Chapter 73: Trial 14 - Beavers VS Parrots
The cabin’s main living room felt like a pressurized capsule after the chaos of the beach club. Here, the air was still thick with pine resin and the ghost of old fires, but undercut now with the taut, playful energy of six people trying to forget the day’s eliminations. A massive, intricate board game was spread across the low wooden table, its colorful path and stack of challenge cards a welcome distraction.
“Alright, shitheads,” Briv said, his charismatic leader’s grin effortlessly in place as he sorted the teams. “Simple rules. Us versus them. Our pawn gets captured, their team drinks. Their pawn gets sent back to start, our team drinks. And if you land on a red square…” He held up a card. “Truth or dare, judged by the opposing team. No vetoes.”
Kofi, leaning back against the arm of one of two large, worn leather couches, took a lazy drag from a joint, his chill arrogance a low hum in the room. “Sounds like a kiddie game. Where’s the stakes?”
Dariana, curled with feline grace on the floor by Kofi’s feet, her dark eyes playful yet assessing, looked up. “We could make it interesting.” Her precious attention was on him, a deliberate focus that felt like a gift.
“I’m listening,” Kofi exhaled, smoke curling towards the beamed ceiling.
“Stripes,” Andra said from the other couch, her femme fatale aura wrapped in a silk robe. She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to. The idea landed in the center of the group, immediate and potent.
Andreea, stylish and friendly, clapped her hands with joyful agreement. “Yes! Team loses a pawn, someone from that team loses an item. Until…”
“Until we run out of items,” Valentina finished, her superficial annoyance already piqued by the potential for things not going her way. “Then what?”
“Then we’re naked,” Briv said, his delight evident. “And we’ll figure it out from there. Teams are me, Andra, Andreea. Versus Kofi, Dariana, Valentina. Game on.”
The game began with a competitive but friendly fervor. Dice clattered. Pawns marched. The first few lost pieces resulted in giggles and dramatic, teasing removals: a sock, a bracelet, Kofi’s watch, Briv’s shirt revealing his athletic, skinny frame.
The atmosphere shifted palpably with each forfeited item. The room grew warmer. Eyes lingered on the revealed skin—the narrow waist hinted at beneath Dariana’s top, the swell of Andra’s big round breasts against her silk, the defined muscles of Kofi’s lean torso.
When Briv’s pawn was captured by a lucky roll from Valentina, he stood with a performer’s flourish. “The price of failure,” he announced, and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down in one motion. He stepped out, his 20cm dick already half-hard, swinging casually as he sat back down. Andra’s pervy gaze locked onto it, her tongue tracing her lower lip.
The game accelerated. Dare cards forced whispered confessions and physical tasks—a lap dance, a kiss lasting a full minute. Valentina, submissive to the game’s authority even if it annoyed her, had to suck Kofi’s thumb while maintaining eye contact. He watched her, enthused, his arrogant chill warming into something more anticipatory.
The final pieces of clothing were lost in a rapid, breathless sequence. Andreea’s joyful laugh rang out as she lost her last item, her big round breasts bouncing free, her fit big round ass pale in the firelight. Valentina, down to her thong, rolled her eyes but shimmied out of it, her fit round ass exposed. Dariana, the last to be fully bare, stood with a dancer’s poised confidence, her small breasts, tanned skin, and famously fit, big round ass a masterpiece of athletic grace. She was horny, the game having stoked a slow, steady fire in her belly.
The two men were already naked, Kofi’s long, thick 30cm cock a heavy, impressive weight against his thigh, Briv’s own erection standing proud.
Silence fell, but it was a loud, hungry silence. Six naked bodies in the firelight, the game forgotten, the board a meaningless landscape of colored plastic.
Andra broke it. Her pervy mood had crystallized into a direct, hungry need. “The game’s over. Now for the prize.” She looked from Briv to Kofi. “Each of you gets a couch. And us.”
No one objected. The movement was fluid, instinctive. Briv lay back on one leather couch, his head propped on the armrest. Kofi mirrored him on the other, his dreadlocks fanning out, a king on a smoky throne, his enthusiasm a tangible heat.
Andra and Andreea moved to Briv. Andreea, joyful and sensual, climbed over him first, her big round breasts hovering above his face. “You look delighted,” she purred.
“I’m fucking thrilled,” Briv laughed, his hands coming up to grasp her waist.
On the other couch, Dariana and Valentina approached Kofi. Dariana’s horny energy was focused, a predator’s calm. Valentina’s submissive demeanor had her waiting for a cue, her eyes on Dariana.
“Ladies,” Kofi said, his voice a low, enthused rumble. “Who’s first?”
Dariana answered by lowering herself, her feline grace evident in the slow, controlled descent of her mouth onto the head of his enormous cock. Her long brown hair cascaded over his thighs. She swirled her tongue around the broad crown, then, with a hungry, open-mouthed ambition, took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate the staggering girth.
Valentina, seeing her role, bent to join, licking and sucking at the heavy base and Kofi’s balls, her submissive focus absolute.
On the opposite couch, the scene was different but just as intense. Andra and Andreea had sandwiched Briv’s head between their breasts. Andreea’s big round ones smothered his face from above, while Andra pressed her equally ample chest against the side of his head, her pervy delight expressed in the grinding, rubbing motion. Briv was in heaven, his delighted groans muffled by flesh, his hands gripping their asses, fingers sinking into the soft, round flesh.
“Suck them,” Andra demanded, and Briv obeyed, turning his head to capture a nipple, then another, biting and licking as the women moaned.
Then, as if by silent agreement, they shifted. Andreea swung a leg over Briv’s hips, positioning herself above his erect cock. She reached down, guided him to her entrance, and sank onto him with a joyful cry, her tight, wet pussy stretching to take all 20cm. She began to ride him, her big round ass rising and falling, her breasts bouncing with each deep plunge.
Andra, wanting her turn, positioned herself over Briv’s face, lowering her pussy onto his mouth. “Eat me while he fucks her,” she commanded, her pervy mood demanding everything at once. Briv, delighted by the overload, complied, his tongue spearing into her as Andreea rode his cock.
The cabin filled with the sounds of them: wet, slapping skin, gasps, muffled cries, the creak of leather.
The two men, in their parallel positions of worship, locked eyes across the space between the couches. A shared, animal acknowledgment passed between them—a recognition of the absurd, perfect privilege of the moment.
Kofi, enthralled by the sight of Briv buried under and between two stunning women, felt his own climax surge faster. He tapped Dariana’s head. “Up. Ride me. I want to watch you take it.”
Dariana, horny and eager, released his cock with a wet pop and straddled him. Even for someone with her flexibility and dancer’s control, the size of him was a challenge. She guided the head to her soaked opening, her dark eyes locked on his, and began to lower herself. It was a slow, breathtaking descent, a visibly intense stretch that made her gasp. “Fuck… Kofi…”
“All of it,” he grunted, his hands on her narrow waist, helping to force the final inches until she was fully impaled, her ass pressed against his thighs. She began to move, a rolling, undulating grind that showcased every bit of her feline grace.
Valentina, not wanting to be left out, climbed onto the couch beside them. “In my mouth,” she submitted, and positioned herself so Dariana’s rocking body pushed Kofi’s balls against Valentina’s waiting lips. Valentina sucked and licked them, her hand snaking between her own thighs to furiously rub her clit.
The competition was gone. Now it was a synchronized performance of pure, raw need. The two couples moved in a ragged, desperate rhythm, each man driving up into the women, each woman taking everything they were given.
Briv was the first to break. The dual sensation of Andreea’s tight, rhythmic clenching on his cock and Andra’s wet, grinding pressure on his tongue became too much. His delighted groans turned to sharp, warning grunts. “Gonna come… fuck…”
Andra lifted herself off his face. “In her mouth. I want to watch.”
Andreea, joyful and compliant, slid off his cock, her pussy glistening. She dropped to her knees between the couch and the table, her mouth open, tongue out. Briv sat up slightly, fisting his slick, hard dick. With three sharp, ragged strokes, he erupted. Thick, white ropes of come shot across Andreea’s tongue, painting it, filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, a moan of joy vibrating in her throat as she took every last drop.
The sight was the final trigger for Kofi. His enthusiastic focus snapped. He gripped Dariana’s hips hard, his fingers leaving marks on her tanned skin, and held her down as he pistoned up into her with three final, brutal, bottoming-out thrusts.
“Open,” he snarled at Valentina.
Valentina immediately turned her face up, mouth wide, submissive and ready. Kofi pulled Dariana off him, his huge, glistening cock springing free. He aimed at Valentina’s waiting mouth and let go. His orgasm was a torrent, a violent, copious release that flooded Valentina’s mouth, spilling over her lips and chin. She gagged but swallowed, her eyes watering as she took his enthusiastic, claiming finish.
Dariana, still horny and trembling from her own near-climax, watched, her hand darting between her own legs to finish herself off, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Then it was over.
The only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the ragged symphony of their breathing. Six bodies, glistening with sweat and other fluids, spent and sated in the warm, dim light of the cabin. The board game, with its tiny captured pawns, lay forgotten beneath the table, a relic of a simpler, clothed time.
The complex alliances and strategies of the island were, for this moment, irrelevant. They had reduced the world to two couches, to skin and heat and release. Nothing else existed.
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Pool, at night.
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Pool, at night.
The chlorine scent was sharp under the softer notes of night-blooming jasmine, a chemical cleanliness that did nothing to purify the tension coiling between the three women by the deep end. Water lapped against the tiled edge, reflecting the string of overhead bulbs in shattered gold lines.
Diana’s defiant posture was a rigid line against the mosaic wall, her medium breasts pushed forward in a patterned bikini top. “You didn’t see his face. He was looking at me when he said the Beavers were weak. Not you. Me.”
Elena Chiriac’s angry laugh was a short, vicious snap. Her competitive glare could have etched glass. “He was looking at the weakest link, you dumb cunt. That’s you. Your entire strategy is batting your eyelashes at toxic assholes. It’s pathetic.”
“At least I don’t have to threaten men with karate to get a second glance,” Diana shot back, her fame-oriented pride bristling.
Loredana, moody and grumpy with her arms crossed over her above-average breasts, scowled at both of them. “Will you both shut up? We lost Cesima. We look like fools. Arguing about which of us Kofi was insulting is fucking pointless.” Her wealth-oriented mind saw no social capital in this bickering, only waste.
“It’s not pointless,” Elena C. hissed, her doll-like face hard. “It’s about respect. And I’m tired of not getting it.” Her green eyes, usually busy calculating, burned with a need for immediate, tangible victory.
A splash cut through their building vitriol. They turned as one.
Mihnea was swimming laps with a lean, competitive efficiency, his body cutting through the illuminated water in smooth, powerful strokes. He reached the wall, flipped, and pushed off again, oblivious to them, his mind likely replaying the day’s strategic failures.
Diana watched him, a defiant idea curving her lips. “Respect is one thing. Proof is another.” She let her gaze trail over Mihnea’s moving form. “He tries so hard to be a leader. Looks so serious.”
“What’s your point?” Loredana grumbled.
“A bet,” Elena Chiriac said, the words leaving her like a challenge thrown down. She understood instantly, her competitive anger finding a perfect outlet. “He’s confused right now. His team’s fragile. That makes him vulnerable.”
Diana nodded, her defiance solidifying into a plan. “Whoever makes him cum. Right here. Right now. The other two admit defeat. Publicly. Tomorrow at breakfast.”
Loredana’s grumpy expression deepened. “This is stupid. He’s a Parrot. We’re Beavers. This is messing with the dynamics.”
“Scared you’ll lose?” Elena C. taunted, stepping closer to the pool’s edge. “Scared your precious, precious femininity isn’t enough?”
“Fuck you,” Loredana spat, but she uncrossed her arms, her competitive spirit nudged. The bet was set.
“Mihnea!” Diana called out, her voice sugar-coated steel. “Come here a sec?”
He completed his lap and surfaced at the edge near them, water sheeting off his short brown hair. He looked up, confused by the summons, his confident leader’s mask not quite in place. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“We need a judge for something,” Elena C. said, her angry competitiveness now veiled behind a flirtatious smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Get out. Help us settle a debate.”
Shrugging, Mihnea hauled himself out of the water. He stood dripping on the wet tiles, lean and athletic in his clinging swim shorts. The confusion on his face was clear; he was a man used to parsing game theory, not the charged, silent exchange happening between the three women surrounding him.
Before he could speak, Diana stepped forward and hooked her thumbs into the sides of his shorts. “We need you… unencumbered.”
“Whoa, what—” Mihnea began, but Elena Chiriac moved behind him, her hands on his hips, holding him in place. Loredana, with a grumpy sigh of commitment, joined in, her fingers finding the knot at his waist.
They worked with a swift, practiced efficiency that betrayed their earlier discord. His shorts were down and off in seconds. His average cock, softened from the cool water, lay against his thigh. The night air prickled his skin.
“Okay, seriously, what is this?” Mihnea asked, his confusion giving way to a low, wary arousal as six hands began touching him.
No one answered. The women stepped back, their own hands going to their swimsuits. They peeled off the fabric with deliberate, unhurried motions, three distinct displays of intent. Diana’s defiant stare held his as her top came off, then her bottoms, revealing her fit round beautiful ass. Elena Chiriac removed hers with angry, precise jerks, her fit round big ass and medium breasts a weaponized offering. Loredana, moody and resentful, nonetheless revealed her stunning body, her above-average sized breasts and fit big round ass pale in the light.
They closed in on him again, a triangle of naked, determined womanflesh.
“Just relax,” Diana murmured, though her tone was a command. She dropped to her knees before him, her mouth opening over his softening cock.
Elena C. pressed her body against his back, her breasts flattening against his shoulder blades, her mouth finding his neck, biting just shy of pain. “Don’t think,” she whispered, her angry breath hot in his ear. “Just feel who’s best.”
Loredana took his right hand and guided it to her breast, forcing his fingers to knead her soft flesh, her grumpy mood manifesting as a demanding physicality. “Touch me.”
Mihnea’s confused mind short-circuited. The sensory overload was immediate and total. Diana’s warm, willing mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling, sucking him to full, rigid hardness in moments. A choked groan escaped him. His head fell back against Elena C.’s shoulder as she licked and kissed his throat, his collarbone, her hands roaming his chest and stomach.
“That’s it,” Diana said defiantly, pulling off his cock with a wet pop to look up at him. “Just a dick getting sucked. No strategy here. Just this.” She took him deep again, her throat working.
Elena Chiriac, competitive and furious at the idea of losing, pushed Diana’s head aside. “My turn.” She shoved Mihnea down onto a wide poolside lounger. Before he could reorient, she was straddling his face, her wet pussy pressed against his mouth. “Eat. And eat good.” At the same time, she leaned forward, taking his cock into her own mouth, her angry energy translated into ruthless, expert suction.
Mihnea grunted, his world reducing to the suffocating, perfumed weight of her cunt on his face and the intense pressure of her mouth on him. He licked and probed, his hands coming up to grip her ass, fingers digging into the firm, round flesh. She moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting up his spine.
Loredana watched, grumpy and falling behind. She shoved Elena C.’s shoulder. “You’re hogging everything.” She didn’t wait for a response. She climbed onto the lounger, positioning her own dripping slit over Mihnea’s cock, aiming it at her entrance. She sank down onto him with a sharp, gasping cry, her tight channel stretching to accommodate his full length. “Fuck! There.”
Now Mihnea was buried completely. His mouth full of Elena C.’s pussy, his cock buried to the hilt in Loredana’s. He was a tool being used, and the raw, brutal simplicity of it burned away his last shreds of confusion, replacing it with a primal, mounting urgency.
The three women moved on him, around him, a chaotic engine of friction and wet sound. Elena C., competitive to her core, rocked against his face while bobbing her head on the base of his shaft that Loredana wasn’t occupying. Loredana, grumpy and intense, rode him with a deep, grinding rhythm, her big round ass slapping against his thighs.
Diana, defiant and not to be outdone, climbed onto the lounger beside them. She kissed Mihnea’s stomach, his hips, worshipping his body with her mouth, licking the sweat and pool water from his skin. Her hand snaked between Loredana’s legs to rub his balls as he fucked her.
“He’s close,” Elena Chiriac gasped, pulling her cunt off his mouth. Her lips were swollen, her eyes wild with angry competition. “My mouth. He comes in my mouth.”
“Like hell,” Diana snarled, shoving Elena aside. She wrapped her hand around his slick cock, pulling it from Loredana’s clutching depths. “He’s mine.”
Loredana, grumpy at being emptied, snarled and grabbed for it. “We all did the work!”
A brief, fierce struggle ensued, three sets of hands grappling for control of Mihnea’s throbbing dick. He could only watch, panting, his body a live wire about to snap.
Elena Chiriac, with a karate-fast movement, slapped both their hands away. In the same motion, she captured his cock in her own fist and dove her mouth onto it, taking him deep, her head bobbing with a furious, relentless pace. Her angry eyes, streaming tears from the effort, locked on theirs in triumph.
It was that image—the furious, competitive desperation in her doll-like face—that tipped Mihnea over the edge. His back arched off the lounger. A raw, guttural shout was torn from his throat.
Elena Chiriac felt the first violent pulse hit the back of her throat. She sucked harder, milking him, her competitive fury transformed into pure, victorious greed. She took every jet of his come, swallowing convulsively, ensuring not a drop was lost. The salty, bitter taste was her prize.
When he was spent, she released him with a final, filthy lick. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her angry expression now one of grim, undeniable triumph. She looked at Diana, then at Loredana.
“He came,” Elena Chiriac stated, her voice hoarse. “For me. I win.”
Diana’s defiant posture crumpled into sullen defeat. Loredana just looked away, her grumpy mood now poisoned with genuine loss. Mihne lay beneath them, utterly spent, the confused fog returned tenfold, his body humming with an exhaustion that had nothing to do with swimming laps.
The proof was dripping down Elena Chiriac’s throat. The bet was settled. The respect, in her own brutal currency, had been won. The night air carried the sounds of their ragged breathing out over the dark, still water, where the reflection of the lights continued to shiver, undisturbed.