Chapter 11
After the three friends watched the sexy girl fucking the improvised rocking horse on the stage, they returned to their cabin, more stimulated and inspired than ever.
"Holy shit," Clover gushed, her pussy still throbbing and the insides of her thighs tingling from the dried streams of lubrication. "We have got to get ourselves one of those things. I've never seen that kind of fucking machine before!"
"It was pretty hot," Tara nodded, her own pussy still aching from the thrusting action of her hands in and out of her hole.
"It was fun to watch a girl using it," Jessop chuckled. "But it wouldn't work so well for me."
"I dunno," Clover grinned. "It wouldn't be so difficult for you to make a few adjustments to the mechanism to create an artificial pussy instead of a hard dildo..."
"Maybe so," Jessop said. "But I've got something else in mind for my next performance. Something I'm sure none of these natives have even dreamed of before–"
"Are you going to give us a little peek before you go public with the rest of the group?" Tara said, pinching her eyebrows together in curiosity.
"It's not the sort of thing that's easily shared with others," Jessop said. "It's better that I save it for the safety of the sheltered stage."
"Ooo," Clover teased. "So cryptic and mysterious, all of a sudden. It's not like you to be so tight-lipped about your sexual preferences."
"I'll be happy to unseal them if you need me to satisfy certain other cravings," he smiled, staring at the girls' glistening vulvas. "It's only my throbbing cock that I need to save for tomorrow."
"Hmm," Clover said, peering at her other friend. "What do you say, Tara? Do you want to have a late-night quickie before we turn in for the night?"
"I was kind of looking forward to riding Jessop's thumper after watching that native girl get off on the horse's dick, but a pair of moist lips might do the job just as well," Tara nodded.
"How about two pairs?" Clover grinned. "I'm tired of watching solo performances. As far as I'm concerned, the more live bodies we can play with at the same time, the better."
"Do you want me to be on the bottom this time?" Tara said, jumping onto the bed and spreading her legs wide apart as she rolled over onto her back.
"Works for me," Clover nodded, crawling overtop of Tara and swinging her body around until her dripping pussy levitated over her head while Jessop lay down between Tara's legs and planted his face in her pussy.
"Mmm," Tara purred as Clover lowered her steamy crotch over her face and licked her nipples while Jessop ate her cunt. "This is much better than a carved piece of wood..."
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The following day, Jessop spent another large part of the afternoon foraging alone in the forest while the two girls worked together in the fields, then everyone assembled for a large communal feast in the amphitheater before preparing for the evening's next performance.
"Are you ready for the big show tonight?" Gisella asked Jessop, noticing his tool already swelling in anticipation of giving his first public demonstration.
"I think so," he said, winking at his friends. "But mine is a little more complicated than some of the others–"
"He's certainly spent enough time sneaking around the woods preparing for it," Tara chuckled. "We're just as excited as the rest of the tribe to see what he unveils."
"It better be good," Clover huffed. "Because you've spent enough time raising our expectations..."
"I hope to be raising a lot more than everyone's expectations this evening," he nodded.
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A couple of hours later, as the candles around the stage were illuminated and the drummer began his beat signaling the tribe to take their seats in the big amphitheater, Jessop gathered his equipment and walked slowly toward the rear of the stage. His friends squinted into the darkening gloom, noticing him carrying a box-sized object in his right hand and a small wooden bucket in the other.
"What in God's name is he planning this time?" Tara said, shaking her head in curiosity.
"I have no idea," Clover said. "But if his performance will come close to matching the amount of time he's taken to prepare for the demonstration, it should be pretty interesting."
Jessop slowly ascended the stairs at the back of the platform, then he walked out to the center of the flickering stage, placing the large box and the smaller bucket next to him on the dais. The trio on the front row of the theater could hear a strange noise emanating from the box, and they turned to face one another with a puzzled expression.
"Is that what I think it is?" Tara said to Clover.
"If you mean a bee colony, then I think so," Tara nodded.
"What the hell is he going to do with that?" Clover said, widening her eyes. "It doesn't sound very erotic to me..."
"Maybe he's going to put them to work in a different kind of way," the old lady sitting next to them said as she watched Jessop reach down to lift up the small bucket.
He raised it over the top of his swelling instrument, then he tilted the bucket over the front of his bare mound, pouring a thick, yellow-colored liquid over his cock and balls.
"Is that...honey?" Tara said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It certainly looks like it," the old lady said.
"Whatever is he planning to do with that?" Clover gasped.
"I'm not entirely sure," Gisella said, cocking her head to one side as she listened to the bees trapped inside the box buzzing more excitedly.
"Maybe he's going to use it as some kind of lubricant," Tara said, noticing Jessop's prick starting to rise and expand as it slowly rose over his belly.
"But it's sticky, not exactly slippery," Clover said. "That's the last thing I'd want to put on my private parts."
"On the other hand," Gisella smiled, watching Jessop sit down on the stage and pull the buzzing box closer to him. "It is very tasty and nutritious. Perhaps he's not planning on touching himself at all."
The two girls' eyes suddenly flung open, and they turned their heads to gape at Gisella in shock.
"You don't think he's planning to let the bees lick it off his cock?" Clover said.
"Why not?" the old lady grinned. "Bees don't just make honey, they also eat it during the winter months when they're deprived of flower nectar."
"So that's what he's been doing these past few days alone in the forest," Tara nodded. "He's been trapping the bees and keeping them from their food sources..."
"And testing if they'll eat the honey off his own skin," Clover said.
"Let's hope they don't take out their anger from being trapped all alone by stinging his dick once he sets them free," Tara laughed.
Jessop lowered his upper body down onto the soft animal skins lining the platform, then he carefully raised a latch on top of the box and lifted the lid with one finger. The trapped bees swarmed out of the top and beelined directly toward his bobbing erection, coating it instantly in a thick blanket of buzzing and moving insects. Jessop moaned softly, then he dropped his arms off to the side and closed his eyes while the swarm of bees gorged on the sweet honey, covering his entire instrument and his tightening balls in a carpet of flapping insects.
"He seems to be enjoying the feeding frenzy," Clover said, staring at Jessop with eyes as wide as saucers.
"I'll say," Tara nodded. "Judging by how his erection is bouncing around from all the attention, I'd say he's finding it very stimulating."
"That's one hell of a unique vibrator, that's for sure," Clover chuckled, hardly aware that she'd been dripping like a faucet out of her pussy the whole time she was watching Jessop on the stage.
"A what?" Gisella said, peering at Clover with a wrinkled forehead.
"It's a kind of automated sex toy back where I come from," Clover nodded. "But I've never seen one quite like that before."
"Well, judging by the amount of noise he's making and his body language," Tara chuckled. "I'd say he's certainly enjoying the stimulation of his home-made sex toy."
The girls stared at Jessop squirming on the stage while his groaning began to escalate in pitch and his buttocks slowly rose over the surface of the platform as the honey dribbled between his legs and the crack of his ass, with the swirling blanket of bees swarming over his entire perineum.
"That's fucking brilliant," Clover said, circling her clit faster while she watched Jessop having the time of his life as the rest of the crowd stimulated themselves simultaneously. "He's using the honey to direct the bees' buzzing over his entire erogenous zone."
"I guess that explains why he came back from the forest with so many welts on his lower body," Tara laughed.
"I don't think they're leaving quite as many welts this time," Clover said, watching Jessop's face twisting into a delighted state of rapture while he tensed his muscles and arched his body upward with his swarming cock raised higher in the air.
Suddenly, he grunted out loud, then ten thick streams of white fluid shot up in the air in powerful pulses while the bees flew around his shaking body, lapping up the sticky liquid as it fell onto his chest and quivering legs.
"Fuck me," Tara groaned, clasping her thighs tightly around her hands, deeply embedded in her pussy. "That was the weirdest and most erotic performance I've ever seen."
"It was pretty original," Clover nodded, shaking in kind while her own juices streamed down the crack of her ass like a waterfall.
"I'll say," Gisella said, holding two fingers deep inside her dripping cavern as she trembled silently on the step beside them. "I'd have to say he's the leading contender for top male performer of the month. If you play your cards right, one of you girls might have the chance to hook up with him publicly after you demonstrate your own version of auto-stimulation."
"We've got something unique planned," Tara said, winking toward Clover. "Do you think you can squeeze us into the schedule before the next full moon?"
"There's still almost two weeks left before it completes its cycle," the old lady nodded, peering up at the gleaming crescent in the night sky. "I'm pretty sure we can work at least one of you in."
