Inca Gold Pt 04

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Title:

Inca Gold: Part 4 -- Enlisting for Pleasure.

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Short Description:

Recruiting a Traveling Harem - Week 2.

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Category: Erotic Couplings

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Tags:

First time, Interracial, Lesbian Sex, Non consent, Group sex, Lesbian group.

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Word Count:

38,390

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Preamble:

Hi, and thank you for choosing my story.

Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. As with most of my work, there is a good deal of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, many aspects of later parts will be better understood by reading the episodes in sequence.

Also, this episode should be treated as a continuation of Inca Gold Part 3. (yes - that's right - go back and recap the end of Part 3)

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1st Sunday Evening

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Simon was already in the bar reserving seats as Jason walked in. "No Marika?" he asked, taking a seat in the cubicle beside his friend.

"Not seen her," Simon replied. "I thought she'd be with you."

They exchanged pleasantries and Jason ordered himself a beer and a white wine for Marika, and they chatted for about twenty minutes until she finally arrived.

"Hello stranger," Jason greeted her. "We thought you'd got lost," he joked.

"Oh," she smiled mysteriously. "I've just been getting to know a couple of young ladies," she told them. "One was a charming little minx called Coco, and the other was Zara," she added, winking at Jason.

"Oh. Oh yes," he replied, giving her a knowing nod and a hopeful smile. They chatted for a while until Marika asked of Simon, "Did you get back in touch with Camilla then?"

"Yes," he smiled. "All good now thanks."

"And... how about Indira?" Marika asked. "I heard that you and she got together," she grinned, knowingly.

"Oh. Err... yes. They seem to like each other," he replied, looking a little sheepish.

"Well... You old dog," Jason exclaimed, grinning.

The subject quickly moved on to the recruitment drive.

"So, how many do we have so far?" Simon asked.

"Well, by my reckoning, we have eight definites, and three more maybes," Jason told him.

"Really, Who are they all?" Simon asked.

"OK. Well... We have two African girls... Maya & Simone. You met them this week," Marika told him.

"Then there are two lovely Filipinos... Aurora & Imelda," Jason added. "Mari and I interviewed them," he smiled.

"There's also another Filipino girl called Tala," Marika added. "We didn't get to meet her, but the other two said she would be fine to come along... although she hardly speaks any English."

"What?" Simon exclaimed in shocked amazement. Clearly he didn't approve of the idea.

"It's OK," Marika told him, calmly. "I can translate for her," she smiled.

"Whoa. Hold on just a minute. I can't keep track," Simon interrupted. "So... we have, two African girls, and two... no three Filipinos," he said, scribbling a note on a napkin.

"That's right," Marika replied. "Then there are the two West Indians... Diva and Indira. The two that you and Jason interviewed," she added, winking at Jason.

"So, that's seven altogether... so far," Simon interjected.

"That's right," Marika agreed. "Then there are three French girls... Juliette, Celine & Madeline," Marika told them. "Well, two of them are a bit older... In their mid-twenties, but they all come as a set."

"A set? What on Earth do you mean by that?" Simon asked.

"The girl, Maddie... she likes to be raped, so the older women hold her down while someone who she hasn't met before, has their way with her. It's all great fun," she laughed. "I met them while you two were interviewing the West Indian girls," she grinned.

"Oh my God. I simply

have

to meet

them,

" Jason said.

"So... that would be ten now?" Simon asked. "Right?"

"Apart from Coco," Marika told them. "She's another West Indian, at least I think she is, but she appears to have some Oriental heritage too... I think," she added, looking slightly puzzled.

"Oh, and Zara of course," Marika added. "Can't forget Zara," she smiled. "She and Coco seem to have formed a sort of

bond,

" she grinned.

"So..." Simon chipped in. "I make that... twelve in total. Agreed?"

"Sounds about right," Jason suggested, looking very happy.

"That should be about enough then, shouldn't it?" Marika asked.

"But..." Simon began.

"But what?" Marika prompted.

"What about Camilla and Lucia?" Simon asked. "You haven't mentioned them," he added, looking disappointed.

"Oh no! They're not coming, are they?" Jason replied, in an unreservedly objectionable manner.

"Well... I invited Camilla, and I would assume she'll want to bring Lucia too," Simon told them.

"What? Why on Earth would you do that?" Jason almost snapped at him.

"Well,

you

have

your

girlfriend along with

you,

" he replied. "I see no reason why I can't invite

mine

too."

"But

Simon,

" Jason reasoned. "The girls are there to get passed around," he told his friend. "You don't want your girl being shared between half a dozen guys, do you?"

"You mean, like you did?" Marika reminded him.

A small row quickly developed between Jason and Marika until Simon intervened.

"Look. Stop this! Stop it now!" Simon insisted, raising his voice. "It doesn't have to be like that," he interjected.

"He's right," Marika agreed. "Let's get back to business shall we?"

"OK," Jason conceded. "So we have fourteen so far then?" he said, as calmly as he could manage.

"Well.. not everyone has confirmed yet," Marika told them. "We don't have the application forms back from the Filipino girls, nor from Zara, but we definitely have ten forms back," she smiled.

"But... do we have enough people for the trip?" Simon pressed, an element of question in his voice.

"Well... I still have a lot of interviews planned," Marika replied. "Let's leave it until the end of next week shall we?" she suggested. "You never know, some may drop out, or we may get some more applicants who are more suitable," she said.

"You mean, more fuckable," Jason quipped, with a dirty laugh.

Simon tutted in restrained disgust. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure that Camilla and Lucia will both be on board," he added, with a smug smile, "so that means we have at least twelve... plus the six of us makes eighteen. Surely that will be plenty," he suggested.

"So where

is

your lovey dovey girlfriend this evening then?" Jason asked, for no other reason than to tease his friend.

"She said she was inviting Indira and Diva to their place for drinks. She said that as they would all be travelling together, Lucia thought they ought to get to know each other."

Jason and Marika exchanged looks. "Are you sure that's a good idea Simon?" Marika asked.

"Why not?" he replied, forcing an nonchalant response.

"Well... judging by what Jason had told me about their... friendly, relationship... I mean..."

"They're all adults," he quipped abruptly, "and she doesn't have to answer to anyone, does she. I can hardly forbid her to see her friends, now can I?"

"That's a very mature way of looking at it," Marika replied, pulling a face at Jason as if to say, 'Why can't you be as relaxed about it as that?'

Jason couldn't think of anything to say. He was more engrossed with the mental image of the four girls engaged in countless situations involving kissing, molesting and eating each other. He imagined the two coloured girls on their backs, with Camille and Lucia squatting between their parted legs as they held hands, enjoying the feast of a lifetime, while their delightful partners gasped and moaned and writhed around in pleasure - or the Spanish girls on

their

backs, with the two West Indian girls enjoying their first taste of fresh, shaven pussy.

It never occurred to him that the four girls might be sitting around just chatting and enjoying a friendly drink or two. In fact, though, Jason's mental picture wasn't so very far from the truth. As they spoke, the four girls were in Lucia's bedroom, taking turns at playing

Piggy-in-the-Middle,

with the other three tasting everywhere that their wicked tongues could reach an inch of bare flesh.

"Well, I for one am glad you patched up your differences with Camilla," Marika told Simon (getting back to the story). "I think you two go well together," she told him, glaring at Jason.

"Oh... don't start again!" Jason retorted in defence. "It wasn't all my fault. Remember, it was

you

who suggested that Simon get to know Diva," he added pointedly, his remark bouncing the blame back to Marika.

"Well,

I

didn't realise how much Camilla meant to Simon," she replied, raising her voice above the general ambient level in the bar.

Jason fumed. "Neither did I," he snapped, raising his voice above hers.

"STOP!" Simon almost shouted. "Just stop it... right now," he added, more quietly, "or I'm leaving."

The pair of them stared at him. Simon had never exhibited any sign of authority before, but now they were both sitting up and taking notice.

"We've been over this already," he said, much more calmly. "I've made my peace with Jason," he explained to Marika, "and Camilla and I are together again," he added.

"I invited her along because she couldn't understand why I would want to go off on an expedition into the Amazon without her, especially when she would be free from her studies for the six weeks that we planned to be away... and particularly as we were planning on taking goodness knows

how many

nubile young women with us," he added.

"You told her that?" Jason exclaimed.

"It... sort of slipped out," Simon admitted, in an apologetic tone.

"Oh. Simon," Marika sighed. "Fancy telling her

that!

" she said sympathetically. "But he does have a point," she reasoned.

"I couldn't help it," he excused himself.

"Well... it's done now," Jason replied, supporting him. "Can't be helped," he said. "Anyway... so Simon will have his girlfriend with him too," he smiled. "I just hope she doesn't cramp your style," he grinned, looking at Marika and winking at her.

"I don't think she will," Marika smiled, reaching out with a comforting hand for Simon's arm, which he tactfully removed from her reach, to sweep an imaginary hair from his temple.

It went quiet for a while as they all considered the possibilities ahead, until Jason finally broke the silence.

"Well, I have some interesting news that might please you both," he announced. "I've been in touch with a guy called Spencer. He runs a transport company, and he can get us a plane," he said, looking pleased.

"Wow," Simon replied. "That's terrific news. How did you find him?"

"You remember Ray Walters? The entrepreneur I told you about? He put us in touch," Jason smiled. "I told you he was a useful guy to have on board."

"That's wonderful," Marika agreed. "So, when can we go? Do you have a date?"

"He can do the flight on the twelfth of July," he beamed. "That's a Saturday... just two weeks away."

"Oh great," Simon groaned in a defeated tone. "That doesn't leave us very long to get all the kit together that we'll need, does it."

"No. Wait. There's more," Jason added excitedly. "He has a friend who can get us a meeting with the proprietor of a camping company to supply all the protective clothing and other gear that we will need."

"Really?" Simon replied, sounding brighter.

"I have to go see him one day next week," Jason went on, "to finalise the arrangements, and give him a deposit. I'll have to take Kevin with me for that, but look... it's all coming together," he smiled, excitedly.

"Who is this Kevin guy again?" Simon asked.

"Kevin Fry. He's the one who is putting up all the money," Jason reminded him. "I told you about him," he added.

"Oh yeah," Simon mused. "I really don't like the idea of having all these extra people joining our expedition though," he told them.

"Well Simon," Jason pointed out, with a sigh, "without them, we won't

have

an expedition." He stared pointedly at his friend.

Simon sighed.

"But... we don't know all the clothing sizes yet," Marika told them, diverting their attention from another potential argument.

"No problem," Jason replied brightly. "I'll take them a list of everything we need, and I can email them with all the finer details later."

"So... this plane?" Simon asked. "What is it?"

"Oh, they did tell me, but I forget the name of the thing. But I

do

know it's a thirty seater... plus the pilot," he smiled, "so we may as well fill it up. It will still cost the same whether we book it for one passenger or thirty," he smiled.

"So... what you're saying is..." Simon began.

"We can enlist more girls," Marika interrupted with a grin, finishing the sentence for him.

"Exactly," Jason nodded, with a smile as broad as the sea.

"Why all girls?" Simon asked.

"Because..." Jason told him in a slow, deliberate manner, "I don't fancy the idea of fucking blokes," he said, pointedly.

"But... what about their archeological experience, and skills?" Simon pressed.

"Sod that!" Jason retorted. "I'm more interested in their mating skills," he laughed. "Think of it Simon. Six men and twenty four girls. God, I can hardly wait," he laughed.

Marika have him a filthy look. "Well maybe I'll find some spare cock," she hissed, giving Simon a crafty wink. "Oh yes. Six men... I can hardly wait either," she added, pointedly.

Simon shifted uneasily. "OK. So... we have the plane..." he began again.

"Not yet, but we will," Jason corrected him.

"... and we have the survival equipment..."

"So, now all we need is a plane full of explorers," Marika added, looking excited.

"Did you say you have some more interviews lined up?" Simon asked.

"I have a couple booked in for every day of next week," she smiled. "Should give us enough to fill the plane by the end of the week," she confirmed, "if they are all suitable," she added.

"Let's hope so," Jason grinned, nudging his friend.

"OK, OK," Simon agreed, trying hard to stifle a smile - and failing miserably.

"So... How should I put this?" he mused. "How do we break the bad news to those who we don't want along with us?" Simon asked.

"Hmmm," Jason considered the idea. "Yes, how to dump them without causing a scene."

"Or a bunch of complaints," Simon added.

"Simple," Marika told them. "All those who don't decline to join, we separate into two groups. Those we accept will be told to meet us at the airstrip on the twelfth. And all the others, we tell them to meet on the thirteenth," she grinned. "That way it's way too late for anyone to make a fuss... we'll be long gone," she laughed.

"Oh," Simon replied in a disheartened tone. "That is

so

mean!" he told her.

"But effective," Jason countered. "All those in favour?" he prompted.

All three put up their hands, and laughed.

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2nd Monday

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"So, who do we have on the books today?" Jason was asking as he prepared their usual pre-meeting beverage.

Almost before he had finished speaking, the doorbell rang. "I think you'd better go find out," Marika replied, with a curious twinkle in her eye.

"You're up to something," he told her with an accusing tone, and a suspicious smile on his face.

"Me? Never," she smirked.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing... much," she smiled innocently. "Just a little surprise for you," she added. "Just go and answer the door, will you?"

He went to the front and opened the door to find two very attractive, dark skinned Asian looking young women standing on the step. They were both about five feet six tall, both had long, shining black hair, and both were quite generously covered - not exactly fat, but could probably best be described as

pleasingly plump.

Both were dressed in a traditional Indian Sari with beautiful contrasting floral designs. The slimmer of the two - hers was made from bright red silk, and the slightly more plump girl, who seemed slightly older, wore yellow.

Their arms and midriff were bare, revealing plenty of smooth dark skin. On their feet they wore silk slippers that matched the saris, and on their heads, each wore a gold lattice

bridal

type of headdress - the sort that Asian women might wear at their wedding ceremony. The slightly slimmer girl with the red Sari had her headdress jewelled in amber, and the one wearing yellow had hers jewelled in ruby.

The faces were expertly made up too, with long curled eyelashes, dark eyeliner, and neatly applied pink eye-shadow. Both women had quite small, cute little noses - unusual for Asian women, and the cheeks were enhanced with the tiniest amount of carefully applied blush. Both had wide mouths, with full lips coloured in pink to match the eyes.

It seemed as if the pair might have been made up for some special occasion - not just a simple interview. Jason wasn't usually attracted to women wearing lots of makeup, he much preferred the natural look, but there was something about these two that seemed to get his juices flowing.

The two young women looked at each other, giggled, then looked back at Jason, both wide eyed with broad alluring smiles.

"Well... Helloooo," he greeted them in an unmistakably

interested

tone.

"Hello," they replied in happy chorus. "Are you Jim?" the slightly more plump of the pair asked, then they both giggled again.

"Well now. I can be anyone you want me to be," he replied with a broad smile. "And who might you be?" he asked.

"I might be Dina," the girl dressed in yellow (the slightly more plump of the two) replied with a giggle.

"... and I might be Nata," the slightly slimmer girl in the red Sari added.

"Well... I'm very pleased to meet you," he replied. "I'm guessing you would both be from Pakistan then?" he asked, prompting them.

"No. We are from Banff," Dina replied.

"Banff?" he exclaimed in surprise.

"It is in Canada," Nata added.

"Oh. Yes. Well, I know where it is..." he told them. "It's just that... well, I meant your heritage?" he explained, hoping he hadn't offended them.

"Ha ha. I know," she replied. "I am just fucking with you," Dina laughed.

Jason was almost shocked that she would come out with such an expression, especially as he had never met them before.

"Our family are from India," the slightly younger of the two explained.

"Oh, my apologies," Jason replied, excusing himself.

"Please do not worry," Nata told him, giving him a coy look. "It is a common mistake," she smiled.

"We are sisters," Dina smiled.

"Oh, look. Where are my manners, keeping you on the step. Won't you both please come in?" he asked.

They nodded, and stepped into the hallway, both looking him up and down, apparently studying him with great interest, and smiling at one another.

He showed them into the lounge where they both took a seat, sweeping the masses of silk material aside before perching demurely on the edge of the sofa.

Marika introduced herself and Jason, quickly adding, "Well, let's get started then, shall we?"

"Oh yes. Let's," Dina replied, looking at her sister and grinning from ear to ear.

Marika appeared to be going through the motions of interviewing the ladies, and the first five to ten minutes went largely as usual until Nata asked, "Why do you need our clothing sizes?"

"Well," Jason replied with a smirk, "you won't be able to go into the jungle in

those

clothes, will you." The women looked at each other. "We'll be fitting you out with something much more suitable for the jungle..." he added, "if that's OK with you both."

"We will be happy to wear anything you suggest," Dina told him.