A Friendly Game of Tennis by Jason (a.k.a. AmazonLOVE) http://amazonlove.0catch.com It happened last summer when my wife and I were on vacation in Bahamas. Now, looking back at it, i think that it was the most humiliating experince of my life. I have never told anyone about it until now. It was our third day on the island. We were staying on one of the nice all-inclusive resorts, away from the major cities. Everything we needed was right there on the premises, food, drinks, entertainment and any other activity that one can imagine. Mostly we were surrounded by other American vacationers who flew in for a week amid a brutal winter, to get some sun and relax in the warmth of the Caribbean. That morning I woke up rather early, and while my wife was still asleep I decided to take a nice walk around the resort. I put on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and strolled out into the morning air. As I made my way through the premises I decided to explore the northern side of the resort. As I walked amid some palm trees I found myself standing in front of a large tennis court. I did not even realize that there was a tennis court there, and being somewhat of tennis player was pleasantly surprised. I was even more pleasantly surprised to see a young girl, maybe in her twenties, practicing on the further end of the court. She was standing next to a large basket of balls, which she was methodically serving in my direction. My wife was sound asleep in our room, and I could not pass such opportunity. I walked over to the girl. As I approached her I realized that she was a very cute and blond. She had a very athletic build and looked rather attractive in her white tennis outfit. She was just my type, young, perky, innocent. "Hi there", said I, "great day isn't it?" "Sure is", she smiled at me, and stopped serving. "I have not seen you around here before, are you staying at the resort?" "Actually, I work here". "Really", I decided to make my move quickly. I knew the young innocent type that she was, and figured all I had to do was ask. "Well, you are the hottest girl here. By far." And while she smiled at the dumbest compliment imaginable, I took her by the hand. She seemed surprised by my aggressive move - that was a good sign. I pulled her toward myself, and gently put her hand on my crotch. I was already imagining how easily I would take this girl, when suddenly I felt her arm tighten. "What a hell do you think you are doing", she rid her hand of my grip. "Common, now, you know you want it", smiled I, but it was obvious that I miscalculated her. "You slimy pervert!", yelled out she, and next thing I felt was a sharp blow to the back of my head with what must have been her tennis racket Suddenly, everything around me lost focus and I felt my body hit the ground. I could not tell how long I was out, but when I regained consciousness the sun was high up, so it must have been at least a couple of hours. To my surprise I was not on a tennis court, but in the middle of some tropic vegetation. With palms and bushed all around me. I was laying face down in sand mixed with dirt and rocks. As all my senses started to come back to me I realized immense pain that was coming form my lower back. The pain was dull but very severe. So sever, that I could feel any slight movement with my lower body. As I put my hand on my back, trying to identify the source of the pain I suddenly realized that both my shorts and my underwear were removed. But it was nothing compared to the shock I felt when I realized what was causing this incredible discomfort in my lower back. As I reached bellow with my right hand I felt a plastic shaft protruding directly from my asshole. At first I though that it was part of something on the ground under me, but as I pulled myself off the sand and looked I saw a tennis rocked sticking out of my rear end. My first instinct was of course to grab it, but even a slight touch of the shaft of the racket caused so much pain and discomfort that I immediately had to let go. As I got up and inspected my predicament I could not believe what the innocent little blond did to me. Her tennis racket was jammed up my rear with surgical precision. It's entire handle, which was probably an inch or so in diameter was completely inside of me. It was in so deep that I could feel it in me with every breath I took. The combination of anger and humiliation was devastating. Ignoring the pain I wrapped my hand around the shaft of the racket and pulled. The pain was unimaginable. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I felt cramps deep up my rectum. Yet the racket did not move. Now I could feel the very end of the racket pushing all around my insides. That day became the worst day of my life. I spent it hiding in the bushes until it got dark. Then, I made my way to our room. From there I called the hotel manager and had him discretely call in the best proctologist on the island. It took the doctor almost an hour to get the damn racket out of my rectum. I ended up paying him well over 1000 dollars just to make sure that no one would ever find out anything about it. For the rest of the vacation, I had to wear a diaper and stay out of everyone's sight. I never told my wife what happened to me, she just assumed that I had some sort of colon infection. On the out last day, as ma and my wife were making our way through the lobby of the resort with all my suitcases we came face to face with the blond girl from the tennis court. She was wearing the same tennis outfit, carrying a racket and looking just as pretty and innocent as five days ago. I tired my best to avoid her as I looked into the floor, but she sopped right in front of me and with a beautiful and victorious smile on her face said: "Well, hello again, sir. I see you have almost completely recovered", as she said that she turned her racket upside down and wrapped both hands around the thick handle. "I hope I did not cause you too much discomfort with my game", and as she said that she stroke the thick shaft of her racket right in front of my face". Seeing the end of the racket it in her hands reminded me of the pain and humiliation she put me through. I stepped to a side and quickly walked away. "What was that all about?", asked my unsuspecting wife, as she rushed to catch up to me. "Nothing said I, just a friendly game of tennis we played", replied I. I could still feel her racket up my rectum. "Come back anytime sir, I enjoyed it!", heard I the voice of the blond behind us as we walked away.