It wasn't the pain that madeher want to cry, but the sudden shocking and devastating realization that in spite ofall the perversion, in spite even of ...he pain, the idea of being fucked in the rectum,debased and humiliated to the limits of warped sex, was beginning to appeal to her.Even as she sobbed, little tremors of masochistic pleasure started to course out overevery tingling inch of her goose-bumped flesh, and she could feel the flutteringexcitement growing in her stomach.Then she gasped as. The temperature today was boiling, I couldn't swim but I could shower. I went upstairs and quickly undressed, going into the en-suite bath room that connected Jess and Jakes' room. I turned on the shower and stepped in, it was pure heaven to have the cool crystal drops of water splashing against my hot skin. I grabbed some shower gel and began to lather up; the aroma of apples filling the steam-less air. First up my arm, the liquid so satiny and smooth it began to foam, next my breast and. "Wow... it's so... big..." I managed to say.He gave me a wicked smile and pushed my head gently so that my mouth was at the tip of his dick. I took his impressive member in my hand, planting soft kisses on it teasingly, then lightly licking the head with soft, feathery strokes. He seemed to be enjoying this, I could hear a soft moaning coming from theback of his throat. All his inhibitions left as he then shoved the whole thing in my mouth, making me gag. I slobbered and slurped his dick like. It was, she figured out after a while, a walrus tusk, a more-than-foot-long piece of hard bone, cream-colored ivory. She had to go on-line and search a lot of ivory before she saw things like her huge treasure. She discovered that her tusk was about average in size but she did not see another that was the shape of her grandmother’s wonderful present.Sometime, probably long, long ago, a very skilled carver, very likely a sailor, had honed the tusk down to the shape of an erect human penis and.