Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 03:17:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Aihu Fist 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.