Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 17:55:54 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO  75 and short stories to go with it

Sole came up to Ran and looked at his stomach wound, "You're wounded?"

Ran puffed up his chest and put his arms out to act cool and brave, "Yeah!
Like it?"

Aoi came up to them and looked down, bending, "Yeah" he said with Sole,
"It's cool!"

"It looks like it feels really really real fine!"  Sole said, standing up
and kissing Ran.

"It does, man!"  Ran said, "I'm brave, I'm stoked!"

Pare finished with fucking the butt of the kid he had held a knife in. The
knife pierced the belly button but as Pare fucked the warrior boy, the
thrusting and pumping and jerking made the stomach shiver into the point
more and more until it came out the back and almost poked Pare in his
Latino smooth belly button hole. Pare dropped the boy's body without a
care, cum lines attaching it to his dick slit.

"Didn't hurt at all!"  Ran said and felt some pain in his navel. It
throbbed.

Pare rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't know it from the way he squealed!"

Ran rolled his eyes, "I can take it!!!"  Pare put his finger in the wound
and Ran jumped back. "Hey watch it!"

Trio laughed. Ran looked down as if he were hurt but then he looked at them
and laughed too. This hurt his belly button some more but he took it. His
dick came up out of his loin cloth top and stretched toward his wound,
slick with pre cum from the way it all felt. He was also wet with
sweat. "None of you answered my question."

"Is this really the time? The clean up of the wounded?"  Sole asked.

Ran shrugged, "Sure, why not? They got it covered."

Two wounded Apaches stood. Spears flew into their gut holes and they
staggered back and fell.

A young spear boy is watching trio and Ran, "Hey yeah, no problem, we got
all buttons covered."

Then the spear boy walks over to the boy holding his navel in his
hands. The spear boy says, Stick your belly button back into your belly!"
The wounded kid slowly pushes the navel knot back into his bleeding belly
hole. His navel knot fills his belly hole.


Then the spear boy rams his spear into his loose navel and stabs his navel
knot deep into his hard lean brown belly and the boy groans and dies but
first he moans, "Oohhh I am stabbed in my belly button. Then he falls to
the ground and says, "I can not die with just this little belly hole
wound!"  Then he slowly stands back up and a flying spear gets him deep in
his new bleeding belly hole and he grabs the spear sticking out of his
navel and falls to his side. He now says, "Oh this spear in my navel is
putting me and my belly to death. 0A


One guy named Jim saw an Apache on the ground struggling with himself and
his belly wound. His navel was already mangled and he was dying. Jim came
over the dying one and looked at him, sniggering. "HelLLL! Lelp me to die!"

"No problem but I like the friggin watchin you die, dude!"  Jim had a long
spear and he looked at the thin point, holding it to his own face. Then
with a quick move, he jerked the spear down and slid it fast into the fresh
upper abs of the Apache. It went in and Jim held it there for a moment. The
Apache rose and fell. Jim put it in slowly at first but then he jabbed down
and held it just before it would pop out the back. This made the Apache
suffer and eventually he died but Jim watched every breath the Apache made,
sucking air as his victim did. "And watch I will!"  The Apache gasped again
and died. Jim stuck the spear in just before his last moment and stabbed
out the back into the ground.

"Anyone still alive?"

"I hope so. I wanna stick it to them."

"Yeah right in their belly buttons!"

"I like it above there."

"I like it lower, much lower," another boy snickered.

"C'mon let's find some more!"

The wounded were wounded in more than one place on their bodies in some
cases. One was on his belly jerking, "Oh, w e Apache were wrong this
time. We should have kilt them all at one swoop."

Another boy, near him, was on his back and trying to sit up with a slight
wound on his side and a bigger wound further up on his body just under his
arm, near his ribs, which were pierced. He was holding his arm across his
body, "Yeah, but we almost got em all..."

"Oh man, this feels so good. Before I expire, I think I shall plant my
seed...ooohhhhhalalalawhop!"

"Shut up and feel your death, fool!"



One boy looked up. He felt pain in his navel. It wasn't too bad. He thought
how it might feel better if it was stabbed deeper than it had been.

This is his story:


Ooh, on my side, rolling, not sure which way to turn. I am Apache, I shall
not cry out. And yet...I hear many of my kind crying out, groaning,
moaning, grunting, in their thrashing, even as they grow in organ length
and drool from it. It makes my growth below go stronger, harder,
thicker. Uncut, I feel at my full power. My loin cloth no longer serves its
purpose. The curve of my well honed belly eager to feel more pain. My half
deep set belly button wanting to take another into it. The cross sections
of my tight abs pulsing in and out. My...I hear the cries of their wounded
and dying too. Not that they have many wounded. For they took, when they
did, hits to their being that killed, not wounded. For w e are the true
warriors. I think about that. Yet there are more of us lying than
they. This very thought makes me hotter and I roll onto my belly but the
pain eases there and I lose some girth on my dick. I jerk and that takes
care of it. I feel someone touch my side on my right hip. He, the hands of
manly man, touching me and turning me over.

I'm wrong. It's not a manly man. It's a mere sapling of youth. Not even
hunting age. He's beautiful in body and face. He's shorter than I but I see
his skinny frame will soon have muscles galore. I heave my chest and make a
face in defiance toward this warrior in the making. I try to hide my
tingling of excitement at his finding me. He hold a very round spear in his
hand. He's blond and with an ear ring dangling from his right ear lobe. He
wears nothing and his belly sort of sticks out a little bit. I can see his
collar bones, he is so thin. He raises his spear. I can see he's killed
others before me. For in him is the thrill of it all. I wiggle from
shoulder to shoulder and shake my chest, my nipples big, brown and thick. I
move to get off my back but he steps his bare foot onto my upper hip and
moves his foot from there up a bit to softer skin.

His happy sneer I see as I also see the angle of descent of his shaft. His
spear shaft and the dangling dick both. The spear angles down, it looks
bigger at the bottom and skinnier at20the top, that's because it's entering
my navel realm now. I feel the point and it doesn't hurt...for I'm already
wounded. Then the kid's arm, for I focus on it for a short bit...it tenses
and jerks. I jerk upward, my ass off the ground for a time. Then I hear
myself grunt and it turns me on. My cloth falls off, pulled off by the
kid's free hand.

I hear him. "Oh man, this is so easy! I can do this shit all day! I love
it! This Apache dog's gonna really feel it GOODAH!"

I stir and then jerk back to the ground, wanting to ease the pain for a
time. It doesn't. For this blond god keeps the pole diving down. In small
jerks and then in one fast longing long jerk down. It smushes stuff in me
and I feel it becoming my main worm. I tighten my abs and they stick out,
then I feel it REALLY REALLY GOOD! "You right! I love it too!
Keepitcumming! Keep me cumming!"

"You just don't worry bout that, kid warrior and just enjoy your dying as I
will! DIE! DIE FUCKER!"




I tighten my abs and try to make my stomach inch back to my spine but as
much as I do, the wooden point finds it way through me, snaring me,
ensnaring my sex and I jerk and cum so hard that the first shot, no one
sees. But a major wad jells onto the boy's chest between his pecs and up
his neck and onto his chin and up to his mouth. He smiles wit h it. He
licks some from around his mouth with his long, very long tongue and this
doesn't deter him from his effort as he drives the spear in and in and
in. Then he lets it loose and waves both fists in the air. My heaving belly
holds the spear in the air and he can see it wiggling past him both
ways. He smiles and now he uses both hands to grab it and dig dig dig into
me!!!! What a fuckin feeling! My whole frame is pinned to it, part of it
and not part of it. It's an invader, welcome and not welcome. Long let it
sustain my tingling dick and the wads that keep coming up the line on my
penis, edging my scum vein against my inside foreskin enticing me to shoot
greater and with more force.

The boy's face is almost covered. His nipples vanish beneath the white
river of thick almost solid cum. From me. I did that. I feel proud and
sneer at him as he grunts, his smile gone now, he means business. He wants
to move on. I bore him now. I shall never bore of him. His beauty and grave
and sincereness at just killing me...it's so plain and simple and
thrilling...he's so innocent even as he kills me. He means no deeper
thing. Except to have his spear as deep in me and the ground below me as he
can. I think he got far into the ground under me. The spear body rounded my
button to nothingness. It's gone, my navel. Gone! Smushed through me and
into me and into the ground under me back!

As I shoot20and shoot and shoot, the freckles that line his face look
pretty. His back has some too. I don't see it but I just know it to be
true. He has some on his chest and his belly. He's great. "I am honored to
be slain by you!"  I tell him this. I shake and rattle and roll as he pulls
the spear out but before I can roll over onto my belly again, he hasn't
pulled it fully out of me and now he jabs it down again, doing something
new! It turns in his ample hands as it comes back down and I cum back up
again and again like a pulse powered rocket! Like a sun burst!

Before me his own belly tightens and I see his nice button stick out more
and more as he rises to the occasion on more than one part of smooth
body. He smiles and grunts in victory as he takes pride in his continued
jabs, down and down and up and down, then up and up and turning
churning. It hasn't fully left my guts since he first jabbed me. The small
wound that was before his arrival is now a deadly gape. I claw at the air
now. I long to touch him, to stab him as he has stabbed me. I know I never
will. It is my fantasy. To have him dive at me with just a knife. Our two
naked smooth, hairless warrior bodies pulsating on each other as we both
try to stick that knife in each other's abs, preferably the hole button but
above it or below it will do. It is not to be. He finishes and his own dick
jells lobs and lobs of20raining snow onto my sweating tight belly, hiding
my wound, leaking into it and covering it. Then the kid kicks the spear up
with his hands and it leaves my body. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I want it back
there. I feel good in a way though. I feel more pain, not that I thought
that was possible. I feel air gushing into the large hole in my guts! It
burns and leaves the rest of my body cold and sweating. Then I leave my
body as I die in joy bursts, my dick still continuing to jerk and load and
shoot even when my soul is out of it. Then it lay still and forgotten, not
yet deteriorating. It remains for a long time as a justice to a hot warrior
body. Other younger ones play with it and abuse and sexually molest it. I'm
gone.




Another boy, an big Apache with a thick belly and a bit fat there but not
unattractive fat. He was on his back and was wounded in his chest with an
arrow in it but not near his heart. He knew, however, he was going to
die. He grabbed the ground around him. He found a rock. It was big and
flat. With great effort, puffing and heaving, he grabbed it up in one hand
and put it on his lower body, making his dick come to life. Chest wounds
were not his thing and he didn't have an erection but he was determined to
go out with one major blast. On his left side he found his knife where he
dropped it...only after he fell, as an Apache, did he drop his knife. It
was close. He took it up in his grip and balanc ing the rock on his chest
with his right hand, he stuck the knife deep in his own cave like belly
button. He moved upward and gRRRNNNNNNNNRGGGGRINNNNNNNNNNNNNNAHHHHHHed all
the way. His body moved but he was able to jerk the rock with his left hand
to his belly. The flat surface was on top of the hilt and he grabbed it
with his right hand as well. He jerked the rock against his hilt and the
knife. The knife was quickly lowered into his belly button. GRRRRRRRRR!
"NOWIMPYWARRIORWILL KILLMEEEEEEEEEE!"  He jerked as he pressed forth the
rock. He felt the knife all the way in him.

"Too late!"  A boy, a big boy, almost this Apache's equal in size and
strength, saw this. He kicked the rock away with his foot and saw the knife
and the guy it was in. Jerking. Not yet dead. He held a bow and quickly
grabbed up an arrow from his shoulder holster, loaded it and fired into the
belly button, the arrow embedding just above the knife and causing more
pain and quick stirring death. The Apache and the new boy both cam within
moments!

A young Apache, possibly the youngest, found himself pinned by his arm
against a thick tree. He didn't want anyone to know he was running away,
which is why he was near the thickest trees. His upper right arm was struck
by an errant arrow or perhaps some kid above did it on purpose. He was soon
to find out as a robust thick bellied boy with a pancake outtie came
striding toward h im. "Found ya!"  He pulled out a knife.

The young Apache pulled at his arm but his whole body went limp from pain,
"Oh Please. Please help me get off here?!"

"I'll help ya get off," the thick kid, Scottish, said and marched toward
him.

Senta, the Apache, looked at him and got mad. He puffed his chest up and
rose to his full height, which wasn't much but he was in defiance of this
new Scottish kid coming at him. He spit at him.

The Scottish Kid, Dugal, came at him, "Spit at me, will ya? Ya savage! You
all nice and pretty and stuff but I'm gonna get this in you good!"  He came
at the kid and placed his knife right at the kid's nice rollie pollie belly
button. It looked like a snail and shell. Senta looked down but prepared to
spit again. He had this mean look of defiance on his face again, his
eyebrows creased and he tried to spit but he swallowed it as the knife
slowly went into his own pancake like belly button.

Senta pulled his body toward Dugal and his muscles tensed and with the pain
riding up in his navel as Dugal pushed the knife slightly upward, he rose
up on his tippy toes...

...and then Dugal removed the knife. "You...you're not gonna do it?"  Senta
smiled and sounded jubilant. "Getmeoffahere, willya?"




Dugal smiled and nuzzled his mouth on Senta's neck. Du gal stepped back and
looked Senta over. He came back and brought his knife up to Dugal's rounded
belly, it being like a board but rounded at the washboard. With a nice
tirelike belly button in the center, some outtie material in there too. He
lined his knife along the round curve of the washboard, all around, several
times. Moved by the spot where leg meets torso, the fine smooth curved
bits. Cold steel making the body slightly draw back. Bone on hip. Skin on
leg, curved belly trails. The knife, It tickled Senta, who laughed. Then he
felt it line his six pack. He jerked abit, his stomach moving inward. His
belly changing its contours. Then he looked at Dugal...

Dugal slightly edge the knife point along Senta's lines that went up and
down his abs, for his was unique in that for one so young, he had a well
built stomach. Senta jerked out a bit and the knife bit a bit. But it was
Dugal's strike now. He jerked the knife using his wrist action...and IN IT
WENT!!!!! DEEP IN SENTA! "Deep ain't it, lover boy! BUT NOT DEEP ENOUGH!"

Senta could even feel Dugal stabbing to the extent that the Scot boy made
him lift in the air off his feet totally. The knife found his deepest
innards but upward in him. Senta gasped.

Dugal got real close, his own bare torso up against Senta's. Dugal wore a
brown belt buckled far below his navel and hips, low hanging blue denim
dungarees. "I can do this all day. I, M an, I wish, man, you would last a
long long time. You so smooth! And pretty, boy. Yeah, a pretty boy. I love
you. I wish you could live with me stickin this in you for a long, long
time!"

Senta shut his eyes and his head rolled forward to catch on Dugal's broad
shoulder.

Next to them, as Senta started to shake and shiver, gasping, his dick
frothing onto Dugal's bare stomach, there was another boy stuck by an
arrow. The arrow was in his left shoulder and he too was stabbed by it to
the tree behind him, one that sprouted out from the other one that Senta
was attached to--now attached via arrow and Dugal's knife. This Apache,
Nerino, saw a Delaware boy coming at him with a wooden spear, no tip on it
but a thin point. Nerino yelled, "NOOOOO! Let me loose and we have a fair
fight!"

Nerino shoved at him with the spear, both hands on the spear. "Think not. I
not a fool!"  The spear was shoved a little bit sideways, not quite center
to the navel of Nerino. It went in and bit Nerino's navel from the side but
then sort of found its way from there to the center swirl. Nerino's navel
became more of an innie than it was. He bent forward but his shoulder
stayed on the arrow and he felt it. The pain drew him back that way and his
back hit the wooden crags of the tree but his belly pain, being shoved by
the spear point, made him want to bend! He backed to the tree and20felt the
spear go into the tree! Through his thick belly. "Nice torso, warrior! Nice
and meaty! FEEL IT PIERCED, LOSER!"



Sole looked at Ran, "You're right. They do have it covered. In cum!"

Ran nodded, "You are not staying?"




"We cannot," Sole said, "My ...friends and I have to try to find a way
home. A way not just for us but for others who await what we find, a way
for them to go home too."

"Well, I'm from the past of most of you but I...I do not think I want to go
home any longer," Ran said, "There is so much more for me here."

Sole looked as young boys plugged knives into wounded boys, straddling
them. "I know what you mean," he said as he rubbed his own dick shaft
beneath his loin cloth. He laughed. "But some of us want to find out if
there is a way for us. We want a choice."

Aoi came forward to them, "Even if we decide to remain in this land."

"Whatever we find, we will tell you about it," Sole said, "Someday."

"Thank you. I believe though I will still want to remain here," Ran said,
"I have more here in my brothers."

"We understand," Pare said after his own private clean up.

"Before I never fit in, even in my tribe on the real Earth, the real world,
my real time."

"You have fit in here. You are their leader now, the old one is dead,"
another Native boy came up to them and told them, "He died naturally, of
old age. He told me to tell you he wants you to be chief."

Ran looked and swallowed, "I hope I am up to it."

Pare looked at Ran's straight up dick, "You look up to it to me!"

Everyone laughed.



			   SHORT STORY SEQUENCE

Sleeping soundly before we have to leave Ran's group. They'll be allright.
I care if they are but some part of me wanders beyond this thought. To the
fabulous world of sticking belly buttons that today turned out to be.
Mmmmmm. Such torsos. Such men, such fine men. Thick bodies, nice muscles.
Not much body hair if any at all. I stir in my sleep, my loins stirring
before me. Yum. Thick bellies topped off by the most outtie outties I've
ever seen. Waiting eagarly for my thrust, for me to stick em. The danger of
my belly getting far too close for the kill; that they could reach out and
drive something solid, steel, iron right into my own throbbing belly
button, inviting. I try not to move much, my sleeping companions, which
includes the able Ran, will waken. Little to I know that they too are
stirring with the dreams of this day's wild battle. Of bellies being
ripped, torn, threaded20asunder into their own beginnings. Oh man.
Nothing's better! Nothing! The battles that went on individually.  There
was not much one could do for others engaging their own partner for belly
stabbing. Pin cushions! that's what the inner stomachs for! Oh gosh!  How
it yearns to be stabbed, sticked, stuck, and pierced all the way through!
What more can a young, eager, willing to die and slay boy want?  Dick
hard. Thick vein. Pop up. Slowly engage, engorge! Solid like a rock.
Nothing can bend it, nothing can sway it. It parts and lets loose some
transluscent bubble. That grows itself. The two sides of the mushroomic
head letting it slip through between them, a hollow beneath. The scrotum
thick and ready to let fly. Pressed hard against loin cloth but more on the
other side against bare belly skin. Tight, tense, pushing a vast army
aside. Hands to side of stomach, of abs. Curvature. Lovely washboard.
Moving skin. That vanishing of metal as it slips effortlessly into boy
meat. Bare boy belly. A button that looked like a nipple, hosting a steel
fortress, straight as an arrow! Knife, sword, spear. Does it matter which?
Nice! Straight inside, from one place to another. From one tingling place
to another which activates. Shivering. Shakin. Rattling. Nice sensations
throughout whole body. Feeling alive for the very first time!  Dick rubs
against lower belly. Does it's rounds. Slippery when wet. Slight tuft of
hair line, hardly there at all. Guys getting it in them! Guys giving it to
them. Which are th e luckier ones? It's like each partner just gets it on
as each partner gives it to the other like sex. Copious attitudes. Eyebrows
down. Some up. Suprised they got a stab in a gut hole rather than getting
stabbed in their own. Happy. Some abhored that they got it in their's. Yet
they love it. They don't want to admit hot feelings like that right away
but eventually they cave in, cave in like their bellies do, and admit they
enjoy it. How could the not as their dick fires a cannon load of hot red
white blue yellow clumpy jisum! They want that thing in em!  That thang! In
em! Give it to them. Put your elbow into it. Your wrist can do these
movements to make it really make em feel it good! Resistance from stomach
muscles help to make it even more riotus and gorgeous. The sounds are
unbelievable as you know allies are getting slain around you by guys better
then they are and you can't do anything about it cause either you are
getting your hole filled or you're fillin another's as you make him fall in
battle. Blade to belly. Belly up to blade. Some meet it belly on. They want
it there. I am one of them. I want both to give and get! Dish out and get
dished by some hot dish. Hot number. Good looking face, nice body. Long
hair, short hair. Blue eyes. Blond. Brown big eyes. I want it all. All in
me and all for me in it.  Just makes me so hard. Wind blowing on bodies.
MMMMMMMMM. Two hot bods just against each other, tense, filled with blood
flowing just under the skin. Cum flows soon enough. Blades make it intense
as they cut through the bull. Vertical motion. Sideways stimulation. Up and
down. Down and up. Up and to the side. Down and to the back. One point
meets another, through another thick body. Hot abs. Soft abs. Hard stomach
muscles. YUMMMMIE! Sometimes you can't tell where one ends and the other
begins. A melee. More than one body joining in the scene. Hot body parts
all over, most of them intact, for the time being.  Wanna get stabbed? Just
let me in on ya. Open your arms and embrace me. Let my steel, my tools
catch ya in the bare open belly. Ready yourself for it. Steel yourself for
my steel. For if not, it will feel good too.  Unsuspecting belly, soft can
take it like a man boy too. Not knowing, prideful that you will get in
ya. Even after you get it in you for 12 inches, you feel some sense of
accomplishment and pride that you lived long enough to have it all in
there, tucked in your guts.  Some fake part makes you feel that you can
survive this and...

"Wake up! It's time to go!"

Ran looked as one member of Trio shook the other, "Hey you three you
enjoyin stayin here so much, just stay already!"

"No, we have to go," one member of Trio shook the other awake out of his
semi dream, semi wakeful state/

One shoots. The other shoots seconds later. The third is awake by now and
sees this from his back and shoots hard so it hits Ran's thick upper
leg. Ran smiles and not even touching himself, he shoots hard too. More of
the tribe, both Native American and not, all get touched by this somehow--
CUM CHAIN REACTION--- and every last one of them shoots their hot boy loads
off in burning sensations firing across each other and the entire camp!!!!!



SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT VERSION

A STIRRING AND A SLEEPING AND A CUMMING BEFORE WE GO



Sleeping soundly before we have to leave Ran's group. They'll be allright.
I care if they are but some part of me wanders beyond this thought. To the
fabulous world of sticking belly buttons that today turned out to be.
Mmmmmm. Such torsos. Such men, such fine men. Thick bodies, nice muscles.
Not much body hair if any at all. I stir in my sleep, my loins stirring
before me. Yum. Thick bellies topped off by the most outtie outties I've
ever seen. Waiting eagarly for my thrust, for me to stick em. The danger of
my belly getting far too close for the kill; that they could reach out and
drive something solid, steel, iron right into my own throbbing belly
button, inviting. I try not to move much, my sleeping companions, which
includes the able Ran, will waken. Little to I know that they too are
stirring with the dreams of this day's wild battle. Of bellies being
ripped, torn, threaded asunder into their own beginnings. Oh man. Nothing's
better! Nothing! The battles that went on individually.  There was not much
one could do for others engaging their own partner for belly stabbing. Pin
cushions! that's what the inner stomachs for! Oh gosh!  How it yearns to be
stabbed, sticked, stuck, and pierced all the way through! What more can a
young, eager, willing to die and slay boy want?  Dick hard. Thick vein. Pop
up. Slowly engage, engorge! Solid like a rock. Nothing can bend it, nothing
can sway it. It parts and lets loose some transluscent bubble. That grows
itself. The two sides of the mushroomic head letting it slip through
between them, a hollow beneath. The scrotum thick and ready to let fly.
Pressed hard against loin cloth but more on the other side against bare
belly skin. Tight, tense, pushing a vast army aside. Hands to side of
stomach, of abs. Curvature. Lovely washboard. Moving skin. That vanishing
of metal as it slips effortlessly into boy meat. Bare boy belly. A button
that looked like a nipple, hosting a steel fortress, straight as an arrow!
Knife, sword, spear. Does it matter which? Nice! Straight inside, from one
place to another. From one tingling place to another which activates.
Shivering. Shakin. Rattling. Nice sensations throughout whole body. Feeling
alive for the very first time!  Dick rubs against lower belly. Does it's
rounds. Slippery when wet. Slight tuft of hair line, hardly there at
all. Guys getting it in them! Guys giving it to them. Which are the luckier
ones? It's like each partner just gets it on as each partner gives it to
the other like sex. Copious attitudes. Eyebrows down. Some up. Suprised
they got a stab in a gut hole rather than getting stabbed in their own.
Happy. Some abhored that they got it in their's. Yet they love it. They
don't want to admit hot feelings like that right away but eventually they
cave in, cave in like their bellies do, and admit they enjoy it. How could
the not as their dick fires a cannon load of hot red white blue yellow
clumpy jisum! They want that thing in em!  That thang! In em! Give it to
them. Put your elbow into it. Your wrist can do these movements to make it
really make em feel it good! Resistance from stomach muscles help to make
it even more riotus and gorgeous. The sounds are unbelievable as you know
allies are getting slain around you by guys better then they are and you
can't do anything about it cause either you are getting your hole filled or
you're fillin another's as you make him fall in battle. Blade to belly.
Belly up to blade. Some meet it belly on. They want it there. I am one of
them. I want both to give and get! Dish out and get dished by some hot
dish. Hot number. Good looking face, nice body. Long hair, short hair. Blue
eyes. Blond. Brown big eyes. I want it all. All in me and all for me in it.
Just makes me so hard. Wind blowing on bodies. MMMMMMMMM. Two hot bods just
against each other, tense, filled with blood flowing just under the skin.
Cum flows soon enough. Blades make it intense as they cut through the bull.
Vertical motion. Sideways stimulation. Up and down. Down and up. Up and to
the side. Down and to the back. One point meets another, through another
thick body. Hot abs. Soft abs. Hard stomach muscles. YUMMMMIE!  Sometimes
you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. A melee. More than one
body joining in the scene. Hot body parts all over, most of them intact,
for the time being. Wanna get stabbed? Just let me in on ya. Open your arms
and embrace me. Let my steel, my tools catch ya in the bare open belly.
Ready yourself for it. Steel yourself for my steel. For if not, it will
feel good too. Unsuspecting belly, soft can take it like a man boy too. Not
knowing, prideful that you will get in ya. Even after you get it in you for
12 inches, you feel some sense of accomplishment and pride that you lived
long enough to have it all in there, tucked in your guts.  Some fake part
makes you feel that you can survive this and...

"Wake up! It's time to go!"

Ran looked as one member of Trio shook the other, "Hey you three you
enjoyin stayin here so much, just stay already!"

"No, we have to go," one member of Trio shook the other awake out of his
Semi dream, semi wakeful state/

One shoots. The other shoots seconds later. The third is awake by now and
sees this from his back and shoots hard so it hits Ran's thick upper leg.
Ran smiles and not even touching himself, he shoots hard too. More of the
tribe, both Native American and not, all get touched by this somehow and
every last one of them shoots their hot boy loads off in burning sensations
firing across each other and the entire camp!!!!!

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Aoi fucked Sole, then fucked himself, and then fucked Pare.