Trafficked

Chapter One “Come on guys, our plane leaves in just a little over three hours. We don’t want to miss it, so get your f*****g asses in gear. There will be thousands of hot, sexy women on the beaches, drinking and just waiting to be fucked.” You see, it’s the seventh of April, and we are heading to Aruba. I’m a student at Texas A&M going on Spring Break for the very first time. We could have gone to South Padre Island like a lot of the other students here, but we wanted a little more adventure. Being from Texas, South Padre Island is nothing new. I spent numerous summers there with my aunt when I was young. She had a house just a block from the beach. Before long we were heading for the airport. Security confiscated our booze, but there weren’t any other problems. The flight would be nearly five hours and since there’s just one flight a week from DFW, there were many other college students aboard. I bought a couple of those tiny bottles of whiskey from the stewardess but slept much of the way. Finally we landed and took a cab to our hotel on Palm Beach. After we settled into our rooms, we wandered through the numerous parties out on the sand. There were hundreds of s*x-starved women everywhere just hoping to get laid. “Holy s**t, guys,” Eric said, as we walked out into the crowd. “This will be better than dying and going to heaven. Look at all those gorgeous asses out there just waiting for my big dick.” “You only wish.” I said. I chuckled, got a beer from the bar and headed out, wandering through the mob of drunken, over-sexed coeds. With all the beautiful, partying women, I took my time, looking for that special one. I’m fussy and would know her when I saw her. After stopping at several groups of wild females, I spotted a dark haired girl that interested me. She was mid-height and rather slim, wearing a tiny yellow bikini bottom and a tight, low-cut, extra short, crop top that barely covered her small t**s but firm n*****s. She was f*****g hot! I know a lot of guys weren’t interested in her because they like big breasts, but to me, those t**s were perfect. I’ve always gone with the idea that “anything over a mouthful is a waste.” Finally I got her attention and bought her another beer. We talked for a while about absolutely nothing important. She was a pre-vet major at Penn State. She was into large animals and really liked horses. As we talked, I asked her how she controlled such big animals. I thought my interest in her career might help since I was a vet student as well. She told me that putting a chain under their jaws or a twitch on their noses worked well, but a slap with a crop on their flanks usually did the trick. “So how do you control your boyfriends?” I asked with a smile. “If you were my boyfriend, I’d show you. I have my ways.” I smiled. “I’d like you to try to control me. Wild stallions can be pretty tough.” She laughed and walked away after making arrangements to meet later, but I doubted if she could keep me in line. Like a rutting buck or even a little stud dog, I knew what I wanted. I was horny as hell and wanted to screw as many of these beautiful women as possible. By the time this week was out, several of them would know what it’s like to be f****d or dazzled by my talented tongue. Either way, I didn’t care. It was all s*x. In the late afternoon we all got together and swapped stories. Phil told us he had already hooked up and left his mark deep in some girl’s p***y. We continued our prowl on the beach, checking out the tiniest of thongs and the firm n*****s that stuck out in tight tee shirts. It could actually give a guy eye strain. The wet tee shirt contest was a real hit. It showed us who was proud of their stuff and available. As we made our way to the far end of the beach, we witnessed another wet clothes contest. It wasn’t tee shirts, and the participants weren’t women. It was white jockey shorts and skin tight, almost see-through boxers. We watched for a few minutes to see why size really does matter. One guy on the stage had at least ten inches soft. He was really proud of his stuff and rightfully should be. A lot of the girls were really impressed and made just as many leud comments as the guys further up the beach. Yea, there were several guys watching as well. “Hey Adam… they excite you, don’t they. I bet you’d like that black guy’s long c**k up your ass, wouldn’t you?” my buddy said to me. “I doubt if there’s enough blood in his body to ever get that thing hard, Girls like stiff, hard d***s that can go half the night.” “Jealous?” “No f*****g way. Mine’s half his size, but I have no problem making them squeal. Besides, I have a very talented tongue which makes most women very happy.” We moved on. It was one gigantic party. My buddies decided to watch the Big Boob Volleyball Game. It took girls with at least a 38 Double D to participate. Dress code for players was tight tee shirts and tiny thongs only. I watched for a few minutes, but I think being hit by one of those utters swinging back and forth could be fatal or at least mind blowing. As I left them, I ran into my small breasted coed again and satisfied her several times before the afternoon was over. She was over-whelmed by my oral maneuvers. She said we should get together again tomorrow. I wandered back out on the beach and watched some guy being treated from an overdose. They used Narcan on him to save his life. Sure there were drugs. There always is. You could smell the m*******a in the air wherever you went. Several times during the day I took a hit from some sexy girl. Over in a far corner I saw some guy putting a needle in his arm. I don’t mind getting a little high, but I like being in control of what I do. I chased a topless girl out into the surf, just to discover she was a guy with long hair wearing an extra small thong. Further up the beach I came across some girls sharing some beers. They offered me one. I started drinking the brew when I noticed something funny. They all had Adam’s apples. As I drank, I also noticed a bulge in the bottoms of their bikinis. Now, if a guy like to cross dress, it’s his business. I dressed up as a hooker one time for Halloween, but I don’t wear a bra and panties or a tiny bikini on a regular basis. The trouble is these guys could easily pass for women anytime and anywhere. I made a play for one of them, just to make them happy, but she – he, or whatever it was, showed no interest. Truthfully, I wasn’t interested in them either. After all, I’m not into guys. There were groups of gay guys and lesbians where ever you looked. I watched some of them having s*x with each other. If was hard to fathom that they got off sucking each other’s d***s and taking their buddy’s c***s up their asses. After completing my circuit around the beach, I got a beer and sat by the pool listening to the bands and watching the scenery. Before long, a sexy, rather attractive blond came over to me and blocked the sun. She was wearing a tiny black bikini top and even smaller thong. The triangles on top barely covered her n*****s and the bottom was equally as small. She handed me a beer and climbed on top, straddling my c**k. We drank, as she slid her p***y up and down the length of my now hardening shaft. Not that I would know, but it was probably like getting a lap dance from a hooker at a strip club. “I want you to f**k me,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I smiled and took her up to our room. I did as she requested. After all, who was I to turn down a beautiful, overly-horny woman. I got myself off, leaving my c*m deep inside her hot box and licked her hard s*x nub to three powerful orgasms before sending her on her way. I promised her a repeat performance the next day. Later in the afternoon I picked up another coed who was hornier that a two peckered billy goat. We made out for a while. All that time she couldn’t keep her hands out of my bathing suit. Maggy was a little chunky, but she needed lovings too. We did a couple of shots of Patron Silver and shared a bottle of Modelo before going up to my room. After making out for a while and fondling each other’s bodies, she straddled my face. I munched on her p***y and tongue-f****d her hole, bringing her to several powerful orgasms. Finally she spun around and took my hard c**k in her mouth. She raised her ass to suck me off, exposing her hungry t**t. That’s when I noticed. It was her red letter day, but I realized it made no difference. Neither she or I had noticed it. I reached up and gave her p***y lips one more lick as she was swallowing my c*m. In spite of it all, those moments were fantastic. Finally she left. I said nothing and neither did she. Maybe she didn’t even know. But even if she did, what difference did it make now. I made her happy. That was all that mattered. Finally, my buddies and I got together for dinner and swapped stories. I listened to their tales of manhood, but never told them about the last fox that I f****d. They wouldn’t understand that all women have needs too. There was a huge bon fire further down the beach. As I stood there and watched the flames dance along the logs, someone put her arms around me and slid her hands down into my trunks. “You made our friend very happy today in spite of her condition. Come with me, and we’ll make you happy as well. She took my hand and led me away. I was taken to another hotel and into an upstairs room. There were four voluptuous females waiting for me. They were all a little on the heavy side, but they deserved the same thing that all the more slender ones get. After all, s*x at my age is just another f**k. Heck, it was four times the pleasure and four times the fun. For two full hours I was made extremely happy. They performed s****l acts far beyond my imagination. Four naked women worked my body over so hard that I couldn’t take any more. I ate their p*****s as they sucked and let me f**k them. No, I couldn’t shoot four loads in just two short hours, but I did my best. It was greatly appreciated, and they made that apparent. After all, they weren’t the most popular women on the beach. They weren’t party animals like most of the kids who go on Spring Break. They just wanted a good time. Trust me, I sure enjoyed it and so did they. Around nine o’clock I met up with my buddies back at the hotel. We continued sharing our stories of drinking and debauchery. A couple of them were really wasted. We made the decision to head downtown and check out a titty bar later that night. Some friends of mine told me about a strip club they found when they did Spring Break in Aruba last year. There were dozens of gorgeous Latin women dancing totally naked but wore tiny, little aprons to cover up the important part while serving drinks. They said if you tipped them really well, the girls would take you into a back room and do things to you that no American girl would ever consider doing. They said it was the best part of their whole trip, so we decided to find out. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. We all were already pretty much wasted. The next day was much the same. We toured the beach and trolled for an available piece of ass. Hell, all you had to do was turn around. It was everywhere. They all wanted it. But later in the night, we got a taxi and asked the driver to take us to the El Coño Trampa. He laughed, as he drove down the dark, narrow streets. “You have all those beautiful, over-sexed girls back on the beach, and you want to check out our local beauties. I don’t know, Gringo. Not sensible to me. It’s real dangerous. You be extra careful going down town. I pick you up at midnight, no later. That is most dangerous part of town, so be careful, extra careful. You are not really safe there. Remember, be out front at midnight, ‘cause I won’t wait very long,” the cab driver warned us.