1. Pygmies 1 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: First Time Group Sex Interracial Sex, Author: loyalsock 

    ... dusty substance up eagerly, stood for a moment, swayed as if slightly d***k, shook his head rapidly and then started to approach her- looking alot more eager. The drums began again. She squirmed and started to struggle again, she felt alot less threatened now for some reason, but that didn't quite mean she was ready to be m*****ed by a crowd of pygmies. She still had all her clothes on, and with any luck this would confuse the skantily-clad bushmen, who would not be used to handling anything more complicated then a loin-cloth. The Master of the Lodge stood before her, raised up on the rack as she was, the Masters face was exactly level with her crotch. He took hold of her hips, fingers curling into her slacks, and started to tug. &#034Listen buddy...&#034 said Sarah somewhere in the manic zone between horror and amusement &#034if you wanna get into my pants you're gonna have to get my cooperation first...&#034 the Master- grunting and with a determined expression on his face, continued to tug and pull at her snuggly belted kahki slacks. Her body jerked forward at the waist with every tug, and her flat belly and hips started to show. Having remained mostly covered up since she'd left Canada, the skin under her clothes was still winter white, and less tanned then her hands and arms and face (and even they were still very pale). The effect of this when her flat, snow-white belly and hips were revealed made the Master hesitate for a moment, stepping back and drawing a breath. ...
    ... She could now see his penis- rapidly hardening and definately the size of a mans (a large man at that) rising to poke out from under his loin-cloth, but strangely, The Master hung back. He's afraid, realised Sarah, despite his evident arousal the Master was afraid of her &#034Do not be afraid of the overworldly bieuty of the Moon-Elf!&#034 advised the masked shaman gleefully, now dancing and shuddering to the sound of the drums &#034the Nature makes her white skin for her life on the moon! That she may glow and be seen by the Star Leopards in the sky! that we may recognize her Elfly Ways!&#034 Sarah decided she would speak for herself and gain control of the situation &#034Moon-Elf, do not touch ungrateful women! or without dicks in flight!&#034 she shrieked. The Master blinked in confusion for a second, before smiling in a friendly and agreeable way (red dust smeared over his mouth) and resuming his battle with her slacks. For a moment she was puzzled, what she thought she'd said was &#034Do not touch Moon-Elf, I do not want your gifts, I'll make your dicks fall off&#034. The Master withdrew a small piece of stone with one hand, a sharp piece of flint from a small pocket-like sack at the side of his loin-cloth (stone tool-users, amazing! thought her scientific mind unhelpfully). He was about to start cutting her trousers open when they suddenly slid down, revealing her nickers, streteched awkwardly across her plainly visible white pussy. The blond pubes on her tightly clenched ...
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