Spend the night with Matty and Victor

The jungle is full of animals, you figure. There are probably a million of them watching. So long as they don't bother all these wonderful people, you will be fine. Victor returns from the bar with the last drink of the night. It's sweet and good like all of the others. The party is winding down beside the pool, with couples and trios and quartets returning to huts for a little more fun. You leave arm-in-arm with Matty and Victor. You are laughing about some joke you don't quite understand.

Their hut is the biggest in the resort and situated near a cliff that plunges down to the broad, white-sand beaches and the deep blue of the ocean. Opening the door you find that it is small and crafted in a comfortably old-fashioned style. Actually, everything looks like it's old-fashioned in here, down to the furniture and lamps and art on the walls. It reminds you of a camping cabin from the 1950s or something.

It just seems right when Victor begins kissing you as his wife unties the neck of your bikini. Victor has a neatly-trimmed white beard that scratches your face and makes you giggle, but you open your mouth to his probing tongue as Matty finishes untying your bikini and lower it until you breasts spring free. Victor's attention immediately moves to your titflesh and you moan and cradle him against your soft chest as he licks and sucks and caresses. Your hands wander down his tanned torso to the swim trunks he is wearing. You slide them down and find that his cock is large and covered with an intricate tattoo of strange symbols. It looks like Chinese.

"That's nice," you moan to him.

Matty unties your bikini bottoms and slides them down over your tanned thighs. You step out of the bikini and follow Victor to the bed. He reclines amid the pillows as you crawl up his legs and take hold of his hardness. You are eager, stroking it before lowering your mouth to him and engulfing it. He does not make a sound, only watches with a hand lightly atop your head. Kneeling with your ass up as you suck provides a perfect opportunity for Matty to join in. She moves behind you, hands colliding with your ass with slaps, she buries her nose in your crack and her tongue in the sweet folds of your cunt. You moan around Victor's cock as she licks you with great skill.

Victor soon gushes hot cum against the back of your throat. You swallow it down and lick him clean as his wife drives you over the limit. You cry out in orgasm, sucking her husband's balls and gently stroking his deflating cock, the taste of his salty cum still in your mouth. You roll onto the bed bside him, onto your back so that Matty cand lay atop you, kissing and caressing you. Her kiss is not so forceful as her husband's. Her imperfections are minor, her brown nipples hard against your supple flesh. Your tongue fence and your hands explore at length and then she repositions herself, sliding her knees around your head, presenting her ass and her hairless cunt for your pleasure.

You're not very experienced with women, but your instincts guide your tongue, sampling the sour-sweet taste of her drooping folds. She is warm and very wet around your tongue and as you lick her juices fill your mouth. She is stroking you with fingers, sliding them gently into you as her tongue flicks your clit. You cum first, arch beneath her, smothered in her flesh and the taste of her sex. She sits up, smothering you even more, riding your face to an orgasm that you feel in the clenching of her thighs and taste in the slippery juices that flood your mouth.

Panting together on the bed, you realize Victor has gone.

"That was so nice," you say to her. "Can we do it again?"

"Not just now," says Matty as she strokes your nipple. She gives it a rough pinch and pulls. It hurts but it also feels good. Victor appears beside you and he is holding something long and thin, like a very long needle.

"Did you want me to suck you again?" you ask him, looking at his flaccid cock and drooping testicles.

He leans down and roughly takes hold of your breast. His wife pulls hard on the nipple of that brest, stretching it up. You gasp as sudden pain bursts in your tender flesh. Victor has driven the needle through your nipple! He turns it, producing droplets of blood that roll slowly down your titflesh. Victor holds you down and the procedure is repeated on the other breast. Tears flow down your cheeks.

"Why did you do that?" you ask.

"Shut up," hisses Matty. Victor produces two golden rings that he threads painfully through your pierced nipples. With the blood that has spilled from the wounds he traces a shape on your stomach. It is similar to the strange symbols tattooed onto his cock.

Surprisingly, you are not afraid, just a little annoyed that they did not ask you first about piercing your nipples. Matty lets go of your wrists and you look up passively.

"Soon you will be consecrated," says Victor. "I will fill you with my seed to prepare you for your wedding."

You like the idea of Victor filling you with his seed, but the other part sounds weird. "I'm getting married?"

"Yes, you have been chosen," says Matty, her voice full of pride. "You will be this month's bride to the Shapeless One."

"Now," says Victor, climbing onto the foot of the bed, "you have been a good girl, so tell me, how would you like to receive my seed?"

You see that his cock has grown hard again and just the sight is enough to get your juices flowing.