Local Games Part 1

[kingofdapirates1]

Part 1====


“Welcome, and how long are you staying with us?”

“A month,” Mila responded, looking around the dingy, sandy hotel where she had just arrived. It had a damp smell of the ocean but a charm…if you looked hard and long enough.

“Oh, a very long stay. Ahh, Miss Marlow found you.” The older man smiled at her, “And what brings you to this remote place in the world?”

“Ahh, just visiting and exploring some old family ties,” Mila responded, looking around again.

“Ahh, interesting. Well, that shouldn’t be hard this time of year. It is the offseason. But don’t worry, there are still local events in town and the water is still very warm at the beach, like it is all year.” The hotel manager responded, pointing at a small town map on the desk, which Mila’s eyes fell on.

“Yeah, I want to check the beaches out…my great grandma was born here, so I’m interested in seeing the sights and learning the history as well,” Mila responded again, turning to him with a glance. He nodded, “Was she? Maybe some people still know her here, family names go way back. Here is your room, number 210, just take the stairs to the left and down the hall. Do you need help with your bags? I can have one of the maids assist?”

He gestured towards what Mila guessed was a woman with long, dark brown hair and a few blonde highlights on the far side of the lobby, struggling to carry a mountain of used towels toward the back. “Thank you, but no, I’ll be fine.” And with that, Mila took the key, went up the stairs with her bag, and got to the room. It was tiny, the size of a small bedroom, and had the same damp smell and simple design as the lobby. A queen bed with light blue sheets that loudly squeaked when she pushed on it, a small TV on a brown desk, and a single chair. Mila dumped out her bag on the floor in a mess of clothes and books before collapsing on the bed, passing out after the long flight and almost equally as long bus ride, letting the sound of the waves rock her to sleep.

When Mila woke up, she had no idea what to do. This was so far outside her comfort zone that it was almost paralyzing. Mila Marlow was a shy girl and never did anything unexpected. That was why, when she told her family for her 23rd birthday, she wanted to fly to a remote country where her dad's family had origins, and spending a month studying there came as such a shock. The travel had been brutal, a 14-hour flight, and then a 9-hour bus ride. More than 24 hours of travel led her to this point of lying on this old bed, in a town she had no reason to really be in, except that she was curious about her family past, and herself. It was all part of her personal goal to start really living, and she had always been fascinated by the culture her great-grandmother had often hinted about when she was young.

Now she was going to be here for over a month, studying for some extreme law exams, and wanting to throw herself into the culture even though the thought scared her to do so. She had picked the shoulder months to get a more real feel…and it was cheaper…a LOT cheaper. She forced herself off the bed and looked in the only mirror in the room. A sigh escaped her lips. She had always struggled to make friends due to her quietness, even though her looks always brought people in. The problem was that the more attention she got, the more she hated it. She was told she was beautiful by everyone, though she often struggled to see it. She could acknowledge that she had a great body, at least compared to the models she would see online. Men always seemed desperate to talk to her, and while she had a few relationships over the years, nothing lasted longer than 3 months. She just couldn’t be open enough to anyone, even with her sexual partners. It didn’t help when you studied law every night to make strong enough romantic relationships, anyway.

But her body wasn’t the main thing that stood her out from other women. It was really her hair. Silver, which was long, silky, and wavy, that she had had her whole life. It had always brought unwanted attention, and then her tits grew, and then she picked up the gym to fight the stress of studying law…it worked but then the attention shifted to her now incredible ass. She could tan like crazy, and her skin would turn dark golden and shine in the light with her baby blue eyes. Ok, even she could admit she was really pretty, but it wasn’t like it had done good for her romantically all these years.

And besides all that, there was one more thing that was very unique about her, she didn’t often tell people. Mila got closer to the mirror and opened her mouth. Out came her tongue, and it was as long as ever. Something her grandma had told her was also a trait of her heritage. People gawked at it normally, though it wasn’t too hard to hide which she was thankful for. It could very easily reach her chin and nose, and she had incredible control over it. Silver hair, an annoyingly hot body, and a grotesquely long tongue, for someone as shy as Mila…she would much rather have been ordinary everywhere.

But that was part of what this trip was about! Not just studying or exploring her heritage, but breaking out of this shell! She could do this! The first thing was to go to the beach and get her bearings of the town. She picked out her bathing suit, a yellow one-piece that provided a lot of cover, and lathered herself up in sunscreen. She wore a wrap around her waist and simple flip-flops, and shades. She headed out and was stunned by the beauty of the town right away. Everything was colorful and had a general sense of peace. There didn’t seem to be any non-locals, and most people stared at her. Without a tan, she really stood out because everyone else seemed crisp. The stares made her feel a wave of nervousness, and that only doubled when she finally got to the beach a few minutes later. The first thing she noticed was how skimpy all the clothing was on the men and women. 99% of the women were in tiny string bikinis that showed off their entire ass! Big women, small, it didn’t matter, and the men seemed to be in small tight bathing suits as well that only covered their groins and ass. She suddenly felt very out of place, and the stares only increased as she tried to relax. Giving up only a few minutes later, and retreated to her hotel room with a frustrated sigh.

The next two days were the same, and Mila was starting to feel desperate to talk to someone other than the hotel manager, who would give her a small chat at the best each evening. People seemed to avoid her, and her trips into town felt like she was forced into any tourist place, though 90% were closed this time of year. By the third day, Mila wanted to cry, maybe it had all been a mistake coming here. She hadn’t studied at all and the realization that just going to a new place doesn’t change a person was dawning on her. After only 15 minutes on the beach, she started to pack her things when suddenly a young man appeared standing above her. “Hey! I’ve seen you around a lot this week, What’s your name?”

Mila froze, blinked twice in surprise, and then looked around to make sure that he was talking to her. With no one else around, she felt a blush grow on her face even though this conversation was all she wanted. “I’m Mila…sorry, I’m just visiting and don’t really know anyone here.” She expected him to walk away after that, but he gave her a curious look.

“Well, duh, anyone can tell you are a tourist with what you are wearing…no offense. But only tourists wear such unflattering bikinis around here. It’s a cultural thing, so I get it, but if you were trying to blend... no, no chance in that.”

He motioned around, and as Mila had already seen the last few days, women her age and even WAY above were in thongs of some style. She looked down at her one-piece, feeling once again shy, but oddly because she was wearing too much! “I see.” She said plainly.

He smiled at her and sat down on the sand, “My advice, you want people not to think you are a complete tourist. Go to the shop in town, buy like three of those types.” He said, pointing at a mid-40s woman wearing a smaller bikini than Mila would have ever considered before this moment, “They are cheap, and not the best quality, but who really cares?”

He laughed as Mila just nodded at him, but didn’t speak, “Sorry, I bet a random guy coming up to you and saying wear skimpy clothes is pretty weird, but you seemed…lonely? Sorry, hopefully, I didn’t overstep my bounds. Obviously, I’m just a guy, so if you aren’t comfortable wearing those, don’t do it, but like, why worry? You have an amazing body, just go with it, no one here will care.”

Mila blushed at the compliment, but the boy didn’t seem to notice. After a few seconds, she nodded, “Ok, maybe I will.”

“Cool, come back tomorrow, same time, and I’ll show you around the town.” The young man smiled, jumped up, and walked off with a wave toward a group of boys and girls down the beach. Mila stared as he walked. He was in good shape and tan, and Mila couldn’t help admiring his toned muscles. She had just wanted a chance, and by luck or anything, it had happened. If wearing a skimpy outfit would help her fit in and give her more confidence, she would go for it.

That afternoon, Mila went to the small shop that the young man had pointed out to her. Inside, a little old woman was working the stand, surrounded by 1000’s of hanging bikinis and other swimwear. “Hi…Do you have any…uhhh small bikinis?” She said loudly to get the old woman’s attention but unsurely of what else to ask.

The old woman looked up in surprise and smiled at her, “Oh, yes. The whole row in the back. Go a size smaller than you would normally; tighter is better to make sure you don’t have any… wardrobe malfunctions in the waves. If you know what I mean.” She finished with a cheeky grin.

Mila nodded slowly, “Okay. Umm, thank you.” She let out a sigh as she walked back, they were ALL ridiculously minuscule, even the one pieces. “My butt will be out for everyone to see.” She muttered, but she had to do this. ‘When in Rome.’ She faintly breathed again, even more to herself, and picked out several one-pieces and a few two-pieces that would work. The old woman came down and talked to her a bit, giving her a curious glance as Mila picked a final white thong and top. “And what’s your name? I don’t recognize you.”

“Oh, I’m Mila. Mila Marlow. Visiting.”

“Marlow? Oh, that’s a familiar name.” The old woman exclaimed, tapping her temple, “But...Oh, dear, it will come back, I’m sure. Come back earlier in the day, sometime, Mila and we can have some tea. It just sounds so…familiar.”

“Umm, ok, that sounds nice,” Mila responded surprised at the outreach though she felt a wave of nervousness that she couldn’t place. She paid for the pile of clothes and headed out, glancing back to see the old woman watching her from the window. The hotel manager’s words came back to her, family names go way back. Twice in one day, she had an interesting interaction with a local, and she thought of her great-grandma and what really caused her to leave this remote place in the world.

The next day as promised, Mila was sitting next to the young man, now known as Max, and his friends, while Mila was wearing a one-piece thong-style bikini that had taken her four attempts to leave her hotel room with a hue face of red that matched the color of the swimsuit.

“And this is Mila, who is visiting for the month, fascinating. We usually don’t let tourists hang out with us, but a month is ALMOST long enough, and…you said your family was like from here from generations ago, right?”

“Yeah, umm, nice to meet you all.”

A few hellos, but they didn’t seem super thrilled with the presence of the silver-haired girl. “Sabrina will not be happy you brought her to the beach.” One cute woman said but she looked more friendly than others and even gave Mila a small smile when they met eyes.

“It’s fine. She is here for a month, and her family is from here…I mean generations ago but whatever. How many people can actually say that? No one ever leaves!” Max said with a frustrated sigh, now sitting down and running sand through his hands. Mila took notes in her head but didn’t add much to the conversation like always. A few days after hanging with the same group, she was back at the beach walking side by side alone with Max as she found herself doing each evening. Things were looking strangely up, and she was having a fun time meeting the girls in the group who very slowly were becoming more welcoming. She had done tea with the old woman, though why the name Marlow was familiar did not come back to the woman’s mind, but she did promise to go back again. A few of the locals called her the cute, shy tourist, not the worst nickname it could have been. It helped that she was attractive, and she knew it was one of the reasons Max had approached her. She decided that out of all her traits, that one was a good advantage she would use. Max was fun too, and the mutual interest between them was apparent from the get-go. She thought he was very good-looking looking and the thought of kissing him was tempting to notch another win on her goals of shell-breaking. But she was willing to wait and get a bit more into the group before she made out with one of them. As they strolled at the end of her first week, there was a slight commotion happening on the sand down the way.

“What’s that?” Mila asked, pointing at a gathering mesh of people with one man on a small platform with a microphone. Max paled slightly before relaxing again and looking at Mila with a curious expression. “Oh! It’s...a thing locals do…it’s kinda weird, so don’t worry about it. Local cultural thing.” Max said sheepishly, glancing at Mila again.

“Well, now I’m way more curious,” Mila said again with a giggle, and Max sighed.

“Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. So, like, this is going to sound crazy, but a lot of people here have longer tongues than usual. Genetic, cultural kind of thing, I don’t know if it’s something in the water. Who knows. So, because of that…it’s common when we kiss, we use a LOT of tongues, like a LOT LOT. It’s a bit different type of kissing than it is, I’m sure, from where you are from.”

Mila’s eyebrows went up in surprise at the sudden turn of conversation, and the weight in her mouth became apparent. So her grandma hadn’t been lying. “Oh, ok, but what does that have to do with a group of people on the beach? And kissing? I know how to kiss.” Mila responded, though she was sure she hadn’t seen it on Wikipedia and did not understand at ALL to how the group on the beach were related to the kissing.

“Oh, do you?” He asked mischievously, “Well, groups in some villages often do a contest. But basically, the girls and guys will see who can dominate the other’s mouth with their tongues and because everyone’s is so long, it can be quite a sexy game.” Mila’s expression went even more flabbergasted, and Max held up his hands, palms out. “It’s just fun! I mean, it’s more an excuse for single girls and guys to make out than anything. Though some take it very seriously.”

Mila looked at the group in wonder. How did this never make it on Wikipedia? A million more questions came to her head, but the first one out of her mouth surprised even her, “Do girls make out with girls? And guys with guys? Or is it just like straight couples?”

Max thought for a second, “Umm, some girls do, but like, that’s even more of a subset of an already kinda niche group. Honestly, I have only seen two guys do it once. More girls do, and they get more serious with each other sometimes because it becomes a bit of a…best tongue contest between them and the implication of having that title.” He gave her a little wink, and Mila felt a slight blush appear. “But it always comes down to a girl and a guy in the final. Though honestly, the girl with the best tongue, and the winner of that subset, usually wins it all and makes it to the final against some lucky guy.”

Mila nodded slowly, taking in weirdly suggestive information and contest. It was weird, but kind of…hot? She wondered how something like this even started and again thought of her own tongue and how she would fare in it, “Do you join in?” She asked unable to stop herself. Max glanced at her before nodding.

“Against the girls yeah, I get pretty far most times and made the final once. My tongue is pretty long, but the reigning winner is a girl named Sabrina…you might remember her name getting mentioned a few days ago. She is one of THOSE girls. She takes on everyone, girls, guys because she is a very aggressive kisser and her tongue…it’s long, like, the longest I’ve seen in person or even online. She can gag people when she wants. She has won the contest over the last two years because nobody really can match up against her.”

“Wow.” Mila reacted, her tongue feeling heavy on her jaw. She had always been made fun of for the length of her tongue. As a young teenager, many kids called her weird or freaky that she could touch her nose and chin, and she had never met a person who had a longer one than herself. But this info…changed a lot of how she viewed it suddenly. Often, she had to pull back when she kissed someone because guys would get so angry that she could almost choke them. They never complained when she used it on their dicks, the few times she had given a blowjob, however.

“Yeah. Kissing her is a wild experience, it’s so hot how long and strong her tongue is, and her body is just…really just as good. Guys and girls get distracted half the time they match up with her, especially if she wears a skimpy bikini, which she always does.” Max spoke with an awe-like expression that made Mila feel an unexpected wave of jealousy. So, he had kissed her…though he didn’t say if it was part of one of these contests or if it was more. “I get it, I’m sure it’s an experience.” She said, trying to keep any edge out of her voice to no great effect.

“Oh, sorry,” Max said, laughing at the awkwardness he created, but Mila just shrugged.

“When do they happen? The contests.” She asked, unsure why she wanted to know but something about it was making her heart beat rapider.

“They are random, but there is one tomorrow, that’s what they are prepping for. Do you want to join?!” Max asked suddenly with a laugh, “If you wanna be a local…that’s one way to prove it. Man, they will take you in then, but tourists aren’t allowed to join…though maybe they will make an exception for you. But like…tourist also NEVER have a chance; their tongues aren’t long enough, or if they are, they can’t use them like we do.” He said seriously.

But Mila held up her hands, “I…don’t really want to kiss anyone in front of all those people.” It was an insane idea…but there was something there that seemed to click in her brain. She had never deep kissed anyone like the way it sounded they did here, but the appeal was there. The idea made her…excited. A long tongue like hers should be used, and if this was a cultural thing…why not? She wanted to find her culture and she could knock another trait as a bonus. It would be fun to match up against another person with a long tongue.

“Ahh, fair enough. I was kidding, but don’t judge ,me though because I’m joining, I want a rematch with Sabrina, and I know she will be in the final.”

“Cool,” Mila said but it didn’t feel cool, and they dropped the subject before saying goodnight.

The next night, Mila made her way down to the beach and saw the crowd forming for the very contest Max had described. She had thought about it all night and had come to an unexpected decision. She wanted to join if she could. The crowd mostly ignored her as she came up to a woman sitting in a small beach hut with a clipboard. Back and forth she had gone, but the thought of Max kissing someone else bugged her, at least until she got a shot to show him her tongue. She noticed nearly everyone from the group gave surprised looks that she was even here, but she pushed down her fear as best she could.

“Hi…I would like to join.” Mila asked in her quiet voice that almost had a quiver despite her emotions.

The woman looked at her unamused, “Oh, um, this is more a local thing. Sorry.”

Mila usually would have just walked away but she stood up a little straighter, “I know what it is…Max explained it.” Mila responded, pushing her nerves down again.

“Max? Oh…but…” Then as luck would have Max appeared next to her right on cue, “I can vouch for her. Please let her join!”

The woman glanced at him and then gave a slight shrug. “Well, okay. Only because you are with him. Here is your number for the drawing, and umm, good luck…I guess.” She said looking doubtful at Mila. “Oh, wait, do you want to only go against guys? Or both?”

“Oh, she only wants to go against…”

“Both,” Mila spoke without thinking and interrupting Max who looked at her surprised. “Are you sure?”

She shrugged, “I…I’m sure it will be fine. I want the real, full experience.”

“Wow, you are way wilder than I thought. That’s hot.”

She blushed and nodded, feeling dreadfully nervous but…that excitement once again was bubbling in her stomach. The woman handed her a new number, giving her an equally curious glance. The worst part came next, waiting, and Mila just rocked on her feet in the sand as more locals arrived. A few people acknowledged her, mostly the girls that she had met with Max earlier in the week, giving her a hello or a hey. The whole time, she just kept telling herself not to back out. Before she knew it, the announcer was on the small stage.

“Ok! We will be drawing numbers to see who will kiss who first!” He began, and Mila glanced at her ticket, 8 written on it. Over the next minute, the draw happened, girls and guys getting paired for the first round as Mila waited next to Max, who was kind enough to hang out with her. “Okay, all the guys are gone, so a woman versus woman match! Number 8 will go against number 1!”

There was a cheer, but not from Max, whose cheery smile vanished. “Oh man, that’s so unlucky!” He groaned, looking at Mila with a slack expression.

“Unlucky?” Mila responded, glancing at the number 8 in her hand.

“You…got paired against Sabrina. Remember I told you about her? In the first round! Fuck! The chances of that happening are low, but…yeah, once the guys were gone, it likely was just you and her left. Not many other women have signed up to go up against her.”

Mila indeed did remember what Max had said about this Sabrina, “So I have no chance?” She asked, her heart beating hard, and a slight edge to her sweet voice. He glanced at her and shrugged his shoulders. “Sabrina…I told you, she is…an amazing deep kisser and she hates tourists, so she won’t go easy on you. But you just signing up was awesome, and you can still back out if you want.”

Mila shook her head slowly, “No, I…I’ll give it a shot.”

Max smiled at her, “See! You have the spirit of a local. Give it your best and just give up if it is too much.”

“Okay, pairs over here please!” The announcer said and Mila skipped over nervously leaving Max behind. She stood in the sand in her long shorts and baggy shirt, a light jacket over her body. The group was all eyeing her annoyingly, even the older locals looked at her as if she didn’t belong. She then saw Sabrina approach and she was stunned, but for some reason, she looked familiar though Mila couldn’t place it. She was beautiful though, with slightly long very dark brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She had a deep tan, like she spent most days in the sun, and had a rocking body even though she was in a sweater and much smaller, tighter shorts,s unlike Mila. The dark eyes of her opponent looked surprised to see Mila standing across from her. She had the look of a local if all the best traits had been pushed into one person. Long, strong-looking legs, a chest that her sweater couldn’t fully hide. Her face was striking with dark eyes, a soft nose and bright red lips. A tiny little scar was visible on the bottom right side of her soft lips, that added a look of danger to the already daunting beauty now across from Mila.

“Oh, a little tourist girl? Really? Who let her join?” Sabrina asked the announcer with an annoyed tone as some of the crowd laughed. When he just shrugged, she turned back to Mila, “That’s boring but I guess I should show you why we don’t let tourists play our game.”

Mila didn’t respond, she only tied up her long silver hair into a ponytail. Sabrina fixed her own and some highlighted blonde locks fell out which she blew almost playfully. “Okay, rules for the newbie, you lock lips, tongues only, first girl to break the kiss or raise her hand to stop loss. Got it.” The announcer spoke.

“Got it,” Mila responded and Sabrina gave her a lazy smile. They came closer with a few steps until they were face to face and Mila regretted everything about her choices but there was no backing down. She wanted to win, and she could feel Max’s eyes on her and that gave her a little jolt into her body.

“Okay, and go!” Sabrina stepped forward and took Mila’s lips in their first electric kiss, and Mila’s first kiss with another girl. But it wasn’t some pleasant smooch or light peck. Sabrina’s mouth was quickly attacked, and her long dangerous tongue was ready. It breached Mila’s lips and teeth instantly as it shot into the tourist’s mouth. Mila almost gagged right away in surprise as her mouth was forced open and she was overwhelmed, but she wouldn’t lose that quickly. She unfurled her lengthy tongue and pushed it up against Sabrina’s to the top of her mouth and then in a counter, shot it forward into Sabrina’s opening. Mila felt Sabrina freeze in surprise as she had to back off or risk getting gagged herself by Mila almost reaching her tonsils. That gave Mila a wave of confidence as the other girl retreated just to launch back and they met tongue to tongue near their lips and began to kiss. There were a few oooos from the crowd as Mila and Sabrina made out on the beach standing there, suddenly wrapping their arms around each other. It was like waves crashing, tongues slamming together, knotting, trading wet spit, and then backing off for another slam a second later.

After 30 seconds, a deep growl escaped Sabrina’s lips and an unexpected matching growl came from Mila as they pushed in harder with their lips and widened their mouths to deepen the already cavernous kiss. The crowd, expecting a pathetically short match cheered as they noticed Mila matching pace and dueling Sabrina mouth-to-mouth. Just from the sight, they could tell that Mila was packing more than just a good body, and her tongue must have been nearly as long as her opponents, something they had never seen. Each time the two women’s tongues would appear for seconds in their slippery dance as they rotated their heads to switch sides and go at it again. Their tongues pushed taste buds blending and they worked their mouths together. Mila was picking up this kissing style fast, and it was hot, she REALLY liked this type of kissing, and she KNEW she could win now. Her tongue had never been worn down and she wouldn’t let this equal monster fighting her be the first. But was it fighting the monster or the woman that made it so exciting? She would have to answer that question later and not when she was trying to choke said woman with her taster.

Suddenly, Sabrina gripped the back of Mila’s head with her fingers digging into the silver hair, locking the tourist to her, but Mila did the same, pulling her opponent firmer towards her with equal force! They somehow opened their mouths wider, their fastened tongues pressed and swirling in a spit-covered mess as they went back and forth between their openings in a test of strength. Desperately trying to tire and knot the other woman’s tongue without her own being pinned and forced down. Mila had never felt a tongue as long as Sabrina’s and it seemed to awaken a deep competitive side to her as the erotic contest continued. She let out a light moan despite herself but thankfully judging by the sudden gasp of Sabrina…her opponent had let a muffled moan escape her lips. It was a duel of titans who knew how to kiss, and they settled into what was turning into a longer battle as Sabrina seemed to realize she wasn’t about to score a quick win. Every tooth was licked, every gum explored, and Mila had already figured this was a battle of stamina. She was matching her rival lick for lick, endurance starting to come into play as they moved their lips loudly for the crowd to hear.

Unknown to the two competitors, the other matches had long ended, and the entire crowd on the beach was now surrounding Sabrina and Mila as the kissing duel moved to the third minute. Those expecting a quick slaughter were stunned silent, and those a bit newer were cheering loudly. And almost all the locals were smiling at the kissing silver-haired maiden taking on the hometown best. They could tell Sabrina was getting frustrated, and she pushed her whole body forward in a light bending of the rules and Mila hadn’t been prepared. The tourist’s foot went into a divot, and she fell back towards the ground, but her grip on Sabrina didn’t lessen and the other woman went with her as they crashed down into the white sand as one.

They landed, breaking apart for a second, but before the announcer could declare it over, Sabrina jumped on Mila and smacked their mouths back together as they lay on the ground! The crowd went wild at the continued battle as Sabrina was now laying on her rival when Mila angrily rolled them, sand flying everywhere as she pushed Sabrina deeper into the ground and tried to use gravity to pin the woman’s tongue back but Sabrina only tightened her grip around Mila’s body and rolled them again. Like animals, the crowd was going wild, hooting, and cheering. This was the best match they had ever seen in years. The guy next to Max was latterly gaping, “Holy fuck…no one has ever lasted against Sabrina for more than 30 seconds…they have been going at it for 5 minutes!” Max only nodded at the sight. It was hot…but not as hot if Mila and Sabrina had been wearing their skimpy bikinis…fuck now that would have been a sight.

On the ground, the girls rolled back and forth a few more times, as the crowd tried to decide whether to break them apart or let them keep going. Eyes were long shut and had been most of the fight, even before the sand was covering their hair. Mila’s tongue felt raw as it pressed its rough top against its rivals for almost 20 seconds. When she was on the bottom, she swore she would drown in their mixed spit unless she swallowed it, and when she was on top, her tongue felt like it was dipping into an equal pool forming in Sabrina’s maw. The sand was rough and went everywhere in their clothes, and Sabrina’s body was trying to mold the ground around her. She thought she heard a timer, but didn’t release or let her lips and tongue stop grinding and flowing with the other girls. She was sweating, and it made the sand stick to her skin and irritate it. But she would not give up and pulled Sabrina in tighter on top of her as both girls let out a muffled groan.

She was just about to roll them again when without warning, they abruptly had their lips snapped apart with a harsh, wet gasp from both women. Long lines of wet spit connected their panting tongues almost half a foot before they snapped. For a second, Mila thought she had won! But as she blinked towards the sky, she saw it was in fact several pairs of hands pulling Sabrina off her. Mila sat up quickly in the sand and brushed herself off, not sure what to do when suddenly many of the locals helped her up.
“Amazing!”
“You go, Tourist girl!”
“That was the hottest thing ever!”
“What a contest!”

Mila struggled to smile as her body seemed to still be in a competitive state of shock and now, she was horny as well which was a very unwelcome feeling. Was it just the deep kissing? Or was it deep kissing that aggressive woman who did it? The group of people were clapping her on the back, asking her to show off her long tongue, but Mila was still in a daze. Her lips were tingling and missing the sensation of wrestling with the other soft pair. The announcer laughed as he took the mic. “Wow, that was the best match we have had here in years! In round 1! Hot, hot, hot! Who would have thought that Sabrina would find a match in a tourist of all people? Sadly, only one can win, and we don’t have all evening, so it will be done by vote as the muffled groans were indistinguishable about who quit first.” The announcer leaned down to the two men and one woman ‘judges’, all locals. Mila knew what was coming when the announcer brought back to the mic, “Okay, we have a winner…and after some very heated debate, the winner with a 2-1 vote is SABRINA!”

There was a small cheer in the crowd, but some people booed as well and groaned. And still, many locals gave Mila claps on the back and asked her name and where she was from. Mila answered a bit and let out a sigh, finally relaxing when she noticed Sabrina was staring at her from across the group of people and divot, they created during their feverous make out. Mila ducked a few arms and walked over holding out a hand, “Good contest.” She said to the beautiful, dark brown-haired girl, but surprisingly, Sabrina looked furious, glancing down at the given hand. She let out a huff and, without saying anything or shaking, she turned and walked away into the crowd, arms tight at her sides. Mila stood there looking foolish with her outreached hand, but luckily Max appeared right at that second. “Wow! You are awesome, Mila! I didn’t know you had that kind of weapon in your mouth! And don’t worry about Sabrina, she is sour at the best of times.”

“Thanks,” Mila said as more locals appeared and gave her some flowers for the contest. “You should come sit with us tomorrow!
“You are here for a month, right? What was your name?”

== To be continued.

Yo, and hello to the new board. Hope everyone enjoys part 1 of this story. I had this part on the old board when it went down but wasn't sure if people saw it. This is another story that had long been on the hard drive that I’m now almost finished with. Way to many of those... I remember when I started this story it was all about a deep tongue duel and how that would be a good start to a rivalry. Anyway, hope to get the rest out soon.

Cheers.

[Maritalkombat]

In the words of the great Rafiki... "The King has returned!"

Welcome back from the crew!

[YuriLesboLover]

Great to see you here too. I love some good tongue wrestling. I had noticed this uploaded on the old board too but didn’t have time to read it. I can’t help but compare your Sabrina to mine and I expect her to be just as obsessive towards her rival.

[Giannis-CB]

I liked it very much King ! OF COURSE i can hardly wait for Ch. 2
Adding that I also expect a contest between their pussies !!
Even if women with long tongues enjoy first of all tongue to tongue and then tongue to pussy ! LOL
Anyway... Do not let us waiting 12345 chapters for some wild pussy vs pussy action, like before !! LOL (with great chapters in between ! An important detail ! )
Cheers !!

[pjaz12345]

Finally I got to see the forum. I thought everything was lost and when I found it, I found your newest story as my return gift.

Personally, the Marlow family name being familiar to the old lady gave me some really sexy vibes coming from this story, referring to the possible history mentions going forward.

Really liked the Mila character and Sabrina as well. Been a while since a male character featured prominently in your story. So there's another possibility.

But all possibilities fail since you always manages to suprise us and I hope nothing less.

Also, a special thanks to JB, Yuri, Marital Kombat, Spear, r3born and all the other amazing authors and readers who are helping in rebuilding the forum.

[UltimateZeroStar]

King,

I think I was commenting on this story when the other board went down. I'm glad to see you back!

That was a very interesting start. Mila and her expierences in this new place are interesting. These people seem way more sex positive than I was expecting. The skimpy bikinis being mandatory to fit in was a surprise. Mila' s background is really interesting, too. She's technically a tourist but she's got the tounge of someone who's from this area.

I want to know more about Sabrina though. That kissing fight with Mila was probably the first time she was challenged like that. It was really hot! It was interesting to see Sabrina's subtle reactions to being pushed so hard by Mila. It seems like this is far from over though. Sabrina and Mila seemed to have some unresolved sexual tension at the end there. I'm curious about where that goes.

That was a really fun start. It'll be interesting to see Mila try and adapt to this area she doesn't have much attachment to. I wonder if Mila ends up staying if she and Sabrina make some kind of connection? At the very least Mila's getting an interesting expierence here. I doubt she expected any of this. Looking forward to the next part!

[JB57]

Hi King!

I just saw this! Great work, as always! The sexy, competitive kissing is a real treat and a very intrigueing idea! I'm looking forward to seeing how they bring the other parts of their bodies into competition. Tongues can go a lot of other places besides mouths, of course! I know you won't overlook the other erogenous zones that can be brought into direct competition!

Looking forward to the next part.

JB