"Perspectives: Newbie's First Party"
Africa Safari
© 2003 Jazz E.
This is part 2 of a 3 part feature.
Maggie had anxious the whole daylight and evening, and would have occur home much, much ahead, had the put of the ladies only accede to her. It was, she had to welcome, impressive by anyone’s standards, and she stood, wordless by the energy of the whole representation, until it leisurely collapsed in front of her. No one said a word. Once again, as Maggie stared at the shuffle figure, sticky with sweat and cum, looking ridiculously delicate and short, entangled there amongst the three hulking great brutes, she wondered what she had done. With nary a remark to anyone – plus Torin, who still leave, unmoving, half under the not sensitive sylph – Maggie scooped Lucy’s flaccid body into her arms and conceded her to the bathroom, where she collection about running a container, replete with bath oil and bubbles.
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Lucy could believe herself being positioned gently in the bath. The hot water felt skilled on her worn-out body, and the caresses of soapy cloth were calming. Through slitted eyes she watched as Maggie clucked and cooed disquiet over her, but the slope from her concluding climax had drained her of emotion. “Where were you, when the whole frigging bunch was pawing me? Where were you when the rape began?” she theory to herself. No, at that second, anyway, she wasn’t available to let herself reminiscent of this woman. Finally, sitting on the deck next to the pot, she stopped her scrubbing, and accede to her hands hang down over the skirt. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“You knew what was going to happen,” Lucy accused, the area of Maggie’s involvement suddenly obvious. “You appoint me up, didn’t you? Then in a tear she added, plaintively, “and I’m so regretful!” Her supply moved to Lucy’s shoulder and stroked compassionately, “So very regretful!”
“But it was a conspiracy.” Lucy practical, flabbergasted, “How could you? “You untaken me to them! A sacrifice! Spoils to the champion! She had put herself at the mercy of strangers and was torn with rage at her violation – rage and disgust – and disgust with herself for her own foreign collusion. Maggie cowered plainly, fixed beneath Lucy’s frost stare, but, as suddenly as it rose, violence colouring scarlet Lucy’s countenance and chest, the anger dissolute. Slowly Lucy settled back into the pot, her eyes obtainable distant for the moment. “Complicity. Consent. Sure they had coerced her to twitch; pressured her to let them have their line of attack, but in the last part it was she who had acquiesced. Not only that, but with incredible race and aplomb.
Maggie watched in sensation at the cool and frightening changes washing over the appealing visage, lying there, taking into account. And she was very much relieved once the humbling, silent anger had earlier period. Under Maggie’s uneasy gaze Lucy’s eyes chop down closed, and her breathing reassured, her heaving chest almost stilled. She gazed warmly at the serenely sleeping figure, and wondered if she had not merely blown a fortuitous at a great friendship, perhaps even a sister-ship.
But Lucy wasn’t sleeping; she was immediately reliving her ‘active contribution.’ Surely if agreement led to pleasure, why should there be disgust? Surprise, maybe, but disgust? And what superb pleasures they had been. If, indeed, she had been jammed in an unsavoury set-up, weren’t the outcome worth it? Yes, ? The smirk on her visage grew. “So,” she alleged to the announce, forgetting for the instant, that Maggie sat noiselessly beside her, “perhaps the split ends do sometimes give explanation for the means.”
“Appropo what?” Maggie wondered, puzzled at the sleepily whispered remark. She took a full of meaning breath, held it for a second, staring at the peaceful young woman before her, then began. “Please, consent to me explain,” Maggie believed, her hands fluttering pointlessly over Lucy. At first she thought there was no response at all, but then Lucy’s eyelids fluttered, and her supply gently reached up and took Maggie’s in its wet grip, property it gently, and reassuringly.
“Okay,” Lucy understood, “go on.”
“Well,” Maggie began, payment her throat, her say-so small and unsure, “I suppose it all in progress a few existence ago when the lads, totally unexpectedly, won the finals. “They were deliriously pleased and, afterwards, congregating at the pub, as was their liking, they hatched this absurd thought. You know how it goes, ‘To the champion, the spoils’ they shouted to one another; ‘All for one and one for all,’ and all that kind of nonsense. But they were all wound up and excited. They were distinguished on victory and getting higher on beer.
“In any set of circumstances, they all came tumbling back to us waiting girls and wives – we’d skipped the pub to prime a wee victory faction, as it were – and announced that they had strong-willed, ‘In honour of our win…’ that they were vacant to share a female for the hours of daylight.’ we all understood. ‘Don’t be daft! And who’d you weigh up that woman might be?’ We laughed and tried to alteration the subject, but they, each of them, insisted they were serious. ‘Dead serious!’ one of them held. ‘Fucking serious,’ said another, and nobody laughed.” Maggie allowable herself a minor chuckle then, recalling their retort. ‘This act of sacrifice’ they proclaimed, ‘is categorically necessary – for the high-quality of the band.’ We stood, mouths agape as they went on and on. ‘One of the team-members, one of us’ Jimmy announced, indicating the assembled players, ‘will give up his inimitability,’ and he gestured to the bunch of us girls, permanent in disbelief, ‘for the afternoon – for the lovely of the squad. She returned the smile, and squeezed Maggie’s supply encouragingly. Maggie, licked her lips to go on. She had never told this story to anyone before. Out loud it sounded rather far-fetched, still, she unrelenting. “This is Scotland, of course, so, in their usual chauvinistic way, they didn’t even think what we would aspire. They just collection about deciding how to ‘fairly choose’ their odalisque. In the aim, they drew a name from a sun-hat; ‘Monica,’ they announced, fully pleased with themselves. Monica was Stewart’s girlfriend at the period; they’ve since gotten married and stirred away. At the thud of her name, she immediately looked at us, smiled, shrugged and, to our utter shock and bolt from the blue, turned to form a junction with the lads.
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