0 comments/ 60316 views/ 17 favorites Island Paradise By: MrFalkirk I always thought that I could handle a small sailing vessel fairly well, but nature has a way of making us humble again once our egos get the better of us. Let me explain. My name is Tom Jones--no, I'm not the signer, I just share the name with him--and I am a very well off 30-something who inherited literally a ton of money when his father and mother were both killed in an automobile accident. I stand about five foot eight and weigh in at a hefty 185 pounds, but I keep myself in fairly good shape by working out at the local gym three days a week. I am single and not really looking, or at least I wasn't, but we'll get to that later. Anyway, one of my hobbies is sailing my twenty foot sloop, Moneymaker, and I am pretty darn good at it, managing to set and reef sails as necessary and still remain on course. I also own a fifteen foot catboat I called Pussy Cat that I use when I'm not planning to go out on the water for very long. One of my favorite pastimes is to mark a chart with a seemingly random set of legs and then take my boat out into the Pacific and sail that rather aimless course to a certain point on my GPS and then return via another set of aimless wanderings. I've done this many times and have gotten fairly good at it, or so I thought. I seldom, if ever, take anybody with me. With the kind of money that I have, I am beset by money grubbers and prefer to have some time to myself when I go sailing. The ladies all want screw me in bed because of my money and the men just want to screw me out of it anyway they can. As a result, I tend to protect myself when I'm sailing. On the day in question, I had planned a course that would take me away for at least a couple of nights so I made sure the galley was fully stocked, the radio was in good working condition, and there was plenty of my favorite booze on board. Everything was ship-shape and Bristol fashion so I cast off early, before the sun even peeked over the mountains to the east of Los Angeles. By the time the sun made itself known, I was a good twenty miles off-shore and had set a course of 220 degrees for my first of six legs. A couple of hours later with a good run I had passed between San Nicolas and San Clemente Islands and was headed at last for the open sea. With the islands passing over the horizon, I removed the last of my clothing and enjoyed the feeling of the sun hitting my totally naked body. This was a ritual with me. I guess I am basically a nudist at heart and I have never really been comfortable dressed in clothes. The radio was beside me in the cockpit and about 2 PM came alive with a severe weather advisory for an area about 50 miles south of where I was. Since I was going to be north of the area, I decided all I needed to do was reduce my sails a bit and prepare to have a roller coaster ride. What I should have done was turn about and run before the storm, but this is all hindsight which we all know is 20-20 while foresight is myopic at best. Faster than you can say storm, I was in big trouble. I took every square inch of mainsail down and used the jib to help keep me from broaching in the waves. The wind was terrible and I watched in horror as the antenna mast snapped off above the jib, carrying away, I thought, my only way to contact the outside world. What happened next put me out of my misery, at least for a while. The boom swung around and clobbered me on the side of the head, knocking me out for a long time. When I came to, I was sitting in the cockpit with the boom over the port rail, the jib in tatters, and my sloop laying ten feet from the nearest water on an island. The wind had died down and the sun shone down on body. My head ached liked I had been beaten by a band of thugs and when I pulled my hand away from my forehead, it came back bloody red from the open cut. I bandaged my head and then decided I needed to find out where in the world I had ended up. I took out my charts and my GPS to determine what island I was on and found that my current GPS location did not show any kind of island at all. According to my charts, the nearest island of any kind was an island belonging to Mexico called Isla Guadalupe and that was a good two hundred fifty miles from my position which was supposed to be nothing but open sea. I began to think I was part of a very poorly written re-make of Gilligan's Island, except I was the Skipper, Mr. Howell and Gilligan all rolled into one and there were no professor, Mary Ann, Mrs. Howell or Ginger present to keep us company. A quick tour of the inside of my sloop revealed a gash in the starboard side that could never be fixed, even in a dry dock. Even the dory that usually trailed behind on a line was smashed to pieces. I also began to think of myself as a modern day Robinson Crusoe. By that time I had checked the radio and found that I still amazingly had some battery power. I also found that the boat's generator still ran and that the fuel tank was still nearly full. I took stock of what I had on hand. The clothes I had worn on board were gone, washed no doubt into the sea, so I was going to be a nudist until somebody delivered new clothes. The food supply had not been damaged by the storm nor had any of my good Scotch been lost. So, I could gorge myself on food and drink myself into a stupor. Oh, happy me! I set my priorities and after I had built a lean-to out of the mainsail, I moved the food and the booze into it. I kept a rifle with three boxes of ammunition on board in case of, well I really didn't know in case of what, but I thought they might come in handy in my present situation--no telling what kind of wildlife was present on this island. The radio and generator had to remain with the boat since I had no way of dismantling and carrying them and the fuel tank to the lean-to. I gathered some firewood and lugged it down to the lean-to just as the sun was disappearing behind the hills and trees to the west of my camp. After all this had been accomplished, I was sweaty and hot so I decided I needed a quick swim in the ocean to cool me down. I dived into the water and settled into a slow crawl that took me out a ways from the beach before I turned to go back in. As I neared shore, I thought I saw a person near my lean-to, but when I called there was no answer and no further sightings. I traipsed up to the lean-to and dropped down on the blanket I had salvaged from my boat letting the breeze and the warm sun dry my skin. When I went to get something to fix over the fire for my supper, I discovered that one of the boxes had been opened. I had thought that I had seen somebody while I was out swimming and now I knew for sure that I had. As I ate I tried to figure out how to protect the remainder of my somewhat limited supplies and still manage to get some sleep. The thief had the advantage in that he could strike at any time--or not strike. I had taken a flashlight and a pistol from the storage space in the cockpit during my last trip to the boat. The flashlight's batteries were brand new so the light would be quite bright. The pistol was an old Colt .45 calibre, what the Army called the M1911A1, that came from my prized collection of military pistols and was in perfect condition. It had a round in the chamber and a full clip in the handgrip with three more clips laying on a box close to hand. Right after supper I laid down with my head against a mound of sand piled up beneath the blanket and went into a light sleep. Sometime after dark, I heard a noise but didn't move except to make sure I had the flashlight and pistol close to hand. The person who was sneaking up on my camp was not doing a good job of it and actually tripped over the rope I had strung about twelve inches off the ground. When I heard the body go thump, I quickly turned on the flashlight and aimed the pistol at the person on the ground. I wasn't expecting what I saw. Laying there in front of me was a totally naked woman who looked as if she was in her mid-20s and who had a rather small body to kill for with a nice ass, long legs that ended in a furry vee where they joined, and a pair of tits that any man would die for just to get a taste of them. If she weighed over 110 pounds, she hid it well. She stared at the light like a deer being spotlighted and threw one arm over her eyes to shield them from the sudden brightness. "OK, who are you and what are you doing taking my supplies?" I got no answer to my question as the girl picked herself up and started to leave. "Stop right there! Alto! Halt! Arrêtez!" She froze sometime during my order to stop so I didn't know which of the four languages she spoke. "Turn around." I repeated it once again in Spanish, German, and French and she turned around in time with a different language so I still had no clue which one she spoke. I looked at her from head to toe and back again. Her two lovely cone shaped breasts were heaving with the exertion of falling and picking herself up off the ground--and maybe with a little bit of fear as I let the muzzle of the pistol move into the light of the flashlight where she could see it. She was blonde headed and the hair covering her mound was the same shade as the hair on her head, almost white in the light of the flashlight. "Sit down." As I started my routine with the other languages she sat and said "I speak English. I can only guess what those other languages are." She had lowered herself into a lotus like position which showed the cleft of her sex between her legs. If she saw me looking at it, she gave no indication of being modest and shy. "Spanish, German, and French. Now who the hell are you?" "I don't answer questions of any kind with a pistol pointed at me." I lowered the pistol. "Sorry, I was expecting a much larger thief." "Well, there's only me and my little sister, Karen, left on this island for you to be afraid of." "Just who are you?" "My name is Catherine, but people called me Cat." "My name is Tom Jones." "The singer?" "No, I just share the name with him. As far as I know he isn't even one of my relatives. You sound as if there were more of you." "There was. My mother was killed when our boat was destroyed and my father died not long afterwards of a broken heart. My husband, Donald, died when he fell from a tree while collecting some fruit from the higher branches some time after that, but you are the first person from the outside we have seen since we were wrecked on this island." "How long have you been here?" "About six or seven years, I think. Time has no real meaning any more. What's today's date?" "Well, I'm not sure of the exact day, but I left Los Angeles on Friday, 13 August 2003." "If I remember right, we left San Diego in March of 1998." "Almost five years." "It seems so. Karen, you can come on in now. He's not going to kill us, or at least I don't think he will. He's staring at my pussy too hard and I think he's getting a bit aroused by what he sees." Cat was looking directly at my groin where my penis had started it's preliminary rise to full erection. "God, his cock looks good enough to eat." Karen was almost a carbon copy of her older sister right down to the same blonde air. What surprised me was that she was carrying a rifle at port arms as she entered my lean-to. She appeared to be either in her late teens or early 20s and the tan was just as complete as her sister's tan. Her breasts may have been a bit smaller than her sister's, but they looked just as delectable. The hair covering her sex was a bit sparser also, but it was just as intriguing to me as Cat's fur covered mound. "You see, Tom, if you had shot me, Karen would have killed you right where you are and she's a very, very good shot." Cat smiled, but the message was clear. "So why were you stealing my food?" "We have lived on fish and whatever fruit we could find for the entire time we've been here. If you had noticed, we only took a couple of cans of your Spam. We had forgotten what meat tasted like." I really had noticed that only the Spam had been touched. I nodded my head. I did understand and my anger vanished as quickly as it had come earlier in the day. We talked and we all stared at the others genitals. I found out that Cat was about 25 and that Karen had just turned 19 a week before I had left Los Angeles. Their pussies gaped open inviting my inspection and my cock had by this time risen to the occasion and was dripping pre-cum from the slit at it's business end. Sometime during the night, we came to an agreement to co-exist in peace and the girls went back to their camp with a full box of canned meat. I spent the night alone in my lean-to with a raging hard-on. Not being the shy type, I jerked on my dick with the thoughts of the two girls and their luscious looking pussies running through my mind until my cock shot had its load into the sand next to the blanket. In the morning, I took stock of what I had to do. One of the first things I had to do was to try to salvage the radio and the antenna. Then I had to find a way to dismantle the generator and the fuel tank and haul them across the sand to a safe place away from the water and the pounding surf. I also realized that I had to get some fresh water soon, but knew that the girls had that problem solved already. At just the thought of them, my cock started to rise. I walked over to a tree and took a good piss watching the liquid come out of the end of my dick and splash against the tree on its journey to the ground. Then I took a running start and dived into the water. The water was refreshing and washed away the last vestiges of sleep and fatigue that had been overcoming my desire to start getting things done. I went back to the boat and discovered that the antenna mast still hung by it's wire. For some reason I hadn't seen that the day before when I was busy unloading supplies and setting up camp. I found my tool box and took out a Phillips-head screwdriver. The clamps came off easily and the antenna slowly came to rest on the deck. The last clamp, however, decided it would not budge and in my efforts to make it listen to reason succeeded in demolishing the head to the point where the screwdriver merely spun in circles. I threw the screwdriver down on the deck in frustration and looked up to see both of the naked girls staring at me. My cock rose once again and I tried to turn my body so as to hide my arousal from the girls. Cat laughed. "We're going to have to do something about your problem, Tom." "You can help get a stripped screw out?" "No, but I really meant your other problem." With that she stepped close and wrapped her fingers around my steel-like pole. She started small jerking movements with her hands as her tits pressed against my chest and her mouth and tongue fought a duel with mine. Karen was standing near by watching us with obvious excitement in her eyes. When Cat broke the kiss, she held out her free hand to her sister. Karen came over and I quickly had two pairs of tits pressing into me. Soon there were two mouths fighting mine and I found myself fighting a losing battle. Cat laid me down on the deck as she continued to give me a handjob while she kissed her way down to my nipples, those tender little buds on my very manly chest. Karen must have gotten the message because she knelt down on the other side and took my free nipple into her mouth. I gasped for breath as the sensations of two lovely girls licking and sucking my body washed over me. Cat then ran her tongue down my body licking as she went. She made her way to my groin where she gently sucked on my balls before almost swallowing my eight inch cock whole. I hadn't had any sex other than masturbation in a long time and I felt my sperm rushing to leave my cock. Cat must have felt the spasms for she quickly pinched it off at the base of my cock until I could regain some control. Even then she must have known I was close. "Tom, I want you to cum in my mouth. Then I'm going to get Karen ready for you to take her cherry." Karen was a virgin? How could that have happened? And then I realized that she was too young to fuck while the men in the family were around...before they had died. As these thoughts rushed through my mind, I felt Cat's mouth drop over my cock and then Karen's tongue washing my balls. I spurted straight into Cat's mouth and she merely clamped her mouth tight over my cock head and swallowed. Some of my hot cream escaped only to be lapped up by Karen. "Hmmmmm. So that's what a man tastes like. Cat I wish I could have found out sooner." "I know, but we have to get you ready for your first fuck. OK, little sister, let's work each other up. Suck my cunt and I'll suck your's. Maybe that will get Tom hard again." I watched in disbelief as Cat dropped her head between her sister's open thighs and watched as Cat's tongue hit Karen's pussy slit. I could tell that they had done this particular dance before. They were good. Karen soon had Cat moaning in ecstacy and Cat soon had Karen flopping around like a fish out of water. My cock enjoyed the show well enough to rise to full erection once again. Cat looked up, saw my cock and suggested to Karen that she turn around and look. Then Cat taught Karen how to suck my cock without biting it. Despite my earlier cum, I was getting very close to another one and Cat stopped Karen's cocksucking lesson allowing me to get myself back under control. When I looked into Karen's eyes, I could see fear in them. Fear of being hurt or just a fear of the unknown...I didn't know. "I'll be gentle. It's going to hurt a little at first, but it will get better. I promise you that." "I know." She smiled a small frightened smile and jumped when Cat ran her hand over Karen's budding nipples. They erected almost instantly and Karen moaned in pleasure as I ducked my head between her thighs and tasted her for the first time. My tongue found her tender clit and circled it. My lips caressed her clit until her hips started their dance routine once again. I moved my body up and placed my cock at the entrance to her heavenly love hole. I moved it up and down a couple of times to get it wet and then felt Cat's hand take me by the cock and pull me into her sister's body. I stopped halfway in when I felt Karen's maidenhead. The pause was just long enough to collect my wits before I plunged into her in one violent stroke. Karen almost screamed and I held myself rigid with my cock fully encased by her cunt walls. My balls bounced off the cheeks of her lovely tight ass as I held still and let her adjust to the penetration of her body by my invading spear of hardened flesh. She looked up at me with her mouth opened in an "O" of surprise and her eyes wide open as far as they would go. Cat played with both of Karen's tits and leaned it to stick her tongue in Karen's mouth. Karen responded by sucking Cat's tongue and then all hell broke lose and Karen started humping up against me as hard as she could. I matched her stroke for stroke and pounded myself as deep into her pussy as I could possibly go. "My God, Cat, no wonder you loved Donald so much! I never imagined that being fucked would feel so good. Cat, I could do this all day and all night." "Well, sweetheart, Tom has to get some rest sometime and I fully intend to get my share of fucking. You can't imagine how I've missed having a good hard cock pounding my pussy." "I can imagine. Oh, Tom, that feels sooooooo good. I'm feeling funny down there. What are you doing to me?" "I'm trying to make you cum before I do. I want to make your first fuck one you will remember with joy instead of regret." "Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!" Karen's body went into spasms and set my own cum rushing from the tip of my hardened cock to bathe her womb with sperm. I fell forward only avoiding crushing her beneath my weight by landing on my elbows. As it was, her heaving breasts poked their hardened nipples into my chest. Island Paradise It's an ill wind that blows no good. Charlie, a mate of mine, came off his bike and broke his leg in two places. He was going to be in plaster for eight weeks. What was worse he'd already paid a non-refundable deposit on a trip to the Gold Coast for a week in sunny Queensland, with nothing to do but have fun. Being a good sport, and having a holiday due, I checked with my boss. Things were slack, so he told me to grab the ticket and have fun. So I bought the trip off Charlie. At a slightly discounted price, I'll admit, but still a reasonable deal for both of us. Then I had to break the news to my parents. Now I'm twenty and still living at home. By choice, because it makes economic good sense. Only paying board, I was squirrelling away a nice little nest egg, and I already had enough for a deposit on my own place. The drawback of living at home is that parents still think they control all aspects of your life and can get a bit toey when you do something unexpected, like taking a holiday in Queensland. I arrived home that evening and broke the bad news about Charley and the good news about my trip to Queensland and waited for the recriminations. To my surprise they were actively interested, checking what dates I'd be gone and where I'd be staying. Then they were congratulating me, telling me I'd have a wonderful time. I'm all like sure, thanks, and wondering what the hell? That's when they dropped me in it. "Denise is going to the Gold Coast, too, and she's on the same package you're on," enthused Mother. "Her parents have been real worried about it. There's no telling what sort of trouble a young woman can get into all alone in a place like that. We'll be able to tell her parents that you're going along and will be only too glad to keep an eye on her." Denise is what is known as a friend of the family. My parents adore her. She's eighteen, pretty and popular, and a walking menace. If anyone can cause trouble in the most innocent way, she can. I've had the job of pulling her out of scrapes for years. I swear, if Queensland knew what was on the way they'd close the state for a while. Here, of course, is where I'd outsmarted myself. I'd paid Charley for the ticket immediately. This was so that when my parents objected I'd be able to say I'd already paid. They would have still grumbled, but wouldn't let the money go to waste. So now I was stuck. Not that Denise was exactly enamoured of the idea that I was going on the same trip. I pointed out rather bluntly that I would be quite happy to keep out of her way as long as she promised to keep out of mine. She just sniffed and pointed out that she didn't get in people's way. Not like some she could mention. We arrived at the Gold Coast almost without incident. Somehow or other, the tour guide had got the impression that I was Denise's keeper, so whenever trouble loomed she sought me out. Denise was puzzled by this at first. Absolutely livid when she found out why. I denied all knowledge and suggested she speak to her parents about it. Once we were settled on the Gold Coast I was able to ignore Denise, which compliment she returned. Unfortunately, being on the same package meant we had a number of common perks. One of these was a boat ride on the second day, taking us cruising and stopping at some of the islands to explore and swim. We had lunch at one of these islands and were then allowed to go and explore. We were given firm reminders of the time the boat left and told to please be at the dock in a timely manner. Anyone who missed the boat would be stuck until the next day. I looked around the island and then went for a swim at one of the beaches. Getting back to shore I checked the time and was surprised to find it was a lot earlier than I thought. I still had well over an hour before I had to be back at the dock. I was strolling along the shore when I almost tripped over Denise, sunbaking. Topless. I have to admit, she had a great pair. She saw me approaching and hastily put her top on. "Pervert," she snapped. "Uh-huh. That's me," I agreed. "Don't be too long. You won't want to miss the boat." "Plenty of time," Denise said airily. "You should be thanking me. If it hadn't been for me you'd have been back an hour early and just sitting twiddling your thumbs waiting." I was once riding a bike downhill when someone threw a stick and it shot through the spokes of the front wheel. Ripped out most of the spokes and sent the bike, and me, into a crazy somersault. The churning stomach I had at the time was very much the same as the churning stomach I had now. I looked at my watch. Fifty minutes to boat time and I was five minutes away. "What did you do, Denise?" I asked, not really wanting the answer. "I saw your stuff while you were swimming and I was looking at your watch. It was an hour out. You forgot Daylight Savings ended last night. If you used a smart phone like me, instead of that old watch, you'd have had the correct time automatically. Anyway, I adjusted it for you." "Denise, your watch is on Melbourne time, yes?" "D-uh, of course. The Gold Coast is on the same timeline." "True, except during daylight savings. Queensland doesn't do the Daylight Savings thing. Off-hand, I'd say we've missed the boat and I'm going to have to kill you and bury your body somewhere on this nice island paradise." We had indeed missed the boat. All things considered, no big deal. I had my bag with me and in it I had some energy bars and a large bottle of water. The boat would pass by again tomorrow and we'd have out lift home. That's always assuming we weren't missed. If we were they'd probably trace back along the route and find us. Or another boat might pull on. I'd noticed a small cabin earlier, and I assumed that people did overnight on the island on a regular basis. I wandered back in the direction of the cabin, Denise trailing along behind me, yapping and complaining. The whole thing was everyone's fault but hers. Mine, for not getting her back to the boat in time, the boat's crew for not seeing we were missing, even the Queensland government came in for their share of abuse for not having daylight savings. We'd been in Queensland for two days and she'd never noticed her phone was an hour out to local time. Go figure. Finding the cabin I checked it out. No lock. Just walk in. A table, couple of chairs, a pair of bunk beds. A lantern, some tinned food, a small gas stove, matches and a tap. Apparently there was a water tank attached to hold rain water. All the castaway needed until a boat came past. I was satisfied that we'd survive without any trouble. This is assuming that I didn't strangle Denise, and if she didn't stop carping at me I would have to in sheer self-defence. "Denise," I said, when I'd finally had enough, "will you kindly just shut up. The whole mess is your fault. Deal with it. We'll just catch the boat when it comes past tomorrow or hitch a ride on another one if one comes past." I turned to leave the cabin, figuring I might as well go swimming again, and got hit by a handful of seashells Denise had been holding. "OK," I snapped. "Enough is enough. That was just plain childish. You want to act like a child, I'll treat you like a child." I grabbed one of the chairs and plunked myself down on it, at the same time snagging Denise's arm and yanking her towards me. She was over my knee before she realised what was going on. Denise was only wearing her bikini. She hadn't bother with dressing before rushing to the dock, just stuffed her clothes in her bag. As she landed across my lap I was amused (and interested) to note that in her hurry to put on her top, when I caught her topless, she hadn't tied it properly. It came loose and dangled, as did her breasts. Her squeal of protest was lost as my hand landed hard on her bottom. Then she really started squealing. Half a dozen good spanks and I was prepared to listen to her apology. I paused the spanking. "Do you have something to say?" I asked. "Like an apology, maybe?" Apparently not. "You bastard. How dare you? I will not be treated like a child, damn you? "What, I should treat you like a rational adult?" I jeered at her. "Yes, damn you." If that's what she wanted. I promptly peeled her bikini bottom down and resumed the spanking on her bare bottom. Her squalling rose to new levels. After another half dozen spanks I paused again. "What is your problem now? I'm spanking you in an adult fashion. And I'm still waiting for an apology." "Don't spank me at all. And put my bathers back on. You shouldn't be looking at me when I'm naked. And what do I have to apologise for?" "Many, many things. Shall we start with throwing those shells at me like an unruly brat?" "Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry." "There. You see. That wasn't too hard, was it? Now while we're on the island I want you to try and behave yourself. In exchange, I'll try not to spank you. What could be fairer than that?" I swung her back onto her feet. Poor woman didn't know what to try to cover first. Her breasts or her pussy. She finished up turning her back to me while she straightened her bikini. "I'm going swimming. There doesn't seem to be much else to do. Care to come along?" Truce established we swam and sunbathed for the rest of the afternoon. With evening coming on we retired to the cabin. Knowing how fast night fell, I lit the lantern first thing. Then I suggested Denise scrounge through the food stock to see if she could get a meal together. Apart from a minor crack about doing women's work, she hopped to and made a respectable meal. After dinner we tidied up and I saw Denise cast a couple of nervous glances at the bunks. Eventually she bit the bullet. "I'm sleeping in the bottom bunk," she stated, with a 'so there' tone to her voice. "That's fine," I said. "I thought that would be best for us, as well." There was dead silence for a second. "Um, I'm not sleeping with you," she told me, trying to sound firm. "I'm afraid you'll have to," I said. "We haven't got sleeping bags and they're no blankets. We'll need to sleep in the same bunk to conserve body heat." "You're kidding," she said. "We're in the tropics. It's hot." "Afraid not," I said cheerfully. "It can get cold real fast at night, especially with that breeze off the water. Don't worry. We're both adults. We know how to control ourselves." It was still quite hot and we were still in out bathing suits, not having bothered to dress again after swimming. I suspected that Denise was now regretting that fact but didn't want to suggest it in case it made her sound childish and scared. Pride makes fools of us all. "Come on," I said, blowing out the lantern. "We might as well go to bed now. A good night's sleep and you'll feel lots better and ready for the boat home." We climbed into the bunk and I could feel Denise rigid as a board, waiting to see what I was going to do. "You're as tense a cat at a dog convention. Are you waiting for me to make a pass or something?" "Of course not," Denise protested. "Why you don't even particularly like me." "The trouble with that," I said softly, "is that a man doesn't have to like a woman to want her. And if I didn't like you, I'd just let you sink when you get yourself into trouble instead of helping you out." I let that sink in a bit. She relaxed a trifle, but only a trifle. "The main problem you have right now is the fact that I'm remembering you bent over my knee. Naked. I can see your breasts now, pointing to the ground while your bottom was underneath my hand. Did you know you parted your legs and showed me everything you had?" "I did no such thing," came the furious denial. "Mmm. You did. That's why I know you've shaved here." My hand slipped down to show the spot. "Take your hand out of there!" She sounded a little annoyed, so I moved my hand. "I didn't mean to move it there," Denise protested, trying to move her breast from under my hand. My hand finally settled on her tummy. At least she was no longer holding herself stiff. She was warm and cuddly in my arms. And angry, but that was minor. She's often angry with me. "You said we were both adults and knew how to control ourselves," Denise said, a trifle bitterly I thought. "Well we are and we do." "Then why aren't you controlling where you put your damn hands?" "I am," I told her. "Indeed, I am." She was silent for a moment, wondering just what I meant. Her thinking process probably wasn't helped by the fact that my hand was making lazy circles on her tummy, passing awfully close to a couple of places she'd already told me not to touch. "Are you thinking of trying to seduce me?" she finally asked. "No." It was a flat statement. "Oh." I wasn't sure if that was a statement of relief or disappointment. It didn't matter as I went on to clarify the situation. "In case you hadn't noticed, I've gone past the thinking stage and am now doing." At this point my hand slid under her bikini and across her mons again, gently squeezing. "And I'm not going to try," I added. "I'm going to do." My hand reached further down and I was cupping her vulva, gently massaging it. A deft movement of my other hand and her top was unfastened at the neck. I brushed it aside as my hand settled on her breast. With twin assaults on her person Denise groaned and turned onto her back. "Bastard," she called me. "You've been planning this all along, haven't you?" "Not guilty," I protested. "Acquit me. The idea didn't cross my mind until you deliberately stranded us here." While Denise was digesting that I started her pants sliding down out of the road. I dropped mine while I was at it. "What do you mean, deliberately?" muttered Denise. "Are you seriously trying to tell me you could spend two days here and not notice that your time was an hour off? And still make all your appointments on time?" Denise was silent for a moment and then gave me her honest opinion. "You really are a rotten bastard, aren't you?" "Matter of opinion, but you need to learn to be a little more polite. If it wasn't considered gauche to interrupt a seduction to spank the young lady, you would find yourself in trouble. Just remember I can always postpone a nice spanking if you really push it." Denise was squirming nicely under my touch, pressing her mound harder against my teasing fingers. "And what are you going to do when I say I'm not going to have sex with you?" she challenged me. For an answer I took her hand and directed it towards my erection. I heard her mutter another rude word under her breath, but I ignored that, as her hand closed tentatively over me, and then more firmly, feeling my erection and familiarising herself with it. She didn't actually say anything more about not having sex. I soothed and touched and massaged. My fingers danced over her body, and I could hear her breathing getting harsher as her arousal grew. A toe pressed between her ankles and her legs parted eagerly, ready for my dominance. I was a little amused at the way Denise kept hold of my cock until she was sure I was ready to take her, and then seemed to let go reluctantly. I lined up and slid smoothly into place. Perhaps I should say crept smoothly into place. Denise was wet and willing and if she'd had her way I would have been joined to her in a flash. She plainly expected me to thrust home energetically. That's probably why I just eased in slowly, building up her frustration and arousal. By the time I had Denise fully impaled she was practically keening in her desperation. Her relief when I was finally home was immense. Unfortunately, her torment had just begun. I was in no hurry and I enjoyed the feel of her surrounding my erection. I saw no reason not to make it last. I started moving, slow but steady. My slow love making lasted about five seconds before Denise started. "What are you doing?" "Making love to you. What did you think?" Silence for a moment. "Um, could you move a little faster?" (This was accompanied by heavy breathing.) "I could, but then it would all finish too soon. Moving like this I can probably go on for hours." Again some silence. Then a rather nervous and frustrated sounding, "You're kidding. Please tell me you're joking." I laughed and drove in hard and fast, the sudden assault being met with a gasp of relief. I continued, with Denise reacting eagerly to the faster pace. She pushed up against me, forcing me deep within her with every stroke, wanting all I could give her and bouncing back for more. Even at the faster pace I found ways to prolong the event, building both myself and Denise up to the brink of a climax and then struggling to hold us there while out pleasure slowly mounted, becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. Denise was giving out little pleas for me to finish it, wanting, needing, to be pushed over that final edge. It was my pleasure to finally oblige her, hitting hard and relaxing my own control. I pleasured her, venting my seed within her, hearing her scream and feeling her own climax ripping through her. I pumped her until I was spent, then just collapsed on top of her. Denise didn't complain. She was far too spent herself to worry about a little thing like me lying on her. Eventually I rolled off her and lay there, holding her. She seemed to finally collect her wits. I could tell by a slight tightening of her posture. Then she relaxed against me, sighed and went to sleep. I was left holding her, awake and slightly bemused. Going to sleep on me I had not expected. I settled down to sleep myself. When dawn arrived I suspected that I'd be expected to perform again, and I was determined that the dawn service would be a memorable one. Island Paradise "My God! I never imagined sex with a man could be so good. Oh, Cat, I've got to have more of this thing called sex. I love it. I love the way my cunny feels so full when his cock is in me." "Well, Karen, I'd say that it was up to Tom how much you get of his fucking, but do you think I could have some too?" "Of course, what are sisters for?" I rolled off and lay beside Karen's still heaving body while Cat ducked her head between her sisters legs and started lapping up my cum as it dripped out of Karen's freshly fucked love hole. Her efforts soon had Karen shaking with another orgasm and I tried to add to it by sucking on her magnificently erect nipples. Cat moved up and kissed her sister letting the remnants of my cum transfer to Karen's eager mouth. The she looked at me and asked "Any of that left for me?" "Maybe in a little while. Let me catch my breath." My eyes drank in their luscious nude bodies and I got up, lowered my self from the deck to the sand and then ran into a long dive into the clear water. The two of them followed me into the water and we splashed about for a while. Suddenly getting the radio to work seemed to take a back seat to our enjoyment of each other's bodies. Cat looked at me as we stood in chest deep water, her breasts barely floating on the surface. "So when are you going to move in?" "Yeah, Tom, when are you going to move in?" "I take it I'm invited to share your beds?" "Our bed. There's only one of them left." "Big enough for the three of us?" "Yes!" enthusiastically came from them simultaneously. "Well, there are still a few things that I need to salvage from my boat, but I can haul them up there just as easily as any place else." "The 'Gypsy Rover'. Why'd you call your boat that?" "Well, Karen, I'm a bit of a rover and sometimes I feel like a happy-go-lucky gypsy." "Like now?" "Like now." "Cat, can we keep him?" "The question, Karen, is does he want to keep us?" They both looked at me and each reached a hand out to grasp my cock which was floating free in front of my body. "Now we don't want to persuade you with the idea of free sex, but we are a bit starved for hard cock, or at least I am!" "I am too, Cat! I just found out about how much fun boys can be and I want to play some more." "OK, girls. I'll move in and you can use my body for as long as it will hold out, but if I can't get it hard, it isn't that I don't think you are not both the hottest looking pussies I have ever seen, it's just that I am a bit older and it takes me more time between rounds than it used to take." They both melted into my arms, one on either side and we walked out of the water and up onto the sand. I took out a chisel and a hammer and soon had the last screw off the clamps to the antenna. I disconnected everything and we took two trips with the radio and the antenna before deciding to leave the fuel tank for the next day or so. Their palm frond home was built on bamboo stilts and had a bamboo floor covered with hand woven mats. The bed in the corner was really not much more than two mattresses of the type found in small boats laid side by side on the floor. The cook fire was beneath an extension of the house where it would be out of the weather, if it should rain while they were trying to cook. I didn't really have much to bring up to the house except for the food supplies and the weapons, both rifle and pistol which I added to their collection in one corner of the hut. There were walls that came to about waist high on three corners of the hut while the back wall went to the roof. I learned from Cat that that side was the side of the prevailing wind and used to drive rain in on top of them when they first arrived on the island. I had brought the clamps to mount the antenna and within a few moments had found a suitable place in one of the palms between the hut and the ocean. I climbed the palm as if I had been doing it all my life and secured the antenna first with a rope binding and then screwed the clamps in place. I then ran the wire back to the hut and attached it to the radio. "Let's cross our fingers that this works." Both girls looked at me expectantly as I keyed the mike and sent my call signs out over the air--or at least I thought I had sent them out. I soon discovered that the transmitter module to the radio had taken some severe damage in the storm and was beyond the possibility of repair. It seemed that we could receive but not transmit as we suddenly heard sounds from the radio. We all were crestfallen and the necessity of moving the generator and the fuel tank to the hut diminished in importance. None of us were really hungry for supper and sat moping as the sun went down behind us. Soon it was time for us to go to bed. Cat was gentle with me that night and truth be told, she was as tight as a virgin after her long winter of sexless nights. Her pussy wrapped itself around my cock as a warm velvet glove that was as alive as she could make it. My eight inches of cock meat reached her cervix and we humped our way to a very gentle and satisfying mutual orgasm with Karen right beside us making love to the parts of our bodies she could reach. After that first day and night of sex, we settled into a routine. It was agreed that any of us could initiate sex with either one of the others whenever we felt the urge to copulate come on us, which was often and always very satisfying. Threesomes were common and I filled both of their cunts with my hot cum on a regular basis. The lucky part for me was that they did not have their periods at the same time, so I always had a pussy to fuck. It was two months later that a problem arose. Karen had missed her period and in all the time I had been on the island, she had been as regular as the moon in the sky. We waited to see if it was just late for some reason. After another fifteen days or so, she started being sick in the morning and both Cat and I knew she was pregnant. We were all scared since none of us had ever delivered a baby--we'd all fucked enough, but never had had to reckon with the results of all that sperm that I had been placing into two very receptive and fertile wombs. Fifteen days later Cat missed her period. Now we panicked for real. Over the next couple of months we all fucked like rabbits and I left a lot of hot creamy cum inside both of their bodies. We reasoned I couldn't make either one of them any more pregnant and that we may as well enjoy the situation for as long as we could. By our count, Karen delivered a baby girl about three weeks early, but it was hard to keep track of the time. Cat and I played midwife and both the baby and the mother were doing fine. Of course, Karen breast fed her little girl which she decided to name Emmaline Catherine in honor of the two most important women in her life. A short time later Cat went into labor and Karen and I did the honors of delivering the baby boy that sprang from her loins. She decided to name him Donald Franklin for her husband and her father. While we waited for them to recover from the deliveries, I was treated to a series of hand and blow jobs by either one or both of them. They were insatiable for my sperm. I only hoped I could hold out. At the rate they were draining me, I didn't know how much time I had left to my love life. In about my fifth year on the island with my family, a passing boat happened to spot us and pulled in close to the shore. It was decided that Cat and I would leave to take care of my affairs and to bring another boat back with us. Karen and the four children would remain on the island. I went back to the mainland, took care of buying a new boat, loading it with every bit of supplies it could carry, and then set sail back to my island. As soon as I passed out of sight of San Clemente and San Nicholas, Cat and I removed our clothing. We were going home. No longer would we be totally cut off from the rest of the world. I had bought a powerful transceiver and arranged to have fuel dropped off at the island once every six months--cash on delivery. I had also done a title search of my island paradise and found that it was an uncharted, unowned island. I immediately put my claim in on it and claimed it as my own property. The moon made circuit after circuit in the sky. Both Karen and Cat each got pregnant two more times in the next thirteen years and we soon had a family of, amazingly enough, four boys and four girls, the oldest ones pushing eight years of age by our calculations. We all ran around without clothing and without shame. The children saw us fucking each other and soon realized that it was a natural part of life, a part of life that they would one day grow into. Emma and Donald finally decided that they wanted to try sex too. By this time they were both over eighteen and had seen us all fuck on a regular basis so they knew the mechanics of cock going into cunt. By this time Donald had started to sport a good sized cock between his legs. He would often wake up with a nice solid erection but still didn't quit dare to do anything with it though I am sure Karen and Cat would have been more than happy to help. Anyway Emma and Donald snuck off into the brush one afternoon and about five minutes later we heard Emma screaming and crying. I ran, along with Karen to find out what had happened and found Donald with his cock fully enscounced in his sister's pussy. Karen and I looked at each other before we moved. Neither one of us yelled at either of them as we separated the two of them. "Donald, did you ask your sister if you could fuck her?" "Yes, sir. She said she wanted me to stick my cock into her cunt." "Did you do anything at all to get her ready for your cock?" "No, I thought you just had to put it in the girl." Karen looked at me. "No wonder she screamed. Donald you hurt your sister very badly. She wasn't ready for you to put your cock in her. You've got to get her slippery between her legs before you can do that. Tom, do you want to help Emma? I'll take care of Donald." "Right here good enough?" "Good by me." She reached down and pulled Donald to her by his cock which was still standing straight out. She took his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she took his hand and placed it between her legs. "Aunt Karen, you're all wet down there." "Yes, Donald, I am. And that's how Emma should have been before your stuck your cock in her little pussy. The first time always hurts a girl, but it doesn't have to hurt as bad as you hurt Emma. Lay down." Donald obediently laid down on the sand and Karen settled her pussy around his amazingly hard young cock. She moaned as his up-until-today virgin cock slid deep into her clutching snatch. Pretty soon they were both moaning and thrashing about on the ground. Donald sprayed his sperm deep inside Karen's pussy as she spasmed and drenched him with her fluids. She always was a wet cummer. In the meantime, I had started licking my daughter's lovely slit and getting it coated with my saliva. I could taste blood from where her hymen had been broken by her brother's rush to copulate, but it just caused me to lick a little bit harder and get her a little bit wetter. I stuck a finger into her hot body and when she finally was good and wet, both from my saliva and from her own pussy fluids, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her treasure trove. I slowly entered Emma's body and as I did I heard Karen say "See, Donald, that is the way to put your cock into a girl. Nice and easy. She has to feel good too. You are not the only one that needs to feel something from fucking. The girls needs to feel wanted and loved, not used as you would abuse yourself with your hand." By this time I was pumping madly into my daughter and she was humping herself back at my assault. Her body was producing a lot of slippery fluid that coated my balls as they slipped against the lips of her hot young cunt. Suddenly she moaned and went into spasms. I was almost there myself and two or three more hard thrusts put me over the edge. I sprayed my daughter's fertile womb with my lifegiving seed as she screamed once again, this time in the joy of orgasm. Just as I stiffened with my delivery, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked up to see Cat smiling at me. "Do a good job and make her pregnant, Tom." "Yes, daddy, make me pregnant. I want to be your wife." "My wife, huh? You're my daughter." I looked at Emma in amazement. I had given no thought about the long term consequences of my act of lust. She wanted to be my wife. I already had Cat and Karen and we three considered ourselves married to each other. "Well I want to be both your daughter and your wife." "Sounds like she has it all planned out, Tom." Karen was grinning from ear to ear as she positioned herself between her daughter's legs to lick my livegiving sperm from her little cunt. "And Donald is ready to take some of the load of having sex off your dick." "Did I say I wanted to have some help? I like fucking you two and I don't know if I want to share you with anybody. Come to think of it, I like fucking Emma, too." "No, you didn't say you needed or wanted any help, but he's ready and quite able to help you. Well, Tom, I think the three of us might be a bit much for you at your old age, so you better think about letting Donald help you keep up with the homework. Cat, the boy is a good fuck for his first time." Cat leaned over and took her son's cock into her mouth. Her lips were like a vacuum and she soon drew Donald's sperm from his balls through is dick. She swallowed every drop and licked her son clean when she was done. Only then did his cock soften to half-staff. Cat laid down and rolled him on top of her, guiding his cock into the channel he had come out of just over eighteen years earlier. They fucked for a half hour before he gave his mother what she wanted, a pussy full of hot creamy cum. Emma had curled up on one side of me and her mother had grabbed my dick from the other side. I again had two pairs of tits poking into me with their hard nipples. I had truly found an island paradise, one I knew I would never leave except for short periods of time. We'd have to build Emma and Donald a hut of their own since ours was getting so full of children already. I'd think more about that in the morning. Right now I cuddled with two out of three of my favorite lovers. I smiled to myself. My island paradise had a growing population, no unemployment, no illness, no crime, no military, no police, no immigration allowed, a bustling school full of home-schooled children, and no drunken brawls on Friday night. With all the pussy I had at hand and more getting ready in the near future, what more could a man want?