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The Island 01

By: stix24711



Chapter 1 

Lincoln

Thwump, Thwump, Thwump.

Lincoln Wallace awoke with a start for the fifth time in his seemingly unending trip to an unknown location. He was still unsure as to why he stepped onto the helicopter in the first place, and now the sound of the rotors chopping through the air was reminding him again that he was not dreaming. He looked out of the window and noticed the water still a deep blue. That fact alone, he had learned, told him he was still somewhere over the ocean. Which ocean, he had no idea. 

He settled back into his chair and closed his eyes, taken back to the last time he heard the sound of helicopter rotors and it was doing the opposite of calming him into a restful sleep. He stood instead, and went to the back, pouring himself three fingers of scotch and downing it quickly. How in the Hell had he come to this?

The sound of delicate knuckles brought him out of his deep slumber and when he looked at his alarm clock it read 3:45, fifteen minutes before his normal wake up time. It was completely illogical, but for some reason, that fifteen minutes felt more valuable then the entire seven hours he had gotten prior to it. He slid his right hand under his pillow and felt for the butt of his Glock .21, "old habits," he thought to himself. He had never had a reason to sleep with a gun in the six years since leaving the service, but then again, who knocks on a door before four in the morning? Especially in this neighborhood? 

He stepped out of bed, not bothering to put pants on. He figured that anyone knocking on a door at this hour expects the person answering not to be dressed, or in his case, completely naked. If they didn't expect it, they damn well deserved it. He moved to the front of the door, silently gliding across the floor, and peeled the electrical tape off of the peep hole. An old trick he learned during special operations, the tape kept from casting a shadow across the door when he moved up to it, giving his position away to the caller. 

Peering through, he was even more perplexed. Putting the gun on the table, he opened the door and stood in the frame, in all his naked glory. He watched as she stared at him, starting at his shoulders, which were broad and sculpted, over his tight pectorals, carved abs, and pausing at his penis, hanging between his legs. 

"What do you want," he asked snapping her out of it.

"I didn't finish," she answered, barely peeling her eyes away and meeting his. 

"I told you I wasn't interested."

"And I told you that you were."

"You never said you were psychic," he said as he moved from the door. 

She walked in and looked at the drab apartment. The furniture was sparse, a small chair and table. There was no comfort, no television. Everything he owned looked to be second hand. She couldn't help but let her discontent show on her face. 

"Charming," she commented. 

"Hey," he said, still standing in the middle of the floor without any clothing. "You visited me."

"Would you put some pants on please," she asked, trying and failing to look away. 

"Why," he responded.

"So we can speak about this."

Lincoln sat on the table and made a motion with his hand, asking her to sit. 

"I was in bed, you woke me up, and if I make you comfortable you will stay longer. Say what you need to say and get out." 

"Fine," she relented and sat in the chair, disturbingly close to the naked man. She hated herself for finding him attractive, then again who the Hell wouldn't she thought. He was in great shape, and he wasn't suffering downstairs either. His hair was cut short with a perfect shape to his head, the kind that meant he probably wouldn't look right with hair, and his face was covered in stubble, the attractive kind. She noticed that her leg was a mere inch from the head of his lengthy member. 

"You can begin," he prompted and she realized she was staring again. 

"You have the experience and the skills that we need for the position of head of our security. We want you to train our people."

"I don't know what you have been told . . ." he paused waiting for her name. 

"Karla."

"Karla, but I work construction. You know those assholes you speed past and scream at because they hold up traffic on the way to work? That is me."

"For the past six years, yes. But before that you held a "special" position inside the special forces, correct?"

"No," he lied. "I was a part of the support division out of Fort Drum." He hadn't had to recite his cover story in so long that he had thought it would be more difficult. 

"Mr. Wallace, we know all about it, and we want it in our organization."

"I am happy here," Lincoln responded unconvincingly. "I don't need a job."

"Look," Karla said with a little force. "I am a lawyer, I have done it for long enough that I know when people are lying, even to themselves. You used to do the kind of work that changed lives, that had the possibility to effect millions. Now you jack hammer the streets amidst car horns and expletives."

"That work you speak of," he said standing, and in the meantime bringing his penis to within inches of her face. "It isn't as grand as you think. It takes a little piece of your soul every time. I had to leave while I had a little left."

"OK," she said. "How about this," she stood up with him, not because she was ready to leave, but because his penis being that close to her face was embarrassingly making her mouth water. "Just come and visit the compound, train the second in command to take over. We will pay you thirty thousand dollars for three weeks work."

He thought about it for three solid minutes, the entire time she switched from staring at his body, to staring pointedly at the wall. Finally, he made a decision. He turned and walked into the bedroom and shut the door. She thought for a second that that was her cue to leave, until he reappeared in a t-shirt and jeans. 

"You have three weeks."

He heard the door to the lavatory open in the back and Karla appeared refreshed. She was wearing a grey pencil skirt cut just below the knee and a white blouse tucked into it. It was cut low at the top, revealing a generous bust. She was sliding into a matching grey business jacket as she sat down in the seat next to him. 

"Wake up, she said. "We are almost there."

"Just a shade under a week too," he responded. He had gone from a Town Car at the curb outside his apartment, to a private jet, to another Town Car, to a boat, to a helicopter, all of which took close to thirty-six hours. "Are we on the other side of the world yet," he asked sarcastically.

"Yes," she responded pointedly without a hint of humor. 

He looked out the window and noticed the water turning a lighter blue, signifying the coming land. He stood from the seat and stretched, walked back to the lavatory and relieved himself. When he returned, she beckoned him to the chair and instructed him to put on his seat belt. When he looked out the window, he saw their destination, a lonely island in the middle of the ocean. From his seat, he could see the perimeter covered in white beaches and palm trees, and the middle of it was occupied by a huge mansion and numerous outbuildings. 

It looked like paradise, but he couldn't shake the feeling he was having. What does paradise need with his kind of expertise?

Kennedy

"Dammit," she cursed as she picked herself off of the dirt and wiped herself off. She was sick of this. It had been three years and she had been working with the filly for the brunt of it. She had her ready to break and given her temperament, thought she was ready for her to break to ride. But after the fifteenth time landing on her ass, she was pretty sure she was wrong. 

"You alright ma'am," Pedro said as he came up to her. Her stable hand was smarter than most, knowing to leave her to her work and not admonish her for it. That was more than she could say for the rest of the people around her. 

"That is it for the day," Colin Pernell, her trainer said forcefully. He walked up to the side of the arena and met her as she stepped out. 

"I'll get her soon," she said. 

"Or she will kill you."

"We aren't having this conversation again."

"We never finished it the first time," Colin said as she began to walk away. He hurried to keep up with her, she walked so fast when she wanted to, her long legs were advantageous that way. "You are going to hurt yourself."

"I have been doing this a long time Colin, I will be fine."

"That is a stubborn way to look at it." He could feel it going down the same path as last time. She was a legend in the sport, having won two gold medals in the last Olympics and putting the United States third in gold medals with fourteen, behind Germany with twenty-three and Sweden with seventeen. What made her a legend was it put them up to fifty-one total medals, putting them most over all. She had more endorsement deals than any other Olympian in history and since her, people actually cared about the sport. "Will you at least consider letting Pedro break her to ride?"

"No," she spun on her heels and met him face to face. She was tired of the people around her treating her like she would break. "This is my horse, I ride her, I show her. When we are in that arena, it isn't you, or Pedro on her, it is me. It is just the two of us and there is a trust, a bond that needs to happen before we can work together as one. Pedro cannot help with that, and even if he could, I wouldn't let him."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving all of the men in the yard watching as she disappeared into the house. They all watched the balcony window with anticipation. This was her favorite part of the day, an opportunity to exhibit herself to the world. She had been this way her entire life, some unquenchable desire to show off her exquisite body to anyone that would watch. 

She stepped in front of the window looking over the balcony, and in full view of everyone in the arena, began her show. She started with her hair, pulling her ponytail out and letting it fall over her shoulders. Her long brown hair draped to her mid-back and she threw it to the side, exposing her long neck. 

She moved to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it over her head and dropping it to the floor. Her stomach was flat and firm, her supple breasts were still hidden by a sports bra. She let her fingers play over the skin below her neck, over her bra, and down her stomach to the button of her breeches. The buttons released themselves and she slid them over her hips, past her tight butt, and down her long and slender legs. 

Standing in the window, in nothing but her bra and underwear, all of the men, and some of the women in the arena stared hard at her. She could almost sense the bulges in their pants, the desire to take her spilling over and almost compelling them to break down her door and force themselves on her. The thought of it made her begin to react physically, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. 

She decided to free them of their constraints, slipping the straps of her bra over her shoulders and dropping the bra down her chest, leaving it wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her breasts stood perfectly, perked with nipples hard enough to cut glass, being gazed at by God knew how many people. She felt herself burning between her legs. The thought of them all staring at her perfect tits and committing the sight to memory so they could masturbate later drove her to the brink. 

It was time, she couldn't wait any longer. Her panties were soaked and she needed the release. She hooked her thumbs into the band of her underwear and pulled them hard to the floor. She kicked her foot and sent them flying across the floor to the wall. Her body was aching to be touched, and since she was alone in the room, she was the only one that could do it. 

The people down in the arena were about to get one Hell of a show. 

Her hand clenched, the nails digging into the paint and scratching it, leaving marks. She stood leaning against it, supported only by her left hand. Her perfect and tight ass was pointed out the window, her legs spread open and up on her tip toes. The view the others in the arena had was more than they had ever had before. 

She usually teased them with only a show of getting undressed and walking naked to the shower. Today, there was no stopping her, her hands found her round breasts, gently pinching and tugging on her erect nipples. Then, she had slowly traced a line down her firm stomach, over her belly button, until she found her dripping pussy. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so wet, so wanting. She needed the eyes of everyone down in the arena to be on her, to need her. She turned, placed her hand on the wall, and pushed her ass outward. Everyone could see her cheeks spread, her anus and pussy giving them a choice to stare at. Her right finger found her clit, and she had begun to play. 

Three minutes later, she felt the nails digging into the paint from her left hand, and the fingers of her right hand digging deep into her pussy. She felt it welling up inside of her as she desperately pushed deeper, then pulled her fingers out, dragging them across her G-spot. She flicked her thumb across her clit at the same time and it was too much for her. She almost broke her fingers clinching her muscles so tightly, she felt her juices flow forth as she came hard, soaking her fingers and hearing herself soak the living room floor. She let out a scream as she crumpled to the floor, her eyes closing and her mind drifting off into pure ecstasy. 

Ten minutes passed and she heard a knock on the door. She was just stepping out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. When she answered, there was a tall, brunette woman, resembling her in a lot of ways, her height, thin but muscular frame, and long brown hair being the most obvious, stood staring. She was dressed in a black business suit, her legs showing from the knee down, and her blouse open only one button. She was very modest, Kennedy thought, more modest than she in any case. 

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, Kennedy," she responded. "I hope so, my name is Karla, can we speak for a moment?" Kennedy answered with a nod and moved to the side, motioning for her to enter. As she did, Karla noticed the towel begin to slip ever so slightly around her chest. Kennedy did nothing to tighten it, allowing for only the edge of her aureola to become visible. Karla would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't staring again. "Would you like to get dressed so we can have a conversation?"

She nodded again and gestured with her hand, motioning for Karla to follow her. She made her way through the small apartment and into a back room. Karla followed and found herself standing in a bedroom. Kennedy moved about the room without hesitation. She moved to a clothes hamper in the corner and Karla almost fell over when the towel fell from her, exposing her back and one of the most perfect asses she had ever laid eyes upon.

Her mind drifted back to ten minutes prior when she listened to the cries of ecstasy drift through the door and find her standing on the other side. The sound caught her off guard, with a profound effect she didn't see coming. She looked left, at the empty entryway to the apartment, then looked right at the empty drive, the walls closing her off from the eyes of everyone in the arena. She moved closer to the door and listened as she heard Kennedy finger herself to an explosive orgasm. 

Without realizing, her hand had drifted to the hem of her skirt and slid up her leg, She could feel the heat of her pussy, radiating the desire she was feeling. She couldn't remember how long it had been, but she hadn't been touched in too long. She slipped her fingertips under the edge of her panties, which was soaking wet, and found her clit, hard and throbbing. She listened to the girl behind the door cum hard, and her mind drifted to Lincoln Wallace, and his gorgeous cock. She imagined the length of it sliding across her tongue and and the thick head tickling the back of her throat. Before she knew it, she was holding onto the doorknob with her left hand while her right finger vibrated over her clit. She bit her lip to keep from calling out as she came in the hallway. 

Now, she stood in the bedroom of the same woman and watched as she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail while the light from the window behind her silhouetted her perfect body. She turned to face Karla and her breasted pointed straight at her. Karla tried and failed to peel her eyes away from the perfect nipples, the size of Tic-Tacs, pointing directly at her, as if choosing her to suck on them. Her mouth began to salivate and she swallowed nervously as Kennedy finally spoke for the first time. 

"So . . .?"

"I'm sorry," Karla asked, "What was that?"

"I don't know," Kennedy responded. "You came to me, remember?" Karla realized that both of her recruiting targets had made it a point that it was her that initiated visits in their homes. She tried to gather herself but Kennedy spoke again to quickly. "Am I making you uncomfortable? I can get dressed if it bothers you."

"No," Karla said, trying and failing to not sound like she desperately wanted to continue staring at her amazing body, especially now that she was getting a view of her perfectly manicured mound. Her mouth began to water again. "I can handle it." She reached her right hand out. "My name is Karla."

"Kennedy," she responded. She wondered what this Karla woman would think of the fact that the fingers wrapped around her hand were only moments ago buried deep into her pussy and were covered in her cum. She was also unaware that Karla was thinking the same thing.

"I work for a company that wants to hire you for your training services," Karla said, regaining her composure and focusing. 

"I am not really hire-able as a trainer anymore. I am training my own horse and I have to focus on the Olympics again."

"I noticed that you were training your own horse, your trainer isn't exactly excited about that."

"He is worried that, if I get hurt, I will lose the fifteen million in sponsorship dollars."

"What if I told you I could remedy that problem?" Karla delivered the line as if she was in a boardroom again. Before she had taken this job, she had been the CEO of a reputable Fortune 500 company and closed more deals than she could remember. 

Kennedy saw the change in her demeanor. She could sense her pouring her eyes over every inch of her naked body and it was, of course, turning her on. But, she was in business mode now, so she got up and began to get dressed. 

Karla watched as she stood up and grabbed a pair of boy-short underwear out of the dresser. She bent over, facing away from her, to slide them on. Karla got an unimpeded view of her pussy, the swollen pink lips and soft nub at the peak, she also noticed that they were glistening, Kennedy was wet. What she didn't notice, was the knowing grin on Kennedy's face. 

"What if I said that we would pay you thirty thousand dollars over the next three weeks to train two of our horses? They are both Olympic level horses and just need a little work from someone that knows what they are doing. Plus, you can keep one as part of your fee."

"And if I get hurt?"

"My company would pay for whatever endorsements you might lose as a result."

Karla watched as she slid a basic black bra over her supple breasts, matching her boy-shorts. She watched as Kennedy continued to get dressed and think about her offer. She resisted two urges, on the business side, she resisted pushing too hard, knowing that she was a very determined and headstrong person. And on the personal side, she deflated a little with each piece of clothing she covered her body with. 

For Kennedy, the money didn't matter. All she had wanted was the freedom she had when she started with horses when she was ten years old. The offer that this woman, this very attractive woman, was going to giver her that, and without any risk whatsoever. She would be a fool to turn in down. On the plus side, she will get three weeks to let this woman, and most likely many more watch her fuck herself. She turned to face Karla after she was completely dressed and looked her in the eyes. 


The Island 01



"I am in."



The Island



Hi people, I found this story and thought you may like it. Be aware...it was for a magazine and it is very short with no hope of being continued.

I hope you like it.

L.A.Wicker



The island was so beautiful and lavish, it was unreal, but Dan was fed up. He and his sister, Becky had been marooned for the past two months, with no sign of being rescued, anytime soon. 

They hadn't seen any search planes or ships the entire time and figured that they would never be found, so they started making the best of it. Dan was a master builder, so he quickly built a nice tree house with running water and it had three rooms. Dan had his room, Becky had hers and they had a small sitting area. 

Dan was twenty-two and Becky just turned twenty-four a week before their boat was washed away in the hurricane. He was very sexually active, but that all came to an abrupt end, when the boat sank. Dan wasn't sure what Becky did with her spare time, but he sure missed jumping hot coeds and his dick needed something more than a hand-job. 

His thoughts were quickly turning towards Becky, but she was his big sister and it was weird. She was a hot as hell, standing five-foot seven, long brown hair and big, sexy doe eyes that drove men crazy, even Dan.

Becky also had a body that was out of this world. She had big, sexy boobs, a nice waist, with a tiny bit of extra meat. Becky's hips and ass were the same, but she wasn't fat. Becky just had some extra play meat here and there. 

Her nipples were big and so dark, Dan could see them through any shirt or blouse that she ever wore and it was taking its toll on him. He guessed them to be somewhere around a C cup and they were some perky things too. They always got so hard when he anywhere around her and as of late, Becky didn't even try to hide them from Dan. 

She also wore the smallest, low-cut jeans that Dan had ever set eyes on and her meaty, thirty-six-inch ass drove him crazy. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but it seemed as if Becky was bending over in front of him all of the time and she would just turn and smile at him. 

Most times all they did was fight and argue about anything at all, but the last two months, were bringing them closer to each other. Dan loved her, but she was always the big shit in school and thought of him as nothing but a pest. 

He sat on the beach, watching Becky building their evening fire, with her sexy ass, pointed right to him and Dan looked. Damn, you look so fucking good! He thought as he just sat, admiring her sweet ass, wishing that something would give or maybe, she'd want him as badly as he wanted her. Nobody would ever know, but us. We could have so much fun. He thought again as her cheeks shifted and wiggled under her jeans, wishing that she'd take them off once and awhile and let him see that sweet thing. 

She could see her poor, horny brother looking at her butt and Becky truly felt sorry for him. She knew that he was a horn-dog and being here, had to be killing Dan. She had seen his big cock many times and it was starting to fill her mind. She wasn't a whore, but she did miss a guy's touch, sucking a good, hard cock now and then, but mostly, Becky missed being held at night. 

"What ya thinking about?" she asked with a smile and walked to sit next to him. 

Dan loved when Becky sat with him and lately, she did it a lot. He just laughed and said. "You'd hit me if I told you."

She just smiled again and replied. "Try me and see." 

"If you must know...your great ass and those tight jeans."

"Hum, that's not a big surprise." Becky giggled at Dan and she gave him a little shove. "You're always looking at my butt anyway, so I guess its ok. It's not like you can go girl watching on the beach!" 

He laughed and gently shoved her back. "If you see me looking at you so much, why don't you say something about it?"

"What's to say? You're a guy, I'm a girl, you're bound to be horny as fuck and I figured it was ok if you look at me."

"It's hard not to. You're so pretty."

She turned, looked at him and Becky's heart skipped a beat. "Thank you, baby, that was so sweet!" she said and could not resist hugging her handsome, little brother, wondering if he was getting a hard-on for her now.

"You're very welcome, ma'am." He smiled and slipped his thick, muscular arm around her waist and hugged. 

"It's a shame that our boat sinking had to bring us together. Why couldn't we have gotten along at home? We could have had a blast hanging out and stuff," she said as her sexy lower lip came out and Becky batted her dark eyes at him. 

He saw her and wanted to die. "Oh God, I hate when you do that!" Dan moaned as his cock started growing hard, thinking of Becky under him, while she did that very same thing. 

"Why sweetie?"

"If you must know...it turns me on! My dick gets so hard, it hurts!"

Becky felt so bad and she knew that this had to end. She needed him and he desperately needed her. "Hey, I was thinking about something. Since we're here and there sure ain't anybody around, but us, would it bother you if I left my jeans off for you once and awhile or would that just make things worse?"

"Are you fuckin' with me?" he said and couldn't help but wondering if Becky had read his mind or something.

"No, if that would help when you um...go off by yourself, I'd do it for ya." Becky said with a soft and caring voice as she thought of Dan jerking off, with her on his mind. 

"I'm not sure. It's getting pretty boring doing it by myself."

She caressed his back, thinking of a few of his past girl's and Becky could feel his pain. "Yeah, I bet it is. I mean it about running around in my panties. If it will help...I will, just for you." Becky whispered to him as she felt his hand caressing the small of her back and it felt good.

"I'm not sure, Becky. It might kill me seeing you like that. You're a very pretty girl and I...um...not sure."

She could see him really thinking this over and Becky knew she had to fix this, before Dan had a mental meltdown or something. "Well, what if I just do it at night, when we sit and talk? Would that be better?" she asked slowly turning to look up into his dark and sexy, bedroom eyes. 

Over the last two months, Becky started seeing Dan in a whole new light and she found out why all the girl's on campus flocked to him the way they did. Dan was hung like a freaking horse. His penis was close to nine-inches long and it was always hard and ready for action.

"I guess that'll be ok." Dan said as he caressed a long strand of hair from Becky's face and he gently kissed her on the side of her pouty lips. "You're so pretty," he added and gently hugged her a little tighter.

"You're just horny is all," she giggled, enjoying her brother's big arm around her and Becky felt something odd. She started getting a warm feeling between her legs and it was for Dan, her little brother.

He just smiled and replied. "Stop looking so good and maybe I wouldn't have a boner all of the time." Dan said as he slowly started caressing her butt.

Becky thought of what Dan just said and how his long dick was and that little warm feel between her legs started to grow. "You're saying that little ol' me, is what gets you hard?" she asked and Becky knew that her face was red as a tomato. 

"Duh...you're the only girl around and it isn't just that either, you're a fuckin' babe, girl!"

Becky sat in shock when she heard him. "You're gunna go and get me all flustered, if you don't stop sweet talking me," she giggled and it felt good to hear him telling her how pretty she was.

"Girl, this isn't anything. If you weren't my sister..." Dan stopped and figured this better stop before he tried seducing her.

"What?" she asked and knew poor Dan was getting horny for her.

"I'd curl those little toes of yours in just a few minutes!"

"Oh really now and...how would you do that, dear brother of mine?"

"A nice dinner, maybe some dancing and I'd take you to my place for the real fun." Dan winked and knew that Becky needed some loving too.

"Mmmm, I bet you've curled a lot of toes, haven't you?"

He just laughed and tried to count how many girl's he'd been with since starting college, but couldn't. "Oh yeah, even a few of your friends!" Dan laughed at the look on her face. 

"Who were they?" Becky asked with shock, trying to think of who he had. 

He just smiled and Dan took a chance. He slid his hand just under her jeans, until he felt her soft panties against his fingers. "The first one was, Jenny," he said thinking back to Becky's little friend, Jenny and just how damn cute she was.

"Oh cool! I bet she was so fun!" Becky replied as she thought back to how hot looking Jenny's body was. 

"We almost fucked each other to death! I've never had anyone as good since."

Becky looked up to him and she asked. "Do you think that I'd be as good as she was?"

"As hot as you are...I could cum just lookin' at you!"

"Ha-ha-ha, you are trying to get me all flustered!" she giggled and Becky's pussy started burning. "Thank you for saying that. A girl needs to hear nice things like that. It keeps us happy and if we're happy...we keep our man happy." Becky added and a weird thought filled her mind. She was thinking about letting Dan make it with her. 

"I'll be sure and make a note of that, gorgeous!" he said, stood up and pulled Becky into his arms. "If you weren't my sister...I'd love to be with you and you'd be smiling for a week straight." Dan whispered to her as he gently squeezed and caressed every, single inch of her shapely butt.

She stood helpless and did not have a clue of what to say in return. Becky hadn't really thought of sex, until right now and within a few minutes, Dan had set her entire body, on fire. 

"Mmmm, I bet I would too." Becky said with a low moan and knew that if she told him she was still a virgin, he would be after her in a heart-beat. 

"I don't know what you see in that guy you date. He's nothing but a jerk and you could do so much better than him."

"He just takes me out to dinner and sometimes a movie, that's it."

Dan had to know if she was fucking him or not. "Nothing else at all?"

Becky heard Dan and smiled. "I'm not fucking him, if that's what you wanta know." She laughed and gently pulled from him. "I gotta fix the fire. It's not burning right for some reason." Becky said and turned to go stir the fire. 

"I think that wood I found was still wet." Dan replied as he walked up behind Becky and hugged her to his body. 

His stiff cock pressed right against her meaty ass and she did not move a muscle. Becky stood there, enjoying the feel of her brother's cock, against her ass. 

"You fucker...you're driving me nuts!" she moaned and Becky felt him flexing his shaft.

"I'll stop, if you want."

"It feels good hugging and stuff, but I think that's as far as I'm willing to go." Becky said and she turned around to see him. "If we weren't brother and sister...I'd let you fuck me all you wanted!" she whispered to Dan and loved the shocked look on his handsome face. 

"Oh man, why did you go and say that? Now I'm gunna really hurt, just thinking about that and how cool it would be."

"Sorry!" Becky giggled and walked a few feet away and tossed more wood on the dying fire. "Just keep things light and easy and...we can have us a little fun together, ok," she smiled. "I'm going to the waterfall. Do ya wanta come with me? We can keep our undies on and have a little swim before bed," she said with a grin, hoping he would. Becky wanted to feel his big cock on her more.

Dan thought for a second, but he wasn't sure. "If I do, you gotta understand that I'm in a bad way and don't get mad at me. My poor dick is hard as a rock and he won't go down."

"I don't care, baby. I just wish I could help you with it."

"Yeah, me too!" he laughed, giving her meaty butt a little, playful slap. "I'd wear this sweet thing out!" Dan added with a laugh and they started towards the waterfall.

Becky heard the tone in Dan's voice and knew that he was going insane with need. "Whoa big boy, try and remember that I'm your sister," she said and his words echoed through her mind, thinking of letting her handsome, young brother, be her first man and just how special it would be. 

"I know, silly girl. How in the hell could I ever forget that?"

"As horny as you are...I just wanta make sure!" 

"Don't worry hot stuff, you're safe." Dan replied as he draped his arm over her shoulders. "But, if you weren't...you'd be in for it, babe!" he laughed more and had to give her butt another playful slap.

"Ouch, you fuck head! You gotta thing for my butt or what?" Becky teased rubbing her stinging butt-cheek.

He smiled and had to help Becky rub her ass. "Yeah, I love nice, full asses like yours and the way your jeans look, is why I've been so hard."

She loved the feel of Dan's big hand on her butt and when his words filled her ears, she felt so bad. "Why haven't you said anything? I could have found something else to wear."

"Nah, I love seeing your ass and if it means a constant hard-on, I do not care!"

"God, you're a freakin' retard!"

"Why, because I love looking at your ass?"

"No, for being in so much damn pain and not saying something about it, Dan!"

"Like I said before, you're worth it." Dan said and he couldn't help but hug Becky a little tighter, wishing that there was a way they could enjoy each other. 

*.

Dan started to pull off his jeans and he turned to Becky and said. "Remember, I can't help that I'm this hard, so get mad at me," he smiled, pulled down his jeans and hoped that his hard-on would stay in his boxers. 

Oh my fucking God! It's so gorgeous! Becky screamed to herself when Dan turned and she saw his swollen cock. How do you ever get that thing inside a girl! She thought, trying to imagine it slipping up her virgin pussy and if it would hurt.

"Jesus Dan, you need a fucking leash for that thing!" Becky laughed as she fought to keep her eyes on his and not the big cock pointing right at her. She could see that his shorts were making it bend and Becky said. "If those shorts are hurting you...pull them off, but you best behave and I mean it!"

He just laughed with her and replied. "I told you that he's hard twenty-four, seven! Yes, my shorts are killing me." Dan said and quickly jerked off the tight shorts. 

Becky watched and she could not believe how nice he looked. His cock was close to nine-inches and it had a nice, upward curve that would satisfy any girl and her needs. "Wow, no wonder why you have so many girls after you all of the time!" Becky said as she looked at Dan's face, but she could still see his massive cock.

"What can I say? They love me and my big, ol' cock." Dan smiled as he stood tall and proud, even for his pretty, big sister and he stepped into the water.

Becky could feel her pussy tingling and she did her best not to think about it. Dan was her little brother and he could not make love to her, but it did sound like a wonderful idea. Becky heard of a girl in school that made it with her big brother, but he was on his deathbed and the girl fulfilled his dying wish.

"I bet they do!" she giggled and watched him swimming around the pool, wondering if Dan was thinking about doing it with her. "Do you remember that real, pretty girl in school that did it with her brother?" she asked and felt like a damn fool. Now Dan would think she wanted to do him. 

"Yeah, her name was, Holly. She was my friend and she did it because he had cancer and he didn't want to die a virgin."

"Oh really, that was so sweet and the poor girl got so much shit about it!" Becky said as she remembered how badly Holly got treated around school. 

"I know, but she told one of her 'so called' friends and the little bitch blabbed it all over school."

Becky remembered it all to well. "That was so sweet of her to do that for him."

Dan had a cool idea and he hoped Becky wouldn't get mad at him. "If I was dying...would you make love to me?" he asked as he swam next to Becky and really wished he could hug her, but his cock was so hard. 

She had to smile at him, but it was her fault for bringing it up. "If you were dying...yeah, I would. I wouldn't want you to go without enjoying a girl."

"You're a sweet-heart and if he wasn't so hard...I'd love to hug you. You love hugging, snuggling and stuff like that, don't you?" Dan asked with a wink and he felt kinda bad for reading her diary the week, but she left it out and he read it. 

She smiled at Dan and Becky wanted to hug him too. "I think every girl likes that, silly. I'm game if you are, but what can we do with um...him?" she smiled and looked down in the water to his swollen cock. 

He smiled again and replied. "I can hold him against your belly or...push down and he'll go between your legs. What way do you want?" he asked watching Becky squirm as she thought. 

Oh my God! On my belly so I can 'maybe' rub him for you or...rubbing on my pussy. Becky thought, trying to think this over and to keep things under control, but she was getting very horny and she could only think of Dan, her brother. 

"Well, I guess...um...on...um...my belly," she stuttered, hoping that this wasn't a mistake. She knew Dan was horny and so was she and Becky hoped she could control this situation if things got out of hand.

Dan could see that Becky was excited as hell, but he didn't want to fuck this up. This was the first time in years that they were getting along with each other and he liked it. Becky was a very cool girl, a wonderful sister and a fucking babe. 

"Are you sure? We've been getting along really nice and I wanta keep it that way." Dan asked to make very sure this is what Becky wanted.

She smiled and slowly swam towards him, seeing his dark eyes on her wet shirt and Becky was sure that Dan was also enjoying her boobs. "See anything you like?" Becky teased as she swam up to him and felt his cock on her outer thigh. "It's so fucking hard, Dan. How do you stand that all of the time, baby?" she asked floating next to him, hoping that his cock would bump her again or Dan would turn and just hug her. 

"I'm kinda getting used to it, but after this...the poor guy is really gunna hurt!"

"Well, why in the fuck are we doing it then?" she said with a sharp tone and Becky wanted slap him from the water. "Dan, I love you and I don't want you in agony, because of me." Becky said as she slowly moved against him, but she forgot about the monster hiding between his legs. 

Becky swam to him and before Dan could back away, Becky was in his arms, with a stiff cock, on her pussy. "Oh holy shit!" he moaned as her soft panties and hot pussy rested on his swollen member. "Damn Becky, it feels like you could use some help with that sweet thing too!" Dan said, feeling her heat on his cock and the poor guy couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside her body. 

Becky came close to fainting when his cock touched her pussy, but she quickly came to her senses and started to enjoy her brother. "Mmmm, I'm only human and that thing feels fuckin' awesome!" Becky panted like a dog in heat, enjoying his rock-hard cock on her most special place and she was on fire now.

"You nasty girl, getting turned on by your little brother!" he teased and carefully slid his arms around her body and hugged Becky tight. "You feel so good!" Dan whispered in Becky's ear and he heard a little moan come from her mouth.

She rested against Dan, his cock between her legs and she felt his hands sliding down her back and to her butt. "Mmmm, you're not to bad yourself." Becky moaned as his big hands covered each of her cheeks and he slowly caressed, driving her body insane with need. "Damn, you're gunna go and get me all flustered again," she whispered looking into his eyes and he just winked. 




The Island



He ran his hands over Becky's cheeks; gently caressing, squeezing and pushing her body against his, making sure she felt his cock on her pussy. "I think you like it as much as I do," he moaned, grabbed her cheeks harder and Dan needed her.

He was right and she didn't know what to say. "What if I do?" she whispered looking into his eyes.

"Neither of us has to suffer, Becky. I can make you feel so good, baby! Let me love you, sweet-heart!" he moaned as he caressed her butt, pushing her limp body to him and his hard cock.

She heard him and Becky's heart was pounding in her chest. This was it; Dan wanted her and it sounded so good, but he was her fucking brother. "I'm on fire and it sucks! Why do you have to be my brother?" she asked and Becky started balling like a baby. She wanted him, but they just couldn't do this. It was wrong, so dirty, but he was so handsome and his cock was a dream.

"Nobody will ever know, but...us," he whispered, leaned to her mouth and Dan kissed his big sister. She kissed him back as they looked into each other's eyes. Dan carefully lifted her in his arms, carried her to the side of the pond and laid her limp body on the soft grass. 

She lay there, just smiling up to Dan as he moved over her body. His stiff cock was smashed between their bodies as they kissed more and much deeper. Becky was so afraid, but she also knew that Dan would be gentle with her.

"I need to tell you something." Becky panted between kisses and him pulling down her panties. 

"What, baby?" he asked moving down her body, to her large breasts, tenderly sucking Becky's excited nipples as she squirmed under him. 

She didn't know if he'd be mad or not. Becky knew that Dan needed a good, hard fuck, but it would not be today. He would be getting a virgin, his sister and he would have to be easy on her the first few times. 

"I'm I...um...Dan...I'm a...virgin." 

He sat up, looked down to Becky and he could not believe this. "You have to be joking! There is no fucking way, as hot as you are and no guy has got you yet, Becky?"

She just smiled and nodded her head. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah, it's a fucking dream come true! I'm getting my gorgeous sister and she's a virgin to boot! Hell yeah, it's ok!" he yelled out and was so glad they were alone. 

"I'm glad you're so happy. I was kinda worried you'd be mad at me. I know that you need a good...um...fuck, but you gotta give me a few times until I'm used to doing it with you."

He caressed Becky's face and Dan replied. "Don't you worry. I love you being a virgin and I'll make this a day that you'll never forget," he whispered with a smile and lightly kissed her panting mouth. He reached down between their bodies and Dan guided his cock to Becky. 

She heard him and Becky smiled. "Even if we didn't make love, I'd remember this until the day I die," she whispered and felt him at her source. "I love you so much, Danny." Becky whispered as he slowly and very carefully took her. "Oh God, it feels so good!" she screamed as Dan slipped in her body with no resistance at all. 

Becky's very wet insides spread and she took him to her core. Dan held her body to his, enjoying Becky's warm and tight pussy wrapped around his hard shaft, wishing that this would never end. 

"Oh Becky, I love you and I always have!"

"I know...I've always had a thing for you, but I was afraid of my feelings. That's why I was so mean to you." Becky said as she caressed his face, hoping that he would forgive her and he smiled.

"Babe, I love you and that's all in the past now. Let's forget it and just look to the future."

"Mmmm, you're my guy now, so love me." Becky whispered and Dan started moving back and forth, loving his sexy big sister. "Oh Danny, go, go, make me cum! Make me cum!" she squealed as Dan loved her with long and very deep strokes.

Dan moved fast, he needed to cum and to please the sexy lady under him, his sister. Her tight pussy held him, holding his cock in her; not wanting it to leave her warm body, but Dan would ease back and gently thrust back in. 

"Oh shit, you feel so good, Becky! What will we do when we get rescued? I'm gunna die if I can't be with you all of the time."

"Let's not worry about that right now...I'm ready! Oh my God! Oh my God!" she started screaming at the top of her lungs. Her pussy locked on him, her heart was pounded and Becky came hard. "Danny, my baby, my baby! Yes, yes, oh yes!" Becky squealed out as Dan moved and he never missed a stroke. 

He held her and when her little pussy grabbed him, it was all over for him too. His cock unleashed two long months of cum, deep into his big sister's belly and Dan thought the tip of his cock had blown off. It shot from his long cock, spraying to her core and Dan never felt better in his life. 

They were locked in heated love and didn't hear the small boat coming to shore, until they heard someone yelling out. "Hello is anyone here?" the man yelled as he looked around the beach.

"Oh God, somebody's here, Dan! We're getting out of here!" Becky said with joy as Dan quickly got off of her and he was dressed in a flash. 

"I can't believe it!" he said helping Becky off the grass and before he let her go, Dan gently hugged and he whispered. "You'll never know just how wonderful being with you made me feel," he said with a smile and Dan kissed Becky. 

"You were pretty good yourself." Becky replied as they dressed and ran to the beach. 

*.

It was two months later and Becky just finished cleaning herself up and she knew that it was time to call Dan. He needed to know and they had to figure this out together.

Becky dialed his cell phone and she flopped on her bed, thinking of that breathtaking day on the beach. She heard his voice and Becky's heart raced with excitement. 

"Hey there handsome, what ya doing?" she purred and could feel her pussy starting to tingle. 

He heard the soft voice in his ear and Dan started growing. "I was just thinking of you." Dan replied as he thought of Becky lying on the beach with her legs spread wide and taking her. 

"Oh really now, were they nasty thoughts?" 

"Of course it was, silly girl. I was thinking um...I know we said that us getting together was a one time thing, but I need you so bad," he moaned and Dan could hear Becky's breathing increasing. 

"You bad, little boy, wanting to screw your sister again."

"Hell yes I do! I've been with so many girls, but none of them made me feel as good as you did."

"Mmmm, I love hearing that I pleased you and your big, ol' cock that good."

"I've been going crazy. I think about you day and night."

"Ahhh, you poor baby, would you like to come and see me this weekend?"

"Oh God yes, I'd love to!"

"Well, its set then and when you get here...you can help me go shopping for some maternity clothes." 

Dan sat there and he didn't know what to say to Becky. "Are you fucking with me, Becky? That isn't one bit funny." he said with a low voice, hoping that she was. 

"I'm not kidding, Danny. I did three of those tests and today, I went to the doctor and they confirmed it. I'm two months along."

"Oh shit, what are we going to do?" Dan asked as he thought of Becky, his sister, being pregnant with his baby. 

"I'm going to have it and hope for the best."

"Do I get to be a part of your and the baby's life?" he asked and hoped she would say yes.

"You silly man, of course you will be. The baby needs a Daddy and Mommy needs that big, beautiful dick of yours! So, you best get your ass here as soon as you can!"

Dan smiled and he replied. "I'm on my way!" 

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The Island



Chapter 1

I'm so confused. I've just opened my eyes to see sand and ocean. Don't get me wrong, it's gorgeous. I just have no idea where I am. I'm supposed to be on a sailboat right now. Wait...I remember now. There was a storm. A big one. I think everyone else on the boat drowned. I remember a lot of screaming that there were no life jackets. I think I grabbed the only flotation device on the boat. 

I sit up slowly. I'm a little dizzy and the bright sun's not making it any better. I wait a few minutes for my vertigo to pass and my eyes to adjust to the light. When I think I can handle it, I open my eyes to try to take in my surroundings. Wow. From the looks of things I'm on a white sand beach surrounded by blue green ocean. I think I'm lying just above the high tide mark. There's some debris scattered around. The tide seems to be out for the moment though. Good thing I guess. I gather what strength I have to try to stand. It takes me two or three tries gut I manage. When I turn around I think 'wow' again. Not only beautiful ocean and beach, but what looks like a tropical setting too. From where I'm (barely) standing I can see lush vegetation all around me. I can hear birds everywhere. I start to make my way toward the trees because I'm really feeling the sun. It's hot and seems to beat down on me. Having long dark hair is not helping any. 

Wait a minute. I look around the beach more carefully. I finally see a spot of red in the middle of all that white. A comb! Thank god! I walk over to it and start to put in the back pocket of my jeans. My hand only touches thin cotton. I look down at myself. Oh my god! All I'm wearing are the bikini panties I was wearing under my jeans and the little cut up t-shirt I had on without a bra! What happened to my pants?! I have to think for a minute. Oh yeah, I remember more of what happened. Someone had tried to hang on to me after I got thrown into the water. They'd been pulling on my jeans and since I had no intention of drowning and was already barefoot I just unbuttoned and unzipped them and let whoever it was pull them off of me. 

'Oh well' I think, and just put the comb inside my panties. I'm just glad that I'd found it because with all my hair I was going to need it. By this time I'm starting to feel dizzy again and a little faint. My mouth feels like it's full of cotton. I look around the beach again and finally notice, a little ways off, where a little stream runs into the ocean. I walk up the beach far enough to be in some shade then start walking toward the little delta. When I get there I go just a little ways upstream so the water will be fresh. By the time I've gone far enough I can see farther upstream to a little pool at the base of a short waterfall. I stagger up to it and fall on the bank of the crystal clear pool. I don't even have strength left to scoop up the water with my hands. I just lay on my belly with my face to the water. 

When I take my first drink I think "It's warm!" Which is probably a good thing considering how hot I'd gotten from the sun. If the water had been cold I'd probably have gotten a shock. I drink till I'm not thirsty and manage to turn around so I'm not face down in the water. I've avoided drowning so far and I don't want to now because of some stupid mistake I made while I'm tired. 

I have no idea how long I sleep. The sun is almost gone by the time I wake up. I feel so much better. I decide to try some exploring. There's still enough light left that I can see a trail that goes up the little hill beside the waterfall. I walk up the slope. There are steps where it gets steep. I'm a little relieved to see that. It meant that the island wasn't completely deserted. Even if no one lives here someone has to come here often enough to put steps on the difficult part of a climb. When I get to the top I can see why someone went to the trouble of putting in steps. There's a pool up here too, and even as hot as the air is I can still see little wisps of steam coming off the water. I don't see any streams running into this pool so I assume it's a hot spring. I suddenly feel all the salt from the ocean and the dirt I slept in all over me. I feel dirty. 

I dip a toe into the pool to test the temperature. It's just how I like my baths...so hot I can barely stand it. I smile and ease myself into it, clothes and all. My feet feel sand on the bottom. I scoop some up and use it to rub all the salt off my body. When I finish my body I walk a little farther into the pool. The whole bottom is sand. There's a natural lip around three sides of the pool. I finally see a little stream running into the pool. That side of the pool slopes back into the surrounding forest. 

I've gotten to the middle of the pool by this time. The water comes right up to my nipples as my breasts float on top of it. I hold my nose, take a breath and duck my head under the water, slowly shaking my hair back and forth. I come up for air but let my hair dangle in the water. I run my fingers thru it to get most of the tangles out, then take my red comb out of my white bikini panties. I comb all the tangles out and do my best to try to braid it. By some miracle I still have two ponytail holders on my wrist. I use one to put my hair up and the other to hold the braid when I finish. 

It's dark by the time I get myself washed and get out of the pool...but I can see a full moon rising on the horizon. When I get out of the pool, I look around again. I see a light in the distance that looks nothing like the moon. I think to myself that it must be a boat or something. I can see by the moonlight that there's a small dock just out of sight from where I washed up onto the shore. 

I'm curious about that light so I walk back down the steps and follow the stream to the beach. I walk in the direction of the dock, staying very close to the tree line so I can't be seen from where the light seems to be coming from. I know that I should probably be jumping up and down, waving my arms and screaming like a banshee to get the attention of whoever's on that boat (I can see that it is a boat now), but my curiosity gets the better of me. I want to stay on this island for a while. I want to explore. If I can stay out of sight of whoever's on the boat then I'll get to do just that. 

I watch as the boat gets close enough to put in to the little dock. It looks like there's only one man on board. He ties the boat to the pilings and puts down a ramp. I watch him make several trips from the boat to the dock carrying boxes and a few bags. I can hear the squawking of chickens making me assume that he plans to stay a while. 

I creep a little closer, trying to get a better look at him; my curiosity getting the better of me again. He's standing by the light on the boat now, looking around to see if he'd left anything on the boat that he wanted off of it. I'm close enough to see that he has red hair. Damn, a redhead, I think to myself. I'm just barely inside the tree line now. I get down on my belly to crawl just a little closer to try to see him better before he turns away from the light. He's wearing light, slightly loose, pants and long sleeve shirt. That baffles me for a minute but then I think "duh, redhead's have really fair skin. He probably don't want to get sun burnt." He seems to be satisfied with what he's gotten off the boat so he turns to turn off the light. As he reaches up to the switch, the light flashes in his eyes for a second. I can't tell the exact color but I can see that they're light. 

My curiosity is about to eat me alive. I want to know who this man is and what he's doing here. What little I saw of him intrigued me too. He doesn't have killer looks or a ripped body but I think he's attractive. I decide to watch him for a while to see if I can tell what his personality might be like. I've already decided that as long as he's not an escaped serial rapist, or worse killer, I'm going to seduce him. I don't know how long I'll wait before I do but I've made up my mind to do it. 

I watch him carry the boxes and bags down the short dock to a small clearing just out of sight of the beach. He doesn't look like he's here to have a good time. Maybe something's messed up in his life and he's come here to get away from it. I'm making up all kinds of stories about why he's here, most of them having to do with getting away from his everyday life. I make another quick decision; he's not a criminal. I can tell just from the way he walks, confident but not arrogant. I can also tell he's no stranger to work. He's got an average body, but when he picks up one of his boxes, I can see muscles bunch in his arms. "Yummy," I think. 

He sets up a camp, working quickly, like he's done it many times before. He pitches a tent that's little more than a roof and poles with the walls rolled up so they can be let down in a hard rain. He takes the few bags inside. I guess whatever's in them can't get wet. 

Unlike myself. I haven't had sex in weeks and watching an attractive man do real work is turning me on. Now I'm glad that I'd spent part of a moderate inheritance on myself. After paying off my house and truck collection and putting about half of it in the bank, I had enough money left to get permanent hair removal under my arms, on my legs, and between them. I also got a nifty little IUD so I wouldn't have to worry about girl week for 5 years. God knew I didn't need it for birth control. I know it's an overused phrase but whoever coined it spoke the truth; a good man is hard to find. And I'm not the type to settle for just any hard cock. I like for the man it's attached to, to know how to use it. 

The man I'm watching (I think I'll call him Red for obvious reasons) finishes setting up his camp for now. He's built a small fire and has taken out of one of the boxes a cooler that I find out has fish in it when he takes one out, already killed and cleaned. As it cooks, my mouth starts to water. I have no idea when I've eaten last. I think I remember seeing a fishing pole on the boat that Red didn't take ashore. I crawl back into the brush as quietly as possible and head for the dock. 

I walk onto the little boat and take the fishing pole and some of the bait I find in the tackle box beside it. I don't usually steal from people but I'm hungry and there's another pole. I go back down the boat ramp and dock to the beach. I walk a little ways down it, bait the hook, and cast it in. I wait a while but eventually I reel in a decent sized fish. I realize then that I don't have anything to kill or clean it with. I walk back to Red's boat to look thru his tackle box. I find three knives and two sharpening stones. I send Red a silent apology and take one of each. I walk back to the beach and kill and gut my fish, rinsing it in the ocean. I sneak back to Red's camp to see if his back will be turned long enough for me to grab the unburnt end of a stick so I could cook my fish. 

When I get back to his camp, he's already spread a blanket on the ground under the tent roof and seemed to be asleep. I guess I was gone longer than I thought. I decide not to risk burning my fingers on a piece of firewood. There's not much fire left anyway. I find the stick he'd used for cooking his fish and skewer mine with it. I hold it over the coals for a few minutes then pull it back to check it with a smaller stick. It's done! I find a big leaf to lay it on and use the small stick to pick it apart. I pick up pieces with my fingers that are almost too hot to touch. I blow on them to cool. I barely get it cooled enough to eat when I devour it. That little fish is the best thing I've ever eaten. 

As I'm carefully putting everything back right where I found it, I hear sounds coming from Red's tent. I get curious again and walk quietly over to where he's sleeping. Oh my god he's naked! And I can see why he's making noise. His cock looks so hard it hurts. I just stand there like a dummy staring at him. His body's not bad. He could benefit from a few sit ups but other than that it's pretty decent. 

My eyes don't roam his body for long. They become riveted on his cock. It's about average sized with an upward curve that I've never seen before. I didn't know cocks could do that! I watch as Red's cock starts to visibly throb and twitch. He's groaning now, moving in his sleep. I can't help but be turned on by the sight of an attractive, naked man with a hard cock. 

I slide my hand inside my panties to test my wetness. Oh yeah, I'm almost sopping. I start to finger my clit ring as I watch Red have what is now obviously a wet dream. It's even more of a turn on that he has no idea I'm even on the island, much less watching. His movements and moaning get faster and louder. I have to almost bite my lip to keep myself from moaning with him. I sit down beside him and rub my fingers over my clit and dip the fingers of the other hand into my pussy. I'm so wet I'm soaking my panties, something I hardly ever do. I can feel my orgasm building and I can tell he's close too. I keep my eyes glued to his cock. He never touches it. It only takes a few minutes before I see streams of sticky white cum spurting out of his cock. I give myself a few more fast rubs over my clit ring and I'm cumming too. It's a good one, making my pussy walls contract hard around the fingers I put inside it. 

I watch Red carefully, making sure he doesn't wake up. He's still hard but not as restless as before. I take my fingers out of my pussy. They have juice all over them. I grin a wicked grin as a thought comes to my mind. I take my sopping wet fingers and lightly brush them over Red's lips. He won't know what to think when he wakes up with the smell and taste of my pussy juice in the air and on his lips. 

I stand up and go back down to the beach. I've decided to play a little game with Red. I'll watch him for a while, not let him know he's being watched, and hopefully catch him having a wet dream again. I'm far enough from his camp that I feel safe letting out a little giggle. I can tell he's a grown man but damn, his cock acts like it's still 15 years old!

Chapter 2

I've been here a week. I've explored some when I wasn't watching Red. The island ain't very big. I can walk around the whole thing in just under half a day. There's all kinds of fruit trees here; coconut and date palms, banana trees, pineapple plants, citrus trees. I use the juice from the lemons off the lemon trees and the milk from the coconuts to clean my hair. It does a pretty good job. I haven't seen any snakes or even monkeys. I'm glad too cause where there's monkeys then there's usually something to eat the monkeys, and if it'll eat the monkeys then it might eat me. 

So far I haven't been bored. Between exploring the beach and interior of the island and watching Red, I've actually had plenty to occupy my time. 

I spend all the time I can at the hot spring. I can't be there too often though...Red likes to use the falls under the hot spring to shower off after he swims in the ocean. He only swims at night. During the day he roams the island's interior with a journal of some kind. I think he's writing stories of the erotic kind. Or else he just has a good imagination because at least once during the day and every night after he rinses off the salt water in the waterfall he gets a noticeable tent in those loose pants. 

I've seen him scribble furiously in that journal while he's sitting on a stump or fallen log in the woods. Whatever he's writing or thinking about is obviously turning him on. Several times I've seen him just suddenly stop writing and take a few deep breaths, almost like he's meditating. Once he apparently didn't stop in time. He shifted around on the ground where he was sitting and stood up really fast, dropping his journal. As he stood I could see the tent in the front of his pants very clearly. The material shifted around on his cock as he stood and I think just that little bit of friction is what does it. He made a few whimpering sounds and hunched over a little as I watched a dark stain spread all across the front of his pants and down one leg. He stood there for a few minutes trying to catch his breath. 

I hear him speak for the first time: "Damn I'm glad no one else is on this island," he says, " This would just be too embarrassing to try to explain." 

I almost have to shove my entire fist in my mouth to keep from giggling out loud. When he walks back to camp, I don't follow him this time. As soon as I'm sure he won't be able to hear me I collapse to the ground in a fit of giggles. I can't believe it! He came in his pants without even touching himself! O my god this is even better than the wet dream I watched him have on that first night! Even better than that, he doesn't know I'm here. That thought sets me off again. I laugh and giggle so hard I get a stitch in my side. 

By the time I'm finally able to collect myself, I have an idea. I've noticed that when Red turns in for the night, he goes to sleep pretty quickly. I'm thinking I want to see him cum in his sleep like a teenager again. But this time I want to do a little more than just finger myself beside him while he sleeps or just leave the taste of my juice on his lips or the scent of my pussy in the air. I've been watching him for over a week and I want to touch him. I haven't had sex in so long I'm not even sure if I remember what a mans cock feels like. 

I'll do it tonight. I've watched Red long enough to know that he gets hard really quickly after he goes to sleep. I've even been disappointed a couple of times when I was sure he was going to have another wet dream, but instead he woke up at the last minute to take those deep breaths to calm himself down. He usually started stroking himself after that to finish. I've tried to sleep when I'm aroused and I know it don't really work, so I'm sure he's just taking care of business so he can get back to sleep. I don't want him to do that this time. I want to stroke him myself. 

I've collected myself by this time. I'm still doing a fair imitation of the Cheshire cat but I'm not convulsed in giggles anymore. I make my way out to the beach and walk along it to the hot spring. I've borrowed a couple of blankets and a tarp from Red to make myself a kind of little nest close to the spring. I've only seen Red go up the hot pool once. It was the second night, after he'd finished putting up fence for the chickens and gone out to a little garden that I assume he'd planted some months earlier to pull the worst of the weeds and gather a few veggies for his dinner. The weeds are stubborn and I'm sure bending over to pull them is really hard on his back. I'm sure he went to the hot pool to soak out the stiffness from his muscles. 

I'm getting the idea now that this isn't just a vacation for him, or if so then a very extended one. People don't work a garden on vacation, they bring all their food with them and when it runs out, they leave. I'm finding myself wondering more and more often just what he's doing here. I'm back at the spring by this time and really turned on and horny from what I just saw in the woods. It was funny but erotic at the same time. I wonder, it Red cums that easily without even touching himself, how easily will he cum when I start stroking him in his sleep? The thought is making me wet. I decide not to soak in the hot pool this time, but to wash off the dirt from rolling around on the ground under the falls. I step into the lower pool to wade across to the waterfall. It's not hot like the upper pool but it's about the same temperature as my body. 

Now that I've mentioned my body, I feel like I should describe it. I'm about 5'6" tall. I have long, dark brown hair, and greenish brown eyes. My breasts are a 36c; my waist is about a size 11/13 (or about 34 inches). I don't know what size my hips are but I do have them...they're a nice handful. My ass is one of my best features. I've heard it called a "ghetto booty" before. My skin is fair but nowhere near as pale as Red's. He avoids the sun like the plague, he's so fair. I usually burn before I tan, but before I landed here I had already spent enough time in the sun to get that phase over with. I have enough native American in my blood that I can stand some sun, and by this time I'm almost as dark as a true native. 




The Island



I'm still washing and wearing the same white bikini panties and cut up t-shirt that I washed to shore in. After over a week of being washed with mostly sand and lemon juice, they've started to get a little thin. The top shows my braless nipples clearly and the panties give me a camel toe every time I wear them in the water. I've dreamed of Red finding me while I swim in the ocean or when I'm soaking in the upper pool of the falls. I don't think I really want him to find me till I'm ready but it's a nice dream. 

I've made my way across the lower pool by this time and am standing under the waterfall. It's only about 7 feet high and has enough of a cave behind it to make plenty of room to move around as I rinse off the dirt. The water is only barely cooler than the pool above it. I stand under the spray. It's not a little trickle but nowhere near pounding force. It's almost like a regular shower with really good pressure. I stand under it letting the water massage my neck and shoulders. It feels so good and relaxing. I tip my head back and let the water push my hair away from my face. I've taken out the braid to let the water rinse my hair clean. I've left on my white top and panties. I like the way I look in them when they're all wet. I run my hands over my breasts and rub and pinch my nipples through the thin cotton of my top. They come to a point immediately, making me pinch them a little harder. 

I can feel a familiar tension building in my lower belly. I slide my right hand down to my panties and start to rub my clit through them. The little clit ring makes it easier to do this through the panties than if I didn't have it. I move my left hand back and forth between my nipples, pinching and rubbing them. I plunge two fingers under my panties and into my pussy to collect some juice to rub over my clit. I work my fingers fast because I don't want to miss watching Red stroke himself. When my orgasm comes it's sweet but not as good as if I was watching Red. 

I finish playing and washing and step out of the waterfall. I wade across the lower pool and follow the stream out to the beach. The moon is only a quarter full but it's plenty of light to see by. I tilt my face up to the moonlight and smile a secret little smile. I'm going to start my seduction of Red in earnest tonight, and he won't even guess that someone else is on the island with him. 

I walk down to the water so I can walk without footprints and walk the short distance to his camp. I find some of his footprints to walk in to hide my own and follow them up the beach and onto the little path he's made between the trees. I walk slowly and slip into the underbrush when I see the light from his cook fire. I crawl on hands and knees right to the edge of his clearing, then drop down to my belly to watch him. He's reading right now. I can just make out some of the words on the cover. "Different Seasons," I read. He must be a Steven King fan. 

I've been careful to lay on some green leaves so I won't make much noise and won't get dirty. I've only been watching for a few minutes when Red puts a marker in his book and puts it down so he can pick up the stick in the fire that looks like it has his supper on it. He pulls it to him and uses a smaller stick to push it off onto a plate that he's picked up from somewhere. It's one of the chickens. I watch him eat, thinking that there might be some left that I could get. Sure enough, he only finishes a little more than half before he puts the rest back on the plate and into the cooler. I've gotten a close look at that cooler. It's actually a mini fridge hooked up to a solar battery. 

He cleans up with a towel then picks up that journal. I smile cause I know that whatever he writes or thinks about while he's writing in that journal turns him on. I'm hoping that tonight will be a night that he doesn't stroke. I only watch for a few minutes before he puts the journal down. I watch as he takes his clothes off and walks over to his tent to lay down on the blanket under it. He just lies there for a while before he makes an annoyed noise and gets up to take his blanket out from under the tent. He spreads it out under the stars not 10 feet from where I'm hiding. I try to breathe shallowly so he won't hear me. I'm surprised he doesn't hear my heart. It's thumping so loud in my ears from nervousness that I'm sure it'll wake up those chickens and make them start squawking. 

I watch Red as he lies on his back with his hands folded behind his head, looking up at the stars. I look my fill of him. Except for that first night I haven't been this close to him. I can't help but notice that he's soft. I don't think I've ever seen him completely soft. I start to stare and can't help but wonder, where did it go? I know men are a lot smaller when they're soft but damn. The difference in Red's cock size between hard and soft is the most I've seen. From my guess he's about 5.5 hard, but he won't even make 2 soft. I have to suppress a giggle as his soft cock reminds me of a picture I'd seen once of Peter Parker in his Spiderman costume. Poor Peter was about 1.5 hard. I have to push that out of my mind before I do the same thing I did last time and collapse in a fit of giggles. 

For some reason, Red takes longer to fall asleep tonight. I just wait, the anticipation of what I'm about to do making my pussy soak my panties. I watch as he finally falls asleep, still soft. I wait just a few minutes to make sure he's going to stay asleep. When I'm sure he will, I slowly stand up and walk out of the jungle into his clearing. I sit down by his waist and slowly reach over to take his soft little cock in my hand. Damn, I'd forgotten how good a cock felt, even soft. I roll it around my palm some then reach down to fondle his balls. I can see his cock starting to stir. I brace myself on my right hand and lean over to flick just the tip of my tongue on the head of his dick. That makes a noticeable difference! Almost immediately he grows to half mast. 

I take a quick look at his face to make sure he's still asleep then take hold of his cock with my left hand and lower my mouth to take all of him into my mouth. I can't keep all of it in my mouth for long. He doesn't take long at all to grow to full size. I take my mouth off him for just a second to check. Yup, still asleep. I turn my attention back to his cock. It's got an upward curve to it that makes it difficult to take all of it into my mouth. The head triggers my gag reflex. I pull back to take another glance at his face. Still asleep, so I decide to take a chance. I turn around so my back is to him and his cock will be curved downward in my mouth. I can take more of him in this position. I proceed to use all my rusty skills on his cock, trying to make him cum before he wakes up. I suck the length into my mouth while at the same time I work my tongue up and down on the topside of his cock. 

I'm braced on my left hand now so I use my right to stroke the base of his cock with the same rhythm I'm using with my mouth. I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head, licking up drops of precum as I do. I'm careful not to lean on him for fear he might wake up. I reach down to fondle his balls again while at the same time I suck his length back into my mouth. I can hear him now, making those little whimpering sounds he makes when he's about to cum but doesn't really want to. I suck faster, working my tongue and stroking with my hand too. His breath catches and I feel and taste loads of cum gush into my mouth. I pull back till just the head is in my mouth and swallow every drop. 

I pull back and sit up so I can turn around to check to make sure Red's still asleep. Yup, still asleep, and it looks like he's sleeping better than before. I want to try to ride his cock with my pussy but I don't want to take that risk tonight. I want to leave him something to think about though, so I dip my fingers into my sopping wet pussy to get some juice to rub on his lips the same way I did that first night. He licks his lips when I rub my juice on then so I get more to rub on them. I get up and melt back into the shadows of the jungle. 

I'm just barely hidden when I lay down on the leaves of the underbrush to rub my clit through my soaked panties in a frenzy of need. I have to cum. What I just did turned me on so much that I can't even wait till I get back to the hot spring to masturbate. I have to do it now. It only takes me a few minutes to cum all in my panties. They're already soaked and can't absorb any more juice so it just runs down my ass and makes a little puddle under me. I'm breathing hard when I get up on wobbly legs to look one last time to make sure Red's still asleep. He still is, so I make my way back to the beach so I can hide my footprints in the water again. 

I take a little longer than usual to make it back to my little nest. I take twice as long to make it up the steps to the upper pool. I'm so exhausted from that orgasm that I can barely walk. But I make it to my blanket and lay down to immediately fall asleep and dream of what else I can do to seduce Red without his knowledge.

Chapter 3

I've been here three weeks now. I watch Red every chance I get. Which is anytime I'm not fishing or climbing trees for something to eat. I've lost about an inch off my waist from all the walking around I have to do to find food. I'm glad this island is tropical and not desert. There's more than plenty here, I just have to find it and get it. That garden Red has helps a lot. Especially since climbing trees barefoot is not pleasant. My top has worn away and been torn up so much that it's barely a rag over one shoulder and my breasts. My panties are a little better but they're so thin by now that they're almost transparent. I've been combing my hair every day with the little red comb I found that first day. I've been looking all over the beach for another one that just happened to wash ashore with me. 

I'm looking again today. I feel pretty confident by now that Red won't be on the beach during the day. He's a true redhead and I've seen his skin burn in half an hour under the sun. He got hot one day and took off that loose shirt he always wears. I couldn't help but be intrigued by all the freckles on his shoulders and down his back. The need for a few sit ups was still visible but three weeks of working and wandering the island seem to have helped some. He has his back turned to me when he takes off his shirt. I don't think I've ever seen him without it while he was standing. It makes his shoulders more noticeable. Damn...I've always been a sucker for a set of broad shoulders and his are just yummy. 

I've visited him two more times in the two weeks that have passed since the last time. Both times I sucked him to orgasm and both times I barely made it into the underbrush before I had to finger myself to my own orgasm. The last time, he rolled over onto his side. The one facing the jungle. I had a moment of fear, thinking he could see me; maybe I hadn't gone in far enough. But he didn't open his eyes. 

I've got different plans for tonight. I've been barely satisfied with my fingers for too long. Tonight I'm going to see if I can climb up on his cock and ride it. I'm not sure if I can because I'll have to be on my feet instead of my knees. I'll have to use my leg muscles instead of my back. I'm determined to try though. I need the feeling of a hard cock inside my pussy. I'm pretty sure it's been over 6 months since I've had a cock inside me. I'm getting wet just thinking about it so I check the position of the sun. It's gotten pretty low on the horizon so I start back in the direction of Red's camp. It's twilight by the time I get close. I'm walking in the water again to hide my tracks. I'm not ready for him to know that I'm here. 

I come to some of his tracks back up the beach just in time. I can see him walking down to the beach to clean some fish he's caught today. I've eaten this time so I can look my fill without being distracted by an empty stomach. He's still wearing those light, loose pants and long sleeved shirt. As he walks to the piece of driftwood that he uses for a seat I take the opportunity to hide just inside the tree line. I settle down cross-legged with my back against a coconut palm to just drink in the sight of a man at work. I have a kind of movie reel going in my head of what I'm going to do to him tonight. 

He's only got three fish to clean tonight so he's done pretty quickly. He walks to the water line to throw the offal into the ocean and bends down to rinse the blood off the knife. I know he'll clean it and put away while the fish cook. I suddenly have one of those random thoughts that connect two seemingly completely unrelated things. I think 'If he takes such good care of his tools I wonder if he'd take as good of care of a woman during sex?' I can't help but keep wondering as I watch him prepare the fish for the fire and clean his knife while they cook. I keep wondering as I watch him eat and put the leftover fish in the little cooler. I make a mental note of that fish. I may need it when I'm done with him. He doesn't read tonight. He just takes out that journal and starts to write. 

Now I'm wondering, again, what he's writing in that journal. I watch him for about half an hour before he puts it aside and takes off his shirt. I look my fill at the now familiar sight of his chest in the firelight. I really want to feel his skin against mine but not tonight. I'm afraid that all the skin on skin contact will wake him up before I'm ready for him to know about me. I'm not sure why I'm still hiding, but maybe it has something to do with not having sexual contact of any kind for 6 months before I started giving Red blow jobs in his sleep. I can hardly count those because there's only one active participant. I think about all this while he stands to take off his pants and walks over to the blanket under the tent. 

I crawl around to the side of the tent. When I get close I notice something. Red has left the journal close enough to the woods that I can reach it if I stretch. The second his back is turned I reach out and snatch it off the ground. I think it fell off the piece of drift wood he was using for a back rest. I crawl back into the jungle as quickly as I can and still be quiet. I'm going to have to take it with me when I leave cause there's just not enough light to read by this far into the trees and away from the fire. I creep around to my usual path back to the hot spring. I put the journal right in my usual path because I might forget that I took it. I'm almost trembling now. Partly from fear of discovery because I've never moved around this much while Red was still awake and partly from anticipation of what I plan to do. 

When I get back to my vantage point next to the tent, I can tell Red has taken out his cock and is stroking himself. I watch, getting excited thinking that in just a few minutes it will be my pussy instead of his hand sliding up and down his cock. He's lying on his back with his right side to the jungle and me. It doesn't take him very long to spurt his cum all over his hand. He must be really tired cause he doesn't even take the time to clean up. 

I wait just a few minutes before I crawl out of the jungle to crouch next to him. I've already taken off my panties and top. I left them with the journal. I get on my hands and knees beside him. He's already gone soft but I know I can fix that. I pick up the hand he used to stroke with. There's still a few sticky globs of cum on his fingers. I look at his face while I reach out my tongue to lap up the leftover cum. I want to make sure he doesn't wake up while I'm enjoying him. I lick the cum off his fingers and hand, then take each of his fingers into my mouth and suck on them a little to get every last drop off of them. I keep my eyes on his face the whole time, making sure he doesn't wake up and judging his reaction to what I'm doing. He's started to get that, by now familiar, look on his face that lets me know he's really enjoying what I'm doing. 

I finish licking all the cum off his hand and slowly lower it to lay on his chest. Only then do I look at his cock. Good. He's hard again. I see a few splashes of cum on and around his dick. I lower myself on my hands and knees and start to lick up his cum. I start with a drop that landed on his hip. I slowly lick my way around his cock, only touching him with my tongue and lips. When I get to his balls, I suck them, one at a time into the heat of my mouth. I can feel his cock against my cheek. I roll my eyes up to his face to make sure he's still asleep. He is. I turn my attention to his cock now. I have to use my hand to hold it straight up. That curve makes it lie against his belly and I need to lick the cum off all of it, not just the underside. 

I try to keep my eyes on Red's face as I lick the cum off his cock. It's obvious he's enjoying my ministrations from the look on his face and the little whimpering sounds he always makes when he's really turned on. His cock is twitching, almost begging me to take it into my mouth. I resist, knowing that I've got something better in mind for his cock to be inside. I raise up and glance around. There's a tent pole that's close enough that I can use it for support while I ride him. I stand up and place a foot on either side of his waist. I slowly lower myself down, using the tent post to keep my balance. I reach down to position his cock at the dripping wet entrance to my pussy. 

I'm quivering by this time. I can feel the head of his cock on my inner pussy lips. I sink down and almost have to bite my lip. It feels so good. It's not the biggest cock I've ever had but it's definitely not the smallest either. I can feel the curve hitting my microscopic g-spot. I just sit on his cock for a few seconds and revel in the feel of it inside me. I can't be still for long though. I grab hold of the tent pole with both hands and start to move my hips up and down. I can't go very fast because this position is a strain on my legs. I let go of the tent pole to brace my hands on the ground on either side of his head. This is a little easier. I try to keep as much of my skin away from his as I can because I don't want him to wake up. 

I work my legs and hips up and down as fast as I can. I don't take my eyes off Red's face the whole time. After about only three minutes I feel him tense up underneath me. He's making those whimpering sounds again. He's about to cum but doesn't want to. I feel it when he does. I'm so close by this time that I don't slow my pace. I go just a little faster and in a few seconds I'm cumming too. Fuck! Am I ever cumming. I cum hard and I cum long. I don't want to raise up but I know I have to, to keep up his belief that he's the only person on this island. I keep watching his face as I slowly stand up and step over him. My legs are so wobbly I can barely move. But I see him stirring in his sleep like he's almost ready to wake up. I make my way as quickly and quietly as I can to the cover of the trees. I have to wait there a minute to catch my breath. I'd never tried that position before. It was a lot of work! 

I look back at Red's tent and what I see makes my eyes widen. He's awake! He's sitting up and looking down at his cock. There's cum and pussy juice all over it. I know he'll think that the cum is from earlier but how the hell is he going to explain the pussy juice to himself. I'd forgotten about that in my planning. O well. I'll let him think what he likes till I'm ready to reveal myself. I better not try to fuck him again. The pussy juice all over his cock a second time would probably make him suspicious that another person might be on the island. This time I'm sure he'll just think he's imagining things cause he's half asleep still. 

I turn away from his camp to make my way back to my little nest by the upper pool of the hot spring. As I walk I stumble over my clothes. I pick them up and notice Red's journal under them. I smile a sly little smile. Now I'll be able to get inside his head some and satisfy some of my raging curiosity. When I get back to the upper pool, I lay down on my borrowed blankets with my clothes for a pillow and the journal under them. I'm still smiling when I fall asleep. 




The Island



Chapter 4

Five weeks now, I've been on this island. It rains every night for about three hours right before dawn. I'm glad I got the tarp from Red. It helps keep my blankets dry. 

I've been searching the beach every day when I'm not watching Red. Today I found one of those vacuum sealed bags. It was full of panties and tank tops! I'm so happy with my discovery I almost dance when I find it. The panties and cut up t-shirt that I've been wearing and washing with sand and lemon juice every night are so thin I can't even use them for rags. By this time the top is nothing but a strip going across one shoulder and barely covering my nipples. The panties have lost their elastic and I've had to tie the sides together to keep them on. 

The bag I found turns out to have four pairs of panties, all thongs, and six tank tops with spaghetti straps. The second I find them and make sure the panties weren't too small (they're not, thank god) I strip off my old ones and step into the new ones. Since the panties are thongs, they don't cover my ass. I put on one of the tank tops and take the rest to my little nest. I'm going to have to be careful about being out in the sun for a few days cause I don't want a sunburn on my ass. 

I stash the new clothes and settle down with Red's journal. I haven't started reading it yet. I don't know why I've waited except for the anticipation. So far Red hasn't noticed it missing. I think because it's full and he's started on another one. I've glanced thru it to make sure I can read his handwriting and to see how much he's written. Thankfully, he doesn't write in cursive (I don't like trying to decipher cursive). I open it to the first page. I think he started writing the day after he got here, and when I start reading I'm sure of it. He's writing about the dream he was having that first night while I watched him cum all over himself. 

"I have to write this down to try to get it out of my head. I had another dream about it last night and this time I couldn't wake up in time. When I did wake up, my belly and upper thighs were covered in sticky, half dried cum. I hate it when I do that. It makes me feel like I'm still 15 years old and can't control my own body. I'm just glad that I'm the only one on this island to see the mess I made all over myself. I remember the dream very clearly, mostly because it's not just a dream. It really happened." 

"It was about two weeks ago. I had been dating a really hot chick. I mean, 5'8" in 4inch stilettos, platinum blond hair that just barely brushed her shoulders in perfectly controlled waves, 34D tits, waist small enough I could almost circle it with my hands, hips just slightly flared, ass almost a handful, legs that looked a mile long, cornflower blue eyes, mouth that looked like it begged to suck cock; she was the perfect stereotypical blond. She was also not my usual kind of date. I'd been set up with her through a friend of a friend. We seemed to hit it off ok on that first blind date so we agreed to go on a few more and see what happened. I'd taken her to dinner someplace semi-exclusive. The kind of place you had to know someone to get into without having to wait weeks for a reservation. (The manager was my roommate our senior year in college.)" 

"I could tell that night that she expected me to make a move on her, but I've got a little problem. My dick is only average sized, maybe even a little smaller than average, and I've always had trouble lasting longer than a few minutes. I've been called a minute man more than once. Not from every girl, but a lot of them. This one seems nice so I'm hoping that she'll be one that won't giggle at my lack of size and stamina." 

"I've taken her out dancing tonight. She just wanted me to watch her dance and shake her ass out on the dance floor. When the slow songs came on, she would crook her finger at me to join her. When I put my arms around her tiny little waist, she wraps hers around my shoulders. She gets close enough to me that I can feel her tits smush against my chest. I can feel her start to grind her hips against my crotch. I'm already hard and that just makes my cock start to just throb. It's been a few weeks since I've had sex...with or without a partner...so I'm having to fight to keep from cumming right here on the dance floor and embarrassing myself." 

"She's smiling a wicked little smile. She knows exactly what she's doing to me. I've heard that she's no stranger to men. She's even pointed out a couple of men to me, saying that she fucked them. I can tell she's bragging. I'm all for equal rights for the sex's but damn. I just never expected a woman to brag about fucking triple digits. It makes me even more nervous about lasting long enough to even get her off one time. She's telling me about some of the guys she's fucked while we dance. I get more and more worried because they all seem to be hung like horses with the ability to stay hard like they're on Viagra." 

"We stay long enough that it's close to closing time. I've already had to untuck my shirt to try to hide several spots of precum. When we get back out to my camaro she takes a couple of seconds to admire it. I look at it myself, not admiring but more to use it as a focus to help me try to calm down. It's not the most popular year model but it is nice. 1977, silver, t-top, not a dent or scratch on it, 50's all the way around, scoop on the hood to accommodate the high-rise intake and 4bbl carburetor. Custom duel exhaust that's quiet when idling but loud when I get on the gas and kick open those 4 barrels." 

"I open her door and she gets in, making to flash a lot of leg and even snatch in her short skirt. Oh my god she's not wearing any panties! Any control I'd gotten back while I was looking at my car just dissolved in the wind. I've been hard all night but now I'm seriously worried that I may not even last a minute when we get back to her place." 

"The drive seems to take forever but is over way too fast. She's still talking about men she's fucked, even going into detail. I pull up on the street by her house. She turns to me and makes the first move by kissing me. She's very skilled and has me fighting more than ever to keep from spurting in my pants. They're a light khaki color and a cum stain would be really easy to see. She reaches down to unbutton them and breaks the kiss to see what she's doing. She has a slightly puzzled look on her face and asks me 'Don't I turn you on? I don't see much of a bulge.'" 

"I can feel my face heat up. I know I'm not very big but if she can't even tell that I'm so hard it hurts then how big of dick is she used to? She's gotten my pants unbuttoned by this time and my cock has fallen out of them. She just looks at it for almost a full minute. I'm so hard and fighting so hard not to cum that I'm trying to think of anything but the way her tits are almost spilling out of her top right in my face. I can tell she's not wearing a bra and that just makes my hard on jump." 

"'Are you even hard?' she asks. My face is on fire by now. She opens her door some to turn on the dome light. She sees how red my face is and looks back down at my cock. She reaches out and wraps her hand around it. 'OH MY GOD YOU ARE!!!!' she squeals out. I can't hold back any longer. I erupt all over her hand and my pants. She starts giggling and laughing so hard she can't even open her door the rest of the way to get out. 'Well what you lack in size you sure make up for in speed!!! I guess that's why you like little sports cars, they're small and fast just like you!'" 

"I don't think I've ever been this humiliated and embarrassed in my life. I'm not 15 years old anymore. I should be able to hold my cum better than this. She's gotten out of my car by now and says, with the giggle still in her voice, 'Well, I guess you're done. Don't bother to call me, I need to go, umm, wash up.' She holds up the hand that has cum all over it and starts giggling again. She turns to walk up her sidewalk to her house and takes out her cell phone." 

"Before I start my car to leave, I can hear her talking to someone on the other end. I catch the words 'tiny little minute man' and don't wait around to hear any more. My whole body is on fire from blushing and there's a huge cum stain all over the front of my pants. I decide right then and there that I don't need this anymore. I'll move permanently to the vacation island I inherited from my great uncle. I'd rather take care of myself forever than deal with even one more woman laughing at my lack of size and stamina." 

By this time I don't know whether to be turned on or pissed off. I decide to be pissed for now; I know I'll be turned on plenty later. I'm pissed at that fucking cunt giving women a bad image. Sure I probably would have giggled too, but I wouldn't have just left him there. I would have leaned over and licked up all that spunk. I'm sure that he would have either stayed hard or gotten hard again soon enough that he could have taken care of me. 

I've just given myself a time limit...three more weeks. I'll make myself known three weeks from today. But for now I'm going to go watch Red again. It's almost time for the nightly rain so I think I'll take a really big risk. I'm going to sleep under Red's tent with him. There's plenty of room so he won't brush against me and find me before I'm ready to be found. I'm going to have to plan exactly how I want him to see me for the first time. I'm just a little nervous now...if that blond cunt was any indication of the physical type of woman that he preferred then I'm going to be a disappointment. I'm just going to have to hope that he's been alone long enough that any woman's company will do. 

I come up to Red's camp just as the first drops of rain start to fall. I've only got a couple of minutes before the skies open up. I pause for just a second on the edge of his camp to make sure he's in his tent. He is, so I walk boldly right thru the middle of his clearing to the tent. He's lowered one side all the way down and two more about halfway. I crouch behind the fully lowered side and peer around the corner, underneath the bottom of the halfway lowered side. 

Good, he's asleep. And from the looks of things, dreaming again. I crawl into the tent just as the rain starts to perform its nightly deluge. I watch as Red starts to groan and shift in his sleep. He must be having another sexual dream. I've watched three in the five weeks I've been here and he's doing the same thing now as he did the other times. I'm hoping that after he cums he'll do the same thing this time as all the others. I'm hoping he'll just stay asleep. I crawl up to lay beside him without touching. I position myself so I'll have a good view of his cock as it pretends to be 15 years old again. I've read that he doesn't like it when his cock takes on a mind of it's own but I think it's hot to watch. It makes me wonder what he's dreaming. I know about the dream he had that first night but I don't think that's the only one. 

I watch as his cock grows from half-mast to full size. I know what that cock feels like in my hands, mouth and pussy. I just want Red to be an active participant the next time I fuck him. I've decided to wait for that too till I let him find me. But for now I'll be satisfied with watching him cum in his sleep. I'm lying on my back with my fingers between my legs. The fingers of my left hand are inside my pussy while the fingers of my right hand are rubbing my pierced clit. I'm such a voyeur. 

I watch as Red twitches and shifts in his sleep. He's groaning and making those little whimpering noises he makes when he's really turned on and fighting the urge to cum. I decide to take an even bigger risk. I start to talk to him, counting on hope that he won't remember when he wakes up. I tell him about what I'm doing right now. "I've got my clit pierced. It makes it easier for me to finger myself to orgasm. I rubbing it right now. I like that the ring stimulates my clit. I'm rubbing that little ring. I've got two fingers inside my pussy right now. I'm using three to rub the clit ring. Don't you wish that it was your tongue on my clit? Don't you want to taste my pussy?" 

"Don't you want to fuck me with your tongue? Suck on my clit? Finger my pussy then pull your fingers out to lick the juice off them? I want to 69 with you. I want your cock inside my mouth and I want my pussy being licked at the same time. I want to suck you till you cum then swallow every drop. I want you to lick my pussy so much that I cum continuously." 

I think it was the 69 idea that he was thinking about when his cock started spurting out jets of sticky white cum. I hurry my pace, trying to catch up to his level of arousal. I don't take long. I keep myself close while Red really starts whimpering and shifting in his sleep. I watch his cum spurt out all over the blanket underneath him, all over his chest and thighs. His whole midsection looks to be soaked with cum. 

I cum just right after he does. I'm so wet my fingers are just slipping around. My orgasm is sweet. I just want to have a better than one with Red actually participating. I finish cumming pretty quickly. He's already finished and ready to go back sleep. I've lain down away from the wet spot. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the rain. I know I'll wake up at dawn and go back to my nest to make sure Red doesn't find me. I'm asleep soon after I lie down. I've still got what's in that journal stuck in my head. Maybe I'll dream up a likely situation. But for now, I'm going to go to sleepy land. 

Chapter 5

The three weeks are up tomorrow. I managed to get out of Red's tent just barely in time that night I slept there. So far, he still doesn't know I'm here. I don't even think he suspects anything. I've had to take a few things from his camp but not many. I think the fishing pole, knife and sharpening stone are the only things he'd notice. I had to snoop thru his boxes too. I wanted one of his blank journals to write down my story. I took three cause he had an entire box full of them. That just made me more sure that he's made the move permanent. So far I've written down most of the things I've done and seen on this island. 

I've also read more in Red's journal. That blond cunt was really nasty to him on that last date, but that was just half of what she did to him. I read that he was originally going to leave for the island on the morning he actually got here cause it's about a 12 hour sail from where he was, but something happened to change his mind and make him leave a day early. The cunt knew another girl he'd dated a couple of times; one of the girls that giggled at him but went ahead and sucked him off. She didn't fuck him cause she said she liked really big cocks and his just wouldn't do her any good. He wrote that just as he started to cum, she whipped out her phone and took a picture of his cock spurting cum all over himself. He didn't think much of it till the day before he was scheduled to leave for the island. 

He didn't know that the cunt and the other girl had mutual friends and had even met a few times. He wrote that he thought they had started talking at a party about men they had both fucked and he became their topic of conversation. He wrote that he could just picture their conversation. It had very little talk and lots of giggling. The end result was that the other girl took out her phone and sent the picture of his cock spurting out all that spunk to the cunts' phone. She put it on the internet and used some picture program to put it side by side with the cock of a porn star right next to it. One of his female coworkers was giggling over the picture on her laptop during a break at their work on the day before he left for the island. He walked behind her just in time to see the picture of his cock right next to the porn star's. He was embarrassed all over again but this time he also got a little mad. 

He left work that day and went to his house to finish packing and hauling everything down to the sail boat that had been in the inheritance package with this island. The storm that had washed me ashore here had just blown through the town where he used to live. The winds were still a little high when he left. 

I can understand his frustration. I've had a couple of men tell me that I wasn't tight enough for them. They usually only liked virgins and only fucked them till they started to stretch some. I don't even know why they bothered to try to fuck me.

After Red wrote all that down in the journal I'm reading, he switched to writing stories. In the stories, he's always the main character, but it's a different Red than what I've seen on our island. In the stories, he always has the body of a semi-serious body builder, the cock of a porn star, and is about ten years younger than he really is. He doesn't say the actual age but I can guess it's close to thirty. He lets his story self's cock keep the curve, but he adds three inches to the length and a finger's width to the girth. The stories all follow basically the same plot, he notices some hot chick in some bar, club, even a department store once, and uses the perfect come-on line on her. He never writes what it is but it's different with every girl, and it always works. 

The girls in his stories are every coloration possible except platinum blond. He even put in a couple of light skinned black women and a few Latinas. The stories are good quality and well written, but are obviously aimed at male readers. I was turned on by the first few but after that they all started to blend together. 

I've been writing in the journals I took from Red's box of them for three weeks; since that night that I slept under the tent with him. I'm hoping that if he has a bad reaction to my being on the island that I can leave the journals where he'll find them and hopefully read them and be able to at least accept my being on the island with him. I really don't have anywhere else to go. A flood destroyed my life and I wasn't even supposed to be on that sailboat that went down in the storm. I'm hoping that he doesn't put me on his boat and take back to the mainland to just drop me off and leave me. I'm counting on him being the kind of man I've been watching for two months instead of the man that I've been reading about for three weeks. The stories about that man are good...but the story man is a player, and I'm hoping Red's actually a nice guy.

Almost dark. I walk down the steps from the upper pool of the hot spring and follow the stream out to the beach. I walk just inside the tree line on the little path that I've made in the months I've been here. Red likes to take his swim about half way between his camp and the spring. I get to his usual spot just in time to watch him take off those light, loose clothes and leave them above the waterline on the beach to walk down to the ocean and wade in. He has some kind of environmentally friendly soap that he washes with. He never lingers on his swim, but takes care of business and walks up the beach to the stream and follows it to the falls to rinse off. He will linger over that sometimes and I'm hoping he will tonight. 

It's been a long three weeks. I haven't been able to continue my seduction of Red because every time he falls asleep and starts to get hard something will wake him up. The chickens will got scared of a shadow and start squawking, a log snaps really loudly on the fire, or maybe he just wakes up. Even during the day, he hasn't been able to take care of himself because he's been hauling lumber off his boat and building a little shelter on one end of his clearing. I've had to hide several times when he's come up to the upper pool of the hot spring to soak his obviously tired and sore muscles. I think hurricane season must be getting close and that's the reason he's going to the trouble to build something sturdy instead of just relying on the tent. 




The Island



There were too many of them, and these were no random tribe pillagers. Unless a miracle occurred -- and by her past track record, that was unlikely- she was in big trouble. 

Lux flew through the trees, springing over obstacles, barely aware of the burn in her thighs and the pound of her heart -- she was used to this, it was her forte -- speed, stealth, survival. 

She knew the forests of this island, and several others close by, like the back of her hand. Better. You don't need to know the back of your hand to avoid rape, torture and death.

'This time, though, it might be game over..,' the grim little voice of reality in her head muttered.

She slipped behind a tree, hoping to throw them off, instinctively tuning acutely into the forest around her...every snap of a twig...rustle of a leaf...

No fast footfalls. 

They had stopped running when she had, so they were close. They were also very, very quiet -- as good as her. Trained. Well practised. 

To her left, she felt, rather than heard, the rush of air as he pounced, and she snapped round. 

Her arm deflected his, her knee came up to his groin, but he blocked. She was faster; but he was stronger, and one false move would leave her out cold...For a second all her concentration was aimed at this masked attacker, all her training rising up as she blocked and struck... too late, she heard a movement behind her.

Shit.

Almost as soon as she registered the noise, she felt the stinging jab of the hypodermic pierce through her leather suit and embed in her arm.

"Gotcha!" Hissed a voice behind her, as the forest blurred, and her legs gave way beneath her.

*** 

Her head throbbed. She kept her eyes closed, as noises and sensations slowly filtered into her foggy consciousness. Her wrists hurt...she wriggled one very subtly, and realized it was clamped down with steel, as were her ankles. She was manacled to some hard, flat surface... Her back hurt where her shoulder blades were forced down. 

She reined in the panic she automatically felt at being restrained. 

'Ok girl, focus. Where are you, who are they...' she thought, survival instinct kicking in.

It was loud...feet pounded above her head, male voices laughed, though she couldn't make out words. The hum of an engine. She could hear her own breathing in the dead space, only hers...

'I'm alone, in the cabin of a speedboat,' she realized suddenly, 'so we're leaving the island.'

That wasn't too surprising, most of the islands were connected by enough water to require a boat if you wanted to cross between them at any speed. She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious though, so she couldn't even guess at the distance -- from the hum of the engine they were going at some speed, so she supposed they were traveling some way. Not one of the local islands. Probably further than she'd ever been in her life. 

'None of this helps you much though...' The little grim mental voice chipped in, 'except the speed boat means money. And there's only really one tribe you know of with enough money, who might send out men who can fight with that stealth and agility...'

She shuddered. The Panthera.

She supposed they were bound to get hold of her eventually, since their men seemed to be roaming a greater area on the islands than ever...She just hoped they hadn't clocked the tattoo. 

'As long as they haven't,' she thought, 'I'm not instantly dead. Which is a start.'

The clank of the cabin door being opened, followed by footsteps on the stairs, interrupted her thoughts. She opted for 'playing dead' and kept her breathing regular and heavy. If they didn't suspect she'd come round, they might let something slip...

Someone sat down heavily on a bench to her right, another followed suit to her left. Presuming a man was still steering the boat, three altogether then?

The one to her left let out a low whistle. "Well man, looks like a productive night to me...this has got to be the best we've caught yet, right?"

The second guy chuckled. "Yep, she's a stunner. Should make them happy back at the city."

Lux groaned internally. Great, a trip to the Panthera city...heart of the frying pan.

Guy number one was moving, she felt his knees hit the floor to her side. Suddenly, she felt the zip of her leather suit being pulled. 

Shit.

"Whoa, watch how you go, you know she's probably set for higher circle..." The second guy started, though he sounded more amused than worried. 

Guy number one had her suit unzipped to below her navel. She wore nothing under the leather, it was fairly rigid and very streamlined -- there was no point. That was one reason...also, her way of life left little room or opportunity for high fashion and silk lingerie. 

Lux fought to stay relaxed...oh, how she'd like to kick these guy's asses straight to hell. No chance trussed up like this though... She reminded herself that she was less fun to them unconscious, and prayed they just wanted a good perv. She could deal with that. 

'You can, and have, dealt with much more than that...'her inner voice reminded her. She was hoping she wasn't going to have to relive any of her fun past, but this was dangerous territory. She also had no idea what the 'higher circle' was, but she knew how the Panthera worked -- and it wasn't in women's favour. 

She felt cool air hit her breasts, and her traitorous nipples tighten in response. Guy number one groaned.

"Look at that man....She gets better and better...."

Guy number two started to sound a bit stressed. 

"Jarel, if you're going to screw her, at least blindfold her first...It wasn't a high dose of sedative, and you sure as hell don't want this one recognising you later..."

Lux grinned inwardly. Jarel, eh? One to chalk up on her mental blackboard of people to pay back.

Guy number one snorted. "Like anyone would haul me up for it. King himself would rape her ass if he were me, I reckon..."

"Sure, he wouldn't give a shit... unless he personally takes a shine to her, in which case you'd be a dead man. Slow and painful. As for Prince F...." Guy two muttered, ominously.

Guy one sighed and Lux tried to stifle the huge breath she released as she felt her zip being tugged back up.

"Jesus, you sure know how to suck the fun out of a good hunt,' Grumbled guy one as he moved back to his seat. "Prince Felis frankly scares the shit out of me. I mean, at the ceremony when he joined the court, I swear the guy looked bored. The biggest fucking privilege there is, the only time he gets to touch the King's own first consort, and he looks like he couldn't give a toss."

Number two mumbled agreement.

"I mean...Would you look bored if Lara was sucking you off? The hottest, most untouchable girl in the city? Public ritual or not, don't think I would. And other times, the guy looks like he wants to rip heads off. Swear I've seen the King himself look scared of him..." Jarel continued ranting.

The noise of the engine dropped to a lower tone. They were pulling up to land.

"Christ Jarel, shut up. We're there," guy two hissed.

The engine died and more footsteps approached into the cabin. A new voice speaking in lowered tones broke the silence.

"She still out? Lucky. Have you cleaned her up? This one might go high..." 

"We didn't fucking touch her. No cleaning needed." Jarel retorted shirtily.

Lux felt a little nauseous, wondering how many of the girls they brought over needed 'cleaning up'. She didn't know why she was lucky, but this 'higher circle' business was clearly in her favour...for now. 

Her head was being lifted, and she felt fabric slide over her face. She was being blindfolded. With a clank, the manacles were released, but something metal still bound her wrists and ankles together. She was swung suddenly over a solid shoulder, momentarily winding her, and she bit her lip so as not to cry out.

The feet below were pounding on planking. A jetty? Then they were muffled. The blood ran to her head and pounded in her ears, and she lost count of the steps below her. 

Finally, there was a swishing sound, and they must have entered an enclosed space, because the steps reverberated around them with an echo.

"Nice work guys. I'll go summon the Doctor, she'll need the entrance checks," one guy said -- she thought number three. Then there was another swish, then only two sets of footsteps proceeded.

Finally, another swish -- doors? -- and they changed direction. Several more pauses and swishes -- definitely doors -- and guy two spoke up.

"Drop her on the table; he'll be on his way. I'm bloody starving."

She was unceremoniously swung limply down from the shoulder and her backside hit cold metal. The rest of her followed, and the guy carrying her -- must be Jared, she thought -- leaned in. She felt a warm hand briefly squeeze her breast.

"See you later sweetheart.." He breathed into her ear hotly. 

The temptation to bring her cuffed fists up to where she guessed his face was was overwhelming, but sense told her she'd get nowhere for it. The footsteps moved away and were muffled behind another swish. 

*** 

The chill of the table was eating into her bones by the time she heard more footsteps approach. She couldn't distinguish between these and the last ones. Her bladder was uncomfortably full now, and she squirmed a little.

The footsteps got to her side then stopped. 

"Sorry for the wait." Said a male voice above her, conversationally, as if it were perfectly natural that she was handcuffed and lying on a metal table. "I have to perform a few medical checks on you." 

Lux repressed the urge to laugh out loud. For the first time in hours, she spoke, her low musical voice dripping with derision. "Oh, go ahead, please - don't let me stop you."

The man she supposed must be the Doctor went on as though she hadn't spoken. "I would normally untie you, but I hear you're quite the fighter. So I'll be working around the cuffs. I imagine you need to relieve yourself, so a maid will help you when I'm done. I'd appreciate it if you refrain from struggling, it won't stop me, just prolong everything."

Lux said nothing. At least she couldn't argue with the part about relieving herself, it was starting to hurt.

"What's your name."

"Lux." She replied. It wasn't her birth name. He could have it. She heard the scratch of pen on paper.

"Sir name?" he questioned.

"None." It was a fair enough answer, there were plenty of tribes and rebels on the islands who didn't use one -- and she hadn't used hers for years.

She heard him stepping round the table. Suddenly she felt hands at the zip of her suit. Christ, not again. He pulled the zip down quickly, right down to where it passed between her legs, and carried on. Lux clenched her teeth, at least he seemed to be being detached and professional... Cold hands brushed her skin as the suit was peeled back from her shoulders and down the tops of her arms. 

Her entire naked front exposed, Lux detached her mind from her own sense of humiliation and stared into space beneath the blindfold. She still wasn't sure if not being able to see the man staring at you was better or worse.

There was a clink as the Doctor picked something up. Suddenly, another sharp, cold pain hit the muscle of her right upper arm. What am I, a pincushion? Lux thought, as the second hypodermic of the evening dispensed a cold, stinging liquid. She waited for drowsiness to hit her, but nothing happened.

What then? She wondered. Vaccinating her against some disease? Only these guys could afford to vaccinate everyone they kidnapped...

Her attention was grabbed back as the Doctor moved toward her feet, and she suddenly felt cold fingers, encased in what felt like rubber, parting the folds of her pussy. She sucked a sharp breath in between her teeth.

But the touch was still clinical. One gloved hand pushed her knees further apart, and she heard the sound of something else being picked up. 

Suddenly, something cold and hard and relatively wide pressed against her opening. With a twist, it thrust inside her, widened, and she suppressed a gasp at the discomfort. The doctor's hand left her folds, and she felt something push deep up inside her channel. A swab, she thought. They're testing I'm clean. 

For a second she was relived, then she realised it was only confirming her fears about the reasons for her presence in the city. 

'Well, at least you get a free-- in some respects, at least - health check out of it...' she thought grimly. Hadn't had one of those since...well, since the Panthera rendered her brutally alone. For the second time.They certainly owed her.

Finally, the speculum was removed, and after yet again attacking her arm with a needle, this time for longer -- to take blood, she guessed... he zipped her suit back up. Lux breathed out. 

"Right, I'll take you to a maid who will help you from here. I'm afraid you'll be in a clinical isolation cell tonight until the tests come back, not the most comfortable, but that's protocol." 

Lux was about to retort about the quality of hospitality so far, but at that moment she was lifted bodily from the table. 'Looks like even the Panthera science buffs have muscle...'she thought with a sigh. 

Two sets of doors and a corridor - from what she could determine -- later, and Lux was deposited on a chair. She heard the doctor's steps retreating as a new set of footsteps approached, softer and accompanied by a swish that she guessed were skirts.

"I'll help you to your room," a softer, female voice beside her broke the silence "Do you need to relieve yourself first?" "Yes," Lux replied curtly. She was too desperate and fed up to even feel humiliated by the loss of dignity as the maid had to help her use the toilet, blindfolded and bound as she was.

The maid released her legs to allow her to walk, but Lux knew there would be little point in trying to fight or escape. Even if she managed to unbind her wrists, she doubted she had a chance of getting out of the building before the Panthera muscle descended and caught her ass. 

The maid remained silent for their short walk. Finally, Lux heard a series of electronic bleeps, and a swish -- they clearly took security seriously around here -- and the maid led her into a small space, to what felt like a low, hard bed. The blindfold was good at obscuring most light, but she could tell the light level had dropped to a dim glow.

"I know it's not the most comfortable, and I'm sorry I can't let you see..." she almost echoed the doctor as she leaned over Lux, reaching for something that made a metallic rattle, "...but it's not for very long. Just until morning. Once they've checked you out, you'll find out how wonderful it can be here." 

She sounded genuinely enthusiastic, and again Lux resisted the urge to laugh. Do they brainwash the women here? She didn't think 'wonderful' was a description she would ever use for the Panthera lair, no matter what lay behind more of those automatic doors. 

The pinch of yet more steel, around each ankle, broke her train of thought. Another two were added to her wrists. How many chains were necessary? 

At that moment though, the manacles binding her wrists together in front of her were released. She was now chained to the corners of the bed by each arm and leg, but at least she could move enough that her limbs would not go dead. Sadly, she still couldn't raise her arms enough to remove the blindfold.

"There now, I hope you get some sleep. Tomorrow things will get easier. Goodnight." The lady with the skirts moved away from her, and Lux head her punch in the code for the door to leave.

Suddenly Lux felt an unfamiliar and unwelcome twinge of fear. She was tough, but completely alone and vulnerable, not to mention in waaay over her head. She felt strangely grateful to this one person who had at least treated her decently and appeared to give a shit...

"Hey -- thanks..." She called, and the swish of skirts paused in response, "...thanks for treating me with some decency." She added, in a low voice. The swish of skirts came towards her a few steps.

"You're welcome," The girl replied warmly. Lux guessed from her light voice she couldn't be much older than her early twenties at the most. "As I said, it will get easier. They do respect us here, we have an important role. But they have to be careful at first, with newcomers - its dangerous out there -- I guess you probably know." She paused thoughtfully.

"Respect who.., women?" Lux retorted cynically. "I was under the impression that the Panthera enslaved women. I find it hard to see where respect comes in to that..."

"Oh no," The girl interrupted her, "It's not like that. At least, It may seem like that now, but you've not seen how it works. It's beautiful here. It's secure, and we are looked after. We help to keep the balance, and the peace -- it's a city of pleasure, but it has rules and structure." The girl stopped her enthusing abruptly, as if aware she should not be discussing any more with a prisoner.

"Were you born here?" Lux prompted, trying to uncover more information.

"I really shouldn't be talking to you like this until you are released. But I'm sure you will be. No, I was not born here. Many are, but some -- girls especially -- are still brought in from outside, like yourself. I was also brought in, many years ago... I must go now. Goodnight." With that, she turned and the code was re-entered followed by the swish of the door. 

Lux followed the sound of the girl's steps down the corridor, before the closing door cut them off.

Well, that was interesting, she mused. She had always known the Panthera were powerful, but she was starting to think she had no appreciation of how powerful. Most of the other tribes on the island were gone now, but even the most advanced, the ones who managed to gain some technology, looked primitive compared to the set up on this island. And that was just what she'd learnt so far...blind folded and in the medical entrance process. God knows what tomorrow would show her.

Lux felt oddly intrigued at the thought... The Panthera may be her enemy, but the idea that anyone could create order from the chaos of the islands, and command enslaved women, stolen from their homes, to love them -- well, credit where it's due, that was no small feat. It would be interesting to observe. 

She was exhausted, but there was too much to process. What to do now. 

She had been dying for a chance to get revenge on the Panthera since she was seven years old. Becoming their captive had never been part of the plan -- but now she was here, it struck her that it may be the only way to infiltrate the city at all. Perhaps this could be seen as an opportunity.

Which left one option - to comply with their wishes. 

Lux grimaced. She didn't know if she was that good an actress...She had no idea what was in store for her, but she was not accustomed to serving men. This was clearly going to be the test of her life, but if she managed to create waves, to take down anyone or thing important to these bastards, it was worth it -- worth dying for. 

It really was all she was living for, anyway.

Plus...she mused....there were a couple of evil bastards in here or her mental 'payback blackboard' who had been living the highlife for far too long. 'Just call me karma,' she grinned to herself.

She spent the next hour imagining the brutal methods of payback she would dispense to the men who had haunted her for years.

*** Time was passing very slowly. She still couldn't sleep, she wasn't used to letting sleep win when she felt this vulnerable. She was still running through plans and scenarios when she heard approaching footsteps in the corridor.

No swish of skirts, and this step was heavier. 

She was instantly on guard. She told herself to calm down -- this corridor could lead anywhere, they could be going to any number of places -- and she was behind a locked door. Which might count for something.




The Island



Still, she wasn't surprised when the steps paused outside. The beeping of the combination followed, muffled -- someone was trying to be quiet. 

This quietness was what disturbed her the most -- it had the threatening ring of stealth. Since the chat between the guys on the boat earlier, she had the odd impression that she held some trump card -- something was certainly preventing the worst happening to her at every turn. This 'higher circle' thing. 

She suspected it was to do with her unusually appearance -- she had viewed her striking face and good figure as nothing but a curse in the past; attracting attention was usually not a good thing for her. But here it seemed it was worth something.

The door opened with that all too familiar swish, then closed again. She was alone in the room with someone.

Chist, she wished she could see. She decided that head on confrontation was the quickest way to tackle this.

"Hello?" She called out, in as controlled a voice as possible. It was hard to command power when you were chained and blindfolded on a bed.

No response. Not good.

"Not going to introduce yourself? Well that's just rude..." She drawled, listening for his breathing, the rustle of clothing. He was standing a foot away from her, not moving. She heard a very quiet chuckle. Not enough to identify him by....was it Jarel, back as promised? She stopped trying to guess. This could be anyone, anyone who knew the code.

The faint glow of light through the blindfold flickered as she felt him lean over her. Instinctively, she brought her loosely chained fist up to where his stomach should be. A firm, cold hand caught her wrist before she made contact.

His other hand restrained her right arm, and she felt him lean in, until his cheek brushed hers, his breath on her ear.

"Now now..." he breathed, "As much as I'd love to watch you struggle, we can't have you hurting yourself..."

"Get your hands off me!" She hissed back, but another whispered chuckle was her only response. Whoever this was, he was being very careful -- he knew she couldn't tell his voice if he whispered, and he was giving nothing away. 

She could feel his mouth brush her ear. Suddenly, he captured her ear lobe between his lips, running his tongue along its edge. 

Lux kicked her legs and thrashed her head towards him, and abruptly he drew back and let go. He took two steps back, and she heard him rustling with fabric, and the tearing of packaging. She lay still and concentrated on breathing. She had the distinct feeling this was only going to get worse.

A step back towards her, and a hand clamped around her arm, holding it down to the bed. She let out a hiss of surprise and pain as for the third time that evening, a needle pierced her arm, followed by the cold sting of fluid. Was he knocking her out again? She hoped he was. Not being conscious would be preferable during whatever he was going to do with her, and it made sense if he wanted no struggle. 'No bruising...' the little voice in her head suggested. 'He doesn't want to leave any bruising...'

Instead of the fuzzy drift out of consciousness, Lux became aware of a tingling warmth spreading first through her arm, followed by her other arm, then legs...it was then that she realised she was completely alert, but could not lift a finger. Panic rose in her gut.

"Just a little muscle relaxant..." He whispered from above her. "You'll find you can't speak, which is a shame, I'd prefer it if you could...I might have knocked you out, but then, I wouldn't want you to miss this..." He ran his index finger along her lips, then traced her jawline and throat. Finally his fingers rested at the hollow of her throat, and his other hand began to draw down the zip of her suit.

'The sick, evil bastard,' Lux thought. Rage filled her as he drew the zip down further, agonizingly slowly, down between her legs -- never touching her skin. As he pulled the sides of leather apart, exposing her entire torso to him, she mentally detached. What had she expected when they caught her?

He could do what he liked to her body, as others had before, but her mind was her own. This bastard wasn't going to break her.

He stood for a moment, just drinking in her pale milky skin, her figure. She was curvy, but slim and toned from years of physical exercise. Her breasts were pert and rounded, not large but beautiful, with taut rose nipples. She knew his eyes would travel down, over her firm stomach, to the neat triangle of black hair framing her mound.

The blindfold and paralysis left her hyper aware of every sensation, and she tried not to gasp as his fingers lightly began to trace her skin, first around each breast in circular movements, then inwards until his finger circled a nipple. Suddenly, he pinched the taut peak, inducing a jolt of pain. He repeated the action on her other nipple. 

Even in this twisted situation, the pain brought a twinge of pleasure with it, an excitement that lingered in Lux's body. It did not concern her, she had learnt years ago that her body was a eagerly responsive traitor, that did not discriminate between men and circumstances. She had also learnt to control it well, she could hold off a climax until she passed out if necessary. Mind over matter.

Lux could hear his breathing becoming ragged as his fingers trailed down over her abdomen. She felt him kneel down at her side, and leaning over her he took her left nipple between his teeth, sucking and tugging, as his right hand trailed towards her mound, combing through the hair there before he slid his whole hand over her sex, rubbing up and down. 

He released her breast and moved his mouth over hers, running his tongue over her closed lips, prising them apart. As he pushed his tongue between her lips, probing her mouth, he pressed a finger between her folds, rubbing her clit lightly. She was glad of her self control, despite his taunting, she was not too moist.

He shifted now so that he was on his knees between hers, forcing her left leg out as high as the chains would allow, still with one hand between her legs and his mouth lowered to hers.

Releasing her mouth, he thrust two fingers up inside her hole. She gasped at the intrusion, and he growled in arousal, as he began to finger her cunt roughly.

She felt the bed shift as he rose up, and began to unzip his pants with his free hand. His hands temporarily left her, then he lowered onto her.

Lux could feel the whole of his hard torso pressed into her, his shirt open, her bare breasts pressed against his chest. He shifted up and his shaft slid up her leg, the head of his cock stopped pressed threateningly against the opening of her pussy. 

He brought his fingers up to her lips and pushed two into her mouth, rubbing them against her tongue, and she could taste herself.

Very slowly, he began to move his hips, rubbing his shaft along her slit.

"I hope you do become whore to the King, or Prince, my lovely..." He whispered, "That way every time I pass you, or him, and at every ceremony, I can think to myself 'I fucked that tight little cunt'."

With that, he thrust his cock deep inside her. Lux made no sound as he began to pound deep into her. She was unprepared, it had been a long time since she had been with a man and it hurt, but she refused to turn him on further by making a sound. She imagined she were back on the island, her island. 

Anywhere but here, with him.

He took her brutally, but very quickly she could tell he was close. His breathing was laboured, and she felt his cock swell inside her. Finally, with a grunt, he pulled out of her, and she felt his warm seed splatter across her stomach and breasts, again and again until he was spent. 

He shifted up her, and she smelt her musky scent mixed with his as he brought his crotch up to her face. She felt his slick, softening cock on her lips, as he pushed it into her mouth, wiping the tip on her tongue. Lux fought the urge to be sick as she was overwhelmed by his smell and bitter taste.

When his breathing settled, he moved off her, pulling out off her mouth, and Lux heard his zip being drawn. Next, he mopped her chest and stomach with a cold, damp cloth, before zipping her suit back up.

Cleaning up the evidence, Lux thought grimly. She had begun to get some movement back in her hands, and she finally seemed to have control of her lips. He had timed this well.

Finally, the man turned and without another word, tapped in the combination and left the room.

"Big mistake." Lux declared loudly to the empty room. 

Her revenge list was getting longer by the day, but she had no doubt she could find this one. In time. She was going to enjoy destroying that bastard, him, and anyone else who wanted to play.

She just needed to be patient...



The Island



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Jerry needed to get away and what better place then Fisher Island. Fisher Island is the perfect little getaway just minutes from Miami. Mary was looking forward to spending four days on the island. At the last minute they decided to ask Shannon to come with them. After all, Shannon was alone this weekend, and worse yet, was the fact that Shannon lost her job on Monday.

Everyone arrived at the marina on time and having thirty minutes to kill, decided to grab a drink at the marina bar before the ferry took off. Walking up to the bar they noticed that the seas were a little rough and Jerry did his best to comfort the women. He knew that the ferry would only be exposed to rough water for less than ten minutes.

The air was chilly enough to give him notice that both women were erect and showing though. He pondered for a moment about which lady had the sexier pokies, Mary with her 36c's, or Shannon with her 34d's? Both women were sexy in their own way. Mary had sexy curves, her curly jet black hair was six inches down past her shoulders while Shannon was more athletic with shoulder length hair with a brownish red hue sheen. Still, both women had great breasts fueling hopes that he might get lucky enough to land them both in bed together. Is there anything sexier than being in bed with two women? He pondered the thought until he felt his cock begin to swell. 

Once in the bar, he ordered the ladies two glasses of wine, taking a soda water with a twist for himself. Shannon was filled with questions about the island. She acted like a little girl going on her first sleepover, though they have been friends for years. Jerry checked his watch and informed the girls that it was time to head over to the ferry.

This was the first time that Shannon had been on a ferry. With their clothes and supplies already on the island, both Jerry and Mary helped Shannon with her luggage. The only thing Jerry had to worry about was a cooler on wheels with food for the weekend. 

Though the Atlantic was angry, the ferry ride was comfortable. Once on the island, Jerry walked over to the garage and drove his golf cart out. They quickly loaded up the golf cart and started off towards the house.

All of the houses looked very contemporary and very expensive. Shannon started to make up little stories about each owner and talked about how stuffy they were. Jerry and Mary's house is one of the few homes built by a North Eastern builder and showed different lines. The house was more like one you would find in the Hamptons.

Once out at the house, they put everything down while Jerry and Mary ran around to get the house ready. With a push of a button the hurricane shutters rolled up and Mary returned with a bottle of champagne. Jerry popped the cork and poured two glasses for the girls. They toasted and then Mary offered to give Shannon a tour of the house. Jerry busied himself with her bags, taking them to her room. 

Mary placed her hand on Shannon's wrist, "If you need anything just ask. Also if this is too cold for you we can turn on the heat?"

Shannon said that she was fine and assured her she would ask if she needed anything. 

They came back down to the kitchen and noticed it was seven at night. No one felt like cooking let alone cleaning so Jerry called the resort and had them deliver dinner. The girls enjoyed the rest of the champagne. Mary did her best to comfort Shannon and the girls talked about what Shannon should do next.

Thirty minutes later the food came. Jerry decanted some red wine for the girls and they sat down at the kitchen table. After dinner, the girls kept on talking and planning while they finished the bottle of wine. Mary was spent and at ten o'clock she announced that she would be going to bed. Shannon said she was spent also and went up to her room. Jerry however wasn't ready to call it a night just yet and went off to the great room to find a movie to watch.

Jerry was just settling in when he looked up and noticed Shannon walking down the stairs. He was excited when he noticed what she was wearing. Her short shorts could almost pass for boy short panties while her camisole highlighted her curves. Though a little disappointed by her bra lines, he was pleased to see the cold night air had provided him with a rather lascivious view of her pronounced nipples. 

Shannon smiled, "Hey."

"Hey. Can't sleep?"

"No. I'm so glad that you invited me to come out here with you. I've never knew about this or the other island out here. They are so beautiful."

"Thank you and your welcome," He tossed aside the blanket covering him then stood up. "Care to watch this movie with me?"

Shannon walked over and gave him a hug, moving into his arms things felt a little different. She felt very safe and comfortable, so much so, that getting closer to him wouldn't be too hard for her to imagine. 

She smiled, "Sure. I'd love to join you. 

He sat back down and patted the sofa, "Yeah, can you believe how cold this winter has been?"

"No, it's like I'm back up in Buffalo."

"Nuts." Jerry looked up and noticed that Shannon was still wearing her bra. "Isn't it a pain in the butt sleeping with your bra on?"

"Oh," Shannon took a moment to think about what he just asked her. She wasn't sure where he would go with it, "I need to support as I'm getting older." Shannon cupped her breasts. "I'm starting to drop a little."

"Well, I don't agree and think that the girls are freaking awesome. I say take it off, after all this is my late night movie rule."

"Fine," Shannon slapped his shoulder, "Then you take it off." Shannon leaded forward to tease him.

With a quick movement he was able to reach behind her and unclip her bra.

"Damn, that was quick."

"Well, thank you, but after all I'm a professional."

Shannon looked at Jerry and waited for him. Shannon's body had started to come alive and tonight was the perfect night to push some limits. She always found him sexy and wanted to feel his tight muscular body. Jerry was nothing like her boyfriend Taylor, who had let himself go. Not that Taylor had the time, after all his startup was consuming at least sixty hours a week.

Jerry wasn't sure why Shannon was looking at him, "What's up?"

Shannon looked down at her breasts, "Well, are you going to take it off?"

Jerry had a mischievous look on his face, "Of course." Jerry moved closer to lift up her camisole. He thought for sure she would stop him, but she didn't. 

He watched as she pulled her arms out of the straps of the bra. He loved the soft curve of the side of her breast, but more importantly Jerry loved seeing her hard nipples. Granted, this was due to the cold air, but he still loved looking at a woman's hard nipples. Jerry has had a crush on Shannon from the day that he met her and now her breasts were inches from his face. In his heightened state he hoped she might notice the lengthy swell of his aroused cock. 

Once she was out of her bra, Jerry smiled, "Nice." After all he had just seen most of her breasts. Hopefully there would be more soon.

Shannon smiled, "Thanks."

They moved back under the covers. Shannon enjoyed feeling his body heat but desperately wanted to feel his body on top of hers.

"That wasn't the first time you saw them."

They settled into the sofa with Shannon laying in front of him. They both snuggled under the covers.

"I know but I just love seeing them."

Shannon took a deep breath, "You know normally when I remove my bra sometimes the girls need a little massage."

Jerry took that as a queue. Before she could finish her sentence, his hand was moving under her camisole. Shannon offered no resistance while waiting to enjoy how he touched her. Over the past two years he had felt her up before in the pool but never this close or intimate. She wasn't disappointed, if anything his touching her started to frustrate her. He was careful to avoid touching her nipples directly, which only made her want him to touch them more. She could feel her pussy come alive as her clit started to throb. In a few moments she knew that her pussy would be aching to be filled. Shannon started to ponder if he would go down on her, after all oral sex wasn't cheating, right?

Shannon took a deep breath as waves of pleasure raced though her body; Jerry knew just how to touch her to bring her body alive. She could feel all her lady parts becoming awake and demanding attention.

Jerry couldn't hide the fact that he was very aroused. No matter what he did, every time she moved, her body would press into his hard on. Oh how he tried to keep his erect cock away from her, but this became futile once Shannon started to press her ass into him. He couldn't keep the mental image or the feeling of his rigid cock spreading her lips and sliding deep into her heat. 

"I guess you do like my girls." Shannon reached for his hand then guided it to her breasts making sure his fingers rested on her nipples. "See they are just tits." She left his hand there.

When she pressed herself back into him she decided to take it up a level. This was her turn to try and tease him. She could feel his arousal and wanted to torment him till he ripped her shorts off.

Shannon tried to find her softest sexiest voice, "Now this is a great way to watch movie."

"Hum."

For the next hour they teased each other. Jerry toyed with her nipples and breasts, being careful to not rub her raw. With ten minutes left to the movie Shannon reached behind her back and grabbed him. Her hand brushed against his cock, sending shockwaves through her body. She didn't mean to do that, but was unable to move her hand away. Shannon liked feeling his thick shaft, with her body alive she started to wonder how that would feel in her.

"Thought you were going soft on me," she gave him a gentle squeeze.

Shannon kept on teasing him just like he had been doing to her. She loved the rush from holding a hard cock in her hands and that is when she decided to slip her hand under his shorts, allowing her bare hand to touch the warm tight skin of his cock. She loved holding him, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft. When she squeezed, his cock twitched, which told her that he was all hers.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing more than what you are doing to me."

His voice was flustered, "Ah, I don't think that this is fair." Needless to say that he didn't want to stop.

Shannon knew she really had him now, "Why so?" She waited to play this one out. Did he want this to stop; because there was no way that Shannon wanted this to end.

With her hand down his shorts she desperately wanted to scream, "Rip off my shorts." But was afraid he would think she was a slut. He couldn't stop yet; she gave him a squeeze while feeling the length of his long shaft. If Jerry wanted to stop Shannon knew that she would have to finish on her own and the only thing she wanted right now was him inside her body. Shannon 's clit started to throb even more while she enjoyed feeling his ridged cock with more thoughts on how he good he will feel in her.

Jerry looked her over and monitored the way she was breathing. The final clue was the way her hips where rocking, basically mimicking being on top. His hands moved to her hips, slowly he slipped his hand under the elastic band of her shorts. When her breathing quickened he started to pull her shorts and thong over her hips and down her legs. Shannon helped by lifting up her body and then kicking off her shorts to the floor. 

Now she lay next to him vulnerable and exposed.

Shannon took a deep breath then slid over onto her back. She wanted him to have access. Even though she squirmed around, her fingers never let go of his cock.

A rush of hormones flooded Jerry's body thinking about this dance with Shannon. Having her on her back told him that she wanted to push the envelope farther. When Shannon opened her legs exposing her pussy to him, it took everything in him not to shoot a thick stream of cum on her belly. 

Jerry reached out to touch her face, chin, and then to tease her breasts by making small circles around her areolas while being careful not to touch her nipple. When he finally touched her nipples Shannon's body shook like a mini orgasm just ripped though her body. While watching her reaction he started to move his hand again, down to her stomach and then to her right thigh. He quickly discovered that her pussy was freshly shaven. He loved the way a shaved pussy looked, but loved the way a pussy tasted even more. He had to taste her, make her cum while looking up at her, and then sinking his cock deep into her body after giving her an orgasm from his tongue. Then he could share her taste with Shannon.

Slowly, his hand found her pussy, and Shannon was soaked. Jerry's wife didn't shave her pussy and he liked how Shannon's pussy felt. The way Shannon's lips were so smooth and slick from her arousal. His fingers danced over her wet swollen lips. Oh how he wanted to plunge his cock deep into her, and by the way she was holding him told him that she was wanting that also.

Shannon's heat radiated out from her pussy. 

He knew that he was about to cross the line by feeling her where only a few men and a few ladies might have. Slowly his finger slid over her wet clit, between her lips, till he reached her hungry wet opening. Shannon moaned as his fingers rimmed the opening to her sex. Carefully he worked his index finger into her wetness. The folds of her pussy were well lubricated and even with that wetness he could feel her fire. When he pulled his finger out he quickly moved his finger up to his mouth. 

Jerry had to taste her. She tasted better than the sweetest dessert.

Shannon grabbed his wrist, "I want a taste." With her hand still on his wrist he went down to her pussy to dip his fingers then brought his wet fingertips to her mouth. Shannon licked his fingers and made sure that he enjoyed the show.

This time he guided his middle and ring finger to her pussy. He wanted to feel how much she could take. Her wetness allowed his two fingers to slip deep into her body.

All he could think about was the rush from slipping his cock into her. The past few years of flirting with her and now he was about to enjoy his dessert.

Shannon reached down to grab his wrist, "What are we going to do?"

Jerry didn't say a word. She still was squeezing his cock with her other hand.

It was now or never for Shannon, "You better fuck me now before I soak the couch." Shannon let go of him then quickly stripped him out of his shorts.

Jerry took a deep breath, it was no or never. A new wave of hormones rushed through his body almost pushing him over the edge. He had never been so aroused before, never wanted a woman so badly before.

His next move was to pull her on top of him. Shannon let out a little scream as she was totally caught off guard. Once she was on top of him, she went for the kill. She moved her body to position herself over him, till the tip of his cock started to probe her. Gently, she moved her body over him so that her wet lips coated his hard shaft. She wanted to tease him a little before she took him in. After all he had been teasing her all night.

The only thought in Shannon's mind was having him. She wanted to rock his world, to show him what a skilled lover she was.

Shannon pulled up and wanted to kiss him. She loved kissing and to have a man's tongue in her mouth as his cock slipped into her body for the first time.

Not able to wait any longer, Shannon leaned to kiss him. The kiss quickly turned passionate. Her own orgasm was now building in her body just from the teasing. Quietly and involuntary she started to moan, then her moan turned guttural as he trusted his hips forward, stuffing his cock into her. That empty void feeling was gone as soft folds of her pussy gripped around his hard cock.

Shannon was slammed down hard into the sofa and the weight of Jerry pushed her further in. She gasped into his mouth as his cock slipped deeper into her pussy than any man had before. The rush of the sudden action set her over the edge and released a powerful orgasm.

At this moment Shannon didn't think about her boyfriend or if he was with another woman. She was enjoying her fill. With her orgasm coming to an end, all she could think about was having another.

Jerry wanted to slam his hard cock deep into Shannon. He reached around to lift her up. His cock slipped out of her and felt cold being all wet from Shannon. Using his strength, he turned her around to slip her on her stomach, in a cat like move, spun around her, then guided himself back into her. No romance, no foreplay, he just rammed all of himself into her which caused Shannon to moan. She loved being taken, and used for a man's pleasure. Her body craved this and loved being submissive to him. 

With each thrust he pushed her body deep into the leather sofa. She could feel her orgasm building again. 

"Flip me over, I want to watch you do me."

By the little light TV was emitting she could watch his muscles flexing as he did her. She loved how strong his shoulders were and really loved watching his six pack flexing as he drilled her. She knew that this wasn't going to be a onetime deal, that her body was his whenever he wanted and just in case he didn't ask, she would for him! 

Shannon loved watching his muscles flexing as he did her. She knew that with each flex he would be giving her pleasure. Oh, how sexy his hard body looked and it was all hers. She loved feeling him deep in her body.

Her second orgasm hit her with the power of an approaching freight train. Her eyes flickered in her head as waves of pleasure exploded in her body.

"That's it, cum in me!" Shannon started to run her hands up his side, teasing him by digging her nails in a little. "I want to feel you cum in me."

Shannon watched his expression change and then his eyes closed. She knew with that final thrust he was cumming. His cock was deep in her when the mushroom tip head expanded to shoot his cum into her. Her pussy felt hot from his thick cum. Then he pulled out a little and thrusted again, shooting a couple more streams of cum into her. She didn't care, she wanted to feel him, to watch him cum. She wanted to give him that pleasure.

Jerry collapsed on top of her. His cock still buried deep in her. Shannon enjoyed having him in her still, even though he started to soften. He stayed in her for another couple of minutes till he was soft enough to slip out of her. She tried desperately to keep him in her, but he slipped out between her overly wet lips. Shannon knew she was soaked from her own arousal and his cum.

Shannon broke the silence, "that was amazing."

Jerry smiled, "Yeah, guess all these years of sexual tension really heated things up."

"I've never been fucked like that before. Promise me that this won't be the last time."

"What about Taylor?"

She chuckled, "What about your wife?"

"Touché."

"Well, I won't tell if you won't. I'm serious." Shannon grabbed his chin with her left hand to look him into the eyes, "I don't want this to be the last time."




The Island



Good things happen when you least expect them. Take last Wednesday for example. Nothing good usually happens on a Wednesday, it's the middle of the week, and most people are working their asses off. Lucky me, I was off. Of course, I had worked forty-one days straight before I got a week off; Wednesday was just the third day I had been home. 

It started out fair, I had ordered a canopy top for my boat, and UPS delivered it early. After that it went down hill rather quickly. Nothing about the top seemed to fit. After a couple of hours and much cussing, I was on the verge of calling the manufacturer and venting a bunch of frustration on someone. Instead, I took a break and went to refill my coffee cup. 

With fresh coffee, I sat down on the porch and read through the directions one more time. Yeah, it was the same thing I had read fifteen times before, but this time I noticed that the writing didn't match what the picture showed. Suddenly the whole thing made sense.

After that, the top went on smoothly and ended up being a simple job. It raised and lowered with ease and seemed to be tight and secure. Now to test it out on the lake, which sounded like a fishing trip to me.

*****

That's how I ended up, sitting at the bar at The Beach Combers, eating a cheeseburger, and drinking a beer, with the boat down at the dock. Oh, the top worked beautifully, and did a great job of keeping me cool and in the shade, while I drift fished for catfish. It was a beautiful sunny day, with a light breeze and very few people on the lake. 

The problem was that the fish had lockjaw or were out of town visiting relatives or something. Three hours and not even a bite, I can usually catch fish on this lake year round, I live here after all. I was hungry so why weren't the fish. 

Even the bar was dead. Other than the bartender and the cook, I was the only one there. For four in the afternoon, this was very unusual. When I asked the bartender about it, she told me, they were doing road repairs on both roads leading into this area. She said there wouldn't be anyone at all here until after five, when the construction crews knocked off for the day.

I finished my beer and went to the rest room. Back at the bar, I had talked myself out of having another beer and was about to leave when the front door opened. This is where the day became even better. A good friend of mine, and his wife walked in and with them was an old friend of mine, someone I hadn't seen in years. 

Tina is short, just five feet tall and she weights a little less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, but she is built like a little brick outhouse, all curves, and feminine charms. 

We'd had a short romance once, a long time ago, but something just didn't click and we parted company as friends. She's quite a bit younger than me and she was into partying when we had been together. My partying days had been behind me a good number of years and it caused problems between us. I wanted to stay home and relax and she wanted to hit the clubs until closing time. 

She was talking to Ann, my friend's wife, as they came in the door. I said, "Hello Ed, long time no see." 

Tina's head snapped around and she grinned broadly as her eyes fell on me. "Well, I'll be damned," she said as she took a couple of quick steps and literally jumped into my arms to kiss me. 

I'm six foot tall and with her arms around my neck, her feet were a foot off the floor. Unconsciously, my hands got a grip on the first handy place, which happened to be her ass. I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around my hips and locked there. She was kissing the hell out of me and I did my best to kiss her back the same way.

Somewhere in the distance, I heard Ann say, "I take it, that they know each other." 

Ed laughed and replied, "I think so. If not, I want the name of his cologne."

Tina broke the kiss and pulled back far enough to look into my eyes. "Where the hell have you been? I've tried calling you from time to time and you're never home."

"You know how I work. They've had me down in the valley for the last couple of years." I told her.

"I even tried to call you on your work phone but I got a hold of some guy that had heard of you but didn't know you. He said, he worked for the same company as you but didn't have your new phone number," she said in a rush.

I chuckled and replied, "They swapped trailers around on me, and my old phone went with the old trailer. Sorry about that." I grinned at her and asked, "So, you were looking for me? Why didn't you come by the house? If my old truck is there, then I'm there."

"I never seem to go that way much anymore, and if I do, I forget to look. I live on the south side of the lake now and this is about as far around this way as I get." 

Ed tapped her on the shoulder and handed her a beer. When he handed me one, I realized where my hands were and I let go of her ass. She wiggled her hips and said, "Hey, put one of those back, I need the support." She chuckled and added, "Actually, I just like the feeling of your hands on my ass."

I laughed and said, "You always did." 

She grinned and kissed me softly on the lips before she replied, "I still do. You have such strong hands, they are so knowing and gentle."

About that time, the office door opened and the owner came out. She took one look at us and said, "Tina Marie, get your little butt down from there. What have I told you about climbing the customers? This is a respectable place after all. Sometimes, at any rate."

Tina laughed and said, "But Gail, I ain't seen my Honey Bear in a long time."

Gail looked me up and down and shook her head as she replied with a grin, "He looks more like an old Grizzle Bear to me. I'd be careful, he might just eat you up."

Tina laughed again and replied, "I sure hope so." 

That made everyone laugh. Looking into my eyes, she asked with a grin, "You are still single, aren't you?" 

When I grinned back and nodded my head, she added, "Good, now put me down so I can go to the restroom. That's why we stopped in the first place, all that road construction had me shook up."

She let go with her legs and I lowered her to the floor, kissing her softly on the way down. Once she was on her feet, I stood up. 

She grinned up at me and said softly, "Yeah, you're just like I remembered you. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere, ok."

"I'll be here," I said with a grin of my own. 

She handed me her beer and headed for the restroom. "You'd better be," she said over her shoulder with a smile, a smile that I remembered well. Ann excused herself and followed Tina.

*****

Ed and I made small talk until the ladies returned. Tina sat down on the stool next to me and asked, "Where is your truck, I didn't see it in the parking lot when we got here?"

I chuckled and replied, "It's over at the boat launch ramp by the house, I'm in the boat. I was fishing but the fish weren't cooperating at all. So I came in here for something to eat. I was about to leave when you showed up."

"Were you going home or back fishing?" She asked.

"I was going out to the river channel, by the island, and try the deepwater for a while. If I didn't have any luck there, then I was going for a swim at the island and then head for the house." I told her.

"Would you like some company? I don't have my fishing license, but I can watch you fish. Anyway, it'll give us a chance to talk," she said with a soft smile, her eyes wandering my face.

"I'd love some. Company too," I said with a grin.

She laughed and shook her head before she turned to Ann and said, "I'm going fishing. I hope you don't mind me bailing on you two. Like I told you earlier, I have some unfinished business I need to take care of."

Ann patted Tina's arm and replied, "You go on and have a good time, I understand and so does Ed. We were young once, contrary to popular opinion." 

"Yeah, about a hundred years ago," Ed added with a chuckle. "You two, go on and get out of here, us old folks will be all right. Anyway, it'll give me a chance to molest Ann on the way home."

Ann laughed and said, "Promises, promises."

We finished our beers and did just that.

*****

I helped Tina aboard the boat and then untied it. Once I had it pushed off, I sat down beside her and started the motor. As I idled out toward the main lake, Tina said, "I sure didn't dress for a day on the lake. These black jeans are already getting hot."

I chuckled and asked, "Are you talking about the sun or what's in them?"

Tina laughed and hit me on the shoulder. "The sun is what I was talking about but you're right on the other part also. I just wish I had shorts like you do."

I chuckled and said, "Well, you can have these if you want them, I have my swimsuit on." 

Tina slipped her feet out of her sandals, unsnapped the jeans, and raised her hips to slip them off. I grinned when I saw the tiny g-string she had on. 

"You could just wear that. From a distance it would look like a bikini bottom."

Tina laughed and replied, "You're still a dirty old man aren't you? Trying to get the little girls out of their clothes any way you can." 

I laughed and nodded. "Nope, I ain't changed a bit, I've just gotten a little older and a little dirtier."

Tina chuckled, rolled the jeans up, and stuck them under the console with her purse. Then she reached under the back of her tank top and unhooked her bra, took it off and put it with the jeans. With a grin, she reached over and ran her hand over the front of my shorts. 

Feeling the bulge in the front of my Speedo, she said, "Yeah, you're still the horny old man I used to know and love." She leaned over and kissed me softly for a moment and then she sat back over. "Ok, let's get this show on the road."

I eased the throttle forward until the boat came up on plane and then I pushed it all the way forward. We were now running about fifty miles per hour, out towards the island in the center of the main lake. Tina laughed and squeezed my thigh. 

"I didn't think this thing would run this fast." 

I grinned at her, eased the throttle back a little, and let it cruise at about forty. "It's as fast as I want to go."

*****

As we neared the island, I slowed and turned the screen on the depth panel so she could see it. We were in 30 feet of water, but suddenly the line dropped straight down to 90 feet. "That's the edge of the old river channel." I told her. 

I made a turn to the left and followed the edge up wind. After a couple a hundred yards, I slowed even more, made a right turn, and then hit reverse for a second. I killed the engine and grinned at her as I stood up and took off my shorts. 

"We're here," I said as I moved to the back of the boat and raised the top, sliding it forward and attaching the cords to hold it in place. 

"Hey, I like this, now I won't have to worry about getting sun burnt." 

As I baited up a couple of rods, I told her about installing the new top and how this was a test trip for it. 

"This isn't the same boat, you had when we were together, is it?" She asked.

"Nope, I got it about a year after we parted company," I said as I tossed out one of the rods and put it in a holder.

As I tossed out the second one, Tina said, "Yeah, I think that was about the biggest mistake I've made in my life. I had the best man in the county and I was too stupid to know it."

I sat the rod in a holder and leaned over the side of the boat to rinse my hands. Actually, it was a chance for me to think about what she had said and where this was headed. I sat down on the edge of the forward deck and looked at her. 

"Your problem was that you weren't ready to settle down. You still hadn't sowed all your wild oats. My problem was that all my oats were long gone," I said with a grin.

She smiled a crooked little smile and nodded, before she said, "You're right, I hadn't grown up yet."

"My being right or wrong has nothing to do with it. The timing just wasn't right. We were to far apart on to many things," I said softly. "We're twenty years apart, age wise. That's not a problem. The mental age difference was much greater and...." I let the sentence trail off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah I know, like I said I needed to grow up. Well, I think I'm finally getting there." 

She paused for another deep breath. "The parties and late nights are getting pretty old, as of late. There's something missing in my life and I've come to the conclusion that it's you. I need someone, who'll be there for me when I need them. Not just some asshole that has no job, no future, and only wants to party," she said slowly and softly, more like she was thinking out loud than actually talking to me. 

I sat quietly for a few moments to make sure she was through and then I asked, "Why haven't you found a younger guy? You don't need an old fart like me. You're a beautiful, loving woman and could have your pick of any guy you wanted. I'm worn out and still work too much and I'm gone to long at a time."

She looked at me for a few seconds and then grinned. "You know I've always liked older men when it comes to companionship and making love. The young guys are all right for partying, dancing, and the like but give me an older guy for the good things in life, they know how to treat a woman."

I grinned as visions of our lovemaking in the past drifted through my brain. They were vivid enough to put a strain on the front of my old Speedo. "Yeah, there was nothing wrong with our sex life and the quiet times we spent together," I said softly.

Tina chuckled when her eyes noted the growing bulge in the front of my bathing suit. "From the looks of that, you ain't old or worn out. As for being gone to work so much, what if I went with you? I did that a few times and I enjoyed it, remember." 

When I grinned and nodded, she grinned back and added, "I even considered trying to talk you into training me to work with you. You've got a very interesting job and from what I could see, I'd have no problems doing it."

"No, you'd have no problem with the job. The hours are long and it's boring for the most part. We'd be together twenty-four, seven, not counting time asleep. It's in the middle of nowhere most of the time and the only time you see anyone else beside the rig crew is when you go to town for supplies. The time off is great between jobs, although it never seems to be long enough," I said slowly. 

As a final thought I added, "The pays not bad either, probably twice what you're making now."

She laughed and said, "More like three times what I make now, if I remember correctly." When I didn't say anything she asked, "Do you think you could put up with training me and spending that much time with me?"

I chuckled and said, "I was wondering the same thing about you, could you put up with my training and all that time alone with me."

She grinned and replied, "Our time alone together was never our problem. We could always find something to talk about or something fun to do, even if it was only each other." I laughed and nodded as she went on, "I've missed you and should have my ass kicked for the way I treated you."

With a grin I said, "Spanked is more like it."

She grinned back and whispered, "Promises, promises."

My grin took on a wolfish edge as I stood up and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. When I sat back down, pulling her with me, across my lap, she laughed and yelled, "Hey!" 

When my right hand landed with a loud smack on the bare right cheek of her ass, she yelled and tried to get up. My left arm held her down as my right made contact with the left cheek. She yelled and kicked her feet. I smacked the right cheek again. 

As my hand made contact with the left cheek, her ass rose to meet it and a soft groan came from deep in her throat. I gave each cheek another sharp slap and then rubbed my palm lightly over the red area of both cheeks. A shiver ran up and down her body and her ass flexed back and forth suggestively.

I dipped my hand down between her parted thighs; she spread them wider and moaned softly. The small piece of cloth covering her sex was soaking wet. I slid two fingers under it and slipped them into her hot, slippery vagina. She was moaning loudly now and humped her ass back against the intruding fingers. 

I released her with my left hand and rubbed her warm ass cheeks as I slowly fingered her pussy. "I think I should have done this a long time ago," I said more to myself than to her. 

When she nodded her head sharply, I raised my left hand and slapped her ass again. She yelled and came with a gush, pushing her sex hard against my fingers and wiggling from side to side. As I slapped the other cheek, she didn't make a sound but she went back to fucking herself on my fingers, and then the moan was back louder than ever.

She went through about four or five quick, sharp orgasms as I continued to slowly spank her ass. Finally, she moved a hand back over her ass and lay there shaking, her hips making little jerks and quivers. Her sex was a river as it grabbed and squeezed at my fingers.

Slowly she relaxed as I rubbed the hot red skin of her ass, my fingers still deep in her sex. Suddenly, she took a deep, deep breath and let out a loud sobbing breath, a shudder running up and down her body. 

A moment later, she whispered in a shaky voice, "God, I've never came that hard or that quick in my life." 

She took several more deep breaths and went on, "I always joke about it, but that's the first time I've been spanked since I was a very little girl and I don't remember it affecting me that way then."

"Be careful what you wish for," I whispered and then chuckled. 

She shivered again and nodded. "Ain't that the truth? Right now, with your hand rubbing my ass, it feels so hot and tingles all over, even down between my legs. I feel like I would come again, if you moved you fingers even a little bit."

I curled the two fingers a little and then straightened them back out. She yelled sharply, her hips jerking as she came again, quick, and hard. I could feel her stomach muscles flexing against my thigh and the hard shaft of my manhood as it strained against the Speedo. 

"Oh God, don't do that, I'm about to die here." 

I curled my fingers once more and then slipped them out of her wetness. She yelled again as her hips flexed and jerked as she came yet again. I rubbed her ass with my hand, feeling the heat there as I sucked her sweet nectar from my fingers. She was now moaning softly and wiggling her ass from side to side slowly. 

I sat there looking down at her red ass and wondered at that. I had never spanked any woman before; in fact I had always prided myself on the fact that I had never hit a woman. I didn't put up with that from anyone and it was the one thing that pissed me off totally. 

Now I was a little confused. I had spanked her ass and enjoyed the hell out of it; my throbbing hard-on was proof of that. So had she for that matter, as the strength and number of orgasms she had had would attest. So, what was the problem? I shook my head as I tried to figure it out.

Tina took a long shuddery breath and blew it out noisily. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I said slowly and softly.

A husky chuckle and a quiver came from her before she replied, "That's what I like about you. You're so sensitive and set in your ways. First you spank my ass and literally blow my mind as I come like crazy and then you're sorry for it." 

She took another deep breath and let it out slow as she wiggled back off my lap and knelt on the floor. Looking up into my eyes, she grinned and went on, "I'm not sorry in the least, in fact you're right, you should have done that when we were together, it was what I needed." 

She ran her hand over the bulge in the front of the Speedo and grinned. "I know what you need right now. Let's get those things off so I can give it to you," she whispered as she grabbed the waistband and tried to pull them down.




The Island



I took a deep breath of my own and stood up. She wrestled the Speedo down off my hips as I did. It hung on my hard shaft and pulled it down. Then the Speedo was at my thighs and my dick came free. It flew up and smacked my belly as if it were spring loaded. Tina left the Speedo around my ankles and grabbed my shaft with both hands. 

Grinning up at me she whispered, "You'd better sit down because I'm fixing to try and swallow this thing. If I can't, then I'm going to sit on it until it explodes." Then her warm mouth was on me and her tongue was doing marvelous things. 

She followed as I slowly sat down and leaned back on my elbows. When we had been together before, she had been reluctant to suck my dick, even though she loved for me to eat her sweet little pussy. She had said that she just didn't care to do it, that she didn't enjoy it. 

You couldn't tell that, right this moment, she was literally trying to devour it and doing a damn good job of it. My hips started to move and I heard myself moan deep in my chest. If she kept going at it like she was, I wouldn't last very long. 

She removed one hand and started to bob her head, taking more of me into her mouth as she did. I moaned again and then I heard and felt her moan deep in her throat. Her body was giving little jerks and shudders as her mouth moved up and down my shaft, her tongue fluttering like a mad butterfly over it surface. Then she bobbed her head taking me as deep as she could. 

I could feel the head of my dick touch her throat and the vibrations of her moaning pushed me over the edge. I came suddenly and came hard. I was totally unprepared and groaned loudly as the first jet left my body. Tina groaned just as loud as I did as a heavy shudder ran up and down her body. 

Her head was still but I could feel her swallowing around the very sensitive head of my shaft. Then she slowly raised her head until just the head was in her mouth and her tongue was a tickling flutter over its surface.

As she popped me out of her mouth, a shiver ran up and down my body. She grinned up at me and laid her head on my thigh with a deep sigh as she closed her eyes. I blew out a long soft breath and lay back of the deck. I was totally drained and very glad that the fish were not biting. If one would have bit right then, he could have the rod for all I cared.

*****

Tina, raising her head from my thigh roused me from my mind lock. I had been letting it idle, as my body was so relaxed that thought was just too much trouble. I rose up, leaned back on my elbows, and smiled at her. She grinned back at me. We were like two kids, just looking at each other and grinning. There was something else in her eyes also and I think it was in mine but I didn't want to dwell on it right then. We had all the time in the world for that.

Suddenly the rod nearest me gave a jerk and bowed deeply. I grabbed it and set the hook awkwardly from a sideways sitting position. I came up to my knee and raised the rod tip to apply pressure to a very big fish. Tina started to laugh and I glanced around at her, chuckling myself even though I didn't know what she found funny. 

"What's so funny?" I asked after a moment or two.

"I wouldn't try to stand up, if I were you. Your bathing suit is still around your ankles and you'd probably end up in the lake with that fish." 

She went back to laughing as I glanced down and tried to untangle the Speedo from my ankles. Then I was laughing along with her as the absurdity of my fighting this fish naked and tangled up in the Speedo sunk in. I got the suit off my feet and left it lying in the bottom of the boat.

I hastily looked around to see if there were any more boats around and to see where we were. Luckily this area of the lake was empty and we had floated in an arc and were now behind the island. A glance at the depth finder showed twenty foot of water. I had had one hundred and twenty feet of line out in the channel. 

"Hey, how about reeling the other line in before the fish gets all tangled up in it," I said as I moved farther up on the forward deck.

"Aye, Aye, Captain," Tina said with a grin and then a giggle. My manhood was soft but it was only inches from her face. Her head shot forward and she sucked it into her mouth. 

I gave a start when she did and then said, "No! I meant the line on the other rod, not that line." 

She popped me out of her mouth and replied, "I knew which line you meant but this one is more fun and anyway, I'm not fishing remember. I don't have a license." She gave a little chuckle and grabbed the other rod. 

As she reeled in the line, she said, "I don't know why but I came like gang busters when I was sucking your dick. I don't mean just right there at the end either, although that was the strongest one of them all. I mean almost the whole time I was doing it. I've never done that before in my life." She paused to remove the bait from the hook, to hook the hook into the lower eye, and then to put the rod away. 

Then she grinned up at me and added, "I'd never swallowed before either. I've always been a spitter." 

She watched me for moment and then went on, "I don't know if it was the spanking or my growing up but something has changed in me. I wanted you, all of you, and I wanted to give you as much pleasure as I could. I've always enjoyed sex, but it was almost always all about me and my orgasm. Suddenly, it's about giving, not getting. Does any of that make any sense?"

I was having a time with the fish. It was big, heavy, and in no hurry to come see me. It was a big, big catfish, I knew from the way it fought with short runs and then a shaking of the line as it slowly moved another direction. It was far too big to be good eating; it would be too fatty and greasy for my tastes. It was a fun fight just the same. 

As I held pressure on the fish, I looked down at Tina and grinned. "It makes perfect sense to me, I was married to the same person for a very long time, remember. I also loved her very much and did anything and everything in the world for her. She did the same for me. Her happiness was my happiness, that's the way it's supposed to work, and I'm not just talking about sex either"

She nodded and then grinned and said softly, "Yeah but the sex part is the fun part." 

I laughed and agreed with her. 

"Do you think we could make a go of it, if we tried again and I mean both of us trying, not just you." She asked suddenly.

"I don't see why not, I loved you then and I still do now." I replied softly with a smile. "My heart never changed, because I understood why we didn't make it last time. It wasn't anyone's fault, it was a timing, and an age thing."

She chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I was a party animal and hadn't grown up. Well, now it's different, I'm never going to grow up, but my partying days are over for the most part. Weekends will be just fine with me and only then, if I don't have something better to do." 

She paused a moment to grin up at me wolfishly. "Speaking of something better to do. Why don't you quit playing with that fish and either land it or let it go? I hear a beach, cool water, and hot lovemaking, calling our names."

I laughed and gave a sharp jerk on the rod. The line snapped, sounding like a small caliber gun when it did. 

"You talked me into it," I said as I reeled in the limp line. "He was to big to be good eating anyway." I put the rod away and then turned to Tina. "Now, you on the other hand are the perfect size for eating." I grabbed her up in my arms and kissed her softly on the lips.

She laughed and whispered, "I thought you just had lunch before I showed up at the bar?"

I sat her down on the front deck, where I had been earlier. "You're only big enough for a snack," I said with a grin as I pushed her back until she was laying flat. I lifted her tee shirt up to her chin and licked my lips. "Yummy. Breast of Tina and pussy deluxe, my most favorite snacks. Now where should I start?"

She giggled and said, "I'd suggest the breasts first, as the pussy deluxe is rather scorched and runny."

With a chuckle, I and leaned over to lick the front of her tiny g-sting. "I happen to like it that way, since I'm the one who scorched it and made it all runny as you called it." 

I licked along the edge of the wet cloth, tasting her sweet, musky flavor and then licked my lips again. "Oh yeah, it's perfect," I said as she squirmed her hips.

She started to laugh, but my hot tongue taking a slow lick over the cool, wet, lower V of the g-string caused her to gasp and raise her hips slightly. I pulled the g-sting down around her ankles and just sat there taking the view of her naked body. 

"Oh yes, such a beautiful snack," I whispered before I leaned over and licked the smooth skin of her mound. 

When she sucked in a sharp breath, I lowered my head farther and started to feast on her swollen outer lips before sucking in the thin inner ones and gently chewing on them. Her hands flew to my head and she moaned deeply. 

I lifted my head far enough to whisper, "You always did like for me to eat you."

As I took a slow lick up the center of her slit, she lifted her hips higher and whispered back, "Oh yes." 

When I gave her a harder lick and flicked the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit, she yelled, "Oh, hell yes," and came in a rush. 

I smiled as I lowered my head and speared my tongue deep into her hot wet opening, feasting on the flood of sweet nectar flowing from it. Her hips were fluttering and rocking as she fucked herself on my tongue. The moan was back, only louder and undulating as her hips moved. 

Her thighs clamped and unclamped around my head. I could feel the slick wetness on them from her earlier round of orgasms. It wasn't long before she was pushing at my head and whimpering softly for me to stop. 

I lifted my head and grinned up along her body, at her tightly shut eyes, and the slack look of sated lust on her face. "I guess it's time for a swim then," I said with a chuckle as I leaned over and kissed her smooth slick mound. 

Her hands flew to my head again but I lifted it before she had a chance to push. "You just rest right there, I'll ease us over to the back side of the island." When she just nodded, I got up and moved to the driver's seat. 

*****

Tina hadn't moved on the short ride to the shoreline. When the bow of the boat slid smoothly up onto the sand of the bank, she groaned softly and sat up. 

"Welcome back," I said softly.

She chuckled and looked around for a moment, before she replied, "Yeah, you're still the same dirty old man that I know and love. You get the helpless little girls naked and then you take advantage of them. Make them come until they're senseless and then you make them come some more." 

She chuckled again and added, "Ain't it great." 

I laughed and nodded my head in agreement. She slipped her tee shirt off and then took the g-sting off her ankles. Holding it by one of the strings, she grinned and said, "I need to rinse this thing out, its sopping wet. If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a leak in your boat."

"I do but it's not from the lake," I replied with a chuckle of my own. 

She laughed and threw the g-string at me. I caught it and brought it up to my nose for a sniff. "Hmmmm, prize Tina, and a vintage year at that."

She laughed again and looked around for a moment, before she stood up. "I hope there's no one around because I'm going skinny dipping. Anyway, I need to clean up this mess we made," she said as she walked up to the bow of the boat and jumped down to the sand. 

The sun was low in the west but the sand was still good and warm. She hopped from one foot to the other for a second and then waded out into the water, with a sigh. "Oh yes, much better. Come on in, the sand is hot and the water is cool."

I chuckled as I stood up and moved forward to join her. She had waded out a little above knee deep and was dipping up hands full of water and washing her sex and thighs. She was bent slightly at the waist and her ass was pointed in my direction. 

I hopped down into the water and leaned back on the boat, studying the hot pink pattern on her ass. For some reason, I found it very erotic. My manhood twitched and I grinned as I waded out to join her. I had an idea that there would be more than one spanking in our future together.

Tina looked around, saw my grin, and returned it. "How about scrubbing my back?" She asked softly.

I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her on the neck, and whispered, "Anytime and anyplace." I kissed her neck again, which brought on a shiver as she pressed her body back against me harder and wiggled her warm round ass. I moved my hands to cup both her breasts and gave then a gentle squeeze before I added, "And I'm not going to just limit myself to your back either."

Tina laughed and then sighed deeply as I teased her hard nipples. "I think life's going to be a lot more fun, from now on," she whispered as she turned in my arms. 

The kiss she laid on me was full of passion, love, and promise, so I had to agree with her on the outlook of our future together.



The Island



I had been working as a landscape designer for over 10 years and had just recently gotten married for the second time. Laura was my assistant for almost two years before we got married, she was my assistant for almost 2 weeks before we fucked the first time in a pool I'd just completed for a client that was away in Europe while the work was done. all the other crew had left and I was just finishing up and taking some photos. I'd asked Laura if she would mind posing in some of the pictures for a little extra cash. She agreed and had brought several bathing suits to pick from. I told her the yellow one, which happened to be the smallest, would look great with the blue of the water and the green of the ferns. She stepped behind a privacy fence around the shower and stripped off her clothes while I set up a reflector and a couple of lights. 

"Wow, I think that bikini might sell a lot of pools!" I said as she stepped out.

"Oh sure, the bikini, what about whats in it?" she shot back teasingly.

"That could sell a lot of any thing it wanted." I smiled and shot the first of several hundred pictures that followed. after we got a dozen poses in I suggested she change suits and she dashed behind the wall and came out wearing a light blue suit that had a thin panel up the front and laces around both sides.It left her entire thigh bare and was far more sexy then the even smaller yellow suit had been.

I had started getting hard shooting her in the yellow, but now I was as hard as a rock and thee was no hiding it. Laura didn't seem to mind as her poses kept getting sexier and her eyes kept wandering down to my bulge. 

"OK, that's enough of that one, I want to try on the last suit now." she said as she slowly pulled herself out of the pool, her nipples hard and her eyes smoldering.

She came out wearing a white lacy knit bikini that almost looked as if you could see through it. As she walked toward me I realized that I could see her nipples through the weave and a small patch of blonde hair. She stood in front of me and adjusted the top as she asked me if it looked alright. I swallowed hard and looked slowly up and down her tight body.

"Oh yes, that looks almost perfect." I said.

"Almost perfect? What's wrong with it?" she pouted.

"There is a bathing suit covering it up." I said with a grin.

"Well, if that's all it is we can fix that." she said as she pulled off the top and pulled the string holding the bottom on. "Is that better?"

"Oh, yes, now THAT is indeed perfect." I sat my camera down and took her in my arms. Her body formed to mine and her mound pressed on my hard cock. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my pants. My right hand slid behind her head and I pulled her face to mine as my left hand clasped her ass and I pressed my cock tight against her cunt.

As we broke the kiss she opened my pants and pulled them down as she dropped to a squat. She cupped by balls and wrapped a hand around my shaft. At just over 8 inches my cock has gotten me a lot of pussy and she was going to be just another fuck until she started blowing me. I had never had anyone make love to my cock like she was doing, and after just a few minutes I had to make her stop before I shot my load. My knees were actually getting weak and I pulled her up and kissed her deeply while i let the boiling in my nuts simmer down. 

"Let's go over to the rocks." I said, stalling for time. I led her into the pool and over to the large, flat rocks around the water fall. The cool water of the pool and spray from the falls helped my impending orgasm subside and I pulled myself out of the water and turned to help Laura out.

"I'll stay here, you sit on the side." She said. I sat down on the smooth sandstone and she spread my legs and dropped her head to my cock. Her body was floating in the pool and she expertly brought me right back to the edge of blowing my nuts and then stopped. 

"OK, Big Boy, I've been wanting to feel this inside me ever since the first day I started here, so don't you dare cum yet." she squeezed the tip of my cock firmly, which actually seemed to ease back on the urgency to cum. She pulled herself out of the water and pushed me down on the warm rock. Standing over me, the Sun behind her, she slowly lowered her pussy to my cock, guiding the tip between her lips and it seemed as if she actually sucked my cock with her cunt, slowly working herself lower and lower until the entire 8 inches was buried and her body was trembling like a leaf in the wind. 

"Oh, fuck, that is so big I feel like I just sat on a football!" she gasped finally. she started pumping up and down, slowly at first and then as the lubrication increased and the desire caught fire she started seriously fucking me with long, deliberate strokes. Her pussy was on fire and milked my cock each time she lifted her ass, until the tip would almost pp out and then drive all the way back to where our pubic bones pressed together. 

She fucked me with all the vigor of a school girl on prom night, which she had been just that spring before coming to work for me. I felt my load coming and rolled her over, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her hips up, she put her legs straight up and I fucked her as fast and hard as I could for about 10 seconds before pulling out and spraying a jet of hot cum across her tits and face. As the second blast erupted she opened her mouth and managed to catch most of it, which she swallowed like it was sweet nectar. 

I stood up on wobbling legs and out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of eyes and a bald head barely peeking over the neighbors fence. I motioned with my eyes and Laura turned her head and smiled. she got up and turned toward the peeping Tom and wiped a wad of cum off her tits and into her mouth as her other hand spread her pussy giving him a full view of her fresh fucked hole. I watched as his eyes rolled back and closed as he obviously shot his load against the other side of the redwood fence.

His eyes flashed a thank you to both of us and he dropped out of sight. I heard the sliding door open and close and watched as Laura tried to collect all of the cum she could and lick it off her fingers. I took her body to mine and pressed my mouth to hers, tasting my own cum as my tongue tried to push down her throat.

And now, 2 years later she was just turning 20 and I was just turning 35 and she could still suck a load out of me better and faster than anyone I'd ever face fucked. 

I'd semi retired from landscaping, my last two jobs had been for Casinos in Vegas and Reno and those two alone had made me enough to retire comfortably on. With what I'd saved and invested over the years I tipped the scales at over 5 million in the bank on the day we were married. 

And even if she left me the next week and took 1/2 of it she would have been worth every penny.

I didn't tell her where we were going, I just had her pack very light, the bare necessities and only one bathing suit, the blue side less one that was still my favorite. Aside from the summer dress she was wearing and a few light skirts and shirts you would have thought we were only going away for a weekend, but she knew were would be gone at least a Month. 

The private plane arched out over the Pacific and turned south. As soon as we reached cruising level I went forward and asked the pilot how long it would take us to reach the island.

"About 2 hours with this tailwind, no more the 3." I thanked him and closed the cabin door. Laura was looking out the window at the pacific far below and the quickly fading coastline, a large boat far off in the distance cut a white wake across the blue sea. 

"OK, where are we headed? can you tell me now?" she pleaded.

"You will see soon enough, we have about two hours to kill before we land, and as this flight does not seem to have a movie scheduled I guess we will have to find a way to entertain ourselves.

I had just expended my load of cum in her mouth when the Captain clicked on the seat belt sign and the intercom relayed his message that we were starting our descent. The small Island came into view as the plane turned to line up with the runway. You could see the entire island, no roads, only two buildings and one of them was a hanger beside the airstrip. The other was a small cabin on the edge of a tiny cove. White sand beaches ringed the island and a small hill rose from one end. The plane sat down in an almost text book 3 point landing and after checking that his satellite phone was working and all the provisions were off loaded and stored in the hanger he said goodbye to the pilot and co pilot.

"OK, Welcome to 'Laura's Island' I said as I swept my arms in a circle. "My wedding gift to you." 

"What? Laura's Island? You mean..." she looked around at the lush jungle and pristine beaches.

"Well, it was actually named Isle de Norte by the original owners, but the name change was agreed upon in the negotiations." I didn't mention that it had taken almost a 1/4 million to get the government to agree to changing the name, but I have found there is very little that cannot be arranged for the right price in most pan American countries.

We loaded two backpacks with some basic food and cookware, bedding and towels and headed toward the small cabin about a mile away, which was almost exactly 1/2 way across the Island. after we got the cabin opened up and dusted out and the cupboard stocked I suggested that we go for a swim.

"That sounds wonderful, just give me a minute to change." she said.

"What change, just take off your dress, we have the island to ourselves." I put my hands on her hips and slid the fabric up her body and over her head.

"There, that's all the clothes you will need to wear the rest of the time we are here." I dropped my pants and slipped off my shirt and picked up a large beach towel and a small basket filled with wine, cheese, bread, lotion and a small MP3 player.

"Well, there is one thing I'm going to wear, and you'll just have to live with it." She said as she opened her travel bag and pulled out a large brimmed sun hat.

Somehow the site of her in just a hat and beach shoes was even sexier than just being completely naked. I took her cue and pulled out my roll-able fishing hat.

"Well, now that we are the best dressed couple o the island shall we adjourn to the beach?" I opened the door and followed her down to the waters edge where small waves of almost crystal clear blue water lapped at the un-tracked white sand. we laid out the blanket and I opened the wine and set it in the ice pack inside the cooler. Then we waded out into the water, and after almost a 1/4 mile the sand finally started to get over head deep, her head at least, I was only up to my shoulders.The waves were around 3 to 4 feet, and it was quite simple to catch a crest and body surf almost back to the beach. 

After almost an hour playing in the water we headed back in. I was hard just from watching her naked body cavorting in the waves. We dropped on the blanket and let the hot sun dry us off. I rolled on my side and my hard cock pressed on her thigh. she took it in her hand and started slowly jacking me off as I licked and nibbled at her salty nipple. I ran my hand down between her legs and she was wet and ready to fuck as she spread her legs wide and moaned as I probed her pussy. I brought my fingers, wet with her juices to her lips and she sucked them hungrily. I rolled over on top of her and easily slid my cock into her hot, eager cunt. 

"Oh God, yes, fuck me hard baby!" she yelled as I pumped faster and faster into her. I felt her pussy contract and she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep in her pussy as she clenched in the rolling orgasm that seemed to just build one on top of the other until she fell back spent and panting. I pulled out just as I started to shoot and sprayed her with my cum load. I rolled off her and watched as she massaged the hot cum into her breasts. We soon fell asleep and sometime later I awoke with a start when a shadow fell over my face. 

I sat up and shaded my eyes and saw that there were two figures blocking the bright Sun. 

"Oh, sorry there, didn't mean to startle you." a deep male voice said. I could see now that it was a man and a woman, both attractive and what I guessed to be in their early 40s, he might have been 50 at the most.

Laura awoke with a start as well at the sound of the man's voice and tried to cover herself as she sat up and tried to hide behind me.

"Hello, I'm George and this is Caroline." He extended his hand and as I shook it I suddenly realized that they were both naked as well. The man knelt on the edge of the blanket and the woman sat down beside him.

"We were out beach combing and saw you sleeping here, thought we'd make sure you were not getting a burn, happens fast in this Sun." 

"No, I mean, yes, I suppose it, oh, well" I stammered for the right words. "I suppose we hadn't considered that." 

"It's pretty common, we see a lot of kids come down and bake the shit of themselves the first day down and fly home wrapped in bandages the next day." 

"Oh, yea, uh, I'm Aaron and this is my wife, Laura, we, ah, well, we just bought the island, we're staying in the cabin over there." I motioned toward the cabin just up the beach.

"Oh, well, I suppose that means we are trespassing! I offer my most humble apologies, we've been coming to this cabin for several years, we were friends with the former owner before he died. We just sailed in from the mainland for the weekend, we tied up just off the reef on the other side of the hill."

"Well, I don't mind sharing my Island with our guests, if you don't." Laura piped up, extending her hand to shake theirs.

"Well thank you." Carol said "We won't be a bother, we'll keep to the far side and you won't even know we were here."

"No, no bother at all, I'm sure the island is big enough that we can share." I added.

"Thank you, and may I say what a great island you have yourself here, it has been a favorite getaway of ours for many years." George said as he stood up. "I guess we'll be getting back around to our side of the island then."

Carol stood to follow him and Laura and I both stood up. 

"Oh please, don't run off, come up to the cabin and have a glass of wine, or perhaps some Tea?" Laura said, looking at me for a sign of agreement which I eagerly expressed. Carol was a great looking deeply tanned blonde that I was having a hard time not staring at.

"Well, if your sure we are not intruding, I could go for a nice cool drink about now." George said.

I picked up the beach towel, grateful to have something to hide my slowly emerging hard on. Laura picked up the basket and we headed to the cabin.

"So what is it you do when you not buying Islands, Aaron?" George asked.

"Custom landscapes, pools, falls, some fountains now and then." I said.

"I'm in real estate, mostly down in Costa Rica, I might be able to run some business your way if your interested, I often get calls for custom pools and landscaping. Carol handles all my books, I can sell ice boxes to Eskimos but can't balance my damn checkbook, don't know what I'd do without her." He patted her firm, tanned ass to emphasize the point.

"Laura has been my right hand gal for years, I'm he artist and she's the bean counter, sounds like we have a lot in common." I said as I slid my hand around Laura's hip.

We went into the cabin and Laura got 4 glasses out while I dug out a very fine bottle of wine. We sat around the small kitchen table and I poured a glass for everyone.

George lifted his glass and said "To Aaron and Laura, thank you for being gracious hosts." we tipped glasses and George sipped at his wine. 

"Ah, Mi Sueno, Cab El Llano, an '07?"

"Very good! an '08, I see your an aficionado." I said 

"George failed to mention that in addition to dabbling in real estate he also owns a small winery in Modesto that he inherited from his Grandfather, he was raised on California wines." Carol interjected. 

"Really, what is your label, perhaps I've encountered it?" I said with a keen interest.

"Oak Grove, it's a small production, very limited distribution." George said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Yes, very limited indeed! I had to pay dearly for two bottles of your '04 just last Month, and was very fortunate to find those." I told him as I refilled our glasses.

"Well, in exchange for your generous hospitality I'll have to see if I can't facilitate a couple more bottles making their way into your cellar." George said, smiling at Carol.

"Yes, I think we might manage that." Carol agreed, "But now I think we should let these nice young people have their privacy, we have imposed on them enough for one day."

George agreed and as they were headed out the door he stopped, "Have you been to the spring yet?"

"No, I'd been told that there was a spring at the base of the hill but other than the airstrip, this cabin and beach all I have seen is from the air, and today is Laura's first time on her island." 

"Just head back toward the airstrip and watch for a trail about 1/2 way headed to the mountain." Carol said.

"Yes, I noticed it on the way in, we'll have to go exploring tomorrow." Laura said.

I watched as they headed down the beach, Carol's bronze ass drawing my gaze like a Moth to a flame.

Laura grabbed my cock and squeezed "Yea, I noticed her ass too Buddy, and don't think I didn't see that schlong of his."

"Yes, well, I suppose if we are to have guests on our island we couldn't have picked much better ones." I said, cupping her ass and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Laura put the glasses in the sink and I unpacked some of our gear. I got out my video gear and checked it out and double checked the signal on the SatPhone.

"Hey, it's still a few hours before it gets dark, why don't we go explore that spring?" Laura said as she slipped onto the chair beside me.

"Sounds good, I'll grab a flashlight in case we get back after sundown." I stuffed a light in my bag with the video gear and tucked a couple of joints in a side pocket with a lighter.

We could hear the sound of a small water fall through the dense jungle canopy and as we came around a bend in the trail there was suddenly a beautiful pool with a 30 foot cascade dropping into it. And Carol was standing pressed against the smooth cliff face while George was vigorously fucking her in the ass.

Laura started to turn back and I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, "Wait" I whispered "I want to see this."

Laura looked at me, looked at the couple deep in the final stages of lust and smiled. Her hand found my cock and she started stroking me in rhythm with George's thrusts into carols ass.

I took out my camera and started taping. soon Georges ass clenched and he shot his load in Carol's ass, she turned and dropped to her knees and as she took his still hard and very impressive cock in her hands she noticed us in the edge of the trees watching. She smiled and started sucking and licking the cum off George's cock, trailing a last string of cum from his cock tip to her lips as she pulled her head back and smiled at us lewdly.

George saw her gaze and turned to see us. "Oh, Dear, wasn't expecting you'd be stopping by today!" he said calmly "I suppose I owe you another apology."

"Oh, no, no, not at all, as you can see he didn't seem to mind at all." Laura said as she stroked my hard cock for them. "And I honestly can't say that I minded at all myself."

"Yes, ah, yea, what she said." I muttered, trying not to shoot my load, but was not be denied and I stared at Carol's huge nipples as my cum sprayed with abandon. 

"Oh, my, now that is the nicest applause I think I have ever had!" Carol laughed as Laura milked the last drops of cum from my cock.

"OK, it would seem that everyone here has had a nice orgasm except me, that hardly seems fair." Laura pouted as she playfully slapped at my rapidly softening cock.




The Island



"I think I know just what you need." I said and I sat the camera down on a rock and led her to the smooth rock face that George had just fucked Carol against and pushed her back against it. I dropped to my knees and licked her pussy deep and long, her juices flowing down my chin as I spread her open.

George and Carol stood beside us as I brought her quickly to a powerful orgasm and she slid down the rock slowly like a wet rag doll.

"Well, now that we have managed to cut through the awkward dance of seduction perhaps we might entice you to visit our vessel this evening and see if we might cultivate a deeper friendship?" George said as he looked deep in my eyes.

"Well, I..." I looked down at Laura and saw a broad smile cross her face and she managed to moan "uh huhhh".

"I would say that sounds agreeable to Laura as well as myself."

"Very good, very good, shall we say 7? just come around the beach, we'll have the Zodiac waiting." He shook my hand and we parted the grasp slowly, again with the deep look that said he was interested in grasping more than just my hand.

Carol knelt in front of Laura and slid a bit of hair out of her face. "Please, do dress casually" and as she leaned closer she whispered something in her ear and then kissed her quickly on the lips.

George and Carol started down the trail and I followed them to where I'd set down my video camera, which was still running.

"If you would rather I..." I started.

'No, please, why don't you bring it along tonight, this could be quite a special evening." George said.

Carol stepped in front of me, slipped her hand around my cock and balls and pulled me close "a VERY special evening." she whispered and then she kissed me passionately as she pressed my hardening cock on her hot cunt.

They headed down the trail and I returned to Laura and sat down beside her.

"Are you sure you didn't plan all of this?" Laura murmured.

"No, I am not responsible for this, sometimes Karma just gives you one."

"Oh, I have a feeling Karma's going to give me a lot more than one tonight..." 

We played around the pool until the Sun started to drop and walked back to the cabin. Laura put on a pair of sheer beach pants and I pulled on some Bermuda shorts and a t shirt. We started off down the beach and had just rounded the point when we saw the 'vessel" sitting out beyond the reef. It was a grand yacht that looked like it could accommodate 20 easily. Just down the beach a hundred yards there was a crisp looking young man in white crew linens who saluted in a courtly manner as we came closer. 

We boarded the Zodiac and he shoved us off into the waves and quickly had us through the breakers and across the reef. The yacht had a docking bay on the stern and the seaman guided the Zodiac neatly into it so all we had to do was step out onto the deck. George and Carol greeted us at the bottom of the stairs and escorted us up to the main forward cabin. Down a long, oak and redwood paneled hall to an expansive sitting room two decks above the water with windows wrapping 180 degrees providing a panoramic view of the island and sea.

George provided a talking tour of the ship as we walked describing the 6 staterooms, captain and crews quarters and galley and dining hall, a small pool and hot tub, workout room and sauna. We sat on a large leather semi circular sofa with a huge redwood burl cut, carved and polished into a coffee table. I immediately recognized one of the top of the line electronic vaporizers sitting beside a teak and brass box about the size of a cigar box.

"I feel I might be safe in assuming that you indulge in the herb from time to time?" I said as I motioned toward the vaporizer. 

"Ah, very astute, and by your recognition of the appliance I must assume that your either indulge as well or are a narcotics officer, and my first mate assures that it is not the latter. I hope you understand, a man in my position cannot afford to go entirely on first impressions, as 

JFK told Khrushchev 'trust but verify'."

"And can I assume that your abilities range deeper than the DMV database?"

"Well, the NSA, FBI, CIA and Interpol all report favorably, if that helps. Though there was that little incident with the LSD in '72...and..."

"And for the third time today I find my self naked before you, figuratively if not literally." Cutting him off before he got to the indecent exposure charge from that streaking incident in '73 "but I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of. as you obviously know."

"And I suppose that my life was spread wide open for your examination as well?" Laura asked Carol.

"Yes, and you were found to be as virginal as the driven snow. I do apologize, but it is a necessity of allowing someone access to our lives in certain manners"

"And what manner are we being afforded access on this evening?" I asked.

"If it is to your liking total and complete carnal knowledge of myself, my wife, and any of the crew that you might find attractive and agreeable." George said as he passed a glass of wine to each of us.

"The smile on Laura's face is evidence enough of her approval, and whole heartedly concur." I said as I raised a toast.

"To debauchery, buggery and bawdiness!"

"Here, Here!" they all enjoined.

Carol sat down her glass and then undid the shoulder straps on her light blue sun dress allowing it to fall to the floor. George followed suit and I and Laura as well and as I started to sit back down Laura stopped me and told me to move around and sit beside Carol as she snuggled up beside George and slid her hand along the inside of his leg. I watched his cock throb and before I could sit down Carol took me by the balls and guided my rapidly hardening cock into her mouth. Laura started slowly stroking George as they both watched Carol perform a most delightful cock sucking. Laura dropped her head to Georges lap and by the look on his face I was sure she did her famous full shaft swallow on the first stroke. 

I was getting close to cumming when the seaman that had brought us aboard came in a stood by politely watching with eager interest. 

"Yes, Dave?" George said.

"Dinner in 10 minutes Sir." He said and gave a casually elegant salute that he did not wait to be returned before turning to go.

"Oh, David, would you be so kind as to man the camera? George called after him.

"Of course sir, it would be my pleasure." David smiled as he took a small HD video camera of a shelf and started filming us. As he stepped in beside me for a close up of my blowjob I could see his 9 or 10 inch wood growing quickly.

George pulled Laura's head off his cock with a pop and gave her a deep kiss. He stood up and guided her to the couch where she bent over, grabbing the back. George stepped behind her and slowly inserted his cock in her pussy, with David capturing every inch of the monster slowing invading my wife's cunt.

"In addition to Dave we have several other cameras capturing the action. Would you mind allowing Dave to process your video during dinner?" He said as he casually started humping my wife who only seemed capable of grunting and yelping.

"Oh, by all, oh...means, Ohhh" I grunted as Carol started sucking me hard deep in her throat, I felt the cum start and tried to pull out, but her eager insistence assured me she wanted my cum inside her. Dave backed up and caught my face as I felt a flood of electricity flow through my body and explode out my cock.

Just as I finishing hump fucking Carol's face George pulled out and shot a massing load of cum across Laura's back. Carol licked and sucked most of it up and then shared it with Laura in a nasty, hot, cum slimed orgy of lips and tongues. I think Laura might have actually cum again during the protracted snowballing.

David backed away and sat the cam down and brought a silver tray from behind the bar with hot, wet towels on it. Carol washed me, George washed Laura, Laura washed me and I washed Carol.

"Thank you David, tell Enrico we'll be right in." Carol said, and then she pointed at his very hard cock, "and don't be jacking off while your editing the video, I want to drink every drop of that cum after dinner young man."

"I eagerly await your services, M'lady." And he took my video camera and George's and headed down the hall.

"Come, after that grand cum fest we must replenish our fluids for the grand performance of the evening." George announced with a grandeur as he led us into an opulent dining hall. Towels had been laid on each chair and we sat around a large captain's table that George proudly informed us was made from recovered timber from the HMS Beagle when the main mast had been replaced. Over the course of a dinner better than any restaurant has ever served me he pointed out items around the hall from the Titanic, The Mayflower, the Enterprise and the Monitor.

Dinner had been attended to by a steward around 25 and 2 girls in their early 20's or late teens. They were dressed in a Romanesque slave girl style that seemed to make them even more erotic than if they had been naked. George introduced them and Enrico, Elke and Inga. 

As dinner finished George led us back into the main hall and dimmed the lights with a remote as we sat down, "Is it ready Dave?" he asked as he pressed an intercom button on the remote.

"Aye sir, when you are." Dave's voice came softly from a superb surround sound system. George pressed another button and a screen slid down from the ceiling and a video slowly faded into view. It was the video I'd shot with a subtle soundtrack added that followed the action on the screen precisely. 

By the time the well edited footage from 5 different cams that I could count came on I was rock hard and Carol was deftly massaging my cock and balls. Laura was keeping her head turned just enough to see the screen as she sucked and stroked George. I felt a hand on the back of the couch and turned to see Dave with his fully charged 10 inches of meat. George turned and took it in his hand and sucked at the tip like a fine cigar. 

He took it out of his mouth and offered it to me and I opened my mouth as wide as I could as Dave slid it into my face. I sucked it for a bit then passed it back to George. Carol got up and eased her wet cunt over my shaft just as the two maidens from dinner came in and quickly dropped their sparse clothing.

Laura climbed onto Georges lap and he inserted his cock in her dripping pussy as they both licked and sucked at Dave's tool. One of the girls came around and started sucking my balls and licking Carol's Clit as Carol rode my cock and the other girl climbed on the back of the couch with the support of Dave and lowered her smooth pussy to my face. 

As the video ended there were seven sweaty and well spent bodies laying on and around the couch with varying degrees of cum dripping from their faces, tits, cocks and asses and smiles on all their faces.

"While David was busy fornicating that does not mean the evenings action has gone unrecorded. If you would like to remain aboard we can have a late night showing after we all have a shower." George said between long draws on the pipe. "A stateroom has been made available for your use should you so choose."

"Yes, I think we just might so choose." Laura purred as she played with my soft cock like a kitten with a dead mouse. "While I am sure David would make a daring and dashing Captain naked in the moonlight guiding the zodiac across the reef with his magnificent hard cock pointing the way I for one would like to shower and sleep a bit before the late show and hopefully adding a part 2 to the nights video."

"Thank you George, we accept your hospitality." I said "And I think I'll stay right here and watch the last video over, there were a few scenes I seem to have missed."



The Island



It had been a hot day, and his journey had taken a disastrous turn. Having been thrown off course, his ship had deposited him here on this seemingly deserted island, left to wander the land in search of survival. 

He saw the waterfall in the distance, with its promising refreshment closer with each step. He found in it an oasis of cool clean water surrounded by the dense forest he had been fighting through since embarking from the coast. He slipped from his tattered clothes and waded inside, the crisp water soothing the skin as he admired the shadows and bright colors cast from the setting sun against the waterfall.

As it was her favorite spot to relax, she was lying nude, hidden from his view, high on the rocks above the waterfall. She felt his presence without looking. "Who had invaded her serenity?" She thought to herself. She then saw him. Watching his gorgeous nude form, which embodied both grace and strength, she wondered to herself from where he had come.

He waded through the water to his thighs, relaxing and enjoying the sense of isolation. Close to the waterfall, he embraced the brief escape from his world journey and enjoyed a calm thought alone. 

She covered herself with a sheer body shirt before climbing down the hidden trails behind the fall to get a closer look. Intrigued and slightly aroused, she entered the edge of the water and whispered a slight and quiet "hello?"

Startled, he was quickly thrown from his sense of isolation, but upon seeing her, a soothing smile covered his lips. He gazed along her figure, hidden slightly but the shape tantalizing. A slight loss of words as he stood before her completely exposed, "I'm Demetrius" he said with the firm tone of a man who has encountered the unknown before, "from the west" 

"I am Francesca, what brings you here to my island?" she watched his muscles tense and flex as he shifted his weight. "As lovely as you are, do you think you can put on some clothes?"

He smiled, "Francesca, a pleasure to meet you." Looking down along his figure, realizing his state, "of course; I was simply bathing as I stopped upon my journey. I came upon your island as my ship was run off course in a storm." 

His thighs splashed through the water to the edge, grabbing his tattered clothes while he escaped from the water.

She staggered away backwards from him as he exited the water, nearly losing her balance..."are you hungry?"

He slipped on his tattered clothes, turning towards her as his gaze drank in her figure so delicately hidden yet teasingly exposed. Nodding his head, "indeed, Kimberly, it has been a long time since I have had the delights of a good meal"

"Good, follow me," she smiled, leading him to a little hut hidden by the trees. She could feel his eyes burning her outline as he followed, inviting him in to dine on roasted boar, fresh berries and juice. Sitting across from him and watching his every move. "It has been a long time since I saw a man." She glanced along his masculine figure, "Are there others with you?"

Diving into the food, he tried to stay civilized while trying to forget the length of time since he had a meal. He continued to gaze along her figure, the beauty, the desire resulting from not having seen a woman so divine in months. "There are not," he smiled, "It is just I who made it out in safety." Having satisfied the initial hunger with the boar, he danced the berries off his tongue, savoring the sweet taste. "mmm" he let my enjoyment fill the small hut, "so sweet. Thank you"

She gave a satisfying smile. "You are most welcome."

He continued to dine on the berries, sliding his legs out as he sat towards his side, "and what is this land I find myself in? Besides beautiful women, what does this land consist of?'

"Would you like to rest? We can talk later if you like." She responded.

He smiled. 'Oh, my lady, it has been so long since I've had a good rest, but even longer since I've had good company. Given the choice, I would always select the latter any day"

She smiled and felt a warm glisten cover her. "Well I say my island because it is just me here. On this side anyway...there are villagers on the other side. But I so enjoy the solitude here." She blushed, "thank you for saying I am beautiful, I think you are too." She stood to let the cool breeze in and caress her warm skin

He smiled at her, his gaze along her figure as he picked amongst the berries and fruits, "I must admit it is a joy to have happened upon your land. " He watched as the breeze forced the sheer cover tightly against her figure, displaying her curves prominently. His eyes were intent on her seductive form as he savored another berry. "My lady, thank you for your hospitality. How might I repay you for your kindness?"

"Your company here with me is enough." She turned out towards the sky, before her eyes were on his again. "You owe me nothing."

He gave a tender smile, a thank you smile. "'Tis my pleasure indeed." His eyes glanced beyond her figure towards the setting sun, a glow of orange and purple beyond the waterfall in the distance.

"Really," she smiled playfully, her eyes along his form, "I am thinking I would like to keep you here always for myself."

He reached up as he lounged, sliding his fingers over her hand, "oh?" he smiled, "and what of the rest of the world to explore?"

"If you would like to journey to the other side of the village, I could be your guide," she put her other hand over his.

He nodded his head as he stood up, "it would be my pleasure to have you show me around your land, my lady"

His touch was electric to her. Her skin was soft and inviting to him. She lifted her hand to move a lock of hair from her eyes before gently caressing his face. "You're eyes are so gentle," she whispered, tracing her fingers down his check along his lips. She licked her lips without thinking.

He gazed into her eyes from his tall frame. "Thank you my lady" feeling the lust draw from his lips with her fingers, "as are yours." 

His hand slid up her forearm, feeling the softness of her skin, up along her elbow. He continued to gaze along her face, admiring her curves, her lips, her slight tongue movement. He slid his hand up along her shoulder over the sheer fabric.

She felt the strength in his hand, gentle yet firm, along her shoulder. Her body shivered slightly as she ran the tip of her finger along his lips. Her free hand reached for his hand, pulling it to her face to feel the mixture of strength and gentleness. Her eyes fluttered with wild thoughts. Her nipples hardened in response. She laid her head on his chest with a heavy breath.

He cupped his hand over her cheek, caressing the soft curves as her head rested against his chest. He slid his other hand around her back, holding her hip as he pulled her tighter towards him. He felt the arousal growing within his loose pants as he felt the curves of a woman against him for the first time in so long. He felt her own arousal, in the form of her nipples, pressing firmly through the fabric along his chest.

She enjoyed the feel of his strong body against her. She looked up into his eyes, licking her lips and standing on the tip of her toes to meet his lips. She kissed his lips, starting with small licks and nibbles.

He leaned down slightly to meet her, his hands on her cheeks as he pulled her lips to his, just to taste. His hand caressed along her face and hair, brushing it from her face

"You are so gentle," she whispered, her breath heavy with lust and anticipation.

Her lips were soft, her breath begging. He longed for more in his own heavy breath as their lips teased each other so delicately. "'Tis a pleasure to enjoy such a beauty' he smiled slightly, pulling her tighter against him.

"Maybe we can see the rest of the island later", she whispered breathlessly, sliding his tattered shirt up his chest over his head.

He raised his hands allowing his shirt access to slide over. The cool breeze quickly brushed along his fit chest. "it's not going anywhere" he whispered lustfully, reaching and sliding her body shirt down her shoulders, along her arms as his eyes followed the shirt, his gaze admiring as her feminine figure revealed itself to him.

She stepped back a little to give him a better view of what he had been lusting after since they had met. Her breasts, full and firm, swung with her every motion, her nipples large and erect, begged for attention.

His eyes disguised nothing of his lust as he took in her beauty. He ran his hands up over her shoulders, leaning forward and kissing down her chest to her breasts. He moaned with a heavy breath, bringing his hands to her full breasts, cupping and massaging, sliding his tongue along her nipple, "oh yes" he whispered, tracing his tongue in circles, "I hope you taste as sweet as those berries"

She threw her head back, pushing her chest towards him to allow his mouth greater access. "just as sweet," she moaned, her knees nearly buckling from the movement of his tongue.

He slid his hand around and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass, pulling her nipple and breasts to his face as he sucked gently on it. He pushed his face against her breasts, greedily sucking her nipple between his lips. 

"Mmmmm..." she moaned, twining her fingers in his hair. Cradling his head in her arms, she backed him to the bunk against the wall behind them. He rolled his tongue around her nipples, the lust building as he feels his throbbing arousal pressing against his trousers. He felt the wall firmly against his back, his tongue alternating between both nipples as he moaned with lust, savoring her soft breasts.

Her hand slid down and released the button on his trousers, letting them fall as she pushed against him.

He kicked the trousers aside, running his hands along her hips and thighs. She felt his thick arousal pressing against her stomach.

He was hard, throbbing firmly between them, his hands sliding along the curve of her ass, caressing, groping and admiring her curves with his fingers. He turned her around with his hands on her hips, pushing her against the wall.

She moaned loudly, loving his aggression, sticking her ass out, grinding it against him. His hands roamed along her body as her ass grinded against his throbbing member. He pulled her body against his, holding her, pushing his hips against hers, moaning lustfully into her ear. 

She moaned, her head arching back as he kissed the insider of her neck. "take me" she whispered.

He pushed her body off, his thick member freeing from between them. Holding her with his hands on her hips, he turned her towards him, guiding her towards the floor onto her back. A lustful grin in his eyes, he gazed along her figure, ravishing her with his eyes. Kneeling between her feet, he put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide open, her glistening desire staring for him to enjoy.

Leaning over, he slid down, kissing down the inside of her thighs. Tracing his tongue down, ever closer he took in her scent, his tongue leading his face as he traced down along her glistening lips. The taste of her nectar sent electricity through his body as he slid down, his chest on the ground between her thighs.

Her body melted against him. Her back arched high as she felt his tongue stroke along her wetness and explored passionately. He wrapped his arms under her thighs, caressing her stomach with his fingers as he shoved his tongue inside her, savoring the sweet juices she had to offer.

She spread her legs more for him as her hands went to the top of his head, holding it tightly in place as her breasts pushed up with her back arched with pleasure. Her head flung back, her hips pushing towards him and not wanting him to move...ever. She lost control when his hands slid over her stomach, her hips bucking and fucking his tongue and face.

Sprawled out on the floor, his thick member throbbed, his ass feeling the cool breeze from the newly arrived night. He slid one hand down, finding her swollen clit with his fingers, rolling gentle and soft circles around her button. He pushed his tongue deeper, massaging the top of her pussy, sliding in and out, savoring each and every drop she had to offer. His other hand slid along her body, finding a nipple and circling with his finger before giving a light pinch. 

He pulled his hands down, under her body and cupping her ass, lifting her body off the floor for his easier access for an eager tongue. He danced his tongue along her lips, tasting the juices that was driving the desire of his throbbing arousal.

He looked up along her figure, his eyes enjoying her breasts, heaving in lust, and her hair sprawled under her along the floor. He extended his tongue between her lips and slid it up and down, slowly. He explored her passion as his lust was teased ever more strongly.

She looked down at him, watching his eyes on hers as his tongue pleased her. Her hands on his head, massaging through his hair, "Come up here and let me taste you."

He let her ass back on the floor, pulling his face from between her lips, licking his own lips. He slid up along her body, kissing and licking past her stomach, along her nipples and breasts, past her chest before he kissed her. His throbbing member felt the heat from her wetness as the swollen tip pressed lightly against her. 

She pushed him up onto his knees, sliding to her side as her eyes took in his throbbing arousal. She had not seen a man in so long, and it burned deeply inside her thighs as she reached out and placed her hand around his thick shaft and felt his throbbing lust for her own body. 

Laying on her side as he kneeled before her, she leaned in, looking up at him as she brought the head to her lips, parting her mouth to allow his hard cock to slide between her lips. Sucking it gently, she watched the pleasure in his eyes as he watched his cock slide between her lips.

She pulled her lips off the head, sucking softly. Extending her tongue, she twirled it around his throbbing head, her hand slowly stroking down the shaft. Her eyes focused on his member, her pleasure within his own as she raised his cock up, tracing her tongue down under his shaft to his balls.

He moaned softly as his hands slid, grabbing her hair and pulling it from her face so he could watch her. She pulled his member back to her lips, sliding her lips deep down along his shaft. She could feel his twitching, throbbing lust between her lips, the oozing precum from his head tasted like heaven along her tongue.

He moaned, feeling her take him as deep as she could between her lips. The desire continued to build, he slid a hand down her stomach as she layed on her side, sliding a finger between her wetness.

He moaned lustfully, pulling his finger from her and pulling it to his lips, sucking it clean. He pulled his member from her lips and reached down, pulling her around with both hands on her ankles, spreading her legs as he positioned himself between her legs. 

His eyes devoured her as he knelt between her legs, guiding his swollen thick head against her wet lips, watching as her lips parted for him and he slipped inside her with one long deep stroke.

Her head writhed, her hands spread out on the floor as he entered her. "Oh fuck" she moaned, coinciding with his own moan at the feel of her warmth around him.

He pushed his hips towards her, feeling the silky softness of her pussy along his shaft. He groaned of lustful pleasure, sliding his hands down along her sides, gripping her hips. He felt his thick length slowly slide deep inside her as his hips met her pelvis. He held her hips, pulling his member to the tip before thrusting back inside deep and hard.

"Oh you feel so good right there" she moaned, her head back and her hands sliding along the floor, seeking something to grip, "Stay right there."

He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to each thrust, pulling her hips up along his thighs as he kneeled, feeling his cock deeper inside her. "Right there?"

Her hips undulated against him, "yes, baby, right there." She moaned, feeling his cock deep against her, rubbing along the top of her pussy, "I want you to get your fill of me." She whimpered a bit, her hips grinding more as he pushed his cock deep inside her. "As I will take mine of you."

Driving his hips between her legs, he felt her sweet warmth caressing his shaft. "Oh Fuck, you feel so good" he moaned, feeling the warmth of her pussy such a treat after such a long time deprived of such pleasure. He watched her full breasts bounce on each hard deep thrust as he started to pound inside her with deep hard purposeful strokes.

On each thrust, she screamed a word. "YOU...FEEL...SO...GOOD!" her hands reached up and gripped his arms, "FUCK.....ME..." 

He pulled her hips to each thrust, her pleasure consuming his body as her warm juices covered his thickness and dripped down his balls. He enjoyed with pleasure and sight of her legs spread around his hips and her ass along his thighs. Her breasts bounced in circles as his movements picked up in speed and force and the sound of their juices and his hips slapping against her pelvis bouncing through the open room.

Her body tightened as she felt her orgasm approaching. "DON'T...STOP" she whimpered on each powerful stroked, "FUCK...ME...HARDER."

He felt his control loosening as each time he slipped between her wet passion, his body filled with a surging electricity. He watched her face, her body, and could sense she was about to explode. He thrust deeper, harder, feeling her pussy clenching him tighter.

Her hands gripped his chest tightly, her fingernails digging slightly. His hands gripping her hips and ass, pulling her harder to each thrust. Their bodies tensed together as they both grunted their sign of pending release. She cried out in pleasure as his moans filled the surrounding empty hillside.

"YES..YES...YES.." her body shook and convulsed as she felt his hot orgasm fill her. His cock throbbing before his release sent her over the edge completely as she grinding herself against his thick shaft. 

His back arched as he felt her juices drench his shaft, his cock emptying deep inside her as his hips took a life of their own. "Fuck" he groaned, feeling the months of pent up passion released, "fuck yes"

Her body relaxed as did his, their bodies drizzled with sweat in the cool night. He let her body back down onto the ground, his softening cock slipping out, covered with their juices. 

She lay there, her breasts heaving with each heavy breath. "Oh my," she smiled incredulously, "that was, uh, nice." She laughed lightly, arms outstretched with a sight of pleasured satisfaction.

He collapsed along her side, his hands along her hips and stomach as he lay next to her. "You are a delightful passion to have run into." he traced his finger along her figure, admiring her naked curves, "I do think I could hang around here."

She looked at him with a gentle grin, "That would be lovely." She whispered, reaching weakly to his chin, caressing his cheek.

He smiled at her as she started to doze off. His mind ran with ideas of lost potential back home with the delightful promise of paradise in his current state. He was tired himself, and sleep was approaching him as well. He hoped that his driving political aspirations had passed during his journeys so he could enjoy the land and beauty best upon his side.

Her eyes glazed over in rest and exhaustion. She let her hand rest on his chest as she enjoyed the pleasure of her current feeling. It's not as if the daughter of the king, yes the princess, can imagine such carnal pleasures with just anyone. She was thankful he had come along when he did, and wondered what the future had in store. 

He lay next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, drifting towards sleep. The two had fallen into a slumber, the landscape of the small island about to change. 




The Island



TO BE CONTINUED?



The Island



The crossing was treacherous as the relentless chop of the waves threatened to tip the dugout canoe and dump its passengers into the deep blue depths of the straits. The two men paddling worked constantly to keep the boat balanced while the old shaman sat at the front as still as stone, his eyes fixed on the island ahead. Their captive was seated in the middle, naked except for an amulet made of wood and feathers hanging around her neck, with her wrists bound together and her arms bound tightly to her sides. The leather straps chafed at her skin but she sat silent, her brown eyes focused on a faraway point. 

Halfway across where the two great waters met, the shaman nodded off to sleep. The woman closed her eyes and began whispering old words of a forgotten tongue. The wind picked up and the waves grew in height and frequency. Large swells struck the canoe broadside tipping it precariously as the young men shouted in fear. The old man awoke and stood, spreading his arms to the skies and chanting until the wind died down and the water became still. He turned to look at his captive and she answered with a laugh. Then he spoke a word so ancient her voice was stolen. His legs trembling, he slumped down in the canoe. The paddlers bent low, putting more weight into each stroke, anxious to reach the distant shore.

By mid-morning they arrived at the island and began their trek inland with the shaman at the lead. There were no paths to follow. Several times the old man would stop and kneel down to the ground, his hand digging into a leather pouch. Small bones were cast upon the dirt and studied carefully before a new direction was chosen. It was only after they had made it up the stone cliffs did their trek become easier.

It was late afternoon when they stopped in a small clearing near the center of the island. The forest of pines surrounding them had fallen silent. No birds sang, no insects buzzed, and no wind stirred the tall trees. The sunlight, so brilliant and warm when they were on the shore, was now flat and cold. The shadows lost their sharpness as the men drove a long wooden stake into the ground. 

Their captive was lashed tightly to the stake, the leather thong crisscrossing between her breasts. She watched in silence as the men used large, flat stones to dig a shallow trench creating a wide circle around her. Twigs and dried grasses were gathered and placed in the trench. The shaman sprinkled a white powder sparsely over the kindling as the sun slunk towards the horizon. 

Time was getting desperately short. She focused on the younger man, her eyes roaming over his smooth bronze skin following the lines of his taut muscles. As if he could feel her gaze, he stopped his work and turned to face her. His eyes locked on hers and his arms fell limp. 

Free me, her eyes commanded. Free me and you can have what no man has yet touched. She smiled and spread her legs, her nether lips parting to reveal her nectar glistening in the fading light. His jaw became slack but she could see the hunger in his eyes. Kill the old man and the other will flee and then our flesh can be joined as one. Together we can rule the skies above and the earth below.

The young man believed the lie and reached for a fist-sized stone lying near his feet.

The shaman nodded once to the older man who buried his hatchet at the base of the young man's skull. As the body fell to the ground she turned her gaze to the other. He would not look at her, however. The light drained slowly from the world as the sun disappeared into the great sea.

With a word green flames leapt from the trench, surrounding the woman. The shaman disrobed and stepped naked into the ring of fire, oblivious to the intense heat. He approached the woman and removed the amulet from around her neck. Her voice was restored and she told the old man he would die on this island. As it must be, he answered. He held a bone knife high overhead and offered a prayer to the great hunters in the sky, thanking them for their gifts and asking for strength. He lowered the knife and his head and waited for their answer. Silence pressed in on them on all sides until an owl screeched in the forest. He stepped forward and, gripping her hair with his free hand, swiftly pulled the knife across her throat. Her blood spilled out in a great black rush and her last sight was of the old man collapsing, lifeless, at her feet, her blood drenching his skin. The great darkness swallowed her.

Rachel awoke with a start, clawing at her throat. Panic consumed her until she realized the wetness she felt was the sweat coating her body. Her room was sweltering in the August heat, the small fan humming futilely. She sat in the darkness a few moments listening to the distant clomping of horses pulling carts through the narrow streets of Mackinac Island. Her roommate, Amanda, stepped out of their small bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"Another one of your dreams?" Amanda asked as she flipped on the light. "What were you this time - Colonial woman or runaway slave?"

"Native American, I think." Rachel swallowed hard. She could still feel the icy heat of the knife slicing her throat. "Must have been a long time ago because the land looked so different. The water was so much higher."

Amanda pulled the towel off and turned her body to check her figure in the mirror. "Was it about the island?"

Nodding, Rachel told her as much of the quickly fading dream as she could remember. For the past several years she'd had recurring dreams about Mackinac Island in which she felt an irresistible pull towards the island but always failing to reach it. This dream, though, was new. Instead of hearing its siren song and longing to reach the island, she had been a captive, taken there against her will. There was no sense of joy or relief upon reaching the shore, only fear and fury.

Amanda pulled a matching set of panties and bra out the dresser and slipped them on. "I swear, someone could write a research paper about you and your dreams." She tugged on tight fitting shorts and dug around in the drawer until she found a clean t-shirt. "By the way, you've been unfired. Patrick saw what happened and really laid into Dennis in the middle of the dining room right after you left. Said he would be willing to testify as a witness against the guy who grabbed your ass and that you were only defending yourself. Most of the customers applauded when he was through and Dennis looked like a beaten dog."

"Patrick did that for me?" Rachel was incredulous.

"Yeah, he can be a prick but apparently he's a righteous prick."

"Huh, I'll have to thank him when I see him tomorrow."

"Actually, you can thank him in about half an hour. He's hanging out with us tonight."

Rachel shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Go on without me. I think I'll stay in and read."

"Sorry, but you don't have a choice." Amanda looked in the mirror and fussed with her hair. "It's not a group of people, just Patrick and Shane. Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky and lose your V-card tonight." Rachel snorted disapprovingly. "I'm kidding," Amanda added quickly. "We're just going to hang out in the upstairs lounge, drink beer and play Euchre or something." 

Rachel frowned. "I've never gotten a good vibe off of Patrick. There's something about him that feels, I don't know, not quite real, like he's an actor playing a role." She thought for a moment before going on. "Sometimes, when I glance at him and he thinks no one's watching I swear I can see a whole different person, like someone's hiding under a façade."

"Come on, you have to be there," pleaded Amanda. "Otherwise Patrick will be a third wheel and it will be awkward for him."

Rachel mulled it over. "I guess it wouldn't kill me."

"Don't worry, I'll watch your back." Amanda turned and looked at Rachel and smiled a wicked smile. "Although, I'll probably have my hands full with Shane."

"You'll likely have more than just your hands full," Rachel shot back.

Amanda tossed a towel to her. "You need a shower. You look like you just ran a marathon."

***

Situated between the Upper and Lower Peninsulas of Michigan where Lake Huron meets Lake Michigan, Mackinac Island is a popular vacation spot. Although the island covers less than four square miles in area and is home to less than five hundred permanent residents, close to one million tourists visit the island each summer and at the height of the season fifteen thousand visit each day. People come from all over to visit the historic fort and Grand Hotel, ride bikes or horse drawn carriages around the island, hike, golf, and sample the famous fudge. The main attraction is there are no automobiles allowed on the island. Hotels, retail shops, candy shops and restaurants line the downtown at the harbor to accommodate the tourists and those businesses hire a slew of summer employees.

The employees live in dormitory-like housing located off the main streets safe from the eyes of tourists. Many employers provide housing but deduct costs from the paychecks. The dark underbelly of idyllic Mackinac Island is that employers don't pay much in wages and will fine workers for a variety of offenses, a system that is sometimes abused to the point where a worker may owe his or her employer come payday. Which is why, on a Saturday night past midnight after a long work week, Rachel, Amanda, Shane and Patrick sat in a dimly lit lounge on the third floor of the dorm drinking and quietly discussing the ill treatment of the labor force, a frequent topic among the workers.

"Paulie over at O'Grady's was fired," Shane announced. The other three shook their heads in amazement.

"He was their best worker," Amanda noted. "What happened? He wasn't he stealing, was he?"

"Worse. He had asked for last weekend off, which they gave him, to attend his brother's wedding. At the last moment they changed the work schedule and then he didn't have it off. He went to the wedding anyways and they fired him today, after his shift ended, of course."

"Why would they do that to him?" Rachel wondered.

"Simple. Paulie was practically running the place and was popular with the other workers," Patrick said. "Management probably felt threatened by that so they got rid of him."

The room fell silent. Rachel finished her warm beer and grimaced. It was too damn hot in the dorm and there was no air conditioning and no breeze to offer any relief. In the distance she could hear the drunken laughter and yelling of patrons walking down Main Street. At least some people on this rock were having fun. 

She thought again of her dreams and of the irony that when she first landed on the island last May she had felt – nothing. There had been no sense of arriving at a special destination, no feeling of finally being at home, no excitement, just disappointment. Rachel had spent her limited free time that first month exploring the island and, while it was beautiful and exceptionally peaceful in the forests, she had found nothing that made sense of her dreams.

She had met Amanda and Shane, though, and hit it off with them immediately which kept her summer from being a complete bust. They were sharing the easy chair, their bodies pressed together in spite of the heat. They had been dating for most of the summer and were still in the I-can't-keep-my-hands-off-of-you phase. Footsteps outside announced the arrival of another tour group.

"Ghost tour coming through," announced Patrick as he looked out the window. "Looks like that weirdo Michael is leading them." He shook his head. "I will never understand that guy. It's strange how he talks to girls in all those character voices. We should fuck with him."

It was a cruel irony that after dealing with tourists all day, the employees living here had to put up with tour groups trudging up to their dorm twice nightly as part of the Haunted Mackinac tour. The dorm, being near the edge of town, was one of the last stops on the tour and it was expected of the inhabitants to remain quiet and courteous while the tour was being conducted. Failure to do so meant a reprimand and a likely fine. Patrick, obviously feeling rebellious, stood at the window and cleared his throat to address the crowd.

"Leave Michael alone," Rachel scolded. "He's just doing his job and working for tips like the rest of us. He doesn't mess with you while you're tending bar." Patrick looked at her, surprised. She went on. "And the reason he uses those voices to talk to women is that he's really shy."

Patrick raised his hands in mock surrender and sat on the couch opposite Rachel. "Sorry, I didn't know." He pulled a fresh beer out of the cooler, opened it and offered it to her. "Peace?"

After a moment's hesitation, she accepted the beer. In spite of her earlier reservations Rachel was warming to Patrick. Sure, he was rash, presumptuous and lacking in some social niceties, all of which were due to his very direct manner in interacting with people, but he usually changed his behavior once he learned he had offended someone. Another fault was that the offense had to be pointed out to him; Patrick seemed incapable of recognizing slights on his own. On the other hand, he was especially charming tonight and, as usual, easy on the eyes with his boyish face and tall, athletic body. Patrick was over a foot taller than Rachel and weighed probably twice as much as her. He was in good shape – hell, great shape, she had to admit – without being overly muscular.

Rachel held the cold bottle to her forehead before taking a drink. "Have you taken one of those tours?" she asked. Patrick shook his head. "It's pretty cool, actually. You learn a lot of local history, some of it colorful, that you wouldn't learn elsewhere. They throw in a few ghost stories to keep the crowd hooked."

"The ghost stories any good?" Shane asked, coming up for air.

"Just the standard fare about soldiers, widows, and jilted lovers. A lot more corny than scary," she added.

Shane nodded. "You know, I heard from a few locals that there is a real haunted house on the north side of the island. Someone had built it back in the 70's as a resort. It didn't do a bad business but it never really took off, either. Anyway, the problems didn't start until they had to dig a new well. Something went wrong and a worker was killed. Shortly after that the owner went bankrupt and the house fell into disrepair. Whoever owns that property now hasn't done any upkeep and doesn't live there."

Amanda narrowed her eyes. "That's not much of a ghost story."

He shrugged. "One guy told me that local kids dare each other to go to that house at night and anyone who's been there will swear there is some sort of malevolent presence."

"Sounds cool. We should check it out," said Patrick.

"Yeah, I'm definitely going sometime before I leave for school," Shane responded.

Patrick stood, shaking his head. "No, man, I mean tonight, like, right now. It's too fucking hot in this place to do anything. It'll be cooler outside."

"Yeah, it is like a sauna in here," Amanda agreed.

Rachel frowned. "Do you know where it is?"

"Pretty much, I guess. It's on the north point just off the highway. It's almost all state park up there so it should be easy to find on a map." Shane crossed the room to retrieve a guidebook from a side table. He sat on his haunches and spread the map on the coffee table. After a moment he pointed to a location. "There!"

Sure enough, just to the east of the point, there was a small, yellow rectangle denoting private property bordered on three sides by green indicating state park land.

Patrick stood and smiled. "Shane and I will get some flashlights and meet you two at Main Street."

***

Highway M-185 is the only state highway in the United States that does not allow motorized vehicles. The highway, built for bike traffic, is an eight mile long, narrow ribbon of asphalt that follows the shoreline around the entire island. The road is wider and lined with street lamps in town but the lights end just past the last resort on the east end of Main Street. After that point the only illumination is from above. On this night the skies were clear and the almost full moon shone enough light for the four bicyclists to see.

"He likes you," Amanda stated matter-of-factly to Rachel as they rode along. The boys were fifty yards ahead of them, weaving their bikes back and forth across the lanes and laughing non-stop. "Patrick's been hanging on every word you've said tonight."

"He's not exactly my type," noted Rachel.

"I don't think you have a type," Amanda said and Rachel grunted in agreement. "Look. He doesn't have to be Mr. Right. Just relax and have some fun tonight. It won't kill you to have some fun." 

"I think you're reading too much into this," Rachel said, not wanting to get her hopes up. "And I'm certainly not his type. Guys like him don't go out with girls like me, at least not in public."

"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself." They rode on in silence before Amanda added, "Did you thank him?"

"Ah, shit, I forgot. I'll talk to him about it when we get to the house."

"You know," Amanda offered, "there are ways of thanking him without words." She stood on the pedals and pulled away from Rachel.

"Slut!" Rachel called after her, laughing.

Shane and Patrick had pulled off to the side and were aiming their flashlight beams inland. Rachel stopped alongside Amanda and looked at the decrepit house set far back from the road. The trees, shrubs and grasses on the lot had become overgrown and hid most of the house from view.

"There it is," Shane remarked.

"Damn," Patrick added. "I've jogged by here maybe a hundred times and I've never noticed it before."

"Maybe it can only be seen at night," Rachel joked.

Patrick and Shane led the way, forging a trail through the brush, followed by Amanda and Rachel. Long blades of grass nipped at Rachel's ankles and shins. A large, three story, clapboard-sided house with a long balcony running the length of the second story loomed up out of the darkness. The window and doors were boarded up on the front side so they proceeded around house. At the back they found a door with the boards pried off. They stood, side by side, regarding the dark opening. To Rachel it looked like a gaping mouth and a shiver ran through her.

"Cool. Come on, let's go find a ghost," Patrick said, and led the way. Shane followed with Amanda close behind, her hands on his shoulders. Rachel brought up the rear.

They walked into a large room with windows facing the backyard. Dust tickled their noses and floorboards creaked under their feet. On the left a door led to a large kitchen filled with oversized and outdated appliances and long countertops. To the right a plain wooden door led to what must have been the main office. Ahead of them at the front of the house was the foyer with a wide staircase leading upstairs. To the left of the foyer was the dining room, bare of furniture but with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Through the foyer to the right was a parlor with empty wooden bookcases lining the walls.

On the second floor they found guestrooms with shared bathrooms and another parlor, and on the third floor more rooms but with private baths. There was not a single piece of furniture in the place. They did discover a shrine of sorts in a third floor guestroom. Hundreds of empty liquor bottles were lined up neatly on the floor, a silent witness to drinking that had been accomplished in that house.

"Perhaps these were the spirits the high school kids were talking about," Amanda noted dryly.

They also discovered shoe prints in the dust (much like the ones they were leaving behind), graffiti, and a couple of used, shriveled condoms discarded in a corner. Rachel wandered back to the second floor parlor and shone her flashlight around to study the graffiti covering the walls. The graffiti was thickest in this room, mostly consisting of declarations of love between two sets of initials, personal insults, snippets of poetry and song lyrics, and the occasional occult symbol.




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Patrick walked in and surveyed the walls. "Huh. I didn't know ghosts used Sharpies." Rachel laughed. They lingered a few minutes before Patrick suggested, "Let's see if this place has a cellar."

The cellar stairs were located under the main staircase. Patrick and Rachel stood at the open door and shone their flashlights down the steps. The cellar had a low ceiling and an uneven concrete floor. The musty air that assaulted their noses reminded Rachel of a tomb.

"After you?" Patrick offered.

Rachel shook her head. "No way, I'm not going down there. I'll just hang out up here."

"Suit yourself." He stepped onto the first tread and the wood groaned loudly under his weight.

"Careful," Rachel hissed, "the stairs might be rotted."

Patrick nodded and more cautiously took another step. He kept to the side of the stairs where there was less give and more support. Rachel watched from main floor as he turned and his flashlight faded deeper into the cellar until all she saw was a black opening. An irrational thought flitted through her mind: Whatever is down there is going to get Patrick and come rushing up the stairs and get me. She stepped quickly away from the door and into the foyer, shining her flashlight this way and that. The beam caught the cut glass of the dining room chandelier and split into small rainbows that danced on the walls.

Rachel stepped in for a closer look. If all the furniture had been removed why was the expensive-looking chandelier still here? A noise from the kitchen interrupted her thoughts. She switched off the flashlight and froze in place, listening hard. There was a bump and a quiet hiss followed by a low noise. Rachel's heart thudded against her chest. She waited. Another bump and a low murmuring sound. Last she knew Amanda and Shane were on the third floor. She didn't think they had come down so maybe Patrick had returned.

"Patrick!" she whispered as loud as she dared.

No answer.

She crept toward the double swinging doors that led to the kitchen. Mercifully the floorboards did not creak. Rachel turned her head to listen better and heard what sounded like someone or something smacking their lips as they ate. Easy girl, she thought, pull yourself together. Probably a raccoon having a late night snack.

Rachel told herself this but didn't believe it.

Slowly she moved her eye to crack between the doors and saw nothing. Turning her head she saw movement in a far corner. She inched one door open for a better angle and discovered Amanda and Shane leaning up against a counter. Amanda had her back to Shane who was kissing her neck fiercely. One of his hands was up the front her shirt and the other was stuffed down the front of her shorts. Amanda squirmed and moaned softly, arching her back.

"Whoa! That's hot!" whispered Patrick in Rachel's ear, almost causing her to jump through the door.

Rachel closed her eyes and cursed silently while waiting for her heart to slow to its normal pace. When she opened them she saw Amanda grinding her ass against Shane's crotch. Rachel's cheeks burned from being caught peeping and stepped aside. "Come on, we shouldn't be watching," she whispered. Patrick nodded but watched for a few more seconds before following Rachel outside.

The backyard sloped upward away from the house. Rachel walked a couple of hundred feet up the hill to a large flat rock, kicked off her sandals and sat down. Patrick sat down beside her. From here they had a good view of the back door. They waited in awkward silence. Several minutes passed before Rachel asked,

"Find anything in the cellar?"

"Not really, just storerooms and what looked like a laundry room. One room had a large pentagram drawn on the floor - a little creepy but no ghosts. This haunted house sucks. I want my money back."

Rachel laughed. "Sorry you came?"

"No, not at all," he answered sheepishly. "I got to spend some time with you."

Rachel felt her face flush and was thankful the darkness hid it. She smiled and said nothing. They sat and waited, not speaking, but this time the silence was comfortable. Rachel became acutely aware of how close they were to each other without touching. The warmth of his body radiated against her skin. She watched him out of the corner of eye and saw he was at ease, his body relaxed and his eyes scanning the stars overhead. In contrast she was a bundle of nerves and all tensed up. Rachel looked back at the house but that reminded her of Amanda and Shane and what they were doing and she felt the color rise in her cheeks again.

Breaking the silence she began, "You know, I never thanked-" but his kiss cut her off.

His lips were soft and warm and delicious against hers. The kiss may have lasted one minute or even one hour – Rachel didn't know. But as soon as it ended she wanted to feel his mouth on hers again. She leaned in and met Patrick halfway this time. She opened her mouth slightly, inviting, and felt the light dance of his tongue on hers. Their bodies turned towards each other. One arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other snaked around her waist. Warm butterflies fluttered low in her belly.

The kisses were slow and sensual, one piled unhurriedly on top of another. Without a word they scooted off the rock to lie on the grass, their bodies pressed together. His lips nuzzled against her neck just below her ear and the butterflies sank lower. His hands were roaming her backside now, from her neck down to her buttocks, never stopping, always moving. He kissed her as if he couldn't get enough and her kisses were just as urgent.

Finally they parted and rolled on their backs, panting. The stars and the moon shone down on them as their breathing slowed to a more reasonable pace. Patrick sat up and pulled off his t-shirt, smoothing it out on the grass to lay back on. Rachel rolled on her side to study him in the moonlight. His body was lean and taut with sharp lines defining his muscles. Seeing his body up close made her doubt her own. She was skinny and short and didn't have legs that went on for days and her breasts were small and there wasn't much curvature to her hips and although she was fit she wasn't that athletic and –

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

She looked up and saw him staring at her intently. There was desire and want and lust all etched on his face and all directed at her. She could scarcely believe a guy like Patrick was truly interested in a girl like her. Amanda was right - she should relax and have some fun. "Nothing," she said shaking her head. She leaned over him and kissed those soft lips.

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her on top of him. With her fingers entwined in his hair she kissed him hard. His hands slipped under the back of her shirt, pushing it up and caressing her skin. Her mouth journeyed across to his ear, down his neck, along his jawline and back to his waiting lips. Their tongues met and clashed, eager to taste. Her kisses were hungry but his were hungrier. The feel of his lips against hers and his hands on her body made her dizzy with desire.

Patrick sat up, lifting her effortlessly, until she was straddling his lap. His mouth moved to her chin then down to the front of her neck before finally stopping at the hollow just above her breast bone, causing Rachel to throw her head back and gasp. His tongue flicked over her skin and the butterflies stopped and melted into a pool of liquid heat way down low. Rachel moaned and the only thought running through her mind was 'Those lips! Those lips! Those lips!' He pulled his head back and in one fluid motion pulled her shirt and bra off over her head. He leaned down and kissed and licked along her collarbone, his hand squeezing her breast, his fingers tweaking the erect nipple. Rachel suddenly became aware of being topless and her body stiffened at his touch. He stopped and looked at her.

"I don't think we should go any farther," she said meekly.

Patrick looked deep into her eyes. "Can we keep kissing?" 

Rachel debated momentarily before nodding. His lips found hers and he pulled her tightly to him, his skin burning against hers. She relaxed slowly in his arms. Her thoughts were again consumed by the onslaught of his kisses until a hand slid down the back of her shorts. Again, Rachel protested but this time Patrick did not stop. She struggled against him, trying to push away, but he held her firmly in place. Rachel continued squirming and he shifted under her and now she could feel his hardness rubbing against her crotch.

Grabbing him by the hair she yanked his head back. "Stop, god dammit!" she hissed. Smiling a grin full of malice, he shook his head slowly and kept grinding against her. "Get off of me or I'll scream," she said in a low, even voice.

Patrick kept smiling. "Go ahead. No one will hear you."

"Amanda's inside with Shane. They'll hear me."

"No," he said casually, "they're not. They left over twenty minutes ago, while we were kissing. They even waved 'bye."

"You're lying!" she challenged and let out the loudest, longest scream she could. When the echo had faded she waited but there was no response. No one called out, and no one came running from the house. She screamed again but still got no answer. Fury and panic welled up in Rachel. "Why didn't you tell me they were leaving?" she demanded.

"Because I knew you would have left with them. We were having fun." In one quick movement he turned and rolled on top of Rachel, trapping her beneath him. "And, you owe me something for the whole Dennis thing." He saw the fear flare up in her face and he laughed. "Relax. I don't want to fuck you. In my experience virgins are shitty lays. I prefer a girl who knows what she's doing in bed. It's just that you got me all worked up and I need some relief."

"Fuck you!" she spat.

"Well, not exactly" he said as he pushed his shorts down and kicked them off. "I was thinking you could give me a handjob." 

His body straddled hers, his erection jutting out at an obscene angle. Rachel struggled and cried out for several minutes until she slumped beneath him, defeated. His hand grabbed hers and pulled it to his cock, forming her fingers around the shaft and forcing her hand up and down its length. The moon descended behind the tall pine trees and an inky shadow slowly stole over them.

Giving in, Rachel started stroking him voluntarily and blinking back tears. Any desire she had for Patrick was now entirely gone. She couldn't wait to get as far from him as possible, back to her room so she could shower every last bit of him off of her. His hand dropped away from hers and he settled back. Other than the crickets the only sound was the rhythmic rubbing of skin over skin. The one consolation was that they were in near total darkness so she didn't have to see it. Time crawled by slowly until he stopped her.

"No, this isn't working," he announced matter-of-factly. "You'll have to give me a blowjob."

Rachel pulled her hand away. "The hell I will!" She kicked and squirmed again, using her every muscle in her body to try to push him away, struggling to throw him off but he weighed too much and easily pinned her to the ground.

"We're not going until I'm finished," he said patiently, as if talking to a child. "The sooner you start the sooner it'll be over."

Rachel glared at him with hate-filled eyes. "Can I use my hands, too?" she asked finally. 

Patrick considered this for a minute before releasing her arms. Rachel wrapped her left hand around his cock and began stroking tentatively. The tip was now wet and slippery. "That's good," he encouraged. "Don't be afraid to use your other hand, too." She cupped his sac with her free hand. "Yeah, like that. See? You pretend to be all naïve but girls are born knowing how to give blowjobs - it's in their DNA. Now wet your lips and open your mouth."

She did as she was told, and when Patrick leaned forward, his weight shifted off her. Rachel squeezed his testicles in a vise-like grip and twisted them as savagely and as far as she could. Patrick roared in pain and rolled off. Rachel jumped up and tried to reach for her shirt but Patrick grabbed at her ankle. She kicked his hand away and started running for the house and the road and the bikes beyond. Patrick recovered faster than she thought possible and cut her off, panting hard, his face contorted in pain and rage. With nowhere else to go, Rachel turned and ran up the hill and into the woods. 

There was no path to follow but the firs here were not dense and devoid of low branches. She darted through the trees, the moon casting just enough light to see. She had a bit of a lead on Patrick who was crashing and cursing after her. She ran on, trying to recall the lay of the land. To her left were stone cliffs that overlooked the road. Ahead of her, to the south, the land rose quickly towards the center of the island. The woods were thicker and there were very few houses. To her right some ways off was British Landing Road and more homes and more chance for help. She started making her way to the west.

After several minutes she hadn't put any distance between her and Patrick but he hadn't gained either. She guessed the combination of his injury and his weight was making him struggle uphill. She forced herself into constant pace and eventually she couldn't hear him anymore. Soon there was a light up ahead and to her right. Praying the home wasn't vacant this weekend she headed towards it. When she was several hundred yards away from the house she spied Patrick running through the trees below her, attempting to cut her off. It only took her a few seconds to recognize he had the better angle and she wouldn't make it.

Rachel turned back uphill. She had outrun him so far, maybe she could make it back to town before him. She swallowed her panic and ran on. The trees grew thicker, forcing her to slow until she came across a path. She followed it south, further inland, hoping that it would lead her to safety. Her bare feet pounded on the packed dirt. She strained to hear if Patrick was still following but the rush of the air and the thudding of her heart made it impossible to tell.

The ground leveled off and the running became easier. On and on she ran, one foot followed by the other, her lungs burning with every breath and a stitch stabbing her side. Adrenalin coursed through her veins, allowing her to push through the pain. The path opened onto a circular clearing. Rachel was halfway across when she stopped suddenly in a circle of bare earth.

I've been here before, she thought just as something slammed into her from behind.

The ground rose up and smacked her in the face. The world dimmed and she was vaguely aware something heavy was on her, pawing at her body. Patrick! That name and the terror associated with it cleared her mind. She was on her back and he loomed over her, panting, his hand squeezing her throat.

"You fucking cunt!" he snarled. "I'm going to teach you a lesson." His other hand was tugging at her shorts and panties. Rachel kicked and squirmed and scratched and bit until an open hand struck her hard across the face, rocking her head back and filling it with stars.

When she came to her senses she was completely naked, her hands were pinned above her head by one of his. His other hand pressed down on her chest, holding her to the ground. "You know," he breathed above her as he tried to force her legs apart with his knee, "I was afraid you had really fucked me up back there and done some real damage. But I know everything's alright because chasing you through the woods has made me harder than I've ever been in my life!" He overpowered her legs, driving them apart. "All I wanted was a blowjob. That's all. But, since you tried to really hurt me, I'm going to fuck you in all three holes!"

A drop of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, across her cheek and paused momentarily at her jawline before dropping to the bare earth beneath her. In an instant silence rushed in on them. The crickets and frogs stopped chirping and the wind died. Patrick looked up, surprised at the sudden lack of sound. Clouds drifted in front of the moon and the darkness covered them. A distant rumbling so low it could only be felt at first, began rising in intensity until it overwhelmed them, shaking the ground and the trees and the air. Patrick and Rachel both clamped their hands over their ears in a vain effort to block out the roaring onslaught. The sound pressed in on their heads, driving them to brink of insanity. 

Patrick turned his head this way and that, his eyes wide with terror, trying to find the source but he was looking in the wrong direction. Rachel had her back on the ground and could feel it rushing at them, not from the woods but from the earth. She screamed as it burst out and through them.

***

In the gray light before dawn, a young woman walked naked from the forest and down the street towards town. Her hair was matted with mud and twigs, and her body was covered in blood. If anyone saw her they would have been shocked that someone who appeared to be so grievously injured could be walking around. But no one saw her, and, besides, the blood was not hers - it had belonged to a man whose soul she had devoured. The woman walked steadily on to the dorm.

In her room she found Amanda and Shane asleep. She stared at their naked and entwined bodies, Shane on his back and Amanda on her stomach with one arm and one leg draped over his body. A hunger born of a sleep spanning eons churned inside her. She could feed on these two before she travelled on. The sleeping forms stirred and muttered as if a darkness had invaded their dreams. The woman reached for them but stopped, an internal struggle evident on her face. Finally, she turned and walked to the shower to wash the filth and gore from her body. 

When the woman returned the two lovers were wrestling slowly on the narrow bed, their hands and mouths eagerly exploring each other's body. Their eyes were open but blank and unseeing as the woman watched their fingers plunging, hands squeezing, tongues tasting and lips sucking. Amanda was on top, her hips rolling her sex up and down the length of Shane's shaft, making it glisten in the morning sun now streaming through the window. She settled back, slowly driving him into her. Their bodies pitched and rolled, and gasps and groans and moans of pleasure filled the room. Amanda threw her head back when her orgasm crashed over her. Shane's body stiffened, then he arched his back as he spent his seed.

The woman dressed. Before leaving she looked back at the forms on the bed. Amanda was collapsed forward over Shane, his cock still buried inside her, their bodies rising and falling with each slow breath. A thick, white trickle of their combined juices ran down his shaft and over his sac, pooling on the bed sheet. The woman, smiling sadly at the knowledge that she would never know the pleasure of the flesh, turned and left.

Hunger gnawed at her as she rode the first ferry of the day across the straits to the mainland. The woman who was once known as Rachel worked to soothe and quiet the spirit within her. 

Soon, she promised. There's a truck stop just this side of the Mackinac Bridge. A driver will give us a ride south to I-80 and when we reach it we can feed on him. Another truck will take us east to another island called Manhattan where more than one and a half million souls live, with millions more surrounding it. The hunting ground there is fertile and we will never be hungry again.

The spirit settled down, content for the moment. After twenty thousand years, she had been reunited with her unspoiled vessel and had finally regained her true form. What's another couple of days? The ferry pulled into the dock, the gangway was lowered and the woman stepped onto the shore.




The Island



A thousand miles to the west, seventeen-year-old Johnny Greenbow awoke with a start. A descendant of a long line of shamans reaching back centuries before the Europeans had arrived on this land, fear and resolve flooded his body simultaneously. Johnny whispered an ancient prayer over and over again until his trembling body became still. His grandfather on his mother's side had been preparing and teaching and training him all his life for this moment, a moment which Johnny had prayed would never come.

She has awoken. 



The Island



Lucy was a proud woman, she liked to do things on her own and for herself. It had been eight years since her husband had left her for that whorish little vixen and she was determined never to let anyone treat her like that ever again. Her two kids were fully grown up and had families of their own now so Lucy had a lot of spare time on her hands when she wasnt working. This Christmas Lucy's children would be staying with their father and as her own parents had passed away a few years back Lucy had booked herself a cruise to the Carribean islands where she was planning on doing some exploring and relaxing. 

So two weeks later there she was, sitting in a kayak, slowly paddling in the crystal clear sparkling blue waters of the carribean sea. She had gotten quite good at kayaking over the past week or so, using it to travel between little secluded islands where she would have a peaceful lunch and swim. She was always in good shape, actually fairly amazing shape for a lady in her mid forties, but the recent days of kayaking and eating healthy had really made her body look toned and sexy. 

Today Lucy had decided to go a little bit further out to some of the more deserted islands that she was previously avoiding due to the distance. But she now felt confident enough to make the long voyage. She had been rowing for a good three hours and thought she must be near her desired destination and began heading in towards a beautiful looking small island with sparkling white sand and a small grove of palm trees. She figured she would drag the kayak up onto the beach and go explore the island then come back for some fresh meats and breads she had packed for lunch. The island wouldn't take her more than 30 minutes to walk around so she wasnt too concerned about leaving her kayak unattended, especially since the last boat she saw was 2 hours ago atleast 15 miles away. 

Dressed in only a two piece lime green bikini, Lucy hopped out out the kayak as she felt the bottom scrape along the sand. The water was a warm pleasant temperature with the carribean climate never dropping under 75 F all year round. She waded into shore, dragging the kayak behind her and left it just above the high tide mark so the incoming tide wouldnt wash it out to sea leaving her stranded. 

With the midday sun beating down on her bronzed shoulders, she began to walk down the shoreline picking up unique shells before tossing them into the calm aqua blue water. 

Making her way round the island, she noticed a small jetty where an old mooring rope was tied to a half submerged post. Thankfully there was no sign of any boats tied up to the post, she wasnt in the mood for intruders onto her newly discovered piece of paradise. 

A little bit further down the beach Lucy noticed a small wooden bench sitting just off the sand under the shade of two large palm trees. As Lucy approached the bench she realised it was made out of lots of different pieces of driftwood that had been carefully lashed together using weaved pieces of dried flax. She sat down on the bench, testing its strength to see if it would hold her, with a little creaking the bench held steady. Getting up from the bench she turned towards the palm grove and noticed a large log cabin just poking through above the tops of the palms. A sudden panic crossed her as she realised that she might be trespassing on someone's private island home so she called out to see if anyone was about.

"Hello! Is anyone here?" Lucy called out in a nervous voice waiting for a reply. A few seconds passed in silence so she assumed either the owner of the cabin was out or it had been long since abandoned. She decided not to tempt fate and headed back the way she came to set out and find a less inhabited island. 

As she followed her footprints back in the sand she kept looking back over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. As she rounded the last bend Lucy's stomach dropped when the spot where her kayak had been dragged up to was now empty. She looked around frantically trying to see if there were any signs of the boat being dragged off anywhere. No other marks were visible apart from the original ditch in the sand where she had dragged the kayak in initially. 

Fear was building up inside her now and she looked around in distress wondering what she should do. The nearest island was a good 45 minute swim away but she didnt feel like getting eaten by the numerous sharks she had noticed as she was kayaking through the islands. Her only conceivable option was to head back around the beach and try and see if anyone was inside the cabin to help her.

Lucy made her way up to the cabin. It was quite large and well made with the curtains drawn closed and a sturdy looking door locked shut. She knocked loudly on the door, carefully listening for footsteps. She heard none. Lucy decided to make her way around the back of the cabin to see if there was a back door she might be able to open. As she approached the back of the cabin, she heard a steady bang every 10 seconds or so. Startled, she looked about her to see what was making such a racket. It seemed like it was coming from behind a bunch of bushes just past a small clearing. She pushed her way through the shrubbery and that's when she saw him.

He stood there shirtless, glistening with sweat. His darkly tanned muscles shining in the harsh heat of the sun. An axe was held over his shoulder and he stood looking at Lucy with a curious expression on his clean shaven ruggedly handsome face. He brushed a lock of his golden hair off his forehead as he swung the axe down once more to lodge it firmly into the base log. He wiped his hands on his faded swim shorts and took a step towards Lucy. 

"Hello?" He called out in a rough raspy manly voice.

Lucy realised she must have been standing there with her mouth hanging open just staring at this incredibly sexy man for the last half minute.

"H-Hi" she stammered in a soft nervous voice.

"So what brings you to this secluded island?" He smiled, revealing a mouth full of perfectly white straight teeth. "I don't get many visitors."

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didnt realise somebody lived here and I only wanted to find a quiet spot to have lunch" Lucy quickly explained, not yet mentioning that she was stranded and needed his help. 

"Oh well I was about to cook up a lobster and some freshly caught fish if you would like to join me" he said in that raspy tone that made Lucy's knees feel if they would give way at any moment. 

"It's ok really" she said, "I have some Lun.." She stopped herself mid sentence as she realised that all her supplies were still inside the storage of her lost kayak. "Actually to tell you the truth the kayak that I rowed here on has disappeared and I'm kind of stranded!" She blurted out while turning turning a light shade of red as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh dear!" Said the handsome stranger, "never mind, we will sort that out later" he smiled reassuringly. "In the mean time why don't you come inside and give me some company over lunch?"

Lucy's stomach gave a grumble at the mention of lunch, the mornings exercise building up a healthy appetite. 

"Sounds like your tummy agrees!" He laughed.

The deep chuckle of this alluring stranger made Lucy's heart flutter as she nodded in agreement. He took a few steps towards her and help out his hand to lead her inside. She placed her small hand in his and felt the rough warm grip of a true working man's hands. He opened the door with his free hand and gently pulled her through the wooden doorway into a well lit room with a big oak table and two wooden chairs. In the corner was a simple kitchen area with a few copper pots and pans. 

"Why don't you take a seat" he said as he released her hand and pulled a chair out from the table, before moving towards the kitchen to prepare the seafood lunch. 

Lucy sat down at the table then suddenly realised that she was still dressed in only a revealing bikini. She ashamedly looked over her shoulder to see if he was looking but he was busy putting the lobster in a pot of boiling water.

"Um you don't have a jumper I could borrow do you?" She asked in a soft worried voice.

"Why, are you cold?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No it's just that I'm not wearing much and I don't want to seem innappropriate" she said, blushing furiously. 

Without saying a word, the mysterious man bent down and removed his swim shorts. He wore nothing underneath and his large impressive member was revealed, hanging loosely between his muscular thighs. Lucy gasped and tried to look away but could not remove her eyes from his manhood, it looked about six inches she thought and it wasn't even hard. Without noticing she had begun to lick her lips with the tip of her small pink tongue. 

"No need too feel embaressed" he said, "no one else here so we might as well be comfortable." With that said, he turned around and went back to the cooking to check on the tin foil wrapped fish baking in the oven. 

She stared at his tan strong buttocks, still sitting there speechless, not knowing what to do next. Eventually she snapped back to reality and averted her gaze away from his athletic body. 

"I... err... You didn't have to... um... I didn't mean for you to do that!" she finally croaked out.

"Why? Does it offend you?" He asked casually as he turned back toward her, his member swinging with the turn. 

Lucy couldn't help but gaze back down at his large thick cock. She could feel her nipples getting hard and pressing into the fabric of her bikini top. The naked stranger smiled at her waitng for her reply. 

"No" she eventually whispered.

"Good, because lunch is almost ready" he turned back toward the stove and begun to plate up the delicious smelling meal. 

A few minutes later they were both seated at the large wooden table. On the table in front of them there was an array of mouth watering dishes; a steaming opened lobster, the white succulent meat of a fresh local fish, and a selection of breads and salads. 

"Bon appetite" he smiled. As he waited for her to begin eating.

Lucy filled her plate with a generous portion of each dish and begun eating with unabated relish. The naked host followed suit and before long they had almost finished every last delicious morsel. 

"Oh my goodness that was amazing!" Lucy said, as she sat back in her chair, enjoying the taste of the salty seafood juices still lingering on her taste buds. 

"Glad you enjoyed it" the man smiled, standing up from the table as he began to clear the plates. 

"Let me help you with those" Lucy offered as she pushed back her chair, about to stand up.

His hand gently touched her shoulder as he smiled at her, "no need for that" you just relax and enjoy the view" he winked at her as he strode towards the metal sink with the empty plates in his hands. 

She was wondering what he meant by 'view' and then suddenly remembered that he was stark naked! She had totally forgotten with her mind occupied by the incredible feast she had just enjoyed. 

"Oh I will!" she called out cheekily, feeling slightly more confident with herself after a warming meal. 

He had finished rinsing the dishes and left them drying in a rack by a window, and them turned back towards Lucy and walk up in front of her so that his large member was only inches from her face. She quickly stood up, but the chair caught the backs of her legs and she stumbled foward into him. His strong muscular arms caught her as she was pressed against his hard warm body. She stayed there motionless, wondering what to say but her thoughts were cut off as she began to feel something pressing into her bikini bottoms just between the cleft of her thighs. A realisation came over her as she knew the hard warm flesh pushing into her was his growing cock. 

She looked up into his face and as she did he bought his mouth down onto hers and begun to kiss her in a way that she had never experienced before. His wet tongue entered her mouth and she could taste the saltiness from the seafood as she began to kiss him back. The kiss became more frantic as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table, his soft lips crushing into hers as she whimpered in pleasure. 

Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist wanting to pull him towards her, feeling his fully engorged member pulsing as it pushed against the now damp fabric of her small green bikini bottoms. They finally broke the kiss and he reached behind her to untie the strings of her top, the flimsy top dropped away revealing a pair of perky white breasts. Lucy's small dark nipples were firm and hard with her arousal. 

The man bent down and took her nipple between his teeth and pulled on it lightly as Lucy moaned out in shock. His right hand fondled her other breast as he continued to nibble and suck on her sensitive nipples. His remaining free hand ran down her back and he traced his fingertips down the curves of her spine. 

Lucy's pussy was now soaking wet as she strated to grind her hips into his pelvis, feeling his massive hard cock rubbing between her inflamed pussy lips as it pressed against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. His hand made its way down to the top of her ass and slipped under the edge of the bikini so that he now had a handful of her firm cheek in his rough palm. Lucy raised her hips off the table top to give him better access and he slipped his hand further down so that she could now feel the tips of his fingers grazing her dripping lips. 

He lifted her up off the table with her legs still wrapped around him and she slipped slightly downwards. She gasped out loud as his middle finger entered her tight wet cunt. His thick finger felt incredible inside her and she pushed further down with her hips, feeling it slip deeper into her aching pussy. He began to work it in and out as her continued to play with her creamy breasts with his mouth and hand. The combined sensation was too much to bear and Lucy screamed out as she came hard on his finger, her pussy clamping down around it as her juices leaked out and coated his throbbing cock through the wet fabric of her bikini. 

She continued to hump her hips into his body and finger as she bit down on his neck, unable to control her body. The man grunted in pain as her teeth sunk into his soft skin. He roughly threw her down onto the table and turned her over so that she was face down with her ass hanging over the edge. He grabbed hold of her soaked bikini bottoms and ripped them from her. He push his way in between her legs and started rubbing his coarse fingers over her dripping pussy. He then applied the juices to his rock hard cock and started stroking it quickly. 

Lucy, startled by the sudden roughness tried to push herself up from the table. She felt a firm hand push her back down and then she cried out in pain as another hand slapped down hard on her firm ass cheek. 

"Be a good girl" the aroused man growled out as he slapped the other cheek just as hard. 

Lucy felt something large and hard pushing between her legs and realised the he was about to enter her. She tried to squeeze her legs tight together to prevent him but her was much too strong and with her dripping wetness he easily pushed the head of his massive cock into her tight pussy. She felt as if she was being ripped apart as he began to push even deeper into her. 

"Please, you are too big" she pleaded with him.

This only bought another hard slap down onto her red behind and she squealed out. The shock of being hit again caused her to release the grip she had on his huge cock and he took the opportunity to drive the full nine inches deep into the depths of her body. The feeling of having his enormous cock filling up her tight pussy was almost too much for her to handle and she tried to shift her weight to get some relief from the pain. As Lucy wiggled her bum it only made the man impaling her even harder and his cock throbbed inside of her sending intense sensations straight through her entire body. 

The pain slowly subsided as he remained inside of her, his pulsating cock creating new feelings inside of her as pleasure began to take over. The walls of her vagina began to stretch out slightly as she got used to the feeling of this intruding organ inside her body. The man, sensing this change, slowly withdrew his long hard cock from Lucy's pussy so that just his large head was still inside of her. The shaft of his cock was slick with the juice that had once again begun to flow from her pussy. 

Lucy gave a longing sigh as she felt empty without the massive cock filling her entirely, but just as that thought passed, the man drove back in so that he was once again pressed right up against her. Before she could enjoy being filled so completely, the man begun to slide out again. But this time as soon as he was halfway out he thrust back into her as hard as he could. The table shifted along the ground as the force of his thrusts were so strong that Lucy had to grip onto the edge of the table. He continued to slam in and out of her stretched hole as Lucy's moans became louder and louder. 

His energy seemed never ending and the motion of him driving hard into her was making Lucy's clit rub against the hard edge of the table. She cried out in complete ecstasy as an orgasm tore through her body. As she came, he only increased his speed and she bit down hard on her bottom lip as the pleasure was too much for her to bear. 

Lucy's contracting pussy muscles clamping down on his thrusting cock was finally too much for the man to endure and he came violently inside of her. His hot cream spurted into Lucy's spasming pussy, stream after stream of it entering her quivering vagina. Lucy screamed out once more as the hot cum splashed out inside of her, the new sensation only intensifying her orgasm and she squeezed her thighs tight around him as she tried to milk as much of the warm cream from his throbbing cock. 

Finally he withdrew his long hard cock from her twitching cunt, and as the head exited her now gaping hole, a thick stream of milky white cum oozed out and dripped down her thighs. Her pussy continued to contract, loosening and tightening, causing more and more cum to leak from the depths of her body. The man used his thick fingers to wipe up a handful of cum from Lucy's thighs and he held his hand in front of her mouth with the creamy liquid dripping from between his fingers. Not able to control herself any longer, Lucy grabbed his wrist with her hand and drew his fingers into her mouth. The thick cream was salty and rich and she sucked it off his fingers and palm greedily, savouring every mouthful. 

"That's a good girl" he said softly in his deep raspy voice. He stroked her head and then lifted her easily in his arms. He took her into another room where the only piece of furniture was a large four posted bed. He placed her down gently on the bed and she lay on her side and curled her knees up towards her breasts, giving him a perfect view of her raw pussy, still glistening with his cum. The man drew an old feather-down quilt over her naked body and lightly kissed her forehead as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

Lucy opened her eyes and turned her head to see the early morning sun streaming through the window. "How long have I been asleep?" she wondered and went to look at her watch to check the time. As she tried to move her arm, something pulled against her wrist. Lucy attempted to move her other arm but found it too was restricted. Lifting her head, she discovered that each of her slender arms and legs had been tied to one of the four posts of the large bed. 

"What the fuck is this?!" she yelled out in panic as she tried to struggle free. She gasped in pain as the ropes squeezed tight. She was flat out on her back in a human X shape, the soft quilt covering most of her body with just her roped arms and ankles sticking out. 




The Island



"Hello sleeping beauty" a deep voice sounded from the doorway of the room. 

Lucy lifted her head to see the man who had intruded her body so wonderfully the day before walking towards the bed. He reached down with his large calloused hand and roughly yanked off the big soft quilt off Lucy's body. She tried to turn her hips over in an attempt at modesty but with the ropes restraining her it was a futile attempt. Her legs were help wide open and her tight shaven pussy was in full view for the man gazing down at her from the foot of the bed. 

"Please I don't know what you want from me" Lucy pleaded, as she closed her eyes tight hoping that when she opened them he would be gone. Instead, with her eyes closed, she heard a soft humming noise. Alarmed, she opened her eyes to see the man holding a large massaging wand in his right hand and a medium sized rotating vibrator in his left. He crawled up between Lucy's spread legs and leaned down to lick on the soft skin on either side of her pink pussy lips. He gently nibbled and teased all around her pussy until she finally gave out a small moan, unable to hold it in any longer. 

The man gave her one long lick from the base of her pussy right up over her most sensitive parts, using the rough part of his tongue to lick up the juices that had already begun to leak from her delicious cunt. She raised her hips to meet his face, eagerly awaiting the feeling of his long tongue inside her. But as she lifted her hips he pulled his face away from her, leaving her to whimper at the loss of his touch. 

"Lick me" she urged him.

"Is that how you talk to your master?" He growled at her. 

Confused as to what he wanted her to say she put on her best little girl voice and said "please lick me master" she instantly felt her cheeks flush at the embarrassment of this pleading but the thought was soon washed from her mind as she felt his amazing tongue flick over her engorged clit. 

"Ughgggh!" She moaned out loud between clenched teeth as he begun to assault her soaking pussy. Soon she could feel her orgasm building with his tongue buried deep inside her and his rough thumb working her clitorus. Lucy bucked her hips as juices flooded out into the mans waiting mouth and spasms begun to shake her whole body. Again, she cried out in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm took hold of her and the relentless assault on her dripping cunt seemed to never end. 

Finally the man removed his mouth from her twitching pussy lips and smiled up at her face which was dripping in sweat as she panted heavily. 

"Did my girl enjoy that?" he asked in a steady deep voice. 

"Yes" she whispered out softly.

SLAP. A sharp pain wracked through her entire body as the man's rough hand smacked down on her exposed raw pussy lips. 

"Ahhhh what the fuuuu..." Her scream was cut off as his hand once again slapped down on her wet cunt. Once more he spanked her sensitive pussy but this time the pain was mixed with a sharp jolt of perverse pleasure at the unexpected punishment. 

"Yes, master!" He growled out at her, giving her one more harsh slap. 

"Yes MAASSTER!" Lucy screamed out as the intensity of the final slap was too much for her to bear and she began to weep. 

"That's a good girl" the man said soothingly as he gently massaged her raw red pussy with his large hand. 

She gradually calmed down and her sobbing subsided, the soft massaging of her pussy starting to make her tingle inside again. That familiar humming noise once again caught her attention but before she could process the thought, a warm solid object began buzzing just above her pubic mound. Lucy raised her head to see the man holding the massaging wand against her stomach as he slowly drew it down towards her wet sensitive pussy. The vibrating wand came in contact with the top of her vagina and she let out a yelp as the sensation instantly made another gush of juices escape from her moist pussy. 

Just as another orgasm was about to take hold of her, Lucy felt another object rubbing against her, this time lower down over her twitching pussy entrance. The man had the long thick ribbed vibrator in his other hand and was rubbing it along Lucy's wet hole to get it fully lubricated. Once the device was dripping with juices he slowly eased in into her awaiting cunt and pushed it the full 7 inches into her. 

The feeling of the wand stimulating her clit and the ribbed toy deep inside her made Lucy moan with pleasure and hump her hips at the vibrator trying to get the man to fuck her with it. Instead, he turned the toy on and the ribbed head began to quickly rotate inside of her. 

"Oooooo FUUUUCCCKK!" Lucy screamed out as her body began to shake and twitch, her orgasm almost unbearable. 

As this orgasm tore through Lucy's spasming body, the man slipped a belt under her back and fastened it across her belly and over the buzzing wand, thus securing it in place. With his hands now free, he took Lucy's nipples in each hand and tweaked and squeezed the hard nubs, drawing another moan from the shaking lady's mouth. 

The man suddenly stood up from the bed and walked out the door, leaving Lucy writhing on the bed with the buzzing wand still rubbing against her clit and the spinning vibrator lodged the full 7 inches deep in her pussy. She tried to shake her hips to try and dislodge one of the devices but it only made in worse as the movements cause wave after wave of intense orgasms to rip through her shaking body. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the man entered the room once again and began removing the toys from Lucy's soaked, exhausted body. As the vibrator exited her contracting pussy it was followed by a final stream of juices which the man scooped up and tasted, taking care to suck all the juices off his dripping fingers.

"Mmmmm you have done well, that was a nice breakfast" he said softly as he leant over her and kissed her hard and full on the mouth. Lucy could taste his breath and her own juices as his tongue entered her mouth and wrestled with her own. She felt his hard cock brush against her thigh as he continued to kiss her, and she instinctively raised her hips to meet him. His hand slipped down between them and he grazed his fingers across her moist puffed pussy lips.

"Mmmmph!" She groaned out in pain as his fingers made contact with her assaulted pussy.

"Not recovered yet?" He smiled at her, breaking the kiss. He edged his way up the bed, his long hard cock dragging over her body and across her breasts leaving a trail of sticky precum behind it. Once his large cock was positioned over her mouth, Lucy tried to lean forward to taste that delicious looking head. The man pulled back slightly so that his cock was just out of reach of her lips. She darted her tongue out and got a quick taste of his salty precum but was rewarded by a sharp tap to her still very sensitive pussy. 

"Ask to taste your master's cock" he instructed her in a stern voice. 

"May I please taste master's delicious cock?" Lucy asked in a meek voice. 

"Louder!" The man warned. 

"MAY I PLEA..." Before she could finish her sentence the man drove his thick hard cock deep into Lucy's throat, making her gag and cough.

He withdrew his cock so that the head was just at her lips, allowing her to regain her breath as tears formed in her eyes from the gagging. She dutifully sucked on his cock head and licked the underside of his long shaft as she relaxed her throat and took almost half of his length in her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and began slowly fucking into her mouth and throat. Lucy kept it up as long as she could before she began to gag again. The closing of her throat around the man's throbbing cock was too much for him to withstand and he spurted a hot stream of creamy cum straight down into her stomach. He pulled his twitching cock out of her throat and allowed her to suck the last few drops of sweet salty cum from his dripping cock. 

As Lucy was swallowing the last of his tasty cream, the man begun to untie her wrists and ankles. She moaned in pain as the blood rushed back into her hands and feet, she leaned over and began to massage her rope marked limbs. Once the passion subsided she made to get up off the bed but the man wrapped an arm around her and carried her out into the dining room. 

The table was no longer there and in its place was a large wooden structure set out like a tripod with some kind of crude looking harness hanging from it. The man carried Lucy over to the tripod and begun to strap her into it so that she swung freely in it with her face pointing towards the floor and her legs hanging under her. Her feet were then placed in some stirrups so that her legs were spread apart, making her pussy once again visible under her tight round ass. 

A rough finger began to intrude her pussy and asshole as the man begun to apply a generous amount of lubricant to both of her holes. Lucy was now resigned to the fact that she was his sex slave so just kept quiet and braced herself for what was about to happen. 

The familiar feeling of his huge cock head made her groan out as his large member began stretching her pussy open once again and he slowly slip into he until he has filling her to her limits. As she was expecting him to begin roughly fucking her, she felt another member pushing against her tight virgin asshole. It was his large middle finger and with the lube he was able to slip it in to the first knuckle. She squeezed tight around his finger determined to resist the intrusion. 

"You need to relax or this will hurt you too much" he whispered into he ear. He squeezed he ass cheek firmly and felt her sphincter muscle release his finger so he was able to work it in a bit deeper and move it around. He slipped another finger in and felt her loosening up a bit. With his cock still deep inside her pussy, he began to finger fuck her tight asshole and she started to gyrate her ass as the new sensation of having both holes filled was beginning to make her cum again. 

The man begun to slide his massive thick cock out of her hot slick pussy and drive it back in. The sex swing made it easy for him to control Lucy's body and he started to fuck her ruthlessly as fast as he could while also driving his two thick fingers deep in her ass. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUCK MEEEE!" Lucy screamed out as her body finally succumbed to the pleasure and a puddle formed under her spasming body as her pussy juice streamed out around the man's pounding cock. Her asshole clamped down around his fingers and he quickly withdrew his cock from her twitching cunt so that she relaxed a bit allowing him to remove his fingers and leave her stretched asshole gaping open. Before the hole could close, he shoved his cock deep into her waitng asshole. Freshly coated in Lucy's cum, his cock slid in a full 5 inches before he could go no further.

Lucy cried out in pain as the huge cock felt like it was tearing her apart. Just as she thought she couldn't take it any longer, she felt the cock twitching inside her as hot cum begun to fill her up. The added lubrication of the warm cream allowed the man to push in a further inch as he shot the last of his seed deep into her rectum. He grabbed onto her hips as he pumped into her a few more times before finally pulling fully out of her. 

Lucy's once again gaping asshole began to close as a stream of warm cum dripped from deep within her and dribbled down over her wet pussy lips. 

"Good girl" he told her and walked around to her head and shoved his cum covered cock into her mouth. She greedily sucked it clean and with her free hand begun to rub her wet pussy, the thought of having this huge cock in her mouth while her cum filled asshole contracted open and close was enough to send her into an instant orgasm and she screamed out once more around his cock. 

After her spasms subsided the man withdrew from her mouth and began removing her limp body from the harness. He cradled her in his arms and carried her outside and down the trail onto the soft white sand and into the warm morning sea. The fresh sea water made her shiver and she hugged onto him tightly as he begun to wash himself and her body clean of their combined cum and juices. He kissed her passionately and carried her back up to the house and sat her on the seat outside his cabin as he went back inside. 

He soon came back with a glass of fresh pineapple juice and a plate full of local fruits. After the morning's activities they were both famished and hungrily ate down all the food, washed down with the cold refreshing juice. They sat there in silence as the morning sun rose up and warmed their naked bodies. 

"Thank you for the company" said the man in a warm friendly voice and he bent down to kiss her on the lips. 

After a short embrace he stood up and walked off back towards the beach. Lucy, not wanting to leave his presence, quickly got up and ran after him. As she came out onto the beach she noticed the man dragging something out of the bushes. Her kayak. Lucy ran over to her kayak and checked to see if all her gear was still there. Sure enough, everything was as she had left it the day before. 

"You should head off before it gets too late" the man said as he dragged the boat towards the water. 

"Will I ever see you again?" She asked in a worried voice.

"Perhaps" he smiled as he turned and walked back to the cabin. 

Lucy picked up the paddle and waded up to her kayak as she carefully hopped in. She began to make her way back out into the ocean, the warm sun beating down on her bare shoulders as she settled into a steady pace. 

A few hours later a boat passed close by her and she noticed the a man in the back point excitedly towards her as he called his buddy over. Lucy frowned for a moment before looking down and realising she was still completely naked. She raised her hand and waved back to them with a big grin on her face. She dipped her paddle in the water and did a quick turn as she headed back towards the small island, hoping her new lover was there to teach her. 

THE END