Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 03:17:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist  chapter 5 (Revised)

SHACKLED LOVE IN BRAZIL PART II by Aihu Fist

chapter 5

Inadvertently, he tore off the tape so that Jerome's muzzled asperges prick
sprang to freedom and stood like a mast pointing to the ceiling with the
pretension to look like a rocket. All boys looked like they were surprised
to find out they had been fooled. Maybe it had been stupid, in the
psychological sense, on Nelson's part, to have broken the spell. But now
they saw a boy on his back which made them crave more sex then their brains
could handle.

"Doesn't matter," Monito spoke and having said that, he launched himself
into the adventure of buggering this pale faced boy/girl who sported an
equally pale faced cock and idem ditto pale bottomed butt which he was
without a shred of doubt going to ride. Contrary to Nelson, though, he
could lie down on the white body mass, face to face, nipples to nipples,
penis and balls to penis and balls. He was about to make real custom
tailored love and teach his peers what it was all about and get his As from
Nelson. So the legs came down and there was no more need to pin the the
arms down. Preciosa, still in pain from having been butchered inside let
the Indian boy do whatever he pleased. Monito was on him like a cobra,
curling up with one leg and knee on his chest and the other straight down
knee over knee. He said nothing to Jerome, but kissed him allover. He
excelled in this crash course of tongue fucking, biting Preciosa's chin,
however a bit clumsy sometimes, but that was the charm of adolescents'
first time, and anyone deserves that first time of feeling like a virgin
popping a virgin's cherry, doesn't he? He enjoyed grinding his whopping
cock against Jereome's sack which made it harder than the Hulk's and ready
for the big thing. So up went the boy's feet, nailed there by his rapist
schoolmates, who held their hand on their cock. A wad of saliva he rubbed
into the beckoning hole and next thing he was one with his own pecker. This
boy's copper red skinned shaft thrilled in anticipation, the snout being
barely visible as it had been endowed by the Lord's grace with a huge
amount of foreskin, which sat too tight around the head. Perhaps it was our
Lord's idea that it could not be tight enough for his little mestizo Monito
to enjoy? Anyway, he was not worried about that at all, probably he had
never heard about phimosis. No of them had. He just aimed for the bull's
eye and without asking the password and looking quickly over his shoulder
to Nelson, who gave him the all go wink, dived into the soft wrinkled spot.



Nelson enjoyed watching the contractions of the Indio's hamstrings and was
blown away by the passion stabs he so deftly put into that boyhole. The
longer Monito was at it the longer the slurping sound were. The other two
had their faces plastered to the floor like a wrestler referee ready to cry
victory for his favourite Monito. He would take the groaning fortress and
leave the gates open for them to ride in at ease.

"More bro, more, that's it, a little deeper, Julius spat out. "Give it to
her! She likes it, look how his tongue is licking his upper lip," Monito,
at the top of his voice cried. "We are all here behind you. You are doing
fine and I can see she wants more," Nelson chuckled.

Preciosa was moaning, grunting and snorting big time, it seemed it was more
pleasurable than with Nelson. Monito was soon finished, the pearls of sweat
danced on his brow and cheeks. We do not know whether our Indian stud had
enjoyed a dry or squirting orgasm, he just convulsed a bit and pulled out.

"Did you cum alright, boy?" Nelson asked.

"What is cumming?" He asked sheepishly, as if it was a question for a
school exam.

"Never mind, Indio. You had a good time, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Ready for more baby Preciosa?"

Preciosa nodded faintly with an equally faint smile.

"Everyone's going to be happy, Julius and Indio queuing up already. What a
joy you will give them."

Indio was determined to be the next rapist. His Asian looking eyes said it
all to Julius who he elbowed away.

"It is my turn now,"one sulkily said.

Nelson enjoyed the competition among the rascals, he sure enjoyed his
birthday presents.

"It sure is, Indio. Hey, let me check that little two-balled enterprise of
yours. Mmmm, quite an engine you have here, and broader than Monito's, but
will it endure Preciosa's wet pussy?"

"I think so...just watch me!"

Indio raised his shaft hands off; it was so hard as if it had a spine of
its own, and so erect that it could not stop bouncing against his
tummy. Nelson grabbed the sack and tugged at it, then had the plums veering
in the palm of his hands as if they jumped on a trampoline.



"Nice plums, nearly as nice as mine," he guffawed.

He turned his head to Preciosa and smiled.

"So far you have been a very good gall."



He placed his hand over the Jerome's private parts, stretching the nut bag
a while and rolling the foreskin drawers up and down like he was milking a
cow's udder.

"More pussy time coming for you, baby. You ready Indio? Need any help?"

Indio smirked and said nothing, did no dare to object or swat away the hand
of the one they were celebrating.

"Let me lubricate this lot a bit," Nelson piped and had both hands over
Indio's dark boyhood. It was stiff as it was for a healthy boy of his
age. His prick seemed to have grown inn girth, Nelson thought. But maybe he
liked to believe he had that sort of power of young boys. he went hard
again himself and all had noticed it. Grooming that prick was one thing,
but grooming that Indio boy into close friendship would take a little
longer.

"How does it feel now, Indio?"

Indio spat or rather dropped a line of spit on his cock's head and Nelson
rubbed it in and around the head.

"I like to do it doggy style, Nelson."

"Fair enough. Why not? We ain't all missionaries, I suppose?"

That comment drew a blank on all of them, but Nelson did not bother to
explain that. Next thing, Pussy Preciosa was told to stand on all fours and
Indio positioned himself straight behind her on his knees. He parted the
goose bumped globes and stabbed his finger in the pink hole.

"The girl is mine, he sang in bravado."

Julius countered with,"No, no, the girl is mine."

"I told you I am a lover, not a fighter. She told me after you I do not
want no other,"Indio sang back.

"Nice one," Nelson said. " Michael Jackson is the right soundtrack for
this!"

Indio quickly cut the strophe short; he had not come here to perform a
song! He was going to get his degree in ploughing a girl at the speed of
light. Preciosa sighed and bit her lower lip. Nelson could not stop himself
from patting the boy's naked back and bum. He would be a very nice sister
to Preciosa he would like to spend some nights with, he thought to
himself. I could have an orgy If I wanted, in a few weeks maybe. Indio had
seemed to have been too fast and too sensitive for the job, he pulled out
his dick and shot the whole mother load on Preciosa bunny buns.

Utterly disappointed at the short-lived fun of it, he nearly cried. Sulking
like child whose lollypop fell on the ground he looked to Nelson for
understanding.

"No worries, Indio, it happens to the best of us. next time you will linger
longer, maybe Preciosa squeezed your prick a little too hard too much?"

"I, I, I, err..."

"It was a great wad of precious ammunition you lost there, mate!"

"What do you mean, Nelson?"

"Well, if you don't want babies, you do what you did, shoot outside the
pram, boy. That is what you did. I enjoyed firing inside the pram. But hey,
no worries, now we know hat you have a lot of ammo in your balls, but you
wasted it. Look at it this way, we would never have seen how much your
balls have unless you did a solo in front of us. Now for all to understand,
this feeling when you shoot and cramp up is what we call an orgasm."

"My turn now, Julius spoke as if he had not time to waste listening to a
wailing Indio.