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The Island

By: Don Beck



Don and Traci were on their second sailing cruise. The first, on their 25th anniversary, had been so much fun that they had gone home and quickly saved enough money for a return trip. They were blown away by their first trip. The food, the weather, the scenery, and the new friends they had made were all outstanding. But especially the sex. They had made love like they were both new to it. They could never get enough of each other. They came close to making love on a beach but stopped short because there were people not far away. They both regretted not following through and had talked about it many times, both vowing that if they had the chance again they would take it. 

On their first cruise, Traci had been one of the more attractive women on board. And while many of the women didn't have as nice a body as she did, they still wore some pretty small bathing suits, shorts, and tops. They didn't seem to care and nobody else did either. And while Traci would never wear anything risqué, Don was glad to see that this time she had brought along some clothes that she looked very sexy in, including some very short shorts and a couple of slightly revealing new tops. 

The night before the cruise, there was a welcoming dinner. When Don was dressed, Traci told him to go out and have a drink and she would meet him there. He was dying for a beer so he went. About the time Don began to wonder where Traci was, he saw her walking towards him. He did a double take. She was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and very, very sexy. She had really gotten her body into great shape and she had a tan that accentuated her curves and lean muscles. She was wearing a very short casual skirt and a low cut top with some sort of push up bra that really showed off her nice breasts. As she approached, Don realized he wasn't the only one watching her. When she reached him they shared a small but intimate kiss. 

"God you're gorgeous!" Don said. 

She simply smiled and said, "I thought you might like this." 

He got her a drink and they settled in to enjoy a wonderful night. They watched a gorgeous sunset, had drinks, a good meal, and met many of their shipmates. And just about every man they met checked Traci over, some less discreetly than others. They spoke at length with a couple of the young men who worked on the ship. They envied them for their lifestyle. When the evening was over Don couldn't wait to get Traci back to their berth. As he stripped off her clothes, he was surprised to find her naked under her skirt. Her pussy was dripping. 

"You can't imagine how good that warm breeze felt blowing under my skirt", she said. 

Don laid her back and was quickly lapping up her delicious, warm juices. That breeze must have felt especially good because she came very quickly. He knew she wanted to suck him but sometimes he just couldn't wait, so he moved up between her legs and slid his erect penis into her warmth. She felt so good, so wet, so tight. Don held back as long as he could but sometimes she made him so hot there was no slowing his impending ejaculation. It was an extremely intense orgasm as he emptied copious amounts of his seed into her love box. As they later fell asleep in each other's arms, Don was so relaxed, so in love with this wonderful woman. And he was really looking forward to their next week together. 

The next morning when Don woke up Traci was not there. There was a note from her telling him to meet her for coffee on deck when he was ready. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, put on a pair of shorts and a shirt and went outside. It was a wonderful day. He scanned the horizon briefly, then looked up and down the ship for Traci. He spotted her a short ways away apparently helping to hoist a sail. As he got closer he realized one of the deck hands was standing behind her, his hands on top of hers, helping her. As the ship rolled, he could see their bodies briefly press against each other, his loins pushing into Traci's ass. As Don approached, he could see a big smile on Traci's face. He also couldn't help but notice how good looking the young man with her was. She waved to Don, turned back and said something to the deck hand, and then released her hold on the rope to him. She met Don with a hug and a kiss. 

"What a beautiful day", she said, as they sat down on a bench by the railing. 

Once again Traci looked great in a nice pair of shorts and a snug top. Don had remembered what she said last night and he had come out without underwear. He was now feeling that nice sensation of a warm breeze against his balls and dick. After a few minutes, Traci's friendly deck hand arrived with three cups of coffee. 

Traci said, "Don, this is Carlos. He was kind enough to give me a sailing lesson so I invited him to join us for coffee." 

Don and Carlos shook hands and settled in to a pleasant conversation. This young man immediately impressed Don. He was very intelligent with a great sense of humor. He told us that he, like much of the help on board, was from local islands. He spoke at length about his home island, with a name Don couldn't pronounce, and about his life and customs. Don gathered that he was mostly of Spanish descent. Even Don had to admit he was handsome. He was about six feet tall with black hair and a firm, lean body. He wasn't real dark, but had a deep tan that Don would have loved to have himself. As they talked, Carlos introduced them to three other young men from his island, all built very much like him and almost as good looking. Over the next few days, Don and Traci spent quite a bit of time with these young men, and were also introduced to a couple of young women from their island. They could see why the cruise lines hired them. Apparently there were some good genes floating around their island because all of them were very attractive. 

Don and Traci met numerous people on the ship, made a few friends, and had lots of fun. But they spent most of their time, when they weren't making love, with Carlos and his friends. Carlos told them interesting stories about their island. One was that although many people left the island from time to time, they always came back. They seemed to have a society of extreme friendship, love, and peace. There was very little crime on their island. They would be passing by it in a few days and Traci asked for a personal tour. Carlos became quiet at the request. Carlos told them that outsiders were rarely brought there but that he would see what could be done. 

The next few days were outstanding, with numerous parties, wonderful sunsets, and unbelievable sex. One evening after dinner, Traci and Don were sitting together in a lounge chair at the very front of the boat. They were alone. Traci was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and a cute top that zipped part way down the front. Don kissed her neck a little, and they both started to lightly touch each other, occasionally looking around to be sure they were still alone. After a few minutes, he began to play with the zipper on her shirt and before long it was open down past her breasts. He wasn't sure why but she never tried to stop him. She seemed to be much less inhibited lately. He could tell she was enjoying the breeze lightly caressing her tits. She was braless, but then neither one of them wore underwear much anymore since that first day. He continued to kiss her neck, able to look down and see her jutting nipples. He started to rub and lightly pinch them with one hand. His other hand soon found it's way into her shorts. He easily found her growing bud between her lips, stole some moisture from her hole, and began to rub it slowly. Almost instantly she was moving her hips against his hand. Don looked around one last time but they still had this spot to themselves. His hand was now moving rapidly across her clit. Between that, his other hand caressing her nipples, and the breeze blowing not only across her breasts, but also over her lips and pussy, she was helpless. She allowed him to bring her pleasure to a boil, and then she released that pleasure into the evening air. Traci's orgasms were usually strongest when brought about by a tongue on her clit and a finger inside her pussy, but this one was every bit as strong. She even moaned a little, unable to help it and not really caring anymore. Don pulled his wet finger away from her receding bud and rubbed the remaining juices on her nipples. As they lay there in total peace, they heard footsteps behind them. Don went to pull up Traci's zipper but it immediately snagged. Traci simply pulled her shirt closed as best she could, but except for her nipples, she was still quite exposed. They heard Carlos' voice as he asked if he was interrupting them. 

Traci turned to greet him, said "No", and invited him to join them. 

When she turned, her top opened a little more. Although it was now twilight, he got a good glimpse of Traci's nice tits. As he sat down, he said he had some good news. They would be passing by his island tomorrow and the captain had given him special permission to take them to visit his island. He had also contacted some relatives and been told he could bring Don and Traci there as his special friends. They were flattered and told him they would love to see his home. He also said a couple of the other men and women from his island would be going with them. He mentioned a few more things about his home and they talked for quite some time. Since they would be leaving early, Don and Traci went back to their cabin to get some sleep. 

As they undressed for bed, Traci knelt in front of Don and began to love him with her mouth. Don had always loved the way Traci sucked him. So he simply held her head and selfishly let her. When he told her he was getting close, she turned around and waved her nice ass at him. Don knelt down and stared. He loved the sight of her pussy from behind. He moved up behind her and allowed his hard cock to find her pussy. He slid into her slowly at first, savoring her warmth, her wetness, her tightness, her love. Although they started slowly, the urgency built until faster and faster they moved against one another. They rammed repeatedly against each other, as they had so many times before, knowing exactly what felt best to the other. Don was pleasantly surprised to witness a second orgasm by his horny wife as her pussy clamped down on his dick, pushing back against him. As often happens, her orgasm triggered his and he immediately emptied his hot semen into her moist pussy. They continued to slowly thrust against each other even after their orgasms had gone, just feeling the wondrous sensations brought on by their sex. They then lay down in each other's arms, totally in love. They proclaimed their love to each other and said goodnight. 

They both drifted off quickly, but Don could have sworn he heard Traci say, "Carlos", right before she started her slow soft breathing of sleep. 

The next morning was gorgeous as usual. Don and Traci jumped up early in anticipation of an adventurous outing with their new friends. They were soon on their way in a small motorized boat. They were told the trip would take about an hour so they settled in and enjoyed the day. Carlos continued his dialogue about his wonderful sounding home. Some of what he told them was a little bizarre but very interesting. He said there was virtually no crime, no hatred, no jealousy, nor any of the major "sins" that was prevalent in most of society. When he explained why Don and Traci were both a little surprised. They didn't have a standard religion to speak of but worshipped the earth, "much like the American Indians", he said. He explained that their forefathers had traveled the earth and had brought back much of their behavior from various people and animals. He talked at length about a group of monkeys they had studied that had no fights or wars and the whole group was like one big family. And apparently these monkeys mated willingly with any other willing monkey in the group, even though they had mates. 

Traci laughed and said, "So you just sit around and have sex all day?" 

Carlos smiled and said, "Not exactly, but it is like no other society that we know of." 

No wonder everyone always returned home, Don thought. As Traci and Carlos continued their discussion, Don began to talk to a pretty young woman named Maria. She mentioned to him that it was obvious how much Traci and he loved each other. Then she asked him if he trusted his wife. 

"With all my heart", Don answered. 

He thought this was a strange question but before he could discuss it more, they arrived. To say their island was beautiful was an understatement. Traci and Don were both awestruck. They were led to a path, which took them to a small village. They couldn't believe what they saw. Every single man, woman, and child was attractive. They were beginning to think they had stumbled onto some weird science experiment, but Carlos read their minds. 

"We don't completely understand it either. Either our ancestors had incredible genes, or it's the climate, our lifestyle, or some of the special foods indigenous only to this island. Or maybe everything combined", he explained. 

They were then treated to a morning meal consisting of delicious fruits and juices. Carlos went on to explain that today was a very special day and they would be witnesses to a unique ceremony. They spent the rest of the morning exploring their beautiful island and visiting with many different people. All were very friendly. Don could easily see how this could be considered Paradise by some. About midday, Carlos and Maria came and got them. 

"If you wish to participate in our ceremony, we will have to prepare you. Basically, we dress you in our native garb and ask that you follow our customs." 

Traci and Don both agreed and went off, Traci with Maria and Don with Carlos. Don's preparation consisted of nothing more than putting on a native wrap around his lower body. They also covered his tender skin with what he guessed was a native sunscreen. He was then treated to a mildly fermented brew of various juices. He simply relaxed and shared stories with these wonderful people. 

Traci's preparation was similar. As she slipped out of her clothes she noticed that Maria and another girl who was helping her glanced at her sex, smiled and said something in their native tongue. They then spread a sweet smelling lotion over her whole body. She was pleasantly surprised to feel her skin come alive and her sensations heightening. She was also pleased to notice that it turned her unexposed white skin to a dark tan, matching the rest of her. They then gave her a simple robe to wear and left her alone with a delicious nectar. After a few moments, Carlos walked in. 

"I was under the impression that the men and women were separated until the ceremony", she said. 

"That is mostly true, except for me. You see, I am what you might call the leader of our people. So I am here as a courtesy to explain our ceremony to you in detail. First, I want you to know that you are the first outsiders to witness this in over 50 years. This is a great honor. I am also here to humbly ask that you participate." 

Traci replied, "Of course, as long as I'm not a human sacrifice. But if this is a somewhat sacred ceremony, why are Don and I allowed to join in?" 

Carlos smiled and went on, "I have certain powers, if you will, of being able to see deep into other people's souls, you might say. You are a very strong person with an enormous amount of love and understanding. You are very trusting and often put other's feelings ahead of your own. I even wondered if you might have lived here in a past life. If you are at all reluctant to participate, I can help. That nectar you are drinking is very special. It affects everyone differently, but mostly it allows a person to overcome their inhibitions. It can't make you do anything against your will. And you will still have all of your decision-making abilities. No matter how much you drink, you will be able to say no or walk away if anything offends you. If it would help, I will join you in a cup right now." 

Traci didn't know what to say. She was a little reluctant, not knowing what role she would play in the ceremony, but she knew she could trust this handsome man. And she was flattered that she was being allowed to take part. With that she smiled at Carlos and took a big gulp of the nectar. It was so delicious that she quickly finished off the rest. Carlos also drank his and then left. Maria entered and refilled Traci's cup. They sat and talked as old friends, Traci sipping from her second cup of the nectar. Traci felt a sudden glow overtake her senses as the nectar began to course through her body. Traci then realized that Maria had gotten out a different gown for her to wear. She slipped her robe off and put on this gown. It was a wrap that covered just past her bottom, and draped over one shoulder. It covered only one of her breasts, the other exposed to the world. She actually found it quite comfortable. Maria coaxed her to finish the rest of her fruit nectar and then led her outside. 

All the adults of the village were waiting, lined up in rows with men on one side and women on the other. In the back of her mind she knew she should be uneasy in her wrap, but she wasn't in the least. All the other women wore identical wraps, and they all looked very attractive. As they began their procession, she noticed many of the men and women were holding hands or walking arm in arm. She fell in at the very back of the line, Maria in front of her and Carlos at her side. As they walked she noticed her sensations heightening even more. Her skin tingled, she could smell numerous fragrant flowers, and the colors suddenly seemed so bright. As a soft breeze blew under her wrap, she could feel her sex begin to warm with desire. This caused her to look around for Don, but she did not see him

Soon the foliage opened up onto a beautiful white sand beach. As they reached the beach, she saw that the islanders were trailing off into the dense jungle on both sides. She started to do the same, but Carlos lightly grasped her arm and led her out onto the beach. There were two solitary trees in the middle, casting a shade over many large and colorful blankets. Being suddenly alone on this idyllic beach with Carlos, she easily allowed herself to be led to the shade of the trees. Her senses were now in high gear as she took in the sight of the ocean and the gorgeous man next to her. She quickly forgot all the others as she realized how much she wanted her new handsome friend. She was very much aware, deep down inside, that she shouldn't feel this way, but she went along with her feelings, allowing her deepest desires to rise up to the surface. She smiled as she realized how good she felt with no guilt whatsoever. As they stopped, Carlos turned and faced the trees and began to speak loudly in his native tongue. As Carlos had led Traci onto the beach, Maria had guided Don off to one side. Although puzzled as to what his wife was doing with Carlos he simply stood and observed as the others appeared to be doing. As Carlos began to speak, Maria turned to him and once again asked, "Do you trust your wife?" 

He quickly replied, "I trust her more than words can say." 

Don was beginning to become a little uneasy with what he saw, especially knowing a little about their culture. But he also had to admit to himself that Traci looked beautiful. And the juice he had been given had put him in a very relaxed mood. 

Maria said, "If you truly love and trust your wife, do not interfere. Allow her her pleasure." 

Beginning to sense what might be coming Don said, "How do I know Traci will be okay with this?" 

Maria replied, "On that you will have to trust me. I, and every woman here, have been the center of this ceremony. She will be fine." 


The Island



Don was still a little uneasy but he did trust Maria and he was glad she was there to help explain things to him. As if on cue, he saw Carlos reach down and release Traci's wrap from her body. Traci certainly didn't seem bothered as she stepped out of her wrap, naked to the world. Carlos then turned Traci to face the trees from where Don assumed everyone was watching. He was right as he heard an audible gasp and light laughter of approval from all around them. 

Don turned to Maria and whispered, "Why the reaction? Traci is certainly a very sexy woman, but so are many other women on this island." 

Maria replied, "We all know what a special woman Traci is, because Carlos shared his intuitions about her with us. Then when she turned around and showed us her hairless body, we were all very pleased." 

"But why is it so important that she is clean shaven?" he asked. 

"I will explain," answered Maria. "First, people here have been shaving and plucking their sex hair for a very long time. The reason it is done is simply to add to the pleasure of coupling. It is not required but most of us enjoy it. Aside from that it is considered almost sacred for a woman to be hairless. Consider this. If you were out in the jungle and you came across a cave that was covered with foliage and vines, you probably wouldn't enter. But if you came across a cave that was open, that would be much more inviting. The same is true for a woman. A woman's hairless sex is actually like an open cave, a welcoming sight, inviting all to enter for their pleasure. Your wife shows all the signs of being an inviting woman, one who wishes to please. She is surely one of us." 

Don smiled to himself at her explanation but retained his calm demeanor as he said, "I have to admit, that is true. She goes out of her way to please me." 

"There is one other thing I must relate," Maria stated. "Remember, we think of the earth as a mother. During this ceremony your wife will assume that role. So before any man may receive pleasure, he must ask permission of the Mother. Then and only then will he receive pleasure. But he may not take pleasure selfishly. He must please the mother in return." 

Don blurted out, "But Traci..." 

Maria quickly calmed his apprehensions by further explaining, "Your wife is completely safe. She cannot and will not do anything against her will. She is free to exit the ceremony at any time. But remember, you must trust her and trust her judgement completely. This will also be a test of your love for her." 

Don thought to himself, "Okay, I can handle this. I will enjoy watching her with Carlos, then we can end the ceremony and be on our way." 

When Traci felt Carlos drop the wrap from her body, she was not shy in the least. She was actually glad to be free of it. She felt as if her body was meant to be bare to the world. The whole time Carlos whispered calmly to her, telling her what was happening next. When he turned her to face the trees, she could sense the people behind them, but she also sensed their acceptance and stood proudly before them. As Carlos turned her back to face him, he too was now naked. Traci felt no shame as she blatantly admired his body, and especially his slowly rising member. 

As Carlos whispered to her once again, she stared deeply into his eyes and saw the intense love and pleasure that he, and all these people, thrived on. She was overcome by an inner calmness, realizing that only good could come of whatever happened next. This would be a celebration of life. Carlos sensed Traci's sudden understanding and smiled. He then softly taught her the words she would soon hear. They formed a simple request that Traci learned meant, "May I please the Mother?" Carlos then knelt in front of her and requested the same. Traci nodded yes. 

As Don watched, his heart beating faster, Carlos leaned forward and gently kissed Traci's pussy lips. Don felt his penis spring to life. His wrap did little to hide his erection and he noticed that of the people I could see, all were now naked themselves, including Maria next to him. 

"Well, when in Rome," he thought and dropped his wrap by his side. 

Don's arousement grew even stronger as he felt the pleasure of being naked. He watched intently as Carlos stood up and Traci fell to her knees. Don became totally unaware of his surroundings as he focused on his wife. He realized he had been placed at the best possible vantagepoint to watch, only about 40 feet away and off to one side. He could actually see the head of Carlos' now hard dick glistening from his pre-come. He watched intently as Traci lovingly licked the juice from Carlos' head and then slowly engulfed him. Don could tell Carlos was well hung. He guessed about eight inches long and very thick. Don hoped he didn't hurt his wife, but if Traci was concerned she didn't show it. 

In fact, at that moment, Traci could feel her own juices flowing increasingly, lubricating her for Carlos' hugeness. As Carlos' pulled away, she allowed him to gently lay her back. She could feel two distinct and opposite emotions simultaneously. One was the intense arousal and need for release. The other was an extreme calmness. As she spread her legs and opened herself for this perfect man, she could see amazing happiness on his face as he admired her sex. He lowered himself down and was pleased to feel Traci's hand wrap around his swollen member, guiding him to her wetness. Only women who gave of themselves willingly performed this simple act. Traci felt his hard head begin to push into her pussy. He went slowly but her pussy accepted him gratefully. He entered her an inch or two at a time until Traci felt fuller than ever before in her life. She felt the intense pleasure of sex and love as Carlos' slowly stroked in and out of her. She could feel the building orgasm in the back of her mind as Carlos' began whispering in her ear. 

"Remember, you can say no anytime, for you are the Mother. And I will always be nearby. Just call my name if you need me." 

She was about to tell him she couldn't say no to him, when he slowly pulled out of her. She was very puzzled and more than a little disappointed and was about to call his name, when he was replaced by another handsome young man, probably no more than eighteen years old kneeling between her legs. He was a total stranger, yet she made no move to cover or hide her pussy. 

He immediately spoke the words that she knew meant, "May I please the Mother?" 

She knew what she needed and knew what she wanted to do, but she hesitated until she heard Carlos' loving voice in her ear. 

"This is his first time. It is a great honor for a woman to take a man inside of her for his first time. But it is an even greater honor for him to be the first one to please you." 

With all of her inhibitions hidden deeply in her brain, Traci felt nothing but desire, love, and an extreme serenity. She smiled knowingly at the young man and nodded yes. As he began to worship her with his tongue, she could tell this young man had been taught something about the female anatomy, for his tongue lapped at her juicy hole and then focused on her erect clit. She was impressed by his technique for such a newcomer, but she soon focused only on her own pleasure. As her orgasm started, she stared straight up into the deep blue sky and allowed the pleasure of the moment to overtake her completely. It was a powerful and very satisfying orgasm, but when it finally ended, she felt that instead of her desire decreasing, it had actually doubled. She grasped the young man by the shoulders and pulled him to her. She once again grasped a nice penis and guided it into her hot wet box. He wasn't as big as Carlos', but big enough. The young man, being his first time, could not control himself and began humping wildly. Within a few strokes, Traci could feel him tense as his own pleasure overtook him. 

Traci never heard the murmuring and quiet cheers as the villagers witnessed her orgasm and then the young man's. She was smiling proudly as the young man pulled away, thanking the Mother over and over. Traci thought the young man had left but was surprised to see him still kneeling between her legs. 

She then realized that this was a different young man as he repeated the words, "May I please the Mother?" 

Although a deep part of her brain questioned if she should continue, her desire and need to please were now driving her actions. She nodded to this new young man and he quickly lay on top of Traci, his erection finding her pussy on it's own. He also had a nice dick, but Traci didn't get to feel it for long as he exploded into her very quickly. Once again she heard the words thanking the Mother as he receded. 

She remained very relaxed and satisfied, yet her desire still burned inside her. As another young man knelt in front of her, she didn't hear him speak as he reached for her. Before she could agree or refuse, she felt a furry softness against her sex and looked down to see the young man cleaning her with a large leaf. 

Once again she heard Carlos speak, "The juices of the Mother are indeed sacred, even more so when mixed with the seed of man. We collect them and bury the leaves in the earth as a sacrifice. We now thank you for making men out of these two fine boys." 

"Is the ceremony over?" Traci asked. 

She now saw Carlos' face as he smiled over her and said, "That is the decision of the Mother. Just as you can stop at any time, you may also continue. There are many men who wish to pleasure the Mother, but the decision is yours." 

At another place, in some other time, Traci would have stopped. But she now felt as though she really was the Mother, and in a way she was. She wanted to give these people pleasure, and needed to be pleasured herself. 

She nodded at Carlos' and said, "Please continue." 

No sooner had the words left her mouth than another attractive man stood before her. What was with these men? Every one was good-looking and every one had almost identical perfect dicks. Although she never saw another as big as Carlos', they were all at least seven inches long and thick. The new man spoke the words, and Traci quickly nodded her agreement. He was obviously experienced as he began to lick between her legs. He caressed her tits as he drank her juices. As Traci once again rose toward ecstasy, he zeroed in on her little marble and began to lick it back and forth rapidly. She was impressed with how fast his tongue moved. She was also excited to feel his finger enter her and begin rubbing her special spot. Within moments she exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, once again staring into the heavens as the pleasure engulfed and surrounded her. 

She looked forward to pleasuring this man, now that he had pleasured the Mother. She smiled as he turned her over and raised her onto her hands and knees. He entered her completely in two long strokes and had soon settled into a steady rhythm, stroking her pussy so that her G-spot was once again aroused. He was an expert lover. 

Traci was pleasantly surprised when another man approached from the front as the first man continued to take her from behind. He spoke the magic words. She nodded again and he dropped to his knees, his hardness inches from her face. She opened her mouth and allowed him to guide his stiff cock into her mouth. As she had noticed with Carlos, his dick had a unique but pleasing flavor that reminded her of the nectar she had drank earlier. In fact, all the men had coated their penises with that same nectar to ensure that Traci retained her desire, and also because it imparted a soothing effect on the walls of Traci's pussy. She felt the man behind her pushing in and out of her needfully and allowed his actions to control the movement of her mouth, forward and back, over the second man's big dick. She heard a loud moan behind her and felt the heat of his cum as it mixed with her already warm juices, deep inside her. 

As he slowly pulled out and left, she once again felt the softness of the special leaf against her pussy as she was cleansed, her juices harvested. She felt an intense satisfaction, not only from her own sexual pleasure, but also from giving them the pleasure of the Mother, pleasing them both spiritually and physically. And though it seemed a little bizarre, she was somehow pleased that her own juices were considered special enough to feed this island. 

The man in her mouth removed himself and lay down on his back. Traci instinctively stood and started to mount him, but he turned her gently so that she would mount him facing towards his feet. She loved this position and went along easily. As she eased herself down, she reached back and guided yet another perfect dick into her love hole. She was very wet from her continually flowing juices and from all the semen that had erupted inside of her. Within three slow strokes she was all the way down on this man, his dick buried deep inside her. As he grasped her hips, she began to rock up and down on his very hard love pole. Although each dick was similar, they all felt different, each bringing a unique feeling. 

She was no longer surprised, but excited when another man stood in front of her and asked, "May I please the Mother?" 

She smiled up at him, calmly, and nodded yes once again. As this new man stepped up to Traci, she grasped his erect member and guided it into her awaiting mouth. She leaned back slightly and rose up and down on the man below her as she sucked the other dick deeply to the back of her throat. 

Don couldn't take his eyes off of Traci, as she appeared to be a goddess of love and sex as the men of the village worshipped her. As hot as he was, he was still a little concerned about Traci. He could see Traci wasn't being forced, but he was still worried she could be hurt inside from all those men. He was also afraid she might feel very guilty and remorseful when this was all over. Don expressed these fears to Maria. 

She answered, "Every woman here has been through this ceremony, some more than once. The men are very careful not to hurt any of us. That leaf they clean her with has a special oil that lubricates and allows the soft tissue of the woman to stay supple and it also helps in healing. As for her guilt, we will have to wait and see. You see, if you are raised here, you learn that sex is a pleasure to be enjoyed, just like a beautiful day. Even though we have mates and are mostly monogamous, we still enjoy sex with others, usually on special occasions like this. This is often considered a learning experience to make coupling with our mates even better. Except for a woman's first time, in a similar ceremony, we don't need the special nectar Traci was given. But as the nectar wears off, it may cause her to forget some of what happened here. She will remember only as much as her mind allows her to remember." 

With that, Don felt better. He knew Traci would be okay. And he loved those rare occasions when he had watched Traci with another man. And in fact he often fantasized about it. But the thought of her with many men at once had scared him until now. He realized these men were concerned primarily with her pleasure and would never harm her in any way. As he turned his attentions back to Traci, Don realized that although he had been concerned, he was extremely turned on. 

Don turned to Maria again and asked, "Am I allowed to join in the ceremony?" 

She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but no." 

She glanced over at his erection and said, "Perhaps I can help you in some way?" 

He knew what she meant, but replied, "I really do trust Traci heart and soul. But I want her to trust me, too. As much as I would like to, I can't." 

Maria said, "Believe me, under the circumstances she won't fault you, as long as you are honest with her." As if noting his reluctance, she continued, "How about if I just help you along?" 

When Don didn't reply, she reached over and took his dick in her hand. He hadn't realized how hot he was until he felt Maria's cool hand wrap around his hardness. He briefly realized that he was a little smaller than most of the other men she had undoubtedly held. She began to stroke him slowly as he intently watched his wife, engrossed in her own pleasure. He was so aroused by the sight of his wife repeatedly giving and receiving all that pleasure that he came almost instantly. Maria stroked him rapidly as his cum squirted several feet in front of him. As his orgasm ebbed she slowed her pace, until she pulled her wet hand away and rubbed his warm semen onto her breasts. 

"Thank you for your gift," she said. 

Don had heard they treasured the fluids of sex, but it wasn't until later that he realized she was referring to Traci. He had allowed the islanders to share with his wife the pleasures of their culture, which few outside men would ever allow. But selfishly, he had received extreme pleasure from watching Traci fuck all those men. 

Traci continued her thrusting and sucking, making love to these wonderful people, and they to her. As time wore on, Traci was aware of other men worshipping at her hot hole of love, but her own pleasure was now so intense that it just seemed like one long orgasm, until she realized she was lying alone. Three more young men arrived. Two began to wash her all over with cool, soothing lotion as the third held her head and gave her sips of delicious water. In spite of her heightened awareness and desire, she was growing tired. For the first time in a while she heard Carlos' voice again. 

"We thank you deeply. We are in your debt and you will always be welcome here. We will end the ceremony soon, but one last man would like to make the request." 

Before Traci could respond one way or the other, she saw Carlos kneeling before her. 

"May I please you, Traci?" 

He was what she had wanted originally and when she realized the difference in his question, she not only nodded her approval but sat up and put her arms around him. 

Carlos said, "I want to pleasure you as the beautiful woman you are, not as the Mother." 

As he laid her back down, she only wanted one thing and that was to feel his large cock, once again filling her with pleasure. He obliged, allowing her once more to bring him to her pussy, where he again slid slowly inside of her. Traci could feel every square inch of her happy cunt being touched and aroused by Carlos' huge member. They were soon stroking one another contentedly, Traci rising up to meet his downward thrusts. As much pleasure as she had had that day, she felt this was the best. She could feel a change in Carlos as he pumped her. It was different than when he had entered her before. He wasn't rough, but he was a little more forceful than he was earlier, driving to give her the ultimate pleasure. She wasn't disappointed. Carlos brought her to the most intense orgasm of the day, and that was saying something. Instead of tensing, she relaxed into it, allowing it to sweep over her entire body. It was a pleasure she would never be able to describe. She didn't look at the sky, but stared deep into Carlos' dark brown eyes. She felt incredibly at ease, marveling at the all the wondrous feelings she had received and given on this wonderful day. She then saw his eyes dilate slightly as his pleasure overcame him. He thrust faster and more forcefully as his orgasm started. She couldn't take her eyes off of his handsome face as she felt his hot liquid soaking her pussy. She continued to have small after-orgasms as her pussy spasmed against his hard cock. 

All too soon the pleasure ceased. Carlos remained on top of her, his member still inside of her, as hard as when he had first entered her. After a few minutes of quiet bliss, she felt him lift up and felt his stiffness pull out of her. He felt almost as good going out as he did going in. She could feel his hot sticky juices as they slowly dripped out of her. She tried to pull him back down but she was too tired. As she began to drift off to sleep, she realized there were numerous couplings going on all around her. That was her last thought for many hours. 




The Island



Don couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. His wife had just pleased not one or two, but many men. It certainly hadn't been the whole village, but quite a few. The whole thing had been one amazing blur. 

Maria spoke to him, "You are now welcome to have the woman of your choice, as the whole village continues the celebration of love and pleasure." 

Don replied, "I'm very, very flattered, and you would definitely be my first choice. But please don't be offended. I choose to be with my wife now." 

With that he walked out to Traci. He simply lay down beside her and took her in his arms. Her naked flesh had never felt so good against his own. Although she was asleep, he vowed his love to her over and over, as he too fell asleep to the sound of lovemaking all around them. 

As the sun arose the next morning they awakened in each other's arms, both of them naked, alone on that beautiful beach. 

As Don awoke Traci kissed him softly and said, "Where did you come from?" 

"I was here all along," he replied. 

"You saw the ceremony?" she asked. 

"Yes," I answered. 

Traci just stared into his eyes, not saying a word. 

Don quickly said, "Don't worry. I love you as much as always. And I loved watching you." 

Traci smiled and said, "It all seems kind of like a dream. I feel a little guilty but I also feel wonderful this morning." She paused momentarily, grinned at Don and said, "Carlos was a very good lover." 

Don replied, "I take that as a challenge." 

"I was hoping you would," she said. 

With that they fell into a long, deep kiss. Don broke off the kiss and began to move downward, first kissing, licking, and sucking her nipples. Then he slowly kissed his way down her stomach until he reached her pussy lips. He licked and sucked her lips briefly but quickly moved to her hardening clit. Traci reached down and held his head in her hands as he began to lick her clit the way she loved so much. 

As her pleasure built, she kept thinking back to Carlos, and occasionally she would get flashes of other men too. 

After about ten minutes of continuous stimulation, she pushed hard against his face as she erupted in ecstasy. He continued to lick her, never slowing until Traci pulled him away. They just lay there as he admired her pussy and breathed in its delicious essence, until Traci finally caught her breath. 

"I want to suck you," she said. 

Don obligingly lay on his back and let his wife go to work. Traci saw the large amount of clear fluid dripping from his dick and immediately licked it from his head, slowly so that he could watch. She was so hot, she engulfed his throbbing shaft, her lips touching his shaven pubis. Don loved it when she took it all the way into her mouth. Traci stroked him faster and faster until she was literally mouth-fucking him. As much as he wanted her to finish him, he pulled her up. Traci spread her legs and sat down over Don's pulsating dick. He watched as her lips spread wide to accept him into her. She slid down over him, once again engulfing him completely. He was afraid that she might be a little sore, but if she was he couldn't tell. They were both amazed at how hot the other felt as their bodies became one. Traci knew Don was close so she started fucking him rapidly. Don's hips were bucking up and down, driving his dick in and out of Traci's hot, juicy hole. Within minutes he was thrusting into her forcefully as his orgasm overtook him. They could both feel the hot cum as it sprayed inside Traci's pussy. Traci pounded down against him, coaxing his pleasure on, squeezing every last drop of seed from him. When Don finally stopped pumping, Traci collapsed down onto his chest, feeling him relax into her. 

All he could say was, "I love you," which he repeated over and over. 

"We finally made love on our beach," Traci said. 

Don replied, "I hope it won't be the last time." 

They stood together, totally naked and not caring, then walked down to the water. Carlos and Maria stood arm in arm as they watched. 

Maria said, "They remind me of us, with much love for each other." 

"Yes," Carlos replied. He continued, "Perhaps we should invite them back." 

Maria squeezed his arm playfully as she said, "I was wondering when you would get to that. I could see how much you enjoyed her." 

It was Carlos' turn to smile as he said, "Yes, I did. But not as much as I enjoy you, my wonderful wife." 

Traci and Don enjoyed their last couple of days on the ship, their love and lust for each other growing daily. Don had come to realize that although Traci remembered making love to Carlos, she didn't remember much more about the ceremony. And for the next few days, whenever Traci saw certain crewmembers, she became wet and aroused for no apparent reason. And for years to come, she often had very erotic dreams about the island. She didn't really think anything of it and she enjoyed these dreams immensely. When the cruise was over, they reluctantly said goodbye to their island friends. Although they hoped to return someday, they knew their experience would never be repeated. Yet they took with them enough love and memories to last a lifetime. 



The Island



Prologue.

As my climax faded I felt the last surge of his semen. The storm that had raged outside had passed over, and the moonlight filtered in through the windows, casting a blue light with deep shadows. He stayed with me as the last quivers of my orgasm passed away leaving me on an island of serenity.

He withdrew from me and for a moment the tranquillity was marred as I wondered if there would be revulsion, a reaction against what we had done. He touched my breast, gently cupping it with his hand and said, “That was beautiful.”

Chapter 1.To the Island.

“It may be the last time we shall be together on holiday, Michael,” I had said. “David’s going to be overseas for a year and when he comes back he’ll be changed; he probably won’t want to be with us, he’ll have a life of his own.”

“All right Rhea, have it your own way, but you know damned well I’ve got a court case coming up and I wont be able to be with you for the whole time.”

“I know, but you can be with us for some of the time.”

Michael’s irritability passed; he grinned at me; “Okay, let’s do it. I suppose you’re right, it may well be the last time we’ll all be together.”

So we went to our island house; the place we had built when Michael began his climb up the legal ladder and started to make pots of money.

How impressed I had been when I first met him. He had come into the solicitor’s office where I was working as a clerk. He was about thirty years old at the time and I was just eighteen. He was handsome and charming, and if I was instantly smitten with him, he made no secret of his attraction to me. 

My parents, long time advocates of later marriage, on meeting Michael suddenly changed their tune. “Up and coming barrister; wonderful catch darling;” they didn’t even make a fuss when I announced I pregnant to Michael; “When do you plan to get married?”

Seven months after the wedding ceremony David emerged into the world. And that’s it in a nut shell.

Twenty years later, a big house in an affluent suburb; the house on the island; four cars, two of which we didn’t need; Michael a much sought after barrister who got rich people off charges that should have sent them to jail; a husband I saw only intermittently and whose real interest in David was that “he should be a credit to us.”

Oh yes, there had been the odd infidelities on Michael’s part, but he always came back to me. When he was around and for quite some time into our marriage he served me fairly well, if you know what I mean, and he was always pleased to show me off to his friends and colleagues.

As for me, I can tell you truthfully I was never unfaithful until…well that’s the story.

David had finished high school, and like a lot of kids from well off families he was going to have his overseas trip before starting tertiary studies. That was why I had been so insistent on us having this last holiday together at the island house. 

So, on the day arranged we boarded the ferry and crossed to the island; fifteen minutes on one of the few bitumen roads; ten minutes on a dirt road, then a track to the house.

The house stands on a sloping ledge part way down a cliff. It is built on two levels to fit in with the lie of the land – or rather rock - and a track winds down the cliff face to a small sandy cove. 

The cliffs curve round the cove to leave a narrow outlet to the sea beyond, and on the seaward side of the cliffs the waves roll in to boil against the cliff face; loud or soft their sound always hangs in the air.

The island’s population is small, being made up mainly of farmers and those living in the three small population centres to service their needs and those of the tourists. Although the house is only about half an hours drive to the largest population centre it has a feeling of isolation. Once there, and with mobile phones switched off, the television set and radio ignored, the troubles of the world seem far distant.

The island, cut off from the mainland thousands of years ago, has its own variety of wild life, and for all the attempts in the past to rid it of kangaroos, wallabies and other creatures, they still abound.

We had travelled in two cars, both well loaded with food and other necessities to last, if not for the whole month, at least in sufficient quantities to minimise the need to go shopping.

We unloaded and tidied away the goods, cleaned up the cobwebs and detritus that seem to creep into an unoccupied house, however well sealed, and made the beds. 

We settled in for a relaxing time that would be tinged with a touch of regret that this might be the last time Michael and I would have with David us.

Michael had laughingly commented, “He’ll probably want to come here when he gets married and has kids.”

The weather was idyllic and the men spent most of the time fishing from a ledge of rock that jutted out from one of the arms that enclosed the cove, or used the small rowing boat we kept at the house to fish farther out in the cove. I spent my time in domestic matters, reading, sun bathing on the sandy beach just below the house, or going for walks. David occasionally joined me sunbathing or walking. I kept telling Michael, who at forty eight had started to develop a bit of a paunch that he needed exercise too, but he laughed it off.

Chapter 2.The Swim.

It had always seemed like that. Michael’s work seemed to keep him away from home so much and, I suspected, his peccadilloes with young women, meant David and I had been drawn close together.

As I have said, Michael always came back to us after one of his amours, and he always seemed to want to copulate with me, but this had diminished over the years. It was only when he was relaxed and away from his lady-loves that he became a bit more urgent in his need for me.

Perhaps you think I should have left him or had affairs of my own and you may be right, but I did love Michael and, to be honest, his affluence left me free to go about my life without having to worry about money. I told myself, “As long as he doesn’t bring his women home with him and he still cares for David and me, I can tolerate the situation.”

As for affairs, I suppose that unlike Michael I took my marriage vows seriously and, to face the real truth, I’d never met a man that I fancied taking to my bed. I suppose I saw myself as a one man woman.

For the next four days the weather remained calm and warm. Michael was due to return to the mainland on the fifth day and David and I drove to the ferry to wave him goodbye as he made the fifty minute trip across the narrow strait.

We waited until we could no longer see him on the deck then headed back to the house. To save cooking we stopped off at the main town and had a meal in one of the two hotels, bought a few things we needed, then continued on to the house.

With Michael gone there was a bit of an anti-climax. It happens like that sometimes; there is a change in a situation, even a slight one, and you need time to readjust.

David went off fishing and I wandered round the house doing little jobs that didn’t need doing, and then finally took a walk along the seaward cliff tops, watching the waves roll in and thunder against the cliffs to surge back as if to frustrate the next incoming wave.

The day had turned out quite hot and when I returned to the house David had given up fishing and was lying on one of the divans in his swimming shorts.

“Coming for a swim, mum?” he asked. 

“Good idea, I’ll get changed.”

I changed into a two-piece costume – not, I hasten to add, an especially sexy garment. Nevertheless, David, lounging back on the divan commented, “You always look terrific in that, mum.”

I was not surprised since he had often commented on the things I wore, rather like an appreciative husband or lover.

I laughed and said, “Stop flirting with me and let’s get on with the swimming.”

He rose and said, “Right, let’s go.”

We went down to the beach and entered the water. Michael, along with his apparent distaste for energetic exercise, had rarely swum with us, so ever since David was a little boy I had swum and played with him in the water; splashing each other; racing and diving between each other’s legs; this had continued on throughout his teenage years.

For a while we played, but then I went back to the beach watching David swim across the cove and back. He was muscular and lithe and I took pride in what I told myself I had made. I suppose it was a bit of mutual admiration. He thought his mother looked “terrific” and I thought he looked…well…I suppose the word would be “sexy.”

I’ve read somewhere that if a mother doesn’t think her son is attractive or a father his daughter, then who will? As to the truth or falsity of that, I leave you to judge. Suffice to say that David and I thought well of each other.

If his sexiness needs any reinforcing then I should point out that he seemed to have little trouble getting girls to join him in mutual gratification. “Like father, like son,” I used to think. I even got a little envious about his girls and like a lot of mothers held that no girl was good enough for my son. 

Thinking about “father” and “son,” it’s odd that I never felt the same degree of envy about Michael and his naughty ways. I seemed to be able almost to shrug those off as the passing fancies of a still attractive and, of course, financially well-off man. It’s amazing how money seems to make one so much more desirable.

David came out of the water and ran up the beach towards me, then flopped down beside me. He lay on his back and still surveying my “product” I could not help noticing what looked like an incipient erection. 

The thought crossed my mind, “Perhaps we shouldn’t have decided on a month at the house.” We normally spent no more than a week or two at a time there, and David, away from his girls, was likely to start getting extremely sexually frustrated.

I decided to test the situation with him and asked, “Darling, would you like to shorten our stay. We could go home for a week then come back again; what do you think?”

“What for, we’re okay here, aren’t we? Do you want to go home?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud what I was really thinking so I said, “No…no darling, I just thought you might get bored.”

He grinned and said, “Not with you around mum.”

“That’s a lovely compliment, darling; as long as you’re happy with things as they are its fine with me.”

The subject was dropped and soon after we climbed back up to the house and a light meal.

Chapter 3.The Night of the Storm.

That evening David dug out some old board games we used to play with when he was little. Like a couple of kids we played snakes and ladders, laughing and accusing each other of cheating. It was for me a very nostalgic evening as I recalled those days of his childhood and the fun we had. Like Michael I began to think, “Perhaps when David is married and has children and they come here, I can have the same fun with them.”

The house was not connected to the main electricity supply so all our power came from a generator. On retiring to bed the generator had to be turned off and then we were reliant on kerosene lamps, torches and candles if we needed light.

Around ten o’clock we decided to go to bed. I took a shower and said goodnight to David, and soon after I heard him showering, then he turned off the generator and the lights faded. I could have lit the kerosene lamp beside my bed, or a candle, but was content to lay there for a while, looking at the moonlight flooding the room.

The night was hot and I lay naked on top of my bed, wishing that Michael was there to make love with me. That thought got me a trifle aroused. I got up and went to the window and looked out. Below I could see the moonlight shimmering on the water of the cove and looking up saw the yellow-golden orb of the moon.

On the island the stars and moon seem so much closer than in the city, and for a while I was transfixed by the glittering display of the night sky.

My gaze focussed on the moon and I remembered how I had read that once people worshipped it. I could understand that, it seemed so benign, so…so what? Loving, tender?

I thought of David and how he would soon be leaving me and going his own way. Perhaps absurdly I prayed to the moon goddess; “Watch over him and bring him safely back to me.”

There was a flicker of light and I thought for a moment the goddess was actually responding to my prayer; then I saw a dark line rising out to sea above the horizon. There was a distant rumble and another flash and then another and more rumbling. 

“Lightening, a storm is approaching,” I thought. I had experienced these island storms before and was always irrationally a little afraid of them. I watched for a while as the dark line of clouds drew nearer and the thunder grew louder. 

Adding to the heat of the night the air grew oppressive. I went back to my bed, laying there listening. The first stir of the storm round the house was a sudden rush of wind that grew in intensity. Then a sound, “Tick…bang…tick…bang.”

It went on and on as the wind increased. “Damn, I thought, something’s loose around the house.” The incessant ticking and banging began to irritate me, so I lit a candle and went in search of the source of the noise.

I found the cause of the noise easily enough; it was a fly wire door that had been left unlatched. On opening the inner door my candle blew out. 

I closed and latched the offending door and closed the inner door and started to make my way back to my bedroom. The clouds had now obscured the moon so I was feeling my way in the dark. I knocked against the edge of a table and dropped the candle in its holder and it fell with a clatter.

David’s voice called out close to me, “What are you doing, mother, are you all right, what was the noise?”

“It’s all right, darling, I was just closing a banging door and I dropped the candle.”

The storm was now overhead and the lighting and thunder followed each other with hardly a pause and rain began to beat on the roof. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could see David standing near me in dim outline. 

There was a flash of lightening that seemed to almost spear through the house and an immense clap of thunder that shook the place. I screamed and David came to me, putting his arms round me.

“Its okay mother…its okay.”

For a moment I clung to his warm strong body before realising that like me he was naked. I should have pulled away from him, but instead I relaxed in his arms. He began to stroke my hair then putting a hand under my chin he pressed his lips to mine. In a flash our tongues were fighting to enter each others’ mouths. We were biting each other’s lips in our frenzy; it was if we wanted to draw each other’s blood.

I felt his penis, long and hard pressing against me and his hand cupping my breast, gently pressing it. Feeling his manhood thrusting against my stomach, my own sex organ sprang to life. I felt it swelling and the fluid start to flow. My nipples hardened and I began to return his pressures by grinding my lower body against him.

Too late I began to protest; “No darling…no…we can’t…you know we can’t;” but half lifting me he bore over to one of the divans to lay me on my back. He said nothing, but kneeling before me he parted my unresisting legs. I felt his fingers on my outer labia and then something soft and warm was caressing my inner lips and penetrating my vaginal opening. 

I knew I should resist him, but I was so aroused. I wanted him; wanted him as I had never wanted any man before. I could still hear the storm raging overhead and it vied with the storm raging inside me. In the chaos of emotions that had swept over me so swiftly I tried to rationalise – to justify.

“What harm would it do…just this once, Rhea…who’s to know? Here alone we could give expression to our love for each other in the loveliest way possible.” 

I thought that in my confusion, but didn’t really believe it. I knew I should fight him off…scream…do anything to stop what must be the inevitable outcome of the path we were taking.

Then his tongue found my clitoris and it was all too late. I couldn’t – I didn’t want to – resist. I succumb to the waves of love and lust he inspired in me.

I tried to hold it back, to refuse its control over me, but relentlessly it overtook me, shaking me as the storm was shaking the house. I felt David’s arms wrap round my thighs as he forced me to remain in contact, and then it was upon me and I was screaming and weeping, letting the orgasm sweep over and through me. 

As the climax came and passed David came over me, his penis probing for entry. As I continued to vibrate and sob I guided him into me and heard him groan as penetrated. His long thick rod sank into me thrusting to my depths, almost giving me another orgasm whilst in the midst of the first one. 

Incest, adultery, they were but meaningless words. I only knew I wanted him and would give myself to him if I had to die for it. He drew back and thrust in again the again, but he couldn’t last for long. I felt him drive in more fiercely than ever, and then his warm young sperm was pouring into me, burst after burst until I thought he would never stop.

Yet stop it did, and with a shuddering sigh I felt him relax on me as I came to the end of my own orgasm. 

As I lay there, stroking his face and hair, his hand fondling my breasts, I noticed the room flood with moonlight. The thunder still rolled but now at a distance. The rain had ceased and the clouds passed over. 

“That was beautiful,” he murmured.

“Yes, my darling, very beautiful.”

Chapter 4.The Halcyon Days.

He had withdrawn from me and lay beside me still cupping a breast.

As my mind calmed I began to think about what we had done; what the consequences might be. “Perhaps it doesn’t matter,” I thought. “In less than four weeks he will be gone for a year and the memory of this will have faded, or perhaps for both of us it will be recalled with tenderness as the supreme expression of our love for each other.”

I was thinking as if it was concluded but I had not considered how potent my son was.

He bent over me and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking as his fingers penetrated my sperm and lubricant soaked vagina. Michael had never managed more than one coupling in the course of a day, that David should be exploring me, preparing me for another penetration so soon, astounded me.

In reality I needed no preparation for I was already saturated and ready to receive him. He kissed me deeply and hungrily and then came between my spread legs and entered. I was very wet and my tunnel was enlarged and as he moved in me there were soft sucking noises. 

He was in no hurry and for a while I lay in an attitude of surrender until the warning signs began. Another orgasm was taking over; I feared it; it would be agony as it tore me on its rack of sexual torment. I began to beg and plead, “No darling…don’t make me….please don’t make me…I can’t bear it, not again…please…please.”

He was merciless and my pleas went unheeded. He was now thrusting up and down in me relentlessly and despite my pleading I was moving with him. As the inevitable orgasm took control of me I wound my legs round him and began to cry out, “Come in me darling…come now…now…”

He drew back, then putting his hands under my buttocks, he groaned and thrust in.

Again the explosion of his semen as we fought together, struggling to get his seed deep into me. The moonlit room seemed to be spinning in wild confusion and I was weeping again, tears of joy and triumph.

“He’s mine…he’s mine,” were the words that ran through my brain. I wanted to possess  him; merge with him as one body, one flesh, never to part from him.

Such is the tragedy of sexual love, no matter how deep that love the moment of separation must come. We lay for a long time united at the genitals. We spoke of our love for each other but I hid my now all consuming desire for him. I feared lest the very power of my ardour alarmed him; and why not, for it alarmed me?




The Island



I had thought that it would be just once, just a sign of our love for each other, and so it was. What I had not considered because in my thirst for him, was how, having overstepped the barrier between filial love and sexual passion, we had released a monster that would not be easily re-caged. 

The full force of this came when David whispered, “Let me come to bed with you, mother.”

Had David not been leaving for his overseas trip I wonder how I would have responded? Knowing he was leaving I felt it safe to acquiesce to his request. Had he been staying I could see that it would have gone on and on, perhaps ending in tragedy for us and Michael. As it was, it would have to end in a few weeks.

We showered, washing each other, cleaning each other’s genitals.

I thought that the rest of the night would simply be a matter of literally sleeping together; again I had under estimated David’s potency. I had let loose in him something that, as he was to tell me, had been lurking in him since puberty, his desire to possess me.

He spoke of his search for me in the other women he had copulated with, including a couple of women of my own age or even older. I came to realise that I too had hungered for him, but I had kept it hidden away, even from myself. The ancient taboos had been strong in me, but once broken through as they now had been, I felt them to be empty and without power.

David did not penetrate me again that night; instead, as his manhood stood erect once more I took him into my mouth, and revelling in the taste and smell of his manhood I took his salty semen into my mouth. After that we did sleep, and for me it was a profound and dreamless sleep.

During the following days we could not leave each other alone. It seemed we were both insatiable in our hunger for each other. Sex seems to be one of those activities that the more you do it the more you want to do it, and of course the reverse is true; the less you do it the less you want to, as witness many marriages.

Even when we were not actually copulating we were for ever touching and caressing each other. Perhaps the humorous side of this was the battle to get the basic jobs like cooking and cleaning done.

Chapter 5.The Return.

There came the night when we knew Michael was to return to the island the next day. I think our coupling that night was more frantic than ever, knowing that next day it must cease, at least until Michael returned to the mainland. At this point the first consequence of the sexual relationship between David and me arose in the shape of that old monster, jealousy.

David I knew would have liked me to say that I wouldn’t have sex with his father. I knew I could not and would not say such a thing. Michael would return to me, and if he had not been playing with one of his other women, then on his first night with me he would want to unload into me.

David and I had our last sexual intercourse after breakfast, and then we awaited the arrival of Michael. Some people seem to think that sexual intercourse is debilitating, but David and I seemed to be glowing with good health, and when Michael arrived almost his first comment was, “My God, you two look healthy, you must be good for each other.”

For an awful moment I thought he must have known what David had been doing, but the moment passed and he gave no further indications that he knew or suspected.

As I had thought, Michael wanted me that night, although I wasn’t sure that it was me so much as just a female to unburden himself into. It was as it had been for many years; little foreplay, a quick ejaculation into me; withdrawal; turn away and fall asleep. Until the advent of David as my lover I had accepted and even been satisfied with this, but now, while Michael shot his sperm into me, it was David I thought of and his wonderful explorations of my body.

After that Michael seemed to take no further sexual interest in me until four days later he was due to leave. On the last night he took me again. In the meantime David and I stole some moments. If Michael was out in the boat David and I made love in the house, or we would go on walks together and find some spot where we could copulate.

With the departure of Michael, this time for two weeks, David returned to my bed. 

One thing that puzzled me was David’s desire to look at my sex organ. Sometimes he would lie gazing at it, exploring it with his fingers and finally bringing me off with cunnilingus. Michael had never wanted to look at my vagina so it was a wonderful experience to have David so fascinated by it. 

I think this fascination derived from the fact that it was through that tunnel I had brought him into the world, and indeed for both of us our physical unions were like a home coming; it was as if we belonged to each other in a very profound way. I suppose that bond, whether it becomes overtly sexual or not, exists between many mothers and sons.

I think this sense of oneness was most cogent when we lay facing each other, our genitals united, looking into each others eyes. We would speak of our love and the beauty we found in each other’s bodies, and eventually David would come into me with gentle thrusts and I would respond, pushing to meet his inward plunge.

Michael returned to the island for the last few days of our stay. Again he took me on his first night back in his usual fashion. David became moody but then so did I. Soon David would be leaving and be away for a whole year. We came together as often as we could and after we had returned to the mainland, and on the last night before David departed, I waited until Michael was asleep and risked joining David in his bed. We both wept as we made love, and long after our climaxes we lay together with his penis in my vagina. In the early hours of the morning I crept back to my own bedroom and slipped in beside Michael.

Chapter 6.The Departure and Return.

Michael was busy in court the day David departed, and it was left to me to see him off at the airport. At the last moment he said he wouldn’t go, but I persuaded him that he must. Little did he know it, but it was important for me that he did go.

Although we would be separated for a year, David had left something of himself with me. I had been fairly sure even before we left the island, and soon after David had gone it was confirmed; I was pregnant. Of course it might have been Michael who had impregnated me, but it seemed hardly likely.

After David was born Michael and I decided there would be at least one more child; more accurately, I decided, since Michael was not really interested in children, he simply indulged me, or would have done if I could have got pregnant. 

It never happened and although tests were carried out and I was told I was fertile, something was said about Michael having a low sperm count. After that Michael lost whatever little interest he had in having children, and it was then he began his philandering.

Michael, of course, had to be told of my condition. When I announced it one night in bed he stared at me in amazement, then gave a strange laugh and said, “What, after all these years? I shall be a father when I’m almost ready to be a grandfather.”

At first he seemed quite happy about my pregnancy, but beyond worrying about my having a baby at my age, when the doctor assured us that I was a perfectly healthy woman he seemed to rest content.

I think David must have fertilised me that very first time we came together during the storm, because it was almost nine months to the day after that I gave birth to a girl, Annette. 

Her arrival and then her sleeping in the cot next to my bed brought about a change in my life with Michael. He complained about being disturbed during the night when I breast fed Annette. The upshot was, we decided that Michael would sleep in another room and only return to the marital bed when Annette was past the time of night time feeding and in a room of her own. Michael has never returned to my bed.

I had told David nothing of my pregnancy and Annette’s birth. Fortunately Michael, like most males when it comes to family communication, left the writing of letters to David up to me. Occasionally he would ask me to add a note from him in my letters, but he never read David’s to us, asking only for a brief summary of what David had written.

So it was that when after twelve months away David arrived home, he knew nothing about Annette.

Just as it had been left to me to see David off, so it was left to me to meet him; as he came into the arrival lounge looking fit and well, we clung to each other like two lovers long separated, which of course we were.

Since I had not wanted to greet David at the airport with a baby in my arms I had left a neighbour to look after Annette. She almost gave the game away when on leaving she said, “She’s been as quiet as a mouse,” but David excited to be home did not pick up on this.

I got the matter over quickly, and taking him by the hand I said, “I’ve got something to show you.”

I led him to my bedroom and I think he thought I was taking him there to make love immediately. After all our hugging and kissing we were certainly both ready for it. I led him to the cot and he looked down at Annette.

For a full minute he stood staring down at the baby, stunned, and then he turned to me with a tender smile and asked, “Ours?”

“Yes, darling.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted you to have a year away, perhaps so we could get over each other.”

“Have you got over me?”

“No my love.”

“I haven’t got over you.”

“I can see that.”

I could indeed see he hadn’t got over me as his throbbing erection was obvious. 

He lifted me onto the bed saying, “You’re wonderful mother, and thank you.”

“What for?”

“For having our baby.”

He drew up my skirt, removed my panties, and then releasing his penis he entered me. In seconds he was ejaculating into me, great floods of sperm. He was too quick for me to orgasm, but I rejoiced in his need for me; later we would be together and then…”

Epilogue.

Michael’s sexual interest in me had diminished to almost zero but not quite. He spent more and more time away from home, either working for his clients or working with his lovers. 

His copulating with me was just sufficient for him to accept paternity when I announced I was pregnant again. This time he was annoyed; “Bloody hell, Rhea, how many more times?” After that his sexual relationship with me did drop to zero.

Sadly after the birth of Jean I had no more pregnancies. I suppose it was just as well since I was getting past the age for child bearing, and had I got pregnant Michael would have known he couldn’t possibly be the father.

I might have been past the age of child bearing, but not past the age of sexual desire. David, of course, was of an age when men are at their most potent, and he kept me well content.

Now, in my mid forties, I have two daughters aged four and two; a husband aged fifty seven who has no sexual interest in me, and a lover aged twenty six who cannot stay away from me.

Michael, as well as losing interest in me has also lost interest in the island house. If I suggest we go there he says, “You and the kids go, and take David with you. Why that boy is still at home I don’t know. I offered to rent a flat for him when he was studying and he said ‘no’, and now he’s started work I thought he’d be off. Have you noticed he doesn’t seem to have any girl friends? Do you think he’s gay?”

“I don’t think so, Michael. Perhaps he has all he wants here.”

He looked at me quizzically for a moment, but said nothing.

I sometimes wonder what relation the children are to Michael. Is he their grandfather or half a grandfather? For that matter, am I grandmother to my own daughters? Is David their brother as well as being their father?

Sometimes on the night of the full moon I look up at it and say, “Thank you for bringing him back to me.” 



The Island



"Is he still alive?" she said.

"Of course he is stupid!" another woman responded. 

"Let's roll him over." another woman exclaimed.

"What the hell will that do?" he heard another.

He tried to open his eyes to asses the situation, but when he did all he could make out were dark and light spots; then just darkness.

He awoke and threw himself forward gasping for air in an unfamiliar location. In front of him was a rock wall, to his right a boulder with some empty water bottles and a book spread eagle with the pages down. The cover said "Eva Thomas: The Bride in Disguise", it was red flames with a shadow that outlined a woman's face.

There was light coming in from above and another area in front of him off to the left. He heard water, loud water as if it were somewhere inside this place. He looked at what he was lying on; it was a layer of grass with some type of wood under it. He swung his legs to his left and started to stand when he felt incredibly dizzy. He reached out and stabilized himself on the bed, then took a few deep breaths and tried again to stand.

He realized he didn't have any shoes or socks on when his feet touched the sand. It felt cold and damp and squished between his toes. He lifted himself off the make shift bed and grabbed a nearby wall to help keep him from loosing a battle with gravity. He walked toward the light on his left, he knew now that he was in some kind of cave; but he didn't know why or how he had gotten here. 

He stood in opening of the cave and looked into the deepest forest he had ever seen. There was a 20 foot clearing right in front of the cave entrance, at 25 feet you could be swallowed in a river of trees. 

"Hey sleepyhead, you shouldn't be out of bed!" a woman called. "Let me at least let the doc know your up." 

He looked to his left and saw a woman at the beginning of a path. She turned and started running back down before he could see what she looked like. He leaned up against the entrance and tried to recount what had happened and how he might have found himself here.

He remembered being in the air... and then it all came back.

"Mayday Mayday!!! This is Two Sierra we have lost both engines!!" He screamed into his radio. 

"Jim! Jim! The radio is dead from that last strike!! We have to set down some place!" his co-pilot said.

"Where the fuck do you want me to set down Ray? The middle of the fuckin' ocean?" He screamed back.

"There's an island about 65 miles ahead, I've made this run before! We can make it if we can get close enough!" Ray shouted back.

He didn't have much of a choice the plane was falling apart and out of the sky. He took off his head set and grabbed the controls with both hands. Another flash of lightning, he heard a pop from behind him and everything started to go black.

"Jim! Jim! J..i.."

"Take it easy Captain!" a woman said. "With a bump on the head like that, you need to save your energy. We don't want you to slip into a coma." She said.

He looked towards the path to see a dark haired woman approaching him. She could have been in her late twenties, about 120 pounds, dressed in shorts and a tank top. 

"Have a seat and let me look at that wound." She said.

He lowered himself to the ground with the help of the wall that had been supporting him. She came up and squatted down, pushed his head down and said "Well it's gonna be a nice bump for a while, but it looks like your going to be just fine.. Probably have one hell of a headache for a day or two."

"Who are you?" he said.

"Sorry, I forgot we haven't met yet. I'm Sally, Sally Len. I was one of the passengers on the flight that brought us to this wonderful island." She said.

"Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?" He said

"Well, your more than welcome to get a second opinion! I think the nearest clinic is about a thousand miles away though." She snapped. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just ..." He started.

"Don't worry about it. I would ask for a second opinion too. I'm really only a lab technician, I just know more about being a doctor than anyone else here." She said.

"How long have we been here?" He said.

"It's been about a week now. We didn't think you were going to wake up, I'm glad you did." Sally said with a smile.

"Me too. How many other survived?" Jim said.

"Oh, almost everyone. Out of the 30 people we are only down to 27. I'm sorry to say, but it was mostly the crew. Ray the Co-Pilot, Jen the stewardess, and Max a passenger. Ray and Jen did everything they could to get us here, Max died from injuries once we got here." Sally said grimly.

"Look, I have to get back down to the beach. When your ready, just follow this trail; it'll take you right to us. I also left you a walking stick inside, just in case you woke up and nobody was here if you did wake up. If you want to go back in and rest up that's fine too, you need it, but since I'm not really a doctor." She smiled and stood up.

"If you don't come down I'll come back and bring you some food in about an hour; just don't expect steak and lobster." Sally said as she started back down the path.

He leaned forward and put his face in his hands. "Pull yourself together man!" he thought. Ray had been his co-pilot on his last three jumps, and now he was dead. He kept trying to piece together what had happened, but it was no use; his mind was processing too much right now. 

"Finally awake I see." A voice came from his right. 

He pulled his hands from his face and looked toward the voice. She looked like she was eighteen, 5'3" with slightly curly dark hair, her tan skin covered by blue bikini top that was slightly too small for her and jeans that had been cutoff at the upper thigh and no shoes. 

"Don't worry, I won't bite; unless you want me too." She giggled.

"I'm Rachel, you must be Jim." She said.

"Yeah" he responded softly.

"Hey, I know that this is a lot to wake up to. At least you missed the first couple of days. What a power struggle, one of the other passengers actually got his ear bitten off!" she said.

He turned his head toward the ground again, he just couldn't believe he had lost the plane; what could have happened?

"Relax!" she shouted. "I know it's going to take some time to adjust. That's why I'm here." She said.

"What are you on suicide watch?" he responed.

"Should someone be?" she said.

"Look, I'm not going to kill myself or anyone else! I just need some time to wrap my head around this!" he shouted.

"Hey don't get pissy with me mister! I'm just trying to be nice and make the best of the situation! Besides, I don't think you should wrap your head around anything after that nasty bump." She hissed back.

He was starting to get really angry now. "Who the hell does this girl think she is?" He thought. Then he started to smile, he had thought she was right about wrapping his head around anything, "guess I have already done that." He thought.

"I'm sorry. Your right, I think I should try to make it down to the beach and see what I can help with." He said.

"Actually I was going to help get some of your things and move you into your hut." She said. 

"What hut?" he said.

"We have been building shelters, and bathrooms.. well showers and a toilet area since day three here. Your hut was the last one we built, mostly cause we didn't think you were going to make it." She smiled.

"Wha.." He laughed.

"Well lets get what we can and head down there." He said.

She reached out her hand and helped him up. 

"Wow, you go to the gym?" she said.

"Not for the last week or so." He said with a smile.

She laughed and started walking into the cave. He started to follow her, and his eyes fell down to her ass. "I wonder if she knows half her ass is hanging out?" he thought.

"Wow nice bed. Let me guess, you woke up because of the huge rock that was sticking in your back. I guess a rock slab with grass is better than on the sand with the bugs though." She said with a smile.

"I guess, I don't think I would have minded either way considering." He replied.

She was laying over the rock they were using as a night stand by the makeshift bed gathering up the hard to reach items. When she went to stand back up, her top had gotten snagged on part of the rock and her blue bikini top fell to the ground as she fell backwards towards Jim. It took her a second to realize what had happened, and she started to cover her exposed breasts but realized she couldn't possible stand back up while covering herself. 

"Are you ok?" Jim said as he rushed towards her. 

"Just a little embarrassed, I guess I made your day huh?" She said trying relax.

"Oh I didn't see anything." He was lying to her as he started to lift her back up.

"Stop!" She shouted. "You shouldn't be doing too much. You could have a relapse or something and then where will we be?" She said as she threw her hands to the ground and started lifting herself up. "Besides, what's a little peep show?" 

She turned towards him with her arms to her sides fully exposing herself to him. 

He didn't know what to say, he just stared at her magnificent tan breasts. 

"Do you like what you see?" She said coyly.

He couldn't respond, they were the most stunning set of tits he had ever seen. He pulled himself back up, and forced his eyes to her face. She walked over to him slowly, took his right hand and placed it on her chest. It was even more wonderful then he could have imagined, firm, round, with perky nipples that were hard as nails. She reached around to his back, pulled him close to her and started kissing him on the neck. 

The bulge in his pants was pressing up against her. She lowered her hand to his ass and pulled his waist even closer. He reached around her and pressed her into him as their tongues massaged each other. With his other hand he slowly moved down her back to her firm ass and slid his hand under her shorts. She lifted her leg around him to give him better access. 

"Jim, Jim, I need you!" She moaned as she broke away from the kiss and tilted her head to give him access to her neck.

He lowered his head down to her neck and softly kissed it down to her nipples. He started to go lower towards her navel, and she grabbed the sides of his head to guide him. He got to the buttons on her shorts and started to unbutton the top one. 

"I want you to fuck my ass Jim!" She said as she pushed him away.

She turned towards the bed and let her shorts fall to the sandy floor. He wanted to burry his face in that firm, round, ass. The thought of stuffing his ever hardening member in brown eye made him almost cum in his pants. She spit into her hand leaned over the makeshift bed, reached around, spread her cheeks and wiped the saliva all over her asshole. 

He stood back up, undid his pants, slid them off and walked right up behind her. She was holding her ass cheeks wide so he could see his wet target. His cock was warm against her asshole as he slowly started pushing it in her. He only had to push twice before he was halfway inside her.

"OH! Yeah!" She shouted.

He pushed in and out of her ass as she got up on her elbows and arched her back. The feeling was amazing, she had obviously done this before; but not enough that she didn't have a tight grip on his cock. He reached up and started to play with her nipples. 

"Oh fuck my ass! Give it to me, pump your hot cum into my ass!" She moaned.

He felt his balls slamming into her, but there was something different. Something was smacking into him. He put his hand on her waist and reached for her pussy when her hand grabbed onto his and pulled it up to her other tit. He kept pumping his cock into her ass, he was getting close, he could feel the cum building; it was going to be a huge load he was going to dump into her ass. He took his hand off her tit and again went for her pussy.

"Oh! FUCK ME! Harder Jim, harder, pump me full of your cum!" She shouted not realizing he had removed his hand.

He reached under her waist and could feel where the pubic hairs started. He slid his hand lower and felt something far different than he was expecting; "she has a cock!" He screamed in his head as he pulled out of her.

"What the fuck!" He screamed.

Rachel pushed herself up and turned towards him. Her cock must have been nine inches and was fully erect. 

"Don't stop baby. I want that hot cum in my ass." She said. 

"Don't you think you should have told me about this big problem you have? I would never have done any of this if I would have known you were a guy!" He shouted.

"I'm not a guy, I am a transsexual. I am becoming the woman you see, I have never felt good in my body and since I have to live in it; it should suit me. Look I didn't mean to deceive you, but ever since I first saw you I knew I wanted you inside me. Look at me, I am a woman! You were attracted to me! You were fucking my ass and loving it a minute ago! Don't let this little thing fool you; I was on my way to finish the procedure when we took our little detour. If you would have met me three days from when we should have landed, you never would have known and you would have wanted me just as badly as you did while you were pumping my ass!" She responded.

"You should have told me. I would have made my own choice instead of being duped into fucking you!" He said.

"What now? We are trapped on an island for who knows how long, we have already gone this far. Tell me what you want, I still want you. I wouldn't have let you fuck me if I didn't, I'm not a slut." She said

He thought about it, she held the cards right now. Even if she didn't know it, she could let everyone know what he had done. She could ruin his life when they get back to civilization. 

"If she is going to fuck you when you get rescued, you may as well finish what you started." He thought. He grabbed his hardening cock and started to rub it.

"All right baby, lay that cock on me!" Rachel said as she started to turn around again.

"Wait, now that I know your secret; lay on your back." He said.

She turned back to face him, lifted herself onto the makeshift bed and laid back. He walked up to her and lifted her legs into the air and placed them on his shoulders. He adjusted himself and slid backup up in her warm, tight asshole once more. He kept looking down at her cock as it stood up, smacking him in the stomach. He wanted touch it, but was afraid to.

"It's ok baby, you can touch it." She said as if she was reading his mind. "We're sharing our bodies, you can do anything you want; touch anything you want." She continued.

He ran his hand down her leg, across her waist to her rock hard cock. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft, it was smooth and he could feel the veins in it. As he continued pumping her ass, he ran his fingers up to the head of her cock. He felt all around the mushroom head, and then wrapped his hand around her shaft. He started stroking it up and down, it was an odd sensation for him; he had masturbated before, but now he was jacking off someone else.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it fuck my ass and stroke my cock." Rachel said.

As he realized that he was massaging a cock and fucking this girl in the ass, he could feel that big load of cum was building. He knew that this would be even bigger than he had originally thought, this was a whole new experience for him. He thrust into Rachel hard, again hard, and again even harder.

"That's it baby cum in my ass! Fill me with cum!" She moaned

This was it, he was going to cum in her. Once more he thrust hard into Rachel, then again even harder. This time he stayed in her, spewing fresh hot cum in her ass. He must have squirted eight or nine times in her ass before he started to pull back. He gave her one final thrust and one more shot of cum in her ass, then let her legs slide from his shoulders. 

"That was GREAT baby! I can feel your cum in my ass, there is so much of it." She said as she clinched her muscles around his cock trying to drain more out of it. 

He lifted himself up again and reached for Rachel's cock. He took it in his hand and started going up and down on it, without ever taking his eyes off of it. It was still rock hard, and he wanted to take it in his mouth. He pulled out of Rachel's ass, lowered his mouth down to her waiting cock and engulfed as far as he could. He could feel it at the back of his throat, moved up to the head and worked his tongue around it, then went back down until it touched the back of his throat again. 

"Oh Yeah, suck that cock baby!" Rachel said

He continued to move his head up and down on her member, each time going farther back into his throat; until his nose touched her pubic hair. He had swallowed nine inches of cock, and wanted more. He lifted his mouth off her cock and started to suckle her balls, taking each one in his mouth and working his tongue around them. He lifted his head up and looked at her face and said,

"I want you to fuck me."

Rachel smiled, she had hoped this would happen. She had wanted to cum in him as much as she wanted him to cum in her.

"Gladly baby." She smiled and stood up.

He moved into position on the makeshift bed, lying on his elbows and spreading his legs. She touched his ass cheeks, they were smooth and hairless. She began working her hands towards the center and spread his cheeks.

"We are going to need something." She said. 

He looked back to see her reach around to her own ass and empty some of his cum into her hand. It was warm and runny when she smeared it on his waiting asshole. She slid a finger slowly into him as he tried his best to relax his ass. She worked her finger in and out of his ass until his muscles relaxed enough that she could slid in and out with some ease. She then inserted another finger and worked it until he was used to it, then another finger. It only took a minute for him to get used to all three fingers in him, then she pulled them out and rubbed her own cock. She reached around once more, got even more of his cum on her hand and smeared it on her cock, then his ass. 

She put the head of her cock to his waiting asshole and slowly pushed into him. He had never felt this, he was actually going to get fucked in the ass for the first time; and he loved the idea. Rachel pressed even farther until she was buried deep inside him, the she slowly pulled back. It was burning in him, he could feel every vein in her cock, he could feel himself opening up as she pushed back into him. With every motion, he would relax a little more, and his cock would get a little harder. Rachel was moving in and out of him easer now, and his cock was once again rock hard. 

Rachel was pumping faster now, and Jim knew that she was going to cum inside him. Suddenly she slammed hard into him and almost split him open, then again, once more and she had stopped. He could feel her hot cum blasting into his ass, squirt after squirt her cock pulsated in his ass. She held onto his hips and pushed as hard as she could into him, spending every last drop of cum into him. 

"Oh baby, you were so tight I couldn't control myself. Your ass felt so good around my cock." She sighed. 

He just laid there enjoying the feeling of her cock in him. He could feel it getting softer and removing itself from him.

"Excuse me, is this a private party?" Another woman said.

Rachel and Jim both looked over towards the redhead standing by the entrance to the cave. She was 5'10", fiery red hair, and a light tan. She had one hand down her light green shorts and was obviously masturbating to the two of them fucking. She had already removed her top and her D sized breasts where being rubbed by her other hand. 

"Come on in, let's get this party started!" Rachel exclaimed.

The redhead took no time getting over to them, laid back on the ground, and engulfed Jims cock in her mouth. Rachel pulled out of Jim, lowered herself and started licking her cum off his ass as it oozed out of him. The redhead reached down and slide her shorts down, kicking them the rest of the way off so as not to interrupt sucking Jims cock.




The Island



"Oh, Oh, yeah that's it." Jim moaned.

Rachel ran her tongue all around Jims gapping asshole, sticking it in him to get any extra cum that might be lurking in there. When she was satisfied that she had gotten as much of her cum out of him as she could, she lowered herself next to the redhead woman and started licking Jims balls. The redhead woman slowed down and then released Jims cock from her mouth and Rachel consumed it almost immediately.

Jim looked back and the redhead woman was positioning herself behind him. He felt the head of another cock pressing into his already gapping asshole. This one was much thicker than Rachel's cock, he could feel the sides of his asshole stretching farther than they had been when Rachel was pumping his ass.

"Go slow, you're bigger than Rachel." Jim said with pain in his voice.

Suddenly with one thrust, the redhead was all the way inside him. She was so long and thick; Jim thought she had just inserted a telephone pole in him. He shrieked in pain, but the redhead didn't stop. She pumped her cock into him hard; Jim thought she must have been at least twelve inches long and three inches around. Rachel continued to suck Jims cock, sticking her tongue out to lick his balls as the redhead was slamming into Jim.

Jim's ass hurt so badly right now, but he was getting used to it. He was relaxing his ass with every thrust of the redhead's massive cock.

"Damn you have got one tight ass! And I even like the shape of it, nice and round with not much hair. Mmm I could take a bite out of this thing!" the redhead said.

"Oh don't stop, fuck my ass, cum inside me!" Jim shouted.

"I'm gonna fill you up with more cum then you ever dreamed of sugar! We got the fire hose here pumping your ass." The redhead responded.

Rachel stopped sucking on Jims cock and worked her way up to the ass pounding that was taking place. She put her tongue out and started licking the shaft of the redhead as it pumped in and out of Jim. Knowing that she was at a bad angle, Rachel moved herself behind the redhead that was stretching Jims asshole, spread the redheads ass cheeks and started licking her ass.

"Oh, Oh, I'm gonna cum!" the redhead said.

With that she slammed into Jim's asshole as hard as she could and started squirting cum up him. Jim could feel everything, the redheads cock throbbing inside him, and the cum; there was so much, Jim didn't think she was going to stop unloading in him. After what seemed like fourteen squirts inside him, she started to go soft inside him. He felt like she had dumped a gallon of cum in his ass. When she pulled out of him, he heard a pop from his ass. Jim could feel the cum oozing out of his stretched asshole, and Rachel once again buried her tongue on his ass to catch all of it. 

Rachel's tongue felt so nice on his well fucked ass, it was just the relief he needed. He sighed and then everything went black.



The Island



Looking into her rearview, Tanya Kelly cursed "Shit how fast were we going?" She asked as she pulled her red Mustang to the side of the road. 

"I don't know - you were driving." Kristy her companion laughed.

The two girls sat giggling as another patrol car pulled up in front of them and the two officers stepped out of their cruisers. They approached the girl's vehicle one on each side. The office approaching from the rear walked slowly up to just behind the driver's side door, and tapped on the window. Tanya pushed the button that rolled down her window.

"License and registration." The big man said.

"Uh- what was I doing wrong?" the young blonde asked.

"License and registration!" The officer demanded again.

Tanya handed him her license and registration and then looked at her friend who was trying to control her giggling.

"Miss Kelly, you failed to stop at the stop sign back there." The officer said looking down at the girls through his sunglasses. 

"I am sure I stopped." She replied.

"No young lady, slowing down is not stopping." 

"Oh, I'm sorry I promise to stop the next time." She said smiling at him, that always works back home.

"I see you are from Tennessee, where are you girls headed?" he asked.

" We are on our way back to School in Baton Rouge, we are freshmen at LSU." 

"Step out of the car." He said opening the door and stepping back.

"Why? I said I would stop the next time." 

"Miss, please step out of the car." He repeated.

Tanya slid her left leg out and stepped out onto the road. He smile had tuned into a frown and her eyes could burn a hole in the officer. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. He looked her up and down. Her tank top was fit tight showing off her firm young breast, her blue hot pants were topped her tanned slender legs. Her blue eyes were set in pretty face framed by short blond hair. 

"Step to the rear of the vehicle." He told her. She rolled her eyes and tossed her hair as she walked around the car. 

"Face the car and place your hands on the trunk.." he commanded her. Tanya turns and placed her hand on trunk and leaned forward sticking cute butt out as she looked over her shoulder.

"OK Mike, get the other one out." The first said to the other one. 

"Mike stepped up and opened the passenger's door. Get out and join you friend." He said. 

Kristy Goss slide out and stood facing the officer, he blue green eyes about ready to tear up. She walked towards the back of the car while the young cop watched. Her shoulder long blond bounced as her ample hips swayed from side to side. When she was positioned beside her friend Mike leaned inside the car and looked around. Soon he stood up. 

"Ok girls hands behind your backs!" the older office ordered taking Tanya's arms and pulling them back behind. He fastened his cuffs on her wrist as his partner did the same to Kristy.

"Look here what is this?" he asked holding a small bag of green leafy substance.

"Kristy! Where did that come from?" Tanya yelled in shock.

"It's not mine!" her friend answered as she was being turned around that's when they saw the wrecker parked behind the police cruiser. 

As they were being walked to the back of the squad car Mike told them, "You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, any thing you say can and will be used against you, do you under stand."

Both girls answered, "Y-yes I guess so." As they were being put in the back seat.

The police car pulled up to the rear of a three-story brick brown building and the girls were taken out and lead inside. A chubby woman who looked to be in her mid thirties took them from the officer and placed them in a room together. After what seemed like an eternity she returned.

"Ok girls, I'm going to put in the holding pin, come right down the hall here. She said pointing to her left. The girls walked ahead of the matron to a large cell that had four other women standing around, the woman opened the door and removed the cuff and pushed the girls in the cell one at a time.

"Find a place to get some rest, the judge will see you in the morning." She said as she was walking away.

The girls huddled together along one of the walls and squatted down until the next morning. 

"Kelly and Camp!" a tall older woman called as she opened the cell door. Most of the other women were gone as the two collage students stood and made their way over to the open door.

"Do we get a phone call now" Tanya asked.

"No, now you get to see the judge." The woman laughed pushing her down the hall. They walked through a few door way and into an elevator, the guard pushed the button for the third floor and up they went. The doors opened and they were pushed across the hall in through double doors. The room was not big but not small either to one side stood the two officers from the day at a long table sat a middle aged man in an dark blue suite, across from was an younger man also in a suite before. At the bench sat an elderly man in judge's robes on. 

"This case is?" the judge asked. 

The man in the dark suite stood, "Case number 3375807, judge, position of an illegal substance, with the intend to sale". He said. 

"How do they plea?" 

"Not guilty, Judge," the younger man said.

"We ask that bail be denied, judge, these girls live out of state and go to school in and other state" the older lawyer said.

"Mr. Thomas, do you have any objections?" the judge asks. 

"No objections Judge." Replied the younger lawyer

"Very well the case is held over until next month, the prisoners will be held out at the camp." The judge said as her banged his gavel on his desk.

"Wait don't we get to say anything?" Tanya cried. As the two girls were dragged away. 

"Not today." the bailiff said. 

They were and lead to a bus behind the courthouse where they waited for a few hours while other women were lead out of the big building and loaded with them. Then a fat man came out and got in the driver's seat and drove them off down the highway. They were on the road until after dark then they pulled through the gate with a small shack on one side. The buss came to rest by a short dock with a old boat tied at the end the women were lead cuffed together down and loaded onto the boat and escorted down wet steps to a large room with seats along the walls It smelled of puke. They were chained to a long rail that ran the length of one wall a few men and women in guard uniforms sat along the opposite wall across from them. 

After an hour or two of rolling and bouncing around the boat glided up to another pear and tied off. The women were lead out of the boat and put into another buss, and were taken up a narrow dirt road to a group of buildings. The bus stopped in front of the biggest building and the women were unloaded and led inside, and told to strip. There were four women guards as well as four men guards standing around watching as most of the prisoners began to undress. 

"Wait a minute, why do we have to undress in front of these men, that's not right!" Tanya said stepping out of line. 

A female guard walked up to her and pushed her back in line, "Shut your mouth, you only speak when you are told and you say only what you are told to say!" the bigger woman ordered. "I am the Guard Commander, Debbi Dallas." She said "While you are here you do and say only what you are told." 

"But we shouldn't have to undress while the men are looking at us." Kristy spoke up in defense of her friend, while the other women continued to remove their clothing, and the other guards smirked and made crack about each of the prisoners' anatomy. 

"Oh so you two don't want to show you bodies off to men." Debbi laughed, "I bet you are dykes, is that right do we have two carpet punchers." She continued. "We got a cure for that, we'll just let you enjoy yourselves for a while." She said motioning to a one of the other guards. 

The two girls were grabbed up and carried through the doors out side and across the compound. As they were being hauled to a small metal shack a few yards away their clothing was ripped from their bodies. In the middle of the small building was a bench, Tanya was laid on her back with her head supported by a firm piece of rubber in the middle of the, and her head was strapped to the hard V shaped pillow so that she could not move it. Her arms were pulled up over her head and her hands were strapped down, her legs were bent at the knees with her feet pushed up under her ass and tied. 

One of the guards held Tanya's mouth open while Kristy was laid on top facing the opposite direction with her head between Tanya's legs, her ass was pressed down until her pussy was mashed tightly into Tanya's mouth then a strapped was pulled tight over and around her holding her in place on her friends face. Another strap was fastened about her head and was pulled down until her mouth was full her Tanya's cunt. And the tip of her nose was brushing Tanya's little puckered asshole. Then they were strapped down there so that neither girl could move more than an inch anywhere.

"There you go girls, we'll be back to check on you later, have fun!" Debbi laughed as she walked out and locked the door behind her. 

The two collage students were left there tied in the 69 position or a few minutes before Tanya tried to speak. She moved her mouth down as far as her bindings would allow, "Kristy." She tried to say but only a muffled sound came out as if she had her mouthful of bread. But its effect was more than she counted on. The vibrations and the motion of her mouth sent a wave of pleasure through Kristy's, her body began to betray her as her vagina seeped its natural lubricant. 

Kristy tried to tell her friend to stop what she was doing, this in turn caused Tanya unwanted pleasure, she immediately shock her head trying to say no but this action intensified the Kristy's stimulation. She breathes out through her nose blowing hot air on Tanya's butt hole causing her body to shiver. Any movement by one girl caused immediate stimulation to the other one setting off a chain reaction. Back and forth they went over and over until both their faces were covered with each other's pussy juice. 

After a few hours while Kristy tried to swallow causing suction on Tanya's clit sending her over the edge into her first orgasm of the night, a her body shook and she lost control clamping her mouth down on Kristy's pussy and sucked in an deep breath this in turn caused her friend to explode in her own mind blasting orgasm. 

This torment continued all night, nether girl got more than a few minutes sleep, each time one would move it sent waves of sexual pleasure through the other. Then the sun came up, and as it beat down on the metal roof the temperature inside rose quickly. Soon the girls began to sweat. They began to stick together, soon their hair was soaking wet and sticking to their faces the sweat was mixing with the cunt juices. They were becoming more uncomfortable, and were moving more trying to ease themselves, but the movement only caused more unwanted stimulation. 

The combination of heat, body order and the sex cause an order fill the shed. With their faces forced into each other's cunts there was no way to escape the smell it was there right in their faces. They had both become resigned to their predicament and was now trying to stop the sweat and sexual lubricant from covering their faces by licking it from their friend, this just made them cum more often. This went on all day long until the door opened and two male guards came in. 

"Whew! These girls smell like two little whores after a all night orgy" one o the men laughed as they loosened the straps that held the girls together, and then they helped the girls off of the bench. Taking them by the arm they helped them out of the shed and across the compound into a long building. They were taken through a door into a large shower room showerheads lined both walls and a long bench ran down the middle of the room. There where several women standing around showering a few were soaping each other while some showered alone. 

The two young women were pushed under one outlet and handed one piece of soap, the two looked at the guard who standing back and smiling, "Go ahead, wash each other, we want to see what you have learned while in the box." One of the men said using his nightstick to push the girls closer together. Tanya took the soap and began to lather her friends as the water cascaded down on them. Once Kristy was soaped up she took the soap and returned the favor. As they cleaned each other they look around. The other women were standing watching them. 

"Wash the cum off of her cunt!" one guard shouted. "And wash her asshole!" came another command. The two girls did as they were to as the commands came from everywhere and ever one in the room. After they had washed each other all over and poked the soap and their finger into every hole Debbi stepped up and order the water cut off. 

"Dry off and come with me!' she told them handing each a small towel and a pair of flip flops. Then walking to the door leading out the back of the shower house. The girls continued to dry themselves as they followed the woman down a path to a nice looking house just off a long beach. On the beach were sever women all nude lying around on blankets, some rubbing lotion on others a few were wading in the surf as it broke along the beach.

The guard knocked on the door and a woman's voice called "Come in." She opened the door and led the girls inside. The cool air from the air conditioner made goose bumps form on their damp bodies and it made their nipples stand erect. Behind a desk stood a older woman she looked to be in her early fifties, she had brown mixed with gray hair he blue eyes set off her pretty face, she wore a short black skirt and a white shirt that was unbutton to the third button showing the cleavage of her size 40D breast. 

"Thank you, Ms. Dallas, you may wait outside." She told the guard. When the door was closed she turned to the tow prisoners "I am Warren Campbell." She said walking around behind the girls and looking over their young hard bodies. She traced her finger up the back of Tanya's thigh and over her buttocks, across her back and to Kristy's back then down across her butt and off of her leg. "As you can see we are located on an island, there are no bars, there few guards, but there is no escape." She said walking in front of them she ran her hands up and lifted a breast on each of them as if she was comparing their weights. "You will be with us until your trial, which is set for thirty days from yesterday." She continued as she took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched just enough to cause the girls discomfort. "If you behave yourselves and do as you are told you can enjoy yourselves here like the ones on the beach, if not you will surfer much worst than the little time in the box you have already been introduced to. Do you under stand?" both girls nodded their heads in agreement.

"Good, Ms Dallas!" the warren called and the head guard immediately entered the room. "Take Miss Kelly back and continue her orientation, I wish to speak with Miss Camp just a little longer." She said sitting on the front edge of the desk and crossing her long shapely legs. The guards took Tanya by the arm and drug her outside then back up the path. 

Once they were alone the warren uncrossed her legs and placed her hands on the edge of the desk. She leaned forward causing her shirt to open more reviling more of her breast to the young lady in front of her. "By the way your nipples are stand out it would seem that you are excited." The older woman said smiling. 

"No Ma'am." Kristy said, " It's cold in here." 

"Is that right? Well I am really turned on looking at your young hot body. Tell me was last night you first experience with a cunt in you mouth." 

"Yes Ma'am."

"What did you think, did you like the taste of her pussy?" the warren said as she picked up a remote and pushed a button that turned on a big screen TV behind the desk. The picture flashed on, it was the two girls tied together in the little shed as they fought at their bindings and caused each other to cum over and over again. "it sure look like you enjoyed it here."

"No!" the young girl growled.

'Oh you will, before you leave here," the older woman said as she leaned back and pulled her skirt up over her hips leaving it gathered around her waist. Her long legs were encased in black stockings attached to white lacey garters. Kristy could see that she wore no panties, she saw her enlarged clit protruding out from between the lips of her well trimmed pussy beneath it she could see droplets of moisture oozing out and down the slit. "Come here and kneel before me." She ordered.

Kristy looked around for an escape but she realized there was none. She stepped forward and sack down to her knees, this position the older woman's sex at eye level with her. Warren Campbell placed her hands on top of the girl's head and guided her face between her legs until her mouth was touching the apex. "Now my dear, run your tongue along the length of my pussy." She said calmly. 

The girl extended her tongue and touched the base of her slit and came upward with it. Like she was licking an ice-cream cone. "That's ok for a start but this time use more tip and dig in deeper." She was told. Kristy then repeated the motion as before only this time she did as she was instructed. She could smell the hot musky aroma coming from inside the woman's vagina, as she tasted her woman juices. "That much better, now take my clit in you mouth and gently suck on it." Kristy did as she was told, "Oh yeah, that's it sweaty, I can tell you are going to earn yourself a place on the beach if you keep this up. 

Tanya was led back the compound and into another building, it was not as tiny as the "box" but it was small. Inside was a single cot in the middle of the floor stand around the cot were six men all nude. 

"Here you guys, you bonus for the week, she all yours." Debbi said as she pushed Tanya inside and closed the door. Tanya turned to run but was grabbed from behind and tossed on the bed. A large hairy man in his mid forties pounced down on top of her. Two of the men pulled her arms above her head while two more pulled her legs apart. The man on top of her began to slobber on her neck as he mouthed up and down from her ear to her shoulder kissing licking and nibbling at her. He was mauling her breast as he wiggled on top of her. She could feel his hard cock as it bounced around on her body first hitting her upper thigh and then her lower belly.

"No please stop don't do this." She said tiring to get free but the men were too strong. Before long the fat man released her breast and ran his hand between them taking his cock he positioned it between her legs and rubbed the head up and down her slit pushing inward a little each time until it made contact with her opening, then her pushed forward driving it to its depth into her dry pussy.

"Iiiiiiiiiikkkkk!, Oh God, please wait, please some body get some lube, I'm too dry!" she cried out, but the man was not going to wait her tight hole had made a mad man out of him and he began to hump at her like wild dog. 

"Don't uh! wor uh ry hu! missy hu! I'll uh! lube you uhup for uh! the uh! rest uh! of them! He said as he continued to pump his dick in and out of her hard, while the other men held her tight and laughed. Tanya closed her eyes and greeted her teeth, how was she going to endure all six of these men.

Kristy was now eating Warren Campbell's snatch like she had been doing it all of her life. The older woman had he fingers intermingled in the young collage freshman's blond hair and was moving her hips up and down as the girl lick and suck at her cunt. 




The Island



"Oh yes that gooooood! Eat my puuuussy! I-I think your going to be one of my favorite." She said as her juices flowed out over her captive's lips. "Suck it up, don't you like my sweet nectar? Oh, I know you do." Then she started to quiver as her orgasm grew stronger and then her body began to shake "Oooooooh yeeeah!, That's it eat me! Eat miiiiiiiiiy hot cunt! Lick me dry! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuming I'm goooooooing to fill your mouth, eat it! Eat it all!'

Kristy could feel the hot juices as they flowed out of the older woman, and onto her tongue she suck it out and swallowed afraid to do other wise. As he head was being twisted back and forth and Warren Campbell fucked her cunt up and down on Kristy's mouth.

"Get ready Missy., Ah! you better be on the pill. Ah! I'm going to fill your little cunt full of my potent seed! " The fat man said into Tanya's ear as he fuck her, slamming his cock deep into her hard and fast. "I've already got two kids running around here!" he said as he felt himself rushing to an explosion. 

Tanya heard his words but at first it did not register, then just as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up tight to him and shot his first load of semen deep into her womb. "Ooooh! God Nooooooooo! I'm not on the pill, don't do it, don't get me pregnant!" she screamed.

"To late Missy! Can't stop now!" He laughed as he continued to pump his seed into her. She could feel his cock jerk inside of her as it emptied into her now sloppy hole, then he collapsed on top of her smearing his sweat over her body. "Oh yeah, baby, you have a nice tight pussy, but I don't think it will be tight long, not in here." He whispered to her as he kissed her on the cheek then her pushed himself up off of her.

As he walked away a tall black man moved into place between her legs. She had given up fighting it and just lay there hoping it would be over soon. She felt the black man working his cock up and down her cunt as he kneeled between her legs. she looked up and saw between them and saw the biggest cock she had ever seen in her limited sexual life. The head look as if it would never fit inside of her. 

"Oh no! Don't that thing will never fit in me!" She yelled try to move her hips away from him. But the two men holding her legs pulled the apart and up towards her upper body raising her hips off of the cot. This opened her cunt up and gave the black man better access to her treasure. 

"Don't worry baby, you will stretch to accommodate it all eleven inches." He laughed as he pushed the head inside of her. She began to trash her head from side to side as he pulled back and then eased his monster in a little deeper. 

"See there, it's going to fit, and you are going to fit around it like a glove." He said pulling back then pushing it in even more. Slowly he worked himself into her used cunt, pulling back then going deeper with each forward stroke, until her was buried to his balls in her over filled cunt.

Warren Campbell was lying across her desk on her back holding onto Kristy's head between her legs as she came down from her orgasm. She eased her grip and allowed the girl to pull back taking her mouth off of the older woman's wet pussy. 

"Whew! That was great, you're go to make a nice little pussy licker." She said sitting up and sliding off of the desk. She straightened he skirt and walked around her new bet, to the other side of the desk. "Ok Miss Camp get on the desk and spread you legs." She ordered. Kristy did as she was told thinking now this old woman is going to lick her pussy. But that was far from what was about to happen. 

The warren opened a draw and pulled a large dildo then walked around in front of the girl. It was so big her hand would not go all the way around it. "Lay back and spread you legs as wide as you can," She told her. As she rubbed the head with a lubricant, she placed the big rubber cock at the opening of Kristy's cunt and pushed slowly it slipped in then it stopped, the older woman applied more pressure and the head popped inside.

"Iiiiiiiike! It hurts, please take it out." Kristy begged, but the older woman placed her free hand on the girls clit and began to rapidly rub it back and forth, as she worked the monster deeper. 

"Oh no, we have just gotten started, I going to give you at lest half of this then you are going to fuck yourself with it while I film it, see over there." The warren said motioning with her head. Kristy look over toward the wall and saw for the first a tri pod with a camera with to a small TV beside it, the image on the screen was her being stuffed with the big rubber dick. 

'What are you doing filming me?" Kristy asked looking into the warren's eyes. 

"That's one way we make money around here sweetie, all this will be on the Internet. Now then it's deep enough." She laughed as she placed both Kristy's hands on the dildo and stood up with less than half of it stick out of the young woman's pussy. She stepped back behind the camera and adjusted it. Kristy's image filled the screen. "Now dear start fucking yourself. I'm going to leave you alone here, if you stop before I return you'll spend a week in the box." She told her. 

Kristy started working the long rubber cock in and out of her cunt, "Pick up the pace sweetie, I don't want you to get bored" her jailor said as she walked out of the door. Kristy pulled out of her and started to get off of the disk when a voice shouted at her. "you heard the warren, don't stop!" she look around the room in one corner was a speaker, she knew she was being watched. She got back on the desk placed her heels on the edge and pushed the dildo into her pussy she slowly worked it in and out faster and faster as she stared at the TV and watched herself fucking the large dido. 

Tanya had stopped struggling completely and was lying on her while the tall black man was driving his eleven inch cock in and out of her over stretched pussy. Her body was limp and the four men holding her arms and legs were now standing around two of them was watching the viewing screen on the camera on a tripod to one side of the room, one was walking around take snapshots from various positions. 

"Oh yeah, baby you are as tight as any I have fucked, I love the way your little cunt grips my dick!" he breathed into her ear as he sawed in and out of her. He was nuzzling he neck he rough whiskers leaving it red, as he pressed his chest down on her press he young firm breast to her body. He moved his hands down underneath her ass and started pulling up on her ass each time he shoved his long black cock in. 

She could hardly breath from his weight on her. She could hear the others laughing and making nasty remarks about her as she was being humiliated by this animal. She turned her head towards the door as it opened. Warren Campbell stepped inside the room. "Oh thank God she has come to stop this nightmare!" The young woman thought. 

"Oh I'm just in time!" the warren said as she walked up to the cot and kneeled down looking Tanya in the eyes, and planted a long wet kiss on the girls mouth, pushing her tongue deep into her mouth and playing with her tongue. "Mmmmm, I just love these high class little cunts, they taste so fresh." She said standing up, She walked over and took the camera from the man taking pictures, "Now give me something I can make some money with!' she laughed and started snapping pictures one after another.

Kristy's body began to shack as her third orgasm over took her. She had been fucking the large dildo in and out of her cunt for over an hour. As she started to cum her head felt light, the room began to spin and she saw spots, then every thing went black. She fell back on the desk, her legs dropped of the edge and her arms were flung out from her side leaving her lying there spread wide open with the huge dildo sticking out of her cunt. 

"Ooooh yeah! I'll give you something to sell!" The black man grunted, as he slammed into the limp girl so hard that it made the cot bounce off of the floor. Her ass cheeks were red from the imprint of his hands as he pulled her up to meet his power drives. "Here it comes! Get this!" he shouted as he quickly raised up and pulled his long cock out of Tanya's opened cunt. Kneeling between her legs he stroked his dick twice and it exploded, blasting a long white stream of cum over her belly and landing it between her nice firm tits, then with another stroke he shot a hot load up and onto her face, then the rest he puddled in and around her belly button. 

Debbi entered the room where Kristy lay unconscious. She walked over to the young woman and examined her, when she determined that she had only passed out she adjusted the camera to a tight shot of the girls cunt and then began to work the dildo in an out slowly at first then faster and faster. While she worked the dildo with one hand she used the other to massage Kristy's small breast, she rolled the pink nipples between her thumb and fingers. She leaned forward and taking her clit into her mouth and sucked on it, as the girl was steering, and becoming aware of what was happening. 

The warren moved in and captured the black man's climax completely. "This will go good on the our web." She said as the black man got off the cot and moved away. Tanya lay there on her unable to move, from her ordeal. She watched as the warren took more pictures of her lying there with his cum on her. The older woman move up close and using her fingers she scrapped a good amount of the cum that was on the girl's face and pushed it Tanya's mouth, "there you go girl suck it off of my fingers." She said. 

Kristy began to respond to the attention Debbi was giving her. She was raising her hips to meet the trust of the rubber dick as well as the tender mouth. The guard moved her hand around and eased her middle finger mixed with the over flow, into the girl's brown hole, and then slowly she fucked it in and out. Debbi removed the dildo from the girl's pussy and laid it down then she spread her legs as wide as she could as she took her finger from her ass and worked it into the sloppy cunt. Moving it in and out she added another as she continued to suck on the little red nub protruding from the blond batch of hair just above her slit.

The warren had a short conference with three of the men in the room. Soon they came over to the cot. Two of the men picked Tanya up as the other man lay down on his back, he held his amble dick up and the two men eased her down, it slid easily in to her well-used pussy. One of the men walked around in front of her and pulled her arms causing her to lean forward until her breast were hanging over the face of the man beneath her. The other man took the bottle of lubricant and smeared it over his hard cock he crawled up behind her and positioned the head at her tiny butt hole and pushed. 

Debbi added another finger, then another until only her thumb remained to be added. She used it to manipulate Kristy's clit bringing her to edge of orgasm, then she folded her thumb inside of her palm and pushed hard until her hand popped inside. Kristy raised up "Auukk! What are you doing?" she asked, but the guard didn't answered she pushed the girl back down and started to fuck her hard with her hand. In and out harder, faster, over and over again she fucked. Then Kristy's body began to shack again the guard had brought her to her fourth orgasm in just a short time. 

"No! Please no! Not there I've never had it there!" Tanya cried as she tried to struggle, but the men held her in place as he slowly entered her, pushing in then pulling back, then back in, each time going deeper into her bowls. When he was completely inside of her he held himself there allowing her to except his full length and the fullness of the double penetration. "Oooooh, please don't move! Oh god! I feel so full back there! No! No! Don't move!" she said as he began to pull back before he slammed back in to he full depths. 

Debbi began to suck on Kristy's small pointed tits as she continued to fist fuck slower now. "Oooooh yes,' the girl moaned as she gave in to her animal needs, she moved her hips in time with the fist in her cunt. Debbi pulled her hand out and presented it to Kristy. "Clean you cum off of my hand." She ordered. Kristy look up into the older woman's eyes and began to lick her sticky mess from her hand. When her hand was clean Debbi stood up taking Kristy by the hand she helped her off of the desk. "Come with me." she said.

The man in front of Tanya released her hands, and pulled her head up by her hair until she was facing him. "open your mouth!" he ordered, frightened she did as she was told. The man with his dick in her ass was fucking in and out of her in time with the man under her who was fucking in and out of her cunt. When the one on top would pull out the one on bottom would push in. the man in front slowly feed his dick to her filling her mouth, until her hit the back of her throat, then he pulled it slowly back until only the head remained in her mouth. "Now get ready girl, I'm going to fuck your face." He said just before he shoved his cock back into her mouth and forced it into her throat. For just an instant she could not breath, but he pulled back and she tried to catch her breath around his cock. 

"Breath through your nose." The warren told her as she took another picture of his cock just before it disappeared back into her mouth. Then she took another as his ball bounced on the young woman's chin. "Yes this is good, the paying members of our little web site are going to love this." The warren laughed as she took more pictures. 

Debbi lead Kristy into the room just as all three men were about to cum, the one in her mouth pulled out and shot his load all over her face, while the other two buried themselves deep into her and exploded their loads into her body. Tanya just accepted their gifts. 

The man in Tanya's butt got off of the cot, and the one who was fucking her face came around while the one under her rolled her off of him and got up Kristy felt Debbie's hands on her shoulder pushing her down on her knees, as the three men gather around her "clean them." She was told. She reached up and took two of the cock in her hands while the other was feed into her mouth. She sucked and licked each man's cock until she had removed all of her friend's bodily fluids. 

The remaining man who had been filming all of the action walked up to the cot and rolled Tanya over onto her back he stepped up on the bed with her and picked her legs up pulling her up on her shoulders. He her the two women came up and took her legs from holding her up while he stepped through and was straddling her body. He pointed his hard cock downward and squatted pushing it deep inside of her. 

While the man worked himself up and down fucking his cock in and out of her sloppy cunt the black man came back over and stepped through her legs facing the man in her cunt, he aimed his cock down and positioned the head along side his friend's cock and squatted when he did pushing his dick into the girl along beside the other now Tanya had two cocks in her cunt at the same time. The two men went up and down over and over again until they both blew their load inside of her. Then the women dropped her legs causing her to fall off of the dripping dicks.

Warren Campbell got Kristy by the arm and led her to the cot she sat her down on the edge beside her friend. "Ok sweetie we are going to leave you alone for the rest of the day and night, in the morning when Ms Dallas comes to get you, I want both of you to be cleaned up. And ready to begin you new duties." She told them then she followed the men out of the door.

"But we don't even have a wet rag." Kristy said to Debbi, as she was about to leave them.

"Honey you rag is in your mouth, you better get to it, and act like cats." The dark haired woman laughed as she stepped out and locked the door behind her.

Kristy turned towards her friend who was lying on her side with her legs pulled up to her chest. She was covered with semen and it was seeping out of every hole in her body. Kristy took a deep breath then rolled her over on her back and spread her legs and began to lick the cum as it oozed out of her cunt. She knew they this what their life had become, and she just hoped that their stay on the island would not be a long one, maybe they did what they were told they would get off with good behavior. 

"More to come" 



The Island



It was a soft breezy Saturday when I awoke on the morning of our boat ride. I lived alone on my boat, the S. S. Lily Pad. We had scheduled the trip for 10 in the morning. A quick look at the clock radio told me I still had 3 long hours to prepare. I stretched a bit in bed before I kicked the blanket off and sat up. My jet black hair spilled half way to the small of my back and half covered my breast.

At 28 I have never been ashamed of my body; least of all, my breasts. They hung proud on my chest- a modest size that never got a complaint from my female or male lovers. My nipples were the size of quarters and this morning erect and perky.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom to start my morning shower. Turning on the shower water I noticed in the mirror my reflection. My ebony skin was smooth and unblemished without scars, pimples or tattoos. My cunt was bare with a few stubbles. I'd better shave too. I retrieved my Lady Razor and cream before stepping into the shower.

Forty-three minutes later I turned off the shower and stepped out. Taking a towel off the rack I dried off rubbing my body dry. I looked into the full-length door mirror and turned this way and that- in a word: perfect. I spent the next hour brushing my hair and putting it in a ponytail. I took the bowl of prepared veggies and fruits from the fridge and poured them into the blender. Closing the lid I pressed the button that would blend them together.

For my neighbor's sake I took some thin silk and wrapped it around my waist. I made something like a dress. It only covered just above my waistline and just below my thighs. With this they must be satisfied. I poured my breakfast into a glass and went topside. I gave wave to those walking the pier and to my closest neighbor. A teenage boy gave me a whistle and cheer as he rollerbladed past; I smiled at this as my neighbor frowned. Fuck 'em, I thought as I lay out in the lounge chair on deck and drank my breakfast. It's my body and my ship, I'll dress how I please on it.

The cops had years ago established this when Mrs. James called them on me, so long as I remained on my ship no one can do anything. So this morning I stuck out my tongue at them. I had just put my empty glass down on the deck and closed my eyes when I heard the salutation.

"Sammy; Captain, permission to come aboard," called out the soft voice of my friend and lover Sandra. I responded, as usual, by flipping her and her husband, Daniel, off. It was my custom and they knew what it meant. Didn't need to open my eyes to know he was with her. He always was, like a fucking shadow he was.

They were both white with short cut blonde hair. Sandra had smaller tits than me, but she made up for it in bed. Her soft green eyes looked into my blues after her morning kiss to me. I gave her face a soft caress and she giggled."Changed your contacts today did you." It wasn't a question but a statement.

I sat up a bit and was pleasantly surprised to see she had on the skimpiest bikini and was already, as was our custom, removing her top. Dan came over to my other side, gave both my nipples each a peck before giving me a soft one on the lips. My nipples perked up immediately and I caressed his short braided hair. He was ever topless with khaki shorts on. His saving grace that influenced me in not talking Sandra to toss him overboard was he had a dick to die for and, best, he knew how to use it.

I remember in that kiss the time we first met Daniel. He and Sandra hooked up at a nightclub called Hell's Half Acre. It was a new rocking club that had no quirks about its customers having sex pretty much in the open. He had brought Sandra a rum and coke and they started talking. I was up in the dance cage acting a fool when I noticed they got down and dirty with some serious 69. Well. She brought him home and a few weeks later they were married. Our first 3-some was a blast I'll tell you that. 

Sandra was already going over the checklist as Dan pulled away from our embrace.

"Found a good sized isle on the net, a few hours out." Dan said as he sat next to me. "Some satellite website that has live images." 

I closed my eyes and lay back with a sigh, his hand lightly caressing my pussy; my clit already sensitive. "What's so special about this new one than the one we had plotted?" It was a reasonable question though the answer surprised me.

"It's not on our maps." said Sandra from the top deck.

Immediately I sat up and caught the tube she tossed down at me. I unraveled the color printings and the images of the isle. Comparing the maps took only a moment. Indeed the bearing of the isle was not in the official maps.

My attention on the maps ruined the nicest effort Dan was trying. I stood up and he rose to pull the line in. "Ready to ship off Captain Sammy!" called Sandra.

And that was all I needed, in the cabin I pushed the start button. Gently but not too slowly I pulled the Lily Pad out of the docks, and into the harbor. Once cleared of the other ships I entered the longitude and the latitude of the isle. The S.S. Lily Pad launched into gear and went out into the gulf. The computer instantly warned me that my course would take me out of US waters and into International waters.

I ignored it and laid out the color photos of the island. From the sounds coming from the deck it was clear there was some serious fucking going on. I looked out to see Dan fucking Sandra from behind slapping her ass. In due time I'd have my time, let them have their fun. I returned to the maps for an unregistered amount of time. I knew the sex hadstopped due to the fact I felt Dan kissing my ear. I closed my eyes and leaned my head over just so to allow his kiss.

The double horn blast that sounded caused me to curse aloud as I was enjoying myself; Dan's hands roaming over my pussy. I spared a glance out the window to see a U.S. Coast Guard Gunship just a few yards away. I went outside and raised my hand to them as they neared. "Captain Samantha White, of the S.S. Lily Pad. Hail!" Pretty much my standard greeting as the bumpers of the Gunship tapped the side of my ship and hooked on.

"Passports, license, Registration and insurance, Ms. White. Do you know you and your party know you are about to leave US waters?" asked a grey haired man.

I gave him the documents needed as I glanced not a football field away the buoys marking U.S. Waters. "Aye." I stated simply the man had on foot on the railing of the Lily Pad the other firmly on the Gunship. He handed the documents to a younger woman.

"Permission to come aboard, Ms. White." he said but before I could answer they stepped over and one of them handed me a generic document. Useless to argue or say no anyway, I stepped out of the way.

"Under the US Patriot Act we reserve the right to search your ship, for contraband and illegal aliens." said the man as his crew looked over the Lily Pad.

I didn't need to read the papers. Same dribble they just said. Naturally the documents were in order. Some snot nosed brat of a sailor came up with my stash of weed, all 2 joints of it.

I smirked at them and held out my hand to Sandra who was already handing me my prescription. This I handed to the Gunship's captain. He read this and handed me back the lot of documents.

"Everything is in order. Have a safe voyage Ms. White." he said as they climbed back onto the gunship, unhooked and left.

"Fucking Pigs." I stated as the 3 of us mooned them; the Lily Pad headed safely into International Waters and truest freedom.

Dan poked his head up from down below deck sometime later with a book in hand. Sandra and me were wrapped into the blissful aftereffects of a wonderful 69.

"Knew I heard something going on up here. Capt' been reading." he stated as I chuckled.

"Now that's a miracle. When did you teach him that trick, dove?"

Sandra giggled as he patiently tapped his foot. "Ha ha. Very funny." He called back and came topside. We three were completely nude now and he did look damned hot. His cock was a full 10 inches, very thick and cut. That was, as I said, his saving grace and god did he know how to use that big fucker.

"You know if that island isn't occupied we can claim it. Judging from the photos the island don't have any docks to it." He smirked and slapped my bareass. My pussy still nestled over Sandra's mouth. I blinked at both the information and the spanking giving my ass a wiggle. He planted a few soft kisses on it, fingers sliding into my pussy ever slowly.

His wonderful fingers gave three or four slow pumps into me before the winds started to pick up. I moaned with both pleasure and annoyance as a man's voice cleared over the radio announcing severe weather for the gulf.

I looked up at the view of the radar and indeed it showed one hell of a storm blowing in. With a sigh we untangled and secured everything below deck. I made sure the Lily Pad was on course before going below deck with the others and locking down.

We settled down on my bed, this time I was on bottom with my legs spread wide. Sandra climbed on top to mount in for another 69. Our stud muffin got a few quick sucks from Sandra over his big cock before he slid it into my ever wet, dripping cunt. I let out a deep moan as his cock filled me. God it had been ages since he'd fucked me and that was exactly what I needed- a good fucking. I started in earnest on licking, chewing and sucking Sandra's clit and pussy lips as Dan pushed all the way into me then slowly withdrew out. Sandra returned the favor to me on every in stroke Dan gave me and licked his cock on every out stroke. 

It only took a few minutes of this before he settled into a nice good hard fucking. Our three moans filled the room damn near drowning out the storm outside. Soon the Lily Pad was rocking from the storm or maybe from our sex. I came at least 4 times before Dan thrust deep into me with a moan and came hard. His thick rich cum filled me up just as Sandra squirted all over my face. I licked her clean while she did the same for me and Dan. God but he knew how to do that. 

They lay between my legs lightly licking and sucking on me for what seemed like hours. I knew the storm ended. We untangled again and climbed back topside. The deck was wet with water, but that's to be expected. I smiled and pointed due East of us. The isle we had set off for. I didn't even have to check the photos.

In another 20 minutes we would be there. I looked for a likely spot for us to dry-dock at when the whole of the Lily Pad lurched with the force of an impact. We rushed to the sides to look overboard, noting something like sharks in the water.

"Must have brushed to close to us." I said just as the ship jolted again. This time from the front the whole rear of the Lily Pad lifted up and out of the water.

Sandra latched onto the railing for dear life as me and Dan went skyward. My quick reflexes saved me as I grabbed the upper deck railing. The jolt of force as I grabbed hold mademe cry out in pain. My shoulder most certainly was pulled out of socket by that one.

Dan landed in the water somewhere as I heard the splash. Whatever we hit, or whatever hit us, was fucking huge, as the Lily Pad was completely vertical. In but an instant I felt gravity working on us as the ship leaned star port and crashed into the water.

My grip was broken as I heard wood splintering and glass breaking. Water rushed over me as I fought to stay above water. Sandra or maybe Dan grabbed my ankle perhaps to try to pull me to safety. Whoever it was was pulling me down though. I remember kicking but to no avail as darkness surrounded me. **** I had no idea how much time passed but it was dark when I awoke on the beach. The full moon was up, I sat up and looked around. Sandra lay face down about 5 yards away in the sand. Several hundred pieces of broken wood littered the area between us. Dan lay on some rocks not farther from us. Blood was on his head and face.

Fear for my lovers gripped me at the sight of the blood and I was up like a bolt. I dashed over, taking 20 or so steps before some bee or other insect stung me. Human reflex is quicker than the mind as I pulled out the stinger.

My vision suddenly blurred as I stared at the stinger... dart, odd looking... never had such a sting effect me so. I hit the sand. My last conscious act was seeing some white guy walking to me. **** "...damage to the frontal lobe of the brain... left leg fractured..." the voice was male and was American, though for my life I did not know what he was speaking about. My whole body hurt, even my eyelids as I opened them.

I had to blink several times at the bright lights. Long tubes of light above me. I was dry but laying on something chilled, like metal. I was nude too, all this I could tell in a moment. The room was silent now and I turned my head to look left.

Sandra lay three feet away or so on an odd metal table. She was nude as well with a band aid over her right eye. Odd. Then my mind clicked. We were in a hospital. Indeed beyond her I saw a door, through the small window a hallway.

I was jolted out of my view bythe sound of what might be a saw. I turned my head to the right in time to see a terrible spinning blade being lowered by some white doctor type dude onto Dan's bare chest. He too was nude, his eyes closed. His left leg was clearly broken, but most of all the whole left side of his face was ruined.

I must have screamed awful loud turning my head to look up again, for the saw was turned off. I know I was crying, could hear it and feel the tears streaking down my cheeks.

"Subject Jane Doe #2 regained consciousness 14:38- subject hysterical." The man spoke I assumed to a mic somewhere in the room. The feel of a latex gloved hand caressed my forehead almost soothing in a way.

"Can you tell me your name?" he asked. It was a reasonable question; more importantly it was simple.

I nodded my head as best I could, sniffing back tears. "Samantha White, Corpus Christi, Texas; U.S.A."

He shined one of those pen lights into each eye and spoke again. "Subject; S. White Coherent, positive light reaction both eyes." He paused speaking only a moment.

"Miss White your ship crashed into a reef off the coast of this isle. I'm afraid it was destroyed in the crash. You have been unconscious 2 days. Your right shoulder was dislocated and you have several lacerations along your back. These I was able to repair easily enough."

He stopped to let me digest this new information. Two days? That was unreal. 

"My friends; Sandra and Daniel? How are they?" This I had to know. He paused before speaking in that soothing voice.

"Your female friend, Sandra, is in a coma. She hit her head on something. Her vital signs are good. Only time will help. Your male friend, Daniel, was killed in the crash. He struck his head on the reef and was killed instantly."

And again the tears flowed. The man whom I assumed to be a doctor caressed my face. I closed my eyes crying softly, a brief pinch of the skin. I opened my eyes to see the Doctor injecting me with something. A moment later... darkness.



The Island



Some friends and I decided to go to party island, it's a little island out in the middle of a remote lake its very isolated and no one goes there except the horny young folks brave enough to make the hike then the row out to it. I had decided that I was going to have one last hurrah with my friends before we graduated college and headed out into the world. I was the brains in the group as they would call me but my name is Brian, there was Jake the stud who got every girl on campus to fall for him, and Rob the jock who pretty much kept to himself unless we were around. 

We had all met our first day of school, we were roomies in the small dorm room they put us in. after awhile we all became good friends hanging out together, getting drunk, and trying to get into as many skirts as possible.

We rowed out to the island with our gear we had planned on staying for the long four day break from school. We had brought plenty of beer and food, a tent, sleeping bags, and an ax to cut firewood. We set up camp a little bit off the water so it wouldn't be so cold at night with the wind coming off of it. After we set up we chopped firewood and built a great fire. 

Rob set up the fire ring and began to cook up some of the meat and beans we had brought with us, popping open a beer and swigging it down. We ate heartily and sat around the fire, drinking and telling tales of the last conquest we had had. 

Jake was going off into to wild tell about this girl who sucked his cock so hard that he had a red ring around it from where she sucked so hard. He went into detail about how she let him fuck her in her ass, how tight it was when he first pushed inside, he said he felt like he was fucking a new virgin and that it was the best fuck of his life.

We all sat and listened as he told us about how she sat on his cock with it still in her ass and how she groaned with each thrust like it hurt so bad she couldn't stand it but she kept wanting more and more. He said she kept yelling harder, more, more. Just listening was making my cock swell and making me squirm in my seat. I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed my cock and tried to stroke it with out the others knowing what I was doing. My cock was so hard at listening to Jake ramble on about this girls ass, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Then I looked over and I saw Rob was doing the same thing, our eyes locked for a moment and then we hurriedly looked away. I excused my self and head for the tree we had all agreed on as the pissing tree so everyone could avoid walking there. But I went past the tree and headed for a little passage that was near, there their was a rock I sat down and I let loose my straining cock and began stroking it wildly I had to cum it was too much hearing all that Jake had said. 

I guess I was so lost in my stroking I didn't hear Rob walk up on me, I looked up and he was standing nearly in front of me just watching me, so I continued I figured if he was into it, it didn't bother me. I looked up again and he had taken out his own cock and was stroking while watching me. We looked at each other I guess it was a mutual thing he walked forward and before I knew it his cock was in my mouth. I sucked his cock deep into my mouth as far as I could, licking up the side of it and down the other, I began stroking it wildly as I sucked on the tip. I could hear him moaning and groaning at my efforts.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, this was one of my best friends and here I was sucking his cock deep into my mouth. His hand was on the back of my head encouraging my mouth . In the next moment he was pushing me off his cock and I was laying back on the rock and he took my cock into his mouth the feeling was incredible it was nothing that I had ever felt before. I gave him much encouragement by moving my hips thrusting my cock into his mouth, then his hands were exploring my body I felt his fingers probing my ass, it tingled at the thought that he was even there. I moaned loudly as his finger pushed past my sphincter I the feeling was so amazing I wanted to feel more. I pushed him off my cock lifted my legs to his shoulders and allowed him access.

He moved forward his cock poking at my ass then he pushed forward with a simultaneous groan his eased into my ass. When he had pushed all the way inside he held still for a moment, we looked at each other in amazement. He leaned in and we kissed tentatively at first then he became more passionate, as we kissed he began thrusting his cock in and out of my ass. 

The feel of his cock was unlike anything I had ever felt before, I never thought I would love having a cock being shoved up my ass but the more he pounded the more I was liking it.

He pulled out of my ass I stood we kissed and then he turned me around he then entered me from behind. I thrust my ass on his cock as hard as I could it was so hot, unlike anything I had ever felt with a girl. Our hands were touching where ever they could reach, I am not sure how long we were there but it seemed like forever when I stood, turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing him with reverent passion.

I felt him pick me up and place me on his cock I wrapped my legs around his waist and began riding his cock with furious intent. I was close to cumming when Rob growled in my ear. "I'm cumming." My cock erupted between us. 

We held onto each other my legs still wrapped around him, laying kisses on bare skin. As we came back down to earth as it were we separated and began to get dressed.

"I think it would be best to keep this to ourselves," I said as I turned to look at him.

"I believe your right, but it was hot wasn't it?" he said stepping in and wrapping his arms around me.

"I have never done anything like that before, I hope you know that. I am not gay or at least I doubt that I am gay. Have you ever done it with another guy before now?" I asked as he rained kisses over my neck.

"No I haven't done it before either. I doubt I'm gay either because I love the taste of pussy but then again your cock tasted damn good too. Who knows what we are but it is best to keep this between us. Besides I want you all to myself," he said leaning in to kiss me.

I returned his kiss holding tightly to him, we then knew we should be getting back to camp before Jake came looking for us and saw too much.

Walking back into camp Jake was slurping down yet another beer, he would be dead drunk before too much longer and be passed out. The fire was dying and we helped Jake to the tent and zipped him up tight.

I laid in my sleeping bag just staring at the tent wall, sleep would not come for some reason, most likely because Rob was so close and I could hear his steady breathing as he slept. My cock began to rise and I couldn't help but to slide my hand down to my cock as hard as a rock and began stroking it slowly. 

I kicked off my cover and laid out on my back my cock straight up with my hand stroking it intently. I looked over at Jake, still sleeping. When I looked over at Rob his blue eyes were watching my hand move over my cock. I smiled and he moved over to my bag. His mouth was instantly on my cock. My mind exploded with euphoric eroticism. 

I turned my body and we were in 69 position and sucking each others cocks with all the fury of mad men. I could not get over how amazing it felt to suck his cock and for him to be sucking mine. Eventually I sucked and kissed my way up his body until I was straddling his waist and aiming his cock straight for my hole. I slowly lowered myself on to him and then began riding his cock, stroking my cock as his cock disappeared into my ass. 

I was so paranoid that Jake would hear all the commotion and wake up. But I could not help moaning each time his cock hit home, we tried to keep it down as much as we could by kissing. Rob then rolled us over and my legs were drawn up over his shoulders and his cock began pumping in and out of my ass and my hand stroked my own cock furiously. 

My cock was near to exploding when we both heard the same noise at the same time, we looked over and Jake was groaning as his cock erupted cum all over his chest. He had been watching us and we had had no idea.

We looked at each other shrugged our shoulders and continued on as we could not hide what was happening now, Jake then moved over to us and began stroking my cock as Rob continued to fuck my ass.

Again he rolled me on top of him and was riding his cock, Jake was standing over the top of Rob and I was sucking his cock, it was fast hardening as I continued to suck his cock as Rob hammered his cock up into my ass. He slowed and I ground my ass on his cock, Jake moved around to the back of me. Then I felt him probing his cock at my ass as well, then he pushed the head of his cock inside with Rob's. 

OMG, it hurt so bad. But it also felt good, he waited for a few minutes the pushed more of his cock inside. It's a good thing we were alone here the sounds coming from the tent would have the law there in seconds thinking someone was being killed or something. I got over the pain and the pleasure began, their cocks were driving hard into my ass. Our moans, groans and screams were filling the night air.

Rob stated first that he was going to cum, then Jake and lastly I was so ready to cum. We separated and laid a side of each other in a triangle and began stroking one another's cocks. Writhing violently we began cumming together. Breathless and panting we laid back and let ourselves calm down. It was a while before anyone decided to say anything.

"I feel like a dip in the lake, anyone else?" Jake said as he stood looking down at us.

"Sure my ass need some cooling down," I said trying to break the unsettling silence.

"Sounds good lets go," Rob followed Jake and I down to the waters edge and we waded out into the cool water. 

The cool water felt really good on my worn out ass. I don't know what the other two were thinking about but I was unsure of what this all meant. Gay not gay, bi, who knew. But I liked sucking their cocks, and it felt good to have them deep inside of me. We played around out in the water for a while until the water began to feel too cool. We jumped out of the water stoked up the fire and added some wood.

The next morning things felt a little strained no one knew what to say to each other or how to act. I didn't regret what happened at all, but I was unsure of how the others felt by the way they were acting.

We ate breakfast and decided to row back to the mainland and hike up the mountain. The trail was steep but we made it to the top of Grover's Point in about 2 hours. We ate a packed lunch and drank stream water from the thermos. Rob was the first to mention the previous evening.

"Do you guys think we should talk about last night?"

"We can if you want but I think last night defies words, it was the most amazing night I have ever had. I don't regret what happened and I hope you guys don't either," I said.

"Its nothing to regret I agree, but what do we do now?" Rob said.

"I don't know, it depends on what we think this is all about. I think its about sexual energy that got out of control. But no I don't regret it either," Jake chimed in.

"Out of control is right, but would we want it to happen again is the question?" I said looking at them. 

"I don't know, I guess whatever happens, happens," Rob said.

"Lets head back it will be dark soon we don't want to have to cross the lake in the dark," I said packing things up in the backpack.

We got back to camp just as it was getting dark we started a fire and set up to cook a hot supper. I took off to the lake to take a bath. I stripped down and headed into the water with a bar of soap. Lathering up my body and rinsing off I washed my hair. I turned around and Rob was coming in too. I rubbed the soap into a lather in my hands and began washing his back, his skin was so soft I rubbed the soap over his back, sides and down his arms. He turned around and I rubbed my hands over his chest and he did the same to mine. I bent down and began sucking on his nipple. 

He put his hands on my shoulders, I looked up at him and he wrapped his arms around me pulling me close, and kissed me passionately. My mind and body was a buzz of sensations, I was unsure of how this was going to affect my relationship with my friends. It had started out easy enough, but kissing Rob made me realize this was something deeper more meaningful. But I was afraid to say anything for fear of losing them forever.

We exited the water and headed for the tent, we dried off and Jake, Rob and I began yet another hot night. We laid in a triangle and each of us was sucking cock, touching one another and exploring each others bodies.

I slid my cock into Rob's ass while he sucked on Jake's cock, his ass seemed to cling on to my cock like it didn't want to let go. I slammed my cock into him and heard him moan as his mouth was full of cock. I widened his legs out and held onto his feet while watching my cock slide in and out of his ass. 

Jake came around behind me and began licking my hole, he held onto my ass as I pounded Rob's ass. He slid a finger in my hole as he licked down my crack and on my balls. He moved behind me then and his cock entered my ass, I held still for a moment as he settled into my ass. I continued moving in and out of Rob's ass while pushing Jake's further and faster into my own.

Eventually we laid down spooning and fucking each other for what was good part of the night. We held onto each other kissing, touching and moaning into the night.

In the morning of the last day we sat down after a good breakfast and began what would be one of our last conversation. We all agreed no one would talk of what happened on the island, no one would continue on with what happened on the island back at school. We agreed it was no ones business but ours. 

I knew though that being around Rob and not touching him was going to be hard, it was going to be hard for all of us seeing as we live in the same dorm room. 

We packed everything up and put it into the boat, we looked around the island one last time, I looked at Rob he smiled slapped me on the back and hopped into the boat. 

We got back to the dorms about 8 o'clock that night we slipped into our own beds alone and fell asleep. For several weeks after we avoided being around each other. I couldn't take it anymore and put in for a transfer to a different dorm on the other side of campus, Rob left right after graduation his father died and his mother needed him at home to help with the family business. Jake went on with his male whore ways, though I heard he knocked some girl up not sure what will happen now. 

When I think about those days I remember feeling how lucky I was that my first time with a guy was with my best friends, I called Rob out of the blue last week, he's coming to see me soon. He sounded as excited as I was when I asked him if he wanted to go to the island for a getaway.



The Island Ch. 01



It is a very small island; no more than 500 feet long by 200 feet across. It has a small very private cabin (with all the modern amenities since both water and power are fed by underwater conduit from the mail island. We rented this small Caribbean paradise as a getaway to ourselves.

The island has neither name nor visitors. It is part of a resort made up of a large main island with an airport and more than 2 dozen very expensive private little islands like ours for rent or lease. We have taken ours for a week.

The total island is covered with lush vegetation with lots of beautifully coloured tropical birds and butterflies. There is a hidden cove and beach facing out to sea away form the sight of all the other atolls that make up this exclusive getaway. At the head of the beach - about 65 feet from the lapping surf, is our own little paradise. It is a two room little hut built on stilts (very solid in case of high tides) with a ramp we can pull up at night to close off the door for privacy. The roof outside is thatched although inside it is warm glowing light wood panels.

The electric fans slowly turn overhead moving the balmy air slowly about us as we unpack our small bags. We didn't bring much except traveling clothes since we plan on spending much of the private time nude and very busy in each other's arms. We check the full sized fridge and find both it and the cupboards fully stocked by the resort as expected. Nothing for us to do but enjoy!

As we turn towards each other, we slowly take of our traveling clothes with our eyes never leaving the other. God, my darling, you are such a goddess standing there before me! You shining free blown hair circles that loving face and the azure blue of your eyes feel like they are burning every inch of my exposed skin. As you watch me - and I rake my eyes slowly over the beauty before me (the woman who is my loving bride - yes, even after all this time, it is as if we just wed!) - I feel as if I am on fire with passion. My cock, already as hard as it can get, is pouring forth precum onto the reed mat covered floor.

I reach out my arms for you and you walk slowly into them with your Mona Lisa smile lighting up the shadowy room. As I feel the first brush of your erect nipples across my chest, the air leaves my lungs in a gasp of arousal. Your arms reach up to encircle my neck and you lift one leg into my waiting hand. As I pull that slender limb higher, you warm moist core slides over my cock, leaving behind a trail of your own flowing juices! The heat we generate together is almost all consuming. It so almost unbelievable that after all this time, we are so in tune with each others feelings! Even without touching each other, just the whisper touch of our bodies sends almost orgasmic waves throughout us. Amazing and unbelievable!

Your soft hands slowly reach between our bodies and wrap around the tip of my cock sending shivers of anticipation of what's to come throughout my body. I lift your leg out to the side to allow you greater access to my already super sensitized organ. You don't allow the moment to slip by and moving my cock to the entrance of your warm inviting pussy, slip just the head inside you. Balancing on one foot with your arms around my neck, you lever yourself until I feel the silken warmth of your cunt walls surround half of my cock. 

I drop my hands to cup your buttocks and lift you slightly off the floor until you are poised on tip toe and I can control the penetration. Spreading my legs slightly for stability – and with the effect of opening your pussy even wider to accept me – I lower you by your weight until you squeal with pleasure as my pubes meet your shaven mons.

With a command from me and an assist by my hands which are still gripping your firm ass cheeks, you leap upwards to wrap your legs around my waist. Your arms are tightly wound around my neck and legs around my waist as you nuzzle the crook of my neck with your mouth. I can feel the sharp intake of your breath as I walk us slowly towards the doorway onto the porch overlooking the beach. With each step, my cock jars erotically against your cervix eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep in your throat.

Our private beach is deserted – except for the inflatable Zodiac which we used to land from the boat that delivered us – and the sum is starting its descent into the darkening pool of the sea. There is a wide railing surrounding the porch and I rest your ass on top of it to relieve my arms of even your light weight. I'm not as young as I would like to me so I know my limits.

However, your legs and arms remain wrapped around me as I start to slowly stroke your steaming pussy with my very needy cock. I have awaited this vacation and our absolute privacy for so long and I want to make our first lovemaking special. 

As I slowly sink my 7" all the way into you, you throw your head back and cry out to the emptiness surrounding us, "Please, my darling! Love me now!"

You start to hump and grind your hips as your spread legs expose your clit and inner folds to my hard pubic bone thus creating a swelling of those sensitive organs. As I pump my cock harder and faster inside you – going as deep as I can on each stroke – the speed of your gyrations continues to grow until we are on the verge of falling off the rail.

Just in time, we explode simultaneously in a blinding orgasm as the sun dips below the horizon and the first stars of our first night appear high above our secret paradise.

With the week ahead of us, there are so many adventures and so much lovemaking ahead.

I love you so very much, my darling wife! 



The Island Ch. 01



This story contains graphic sex and the main character is turned into a human toilet. If this does not interest you read no further.

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Chapter One

I'll never forget how it all started. I was in the Caribbean fishing with 5 other guys. We were about 200 miles south of Florida when a squall suddenly appeared making the sky ominous and the waves quite treacherous. Our boat road the waves pretty well and we managed to radio for help but a half hour later lightning struck and the electrical fire caused our radio to burn out and the engine to fail. Without steering we veered around, drifting south until finally we hit a coral reef and the boat began to sink.

The next few minutes seemed like hours. For me it was the most difficult since I was not only the smallest but also not in the physical shape the others were in. However, somehow we all managed to survive having been washed ashore on an island.

Within hours the storm lifted and the sun came out. It was apparent that the island was not large but had some high terrain. Strewn on the beach was some of the cargo from our boat. But the boat itself was not to be seen. Fortunately, the most important need we would have had been saved. The large Styrofoam chests filled with food and beer had been washed ashore. There was enough food to feed an army for quite awhile. The captain of the boat, Bob Stanton had laid in this cargo to deliver to a small resort during our trip. For some reason almost all of the containers had made it.

After we recomposed ourselves, Tom and Bill decided they would go out and scout around and see whatever there was. John, Bob and Andrew began gathering all the things that were strewn around. I, since I was the best, started putting something together to eat. The day progressed well after all that had happened and I managed to make quite a decent lunch. There were coconuts and other fruit nearby on the island and some sandwich meat we had from before. No bread unfortunately.

Finally after a few hours Tom and Bill returned. They went over to the others while I was cleaning up and talked with them. I could hear them say something about having found a cabin. Andrew walked over to me and said "Tom and Bill have found a cabin not too far from here. We're all going to bring the provisions there. Why don't you keep an eye on things here so those birds don't take anything." I agreed and for the rest of the day the guys came and went carrying what we had salvaged away to the cabin. 

By late in the day everything had been taken up and Andrew returned saying "Ok Loren, guess it's time for you and I to head to the cabin." We walked for quite sometime up and down paths and through areas where the men had dragged the provisions until we finally came to the top of island and the cabin just ahead. It was a fairly well built cabin and the view was inspiring. You could see the island was only about 2 or 3 square miles. Otherwise, there was the sea. The beautiful Caribbean waters. On one side of the island was a cove where the water looked calm and a nice beach lay. Most of the rest of the island had small inlets or the sea lapped at the volcanic stone piercing into the water.

We were 'nowhere' I thought to myself: a paradise with six stranded men. YUCK! Walking into the cabin I noticed it was small but comfortable. A kitchen with an old iron stove had a window looking out to the south. The living room had two old couches, which were worn but otherwise in fairly decent shape. There was also an easy chair and table near the fireplace. Along the hall, there were three nice bedrooms and then a small room with a single bed. There was a bathroom of sorts. It had a sink, with of all things, running water (I would learn later that the previous occupant had been quite clever) and a mirror but I didn't see a toilet.

Suddenly, I heard Bob talking about chores and duties and asking us all to come to the living room. When I got there Bob had already told Bill and John that their duties would be to get firewood each day and bring it and stack it. They agreed easily. He then told Tom and Andrew that they would somehow have to arrange to find food and as necessary create a garden for fresh vegetables. All four of them would fish each day "over there" he said. It was obvious that Bob had taken charge. He was the captain of the island. He turned to me and said "Loren, since you are a good cook and some of these other tasks demand strength, you will cook and keep the cabin clean." I nodded yes even though I felt a bit strange at having been given the 'woman's work'. 

Bob said he would pitch in where necessary and would try to figure a way for all of us to get back home. He would work on drawing and then building a seaworthy vessel. Also he assigned us rooms. Since all the other guys knew each other, I was assigned the small room to myself. I was pleasantly surprised at that stroke of luck.

"Ok, Loren, why don't you get dinner together and we'll plan out the next day," Bob said. I went into the kitchen and began cooking dinner as the others sat in the living room drinking some beer and talking. I heard them discussing whether it would work or not and figured they were making plans for the garden or boat.

Serving dinner was quite a different situation for me. The table was small and only four of them could sit at it. Bob sat in a chair near the fireplace with a small table. I on the other hand found the only place I could eat was standing at the island in the kitchen. I looked out and saw these five big men eating as I stood in the kitchen and a nervous twitch jumped through me. I asked Bob, "how long do you think we'll be stranded here." He replied, "don't worry, we'll find a way, but I do think it could be months."

After dinner they all got up, thanked me for the food and left everything for me to clean up. I don't know why I didn't object then, but I didn't. I guess they had worked hard all day and I felt I should do something. Before going to bed Bob offered me a drink. I thought it would help me sleep. He said it was a 'buttery nipple' and explained it was a mixture of butterscotch schnapps and Irish Cr?me. He had found plenty of liquor in the cabinet. I drank it and it tasted very good. I went to my room and fell asleep. For the next few days, things were very similar. I cleaned up the cabin, cooked the food while the rest of them did so many things. We had fresh fish, a garden had been started. Coconuts and other fruit were stacked outside on a table John had made.

Each night Bob would offer me a drink. I liked the taste. Actually I started craving them. The smooth creamy taste was heavenly. Shortly after I'd go to my room and fall asleep. The men would stay up, drinking, talking and playing cards. 

My room was small, but comfortable and it had the advantage of having a private door to the bathroom. There was another door in my room, but it was locked. Although I was curious, I never seemed to get around to asking one of the guys to help me open it. It seems that I would only really notice it at night just before I fell asleep.

By the third day, the guys weren't wearing much clothing anymore. John and Bill had made a shower outside. It worked pretty well. After taking a shower that day, Bob came inside while I was cleaning up. He was naked. His cock was massive and hung there. I looked away embarrassed that I had noticed. He didn't say anything other then "the cabin looked nice and lunch was great" and smiled and walked to his room.

I started to feel like the guys were much hairier then me. But, then I remembered that I was always less hairy, even in college. But, I hadn't needed a shave and the others must have been shaving. At least Bob, John and Bill still had clean shaven faces. Tom and Andrew were growing beards. But my face, I felt it, was quite smooth. Oh well, lucky me, I thought. While cleaning the living room, I dusted the books on the shelves and noticed some unusual books besides the fiction and biography. One was entitled "HOW TO BE THE PERFECT WOMAN". It was a short book. I didn't open it but wondered why it was here. I also noticed another book titled "RULES" and thought perhaps I'd look at that and see what it was about, thinking it's probably about cards.

By Bob's chair was a book titled "THE BOOK". I was dusting there, about to pick it up, when Bob came back in, walked over and took the book from the table and smiled saying "aren't things just great here." And then he sat down. I could feel him looking at me my legs or something and I asked "is anything wrong? Is something stuck to me?" as I tried to brush where he was looking. But, he said, "no, guess I was just daydreaming. Sorry." But as I walked away, I felt he was looking at me.

That night after Bob gave me my drink he said "Lauren, sorry, Loren, after breakfast tomorrow we are going to have a big meeting. So, don't clean up right away but instead meet us all in the kitchen. Ok?" I nodded yes, yawned and went to bed.

Chapter 2

Awakening the next day, I heard the sounds of the all the animals and birds. I felt great and went into the bathroom to wash up. But, when I looked in the mirror I was stunned. I knew I hadn't had to shave and hadn't really taken much notice. But this morning I couldn't help but notice my face was smooth. Looking down I could see that my nipples had changed a bit and I swear I had two small lumps, almost like breasts. There was no hair on my body. My pubic hair was gone. I had only my hair on my head, which seemed a bit longer. And although the mirror was not full length I could feel with my hands that I felt a bit rounder. I thought it must be a reaction to something I'm eating, one of the local fruits. I wondered if the same had happened to any of the other guys. But I was also afraid to ask since they might ostracize me fearing I had some contagion or something.

So, I wore the same thing I had for the last days. My pants which were in the best shape of anyone's and the t shirt which I found that was not mine and was quite large on me. Today I was thankful for that.

I made breakfast. Served everyone, as had been my job for the past three mornings. And instead of cleaning up I went to the living room where all had gathered. Bob was sitting and the other guys were milling around him. This time he said, "Lauren" and didn't even correct himself. Before I could object he continued and said told everyone that it looked like it would be months before we would leave. He explained about the waters. The he had seen sharks. And, that we were at least 60 miles from another island with civilization if his theory of where we were correct.

Continuing, he said, "months would be very difficult without female companionship. The men work would suffer from being unhappy and the process might take much longer due to that." It was right about here that he looked up at me and said, "Lauren, I have decided that you will have to be our girl. The slut we'll need so that we can finish our tasks. I know this will be difficult but unfortunately, I see no other way if we ever want to build a boat and sail home"

I stood at him shocked. My face flush. He just smiled and continued. "You can make this easy by accepting your fate or you can be made to serve us by being beaten into it. 

There are 5 of us and we are all agreed It is UNANIMOUS! I looked down, shocked and could see him holding the book "HOW TO BE A PERFECT WOMAN". Holding it forward as if to hand it to me. Saying, "take this and learn it well. At first there will be allowances, but later you will be punished should you deviate from what is in here. Learn the walk, the talk, the deference and all will go well. COME TAKE IT NOW!" he commanded.

Nervous and afraid I took the book. He said, "go to your room today and read this book. When you know it Lauren, then come back and report to me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Please," I pleaded, "don't make me do this. I'm not a woman. Please." But he answered. "We are unanimous, right men? Lauren will be our little cum cunt from now on? There was a unanimous sound from all five men as I stood there hearing them grunt and say "yes."

"Now go to your room girl," Bob stated.

I walked back to my room with the book in my hand mortified by the whole experience. My mind swirled, I'm to be a woman to five men for months. Sitting on my bed with the book next to me, I tried to escape mentally but every now and then I'd hear Bob knock on my door and say, "you'd better use this time to read that book."

When I finally opened the book, I realize it was not a published book but one individually written. The Forward began with,

If you are reading this book, you have probably noticed that some changes are happening to your body. They are irreversible. However, no matter how much you change, your penis will remain. Smaller and softer, but still there. This book is a beginning and the book "RULES" should be read soon after. 

The book continued with statements about the 'perfect woman' being the 'perfect cunt'. Explaining how to put on makeup. How to walk, making your ass sway. Moving it as if inviting a man to use it. To always smile. How to sit. To remember that if a man is looking at your pussy your mind should think about how much you'd like his cum in you.

How to put on nail polish on your fingers and toes. Always to stand straight so your breasts push out. There was a special chapter on "HOW TO CURTSY". This chapter talked about curtsying holding the hem from the front and dipping so that either your panties or pussy are showing as you do it, and to remain smiling throughout. There were pictures numbered 1 thru 5 showing in a black and white drawing the proper way. I felt flush as I looked at them. Just as I looked at the last picture with the girl holding her skirt open and curtsying with her legs splayed out, Bob knocked and said "One more hour. Then come back to the living room Lauren."

I looked down and noticed that my breasts were pushing a bit at the shirt I had on. I wondered what five virile men would want. Finally after awhile I realized it was time for me to go to my fate. To go to where Bob was. 

Chapter 3

Frightened, I opened my door and walked to the living room. Bob was sitting there. He said "Hi Lauren." Impulsively I answered, "Hi Bob" and realized even my voice was changing. It was higher in pitch. "You've read the book, right?" I nodded yes. "So you're a cunt now. Right?"

I didn't answer but Bob continued and said, "I can see your nipples poking out just like every cunt." I saw him pick up the other book titled "RULES" and said, "when you wake up tomorrow read it. Also the other door in your room will be open. You will understand what to do then. Now answer "yes Sir" and turn and show me a little of what you have learned. I could tell by his voice he meant I'd better do it.

As I turned I said "Yes Sir." Bob said stop when I was half turned, my ass facing him. I stopped. He slapped my ass and said, "Lauren you have a sweet ass. Don't forget your manners to say Thank you Sir" As I felt my penis hanging in my pants I heard myself say "Thank you Sir."

"Bring that ass over here," he said, "I want to feel it. If I like what I feel, I may want to stick my dick in." Turning around, my body quivering, I noticed he was holding a paddle. There were several paddles, I hadn't noticed before. He was holding his. It was just he and I. He was much bigger and stronger. The other men, where were they? Then I remembered I'm on an island. "Come here Lauren," he said a little softer. I walked closer. He patted his knee, "turn and sit here". As I started to sit on his knee he continued, "Lauren," he put his arm around the lower part of my waist rubbing my asscheek. I sat gingerly. "When I cum, I like to shoot a big load in my girls." My mind swirled again, "his girls," it spun. "As the book of "RULES" will teach you much, remember to thank me for my cum and not to wipe it away or anything else without permission. Don't swallow. Don't even close your mouth till you have permission. And be sure to make me feel you are happy with my load in you. Ok?" As he finished he slapped me gently. Then took my hand as I said I understood and brought it to his crotch.

My hand felt his cock through his soft warm up pants. It felt BIG. "Learn to like it Lauren. With this group of men you'll be getting 15 to 30 loads of cum a day."

His cock started to get bigger as he held my hand there and then said, "from now on, your ass is a cunt and your penis a clit. So I ask is your cunt ready for a load?"

I trembled and he just said, "I take that to mean yes. Take off your pants and throw them in the fire." He spanked me once for a reminder. My ass burning, I got up and removed my pants. It was then, I remembered embarrassingly that I had no underwear. As the pants went into the fire he said, "you won't need those anymore." I wondered what I would wear. My eyes were down as his hand touched my ass and glided me to turn. "You have a nice clit Lauren. And, I'm glad your pussy is shaved."

Then he touched me there. Rubbing me the way I rubbed many clits before. Palming my penis like a clit. Pinching it. "Now take your shirt off and throw it in the fire." Without even a remark, I did as he said. He played with my p- clit he said, "you have nice nipples and a nice clit for a girl. You're auburn hair and hazel eyes make you very pretty." And then he put a finger around my asshole/pussy. "Do you think I can fill it in one load," he asked? I trembled uncontrollably and heard him continue, " well we might as well try."

Suddenly I felt him rubbing some greasy stuff at my a-pussy as he had me hold his cock with my right hand. "Now lauren take my cock out and suck it hard as I lube your cunt. While you're sucking it, I want you to think of it pushing in your cunt. Running up and down. In and out. Wondering how much cum does a man like me shoot."

"Shssss, don't say anything. Don't protest. Just do it." His cock was in my hand and I felt him lower my head with his other hand. "You'll become a great cock sucker," he sighed as he pushed his finger into my a-pussy.

"Ohhhh," I moaned. "Yes but remember to moan with want," he admonished. My sigh had been one of feeling violated. Then his cock was touching my lips. Rubbing them open. The scent in my nose, my saliva coating his prick as his hand held my head in place. He said, "don't talk. Be a good little cunt and do your job and things around here will be great." Then he laughed a bit. His cock filled my mouth. His finger filled my a-pussy.

"Yes you are quite a slut," he said. But now it's time to pop your cherry. "Now when my cock comes out of your mouth, I want you to stand up and ask me to fuck your virgin cunt. Ask me to fill it with my cum." And then he slapped my ass hard with the paddle and pushed my head up off his rock hard penis. "Now," he said, "ask."

As I stood up he reinserted his finger in my a-pussy. Standing, naked, his finger in me. My lips tasting of him. His cock staring me in my face. And another whack of the paddle, my high voice asked, "Would you like to fuck my little virgin a-pussy?"

WHACK! "Don't forget Sir," he reminded. "Repeat the whole thing."

Trembling in front of him I asked again, "Would you like to fuck my little virgin a-pussy and fill it up with your cum Sir?" 

As I stood there, he then asked, "What do the rest of you men think? She is asking. I should oblige don't your think?" And then I knew that the other men were there also. They had heard me. They now knew. They all said, "how nice to have a girl like lauren here who likes to suck cock. Bob I think she needs to be satisfied."

"Do you lauren?" Bob asked.

Ashamed, I nodded "yes" and after another hard WHACK said "Yes SIR."

"Now don't look back at the men, lauren. Just put that virgin hole on my cock and suck it with your cunt until it fills you with my cum. Understand?" 




The Island Ch. 01



He removed his finger and pulled me close. Till I was straddling his legs with mine. Lowering my a-cunt down. Holding his throbbing cock in my hand. Guiding a cock into me. As he started to suck on one of my nipples. His cock thick, hard pushed easily in the grease. Pushing into me. I could feel myself open. His cock swelling inside me. Going in. Deeper and deeper as I shivered. Knowing the men were watching. Thinking back to when Bob had said how virile these men were. Bob's cock now so deep in me it was a part of me. It burned in me. "Play with your clit" he coaxed. "But you must never cum until you learn when and how."

Myself cumming was the furthest thing from my mind.

"I'm going to cum soon and when I do I want you to suck it in with your hole. Grind it in. Want my sperm in you. Keep it in you and don't forget to Thank me."

He lifted me up and down on his cock. We bounced. My a-cunt opening wider and wider. And then suddenly I felt a little dampness in my a-pussy. "Now cunt" he egged on. And I started to grind on his cock and then felt the first of his sperm push up in me. Up into my bowels. It was getting hot and sticky inside me as he shot over and over again. Squirting his cum HOT inside me.

Finally, one last shudder of cum squirting in me and he pulled me up. I slid off his cock and stood. "Now clean me and thank me." His cock was a bit dirty and had some cum on it. I started to shake my head no when he slapped me so hard I nearly cried. "DO IT," he commanded. The next thing I know I was cleaning his cock with my tongue. When I was finished I stood up and said, "Thank You Sir."

"Thank me for what, girl?"

I hesitated and got another slap. "For shooting your cum in my a-pussy and letting me clean you, Sir, I sobbed."

"Good girl," he said as he gently rubbed my ass. "Now go make dinner. After you clean up tonight, come back for our nightly drink and I will give you this book." He pointed to the book of "RULES". "And put these on." He handed me a bra and panties. A white soft satin bra and matching panties. I put them on. I was completely humiliated as I walked to the kitchen with his cum slick in me.

While I was cooking, John came in and said, "hi Lauren. Nice panties but there's a little spot. Is your a-cunt leaking?" I didn't answer. So John said, "learn the RULES. The right answer to my question is to say in a girlish manner, "Hi, John-Sir, my A-cunt leaking fresh cum, I'm so happy." 

"But by tomorrow you will know how to act. Right?"

Almost whispering I answered "yes John-Sir."

Dinner went quietly as I served in my panties and bra. No one said anything. But when I served Bill his dinner, he reached unnoticed and touched my p- clit. Bob reminded me not to forget how to walk. So my ass wiggled a bit as I cleared.

After I cleared and cleaned up I went to the living room. Again only Bob was there. The other men had gone outside.

"Well lauren, tomorrow is your day to learn the RULES and everything else. After that, the house will start to run efficiently again. Three meals will be delivered to your room. When you go to bed tomorrow night you will wake in the morning ready to care for all of us. Here take you drink and the book and go to your room. If you need to relieve yourself, there is bowl in your room. We will see you the next day. Goodnight Lauren"

"Goodnight Sir.

Chapter 4

I walked femininely back to my room in my panties and bra. Carrying the book and Bob's cum. On my bed were a satin nightgown and a bottle of perfume. There was a note "Put them both on." I did and I went to sleep. And I slept and slept. I don't remember when I awakened. But the sun was up. There was a tray of food on the table in my room.

It was a nice sunny day. My nightgown rubbed against me. My breasts had grown a bit, but they were still small. The rest of me was about the same as yesterday. Oh, except my hair was shoulder length now. The locked door was now open to a small room. I went in. There was a table, a vanity table with make-up and feminine things. Hanging up were several similar black outfits. I held one. It was a maid's outfit. Except it was much sluttier. There was a bureau. Opening it there were panties, stockings, and bras. Everything there was for a woman.

I went back in my room. Hungry I sat down. The book was next to my breakfast. As I ate I opened it and read. There were many chapters on different subjects. One said that each morning after the kitchen was clean and the men were gone I was to go down to the inlet and wash myself inside and out clean. It said hygiene was important. So there was a kit that I could douche my a-pussy clean. Another said that even though I couldn't have a period. I was to wear a feminine pad two days a month and a tampon on my heavy day. It gave me a regular calendar of 28 days to follow. And just to be safe I was to wear a pad at night 3 nights before and after my period dates. It said my period would start in two days and for me to note it on the calendar and to remember what to do.

One chapter was titled "TOILET DUTIES". I shook as I turned and began to read.

"As you probably noticed, there is no toilet inside. But now there is. You. That is the reason you have a door to the bathroom. When you hear the tinkle bell from the bells on your side, you know someone needs to go. I looked up and could see that sets of bells were now attached to the handle. They will enter your room and you are to greet them cordially. At night it is advisable to wear the cunt plug panties and to have the tube and funnel in place. It's a lot better then just being either pissed on or having to swallow a lot of piss. Even if you are dreamily asleep try to remember to say "thank you Sir" or suffer the next day consequences. The chapter went on to talk about bowel movements.

It said that men usually go when they have to and that often that may be outside. But it if was raining or something else, my duties would be the following. Although I would not have to eat any they may poop in my panties or hands. May wipe themselves with my nose or hair. And that this was the one time I could go down to the inlet and clean myself other than normal routine. But I was to leave the cabin in a most feminine manner and walk swaying my ass even if it was loaded. If the poop was hard enough I might be asked to push it up in my a-cunt.

After I finished that chapter I put my tray outside as instructed.

Shortly after another tray was pushed under my door. I realized that in about 12 hours this would all happen. The book had said midnight I would turn into a slut.

I would go to bed each night at 9pm. And I was to read books that would make me more pleasurable to the men.

Another part talked about always looking at the men's cocks. Not to lift my eyes unless told to. There was a chapter on what jewelry to wear. I went to the table and found several items. A necklace that said in gold letters "TOILET" The book had said put it on now and wear it all the time. Almost crying, I put it on. I could see the word backward in the mirror. There were nipple clamps and clamps to make me seem to have labia.

Then there was Bob's voice outside "don't forget to be ready. Any mistakes tomorrow and you will be punished."

I ate my lunch and looked again in the drawers. There were panties with some sort of plug sewn in and a tube that could attach. There were funnels that fit the tube. Also all the panties had a cutout in the front for my p-clit to hang out of and a pad that held my shriveled balls tight against me. I wondered why.

I put my tray outside again. It was later in the afternoon. I wanted to cry but couldn't. I tried to put on the makeup and fix myself and was more successful then I thought I would be. I was sitting there made up wearing a satin teddy with my nipples pushing out and my necklace glistening in the mirror when I heard the dinner tray pushed in. It stayed light late at this time of year. But still I could tell it must be after 7 PM. 

I could hear the men talking and drinking outside. Having fun while I tried to get my mascara right. There were paragraphs on what to say if I had to "pee". I ate dinner and put the tray out again. The last tray I thought. In the book it referred back to the book on "How to be a Perfect Woman." There in that book, I had missed a part that said my breasts wouldn't get any bigger. I would be no more feminine looking then I was now. So it was up to me to be sure to act terrific since these men had had better looking women.

I thought how they were going to pee on and in me. How they would cum. How much cum they would spew out. It grew darker as I read on. Finally I another tray was pushed through with the "buttery nipple" liquor in the glass and a note saying "See you soon."

The last part of the book suggested I wear a camisole and the butt plug panties. To have the funnel and tube by my bed. I did as it said as I drank the glass of liquor. And shortly after that I fell asleep in bed still wearing my make-up and lipstick. The plug was in my ass and the camisole was soft and satiny against my breasts. The last line of the book had said that each night I should read and go over the parts I had failed at the day before. "Try to improve yourself each day. Be a better slut." 

Chapter 5

I think I heard the tinkle of the bells. I don't remember. But now here I am as I've recounted. Someone is coming into my room. I realized suddenly that my hands and legs have been cuffed and I am laying face up in the bed. The moon is streaming in through the window on my face. Otherwise the room is dark. I can see shadows. It must be very early morning. Maybe 5AM, I can see the tube curl down towards my ass and up towards Ð connected to the funnel. The funnel is a little lower then waist height. I hadn't put it there. But there it was.

The bells tinkle again. A voice saying "GEEE do I have to take a leak." Another voice concurring that he had to also. And then they are looking down at me. I can't see them. I just hear one saying, "What a cute toilet." I hear a zipper. The sound of the unzipppppppppppppping ear shattering. "Ah, yes," moans the voice from the sound of the unzipping. Then I can hear a whizzing sound and liquid hitting plastic. Trembling and held tight, I realize my mouth is being held open by some round device. It must have hole in it since I can breathe. But I can't talk. Suddenly, there is a warm wetness moving into me. I shudder as I know he is peeing in me and the sound of his moans of relief only make me even more humiliated as my bowels start to fill.

"Hurry up, I have to go." And then the sound of another zipper unzipping. Ziiiiiiipppppppppppppppping open. My ass or a-cunt as I am to refer to it filling. Hot urine. Male pee is filling me. 

A new strong flow starts and I know someone has come around in front of my face. His cock dangling. A shimmer of moonlight illuminates a drop of pee at the tip. Sitting there bubbling over the slit and finally falling into my mouth.

My ass filling more, the man over my head says, "Just a squirt left," and pees a long squirt right into my mouth. "Get use to it lauren, he says and shakes the last droplets on my face. Finally wiping his dick in my hair. The other finishes and before they leave one of them says, "better keep that plugged till it's time tomorrow. Just a friendly reminder to follow the RULES."

They leave and somehow I fall asleep again with the warm urine flooded in my bowels. When I wake up I am not tied up but I can see feel the pee in me. I reach back and can feel the plug in the panties. Also my p-clit dangled out the front. My mind swung back to the book of "RULES". "When you are plugged, don't forget to carry the tube and penis sheath in your purse with your lipstick and perfume. Remembering the sheath that was next to the funnel. It was a latex sheath with a nipple that would fit the tube in the end where the funnel was.

As I roll out of the bed, I feel the pee slosh around in my ass. I wonder if it's just a feeling or does it really make a sound. Going to the table near my bed I see a flower and a note.

Dear Cunt: Today is the start. Make it great. We all love a real girl; a good cocksucker and a good receptacle. Over the next days you will improve. But don't forget from now on you are to work on and keep your girlish figure. Wiggle your ass. And smile at the men as if you hope they will use you. If you see one of them men whose cum is in you make sure your smile signifies how pleased you are to be carrying his spunk or whatever else you are carrying. But keep your eyes on their dicks and asses while you smile. Today you must use the curtsy properly and don't rise until given permission. Remember to say THANK YOU SIR in a girlish sincere voice. 

BOB, 

As I walked, actually sloshed to the make-up table, I noticed that the pad against my balls make me walk every more femininely. Sitting down I made my face as the book on being a "perfect woman" had instructed. I looked slutty with the lashes and mascara. My lips were very red. There were different colors for different days. I was to start with the color marked 23 since my period would start two days. There were dots on the three days before and after. A reminder for the feminine pads I guess. Day 28 was in dark red and stood out differently then the other days. That lipstick was blood red. The days 1 to 5 were shades of pink. Again subtle reminders I thought. Another note on this counter reminded me to wear my labia jewelry and nipple clamps today.

I dressed in the bra that had a cutout for my nipples. So did the uniform and the bodice of the uniform was cinched so my waist was much smaller. The skirt of the uniform was a bit flared and had some lacy petticoat that held it out. Now I noticed the other outfits were not exactly alike. They were only similar. Some were made with more satiny and slinky material. Also there were a couple of dresses on the end that I hadn't noticed yesterday. A red shoestring dress and a summer flowered dress caught my eye.

But the outfit I was putting on had a tag on it that said, "Wear this, Bob."

I flashed back and remembered how his cum had been shot in me just two days ago. Wondering if it had dried there? What had happened to it? Was it absorbed into me? Yes, I thought it must have been absorbed into me. At that moment the pee moved around. And I had an urge to relieve myself. But, I knew I had to wait till later. After breakfast and the kitchen had been cleaned up. Then I could, I would clean myself. The words "feminine hygiene" flashed in my eyes.

Putting on my garter and stockings, I looked at the book again. It was open to the page on curtsying. I hadn't noticed before. It said, "curtsy frequently. Curtsy when a man says hello or thank you. Curtsy when you say thank you. Curtsy frequently and your ass will not be sore." There was the picture of the curtsy. I realized my p-clit would be naked every time I curtsied.

I filled my purse up. Put my perfume on and then I heard a knock at my door. 

"Hey Lauren, hurry up I'm getting hungry."

Looking in the mirror before I walked out, I realized I did look like a girl. I looked very feminine. I smelled feminine. My nipples and breasts were girlish. The only thing missing was a pussy. But I did have my a-pussy and it was full. Full of male piss.

I walked to the door and turned the knob.

Chapter 6

"Good morning Lauren, come over here," Bob said as I walked into the living room. I walked over and then curtsied in front of him. Holding my skirt up. My p-clit sticking out. "Thank you Sir," I said in a sweet girlish voice. His big burly hand patted my small p-clit and then he gave me a love pat on my ass. The pee moved in me as he said, "looks like the toilet has been used but not full. Isn't it nice to be a good girl?"

I smiled and said "yes Sir." He slapped me hard with the paddle and admonished, "don't forget to always look at the cock."

I looked down. My right cheek hot with the heat from the paddle. I could see his cock was sticking out of his underwear. He wasn't wearing any pants.

"Ok cunt, now you can put down your skirt and make breakfast," he said quietly.

As I walked to the kitchen I noticed several of the other men had their cocks out also. One wasn't wearing any bottoms. It was Bill. As we neared each other he walked right up close to me. His cock was touching my tummy as he leaned to my ear and whispered. "Later I going to fill your mouth with my spunk. Make sure you don't swallow till I say so." I was about to walk on when he held me and spanked me three times hard with his paddle. It reminded me. I said, almost crying, "Yes Bill Sir, that will make me so happy."

I managed to make breakfast without another incident. And served it. But now when I served I had to stand until I was given approval to go to the next man. Usually while serving, one would rub my p-clit or play with my ass. John touched the plug in my a-cunt and said, "do you enjoy having my piss in you?"

Then he rubbed my p-clit as I answered "Yes Sir, I do." And he said, " I think your clit is getting hard. Am I exciting you?" Blushing I found myself answering "Yes John Sir." 

"Just remember he advised, "you can only cum when a man is rubbing your clit or cumming in your cunt. Now get back in the kitchen and wiggle that ass as you walk."

I did as I was told and knew he was looking. Knew he could see through my skirt, my panties, my skin and look at his piss in me jiggle.

Andrew came in just as I finished making my eggs. He was playing with his cock and took my plate of scrambled eggs and shot a load of cum all over them. The cum was thick and sat on the eggs as the precum ran down the valleys in the eggs. "A girl needs her protein in the morning, right?" he smiled. I looked at the eggs. I wanted to vomit. He spanked my ass twice with a paddle and said, "RIGHT?"

I curtsied and said "Yes Andrew Sir a girl does need her protein. Thank you it will make me even prettier."

"Good girl, now eat up while I watch." And he handed me my fork.

I ate the eggs. Eating around the big glob of cum sitting in the center. He asked, "saving the best for last?"

I nodded yes, even though that hadn't been my intention. And looked and saw my fork was now full of the glob of cum on the eggs. I put the fork into my mouth. Over my red lips. Onto my tongue. And slowly began to chew. The taste was strong. Pungent like a salty ammonia. I found myself chewing but not swallowing when he said, "yes chewing your food properly and savouring the best. What a good girl." Then he patted my ass. I swallowed.

He turned and rubbed my tummy as he kissed me on the lips and then stood back and said, "there'll be plenty more of that later."

When I didn't answer he spanked me again and I immediately answered, "Thank you Andrew Sir. I look forward to all your cum."

"Good girl, you're learning," he said as he left.

The men finished their breakfast. They thanked me and I curtsied. And they told me what a good cunt I was becoming. As they left I saw all their cocks moving through the door.

I cleaned up the house and was about to do my feminine hygiene down in the sea when I heard Bob call out from the living room.

"Hey cunt, you still here?" 

"Yes Sir (he was the only one who I was to call Sir without his name. It was a more deferential statement)," I called back.

"Good, come in here and suck my cock."

I walked in the room looking at his cock. It was sticking straight up. THICK and HARD. I thought back to how much cum it had shot in my p-cunt.

"Get your mouth on her cunt. I think the largest amount of jizz is stuck in my balls and needs to be in you. Kneel down cunt"

I knelt in front of him and he just said, "start sucking the Popsicle girl." When I started to suck him, he held my head a bit with one hand, but began looking at a magazine he held in the other.




The Island Ch. 01



Then he said as I sucked him, "what great pictures are in this magazine. Here's one of a girl sucking a dog off. I guess you girls will do anything for cum. When I cum make sure you don't swallow it. I may even be able to fill your mouth. Sometimes I jizz that much."

His precum shot against my larynx as he said, "Wow, look at this. Whew, yes." Moving my head with his hands as if I was something in the picture he began to rock and say "yes girl, yes girl. AHHHHHHHHH!" and then he load started to fill my mouth. The back of my mouth a salty splash of thick cum. Gobs and gobs.

"Oh yeah. Yeah!" he groaned as he finally finished cumming. Just like the other day as soon as he was through he pulled my head up. My mouth full of white cum and told me to sit down on the sofa and keep my mouth open.

"While you sit there, lift your skirt up so I can see you clit."

I did as he said. Actually I felt even more submissive with him. He seemed to exude manliness. I was sitting there with his load of goo in my mouth and my p-clit showing when he continued, "now think happy thoughts of a girl who has lots of jizz in her mouth. Think of how hard it makes your clit. How wet your pussy is. How you need to cum. Now I want you to rub your clit until your cum. You are to swallow while you are cumming. And keep you eyes on my cock that gave you that cum while I read."

Nothing was further from my mind. To rub my p-clit till I came. To rub it like a clit. Not like a cock. To swallow the largest load of cum in my mouth as I came. My ass, a-cunt whatever, filled with urine. I was mortified.

"You'll be there all day till you cum. After you can go down to the sea and do your feminine hygienic stuff. So the sooner you start, cunt, the happier you'll be."

As I start rubbing my p-clit he reminds me to palm it or use just my thumb and forefinger like a girl. It starts to get hard. But it doesn't get big like it used to. "That's right girl rub your little clit. The sooner you cum, the sooner you can swallow mine. Keep your legs spread, cunt."

Rubbing my slowly hardening p-clit. Watching just his cock and balls. My mouth a sea of white cum, I hear Tom say "Bob, can I talk with you?"

"Sure Tom, come in. I think the cunt is going to have her first girly orgasm. Go on lauren you can do it."

Tom comes in and says "yes the cunt seems to be really into your cum." 

Just as he finishes his sentence I moan softly and squirt the top of my panties, staining them. Bob reminds me to swallow and I do, as I continue to cum. Swallowing his copious load into my tummy Bob says, "now you've had a proper girly orgasm. Now you can go wash your pussy. As I get up to leave Bob calls me over again and spanks me hard 3 times with the paddle. "Don't forget your manners cunt."

I remember and curtsy saying "Thank you Sir for you cum." He adds, "and thank you for my girly orgasm." I then say that as he looks at my stained panties and finally he excuses me. As I walk away he says, "Shake the toilet cunt." My ass wiggles and sloshes as I walk down to in inlet with my bag and purse. As I pass Bill, he calls me over. "Girl are you going down to the inlet to do your toilet?"

I curtsy, holding my skirt up and say "Yes Bill Sir"

"And I see some of your pussy cum has gotten on your panties," he says looking at the stain. He starts to pull down his shorts as he continues, "well, I need to take a shit and would like you to carry it down for me. Kneel down and cup your hands under my ass. Ok?" 

I let my skirt down but then I hesitate. Bill grabs my hair and holding it spanks me with his hand four good slaps. "OK?"

My ass getting sorer I wonder if I will be able to sit later, I kneel down with my hands out. My eyes welling up.

He sits back over my hands as Tom walks by and says, "Gosh I love my morning dumps." A large soft turd falls down into my hands filling them with a hot pile. The smell almost gags me as he continues to pile his poop in my hands. He grabs my hair and wipes his ass clean and turns to me, spits on my nose and then turns around again holding my head and wipes his crack with my wet nose till it's clean.

"That'll do darling," he says with a satisfied air.

Crying I ran with his poop in my hands. His smell in my nose. Down to the inlet. I could hear him call out, "Don't forget your manners next time. Always say thank you."

Chapter 7

I had to be very delicate about getting his poop out of my hands. My pocketbook was over one shoulder. Shuddering, I slowly let his poop wash off my hands from the seawater. Then I turned, walked back up the beach and let my pocketbook fall from my shoulder to the sand.

With that done, I ran into the water. Fully dressed, madly washing my hair and face in the warm water, I cried. Washing the excrement, taking off my uniform, I cried. Removing my bra and pulling my panties down, I cried. My a-pussy exploded in the water letting everything out of me. My clothes tossed back on the beach. Finally after almost an hour I came out of the water. As I walked to my pocketbook, the labia clamps seemed heavier. It was then that I realized they must have some sort of sponge that soaked up the water and made them pull down without my panties on. It made me want to have panties on to release the pressure. But first I had to do my feminine hygiene. I even wanted to. I took the plunger from my bag and filled it with seawater. Then I pushed the seawater up in my a-pussy. Filling it. Washing inside me. I did it twice more and then I was clean. The tube of soap lathered well and I washed my hair. The sun felt good.

I never wanted to go back. But, there was no where to go. I could see the cabin up above. The path back. I had put the a two piece bathing suit in my pocketbook and the ribbon for my hair as the book said. My necklace lay across my neck just above my little breasts. Even though I had washed my mouth clean, I could still feel Bob's cum and Andrew's cummy eggs swirl in my tummy. I had peed and pooped but I couldn't get out what was inside.

The bathing suit was a little like my panties. A hole was cut out for my p-clit to dangle out of; but there was no plug. Nipple holes were cut out in the bra part. I fit the two piece suit very well. It hugged my hips, which were rounder now, and it supported my little breasts. A little perfume where the book "Perfect Woman" had said. A new coat of lipstick made my lips glossy red again. And the bow tied my hair in a ponytail.

Here I was ready again. Thinking how much had happened already. How much would happen. I touched my p-clit and thought how I had made myself cum. A girly orgasm. It didn't feel like a cock. It felt like a p-clit. Only here would I be free. At the inlet I could relax. I remembered that back up there I was to pee like a girl. Squat and then wipe front to back.

It was time to go back. Dressed in my yellow and red flowered bikini with a matching bow.

Chapter 8

Walking back up the hill carrying my wet clothes and pocketbook I wondered what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long. I passed Tom and Bill on my way to the house. They were working at making something. They were using stones. But, I didn't know what they were building. They were topless. Their chests large and Bill's hairy. Sweat pouring off them from their task.

"Hey CUNT," Tom said. I turned quickly, my still sore ass reminding me and said, "yes Tom Sir." 

"Get me and Bill a beer. And get some lunch ready. We're starving." Bill grunted approval. As I looked at them I could see the crotch of their pants were also filled with sweat. Their balls were sweating.

"Yes Tom Sir, I'll bring it right away," my voice sweet and submissive. 

I turned and went into the cabin. I was happy that I only had to curtsy when I was wearing my uniform. I got their beers happy that no one else was around. I fixed some lunch. I noticed a cookbook was on the counter opened to a page on making bread. A note from Bob was next to it. "Learn to bake, sew and suck cock. The flour is in the cupboard."

While making a sauce I spilled some on my bikini bra and I went and changed the top for a blouse I tied around like the book had said to do.

So now I had to bake also. Tom called from outside "Bitch, where are those beers?" I scurried out with them. They were sitting down. Still very sweaty

"Girl, let me see that clit," Tom said as he took the beer. He rubbed it as he drank his beer. I stood there looking at his sweaty crotch. He finished his beer quickly and said, "I see you're looking at my sweaty balls. Bet you can't wait to put your face down there and smell them. Lick them and suck my dick. Right?" He took his other hand and slid it under my bikini rubbing my ass cheek. Squeezing he said, "Right?"

"Yes you're right Tom Sir. That is what I want."

As he rubbed my p-clit and fondled my ass he continued, "I hear Bob fucked your pussy real good. Popped your cherry and filled it your pussy with his cum. Right?"

"Yes Tom Sir." I squirmed as his hands felt me up. It was the first time I felt like being felt up like a girl. Bob has been different. Each of them seemed to be different. Bill got up and said he was getting another beer. 

"Well, it is virgin isn't it?" he asked. I was about to answer no when he said, "when you are fucked from the front it's your pussy and from the back your ass. You know that. Right?"

I thought how I was facing Bob when he fucked me. Sitting on him face to face. "Yes you are right Tom Sir. I haven't been fucked in my ass."

He took my hand and said let's go to the living room and I followed him and he sat down. Then he looked at me holding my hand.

"Good, now get down there and smell my sweaty balls. Stick your nose in my crotch and rub my sweat on your face. It'll make the pussy in you ache to be fucked." He reached up and put his hand on my shoulder guiding me down to the ground. Down to his sweat stained crotch. Just as I was there, Bill said "here" and handed Tom a beer.

He held the beer and pushed my head deep into his strong sweaty crotch. His cock felt fat and it thickened as I heard him guzzling his beer.

After his cock hardened a bit, he pulled me up saying, "do a little slutty dance for me as you take your bikini off. Make me want to fuck your ass." Then he belched as I stood there.

"Go on DANCE and STRIP"

I started to turn. He touched me as a turned. I stopped. His finger played under the elastic around my thighs touching me provocatively. "Hmmm, I think this little ass could learn to like cock. Now dance."

I started to dance more. He demanded I be more feminine. To be more seductive and try to make him want to fuck me. Use my body as a way to communicate my need for his cum. I tried to dance like the girls I had seen in movies or in shows. He nodded approvingly. Then he said, "Bill how about another beer?" 

"Sure Tom." Bill went back to get another. They're third.

"That's right, pull your bikini down a little and then up. Make my cock jump for your ass girl." He slapped me and I danced more. Looking at his cock when I turned toward him as I was suppose and then wondering what he was going to do to me, my ass, as I turned away from him.

Bill returned with another beer and Tom held it in one hand as he touched me with the other. My bikini slowly started to come down. He said my ass was so white and creamy. "A sexy fucking hole."

When I turned facing him with my bikini now on the ground, I could see his pants were down and his cock was sticking up. He motioned me to stop, face him and pose like I was on camera.

"Hold your clit with one hand and put your other hand behind your head. Pout your lips. Be the slut you are and I will fill your virgin ass with my cum."

I did what he said for me to do. "Fuck this empty beer bottle slut," he said as he handed me an empty longneck beer bottle. Bill asked me if I was thirsty. Hoping it might delay Tom I answered "yes Bill Sir."

"Stick that bottle up your ass I said or I'll shove the whole dam thing inside you," Tom shouted.

As I started to sit on the bottle I saw Bill pee into another empty bottle filling it up. He let out a sigh of "ah" and then filled a second bottle and part of a third. "Here baby, a bottle to sit on and a bottle to drink," he said handing me a full bottle of pee. "Now you can join us, sitting on the bottle and drinking with us telling us all about how you like cock and cum. Come on lauren squat down on the bottle and drink up. Talk to us as you squat there," Bill urged.

The neck of the bottle started sliding up my ass as I filled my mouth from the warm bottle of piss. "Swallow cunt," Bill said. I felt myself gulp his pee into my tummy. Then Tom asked Bill to hold my head while he "filled the cunt's mouth with piss from the faucet." Bill held my head while I sat on the bottle and Tom aimed his cock and peed into my mouth.

"Yes, the yellow of my piss and the red of your lips are a match. Aren't they Lauren. Now don't swallow till I tell you to," Tom said holding his peeing cock.

There I was sitting with a beer bottle up my ass and my mouth open the strong taste of urine coating all my taste buds. I hadn't thought it would be like this when I was reading the other night. I didn't know they would be so nasty and kinky.

I had to look up at Tom in order to hold the pee in my mouth. He drank his beer enjoying my misery. I didn't know what Bill was doing until Tom moved a bit and Bill came around with his hard cock and suddenly started pumping cum into my filled mouth and over my face and hair

He was screaming, "Ah, yesÉ.yesÉÉahhhhhhhhhhh," as the creamy load fell over my face and some down on my chest. Kneeling there with Tom's pee and Bill's cum waiting for permission, Bill said, "you are one great cunt. I can see by your face how much you like to please a man. I'll bet you'll think of this load of piss and spunk in your tummy tonight and probably have an orgasm."

Then they both looked at each other and turned to me and said, "Savor it and swallow it slowly showing us how much you like it and after don't forget your manners. Oh have a poke on your beer to wash it down."

I swallowed the load, bit by bit until it was all inside me. The bottle must have worked its way well into my ass during this. It was past the neck and about three inches of the bottle had stretched my ass wide.

My voice is a subservient hum said "oh, men thank you for filling my (and I hear myself say) girly tummy full."

"Well you're welcome," Tom said. "It's so nice to know how much we are pleasing you. Now, I think your ass must be stretched wide enough for my cock. Don't you think sweetie?"

I nodded a shameful yes and he motioned me to stand and turn. Putting a hand on my back so that I bent over he grasped the bottle with his other hand. Turning it around and around he suddenly pulled it out and pushed me down. Bill came around toward my face with a bowl and put it in front of me as Tom's cock suddenly pushed inside me.

"So that you don't forget about me," Bill said. And then he poured a lot of his piss from the third bottle into the bowl. "Now doggie stick your face in here." He pulled my head up by my hair and then moved the bowel and let my head down into the bowl. 

As Tom pumped my ass with his cock he slapped me over and over. Bill held my head in the bowl and from time to time would pull my hair so my head would come up and he would look at me approvingly.

Finally I heard Tom grunt and his spunk shot into me. It was copious like the others. These men shot much more cum then I ever did. I could feel it slick in me as Tom pulled out. Bill said for me to kneel since he wanted to shoot his cum right on my "pretty little nipples." I didn't respond fast enough so he pulled me by my urine soaked hair and with his other hand jerked his cock till it spit cum on my face.

As soon as he was done he let go of me. Then both of them left me there to clean it up. When it was all cleaned up I carried the bowl of urine and everything outside. I was going to go down to the inlet again but Tom was there and said to empty it in the area he had made with stones. It was a pit about six feet long and three feet wide. I poured it in and noticed that it didn't seep into the ground but just sat in a puddle.

"Perfect," he said. 

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The Island Ch. 01



A Cessna Citation CJ4 travels over the open water with twelve passengers, a pilot, co-pilot and stewardess. Kate, the twenty-five year old stewardess, has cream colored, smooth skin like a goddess with a busty hourglass figure. She has been working for the private airline for six years after finishing flight school because she couldn't get anyone to take her seriously due to her physical attributes. In the first row are Jeff, Susan and Katrina. The next row has Mandy and Dana, then Taylor and Darren and then Patricia and Debra and finally, Jonathan, Monica and Jennifer.

Jeff is the heir to a fortune as his father owns a conglomerate of businesses all ran under a single company brand. Jeff is tall and well muscled, wearing only the best fashionable and name brand clothing. He was star quarter back with a degree in business from Harvard. He graduated the top of his class and always makes sure that everyone knows it. He, at his father's prodding, had hired Susan as his secretary for his father's company and he has been dating Katrina for about six months. In this time has cheated on her at every opportunity and loves nothing more than humiliating women and does so whenever he can. The only reason he hasn't with Katrina is because it was much better to use her than dump her. Susan is his personal assistant stepping and fetching for him whatever he likes or wants. Susan is a twenty-three year old, lightly tanned with brown eyes and auburn hair. She is slim and busty with a very nice ass. She is attractive and Jeff doesn't hesitate to ponder and lets it be known he is looking. Her boyfriend had left her with a huge pile of debt and she was jobless with no real skills. She had answered Jeff's ad in the paper for twenty thousand dollar a year plus room and board job and it had sounded too good to be true. It was then she discovered Jeff's dark side, but by then it was too late and she had signed a five year contract and non-disclosure agreement.

Katrina is his girlfriend and the daughter of a wealthy diamond trader. Katrina is for the most part not street smart, but she is sweet and tends to be a bit of an exhibitionist because she likes the attention. She has blonde hair and green eyes, is busty with a tight body and really rather pretty with golden skin.

Mandy and Dana are twins. Their father owns a major chain of hotels. Mandy is the charismatic of the two twins. She is short with athletic legs that go all the way up. She tends to dress in tight clothes and designer jeans, but also has affections for tube tops and skirts. Like Katrina, she has blonde hair and green eyes, but is a little more imaginative though she tends to obsess on things, especially animals. She gets her copper complexion probably from Indian heritage. Dana the mirror image of her sister tends to be the risk taker in flaunting the rules. She usually drapes herself in designer clothes, but is better grounded than her sister. The two are very close.

Taylor and Darren both come from old money. Brother and sister, Taylor is thick and busty. Her hair is blonde with brown eyes and porcelain skin. She enjoys nothing more than manipulating people. She dresses nicely but not too fashionable, but middle of the line quality. She tends to dress in provocatively short skirts and belly shirts, plunging necklines and half-cup bras and thong underwear. Darren is about average build like an offensive lineman with brown hair, but just as pale as his sister. His favorite things to do are terrorizing the neighborhood kids, playing video games and eating. He whines when he is at a disadvantage, but typically takes whatever advantages he can get from anyone else. Taylor and Darren have the same father but different mothers. Their father had apparently impregnated two sisters a few days apart.

Patricia is Katrina's best friend and has been since they started school together way back in kindergarten. Patricia plays down her intelligence to match her friend's. She is great to look at with a body very closely comparable to Katrina's and has often been a body double for Katrina when her friend has gotten into compromising situations much to her own delight. Her skin is a nice shade of tanned, golden brown.

Debra, Monica and Jennifer are best friends and Jonathan is a friend of Jennifer's family. Jennifer's father has mentored Jonathan for many years and Jennifer's family has paid his way for this end of school vacation. Jonathan's father and uncle have raised him. Jennifer's father is a tenured professor and Monica is the daughter of an advertising executive. Jennifer is pale skinned with a farmers tan. She is tall and generously busty, spoiled and overall not the nicest person in the world. She always wears the nicest and latest fashions, sometimes working on new looks. She is cordial at least to Jonathan and that is only because Jonathan acknowledges her, but ignores her for the most part. She finds him quite infuriating. Jennifer also thinks that Jonathan is very cute, though she will never admit it. Her fashion sense tends toward the conservative highlighting, but never revealing much of her bountiful figure. She has fiery red hair and cool green eyes. Debra is Jennifer's best friend she has a lithe athletic body. She is short with a generously curvy body and she tends to be over protective of her friend whom she secretly lusts after. She usually follows Jennifer's sense of style albeit a little less expensively. She has medium length brown hair and an olive complexion with blue eyes. Monica is Debra's other good friend and is completely uninhibited when it comes to sex and has relieved Debra's desires on more than one occasion. She is outrageously flirtatious, but very self-conscious about her body or lack thereof. She is very close to Jennifer who looks at her as comic relief. She has alabaster skin and reddish, brown hair.

Now ten of these eleven passengers are spoiled brats, always insisting they get what they want, which is why they are on a special graduation trip into the South Pacific. The only reason Jonathan is here is that Jennifer's father, Malcolm, has insisted and paid for him to go. Jonathan's family certainly can't afford it. Jonathan is only going to the exclusive private school because he got a scholarship and he had actually graduated third in his class. Jonathan is also tall with brown hair with gray, green eyes. He is well toned and built, dresses very practically and is very quiet about himself. He has a special relationship with both of Jennifer's parents and has golden, brown skin from being outside a lot.

The Cessna Citation CJ4 reaches a cruising altitude as it travels west toward a stormy horizon. Soon, the plane is buffeted by strong winds. The captain announces that every one buckle up because it is going to get rough. The craft is rocked by a downdraft as hail hammers the fuselage. Lighting lights the sky as another microburst drops the plane few thousand feet. The crew fights at the controls, but a bolt of lightning explodes through the craft and is quickly followed by a second and a third. The light blinds the crew and the plane lurches another several thousand feet again. Winds whip at the craft sending it further and further off course. The captain fighting the wind tries to bring the nose up. The master alarm wails as the plane stalls. He gives it more power but the plane plummets out of the sky. The engines scream against the wind as the nose dips below the horizon. Three thousand feet, two thousand feet, one thousand feet, the plane reads. The co-pilot calls out a distress on the radio, "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday."

Then the world explodes as the port wing shears off as the plane and tumbles. The pilot does his best to right the plane with the remaining control surfaces. The plane twists against him eighty feet above the ground and he brings the nose up and it falls again to fifty feet. He struggles but the nose hits the water, breaking the cockpit off from the passenger compartment. The remainder of the plane skips across the surface of the water at two hundred miles per hour, jolting against the water once, twice, three times and then slowly glides to a stop with a sucking noise. The lights are out inside the passenger cabin and the craft rolls on its axis. Jonathan shakes himself he moves as quickly as he can to the emergency locker.

He picks up two inflatable rafts and some rope and runs to the front of the plane as it sinks quickly. He inflated the first raft and after tying it off to his waist he scans the plane. Everyone is unconscious, so he loads Jeff, Susan, the stewardess Kate, Katrina, Mandy and Dana. He then loads the rest into the second raft and paddles away from the doomed aircraft.

The morning dawn comes in clear and only a few miles away is an island. Jonathan paddles toward it and it does not take long for the current to pull the two rafts onto the reef. The reef capsizes both rafts with the beach only forty feet away. Many of the survivors are deposited by the tide on the beach while Jonathan rushes to pull the rest of them up on shore. He pulls them up on dry sand and checks them to find that everyone is still breathing. The stewardess, who's nametag reads Kate, has a bump on her head.

Katrina had been happy the day before Jeff had fucked Patricia to his heart's content and hadn't said anything nasty to her afterwards about anything. Of course, Patricia and she did have a nice little sixty-nine later after Jeff had fallen asleep to celebrate. There had been occasions when she did have to put out and Jeff had bitched about why she couldn't always get it right. That was of course because Patricia had been doing the putting out, but she had always said that it was because she wasn't comfortable. 

Later that day, the two of them had gone to the mall and she bought Patricia some new clothes as a thank you. The sales girl, whose name she couldn't remember, had been very nice and had spent a lot of extra time in the dressing room with Patricia. The girl even offered to use her discount on the clothes. But strange things happened when she was with her best friend. Later, some boys were harassing her at the park, and Patricia went and talked to them. There were four of them and Patricia walked away with them and then disappeared. She came back with a big smile on her face. It was funny how Patricia was always happy when she was around her, but who knew.

The night before the flight they had spent the night together. Katrina had put some special clothes in Patricia's bag so that she would look extra nice on their vacation. A few thongs and some bikini tops that would make the boys drool. Katrina loved to make boys drool. It worked on everyone except Jonathan. Darren had almost pushed her in a corner once at a house party, but again Patricia had saved her. Darren ended up going into a dark bedroom later with someone who she didn't know but she did have the hardest time finding Patricia.

She often wondered why Jonathan didn't drool for her. He was always busy with schoolwork. He even tutored her the last few years and she always wore her most revealing outfits for him; too short skirts and tank tops with no bra, but he never gave her a second look even when she tried to give him a look. It wasn't like she was cheating, she just wanted to know that she was desirable and well, Jonathan apparently didn't desire her. Maybe he liked boys, she decided or at least that is what she hoped because she couldn't bear to think that she wasn't the hottest thing in school. Oh sure, there were other hot girls, Jennifer for one, but she never said a word to any boy, ever. Dana and Mandy are hot too, but one of them, she could never tell which, would always flirt but they never had a real boyfriend, at least not that she noticed. Debra is cute too, not super hot or anything, but she is always with Jennifer. And Monica on the other hand would date boys, not a lot, but sometime she would go out. Katrina didn't understand. Wasn't it supposed to be a girl's job to drive boys crazy? But then, not everyone has a friend like Patricia, she guesses. Maybe that is the problem.

Katrina had only given Jeff a blowjob or two in her time with him. Having never had sex, she was a little afraid of what a big cock like Jeff's would do to her. At least it looked big to her though Patricia said it is barely sufficient. 

——

Katrina opens her eyes and coughs "Where are we?" she asks, looking at Jonathan. 

"Not sure," Jonathan says, "but I don't think its Australia or even Borneo."

"Why? Australia is an island right with a beach and hotels and everything."

"Yes it is," Jonathan says patiently. "We can talk about where we are later. Right now let's move everyone to those trees over there."

"Uh no poor boy, you move them. I have to go to the bathroom. Do you know where it is?"

"I haven't found them yet," Jonathan says shaking his head and trying not to laugh. "Wait here. I'll go look after I'm done with moving everyone to the shade."

It takes a good half hour to finish and Katrina by this time is doing what can only be described as the pee pee dance. Jonathan looks around and there is a mangrove swamp in the middle of the island and a cliff on the west side and only a few trees to the east. "Katrina, over there in those trees is as good a place as I can think of."

"There is no toilet over there!" she screams. "How am I supposed to pee with no toilet?"

"Katrina," Jonathan says patiently. "There are probably no toilets for one thousand miles. Just go over to those trees, squat down and pee."

"I can't," she cries

"Why not?"

"Not in these shoes." Jonathan sees her point. She can barely stand in the loose sand in five inch stilettos. He shakes his head. "Could you help me take them off? I think if I bend down you know...please?" Jonathan looks at Katrina. She is wearing a simple cotton blouse and a micro mini skirt. He kneels down at her feet "Just please don't look up." He unfastens the first shoe and as quickly as she can, she kicks it off as he starts on the second. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Katrina cries as a stream of yellow liquid starts down one leg and then the other.

He finishes with the second shoe and she kicks it off and runs down the beach to the trees. Jonathan decides that most of the women can probably do without their impractical shoes. He takes them all and puts them in a pile. Katrina returns a few minutes after he finishes. "Um, Jonathan, what should I do? My clothes smell like piss and no one is here to wash them for me?"

"Uh, why don't you go and rinse them off in the ocean?" Katrina heads down toward the water. "Katrina, don't go in too deep there might be urchins or stone fish out there."

"What?"

"Sharks, there might be sharks out there."

"Oh, um, I should probably take this off. Promise you won't be naughty and look?"

"Sure, I promise." Jonathan doesn't really care. Right now he is exhausted, but he still has things to take care off. 

He checks everyone. It appears that Darren has a broken arm. He will deal with that later. What concerns him is the goose egg on the head of the flight attendant.

"You didn't peek did you?" Katrina asks as she returns.

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"No, I was busy."

Katrina pouts a little. She seems disappointed, but Jonathan just shrugs and looks at Katrina. "Wait here. I'll be back in a little bit." 

He walks over to the mangrove and finds a few limbs that he can break off and heads back to Darren. He peels off his shirt and looks at Katrina and shakes his head.

Someone moans. "Oh, I think Taylor is waking up. That's good right?" Katrina asks.

"Yes," Jonathan says tying the four green braches to Darren's elbow. He rips two more strips from the bottom of his shirt. "Katrina can you tie these to Darren's arm right here at the wrist."

"Uh, yeah, I'm not stupid you know."

Rather than arguing, Jonathan says, "Good. Real tight when I tell you okay?" Katrina nods. "Okay!" Jonathan puts his foot against Darren's upper arm and grabs his wrist and pulls. Darren screams and there is a pop as the bone slips into place. "Tie now Katrina," he says looking at the girl who looks like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. "Katrina now!" he yells and it breaks her out enough of her state that she ties the two strips of cotton onto the splint.

"You didn't just kill him did you?" Katrina asks alarmed. 

"No, he had a broken arm. I set it. Trust me, it is better this way." 

He puts his shirt back on as Taylor hurries over and asks, "Is everything okay? I heard a scream."

"So did I," says Jennifer, who sits up a few yards away. "Where are we?"

"It's an island, but it's not Australia. Though at least that's what Jonathan says," Katrina supplies.

"What island it is, I have no idea," Jonathan says. "Look, you girls stay here. It looks like everyone is waking up and I need to look around some more."

——

Jennifer had come home early one day and heard voices in her parent's bedroom. It was too early for her dad to get home, so when she called out her mother answered and quickly exited her room. Jennifer asked who was there with her and her mother said that Jonathan was fixing a leaking pipe in their bathroom. Jonathan came out a few minutes later, but something was odd and she just couldn't put her finger on it. Jonathan of course went home shortly after that with her mother handing him some money for the work that he did. Jennifer was a little worried about her mom. She had been sick a lot lately in the morning, but she usually got better by the evening. She called Debra to talk and it was a pretty good conversation even if not much was said. Debra kept on about how good she had looked that day in volleyball practice and wanted to know if they were going to go to the mall or the movies or something that night. It was decided that the movies would be best and she picked up Debra and Monica at Debra's house.

After the movie they went and ate burgers and continued back to Debra's house. Jennifer called her mom and told her that the three of them would be staying there that night. Debra's parents were hardly ever around and it wasn't unusual for her to sneak some of the box wine from the fridge. This night was no exception. She had a small refrigerator in her bedroom that she had stocked with a box before she left and the girls drank wine and talked until Monica suggest that they play a game.

Jennifer asked what game they should play and Monica suggested truth or dare? Jennifer remembered asking if they were twelve again and in middle school. Monica then said, "Okay, how about this then, we play truth or dare but we can't leave the room."

Again Jennifer admonished her friend. "We could always take pics of our dares for posterity," Debra suggested holding up a camera. 

"Oh hell no." Jennifer remembered saying, but somehow they talked her into it. She had started with truths, mostly with things like 'Was there anyone she liked?'

'Yes.'

'Had she ever thought of doing it with a girl?'

'No.'

Then the dare's came. Pictures of her and Monica half clothed, her and Debra half clothed. She must have blacked out at some point. It was pretty fun. In the morning while they were nursing their mutual hangovers, she asked Debra about the pictures. Debra had replied that the camera hadn't worked for some time. The flash worked, so it looked like it, but it was all for show, for Monica really and to add some risky excitement to the game.

She arrived home that after noon to find Jonathan working in the yard and her mother in bed under the covers. She inquired if she was all right and her mother said that she was fine and that it was just a bit of something and it would soon pass. Jennifer watched Jonathan working in the yard through her window for a while. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his tight shorts made him look 'Oh so good,' she thought. She sat down in a chair away from the window and watched him through the blinds, her hands lightly touching herself where she wanted him to touch her. She didn't know why. There really isn't anything special about Jonathan. His dad is weird and his uncle is even weirder with his all night parties some nights and it is those nights that she didn't see Jonathan. She slipped her hand inside her shirt and caressed her breast as she watched his strong muscled back work in the sun, the sweat beading on his skin. 




The Island Ch. 01



She gasped and stopped herself. It wasn't the first time that she had fantasized about him, but it was just too much. He never really said much more than was cordial. Why wouldn't he talk to her tell her how he felt? Something so there could be a connection, so he could touch her, kiss her. She turned and lay on her bed to call Debra. She didn't answer and so she shrugged and wrote a bit in her diary then went through her clothes. Finally, her eyes fell on a dog eared magazine at the back of her closet. She has had that for years. It is a Penthouse magazine and it showed everything she liked. That of course was when she was younger and sillier. She would fantasize about herself and various boys and then it was just she and Jonathan. It was maddening. She finally got up and went to the kitchen where her mother was cooking dinner. She got herself a glass of milk and after some chatting with her mom she returned to her room. 

Her dad came home a few hours later. He was late and he explained that he went by Jonathan's house to ask his father if it was okay if he goes on the trip with all the other rich kids from school. He said that Jonathan's father had agreed and that Jonathan would be coming. Jennifer was both delighted and horrified and she ate her dinner diligently trying to make it sound that she was very happy about it. Did Jonathan like her? The thought that he might not tortured her. That he would never touch her in a special way. 

The next day she had asked Jonathan about it. He seemed fairly unenthused about the whole deal. It seemed like he was annoyed to go and she wondered if it was because of something she did or because of her, but he seemed to be annoyed at the other people who were going, which cheered her up a bit. 

She packed her clothes and repacked and thought of things that Jonathan might like and tossed out what he might not like. She wondered if some Aussie girl would steal his heart. At this thought she said, "I'll tear her eyes out if she does damn it!" She was angry there for a while, but then she went back to packing and planning the time that she would spend with Jonathan.

She wondered what Debra and Monica would do while she was spending time with Jonathan, hopefully not tagging along. She hated that Monica was so flirty and flamboyant and that Jonathan might prefer her instead. Debra didn't seem all that interested in boys, but there was a possibility that she too would steal him away from her. If only she wasn't so damn awkward and inexperienced, she thought. "No, Jonathan is all the experience I need." She smiled at herself. "I'll get him and he will be mine, all mine."

She kept saying that to herself and smiling even as she boarded the plane that fateful day

——

Jonathan explores the island first, following the beach then up to the top of a volcanic pillar. Once on top, he can see the whole island. It is maybe a mile long he figures and about half of that wide. Near the basalt pillars is a stand of cane and there looks to be six or seven mangroves and some bread fruit trees as well. Palm trees dot the island everywhere with most likely coconuts, which is good. At the base of the rocks is what looks like a cave or maybe a lava tube. He fishes around in his belt pouch, his uncle believes in being prepared, and inside the pouch is a flashlight, a few yards of nylon string, a small ceramic folding knife and a hat paramilitary style with a soft wide brim.

Jonathan crawls into the hole and turns on the light. There are several pools of water as well as what appears to be a spring. Near the upper end of the tunnel is an outcrop of very shiny black rock that he recognizes as obsidian. He climbs back out of the hole and follows the beach around the island. It is only a few minutes later when he turns a corner and sees a large black shape on the beach. It is moving, if only slightly and Jonathan cautiously approaches. He sees that it is a large black dog, a Labrador. Upon examining the dog briefly and giving it a few rescue breaths, it soon recovers. It stands and walks with him along to beach where he eventually returns to the survivors, all of who are now conscious except for Kate, the stewardess.

——

A few days before Jeff had made Katrina give him a blow job in the movie theater. That was so much fun, he had thought. And then when he had flashed her breasts at the guy behind them, the look on the guy's face face was priceless, never mind the blush that it had caused Katrina. He had taken her home after that and had gone home himself. He went out to practice some basketball, which is his norm since his parents are never home. He had Susan out watching him and she had commented that he hadn't done too badly. 

"Not bad? That was great," he had said.

"Of course," she had responded.

"Then you play a match with me and every time you score I'll take a year off your contract. However, every time I score, you have to take off a piece of clothing and keep it off for the rest of the day."

She of course didn't score a point and had to spend the rest of the day naked. He invited a few of his college friends over and made her serve drinks and snacks. The others ogled and stared at her and he had ordered her to give one friend a blowjob because she was making them all hard with her body. She reluctantly had complied and just when she was getting into it, Jeff had come around and stuck his cock in her ass. 

It wasn't the first time he'd done that too her. He made her suck his cock for her interview and he loves the feel of his cock in a girl's ass. He would fuck a girl in the ass before he would plow her pussy, besides it is so much more fun when the girl whines about it. After he blew his load in her ass, he made her suck off his other two friends and they had all blown their load on her face and breasts. Then his friends congratulated him on having a good time and they left. 

He made Susan stay like that until the next morning. He had called Katrina that morning and while he was talking to her, he had Susan give him another blow job. Later that evening, because Katrina was busy, he watched a movie and had Susan watch it with him. He made popcorn for her and jacked off into her bowl of popcorn before bringing it from the kitchen to her. She ate it without comment. What bugged him was that Katrina was always with her friend Patricia. She is so unappealing. Yeah she has a nice body and all but who would want to fuck that face without a bag? And Katrina is always trying to get her a date. It never works out of course. What was with girls? There is always a dog with the pretty ones and she won't go away. Well after this trip he'd make her go away one way or another. Katrina is his girl and she will just have to stop being friends with the dog, Patricia. If Patricia doesn't get the hint then he will humiliate her in ways he will enjoy immensely.

——

"Look," Jeff explains, "we are alive and I'm sure we will be rescued very soon. No doubt they noticed. So we just sit here on the beach, catch some rays and relax. I'm sure someone will come soon."

It is still early morning as Jonathan walks up overhearing the end of Jeff's explanation of things. "Look Jeff, everyone, we should at least try and start making a shelter and gather supplies."

"Oh my god it's Duke!" Mandy screams.

"Duke, where have you been?" Dana asks

"You found Duke!" Mandy exclaims leaping up and hugging Jonathan. Violently, he is attacked on the other side by Dana and they kiss him squealing and then return their attention to the dog.

"Look poor boy, you do what you want. I'm not wasting my time when we'll be rescued in a few hours," Jeff says defiantly.

"You think so Jeff?" Jonathan asks. 

"Of course, I'm sure they are out there looking for us right now. They will be here in a matter of hours," Jeff replies.

"I'm sure they are Jeff. The trouble is they don't know where to look. Sure they have a general idea, but we are talking about a search area the size of Texas, but never mind, I don't know what I'm talking about. Did you totally miss the whole Lost series? Same scenario, different characters."

"When did that show come out?" one of the girls asks.

"Isn't that the one where the boat sank?"

Jonathan shakes his head. "Look, all of you do whatever it is that you do. I'll be down the beach if you want to talk to me." With that Jonathan moves away and walks toward the western end of the island.

——

Debra and Monica had been over at her house. She had really wished that Jennifer was a little more interested in the same things that she is, which is pussy and girls. But all she would talk about was Jonathan, but she was too scared to make a move on him and Jonathan was, if nothing else, difficult to talk to. Maybe she could get them into a threesome one day, she had thought. Though Jonathan didn't seem to be the least interested in sex or girls or well anything except work. Jennifer on the other hand really seemed to be interested in sex and boys and that is about where it stopped. She and Monica had spent a night with her, a sort of slumber party a few days before the trip was scheduled to leave. They had gotten drunk or at least Jennifer had and she and Monica had gotten inebriated a little. Once Jennifer had gotten well lubricated, they had played truth or dare and it had ended with Jennifer passing out with her mouth on Debra's nipple and the three of them naked. Debra had dipped her tongue into Jennifer's sweet pussy while she was unconscious but it really wasn't that interesting with her not responding. She wanted to hear Jennifer moan her name, to have her want to lick her pussy in reciprocation. She had gotten a few very nice pictures of Jennifer naked, which she had looked at later when she masturbated and when Monica had licked her pussy the following days. Monica is great, even if she prefers cock to pussy. She loves sex, any kind and any kink. 

It was the day before they left and she had caught up with Monica at the mall. She had just finished something nasty in the parking lot and they had sat in the food court. Over ice cream they talked about their upcoming vacation. Monica had reached under the table and scooped some cum from her pussy and dripped it on Debra's ice cream. Debra had been annoyed by that and had taken Monica into the bathroom and made her lick her pussy in a stall. She loves Monica because she is so submissive about things as long as she gets some pleasure.

——

Jonathan cuts some vines and roots off the mangrove and starts moving some fallen trees, rolling them until he has worked out a small and rather primitive lean to. It is big enough that maybe five people can squeeze into it.

When it is done, he thinks back to the days before this trip. Jennifer's father had made him promise that he would look after her. It is the whole reason he had gone on this trip was to look after her. It is quite annoying really. Jennifer is a nice enough girl most of the time, but there are complications. The fact that he had been sleeping with Jennifer's mother for most of the last semester of school made him a little more nervous about starting something with Jennifer. The bad part of that is he is attracted to Jennifer and he had only started the affair with her mother because she had nearly raped him the first time and after that it just got to feeling comfortable. She was a nice enough woman it seemed that her husband had been neglecting her for some time. She had assumed that he was fucking one or more of his students or teacher's assistants. She had met a few of them she had explained and she was quite annoyed by the fact that they were young and hot.

So the day she had made a move on Jonathan, he was more than a little shocked. Never mind that he gave her a full service. He had been mowing their lawn and trimming their hedges, doing general gardening for a little extra money, which was fine. They paid well enough and he had never made a move on Jennifer mostly because his studies and work had kept him busy too busy to try, not that he thought he had much chance given the talk he had overheard at school. 

His Uncle had helped him pack. He had been with special operations and had taught Jonathan more than a few things over the years. Between his demanding school work and his uncle's demanding training at his father's insistence, Jonathan had learned basic survival skills as well as some botany and hunting with primitive tools and how to respond in emergencies, things that might serve well. His uncle had hooked him up with some guys at one of the local military hospitals to observe and learn. Jonathan learned a lot from those guys. Some of them were crazy and others, well others were damn well out of their minds.

And then every Tuesday and Friday he would drop by Jennifer's house and see if there were any chores or anything to be done. If there was time after the chores, he would have an interlude with Cindy, Jennifer's mother. On the weekend his uncle and father would throw parties and he would be expected to do things like rebuild motors or rebuild a car, at least as far as he could be expected to do. He had learned mechanics early, automotive, aircraft and marine motors. He was kind of a mechanical wizard. At these parties, there was drinking and debauchery, the friendly kind. The girls who came to the parties loved teasing Jonathan often, flashing him or groping themselves while watching him but never touching him. His father had a big mason jar on the table and the girls who came to the party were expected to put in ten dollars and they could do anything they wanted to try and distract Jonathan from his work. If one ever did, she would get the pot. If they didn't distract him from the work, then he would get a hundred dollars from the pot and the rest would go back in so the amount would increase incrementally. It was his college fund or so his father joked. There was easily ten thousand dollars in it, so there was always plenty of girls willing to have a try at the pot. 

The day before the trip, Cindy called him and asked him to come over. "I have to tell you something," she said. "I'm pregnant and its yours. I've known for a few weeks now, but I thought I should tell you. Don't worry I've made sure that I have had enough regular sex with my husband lately so that he won't be the wiser. I just felt that you would want to know. I hope it doesn't upset you or anything. You don't have to worry about it and I want you to have a good time on vacation."

Jonathan was a more than a little shocked, but he took it in stride and the next day, Jennifer's family and his father and uncle saw them off at the terminal.

——

Jonathan gets a piece of cane and after examining it, discovers that it is not bamboo like he had originally thought but sugar cane. He set this aside and goes back to the swamp and gathers up some sticks. By the time he returns to his lean to, he decides that the design is bad and not very useable. What he really needs is an axe.

It is about that time when Patricia walks up. He glances at her briefly. She looks overdressed in stockings, a miniskirt and white blouse with a vest jacket. "Did you like the show?"

"What show?"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't look at Katrina. She said she bared everything in front of you."

"I was busy. I still am."

"Do you like her," Patricia asks. Jonathan shrugs "Do you think she's pretty?" Again Jonathan shrugs. "You do like girls don't you?"

"Yes of course"

"But you have never had a girlfriend that I know of, unless you count Jennifer and we all know she's an ice queen. She won't give any boy the time of day. So what kind of girls do you like?"

"Girls," Jonathan says.

He has seven logs now, about two feet wide by six feet long. He move them into a rough U shape and piles sand against the outside and then moves two more logs on top of those, slide them back and then he piles more sand. He cuts some cane and covers the top loosely with a cane mat. Some of the cane he wedges between the logs making a simple arc. Now his shelter is twenty-five square feet he figures. He climbs the nearest palm tree and pulls down ten or so leaves and piles them by the shelter and then gets more. He carefully lays them on top of the shelter, making a thin thatch roof and covers the whole thing over with a layer of sand.

"Oh it's like a little playhouse," Patricia squeals as Jonathan works diligently making a door of woven leaves. He crawls into the cool dark and goes to sleep on a thin bed of palm leaves.

——

"Jonathan?" a hand shakes his shoulder.

"What?" he asks slowly opening his eyes.

"There is something the matter with, well almost everyone. Jeff and Katrina and Patricia and Debra," Jennifer says.

Jonathan crawls out of his shelter and looks at Jennifer. Her face, arms and legs are glowing red. "Jennifer you get inside here and rest. I'll go see about the others."

The sun is starting to sink toward the horizon as he walks the quarter mile down the beach to where the others are located. Six of them are getting sick and Jeff is obviously passed out. Patricia, Katrina and Susan are on their knees puking their guys out. Taylor, Monica and Debra are lying on the ground clutching their stomachs. Mandy and Dana seem okay and Darren is sitting in the shade near Kate, the stewardess. Aside from Darren and Kate they all appear to be suffering from some sort of heat casualty or another.

"Dana, you and Mandy help me move everyone into the shade where it's cooler."

It takes almost half an hour before everyone is moved before Jonathan begins to gather coconuts. There were many of them all over the ground and he works on husking as many as he can until there is a dozen or so husked. When the light starts to show he punctures them in short order and gives everyone a drink.

"What the hell happened?"

Katrina, who seems to have recovered for the most part says, "Well Speedo boy was hot and said we should drink something. So we all got a drink from the surf but he didn't stop. It just got worse. The more he drank, the thirstier he got. Then he staggered onto the beach, burped and passed out."

"Wonderful," Jonathan groans. "It's bad enough that you guys are already dehydrated from the sun, but Jeff adds insult to injury drinking sea water. Too much seawater will kill you by drying you out even worse than you are."

"You saved us didn't you?" Debra asks. "When the plane crashed, you got us all here alive. You really are trying to keep us all alive aren't you?"

"Yes" Jonathan says. There are looks of surprise from all around, though Darren only gives him a dirty look.

Debra looks around. "Then I choose you to be our leader. I'll do whatever you say, just lead the way?"

"Okay," Jonathan says. "Anyone else want to come?"

The twins hop up with Duke between them and Patricia and Monica follow. Jonathan directs them to pick up the unconscious stewardess and carry her back to their camp. They crawl into the shelter and soon all six girls are sleeping. Jonathan, feeling a bit more rested, walks back to the cave. He picks up a good sized rock and bangs it against the obsidian outcrop. He gathers up the glass like shards and carries them back to camp and sits down in front of the hut. After a few minutes he decides that he isn't going to get anywhere making anything until daylight so he leans back against the shelter when he notices two figures walking down the beach toward him. The moonlight is bright enough that he can make out the silhouettes. 

Taylor speaks first, "Darren doesn't seem to like you very much and he was quite adamant about me staying or I would have come with you. I just, well I can't abandon him."

"Jonathan, we don't know what to do. Will Jeff get better? I mean he's sick but will he wake up?" Susan asks almost panicked.




The Island Ch. 01



"I don't know Susan. He might, but it will be a long, hard recovery. He needs more modern medicine and if he doesn't get it I don't know. Taylor, look I don't know what's between you and Darren, I don't really care what he thinks about me. I just want to get as many of us through this as possible."



The Island Ch. 01



The island is a self-sustaining environment that takes care of its inhabitants and itself. All of the citizenry are male and enjoy the idealistic life running on the beach, swimming in the waters around the island, and fishing. There is a lot of sun bathing and enjoying themselves on the island. Since the weather is usually in the 60s to low 80s, there is little need for clothing. 

The inhabitants wear loin cloths usually tied with a small rope around the waist. This makes for easy access for the island to assist them in enjoying themselves. The need for food is marginal as the island at times feeds them during their escapades. There is one rule however and that is the island cannot come into the cabins and initiate an escapade.

Brad came out of his cabin and waved to Jim who was working in his front garden. Brad walked towards the beach with his fishing pole in hand. Jim went back to his gardening as he felt a tingle that usually meant the island presence was underfoot. He smiled and allowed the tentacle to move up his muscular thigh and work its way under the lion cloth to his hardening cock.

Jim stood up as the tip of the tentacle formed in to a wedge as it covered his cock head and started to slide up and down the shaft. He moaned and smiled as he enjoyed the sensation. Another one came up behind him and he spread his legs more as the tentacle made its way into the crevice between his cheeks. Jim's hands spread his cheeks ever so slightly and the tentacle's tip formed a cock head of its own and made its way inside. It started to move in and out that all the while the front tentacle increased its sucking efforts. Jim's cock got harder and harder with this extra attention. His breathing became heavier and heavier as he almost grunted. Two other tentacles came up and flicked at his nipples, which aroused him, even more. His legs were shaking and he almost fell to his knees, but the island would never let an inhabitant fall during this episode. Two green tentacles shot up and placed themselves under his arms for support. He licked his lips, which the island took as a sign he was losing water so the last tentacle came up to his lips as shaped as a cock head and went into his mouth. Jim sucked for all he was worth. More shuddering from legs and his cock, which told him and the island that he was about to cum. The front tentacle sucked with longer and longer strokes as the one in his ass moved more rhythmically. 

He shot so much into the mouth that he did not know if he would stop. He grunted and groaned with pleasure, the rear tentacle slid deeper with one last thrust, and it released inside his ass. At this moment the one, he was sucking on shot into his mouth with a nourishing liquid. Jim moaned even more and he went limp; the tentacles wrapped him in a warm cocoon and started to sink into the ground with Jim in tow with them. This was normal Jim would be moved to his bed for rest and allow him to regain his strength. Jim's companion saw him lying down in the bedroom drained; he came over and rubbed Jim's body with lotion to assist with rest and recovery.

Couples were walking by, as this was a usual scene on the island. They knew that Jim would be ok and they will see him later in the day. Such was the way of the island and everyone knew it and accepted it. Brad made his way to the beach with his fishing pole; it was a nice day that promised a day's worth of fish.

Upon reaching the beach, he rolled out his blanket and sat down to watch the waves and absorb the sun light. Breathing in the salt sea air, he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for more focus. He could feel the island talking to him saying it is time for him to start fishing. He got up and picked up his pole. He made his way to the surf and cast his line. 

He lowered his hat over his eyes to get some shade. The fishing had been slow and enjoyable; he caught about five fish so he decided it was time for some rest. As he was resting under a tree that allowed for some cool air, he started to fall asleep. His breathing becomes deep as he felt the breeze come across his legs and chest. His loincloth gently flapped in the breeze revealing his semi hard cock. His cock grew to its length. He adjusted himself and let his legs separate a little. The island could not resist this, moved a tentacle up to the surface of the earth, and made its way to his cock head. A gentle tongue flicked out to the tip and started to lick his cock. 

Brad felt this but did not startle, he just laid back and enjoyed the sensation. The tentacle's mouth came forward and engulfed the cock head. It sucked just the head and swirled around for a better sensation. Brad let out a moan and parted his lips. His tongue wet his lips as he moaned. The tentacle put his whole cock down its throat, applying suction all the way down. It came back and forth for more of a sensation. Brad moved his legs up so that the suction felt better. He moaned again and said, "Yes, make me come." 

The tentacle started to piston up and down on his cock. However, with his legs bent, his ass was exposed. This was an open invitation and the island took it. A larger tentacle surfaced and formed into a dull head. It made its way to his hole, once there it made a circular motion pushing against the sphincter and moved forward. Brad inhaled and relaxed so that it was easygoing and less painful. It worked its way in and moved further up his canal. His moans become more grunts than anything else. The tentacle in his ass moved back and forth slowly at first but picked up its pace. Its natural lubrication working to its advantage as it moved further up his canal. Brad mouth dropped open and he let out a yell, "Yes!"

The blowjob he was getting became more intense and he bucked his hips up and came into the mouth, which sucked harder to get every drop. However, with the tentacle in his ass increased its pace and twisted inside him for more pleasure. The mouth on his cock stayed there by suction as the pumping in his ass increased made his cock harder. It gently massaged his cock and balls. 

He grunted louder and then a cock shaped tentacle cane up and into his mouth and thrusted in and out of his mouth. All moans were muffled as the thrusting and sucking were quickened. He started to cum again with more force than he thought he would have and his ass began to fill up with cum from the pulsing tentacle in his ass. He shuddered and fell backwards gently against the tree. He had a smile on his face. The tentacles wrapped Brad up and transported him to his cabin where he rested and slept.



The Island Ch. 02



The morning after of christening of our new vacation island with a torrid session of lovemaking as the sun set, we awake, entwined tightly in each other's arms on the comfortable bed. The sun is shining through the open shuttered window – no glass since this is the tropics – and soft ocean breezes waft over our still sweat stained bodies.

I grab your hand in mine and we run together down the soft silica sand beach and plunge together into the mild surf lapping on the shore. As we splash playfully together, the warm water rinses the exertions of the night before from our bodies and we are renewed. As I approach you to take you into my arms and whisper – nay, shout to the empty skies – that I love you, you wrap your legs around my waist as the gentle waves make your body rise and fall caressingly against mine. 

I can feel your heat even over the waters surrounding us as my cock responds and finds your opening unerringly. Your stiff nipples are riding against my chest and you moan softly into my ear. With your arms around my neck, your legs around my waist and our lips locked together, your pussy engloves my very stiff cock and we let the wave's motion do all the work. As we near our mutual orgasm – the first one in the morning is always so sweet – we pull our faces apart and gaze intently into each other's eyes as we cry out in release.

Our legs give out and we fall over, still tied together, under the next wave. Sputtering and laughing, we jump clear of the surface and run hand in hand to the shore and return to the cabin to dry off and then to prepare a light breakfast. While eating, we decide to take the Zodiak and motor around the surrounding cliffs to see if there are any caves to explore. We were told there were many that one could motor right inside and many a romantic tryst had been completed there.

We pack a small lunch to take with us and, thoughally enjoying the freedom of remaining au naturel, we climb naked into the rubber dingy and I start the small quiet electric outboard. Since we weren't in any hurry and the silence of the little trolling engine creates no noise, the only sounds we hear are the birds on the cliffs and in the air, and the crash of the sea on the reef that offers such privacy and calm to our little lagoon.

As I steer us quietly along the shore line, you are laying back against the inflated bow of the little craft with your face turned up into the warm sun basking in its heat. Your legs, with your feet on the undulating floor of the rubber dingy, are splayed slightly apart and I can see the pink of your exposed pussy peeking through. I almost steer us into a buoy marking a hidden rock which I correct after tearing my eyes away from the sight I adore so much.

As I continue to motor us along, I spot a small mesh bag on the deck and reach for it. Holding it between my feet, I unzip the bag and find, to my delight, two sets of snorkeling gear. There are sealed goggles, flippers and breathing tubes for two. I hold up the gear as I gently kick your foot stirring you from your relaxed – almost sleepy – state. We grin at each other since it has always been our fantasy to try the sport. As I empty the bag into the boat, two objects drop out that I hadn't noticed – each one is a 36-exposure waterproof underwater camera good to 50 feet. They were the kind with flashes built in and that you send complete to the developer (basically a throwaway camera.

Now I have a friend back home who has a photo lab and will develop any personal pictures for me with no problem. I have taken him several rolls over the time we have been together which have included shots of us in the nude. Often regular photo labs will not develop such pictures but George has always been glad to; I think he enjoys seeing your beautiful body and it wouldn't surprise me if he has kept the occasional print. But he is a good friend and I can trust him never to share or sell the pictures.

Back to the present; we drop the small kedge anchor that catches easily in the sandy bottom some 25 feet below us. As we follow its decent to the bottom by leaning over the side, we can see the multi-coloured tiny fish darting back and forth. We quickly don our fins, unwrap the goggles and spit inside the lenses as we have heard before rinsing them in the sea. This keeps the lenses clear. Strapping the goggles around our heads, we cover our eyes and noses – testing the seal by trying to breathe through our noses to find we can't.

Tucking the snorkel tubes under the goggle straps, we nod at each other, sit on the edge of the dingy, and holding hands, tumble back into the sea. We rise to float on the surface as we blow the water out of our tubes and after taking a deep breath, we drop below the surface with our cameras strapped around our wrists. 

We slowly exhale as we were told to do by our friends who have done this before and stop to admire the various coral and sea life surrounding us. I turn towards you to see you hovering in the clear azure water, your hair waving with the underwater currents and your hands outstretched as little angel fish nibble on your fingers. I quickly pull my camera to my eye and snap a picture of my glorious mermaid under the sea. At the flash, your eyes turn to look at me and they twinkle with mirth and love.

We rise together to the surface to fill our lungs with air for another trip to the sandy bottom and spend the next two hours alternately swimming and laying in the sun in the boat as we eat a lazy slow lunch. On our last dive – after we have left the gear onboard, we both take a deep breath and dive into the sea. As we surface, we tread water and move into each other's arms in the warm water and start to kiss. Our legs become tangled as our kisses deepen and we slowly sink below the surface – still locked tightly together in a lovers' embrace. That is, of course, until we run out of air and kick for the surface and swim back to the boat laughing and spitting out the salty water we swallow (along with other's tongues)

The feel of the warm water as it coursed over our naked bodies while we dove and swam was amazing. We haven't ever been skinny dipping together before and to do so in an open environment, even in a cove as private as ours, are both a treat and a turn on.

As the sun is moving lower into the sky, the heat of the day starts to dissipate and the temperature becomes delightfully pleasant. We have lain in the canvas boat for the last half hour, just relaxing with our hands entwined and our heads resting against the inflatable's end. We are talking about how wonderful the past two days have been and what we will do tomorrow. We never did find that cave we heard about so that is the first thing on the agenda.

I turn towards your sun-kissed face and lean in to kiss you warmly on the ear lobe sending goose bumps as usual down your arm. As I suck on that delectable and sensuous part of your anatomy, you reach for my cock and slowly stroke the tip until the first signs of precum are apparent. As I just start to slide my hand over your delectable breasts, you push my hand aside and move your lips to my chest to capture my nipples – first one and then the other – to lick and suck on them as I react immediately with a complete erection which fills your soft hand.

I love the sensitivity of my nipples and how you adore to tease them; they get so hard and I can feel the thrill all the way through my body (both on a physical and emotional level). You do know what turns me on!

You mouth meanwhile has traveled southward over my abs and into my pubic region. Your tongue teases its way around the base of my cock and you suck the heaviness of my balls deep into your mouth as I thrust my hips up to meet you. You pointed hardened tongue finds its way into my urethra and this causes the precum to flow straight down your throat. You hum around my cock head as you swallow me almost to the root. As you bob your head, the bottom of the boat rocks with us and the rhythm set up is absolutely amazing. 

As much as I want to turn you around so that I can reciprocate the tasting of you, you have he held prisoner as you speed up your sucking and deep throating until I feel my balls tightening as the orgasm is almost there. I reach down as far as I can to tweak and pull on your nipples and I hear the squishing sounds as you hand is busy on your pussy while you bring me over and over to the brink.

I scream out, "I'm cumming!" as I fill your swallowing mouth with my load of hot thick cum and you take in all in as your own orgasm overcomes you and you moan around my cock which only causes me to cum again!

I fall back against the end of the boat out of sheer exhaustion and you crawl up my body to show me that you are still holding that last load of cum in your mouth. You make a show of swallowing some as I can see your throat muscles contract and then you connect with my lips forcing your tongue deep to share my taste still there.

We lay in each other's arms for about half an hour to recover and then slip over the edge to rinse ourselves in the sea. Climbing back onboard, I pull up the anchor and you lay back against my chest as I start up the small engine to take us home to our cabin for a nap before we make our dinner.

Another perfect ending to a perfect day, my darling!



The Island Ch. 02



(Authoress Comment: All disclaimers to all my writings hold true here. If you think it was you or any character reminds you of someone then I hope it's with fond memories but it isn't about them but maybe me.

To all of those who wished I would finish the Island here it is. I stopped writing this because I had some nasty comments about the scat. So, don't read it if XXX bothers you because this finale goes, 'all the way.')

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Over a month had passed and during this time the men had done all sorts of things to me. I'll bring you up-to-date.

Right from the first day on the beach I was made to put suntan oil on. I had never done that before because I had always been told the ultraviolet rays are bad for you so I hardly ever went to the beach. Going on the boat was the exception to the rule. So I was as white as a ghost. But, after a week I was all girly tanned. They said to wear this one bikini which would give me the right look. It had a bra which tied around the neck and the bikini part was not a thong nor was it panty shaped. Actually it came up on my ass leaving a very distinct white against tan they said made my butt look even more feminine. And of course the ring made an O on my sides. It was similar to the one I mentioned before but this one kept my clitette (as Sir Bill called it and everyone else liked the name except me.) in. I cried the day they made me show all five of them my tan lines. The front was a typical V shape crotch. So when I took the bathing suit off, my little breasts were distinct and there were white lines from the string around my neck and the little metal O piece that held the front of the bra together. (Interestingly my breasts haven't gotten any bigger although my waist is smaller.)

Well, I'm hardly allowed to eat anything. While they are having a steak from the cooler when we first arrived I had to eat fish and some fruit we found on the island. Later they would share the fish with me but my portions were small and all my food was controlled. At first I was always hungry but after a week or two my stomach shrank and I got full real easy.

As I said after I had tanned, about 10 days after we arrived, my penis had diminished to about 2 inches. But, so had my sac, it had shrunk as well and was very tight unlike some of the porno films I had seen what they called 'transgendered.' In those films most of them had pretty big penis and the sac sagged (guess from the hormones). I felt even more inadequate when I remembered having seen those films at the peep shows (before this whole thing happened.)

And then John (I only have to call them Sir when I talking to them. They'll never read my diary. Would they?) told the other men one night, right in front of me, "Forget the girl shit, she's a great piece of ass with the best cunt mouth I've ever known. I almost don't give a damn if we are rescued. I've never gotten so many blowjobs if you add all of them I had before we wrecked here. And, I don't have to chit chat with her. Fantastic!" And with that he pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth until he shot his load. This time he came back in my throat. It was garglely on my tonsils and I had to cough it up so I could show him his cum load and smile when he gave me permission to put it in my tummy.

One day at the beach, during my tanning phase, they buried me under a coconut tree in the sand with my arms down. The sand came up between my navel and my breasts. The last half they used wet sand so I couldn't move and they removed my bra. So there I was with my nipples just above the sand. Then during the whole afternoon they'd either jerk off on me or pee on me. I can't tell you how sickening I felt especially their pee aroma. Both the helplessness and the degradation made me cry later on when I was in my room.

Every time I made the smallest mistake or wasn't perfectly feminine I was spanked or paddled. I had gotten pretty good at walking in heels and swaying my ass but Bob spanked me over his knee for what seemed like fifty whacks for not holding my wrist in a most feminine manner.

He said, "Look we're not looking for any fag type of behavior. You are a woman and you'll act like one or else."

When he spanked me I flailed my legs and as then he put his arm across my legs to hold them down as he laughed and complimented my feminine response. 

Everyday, I had to clean up the cabin, wash their clothes (what little they wore: usually only a tee shirt). Then I'd make their beds, cook their meals, wash the dishes and be the slut whore. I wanted to be me again, a guy, but there wasn't anyway out. The "Rules" were exact and there left no room for not following them. And the book on "How to be a Perfect Woman" was my bedside reading material. Bob had found both a copy of 'Playgirl' and an old 'Cosmopolitan' and gave them to me for 'blond brain food.' He would get real upset if I didn't bring the 'Playgirl' to the beach with me and look at the pictures of naked men.

Although I was never happy with this girl thing, I had learned from spankings, humiliation and subjugation how to suck cum out of a man with a smile on my face. I would walk around with my hole filled with either their cum or their pee and sometimes both. And always, I would squeeze it in so it wouldn't leak and then I would be punished. 

Girly exercise was required in the book, "How to be a Perfect Woman." There were stretching exercises, and tips on how to eat with you pinky out. (I got a good spanking once for putting too much on my fork and not being dainty.)

And then about two weeks ago I was lying on my chartreuse beach towel in a matching bikini which had the same cut and brass circles as the other bikini I wore to be my tan lines. All the bikinis were the same so my tan lines were perfect. Oh, yes, I had learned to be sure the bathing suit was on the same each time.

Once while I was tanning with my eyes shut, just enjoying the sun, Tom started peeing on my crotch. I had to open my eyes, smile and say "Thank you Sir Tom," while inside I was mortified and outside my pussy was wet with his warm pee.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. After a week or so when my 'penis' had shrunk to something so small it could only be called a 'clitette', all my panties and bikinis where taken and exchanged. Instead of a hole with it sticking out I was given panties that had some sort of pliant crotch material and told to always put my 'clitette,' down and mold the crotch so the men wouldn't see my 'clitette'. This was even more humiliating since now I really appeared a girl to them.

Bob was the most demanding about this. He said, "Now you are a cunt and from now on there won't be an a-pussy etc. This shows you've graduated for Home Economics 101 to Cock Sucker 505."

If I didn't get it just right he would paddle my ass till I whimpered, "Sir, I can do it, please let me fix my pussy."

These panties held my 'clitette' down and I had an accident one week when Sir was watching me. Sometimes I had accidents when they were using me and I was afraid to ask to go out. 

Bob said, "hey your little pee hole cunt now is in the right place."

He so liked this idea he started making me wear the panties nearly all the time and when I was allowed to squat to take a pee outside it would tinkle through my panties just like some of there pee movies with girls in them. The men would come out and watch me pee and laugh as I squatted peeing through my panties.

Sir had showed me a spot next to a tree just outside the cabin. He said this would be my toilet when I was allowed to go. The place was completely visible from the open door. It got to the point where 

Tom instructed me to leave the door open whenever I went out to "do my business." 

Besides being completely humiliated when I was peeing or pooping because the men had the doors open and loved watching me I also felt like a woman when I squatting. Sometimes when they shouted things at me like, "way to go girl," Often when the said these things I would become so embarrassed I couldn't go. And of course I wouldn't be given permission later and this would lead to me having an 'accident.'

Another problem with my 'toilet' place was the men often peed on the tree and I would have to squat with my feet in their pee. More than once I lost my balance and found my ass soaking wet with 'man pee.'

I had to clean the spot everyday of my poopy. Many times there was more than just my poopy on the ground. That was the most disgusting thing when I would have to carry it in my hands down to the ocean.

There were some other disgusting things the men made me do with their poop. I don't feel like elaborating but everything I wrote down in the first part of The Island happened. The worst was having Sir Tom would push one of his logs in my ass and made me keep it there for over an hour.

But as I said earlier, the men were getting stranger as the weeks went on. I'll give you an example that happened just two nights ago. It was after dinner and after I had cleaned the dishes and put them away. 

The men were sitting around drinking when Sir called me over for the 'evening activities' as he called them. By this time their favorite outfit was for me to be in heels, panties, bra, and stockings. Of course the gold chain saying, "TOILET' hung around my neck. 

Oh, I forgot to tell you, one night, soon after we arrived, I was held down and both my ears were pierced and moderate gold studs (they each had two balls on them) were insert in my ear lobes. A matching orb is now on my tongue. Yes, they pierced my tongue. Where they got the jewelry I don't' know but then again they would have many things like the magazines, panties, buttery nipple drinks. Where they came from I was never told. 

So this one tonight after I had sucked Bill's 'cum vitamin' as usual (he called it a "liquid calcium supplement every girl needs to keep her bones strong.") he said for me to "get down on the floor on all fours because I was a bitch and the only bitch he knew were dogs."

There I was in heels, pink bra, matching panties and stockings. They made me bark like a dog but instead of arf I was barking something that sounded like 'cock.' I know it sounds real stupid but those men just loved it. They laughed and then would spank my ass as I crawled by them.

Last night they went even further. Sir Andrew (oops now I'm calling them by the names I use every day) fucked my ass and filled it with cum. When he was through he let his cock soften a bit and as he said, "I'm going to take a leak honey. Don't you feel special?" 

And boy did he ever. My tummy started to distend or at least it felt that way. And although they had done this before and made me walk around with it in me holding it for hours, tonight when he pulled out he pushed a butt plug in me that had fur from a boa in my closet.

"Now the bitch has a tail," Sir Andrew chimed, "Start barking bitch." With that he slapped my ass hard several times and everyone laughed as I barked 'cock' and crawled around on all fours.

It was amazing how quickly they descended down a path of sadistic behaviour. It was like "Lord of the Flies," but the boys had grown up on this island and they had turned one of the boys, me, into their whore girl.

If anyone away from here ever reads this I am sure they'll wonder why I didn't run away. But there was no where to run. Once you have tan lines and small breasts so much of your will is broken there is no where to run. 

And now, only this morning I heard everyone making a ruckus and went out to see what was happening. They were running down to the beach. Out in the distance there was a ship passing by. I was so excited. I would be going home and getting to be myself again.

The men lit their signal fire and waved. I jumped up and down in my little pink cotton skirt and pink blouse with matching ribbon holding my hair in a pony tail. I had just begun to go through that period thing again with the tampons in my ass (I mean pussy) and soon I would be using the feminine pad the book had mentioned and now while my nails and lips were pink, soon I'd have to t change them to red and my lipstick too. I also wore a pair of pink socks with a little white band and pink Keds. I tried to think if any of the girls I had known had ever worn anything like this but I couldn't recall any girl I knew looking as girly as I did right now as I jumped up and down. I think I looked like a human cotton candy.

For over an hour we watched the ship move across our horizon seeming to come closer to shore but in the end it disappeared and our fire went out.

I walked back into the cabin realizing this was a paradise for everyone but me. Crying, I went to my room and lay on the bed face down. All I could think was I didn't want to be a girl. Why couldn't I just stand up for myself? Why wouldn't I just let them beat me or kill me instead of this? And as I cried I wondered why a man would cry? Why didn't I just get mad? I was crying like a girl.

John came by my room and heard me crying he said, "Oh, its ok to be a pussy Lauren. Why don't you just take some time for yourself and read some more of the Rules." He started to close the door and his last words were, "come outside later work on your tan. I think it's starting to fade.

I lay there on the bed thinking about John instructing me to go lie in the sun and I decided to tell Sir Bob I wasn't going to be this girl anymore. So, I got up, went to the door and opened it. Walking stridently I barely got 10 feet when Bob was right there in front of my face. Actually he's a lot taller then me so it was his chest in my face.

"Where are you going young lady," Bob asked quite sternly?

"I'm not going to be a girl anymore," I managed to say so meekly, my voice now higher; that I nearly squeaked. I knew it sounded like a girl complaining.

SMACK! Bobs hand went right across my face. I spun partly around hit the wall and fell down. "Now WHAT did you say pussy," Bob calmly asked?

Lying there on the floor looking up at Bob I didn't say or do anything. The next moment Bob had leaned down, grabbed my wrist pulling me up precariously, my feet wobbling and his strength the only thing keeping me from falling he continued, "Now, you're wearing a skirt, a pink pussy blouse around you have tits.. You almost always have cum on you and most days you smell like a piss pot. And, you think you are not a girl? Well, you'd better be a girl right now because if you're a fag I'll beat the shit out of you. What are you a girl or a faggot?" And with that his other hand grabbed my hair and his face leaned in to hear my answer.

Like a rag doll I didn't get my balance. I was shaking inside, a primordial fear of the alpha male. "I'm, I'm a"

"Yes, go on," Bob said as his grip tightened on my hair.

"I'm a girl," I heard myself say in the tone of defeat and subjugation.

"Good, so act like a girl and fix yourself. Put on some fresh lipstick and brush some make-up over your red cheek."

And with that Bob pushed me into my room letting me fall back against the bed and left.

There was no time to cry. I went to my vanity table. Saw his red mark on my face. His finger marks were still showing. I took out some base and rubbed it in and soon the only way you would know I was slapped was if you asked me. Looking at myself I saw my two little A cup titties poking so gently against the pink blouse. I looked like a girl. And the way I cried nowadays I'm not even sure I could act like a man anymore. No matter how much I wanted to be I had been trained like a Pavlovian dog.

Just then I heard commotion again outside and hoping it was the ship that had the men buzzing I rushed out to be rescued. But instead I saw Andrew and John with a large white Labrador. They were saying, "Good boy sit." 

Bill was walking up towards the cabin and I called out, "Where did the dog come from," Sir Bill?

Mockingly Bill replied, "Same place you came from bitch a ship. That damn ship we saw just an hour ago. Guess the fucking dog somehow jumped ship and now he is here."

Bill was just plain mean. When he fucked me he'd do nasty things. Sometimes he'd spit in my mouth or make me clean his cock after it came out of me. The other men would do stuff too but Bill and Tom were the meanest. And they liked to double up on me.

You may remember Bill was the one who first made me carry his poop to the ocean. 

Once when Tom was pumping my pussy and Bill has his cock in my mouth the following happened. I had my ass in the air and my head on the floor with Bill almost sitting on my face as he fucked my mouth hard.

Just before Bill was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and squirted his cum up both my nostrils.

"I don't want to see any cum shoot out," he said as he reinserted his cock in my mouth.

Tom started cuming in my pussy. Bill started peeing in my mouth and I had to snort his cum up through my nose into my throat and swallow it with his pee. What else could I do?

"Good girl," Sir Bill said as he patted my head.

That night after the ship had passed Bill and Tom would sink to a new low. As you know I had to curtsey when thanking any of the men. It was a curtsy where I held the hem of my skirt up from the front showing my panties or pussy as I curtsied while saying thank you.

So, after dinner, before I had taken my skirt off I was curtsying and thanking the men for letting me cook them dinner, clean up etc when the White Labrador walked over to me and put his nose in my crotch and started pushing it around. 

I started to push him away when Bill said, "Stop that Lauren. Hold your skirt up and let the male dog smell a bitch. He's had a rough day and a little pussy will help make him happy."

Although I murmured an objection a stern look made me stop and let the Lab sniff my crotch as I stood there holding up my skirt.

"Lauren, just taken the fucking skirt and blouse off Now," Sir ordered. "And get down on all fours."

So there I was on all fours in my bra, panties, stockings and necklace with the Lab sniffing my ass when Tom said, "I think Rover has to go out to do his business. Now bitch, I want you to follow him out. If he takes a leak you are to go and smell it and squat and pee there.

Tears fell from my cheek as I crawled outside behind the Lab. He peed on a different tree and I had to go over to it, smell his pee and then squat and pee myself. Some of the Lab's pee was on the ground and when I squatted it wet my knee.

Once we got back into the cabin Tom instructed me to sniff the dogs butt and keep my mouth open as I crawled around. I was supposed to show interest in the Lab since he was a male and I was a bitch.

Tom slapped my ass hard a couple of times to remind me of my place. Before long the Lab was licking my face and his tongue went into my mouth. He seemed to like the lipstick. Then before the Lab went behind me Bill pulled my panties down and put something on my ass crack.

The Lab started licking my ass crack and Bill said, "Looks like the Lab likes to lick pussy."

With that Bill pulled me to his cock and started to fuck my mouth as the Lab lapped his wet tongue all over my 'pussy' Then the Lab tried to mount me but couldn't so he rubbed his cock in my crack and after awhile the Lab came all over my crack. It was more liquidity that the men. And, his cock was larger with at thick part the men called, 'his knob.'

Later, after all those who wanted to cum had, I was told to pull up and panties and crawl to my bed. So, I crawled to my room with the Lab's cum in my crack and everyone else's in my face and hair.

I cried myself to sleep as I lay all used since I couldn't clean up till the next morning in the ocean.

So, now I've just cleaned up and am back in my room getting ready for another day with the men and 'ugh' the Lab. My makeup is done and I'm in my bra and panties pulling up my white stay-up stockings. Before long I'm dressed and ready for the day.




The Island Ch. 02



Postscript:

From outside I heard the sound of helicopters. Of course I thought it was a joke so I ran outside to tell the men to stop it.

I had just put on a short white skirt with some white stay-up stockings with red bows on the top of them. The bows were very visible since my stockings were short. I had white sandals on with my red toe nails showing through the opening in the tips of the stockings. Actually, I thought the cut out in the stocking was quite a good fashion design. My blouse was sheer pink with my little breasts just barely pushing my nipples against the fabric. My lips were bright red and of course I was wearing a feminine pad against my 'clitette' and a tampon string hung out of my pussy. It was that time of the month. I had dried my hair outside in a breeze earlier and it was very curly and very long now. It hung well over my shoulders and I had a pink bow tucked into my blond curls. My earrings very visible because the hair fluffed out a bit away from my ears as I ran in a girly fashion, my ass wiggling since it was filled with Sir's cum and pee. There was no plug in me.

So I ran outside and before I knew it some military men grabbed me and put me into a helicopter saying, "Young lady, you are safe now. We are here to rescue you." 

Once in the helicopter I saw the men. The doors were closed and the helicopter took off with just us in the compartment and two air force pilots flying the helicopter. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to think. But, as the helicopter took to the air Sir moved close to me with a warning.

"Lauren, we are being flown to a US Navy destroyer. It would be best for you not to say anything about being Loren or what happened. Just play the girl until we get back to Florida and no one will know. You can go your way and this was just some fun. Probably a good plastic surgeon could remove your small breasts and we'll all pay for whatever you need. But remember, it would be much more embarrassing for you to be outed."

I realized Sir was right. What could I say that anyone would believe? No I'd be ridiculed. Better to be rescued as a woman and sort it out at Sir (why don't I just say Bob). Sir's pee and cum jiggled in me as the helicopter bounced around and finally descended to the flight deck of the US destroyer. Sir put his hand under my elbow and started to help me out. Outside a soldier grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me away from Sir.

"Welcome aboard the USS (I couldn't hear as the chopper blades turned) Ma'am," the sailor said.

I smiled and thanked him and asked if there was a lady's room somewhere. The men got off the helicopter.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, "I'll escort you." 

And with that we walked together. Actually he gave me a little forward room. If I slowed he slowed and as I walked my ass jiggled more than I had been taught to jiggle for over the past month due to the large amount of Sir's pee that filled it. I felt his eyes looking at my butt. I even blushed since I knew what he was thinking although he was acting the perfect gentleman. Quite a difference from the way the men had treated me.

"Right here Ma'am," he said as I saw the door marked LADIES.

I hesitated a moment and he asked, "Anything wrong Ma'am?"

"No Lieutenant," I answered as I pushed the door open.

"It's Ensign Ma'am," he said with a deferential smile, "but I'll just wait for you here."

With that I walked into the LADIES room. I hadn't been in any bathroom for quite awhile and never in the LADIES room. It was clean with a large mirror over the sink and there were two stalls. Looking in the mirror I could see I looked very much feminine. Actually I was amazed looking at myself in the mirror. I had become accomplished at my make-up and my breasts were so obvious I knew Bob was right. I wouldn't be able to explain any of this away.

Oh, I had to go so bad. I snapped right out of the thought went into the stall, pulled a sanitary bath cover out and put it on the seat. Then I lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, pulled the tampon out and sat on the toilet. Just before I started to let it all out I heard the door open. I froze.

"Hey Lauren, its ok," a female voice said and then entered the stall next to me. 

I couldn't hold back and all of Bob's pee and cum started shooting out of me. It hit the water noisily.

"You sure had to go girl," the voice continued. "You sound like you haven't peed in a week." And with that she giggled a little. Then she continued, "I'm Lieutenant Jones, actually Doctor Jones and I'll be doing a medical exam to see if you are ok. Right now I just know your name is Lauren and you've been on that Island with those five men for nearly six weeks. So, when you're done we'll go to the medical bay and check you out."

I didn't know what to do. I was in shock. I was wiping myself, pulling up my panties, flushing the toilet and wondering what to say when I heard myself meekly answer, "Ok."

Then I left the stall and wet patted my face so I wouldn't mess up my make-up. She came out of the stall just at that moment bringing her hand up to shake mine.

She said, "You can call my Josie."

I shook her hand and whispered, "I have to talk to you privately."

"Alright, we'll go right to my office first," she answered.

And with that we walked out of the bathroom. She dismissed the Ensign and I sort of followed her to her office. We passed many men and I felt all of their eyes but at the same time I felt safe with her by my side and them saluting her. I also felt afraid of what would happen when I told her the truth but realized no matter what Sir had said I would have no choice here.

Once at her small office I sat in the chair next to her desk and blurted out I was really a guy who became a girl on the island. I didn't dare tell her I was forced or anything like that. Instead, I told her it was my own doing. Now I know you wonder why I did that. But it was what Bob had said in the helicopter that stuck in my mind. If I could get out of her without anyone knowing I could go back to my life without anyone knowing.

Of course she asked about my breasts and I lied saying I had been taking hormones for quite some time but no one knew in my family and all I wanted to do is get home without anyone knowing I was a man. I continued with my made up story about going to live with Bob and that I loved him.

"Well, Lauren, I can really understand how you feel and I think I have an idea," Lt. Josie said in a calm voice. "But first, I'll have to examine you. I am a doctor so don't worry about that. After we'll settle you in with me and I'll tell the Captain it's best for you after the last six weeks on the island with just men that you just be with a female for the trip to Florida. You can have your dinner in my room or come to the galley with me depending on how you feel. We should be in Florida by early morning. Is that ok, honey?"

Of course I complied and spent the next 12 hours in an adjacent room to hers in case a woman was sick on board and need to be segregated from the men. Across the hall was a shower and she lent me some make up. And by late morning I was smiling goodbye to her as I walked down the gangplank with Sir taking my arm.

We passed a few photographers and news reporters. I didn't say a word. Sir handled everything and a few hours later I was with him at his home. Actually it was more like an estate. It was fenced in and had a swimming pool etc. I sat down on his sofa and fell asleep.

I must have slept about six hours. Bob woke me up and the TV was on. 

Bob said, "you won't believe this."

There on the screen was a TV anchorman holding my diary saying how I was really Loren Westley not Lauren. The anchorman continued to stay tune regarding this bombshell news at 7pm.

Well, to get to the point, somehow Bob's lawyer talked to the news station and made a deal I would give an interview if my diary was returned and no mention of its contents were made to anyone. Of course I had to approve which I did and so at 7pm I gave a live interview of how I was a willing woman to the men for the six weeks and how well they treated me. There was allusion to sex but it was left to the listener to decide whether I did or not. But no matter what it was consenting.

Now, why did I do that? For the same reason I told the ship's doctor I didn't want anyone to find out. I would have been more then mortified if my diary had been made public.

But now, instead it's private. I'm living with Sir and washing his clothes, cooking the meals while he tries to figure out what is best for me.

And, dear diary, that's what happened to my life.



The Island Ch. 02



Jim awoke in an unfamiliar place. He was lying on a wooden board covered in leaves, and he was fully dressed.

"Did it really happen?" he thought.

He slide off the makeshift bed and stood up. He looked around the room, it was a hut about 9x9x7. The floor was covered by the makeshift bed and there was a small makeshift door on his right. He stumbled toward the door, his head still throbbing.

He pushed open the door and the light blinded him. He squinted and shielded his eyes from the light. He looked around and saw several people moving around and walking. There were two girls sitting under a tree a few feet from the hut talking. The beach was about 40 yards from the hut. He could see Rachel talking with a man dressed in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. 

One of the girls by the tree looked over and said something to the other girl. They both stood up and started walking towards Jim. 

"Hi, I'm Jen and this is Julie." Said the blonde.

She was about 5' 1" and couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds. She had blonde hair and wore a torn and dirty mini skirt with a blue bikini top. Julie was 5' 7" and weighed about 110. She had dark hair and wore green short pants and a green sports bra. They were amazing, both of them looked like models. Their stomachs exposed, Jim could see that the each sported a semi six pack abs. 

"Hi, I'm Jim." He replied

"Yeah, we know. You were the pilot." Julie said.

"How did I get here?" Jim said.

"Well a few of the crew packed you down here. Rachel said that you had tried to come down here, but passed out while you two were gathering stuff from the cave." Jen said.

"Crew?" Jim said.

"Yeah, you were flying a lot of us to a movie shoot before we arrived here." Jen said.

"There were a few normal passengers, but for the most part it was just the cast and crew of the soon to be blockbuster hit "Devils Paradise"." Julie said smiling

"Wow, I haven't meet a celebrity before, let alone been anywhere near a movie set." Jim said.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." Jen said smiling.

"Hey, how long have I been in the hut?" Jim asked.

"Well, I think about a day. But I don't know for sure, we have been off exploring the island." Julie said.

"We should go find Doc. She should have a look at you." Jen said.

"I'll wait here." Jim replied.

The two girls walked off towards the beach as Jim surveyed his surroundings. It was nice from what he could see. There were several huts nearby and what looked like a cooking area with some makeshift tables made out of stumps and logs. There were two very thin shacks positioned to his left that he could only imagine were the rest rooms. 

Jim suddenly had a feeling of urgency to utilize the restroom. He walked across the sand to the two structures. Opening the door he could smell that they had been well used. He saw a bucket that had been hallowed out and a board stretched across it for a seat with two logs supporting each end. He held his breath and walked in. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Trying not to look into the hole, he relieved himself trying not to piss on the seat.

He put his cock away and zipped up his pants, turned and opened the door. The Doc was down by his hut talking with another girl. Jim walked towards the Doc, then he noticed something in the sand. It was a candy bar wrapper that was partially buried in the sand. Jim leaned down and picked up the wrapper and examined it. The part that had been exposed was sun faded and he could almost make out a word on it "Peanut B..." was all he could make out.

"Whatcha got there?" the Doc asked.

"A candy bar wrapper." Jim replied.

"Probably left over from when they built these things. You missed out on most of the salvageable food. It was great for about two days, we even had a few beers." Doc responded.

"Must have been a great time." Jim said wryly 

"Well, it got us this far. If it hadn't been for the movie crew, we probably wouldn't have made it this far. They build most of the huts, cooking area, and outhouses. They even have a pretty decent shower for everyone, too bad they cant make soap." Doc smiled.

"Sounds like paradise." Jim scoffed

"Don't be so glum! I'm the Doc around here, if these people start loosing hope everyone is screwed! You survived a friggin plane crash, we have food, shelter, and a radio, it's not a bad place! Now you can either be part of the solution, or go fuck yourself and live in the jungle! Let me take a look at that bump now before you piss me off!" Doc said forcefully.

She grabbed his head and turned it so she could see.

"Well, hardly anything there at all now. Don't be surprised if you get some dizzy spells or have a few hallucinations, other than that your fine. Look Jim, we are all trying to make the best of this until we can be rescued. Don't loose hope, get to know a few people and we'll all be back home soon." She said with a little smile.

"You're right. This is all a little overwhelming. What can I do to help?" Jim replied.

"Well, you could see if the crew needs any help, if you can fish we need some help with that, or you can talk to a few people and see what else needs to be done... there is plenty to do." Doc laughed

"Thanks Doc." Jim said.

The Doc walked back towards the beach. Jim stood there for a minute thinking about what he could do. He wasn't very good at building things, so he doubted he could help the crew out too much. He could fish, but had never done it in the ocean. He spotted Jen and Julie walking back up towards him.

"Hey Jim." They said smiling.

"Hi girls." Jim said.

"Can you two help me?" Jim asked.

"Sure what do you need?" asked Jen

"Since my co-pilot isn't with us anymore, I don't know anyone but you two. Can you introduce me to a few people?" Jim asked

"Well you are in luck! We just happen to know everyone here!" Julie said with a smile.

"Yea, I don't think there isn't anyone here we haven't met." Jen added.

"Great, I think it's time to get an idea of where we are and how I can pitch in." Jim said

The three of them started walking back towards the beach. 

"There's Mike, he was a sound engineer for the movie." Jen said pointing to a shirtless man in a speedo by the cooking area.

Mike was tall, about 6' 2" and had a rock hard body. Muscles bulged from his arms, legs, and chest, he could have been easily mistaken for a body builder.

"He's got a great cock too!" Julie added

Jim's head snapped back to her. 

"That's great, I'm gonna go see for myself." Jim said sarcastically.

"Hey, don't get mad at me. I have fucked almost every person here, and I gotta say this is the best damn crew to get stuck with on a fucking island." Julie commented.

"I mean there are no fatties or filthy fuckers here. Everyone has been tested for stuff, the company makes sure of that. And they all know shit too." Julie added.

"What do you mean you have fucked almost every person here?" Jim asked

"Duh! We're a fucking movie cast & cre.." Julie started.

"What Julie is saying is we are in the adult film business. We have no problems with sex or sexuality. We have all worked together before and at one time or another you just end up fucking people." Jen interrupted.

"So you were all on your way to a porn shoot and now I'm trapped with you? Great, fucking great!" Jim groaned.

"What like you've never thought of who you would want to be on a deserted island with?" Julie responded.

"Really, this is the best crew to be with. We have to improvise a lot on shoots, the crew knows how to build stuff, and we all like to fuck!" Jen snapped.

"Who do you think you are? Judging us for what we do! We bring joy to people everywhere! We help couples having sex problems! We help boys become men! We help women explore their sexuality! We BUILT the internet you fuck! Do you really think anyone would give a shit about being online if we hadn't put clips and images out there? Porn BUILT the internet commerce! Porn took computers out of the stone age!" Julie raged.

"Look, I didn't mean to insult you or anything else. The truth is I have a problem with porn, a real problem. I'm addicted to it! I have been going to counseling for six months now. I was making real progress. I hadn't even bought a fuck flick in two months! I didn't sneak off to the adult bookstore at 3am anymore so I could find some fucking porn! I hadn't fucked a hooker in 4 months! Nothing, do you get it, NOTHING!" Jim released.

"Whoa, calm down there jimmy. We didn't know. We are so used to people outside the industry judging us, we forget that there are people out there that take it too far. I can really see how people can be addicted to porn. I myself am a sex addict. The difference between us though; I have accepted it and live my life as who I am. You go to counseling to fix something you think is broken. Jimmy, your not broken. You like to watch people fucking, you like to fuck, it's normal, sex is normal." Jen soothed.

"Why didn't you ever reach out to us? Try to be a part of the world you were craving?" Julie asked.

"What, go into porn and loose my friends and family? What do I tell my mother? What do I do when I go back to my high school reunion? I wanted to be married with kids and have a normal life." Jim sobbed.

"Who do you think your mother would want you to be, a miserable lemming or a happy man doing what he loves? We have all had to make sacrifices in the industry. My father won't speak to me, I haven't tried to go to a reunion, but if I did those people never knew me anyway; why would I care what they think about what I do?" Julie said.

"Jimmy, it's better to be hated for something you are than loved for who you're not." Jen said softly.

Jen hugged him and Julie joined in. Jim felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off him as he thought about what they had said. Julie slid her hand down towards jims ass, she started rubbing it and grabbing it. Jen pulled her head away from Jim, looked at Julie and smiled. She took a step back from Jim and took off her top. Jim looked up and saw Jen topless in front of him.

"Let's exercise those demons Jimbo." Jen said seductively.

Julie stepped back from Jim and removed her top as well.

"What here in the open?" Jim said shocked.

"It's not like these people haven't seen people fucking before. Besides it will help you when we get rescued and you become a porn star." Jen said with a smile.

The two girls walked towards Jim and removed his shirt. They both moved their hands up and down his chest and back, while softly kissing his torso. Jim was a little nervous, he had never had sex in such a public place. Julie got on her knees and started unbuttoning his pants. Jen worked her way back up and started kissing him on the lips. Julie slid his pants down and exposed Jims rock hard cock. She vigorously engulfed the whole cock, burying her face against his body. Jim thought he was going to shoot his load down her throat right then. Julie started moving her head back and forth, each time pressing her face harder against him, as if she was trying to devour his body in one bite. Jim could feel his cock going down Julies throat, he had never had anyone suck his cock like that. It was the best cock sucking he had ever had. 

Jen was still kissing him, deeply, passionately, and lustful. Jen broke away from Jim, moved behind him and lowered herself to her knees. Jen grabbed Jims ass and spread his cheeks. Jim tried to clinch his ass cheeks, but Julies cock sucking was so good he couldn't focus on anything else.

Jen raised her face up, stuck out her tongue, and started licking his asshole. Jim was in ecstasy. He relaxed his ass completely so Jen could get better access to it. Jen circled his asshole, and slowly stuck her tongue inside him, each time a little further into him. Jim could feel Jens face pressing up against his ass. He thought "She must have her whole tongue up my ass." But then Julie would move and he would lose his place. 

Julie pulled her face off Jim's cock, stood up, and kissed Jim as hard as she could. Jim could taste his own pre-cum in Julies mouth, now in his mouth, making the wet saliva sticky and sweet. Jim moved his hands down to Julies waste. He moved his hands to the button on the front of her shorts. With a quick snap, he moved is hands down and pulled the zipper down. Julie wiggled her hips to shake the shorts off, and kicked them behind. She thrust her hips forward and pressed against Jim, never breaking away from his kiss.

Jim felt something unusual on his leg. He broke away from Julies kiss, pushing her back enough to see her now exposed cock.

"Fuck, are there any real girls here?" Jim said softly.

Jen stood up, walked in front of Jim and pulled her mini skirt down. She had a perfect pussy, shaved and glistening with pussy juice.

"Of course there are silly." Jen said with a huge grin.

"But you should really return the favor of Julie here and suck her cock." Jen added as she caressed her beautiful breasts.

Jen moved her hands down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She inserted one of her fingers into her wet pussy, and moved it in and out. She pulled her finger out and placed it on Jims lips. He stuck his tongue out and tasted Jens juicy finger. It tasted sweet, and he thrust his mouth down on her finger, sucking all the pussy juice off it, swirling his tongue all around her finger. 

Julie had moved around behind Jim and started pulling his ass cheeks apart. She licked her finger, started pressing it against Jims asshole. Her finger slipped in with ease, Jim was obviously relaxed and ready for her cock. She walked around Jim and got behind Jen. She spread Jens Legs, positioned her cock, and slowly inserted into Jens soaking pussy. Julie moved her cock in and out of Jens pussy a few times before pulling out. Julie walked behind Jim once again, positioned her cock, and started pushing it into Jims waiting asshole.

Jim was trying to relax his ass muscles so Julie could get her cock in his ass. He was still sucking Jens pussy juice covered finger when he felt Julies cock head penetrate his ass. He stopped sucking while he focused on relaxing his ass. Julie slid in a little, then backed up and pushed her cock deeper into Jim's ass. Each time she moved back, she would push harder into Jims ass. Jim finally felt Julies balls smack into his. Jim was relieved, Julie had a big cock and he wasn't sure he could take it if she was any longer. 

Jen laid down on the soft warm sand, spread her legs and started rubbing her clit. Jim could see how wet she was and wanted to lick her pussy while Julie was fucking his ass. 

"Get down her Jimmy. I want you to lick this pussy!" Jen commanded

Julie stopped pumping jims ass and pulled out. Jim got down on his hands and knees with his ass up high, stuck his tongue out and tasted Jen's pussy juice. It was so sweet, he wanted more. He felt Julie press her cock against his asshole and push deep within his wanting ass. Jim let out an groan as Julie went as far as she could in him. 

"She goes so much deeper at this angle! I love it" Jim thought.

"Fuck my ass Julie! Fuck me with your cock!" Jim commanded.

Jim put his mouth back on Jen's clit and started sucking and licking it. He moved his face down a little and stuck his tongue inside Jen's dripping pussy as far as he could go. 

"Yeah! Lick that pussy! Suck my clit! Ugh yeah! You look so good with a cock in your ass! Do you like it when she fucks you? Do you like a cock in your ass Jimmy?" Jen said

Jim kept licking Jen's pussy. He moved his head up and sucked on her clit, biting it softly so he could move his tongue faster over it. Julie was building up a good rhythm with Jim. He was pushing his ass back onto her cock.

"Oh yea Jim! You have a tight ass! Mmm it feels so good on my cock! I want to cum in you!" Julie said.

Jim saw the shadow on Jens stomach of someone standing nearby. He looked up and there were two men standing a few feet away from them. 

"That is fucking hot!" said a man as he started removing his pale green shorts.

"I got to get me some of that" said the other man while taking off his blue Bermuda shorts.

Jim looked at the two men as they moved towards Jens head. Jen opened her mouth and swallowed the first mans cock almost completely. She moved her head back and forth sucking his 9' cock, going further each time until she pressed her face against him. Jim cock was getting harder watching her suck the mans cock. 

Jim felt Julie lean forward on his back. When he looked back, the other man was pushing his cock into Julie's ass. It only took the man two strokes before he had buried his cock in Julies ass. Jim could feel the man's thrusts through Julie. Jim was in ecstasy with Julie fucking his ass and the thought of another man fucking her ass was even hotter for him. After a few strokes, Julie and the man found a good rhythm and Jim could feel her thrust going into his ass harder from the strokes of the other man. Jim closed his eyes and let out a moan.

"Fuck my ass! I want you to cum in me! I want to feel your hot cum in my ass! Cum in me!" Jim shouted.

Jim saw another man standing to his left with his cock out. Without thinking Jim lifted his head and started sucking the man's cock. It tasted so good, he didn't want to let go of it. He wanted to feel the hot cum in his mouth, then slide down his throat. The man moved his hips, trying to get Jim to swallow more of his cock. Jim couldn't take it, he had to take his mouth off the cock for air.

When he pulled his mouth away, Jim had a string of pre cum extending from his mouth to the man's cock.

"That is so fucking hot!" Jen said as she moved away from Jim.

The man sat down in front of Jim and slid his legs between Jim's arms, giving him full access to the 8' cock. Jim opened his mouth and took as much of the cock in as he could. He felt Julie's cock start throbbing and with a big thrust she emptied a load of cum deep in his ass. Jim could feel the warm cum flooding his ass as Julie thrust hard again pumping more cum deep within him. One more thrust and Julie stayed deep in his ass this time. He could feel the throbbing cock spasm inside him as she let out all the hot sticky cum she could into his ass.

Jim felt Julies cock slide slowly out of his ass. He focused on the cock in front of him, moving his head up and down on the cock. 

"You have such a tight ass Jimmy! I fucking love it!" Julie whispered in his ear.

Jim continued to suck the cock in front of him when he heard Jen say

"Come have a try at this"

Jim looked over and the man she was sucking was lying cock to cock with the man that had been fucking Julie's ass. Jim knew what she wanted him to do, and was eager to try. Jim stood slowly so none of Julies hot cum would escape, and moved over to the two men. 

"Let me help you with that." Jen said as she moved her mouth to his asshole. 

Jen started spreading Jims ass and started licking his asshole. Jims ass reacted by opening and letting all Julies cum out onto Jen's waiting tongue. Jen let it drip into her mouth and on her tongue. When she was sure she had most of it, she moved in front of Jim. Jen stood and opened her mouth showing Jim the mouthful of Julies cum. She leaned forward and kissed Jim on the mouth. Jim opened his mouth and let Jen push Julies load of cum into his mouth while they kissed. Jim felt the hot sticky cum that had been in his ass covering his tongue and coating his mouth as Jen moved her tongue against his. Jen moved away from Jim leaving his mouth full of hot cum. Jim smiled, opened his mouth showing Jen the cum covering his mouth, closed his mouth and swallowed the hot cum. Jen moved back towards him and kissed him deeper this time. When she moved away from the kiss, she moved her mouth up to Jims ear.




The Island Ch. 02



"You know what to do next." Jen whispered in his ear.

Jim knew what to do next. He lowered his asshole down to the waiting cocks below him. Jim felt the first cock touch his ass and he moved a little to adjust. Jim looked down and the man in front was looking down trying to guide his cock into Jim's asshole. Jim felt the cock as it touched his asshole, and he slowly slid down. When he had taken the head of the cock in his ass, he felt the tip of the second cock. Jim relaxed his ass and hoped Julies cum would be enough lube for his soon to be abused asshole. 

The new cock pressed hard against Jim's asshole. Jim asshole felt like it was splitting apart as the second cock squeezed into his cramped butthole. Jim felt the head of the cock slip past his sphincter. Jim was now being double fucked in his ass. Jim moved slowly up and down on the cocks, stretching his asshole. Jim was focused now, he wanted the two men to fill his ass with their hot cum. Jim slid all the way down, burying the two cocks deep within him and then moved back up. Jim felt so full with the two cocks, his ass felt like it was on fire as he moved faster on the two cocks. Jim was bouncing up and down, each time slamming his ass onto the two cocks.

After a few minutes, Jims legs began to tire. He lifted off the two cocks and the man behind him slid out from under him. Jim could feel the cool air going up his asshole that was now stretched more than ever. Jim pushed his ass back onto the cock below him and leaned forward exposing his asshole. Jim felt the second cock press against his asshole and slip in again. The two cocks thrust into him together a few times and then found a nice rhythm slamming into him. 

The man Jim had been sucking now stood before Jim. Jim opened his mouth and took the cock in his mouth. Jim tried to move his head but the rhythm of the two cocks made it difficult. The man Jim was sucking grabbed Jim's head and held it in place while he moved his cock in and out of Jims mouth. 

Jim could feel the two men in his asshole moving faster and knew they were going to shoot their hot cum inside him. The man in the back thrust into him harder than ever. Jim could feel the flood of cum spewing inside him. The man below him thrust his cock up Jim the same way, both men where cumming inside Jims ass at the same time. The thought of the two cocks flooding his ass and covering each other with the gooey fuck juice was so hot to Jim.

"Cum in my ass! That's it cum! Fuck my ass and cum in me!" Jim thought.

The two men thrust their cocks in him a few more times, squirting hot hot cum inside him. The man fucking Jims mouth started to moan.

"Suck that cock! Your so good at it! I want to cum in your mouth! I want to shoot my load down the back of your throat!" The man said.

The man fucking Jims mouth thrust hard into him. Jim gagged a little but then felt the man's gooey hot cum spurt in his throat. His cum tasted warm and salty as it filled Jim's mouth. Jim gulped down the cum, but as he did the man cock would spew more in his mouth. Jim swallowed each blast of cum without thinking. The man in Jim's mouth finished cumming, but Jim continued to hold his mouth on the cock, not wanting to let it leave. Jim finally released the cock from his mouth when he was sure there was no more cum in it. 

"Damn! You're a greedy cocksucker huh! You like that cum! You like it when I cum in you!" the man said.

"I want more! I want more cum!" Jim shouted.

Jim felt the man behind him slid his cock out of his asshole. Jim could still feel the cum inside his asshole as it closed around the cock of the man below him. 

"That was so fucking hot! You fuck so good! I fucking love you, you nasty cock lover!" Julie said

Jim pulled himself upright and pushed his ass further down on the cock below him, forcing it deeper inside him. Jim looked down at the man, he was handsome, well built with a nice muscular chest. Jim hadn't realized until now that he had cum during the ass fucking and cock sucking he was doing. There must have been at least two loads of his cum on the man below him.

"You gonna clean that off?" the man asked.

Jim slowly lifted off the man below him and moved back on his knees. Jim stuck his tongue out and started to lick his own cum off the man. He had never tasted his own cum, but he was licking every drop from this man and enjoying every drop. Jim filled his mouth with the cum from the stomach of the man, not letting any escape. With his mouth full of cum, Jim grabbed the mans cock, pressed it against his lips, and slowly put it in his mouth trying not to spill any of the cum. 

Jim could feel his gaping asshole leaking cum down his balls, when he felt a tongue start licking the leaking cum. He swallowed the load of his own cum, pulled off the cock he was sucking and looked back. It was Jen behind him gathering all the cum that had been inside his hot gaping asshole. 

Jen licked the cum from his balls, working her way back up to his burning open asshole. Jen stuck her tongue inside Jim's open asshole and worked it around trying to free more cum. Jim felt so hot right now with the tongue in his ass. He tried to push the cum from his asshole for Jen, and as he squeezed he could feel the massive double load of cum ooze out onto Jen's waiting tongue. A few more pushes and Jen moved away from Jim's wet and sticky asshole. The man below Jim moved to make way for Jen. Jim sat up on his knees as Jen once again moved in front of him. Jen opened her mouth and exposed more cum than Jim had ever seen. Jen moved her head forward and Jim opened his mouth to accept her gift of hot stick cum. Their tongues swirled around each other mixing cum between their mouths. 

Jen finally moved as much cum into Jim mouth as she could. Jen broke away from the kiss and stood up above Jim. Jim looked up at Jen and opened his mouth so Jen could let the remaining cum in her mouth drip down into Jims full waiting mouth. When Jen finished, Jim closed his mouth and swallowed every drop of cum. 

Jim looked up at Jen and smiled.

"That was so fucking hot!" Jim said.

"I know. You are a natural! Better yet, you have now doubled the amount of people you can fuck." Jen said smiling.

"I think I'm going to like being stranded here." Jim said.



The Island Ch. 02



Wow, well, thank you to anyone who has managed to bear with me for such a ridiculously long time. Here is the second installment, and apologies both for its lateness and for the lack of erotic fun in this one – its more of a plot chapter, but hopefully if you've read the 1st part you'll understand that I like a good story!! Anyway, it will all hot up soon I promise – as always don't forget to vote and let me know your thoughts, they really do make me write faster!!!

Roses x

*** 

2.

Lux scrutinized her 'cell' with interest. 

The room was not very large, but was by far the most comfortable accommodation she had experienced in a very long time. In a moment of glee she flung herself at the bed; a large heavily cushioned affair with heavy cotton claret covers. A bed! She had not slept in a real bed for years...

Some prisons the Panthera had! 

She had been led here by a girl, presumably another Panthera maid, when they had released her from that hideous room. She had no concept of how much time had passed since her capture, or since the attack in that room, but she was no longer bound or blindfolded – and this room looked more than comfortable. 

Of course, the door to this room was still locked. No surprise there. Lux was well aware that even without that barrier she'd have no idea or hope of escape...If she could remember her way through the labyrinth of twists and turns and find her way past inevitable guards outside, she would still be on a potentially very large island. She doubted the Panthera left valuable and rare boats lying around the water's edge either...Nope, she was in this for the long run.

Her musing was interrupted by the beeping of the keypad to her door.

It swung open, and a woman walked in.

This one was more impressive than the mousey looking maid. Lux eyed her suspiciously. 

She strode purposely across the room as the door swished closed behind her, barely casting a glance at Lux. Depositing a tray on the table in the corner, the woman poured a glass of liquid from a jug, and turned towards Lux to hand it to her.

'If this is drugged, so be it..' Lux thought, before gratefully grabbing the glass and downing its contents.

This time, it was the woman's turn to analyze Lux. 

Lowering the glass, Lux looked right back. It reminded her of two wild animals squaring up against each other for the first time in the forest.

The woman was tall, with a strong but curvaceous figure. Her ebony skin gleamed. She wore a black shift which covered one shoulder, clung to her curves and ended in a slanted hem that started dangerously high on her right thigh and ended by her left knee. Having appraised Lux, she let out a slight snort.

"So, you're what all the fuss is about.....Makes sense." Her voice was deep and smooth. She cocked an eyebrow.

Lux had been taking a moment to consult her gut, which was usually reliable, and decided that although clearly a force to be reckoned with, this woman did not seem hostile.

"From where I'm sitting, not a lot makes much sense, actually," she retorted wearily. "For instance, are all Panthera prison cells this lush?"

The woman looked surprised for a second, before letting out a startlingly rich laugh. 

"Honey, if you were in prison here, you'd really know about it. This is...well, we don't use these rooms often. I've a feeling they aren't quite sure what to do with you..." She grinned at Lux and pulled up a chair, straddling it backwards and crossing her arms over the back, all the time surveying her with apparent amusement.

Lux gave up trying to decode her situation and sighed. She clearly wasn't about to be assaulted at this very moment, and hell was she tired.

The strange woman's gaze softened slightly. 

"Look, you must be ravenous. Eat." 

She reached out and passed Lux a bowl full of something liquid and steaming. A savoury, appetising smell bombarded her and it was all Lux could do not to throw it down her throat. When the bread followed, she tore great chunks off it and immersed them before wolfing them down. She wasn't about to re-train herself to use a spoon right now.

The woman observed Lux's enthusiastic progress with mild amusement as she began to talk.

"They don't get beautiful women trying to attack them very often you see... The Panthera scouts...So now you're here, and they don't know whether to initiate you with the consorts or imprison you!" She chuckled quietly.

That made Lux pause, broth or no broth.

"Hey, I did NOT attack them. They chased after me. I was running AWAY. I only fought back when they caught up with me. Bastards can't even fight fair..." Lux's eyes shone angrily.

The woman's face sobered rapidly and a wave of emotions crossed over it faster than Lux could interpret them. Two she recognised easily though, as they played across the stranger's face. One was anger, and another she could have sworn was fear.

"You dress like a rebel, a hunter." The woman stated.

Lux knew better than to pursue the topic of her capture. She also knew better than to talk too much.

"I am no hunter." She replied, spitting the word out. She lowered the near empty bowl, and met the woman's frank gaze. 

"Look; I don't know what they think, hell, I don't even know who 'they' are, but I'm not going to cause trouble. I have spent a very long time simply surviving. I am not an idiot." The part about trouble was not strictly untrue, at present, anyway. Lux had no desire to find out what 'real' Panthera prison was like. She was smart enough to know when playing nice was needed.

The woman seemed to believe her, at least. She nodded curtly.

"Well, I'm Luca."

"Lux," She replied. She had a feeling some important boundary had just been crossed.

Luca smiled.

"Well, Lux, I suppose you have lots of questions. But I'm not technically the one who should be answering them. It is not up to me to decide where you belong, but no doubt my warder will be paying you a visit later."

"Warder?" Lux queried.

"Do you know the structure of Pantheon at all? How we work here? You know our name...." 

Crap. Lux hadn't even meant to let that slip...that was careless. Still, she could do her usual trick and simply tell the truth – to a certain extent. 

It was both a curse and a blessing that Lux was a terrible liar. On one hand, it should make life and times like this harder, but in reality, she found the selective truth was both easier to stick to and more easily believed. She had become quite the expert at giving selectively edited information....

"I know of the Panthera," She replied smoothly, "I've heard that you're one of the biggest tribes around. But I've never met one of your people..." 

'...At least not to talk to..,' she thought.

Lux decided she might as well go the whole way with this discussion.

"I have heard that the Panthera keep women as sex slaves...." 

Luca snorted slightly.

"...And that they are ruthless. It was evident from the way your scouts fought that they must be of a large, organised tribe – they clearly weren't rogue hunters. As far as I'm aware, the Panthera are the only large tribe around."

"You are not of a tribe yourself?" Luca asked. The question sounded idle, but her sharp gaze betrayed it. Lux suspected little could escape this woman.

"No." Lux replied

No, she wasn't now. 

"I travel and manage alone."

This seemed to satisfy Luca. Her shoulders relaxed as she began to talk.

"Well, you got some things right. The Panthera, we, are big. We are organised. And we have a system, and the women's role here in the city of Pantheon is to see to the needs of our men."

'Well, that is a nice way to phrase it...'Lux thought.

Luca continued. "But we are not forced. There is no slavery here. The women nearly always come to the city of their own free will, many beg to be brought here." 

Lux couldn't help but raise a sceptical eyebrow.

"Have you ever heard of the mainland? Have you been there?" Luca asked, noting Lux's cynicism.

"I know of it, but have not been." Lux replied.

Lux's father had mentioned the mainland when she was young, but very little. He had grown up on the Islands too, had never seen it, but he took great care to pass on what history he knew of those days and people before him. If the stories were to be believed, she knew that by comparison to the mainland the Islands looked safe.

"Well, with the exception of those born here, most of the women here come from the mainland. If you had lived some of their lives, you would know why Pantheon is paradise to them."Luca's lips tightened, and her gaze distanced.

Lux knew better than to pursue this topic further.

"You mentioned a man was your...warder? What is that?"

"It means he has chosen me as his sole consort." Luca paused, searched for the right place to start explaining;

"Here, we have tiers. Tiers of men, and of women to serve each level. At the very top of the men, there is of course the King and Prince; royalty. The women that serve them form the Higher Tier."

"Next, there are those men that directly serve royalty; his advisors and those with the highest positions - generals of the scouts, their immediate guards, and etcetera. They are served by the women of the Second Tier. Then comes the next level down – general guards, overseers – they have the Third Tier of women. Last is the general population, the men who work in the industries, and the Fourth Tier of women."

Lux's mind raced, which took a lot.

"How...how big is the city?" She asked in disbelief.

"Pantheron has around two thousand."

Lux's mind was boggling. Two thousand? She had never heard of so many people together, and of so many women...She could barely get her head round it.

Oblivious to her shock, Luca continued.

"So the men are served by the women of their Tier, and they may chose who they wish to be with, when they wish. It keeps the men - society, even – peaceful. Ours is a culture of love not hatred, and of shared love. But, if he wishes, a man may chose one woman from his Tier as his sole consort. It does not happen very often."

"Why? What does that mean?" Lux composed herself and focused on Luca's explanation.

"It usually happens when a man develops a very close attachment or preference to one of the consorts. He may name her as his chosen 'sole consort'. This means that she may only serve him, and no other, unless someone should ask permission and he allows it. However, once a man chooses a sole consort, and becomes her 'warder' he loses his right to the other consorts in the Tier. So you see, it is a big commitment and sacrifice on the man's part...."

Lux thought she understood. Just about.

"The law of warders was introduced early in Pantheon's existence, after a fight between two men. One had become attached to a consort and became so jealous when his friend chose her to pleasure him one night that he tried to kill him...afterwards it was decided that those who would give up all other women for one consort may have sole rights to her."

Lux shook her head in bafflement. When you put it like this, it all almost sounded reasonable...This Panthera law stuff was some twisted shit. She refused to be brainwashed.

"Sooooo....what Tier are you in?" Lux hoped this wasn't some invasive personal question.

Luca smiled. "I'm in the second Tier. My warder, Ethen, is personal advisor to Prince Felis. You can tell by a woman's dress and mark what tier she is in, and whether she has a warder."

Luca gestured to the intricate tattoo on her left upper arm. The band around the arm was a complex woven design that split and formed a ring in the centre, in which lay a symbol like a double loop. The whole design was tattooed in black, save for a red ring around the double loop.

Hell, Lux thought, they even branded their women here.

"Higher Tier women wear dark red silk shifts. Second tier wear black. Third wear grey, and fourth simple white." Luca finished.

Lux was exhausted. She felt simply overawed by the whole concept. There was one last question that needed to be asked though.

"So," she ventured, "How and who decides what tier a woman belongs to?"

"Well," Luca replied, matter of factly, "Several trusted men are nominated by the King to oversee the selection process; one for each tier. First, the woman is assessed according to her beauty. Then, she must prove her ability with regards to satisfying men. The higher the tier, the more beautiful and adept a lover a woman is."

***

Lux spent a good deal of time after Luca had left just absorbing everything the woman had told her. She had known that the Panthera were advanced and large, but it alarmed her to comprehend just how large. How they had rested so close for so very long without her knowing. 

It took a great deal to alarm Lux. 

She was in the same room, she was not permitted to leave. Meeting Luca may have enlightened her slightly as to her situation, but her uncertain fate was not unchanged. So frustrating, to sit and wait to be told what others held in store for you. So against everything she had fought for through her life.

Lux was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the bed and sleep, but she sat up suddenly. This was not the time. There was something to be done first, that she had put off far too long.

She reached up and unzipped the front of her leather suit a few inches. Sliding her hand along the underside of the fabric, she found the small pocket hidden close to her skin inside the suit. She reached inside and carefully extracted a small square object wrapped in fabric.

Laying it on the bed in front of her, she unwound the strip of cloth to reveal the small rectangular razor blade. It had been in the pocket a long, long time. She picked it up and bounced the light of its tarnished surface; it was never new, and was inevitably not as sharp as it should be, but that was probably best for its purpose. 

Lux lay the blade down beside her on the bed, and drew her knees up the bed to reach down to her right ankle. She prized the leather leg of her suit up and paused a moment.

There it was, black against her pale skin, just above the ankle bone. Small enough to be inconspicuous, especially these days, at a time when no one thought to look for it. But she cursed herself. It was her ridiculous nostalgia than prevented her from doing this years ago, when she had been given the razor and advised to. She had known it was good advise, but she was reluctant to lose it, this mark of what once was, her old ties....so she had tucked away the blade until such a time as it was essential, ignoring the risk that there may be no warning.

She thanked whatever luck it was that the tattoo had remained unnoticed; that so far she had been left in the leather suit. Even with the opportunity now, removing it was risky. Someone might catch her out, or get suspicious....and she could only heal so fast....

...but those were risks she just had to accept. She picked up the razor and carefully pierced the leather of the suit leg, just above the tattoo, before using her fingers to tear a jagged flap loose. No use trying to claim she had cut herself during her capture struggle if her suit was intact.

Next, she lined up the cloth, ready to tie her ankle tight and stem the bleeding.

Gritting her teeth, she lowered the blade to her flesh.

***

Ethan knocked on the heavy mahogany door and waited for a response. The corridor was quiet, as usual. The prince's quarters always seemed to be quiet, these days.... 'all work and no play' he mused.

"Come in." The voice sounded weary even through the door.

Ethan slid through into the study beyond. There was an open fire in the polished granite fireplace, otherwise the only light came from the desk lamp. Shadows bounced off the rows of books on the walls. It was ordered but cosy, a sharp contrast from its twin room, the king's study. The king preferred glass and steel, a minimalist collection of the most expensive materials on trade. The King and the Princes quarters were mirror images of each other, standing side by side with the joint lounges between, but they couldn't be further from each other in atmosphere.

Behind the desk, a figure was bowed over a book, writing. His hair was a mass of tousled wavy brown, a shade not dissimilar to the mahogany desk, curling round his ears and sweeping across his forehead. The man drew his hand through his hair, falling back into the chair with a tired sigh. His startling amber eyes met Ethan's.

"Your Highness," Ethan bowed slightly.

"Ethan, how are you?" Prince Felis smiled at his oldest friend. 

"Well, thank you ..... you however, look knackered...." Ethan grinned. They never kept formalities up for long when alone.

Felis rolled his eyes. "Sit down Ethan...and help yourself to the decanter," he gestured to a crystal decanter of wine and two untouched glasses on the sideboard. 

Ethan shook his head but pulled a chair up closer to the fire, across from the Prince. His face turned serious.

"Really though, Felis, you are working too hard. You need a break...." He began, knowing full well it was fruitless having this discussion. Prince Felis was nothing if not stubborn.

"You know with my Father away, there is a great deal to do, Ethan – He is doing a good job out there. He expects the same of me."

"You know you do a good job, Felis. You are your hardest critic. Your Father , the King, would be lost without you – Pantheon would be chaos."

Felis gave him a stern look. "The King and I may disagree on...well, many things, but there's no denying he is an amazing business man Ethan. Without the mainland trading we would have serious trouble also..."

Ethan nodded and rolled his eyes. The King had a hard head for resource trading, but with that came some questionable morals. "At least your father knows how to play hard too, Felis.....when was the last time you relaxed? At least when the King is home you are forced to retire to the lounge after dinner, no sneaking off to the study....I'm sure the Higher Circle are killing each other in frustration!" Ethan laughed. 

Prince Felis scowled at him. "Was there a point to your gracious visit, Ethan?" He drawled sarcastically, "Or do I have to order you to go guard something?" He grinned. If in doubt, pull rank.

Ethan raised his hands in mock defeat. "Ok, ok! I'll quit the nagging... Actually, there was a point."

Felis cocked an eyebrow in query.

"The new girl, the one they checked in yesterday. From North Island."

"Rare that we get one from the Islands...was she a hunter captive?" Felis asked. He'd heard a new girl had arrived, but he hadn't paid the news much attention.

"Apparently, she was found alone. Also, it would appear, she didn't exactly volunteer to come here..."

Ethan paused and tried to find the best way to phrase what he wanted to say. Felis gave him a heated look. "Spit it out, Ethan. What have the scouts been doing."

"Apparently, she fought like a hellcat. They decided she might be a threat, so they sedated her and brought her in captive. ..Coincidentally, she's also rather beautiful." Ethan added the last part with a hint of sarcasm.

" So to put it bluntly, they saw something they wanted, got more than they bargained for, and now no one knows what to do about it." Felis replied, his voice laced with anger. "They know the law. Did she attack them first?"

"They say so, but Luca has spoken with her. The girl stated very firmly the contrary – and Luca was inclined to believe her." 

"Your Luca is usually rather good at work the truth out of people." Felis sighed in exasperation. "Did they touch her? God, this is getting out of control." Felis stood up suddenly and began to pace. His eyes were flaming.

Ethan reached out and touched his arm reassuringly. "I don't think they would have, Felis. They aren't utterly stupid, and if she behaves, she's possibly Higher Circle material. The boys know that's a bad idea. Though ideally, it should never happen..." he tailed off. It was no good stating the obvious yet again, that the King didn't care how lapse the scouts were getting with the law, and that crime in Pantheon was on the up. 




The Island Ch. 02



"We need to make examples of them, at least. The King is away. I am in charge. I will not stand for it. Put them in isolation and bar them the rights to their circle for a month, and make sure a statement is released reminding all scouts that only rescued or willing women return to the city, and they are not to be touched." Prince Felis slapped his hand down on the desk.

"Yes, sir," Ethan replied seriously, "and what of the girl?"

"You say your Luca has talked with her. What do you think?" 

Ethan thought for a moment. "Its a tough call. Luca says that although she distrusts us, she seems willing to cooperate. I hope she will not be a problem, that we can test and rank her. If she does not cooperate at all, we wont have a choice but to imprison her I suppose – she has seen too much of the city and may know our location now. It worries me that she came from North Island though – as far as I was aware there have only been hunters passing through the islands for a decade..."

"You think she may be a threat?" 

"Possibly...but then...she did not chose to come here. We should watch her nonetheless."

"I agree. Place her in the empty second tier corridor, tonight. Make her comfortable, and then I trust you to assess her. If you think her suitable you may show her the city, and test her yourself." 

Ethan nodded seriously. "Anything else, your highness?"

"Not that immediately comes to mind, Ethan, thank you." Felis closed the book on the table, and reached for the wine decanter with a sigh.

Ethan suppressed a grin. "Are you sure you don't wish for a consort or three to keep you company? Your father swears by a little entertainment after book keeping.. " He asked, slyly.

Prince Felis threw a book at Ethan's retreating back, and listened to his advisor's chuckle as it receded down the corridor. 

*** 

Lux explored her new quarters with interest. It was slightly more extravagant than the last room; a large bed, covered with cushions in shades of black, grey and silver. The walls were the same dark rock as the corridors that Ethan had lead her down; uneven, and speckled with some glimmering shards of mineral. The light gleamed off them when Lux moved.

This room held a dressing table with a mirror, a small cushioned stool. Lux gazed at her reflection. She looked like a wild animal, dirt smudged on one cheek, her hair tangled. 

Looking over at the bed, she examined the pile of things that Ethan had left her. There was a thick, fluffy white towelling robe, which Lux had the overwhelming urge to bury her face in...but then she remembered how filthy she was, and stopped herself. Ethan had also left her a collection of small bottles. She opened one, and inhaled. It smelt of wild island flowers; exotic and feminine. Lux had a moment of pure nostalgia; she hadn't used cosmetics since she was a child. So many years of washing in the ocean. Of untangling salty hair with her fingers.

She picked up the hairbrush and ran her fingers over the bristles.

*** 

Prince Felis sat nursing his wine glass in the study, and watched the girl move around the room on the screen before him. He'd been curious to see what the island girl looked like.

He watched her pick up the objects one by one, smelling the shampoo and caressing the brush as though they were foreign objects. He tracked from camera to camera as she tentatively explored the corridor. The wooden doors held identical empty rooms, but the girl only found them locked. All except for the one at the end of the corridor, which Ethan had mentioned was the bathroom. 

The view panned from the corridor security cameras to one in the bathroom – there were few rooms in the whole of Pantheon which didn't have a security camera fitted. 

She paused when she stepped into the polished silver and white room. In the centre was a large square sunken bath, which she began to run. She looked around in awe as the bath began to fill, lightly touching the fluffy white towels on the rail, running her fingers over the mirror.

Prince Felis found himself fascinated by her reactions to everything, objects and rooms that to him seemed so mundane, just another identical Second Circle corridor, well furnished, but nothing compared to the royal quarters. He had been on trips to the mainland, and slept out on the island, but to live wild on one of the islands...he imagined the girl must have had a hard life.

The bath was almost full, and she began to unzip the suit which covered her from neck to ankles. Felis watched as the leather peeled away from her pale skin, exposing her athletic but feminine frame. She slid into the water, and he could almost hear her sigh as the warm water enveloped her. She submerged herself completely. 

Felis tapped a control on screen, and the camera zoomed in slightly. The girl resurfaced and stretched out on her back in the water, her eyes closed, black hair floating out in a fan around her head. For a moment she looked utterly peaceful, as though she were sleeping. Then her eyes opened and Felis almost dropped his wine.

Green eyes like a wild cat's seemed to look almost directly through the camera, although she couldn't possibly see it, behind the mirrored glass on the ceiling. Her gaze was so heated, so intense; it seemed to cut right through him.

Felis stared back for a moment, acknowledging a wealth of determination and behind it just a flavour of pain, vulnerability, fear.

He flipped a switch and the screen plunged into blackness. The eyes stayed with him for a moment longer.

He shook his head, and downed the last of the wine in his glass. Ethan was right, he needed a break. Perhaps he should call for one of the girls after all. He deliberated it, then headed to bed alone. What he really needed was sleep.

***



The Island Ch. 02



In the past few years since he had found himself stranded on her island, Demetrius had become one of The Princess' most loyal confidants within her realm. In more recent times, however, her paranoia, he had imagined, was getting the better of her. With supposed threats to her power coming from various directions, she had come to explain his new mission; she needed him to acquire information on who might be planning what conspiracies and with whom.

He had much to thank the Princess for his life of luxury and his own power within this female dominated realm. Upon her ascension to the throne --she chose to keep the title "Princess" because it flowed much better to her ears—- she had brought him with her from the jungle where they had discovered each other. In him, she found a trusted loyal subject who matched her intellect and ambition and in her he found a powerful confidant whose passion was unrivaled. 

He hadn't denied any of her requests in the past, and he played numerous roles under her leadership. From entertaining, and sometimes servicing, visiting dignitaries, to advising her on matters of state, he enjoyed the influence he wielded under her direction. And today, there was no reason to resist anything she offered now. It was in his best interest to insure that the Princess' control of her island and lands beyond remained intact.

Her initial suggestion in strategy was rather simple. Request audiences with various advisors and gauge their actions with well placed referrals to the Princess and the realm. He sent a note to each of the various advisors stating simply, "Upon the Princess' request, a private audience is requested to discuss discreet matters."

The message was veiled enough, yet he still wondered if he could earn confidence without raising suspicion while keeping a guise of formality.

Returning to his chambers from a regular walk around the castle grounds, he was preparing for a leisurely evening. The past few days had worn on him, and he needed relaxation. The cool colors of the sunset cast shadows in his chambers as he relaxed in the steamy water of the tub, allowing thoughts of strategy on how to continue to best serve his Princess in such an important mission.

Drying himself as the door opened without announcement, two girls whom he had recognized as servants to Lady V, whom he knew little more than her name, entered the room with an air of formality. 

He stood with a towel covering his waist, continuing to dry his hair, watching them as they stood on either side of the door. Their petite but curvy frames were covered in a matching black sheer full length dresses, parting just below their perky breasts and revealing matching black bikini bottoms. With their high heels increasing their short stature, they looked upon him with an air of inquisitive disdain as they motioned for him to come. 

"Demetrius" the taller of the two commanded, "Our Lady requests your presence in her chambers."

He tossed his towel aside. Not expecting a response so soon, he began to grow fearful that if it was indeed Lady V causing such fearful thoughts in the Princess, she was impatient in her possible plans. He hadn't really formulated a course of action, and this sudden request for his presence only increased the need to maintain composure. 

The shorter of the two girls grabbed his robe; helping to slide it over his shoulders before he tied it taught as the two of them led him down the hall.

Although much shorter than his tall frame, they kept a pace he struggled to maintain as they ascended the stairs to the next level. Upon the end of a long hallway, they opened the double doors and stood on either side, as if his entrance fully expected as he entered the expansive chamber. The two closed the door behind him and stood guard.

He took in the chambers; a spacious room with an expansive window overlooking the southern grounds. The long white drapes rippled carelessly by the wind as he studied a sitting area with a plush red couch and two easy chairs facing the window. A luxurious raised bed, adorned in red and gold splendor, faced the door. A door behind the bed led somewhere beyond sight.

He glanced out the window, seeing some of the townsfolk walking idly in the setting sun as the night quickly descended with candlelight growing stronger within the room.

After a couple of minutes of silence, the rear door opened and she walked out with an air of confidence and authority. Her figure was indeed a ravaging sight of sensuality. Tall and voluptuous, her curvaceous figure was decorated in a deep cut short white dress framed below and sheer white stockings. Her dark hair draped down her shoulders and back, flowing in the breeze as she approached the front of the sitting area.

"Demetrius," she had a naturally seductive tone, yet with command. "To what do I owe this 'honor' of your request for a private audience?" The lingering and slight sardonic use of the language put him on guard for a trap.

"It had come to my attention that we had not yet met," he responded with a strong tone, "and, as you may know, it is my duty to know all that comes through the Princess' realm." 

"I see," she said slowly and with slight suspicion, "why now? With all that has happened in the past couple of weeks, I should fear that you are investigating people." Her piercing green eyes looked inquisitively upon him, inspecting the robe and demanding the correct response.

Relying on quick wit to insure the success of the mission, he searched for a response. "My Lady, your fears are, of course, with foundation. But I assure you that this is normal procedure but just a bit late due to attention of other duties at hand. Whereas it is indeed a shame of the latest threats on the Princess' rule, there is no suspicion nor any accusations cast on anyone in particular." His eyes focused on hers as he continued, "I am only bound by my duties to the state to insure that everyone is greeted properly, and I do apologize for it having taken so long to introduce myself."

"Ah yes," she snickered, "the Princess' most loyal servant, sent to extract information from her new advisors. Does she have no shame?" 

Her words inflamed as she spoke of the Princess. However, he could not tell if it was from anger or jealousy or, even, an ulterior motive.

She waved her hand as he started to respond, "no mind, though, for there is nothing I have to hide." Her eyes now focused on him again, "And I had thought there were no formalities in Her land, it of course being so long since anyone has visited. Do tell, what type of greetings should I expect?" She said, somewhat suggestively.

"Well, my Lady, I had something more formal planned, and this reception has forced somewhat of a rushed response, I must admit," he responded quickly.

She scoffed, "no need to be formal with me." Waving her hand, "do tell, what does the Princess intend to do in regards to the latest threats?" she moved to the couch and took a seat, her white dress contrasting sharply with the red cloth, motioning for him to come closer.

"My Lady, I am not at liberty to say..." he started to respond, aware that she was attempting to extract information herself.

"Very well," she raised her hand to stop him, "I expected you to say that. You are very loyal to your Princess, and I can appreciate that fact. We all need loyalty in our quest for our own gains." 

Her hands slid down her shoulders, resting on her hips, "but tell me," she looked with inquiring eyes, "how loyal are you to her? Your loyalty for her is legendary, but what are you willing to do for her?"

"My Lady, I am here to please her, to assure her safety and to be loyal to all those who are loyal to her." 

"I see," she said, now leaning back a bit on the couch, the curves of her breasts now pushing forth on the top of her dress with intention, "and did she send you here to assure my own pleasure?"

"She does not know that I am here, my Lady," he grinned meekly, "I requested an audience on my own to better know you."

"Ahh" she grinned, "a break from the Princess, huh? I am sure she knows you are here, though, as she has people everywhere." Her legs parted slightly, revealing the inner thighs, barely covered by the sheer white stockings. "And what will she say if she finds you here. I am sure that I am under suspicion for her latest threats."

"I will of course relay to her the developments of her loyal advisors." He nodded, lowering his head with respect.

Her demeanor changed as she leisurely looked upon his tall broad frame, "Do come closer, do not be shy," she smiled, her hand running up her thigh a bit, "why are you so loyal to her when she treats you with such contempt?"

Realizing that she was attempting to pit or test him, he gave a slight appearance of surprise as he stood closer to the couch before her. He could never know if this were a test of the Princess, he would not put it past her. "But the Princess treats me well, freedom, pleasure, the ability to..."

She cut him off quickly, raising her voice, "Were you not imprisoned a few months ago on the pretense of insubordination? After displaying such loyalty?!? Left to the whims of the guards, forced to live in the dark for long periods of time?"

He nodded, looking down with a bit of shame as she continued, "left in the dungeon, no comforts of any kind, no word of when you would be released? Such maltreatment you received from your lofty Princess for a small misunderstanding and simple slip of the tongue?"

He nodded again in affirmation, "Yes, what you say is true my Lady."

"Then why are you still so loyal to her? Would you not want someone who would be more attentive to YOUR needs and wants, someone who would be willing to raise you to a higher rank in the land, control armies, have more power, slave girls at your beck and call, all the pleasure you would want?"

He raised his head, realizing her stance and indulging her, "But that could not be possible, as I was not born within this land and was taken in by the Princess through her generous hospitality."

Her legs now separated slightly more, her hand now enticingly caressing along her hips and stomach. "Come now, anything is possible, Demetrius, you only have to know how to get it. Come over here a bit closer for me." 

As he stepped closer, she reached up with her hands and slid the knot of his robe free, letting the robe open up, "Mmm..." she purred, her eyes rising up and down his figure, "let me see what it is that the Princess has to offer me today." She snapped her fingers as the two servant girls slid to his side, sliding the robe down his arms and leaving his masculinity naked before her.

"Oooh," she cooed, "a very nice offering indeed," her hands now roaming up her chest and sliding down the top of her dress, revealing a white, lace bra covering her ample, round breasts. 

The breeze was cool and brushed across his flaccid member, her eyes gazing up his large frame with inspecting eyes. She leaned back into the couch leisurely, "what would you do if something were to happen to the Princess? Would you be loyal to anyone, or any group, of leaders who would fill her void?"

"I" he stammered, the question coming on strong, "I am bound to assure that won't happen."

"Yes, Yes," she insisted, "but what if it DID happen? Would you still be bound by loyalty to her regime?" She snapped her fingers and her two servant girls were at his side. "And, what if in that case, it was insured that such beauties as these, and maybe more, would be loyal to your pleasure and satisfaction?"

The two girls ran their hands over his broad chest, along his fit stomach and along his thighs as she continued, "to do with as YOU please, as YOU want? Wouldn't that fit you well?" 

Four hands caressed his skin in the cool air, a slight swelling of arousal as Lady V grabbed his hands, pulling him closer and, standing up before him looked directly into his eyes. Her stature was as tall as his, her curves captivating as she held both of his hands out towards her, "and to be pleased in all your waking moments?" Her two servant girls now gripped his growing member with a hand each, holding it as it started to grow to their soft touch.

Combined by her bosom heaving before him and the touches of her loyal servants, she had succeeded in weakening his mind with lust. But he kept his faculties as he consumed the knowledge that he very well could have been infiltrating the coup d' taut that seemed more and more apparent by the moment. He played along, The Princess' suspicions now coming to reality. 

Her hands ran up his shoulders as she placed her hands on his cheeks, looking piercingly into his eyes, "Doesn't that sound like a better existence than fear of being put into the dungeon at her whims?" 

He nodded his head, "It just isn't possible," he stammered, his mind now battling as the two hands started to stroke his now full thick length, the throbbing now pulsating through his body as she pulled her hands from his face and walked away. 

"My dear Demetrius," she chuckled as the two girls grabbed his hands and led him to sit on the couch, "let's speak hypothetically, though." The two servants slid onto their knees between his legs. Their hands held his member up, yet his eyes still focused on her. "If it WAS possible, would you not jump at the chance?"

As she spoke, he felt the warm softness of lips on the tip of his member, releasing a small groan as he glanced down, seeing one small hand holding his member as the other servant kissed the swollen head.

"Tsk, Tsk," she chuckled, "eyes up here, Demetrius!" she stood at the foot of the bed and turned back towards him with a consuming and seductive gaze. The warm mouth descended down his shaft a bit more, sending searing pleasure through his body, the hand now pumping the lower half of his with precision as his stifled moans were apparent in his eyes.

He nodded, letting out a small grunt and moan as he drank in her figure. Her breasts held perfectly in the lace, her wide hips and long, tone legs supporting her as she waited for an answer. "I would be crazy to say no, My Lady."

She grinned, looking back as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching him as her two servants pleasured him, "and would you not enjoy this type of pleasure on a daily basis?" She raised a brow, "It could be arranged."

He let a moan escape, the two now diligently and alternating their attention on his swollen member. His eyes trying to stay focused on her as she slipped the dress from the rest of her body. She let him savor her curves covered with her white lace bra and matching sheer stockings that stopped short of her hips. "Of course I would. But what would I need to do?"

She smiled wide, snapping her fingers again as the two ladies promptly pulled themselves from between his legs, leaving his throbbing member lying on his stomach. "Come here, Demetrius," she curled her finger as she cupped her hands under her breasts and wrapped her fingers around their curves, "come and taste what I can offer you."

He stood up, his member bouncing with each step closer towards the bed. She slipped her stockings off and slid back on the bed, propping her back up on the exorbitant amount of pillows as she laid back, her legs together as he approached the bed. 

"If you are loyal, as you say, then you will have no problem" she spread her legs, bent at the knees, resting her hands on her knees, "in pleasing me tonight." 

He crawled onto the bed slowly, watching her present herself as she watched him kiss along her feet, "Yes, that's right, show me that you're willing."

He rested his chest onto the bed, wrapping his arms under her thighs as he kissed down her inner thigh. His ass bent over the edge of the bed. 

She pulled her hands over her breasts and one back down her stomach, running her hands through his hair and pulled him to her moisture. Extending his tongue, he tasted her, slowly caressing his tongue up and down the length of her moistening lips. 

Her taste, sweet and divine, sent his tongue into a frenzy as he pushed his face between her legs, with guidance from her hands pulling on his hair, "That's right, just like that, show me you're willing" she continued to encourage.

As he darted his tongue between her folds, she let her moans became more audible. Her head and body relaxing back into the pillows as her wetness continued to cover his reward hi lips and tongue. He moaned at her taste, her hands now wrapping around his head pulling him towards her as her back arched. 

Although his tongue slipped along her inner folds, her hips guided his pace and hands guided his angle as she maintained control. 

"Yes," she moaned, "yes, show me" as he continued to explore her taste with his tongue, her hips undulated to him with more encouragement.

"The Princess has treated you poorly, Demetrius" she exclaimed between low moans, "I will ALWAYS treat you better." 

He tried nodding his head, but his single minded focus was directed on her taste flowing along his tongue. Lapping, he savored her sweet offering as he felt her hips become more erratic, her body tensing more, her back arching and pushing her heat to him.

She let out a sharp moan as she pushed back into the pillows and let her nectar splash against his tongue and lips. He moaned, accepting her as he feasted on her orgasm, feeling her coat his lips and chin.

No sooner had she exploded and relaxed, did she push his head away, holding his head up with her hands in her hair, looking down at him. "You should get used to that," she said with conviction, now relaxed and heavy breath as she pulled his head up and pushed him away. 

She slid off the bed and slipped on her satin robe, snapping her fingers again. In unison the ladies came and grabbed his hands, leading him to the middle of the floor where she slid behind him, putting a blindfold over his eyes. 

They laid him down on the floor, his ass and back feeling the coolness of the tile as he sprawled out beneath her.

He felt their hands once again on his softened, but still thick member, as they quickly produced throbbing arousal once again. He felt her hands pull his hands over his head as she kneeled on his elbows, resting above his head. He could feel her warmth, her heat inches from his face. 

She teased him with her dripping wetness, allowing him to smell and inhale her satisfied sex as she gazed down upon his blinded face. Her whispers started as he felt the two servant girls stroking his thick length; intermittently he could feel their saliva drop for some lubrication. His moans of pleasure escaped beneath her.

"As we discussed, Demetrius," she would whisper, "You can have that what you want, you only need to show that you are willing to do what it takes." 

His body writhed to the constant pumping of his shaft, feeling their hands stroking along the length, one after another, taking the care to gently stroke the entire length with slow purpose while one hand continually caressed his swollen sack.

"The Princess does not need to know of this, understand?" she put her hands around his face, "and if you are willing, we can discuss further the ideas we shared today?" 

His body writhed to the constant attention to his member. They applied long strokes until he was on the precipice, ready to explode, before letting his member go, bringing his need back down slightly with excruciatingly slow strokes.

"To prove that you're receptive to offers from me and the others," she whispered, her finger tracing around his lips, "Show us by getting yourself tossed back into the dungeon. That way, we will be sure that we can count on you when needed. Understand?" her hands now cupped both cheeks as he nodded his head in approval. 

With a nod from her, the girls furiously stroked his pulsating member until he felt his body rise up in tension, and his orgasm explode, hearing her purrs of approval as she watched him release. He felt his orgasm explode across his stomach and chest, his body shudder in ecstasy as he nodded in affirmation to her demands. 




The Island Ch. 02



"Now now, Demetrius, didn't that feel nice?" she leaned over, pushing her breasts into his face as she whispered into his ears. "I can't wait until I feel that inside me. Would you like that?" 

He nodded, her hands caressing his cheeks and forehead before slipping her knees off his arms. 

"Now, go and show that you're willing. Remember this when you leave" She whispered into his ears as he felt warm, damp cloth wiping his chest and stomach clean, as well as his quickly softening member.

When one of the girls undid the blindfold, she had disappeared into the back room. They lifted him up and slid his robe back over him, tying it taut once again. "Come, Sir, we will lead you back to your chambers." 

They said nothing on the trip back to his chambers, merely opening the door and leaving as he walked in. He sat down on the edge of his bed; more certain than ever that Lady V had something to do with recent threats and had planned more. But she hadn't said anything particular, and there was no actual proof of anything at all. All was innuendo and circumstantial, but he was certain that she had more sinister plans in store. 

He wrote his account down to be delivered personally to the Princess, but with some guard as he needed his air of dual loyalty, so to speak, to continue. He hid the account under his pillow before lying down to sleep for the evening. The next day, he would visit with the Princess promptly.



The Island Ch. 02



Brad woke up and stretched his arms; he checked that his loincloth was securely around his waist. In the kitchen were his catch of the day was lying on the counter. He flayed the fish and salted a couple to preserve them and he fried up the rest for his dinner. He washed up and took a shower to clean himself up for this evening. Not everyone had a partner or companion so he was going to the assembly by himself.

This is not to say that he has not had his share of sexual partners from time to time but now he was content to be alone. At the assembly, the community usually discusses the week's goings on and they celebrate the evening with good food and friends. Jim was there with his companion Joseph, another muscled toned man with a large cock covered in a striped loincloth, holding hands. Brad came over to them and greeted them. 

"How was your day?" he asked.

"It was relaxing and I have some veggies left over for you if you'd like?" Jim smiled.

"Great and I have some salted fish left over as well."

They mingled with other who were milling around talking about their week's events. The island takes good care of its inhabitants by seeing to the overall events. As the day wore on into evening, they separated in to twos and threes, at times. Brad had partnered up with a couple, Chip and Jon, and made their way to the beach. Some couples went to their cabins for the evening so they would be alone to themselves. If you went to the beach or even camping overnight, the island made sure, you had a good time and orgasmed at least once. 

As they made their way to the beach holding each other's cocks like a leash. This added a touch of arousal and they enjoyed it. All three had semi hard cocks and did not mind being the intimacy. They found a dune and started rubbing their hands over each other. Brad's back was to the dune and Jon lay down in front of him, his back against his chest. Brad's tongue found Jon's ear and explored it vigorously. Chip kissed Jon deeply and made his way down to his loincloth; he moved the material aside and took Jon's cock into his mouth. Jon moaned as his hardening cock entered into the warm, wet resource of Chip's mouth. Brad looked on with interest and his cock responded.

Jon felt Brad's hardening cock against his back; he reached back and stroked it to encourage him. Brad did help guide Jon's cock into Chip's mouth by holding it up and stroking it ever so slightly with a squeezing motion. This added to the pleasure to Jon's cock. Chip was lying down in front of Jon sucking him there was movement at his feet and a larger tentacle rose out of the ground and made its way up his leg to his buttocks. Brad smiled as he saw this, moved down towards Chip's ass, and spread his cheeks so that the tentacle could get access to the hole inside. 

Forming the shape of a cock the tentacle nudged its way to the tight hole working its way inside the tight hole. Brad helped by rubbing a finger on the hole to loosen the tight ring. He worked a finger inside and then another to open it for the tentacle. It went inside and started to move in and out rhythmically. 

Jon reached over and found Brad's cock and he took it into his mouth. Brad moaned and moved his head back from the hole that was being fucked by the island. As he did that, a cock shaped tentacle went into his mouth. He took into his mouth and sucked on it softly at first. He picked up the rhythm as he went on. 

Chip rose up to his knees to give the tentacle a better position, and he could grind back better. He was staring down at Jon's cock as he was stroking it and he took the hard cock into his mouth and sucked it more. Jon's moans encouraging him along the way.

Chip's cock was dripping pre-cum and the island sensed this and a mouth shaped tentacle rose up to meet his cock. It started its suction on the cock. This was all that Chip could take and he came into the mouth, more than he had ever done before. The mouth stayed on his cock to provide some warmth and some sensation for him. He was really sucking and stoking Jon's cock as he moved his ass back against the tentacle in his ass; it picked up speed as it made on final push forward it came in his ass filling him up.

Jon started cumming in his mouth and shot above Chip's head as he moved off the shooting cock. Brad was almost chocking on the tentacle in his mouth as it came, filling his mouth. Jon sucked harder and harder on Brad's cock as it came leaving him spent.

They all fell into each others arms as one pile of flesh. The tentacles were in still attached to their respective areas. The one in Chip's ass came out, went to Jon's cock, and with a gentle sucking, cleaned the hardening cock. Brad's cock was in a tentacle being cleaned as he went down in the pile to rest against Jon and Chip. 

The gentle cleaning can often start a whole new session of fucking, but not this time. The tentacles released the cocks after the cleaning. Then they were wrapped in a cocoon and transported to Chip and Jon's cabin where all three snuggled together and slept the evening away. They were awoken by the Sunday bell. This meant that it was time for the lottery. They got up, fastened their loincloths and made their way to the assembly house. Others from joined them all over the island. 

Once in the assembly hall they placed their loincloths into a bowl. The lottery was done every week and three people were chosen to participate for one week. The island chose the men by their loincloths and the men would be taken away to a place that only the island knew where. As everyone waited for the cloths to be chosen, three men stood on the stage looking refreshed and smiling. They were to rejoin the community and pick up where they left off. 

A large tentacle rose up and moved through the group as the men moved around talking with one another. Once this was done, it moved over to the bowl to pick up a loincloth. A zebra striped cloth came out and it belonged to a large man named Seth. He was from the other side of the island; as he strode up to the stage to receive his cloth and take his place on it, his cock swayed from side to side. He attached the loincloth and stood in the lighted circle. 

The tentacle dived into the bowl again and picked out another cloth, it was James. He smiled and walked up to the stage. His tight ass barely moved as his muscled body move towards the stage. He took his place and adjusted his cloth. The next cloth that came out of the bowl was Brad's cloth. He went to the stage, took his place with the others, and faced the crowd. He did notice that the previous trio was mingling within the crowd and seemed energized ready to go into the community. The crowd cheered the group and wished them well as they started to sink into the ground towards their duty. No one knew what awaited them and when they would be back, they would not remember what happened to them. They would be refreshed and renewed for the community. Such was the way of the island.



The Island Ch. 03



Lux shifted uncomfortably, and eyed the metal walls. She hadn't had a wealth of experience with enclosed spaces, and this metal box attached to some pulley system didn't reassure her in the least. It made her stomach feel odd, like it was somewhere near the ceiling, unable to keep up.

She knew it was attached to some mechanical system because she had flatly refused to get into the elevator until Ethan explained what the hell it was to her in some detail.

He glanced sideways and grinned. 

"You'll get used to them. They're pretty reliable, and without them, it's almost impossible to get to some floors – so unless you want to live a fairly restricted life here...." 

Lux gave him one of her best withering glares, which was interrupted by an electronic chime as the lift slowed to a halt. 

They emerged into another roughly cut, glimmering corridor similar to Lux's current quarters, but with no side doors. Their footsteps reverberated off the walls as she paced alongside him.

"Remind me again where we're going?" Lux asked, swallowing her discomfort. 

After leaving her to enjoy a warm bath and her first experience of shampoo in a decade the night before, Ethan had ominously informed her he would be back to collect her today. Lux wasn't about to trust anyone readily, but she had little choice, which was how she came to be dressed in a long pale blue shift dress, that left her arms bare but fell to her ankles. It had been so long since she had been out of the leather suit that she felt horribly underdressed, despite the loose cut and length.

"A bit of a tour, that's all. It's traditional to show newcomers a bit of the city before they are tested and allocated to a tier." Ethan spoke conversationally, as he strode purposefully on.

*** 

Felis ran his hands through his tousled hair and leant back in his leather desk chair. It had been a good morning's work, and he was pleased, albeit exhausted. Still, he mused, it was worth it to see the evidence of Pantheon thriving. The oil reserves were productive and had never been more valuable. This year's harvest was proving fruitful, so with any luck, they may even have surplus to sell on the mainland. 

He shut his eyes and took a moment to enjoy the warm breeze flowing through the open glass doors into his study, bringing with it the smell of heady wild flowers and sun. 

Gradually he became aware of a different smell, a musky, exotic perfume that immediately evoked the promise of trouble. Trouble and sex. 

"Lana." He said flatly, eyes still closed. He heard the slither of silk as she moved a few steps into the doorway.

"Your Highness." 

Her voice dripped honey, full of deliberate promise. 

Felis opened his eyes, but made no move towards her. He watched her slink sinuously and confidently towards the desk. 

"Strange, I don't remember requesting your presence." He didn't bother to hide the cold irritation in his voice. 

Lana pouted insincerely, sliding around the desk before sweeping the papers aside and lifting herself in one fluid movement to sit on its surface, legs crossed seductively. 

"Oh Felis," she sighed in mock reproach, "What am I to do? With the King away, and yourself so otherwise engaged, the girls grow ever so frustrated..."

Felis raised an eyebrow, and decided to get to the point. 

He ran his eye over her, from the tip of her polished toe, up her long legs to the slit in the dark red shift, through which an expanse of caramel toned thigh was very deliberately on show. He took his time as his eyes rose up the slim curve of her waist to her chest, invitingly angled towards him. Finally, he met her brown almond eyes. 

Lana smirked. 

Felis leaned in closer until their faces were inches apart. It was always a twisted little game with Lana, one to which he knew the rules only too well.

"Want to know what I think?" He said, slowly and softly.

"Enlighten me...." She purred.

"I think you couldn't care less if the rest of the circle tore each other apart..." He drew himself a little closer in the chair, cheek almost to cheek, to whisper in her ear; "I think... you just want a good fuck."

Lana closed her eyes and shuddered gently, instinctively turning her face towards his, but Felis leaned abruptly back in his chair again.

"Of course," he said conversationally with a sudden change of tone, "It's not really my problem. I have every right to tell you to piss off and go and amuse yourself until the King returns in a few days time...." He stood up.

Lana's eyes flashed dangerously.

"...However, today I'm feeling generous," Felis finished. Swiftly enough to surprise her he grasped her arm and pulled her up to meet his hard chest.

Felis lowered his face to her neck, gently biting the soft skin there while inhaling her perfume deeply. His cock twitched in response to its familiar promise.

Lana wasted no time, and wrestled his black t-shirt over his head before she began to lick her way down his chest. Her hands unbuckled his belt with practised ease. 

It had been over a week since Felis had allowed himself release, and he wasn't in the mood for foreplay. He also knew very well that Lana liked to play rough. 

With not a coherent thought in his head, he undid the button fly on his jeans. Gripping Lana around the waist, he spun her around non-too-gently and grasped her hair, pushing her head down until she was bent invitingly over his wooden desk. 

She purred in approval as he grasped her shift and pulled it up to gather above her waist. Lana arched her back invitingly, and Felis ran his hands down each side of her waist before reaching up with one hand to trace the outline of one hard nipple. His right hand traced the line of her hip around to her front, fingers sliding slowly over her smooth mound.

He lightly ran a finger between her already moist and swollen folds and she moaned lightly. 

Pressing himself tightly to her back, he forced her flat to the desk as his erect cock pressed against her wetness. 

"mmmmmm, yesss..." Lana hissed, writhing against his hardness as much as her pinned position would allow.

Felis drew back just enough to line the head of his cock up with her dripping hole, and then in one violent thrust he drove his full length into her with a guttural snarl.

Lana cried out in pleasure as he began to piston in and out of her rapidly, one hand grasping her hair painfully tight, still pushing her head to the desk, the other twisting one nipple brutally.

Lana's cries steadily escalated in intensity. Felis felt her start to tense beneath him, and pulled fimly on her thick golden hair, forcing her to arch further and driving deeper into her. 

With a deep groan of ecstasy, she climaxed, shuddering. Her walls spasmed tightly around his shaft, and Felis growled as he came quickly and intensely, releasing his load deep within her.

They stayed still and panting for a moment, as they recovered. Then Felis drew away. 

Lana stood, still regaining her breath, and smoothed down her shift before turning smoothly. Felis was re-buckling his belt.

She reached a hand out and ran a finger lazily down his muscled torso, looking up at him heatedly.

"I could stay, and keep you company..." she suggested, huskily.

Felis barely glanced at her as he stepped away around the desk and moved to pour himself a drink.

"No need, you are dismissed." He stated with finality.

Lana glared with fury at his ambivalent back, but smoothed the rage from her face as he turned. 

"Yes, your Highness." She replied smoothly, before dropping a graceful curtsey and gliding from the room.

As she walked down the hall to her quarters, she smiled smugly to herself as his cooling cum trailed down her thigh beneath the silk.

*** 

Lux thought that the great hall had been impressive enough. 

An enormous rock cavern, the space was overwhelming. Minerals glimmered in the walls and ceiling, lit by warm electric uplighters set into the floor around the rough curved walls. 

The entire city could meet here to dine in the evening, Ethan had said. On one side of the room, a raised platform was flanked by dark red velvet curtains tied back to the walls. This, she was told, was for the King, Prince and Higher circle. A level down, and the second circle sat. Each level down was larger than the last, spreading in a crescent; and each had a huge curved table of polished wood, with benches either side.

Despite the enormous tables, each level had ample space left around them, and this was covered in thick rugs and cushions. Lux had spent enough time talking to Luca to understand that once dinner was over, the residents could relax with whoever they wished here, and do whatever they wanted. Not everyone stayed in the hall, and it was custom for Royalty and the higher circle to retire to the Royal lounge to have their fun.

The hall was overwhelming. However, at this moment, Lux and Ethan stood on a balcony in the sun, overlooking the part of Pantheon Lux could never have dreamt of.

The indoor city of Pantheon, with its central great hall and many levels – each smaller than the last as one ascended in the lifts, made sense when viewed from outside.

Lux was standing on a natural balcony on the side of the mountain, but she could see now that the tall conical peak itself formed the city. Ethan explained that the peaks on the island had once been volcanoes, now largely extinct. 

"Pantheon is entirely self-sufficient," He explained. " We have geothermal energy from further dormant peaks on the island. We have all this fertile land..." He gestured at the view.

It was spectacular. 

The ring of peaks hid an expansive area, which was rigidly divided into different areas of agriculture. Enough to feed Pantheon and more, he explained.

Lux could see how it started as a military base, back before the Final War. She imagined the ring of peaks shielded the island's secrets well from the sea. 

The hidden face of the mountain was carved out into channels and ledges, on one of which they stood, some deep enough to house extensive decorative gardens, many with sliding glass doors into the levels and corridors behind. 

It was a hidden oasis of sorts, added to over generations, initially protecting the regiment it housed when war broke out. Now their descendants had gradually made it into a living breathing hidden city, but the technology and military efficiency that allowed it to be self-sufficient and defensive was at its core. 

"The gardens towards the higher tier are the most beautiful," Ethan spoke gently, breaking Lux out of her awed silence. "Shall we?"

She nodded mutely and followed him up the zig-zag network of terraces towards the mountain top. Every so often, nearer the peak, their path was barred by a tall fence, usually covered with creepers and fragrant climbing plants. Ethan pressed his finger to a sensor at each barrier, and a gate latch slid open. Just as the security increased when rising up the levels inside Pantheon, it increased outside.

Finally they emerged into a flat sheltered area.

"Where are we?" Lux asked, looking around.

"The crater at the top, basically," Ethan explained, "It contains the royal gardens. This is just a small area."

It was beautiful; lush and green with blossoms curling around little seated follies. Ethan sat on a stone bench below an arch of greenery, and Lux sat down beside him.

"So, there you go. You've seen some of the city now. Not all of it, of course, but some." He smiled and looked around him.

"Jeeeesus," Lux breathed, "It's a lot to take in."

Ethan glanced sideways and gave her a hard look.

"You know," He said with edge, "You really should be careful, cursing in the names of pre-war religious icons like that. Anyone might think you got an education somewhere..." He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Lux maintained a blank face and met his gaze.

"I have learnt a lot from the varied people I've met, besides, I have spoken to many who still use old words; even if they've no idea of their original meaning." She replied calmly, "But I've no desire to look into my past. I was under the impression that the point now was the direction of my future." She turned back to admiring the garden.

"Believe me; I don't want to force a life history from you." Ethan replied, relentlessly. "Many women come here traumatised by their past. It has taken some years to trust anyone, especially men. But I need to be clear with you...."

Lux turned to him and nodded to show she was listening. 

"I like you, Lux, for some reason. There are few who fit the requirements for Higher Circle, and even fewer who are strong enough to be seriously considered. Should you pass the test, I think you would cope. I also think it could be a good thing to have a new consort up there. But, I serve the King and Prince. The wellbeing of everyone in the city depends on them."

Ethan's face, which usually wore a hint of humour, was deadly serious. Lux knew he meant every word, and respected him all the more for it. He turned and looked directly at her.

"We have no reason to trust you. I can only hope to hell that I am right, and let you know loud and clear that if you do anything stupid, I will personally make sure you are shot." The humour was back in Ethan's eyes, but Lux knew better than to think he didn't mean every word.

She liked to know where she stood. 

"I hear you... and I'm ready to be tested." She stated, calmly.

Ethan raised his eyebrows.

"It may be the most coveted role, but it's not easy, Lux. You've got to be able to submit to authority, utterly, for a start.....You know you can have more time, if you'd like it..." 

Lux smiled at him, but shook her head.

"Thanks, Ethan. I've seen a great deal today, and there is a lot to take in, but I know enough now to know I'd be a fool not to do this."

That's the damn truth...she thought. Lux was well aware that she didn't have many options, anyway. She had seen too much by far now to leave. She could be timid, and wait, but she would be stuck on the sidelines, with no access to the King or Prince. No, it was time to take the plunge, so to speak.

Ethan nodded. 

"In that case, name your time, and I'll come and visit you."

"Tomorrow night," Lux replied.

***



The Island Ch. 03



The Island chapters are being moved to Gay Male due to some comments about being confused. Enjoy!

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They came out of their status ready to get to their duty. When they woke up Seth looked around and did not understand his surroundings. Neither did the others. Before them were three stands that had plastic that separated the legs and arms. They would be spread eagle while the island supported them. Seth made his way to a stand it adjusted for his height; it spread his butt cheeks so that his hole was easily accessed. He placed his arms and legs in the respective leggings as he did that four tentacles came out and tied themselves around his wrists and ankles. These kept him in place. He looked around to the others as they climbed into their stands and watched the same things happen to them. 

A tube came up and entered their asses, this was to make easy access by the tentacles and avoid wear and tear on their sphincters. When they were secured, they looked up as a screen came on and showed various scenes of the whole island. It whispered to them that they were the island now and they control the tentacles that came out of the ground so that the others will be satisfied. This made them happy and they started watching their screens when couples and groups got together. Three tentacles came up and took places at their sides; they seemed to waiting for orders. Brad watched as one formed a mouth and attached to his cock with a warm suction. The other two formed cocks and one went up the plastic tube up his ass; the plastic tube retracted and he felt the tentacle's warm presence filling him up. Then the other cock went to his mouth and stayed just out of reach. This was so that he could breathe in between sessions.

Seth was the first one to find a couple kissing; they started stroking themselves and a tentacle went to suck the other's cock. The tentacle went into his mouth and he started sucking it, gently at first and more firmly as he went on. The couple was into their kissing as two tentacles came up and wound up their legs to their asses. They spread their legs as heads formed cocks to work their way into their orifices. Keeping up with the couple the tentacle on his cock was moving with a fucking rhythm and the one in his ass moved in and out in time with the screen. The pace of the tentacles increased as the couple became more intent on cumming. The couple was sucking each other and they became more feverish as their cocks bulged and their balls pulled up as they came with such vigor. Then Seth shook as he came and the tentacles on the screen came into the asses they were in filling the canals with Seth's cum. He shook for almost ten minutes and was exhausted as he leaned on the supports. The tentacle at Seth's mouth went into his mouth to fill him with water and food for energy later. He greedily sucked on it to get as much as he needed.

The screen in front of James showed two inhabitants walking into the woods. He knew them and knew that their time together would be intense; he had been with the two for them before. They made their way into the woods, sat down by a tree, and started rubbing each other. Their cocks becoming harder as their mouths explored their bodies. Two tentacles rose up from the ground and made the way towards the couple. The couple saw this and smiled as they kept up their heavy petting. One laid back and let the other suck his cock; the tentacles waited for them to get into a good position. The person sucking the large cock moved down to probe the other's ass; he gently rubbed his ass and moved forward to get his cock into the sphincter. Once in he stopped a bit to allow the other to adjust to the penetration, and then moved forward in a rhythm. The tentacles then knew where to go. One went onto the cock of the one being fucked and another tentacle went into his mouth. Two more rose up from the ground to fill the holes of the one doing the piston motion. One in his ass the other in his mouth; all were moving to a rhythm that allowed for ecstasy. 

James was responding to these actions with vigor. He was bucking his hips forward in time with the tentacles. He was trying to keep up, but had to slow them down. Another came up and entered his ass to get the full sensation as to what was going on the screen. A tentacle went to his mouth and he sucked it to control the screen tentacles that as sucking the person on screen's cock. The more he thrusted forward the more the tentacles forced their way into the orifices on screen.

The couples on screen were in a frenzy of fucking and sucking as they came on each other. The tentacles exploded with cum in the respected holes and the two guys smiled and wrapped their arms around each other as the tentacles went around them to transport them to their cabins.

James collapsed as he came into his tentacles. He would have screamed but a feeding tentacle replaced the previous one and was in his mouth. The other tentacles released themselves from his cock and ass and went into their ready positions. He went to his knees; his breathing was labored at this point. The island helped him up and he relaxed more to regain his strength.

A bell rang to announce the resting period for the inhabitants, which meant that the island was resting as well. Brad, Seth, and James were released from their stands and saw that there were three beds for them to lie down. There was a table with food, which they attacked with gusto. After eating and discussing what they were there for they went to lie down and get some sleep. As they lied down a tube came down from the ceiling and secured itself to their cocks to regenerate any damaged tissues. Another tube came up from the bed and inserted itself into their asses to repair any chafing that was done there. This also replaced any nutrients that were needed. It had a gentle sucking sensation that gave the men's cocks needed blood and resulted in semi hard cocks. They all drifted off to sleep as the tube provided the security to them by cradling their cocks. A mist came down that contained a sleeping agent. This was to make sure that they slept well and deeply. The island went about its usual business keeping the other inhabitants warm and secure in their homes.

The guys woke up and walked around to explore their surroundings. They found a food processor. There were some eggs, vegetables, and fruit on the table for them to eat. After they had their breakfast, they started talking while they rested.

"So this is how we are taken care of; it's not so bad." James said.

"Could be worse," Seth agreed.

"I wonder how long we have before we have to start up again," Brad chimed in.

"Not sure, but at least we get to eat and rest." 

"Yeah and our cocks are renewed." Seth waved his around.

Rubbing his, Brad had to agree as he stroked his hardening cock.

"At least now we get to eat some solid food and not through the tentacles." James said as he bit into an apple.

A chime rang and they knew what it meant. Time to get into their positions. This was the routine for a week. It time came when they had to return to their homes. On the last night, they were allowed to rest and sleep together. The bed was big enough for all three to be in it and rest comfortably. They spooned each other and with their semi-hard cocks, they inserted them within the ass of the person in front. James reach around and gently stroked Seth's cock since he was the forward person. Seth leaned into James and moaned a little. This was the position that they fell asleep in. A tentacle had come up and sucked gently on Seth's cock. When they awoke, their cloths were given back to them. 

They took position on the platform as it was raised up for the meeting. They were to be replaced with three new people. They were welcomed with applause and well wished their replacements. James and Brad said good-bye to Seth as he left to go to his community and continue with his friends. Seth went off to meet with members of his community as he looked back at the new people he met and smiled. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Asked Greg, his cabin mate.

"Yes we did and it was amazing, but it's good to be back," Seth said as he kissed Greg and squeezed his butt cheeks.

"Let's go home and have a proper homecoming."

They walked off holding hands with the rest of their friends.



The Island Ch. 04



Well here's the next installment, guys! I know this chapter and the one before aren't so long, but I've been working on the assumption that little and often is better than big chunks months apart – I shall try to keep it up! Remember, I write faster with the incentive of comments – It really helps to know what you all think! Don't forget to vote and get in touch,

Roses xx

4.

She alternated between pacing like a caged tiger, and sitting and staring at herself in the mirror. 

Both were unsettling.

She laughed at herself, slightly hysterically. The girl in the mirror laughed back, all glossy, bouncing black hair, falling in newly cut and brushed waves about her shoulders. 

'I'm clearly going mad..' Lux thought. Then she thought again. 'Actually, no. I am sane. This entire situation is what's insane.' 

She sighed.

The girl in the mirror sighed alongside her; her face settling back into what Lux realised must be her standard expression. Impenetrable, wild green eyes in a serious pale face; wary and over-alert.

So many things still to learn, to become acclimatised to, if she wanted to make this work.

It had been just over a week since she entered Pantheon, but to Lux, it felt like an age. Outside, wild on the islands, her concept of time had blurred and she knew years only by the seasons. She had carved a mark for every winter into a tree, determined not to lose them. 

In the past week, she had learnt the sheer scale of the Panthera tribe. She had learnt yet more history, pre Final War and post, and suddenly all of her fathers early teaching – in one ear and out the other in her pre-teen years, was coming back to her, hard.

She had re-learnt the little things. 

It had been at least five years since Lux spoke to someone who was not a threat – in fact, in the last decade, every new person she met she had potentially had to kill to defend herself – and generally she had. Out on the islands, the only visitors were rogue hunters, passing through – and they usually saw woman as two things; sex, and re-sale value.

So, the sheer quantity of human contact in the last week – both good and bad – had been exhausting, and exhilarating. 

She had become more familiar with her own reflection – no longer the wild, tangled mess glimpsed distorted in the sea on calm days, but the crisp, feminine reflection that had emerged. She had yet to get used to being waited on – since the eve of the test with Ethan, a woman from the fourth tier had been helping her to wash, dress, do her hair and apply make-up. It was all utterly alien to Lux, and initially she had objected, until Ethan was called in, and pointed out (with evident amusement and exasperation) that this was 'part of the job description', and Lux 'had better get used to it' as it was the least of challenges of being higher tier.

Hell, she had re-learnt how to use a knife and fork.

So she was trying...and she had to admit, the sleek woman in the mirror looked alien but rather wonderful. The dark red silk clung lightly to her althletic frame, softening it and bringing out alabaster skin and the emerald of her eyes. Her thick black hair, although now glossy and tangle-free, would never quite be tamed – it would always add a feral edge. 

Right now, though, Lux was full of pent up energy, most of it nervousness. One problem was that she simply wasn't used to being indoors and sitting – usually, she was always active; training, climbing, running – but mostly, she was just nervous. Tonight was to be her first dinner in the Great Hall

Maybe Ethan had been right, she wondered, and she should have asked for more time...She never had been one to take things slowly once she made up her mind. Like taking the test...

Lux smiled to herself as she re-lived it in her head.

*** 

She hadn't been remotely nervous, which was odd. She had bathed at leisure, before Luca came to help her dress, and teach her how to perform the odd ritual that was the art of hair dressing and makeup application. 

Luca had smiled the whole time, a knowing, mysterious smile.

Lux hadn't understood it at all, and spent half the evening eyeing the woman with suspicion. When she was ready, stood before the mirror as this elegant being she had yet to become acquainted with, she had turned to Luca.

"Luca..." She began, "I don't..."

Luca had put a finger to Lux's painted lips.

"Let me guess," she asked, smiling even more. "You don't understand why I seem so chilled about this. How I can happily prepare you to seduce Ethan."

Lux raised her eyebrows questioningly.

" I guess it is kinda complicated...." Luca began, searching for the explanation. "Well... there's the simple fact of course that I never doubt what Ethan and I have. We are very true to each other, no secrets, just trust."

Lux nodded. She supposed that made sense.

"Its different here, and you'll come to understand that. Sex, seduction, it's a way of life... by no means meaningless, but it's something to be freely enjoyed and shared. Ethan gave up much to be with me alone. To be honoured with the task of testing the royal consorts, that's a big deal, and he deserves it."

Luca stepped towards Lux and laid her hands on the woman's shoulders, smiling. 

Lux tentatively smiled back. 

She had almost forgotten what the meaning of 'friend' was, and female company itself was so alien to her. Over the past week, however, Luca had been her main human contact – bringing her food, and sometimes just dropping by to talk. Lux was surprised to find herself warming to the woman.

Luca was looking at her appraisingly.

"But damn girl," she grinned, "If I were remotely concerned about Ethan's fidelity, I wouldn't let him near you – that's for sure!" She let out her signature throaty chuckle.

Lux grinned back.

"You're gonna shake up the higher tier all right...about time too I reckon." Luca winked. "Seriously, enjoy yourself. Ethan's good, in every sense of the word.." Luca chuckled to herself again "...and I think you'll go far."

She grasped Lux in a brief hug that took the girl completely by surprise, before turning about and exiting the room, still grinning.

Lux had sat and thought to herself in the dimly lit room. 

Of course this didn't bother her, seduction, that she could do. She had learnt hard and fast, in the early years when she became alone – well, almost alone – that seduction was a currency she could use. Had to use. 

Her mind wandered back to those days. 

First, she had used it to escape. 

Hunters used to pass through the islands quite often. A stop off, she supposed, en route to bigger islands, or around the coast. Or perhaps just looking for small tribes to raid and resources to claim. Occasionally, at first, they would take her by surprise. 

Lux had learnt fast, the hard way, that they would take what they wanted eventually whatever she did. It was then that she began to use it to her advantage. Most men, she discovered, would play into her hands all too easily if they thought they would get a willing partner. 

There had been times when she was caught unawares, by those who didn't care for terms at all, of course. Lux didn't want to relive those. She had been lucky, so far, they had always ended up dead in the end, at her hands or at the hands of Gus.

He had always saved her when all else failed and she couldn't save herself. By the end of five years together, it had become a routine. They hunted the hunters. Lux would 'accidentally' stumble into their midst, and when they were well and truly distracted, Gus would enter the scene and their would be a few less bastards in the world, a few women safe from capture down the line , tribes safe from torture. 

Lux shook her head. Better to forget the past...all of it, even Gus.

A soft knock at the door.

With one last glance in the mirror, Lux smiled. It was the smile of a woman who knew what she wanted, and was going to get it.

*** 

So here she sat. 

She had thought that her last accommodation was luxurious. Now, she knew better. This was how the higher tier lived, and it was lavish to say the least.

In contrast to the dark, glistening corridors of the floors below, Lux's room was entirely finished in gleaming white marble; with the exception of the ceiling, which was an expanse of mirrored glass. When you combined that with one wall of glass exiting to the gardens outside, the room was like a box filled with light.

'Makes for a bit of a change from my last cave dwelling...' Lux mused, gazing around contemplatively.

The furnishings were entirely tactile. An enormous four poster bed was decked in cream and claret cushions, with cream muslin inner and claret velvet outer curtains. Adjoining the room was the bathroom, all white marble and gold fittings. There were steps down into a reasonably sized sunken bath, above which was a golden shower head; which if required could emulate the kind of tropical downpour the islands sometimes experienced. 

The point, she supposed, was that should either of their Royal Highnesses actually grace you with a visit outside of their own chambers, it would be fit to receive them.

Right now, Lux wasn't sure she cared what the point was. She was having an uncharacteristic and unfamiliar moment of smugness.

After all, she had done it. She had infiltrated the nest of the enemy, right to the top level. She wondered how many walls were between her and the Prince at that very moment.

The really strange thing was, it had been so easy. 

'Oh come on...' it seemed the little grim voice of reality in her head hadn't left her, whatever her new status... 'Let's be honest, you enjoyed it.'

"Fine," Lux replied, aloud to her own reflection, "it was fun. No shame in that. About time too...better get used to it."

Oh Jesus, she was talking to herself again. That had to stop.

It was only bothering her a little, but it was true. There was no reason for her not to enjoy herself. She called the shots that evening, and Luca had been right. Ethan was good. He had not an ounce of malice or aggression in him that Lux could uncover, and he had seemed genuinely intent on making Lux comfortable, and ensuring she enjoyed herself...

Lux snapped out of it. It had been a long, long time since anyone and spent any effort on her pleasure. Even though she had no connection to Ethan, it was soothing. That it was referred to as a 'test' amused her with hindsight...

Her eyes flicked to the clock set into the wall. Not long to go now.

She stood and nervously smoothed down the long red dress.

*** 

Ethan moved silently. 

Steadily, stealthily, he crept up behind her, watching her like a hawk. She sat on the corner of the bed, brushing her long dark hair, apparently deep in thought as she stared out of the window into the garden beyond.

He was mere inches from touching her now. He reached out....

"So, how did last night go then?" Luca spoke calmly, breaking the silence.

Ethan groaned. "Damn woman, I can never catch you!" 

She turned to him, grinning evilly, as he pulled her in an kissed her on the forehead tenderly. She laughed throatily as he fell back onto the bed covers dragging her down above him.

"So tell me," he said seriously, looking up into her amused face as she propped herself up on her elbows above him; "Are you that desperate to get rid of me? Who do you have your eye on?"

Luca raised an eyebrow in query, then rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. 

"Ethan, what are you on about?"

"...Its just," He continued unperturbed, "I've never seen someone transform a wildcat into a princess before. If I were you, I'd have thought twice before unleashing that one on a mission to seduce your one and on- " Luca clamped a hand down over his mouth.

"Hey, I know I haven't got anything to worry about...." She wiggled her hips on top of his suggestively "You're mine mister." She removed her hand and planted a kiss on his lips with a laugh.

Ethan grasped the back of her head and held her there, intensifying it. When he released her mouth, he smiled up at her.

"You've got that right. I wouldn't swap you for every woman in Pantheon."

"Even Lana?" Luca replied with a shit eating grin.

"Uch, especially Lana." Ethan pulled a face. "That cow is much more trouble than she's worth..."

"Enough chat E, tell me how last night went," Luca interrupted, failing to keep the eagerness out of her voice. "Did she pass?"

"Ha! Did she pass...." Ethan snorted, with a look on his face that could only be described as dreamy. 

Luca hit him square in the face with a pillow. "Hey, save me the replay. Get to the point."

"Yes, yes she passed. Definitely, um, skilled enough in the art of seduction. Enough to give 'them upstairs' a run for their money...." He grinned. His face fell a little.

"I knew it!" Luca chuckled, then fell quiet when she saw Ethan's face. "What, you don't trust her?"

Ethan shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know. I thought it would do Felis some good, you know. Get him out of the eternal power struggle, give him something else but work to think about, distract him. She's certainly distracting. But..."

"But you think we may have just released the wildcat among the pigeons" Luca finished, smiling grimly.

Ethan chuckled despite his worry. 

"Don't let Lana catch you referring to her as a pigeon, for goodness' sake..." He sighed again "Do you think maybe I pushed it a bit, putting her nearest to Felis in the consort quarters? Oh God, Lana's going to want her head on a platter...." Ethan bit his lip as he thought ahead...

Luca grinned briefly, then smiled at him tenderly.

"Look, E..." She said softly, stroking his cheek. "I have good feelings about her. I don't know why, and I could be wrong – though that's rare..."

Ethan rolled his eyes jokingly. 

"...but if anyone can deal with the unhappy trio that is King Leon, Lana and Prince Felis, it's this one. Don't forget, she's a survivor." Luca finished, resolutely.

Ethan grimaced.

"Yes. And there's the other problem. A survivor – but of what exactly....I mean, what if my initial fears are true, and she's got some dark ulterior motive hidden in that pretty little head?"

Luca nudged him gently.

"Hey, give her a chance. Let Felis look after himself, its his forte. As for the King, it's Lux I feel more concerned about there..."

Ethan's frown softened a little.

"Well if there's something I learnt during last night's test, it's that you can take the girl out of the wild..." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Luca mock slapped him.

"Sheesh, she certainly won you over! Am I going to compete here? Is it my turn to be tested now?" She drawled sarcastically.

Ethan grinned seductively up at her.

" Well, actually, now you mention it I think we should review your skills..." He murmured, sliding his hand gradually up her exposed leg, "...after all, we do have an hour before dinner..."

***



The Island Ch. 04



Author's note: Sorry I took so long. Life got into the way.

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Seth woke up with Greg's arms around his waist. Greg was taller than Seth by about four inches and he was well into 6 feet 3 inches. He snuggled his back into Greg's chest and moaned slightly as he pulled him gently closer. Seth got up and walked to their kitchen; he looked around and found some fruit that was newly picked. He took an apple, walked outside into the warm breeze, and made his way towards Greg's garden. Everything looked like it was in its place. 

Greg was the gardener of the couple and he was the angler. He picked up his gear and made his way to the beach. The temperature was a nice 70 degrees, with a breeze that kept everyone cool. He looked around and did not see any other anglers out so he setup his spot. He was eating his apple when he saw the first group of people arrive. He waved as they approached. 

"Hi, guys how are things? I have not been here long but I am sure the catch will be a great one."

"Hey Seth, your time away was felt, but I bet you were needed," said Jon smiling.

"Yes it was great and an energizing experience."

"We've all been there and it is fantastic," Said Jose, a big dark hulk of a man.

They joined him next to the tree. They had their snacks and munched on them. Seth leaned back and stretched his arms out; Jon caught his right arm and moved it towards his loincloth. Seth moved his hand over the loincloth and felt the stiffing cock underneath. The tie fell loosely away and the patch of cloth went with it and revealed a semi hard cock getting harder. 

"You were missed, Seth." Jon said as he looked into Seth's eyes. 

"Then let's get to it." As he took Jon's cock into his mouth and started sucking it.

Seth got on all fours as he sucked the cook in his mouth with great abandon. He could fell Jose moving under him to take his cock in his mouth. He almost came right there, but held off. Jon was bucking his hips up into Seth's mouth in a rhythm that provided greater pleasure for both. Seth looked up and saw that Larry, one of the other guys, moving into position and placing his cock into Jon's mouth, he was spreading his ass cheeks. 

Seth felt a tongue in his ass and knew it was Neal, Larry's partner. Neal was lubing up his hole; getting it ready for a pounding. Seth felt fingers being inserted into his hole, he moaned, as Jon's cock was thrusted forward to the back of his throat. He could feel the veins on Jon's large cock as he was sucking on Larry's cock. Seth took up Jon's cock in his hand and started stroking it slowly; he pulled on his balls and placed pressure on the base of the cock to help prolong the release. He applied pressure on the underside of the cock as he moved up to the cock head. Jon was doing the same thing to Larry's cock. Seth decided to make him Jon cum. He sped up his sucking and pulled even harder on the ball sack. Jon came within seconds, his cum filled Seth's mouth and spilled out around the edges. Jon was receiving Larry's load as well. 

Jose was gently sucking Seth's cock and tasted his precum. Seth rose up on his knees and began feeding his cock to Jose. Neal helped Jose along as he pulled on Seth's balls and stroked Jose cock. He had to leave Seth's balls to focus on Jose's large cock. Seth did notice that a tentacle had attached itself to Neal's cock getting him more aroused. He looked up and tentacle was at his mouth wanting in, he opened his mouth and started sucking it. It grew as his sucking continued. Seth felt his cock giving him signals that it would be cumming soon into Jose's mouth. Seth stroked his cock and it feed Jose all of his cum. The tentacle released its fluid into his mouth. Jose bucked his hips forward as he came into Neal's mouth. All of them fell into a heap of bodies and rested. The tentacles cleaned them up while they rested. They got up before they could be transported, as they had some fishing to do before going home. They walked towards the shoreline talking as they went and setup their gear. 

Seth came home with four fish for the evening meal, hoping that Greg had a good harvest to make up for the small number of fish. He found Greg in his garden bent over picking at his vegetables. He snuck up behind him and placed a finger in between Greg's ass cheeks. He started working it inside the hole. Greg moaned, "Finally you're home. That feels great keep at it."

Seth lad the fish down and worked the one finger inside the ring of Greg's ass. It opened up to allow it in. Once in, Greg moaned even louder and he pushed back against the large finger. His cock was growing harder and Seth reached down and started stroking it in time with his finger's movement. Greg had not cum today so he was full and ready to release quickly.

"Make me cum stud." He said.

"Get ready then. Cause here you cum."

With that, Seth started really stroking him and pulled on his balls. Moaning even more Greg tried to hold his cum in but then Seth used a thumb to move up the shaft and along the line that went up to the cock head. That was all Greg needed as he exploded into the ground with a large amount of fluid. Greg fell to one side and Seth lay on top of him and kissed him deeply. 

"Feel better now?"

"Much, let's get these inside and ready for dinner."

They walked inside and basked in the coolness of the cabin. Seth started cooking the fish as Greg made a salad. They washed up for dinner and ate their meal. 

"Did anyone come by while I was gone?" Seth said.

"A few guys did come by and helped me through the rough times. How was the 'trip'?" asked Greg.

"It was a great experience but I missed you deeply. The others were good people and they were exhausted as much as I was at times. We all gave it our all and were completely drained at times."

They finished their meal and washed the dishes; they readied themselves for bed. Their day was done as the sun went down and they cuddled together and drifted off to sleep. Seth was home and he was content.



The Island Ch. 05



5.

She gazed absently around the Hall, her chin resting in one hand, elbow on the heavy table linen. The cavernous walls sparkled in the light still, but the space was quite transformed from the empty echoing cavern she had glimpsed on her tour with Ethan when she first arrived in Pantheon. If anything, it was more magnificent.

Laughter and chatter filled the hall with a contented murmur that she found quite soothing, although several days ago when she attended her first meal here, Lux had been almost overwhelmed. She had never seen so many people in one space...

She glanced around her table. 

Lux sat at the far end of the semi-circular expanse. The higher tier table perched on most raised level of the hall, the curved wall rising behind it in an arc. The table had a crescent cut out of the front, to create a smaller semi-circular recess. The privileged higher tier sat round this grand half-circle, surveying the tiers below, and it was immediately obvious that they sat in order of rank.

'So here I am, on the high table...if only at the edge. The newcomer, yet to be fully initiated, status still undecided...' Lux mused, as her eyes tracked round the table. 

On her first evening in the hall, Ethan had sat next to her. Lux got the impression that this was an accepted formality, to accompany the newcomer to the table. He had talked quietly to her throughout the meal, pointing people out, subtly indicating the appropriate cutlery for each course.

Lux had been extremely grateful. Etiquette was never a key feature in her childhood, and the years afterwards were utterly devoid of social graces. She thanked her luck that she was a fast learner. Ethan had informed her after that first meal that he would not be sitting with her from then on. Though second in command to the Prince, he was not a bodyguard -- thus not essential to the company at the table. As such, he sat near the top of the second tier table on the platform below, which also meant he may sit next to Luca.

This was Lux's third meal at high table, and so far, conversation had been limited. On observation, however, she found the body language and behaviour at the table spoke volumes...

She cast her eye discreetly over the man who sat next to her. He was silently clearing his plate, after which, if the past two nights were anything to go by, he would cradle his wine in his hands and stare intently into the middle distance as if in complex thought. He was tall, wiry, with ash blonde hair and steely eyes. They had spoken an entire sentence each to the other over the past two evenings.

At first, as they took their seats the night before, he had acted as though Lux didn't exist. Frankly, she was quite happy with that -- she was quite used to comfortable silence and her own thoughts. As they were standing to leave at the end of the meal, however, he had turned abruptly to her. 

"You are the new girl?" He asked her, although it seemed more a statement than a question.

Lux was startled into response.

"Yes....I'm Lux" She added, suddenly unsure of what the protocol was here with regards to introductions and manners.

He seemed satisfied enough. He had nodded brusquely, swiftly eyeing her intensely, before adding:

"I am Atler, one of the royal guards." With that, he turned and left. A man of few words, clearly.

Still, Lux knew a good fighter when she saw one, and skinny or not, Lux imagined little got past Atler...which explained why he was one of very few men at the table, if only on the edge of it. 

The women at the table, who made up the majority of the company, were all clothed in the tell-tale claret silk of the higher tier. Ethan had mentioned some names, but Lux could not recall them all.

Having met Atler, it was now easy to identify the handful of other men at the table as guards also; all in sleek black jeans and black T-shirts. Several, Lux noted keenly, including Atler, had a compact black gun firmly fixed into a hip holster. 

The guns made Lux apprehensive. Yet more evidence of the wealth of the Panthera tribe....guns were a luxury post-war that few could afford, few of the hunters Lux had encountered had been armed -- usually, in a group, one man alone had a gun. When Lux and Gus had obtained a weapon, it proved useful for a while -- both for defence from future hunters, and ease of hunting deer when food got scarce... but a gun was a useless lump of metal once the ammo ran out.

Lux heard giggling from higher up the table, and felt eyes upon her. She resisted looking; she already knew who was observing her so closely.

The higher circle women were all extraordinarily beautiful, each in their own way. They were mainly blond or light brunette -- Lux suspected the King had a type. 

Ethan had explained that it was the king who had the final say in who was accepted into the circle. When a new woman arrived in the city, or when a city raised girl reached the age of eighteen, they were brought briefly before the King. 

The first purpose of this was that they might show their respects and be welcomed to Pantheon. However the King would also decide initially on looks and demeanour alone, the highest circle for which they were appropriate. Each tier had an individual, elected by the King, responsible for testing the woman's abilities in pleasing a man. If she passed the test, she was initiated into that circle. If not, she was tested for the tier below...and so on.

"So...what if I'm not the King's type...?" Lux had asked him, tilting her head in the direction of the fair-haired harem. 

"I very much doubt you will have a problem.."Ethan laughed, "But you may need to win him over a little with your, erm, feminine charms." He grinned evilly. 

"Technically in the King's absence, the Prince is now in charge of selection. As the circle serves him also, you would have to utterly un-impress both of them to now be moved down. Lucky timing for you!" He winked.

Lux rolled her eyes. "Well, impressing two men that at this rate it seems I shall never meet...doesn't strike me as much of a challenge."

Ethan's mouth tightened a little. 

"If I were you, I would enjoy it while it lasts. Things get a little....less relaxed, when the King returns. He is expected here in the next few days."

Two days had passed since Lux had sat next to Ethan that evening, and she was trying to imagine the atmosphere with the King and Prince occupying the two empty seats at the head of the table. Suddenly, she felt eyes upon her. She already knew the source.

Right now, the privileged ladies of the higher tier were casting furtive curious glances her way. They were not malicious looks, only curious -- with the exception of one.

Sitting to the side of the two empty centre chairs; was one female who radiated 'queen bee'. The other ladies of the circle leaned in to hear what she said when she spoke, and when Lux had glanced casually round the table to take in the company, her gaze had been met by a pair of cold, scornful almond eyes. 

The woman had raised her eyes away from Lux's, and tossed her head in a way that instantly conveyed where she felt Lux stood -- below her. It didn't take a genius, Lux thought; to work out that this must be the infamous Lana.

Lux had never been happier to be outside someone's company. she never had understood girls, even as a child. Lux had been the kind of seven year old to be found mud fighting by a creek with the best of the boys her age and older.

Plates were being cleared, and steadily those seated at high table rose and trickled out of the great hall. 

She waited quietly until the gaggle of women were safely gone, having no particular desire to meet them up close. Then, she slid quietly out of the hall, and meandered via a long route back to her room.

***

She was running through the shrubbery, past calm pools and empty arbours; all shaded and mysterious with only moonlight glinting off waxy leaves.

This was good. This was right...

Lux jumped up and caught an overhanging branch, using her own weight to fling herself up over it and alight again on the ground, still running. She stopped a moment, and closed her eyes.

She inhaled deeply.

Yes. It was a warm night; it was mid summer when she had been captured -- hot, moist nights, and though some days were cooler now, tonight was heady with the smell of honeysuckle, softened by the sound of cicadas. 

Ah, this was what she had needed.

She had returned to her room after dinner that night intending to sleep..but she was so agitated, so restless.

Swinging up onto a low lying branch with practised ease, Lux sat cradled against the tree's trunk. 

The problem, she mused, was that she was not the patient type. So unaccustomed to being indoors, to formality... and the whole point of all her efforts still yet to show up.

Lux sighed. 

She had to play the game. She had to remember the point of it all....

...it was going to take time, she reminded herself. To infiltrate Panthera was an accomplishment she would never have attempted had fate not landed her in the city to start with. To get into the higher circle...luck indeed.

Now to meet the King...and the Prince. She had to gain their approval -- their trust, even, if it were possible.

Patience, that's all.

Of course she was going stir crazy in there... before coming to Pantheon, every night was an endurance test. Alone in the forest.. combat training in case she should stray into the path of a hunter. Night was the best time for her, a time when she could go about under cover of darkness -- swim in the sea.

'The sea! God, I miss it...' Lux thought.

Of course, Pantheon was on an island, surrounded by the sea. Just a few walls to get past...

She didn't really stop to consider whether it was a good idea; she was off, running on adrenaline and instinct.

Lux scaled the first wall with it's security enforced gate. 'should have made them higher, chaps...' She thought. 

Ah, shit.

She wasn't used to climbing in a silk shift dress -- thigh-high revealing slits up the side or no. She landed softly on the other side of the wall, and pulled the offending item over her head. Carefully, she folded it and hung it over a vine concealed by leaves, one of many surrounding the door. She'd have to remember the path back...not a problem. Living in a forest and network of caves for years requires good navigation skills.

Lux was about to turn around when she heard the footfall behind her. Instinct kicked in.

She whirled and ducked simultaneously, avoiding the silhouette of an arm reaching towards her. 

Shifting her weight to her back leg, she kicked out at the shadow man's torso. He cursed, but he didn't fall. The bastard had blocked her.

She aimed a quick upper cut, and a strong hand closed around her fist. Before she knew it, he had swung her around, using her own mass against her, and pinned her to his chest.

He was too good. Her instincts were screaming at her to run at the first opportunity.

She kicked in desperation backward and upwards and was greeted with a satisfying grunt, and the arm loosened enough for her to twist free...

A click.

Lux froze. 

She knew what it was before she turned slowly and saw the moonlight glinting off the barrel.

Lux hissed softly.

"Is there a single one of you bastards who fights fair? Should have guessed..." She muttered bitterly.

The silhouette held out it's other hand in a pacifying gesture, gun still steady. He stepped towards Lux.

Lux flinched, she couldn't stop herself.

The man stopped and cursed quietly.

"Please," he spoke softly and carefully, as though soothing a scared animal, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry, you surprised me..."

"I'm sorry if I fail to believe that," Lux drawled coldly, "when someone clearly trained in combat creeps up on me and attacks me in the dark." 

There was a surprised pause, then the shadow man laughed.

Lux went from startled to pissed in seconds. She took a deep breath.

"Who the fuck are you, what the fuck do you want, and why the hell are you out here in the dark if then?" She spat in one indignant breath.

The shadown man raised the gun skywards as he stepped back. Clear of the overhanging branches, the moonlight illuminated his features.

Lux suppressed a slight gasp. Damn, he was handsome.

That this was the first thing to enter her mind, and that she was temporarily left speech and thoughtless as a result, made her angrier still when she recovered herself. She flung her hands up and tilted her head sarcastically, in a gesture that clearly said 'Well?! I still don't know who the hell you are...'

The man looked like he was trying hard not to laugh again.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Felis, and I'm sor-" 

The man began calmly, but Lux's head snapped up and he broke off.

"Felis..?" She whispered aghast, "As in...Prince Felis?" 

Amused as he was, Felis stopped smiling as she began to look acutely uncomfortable. He took a step toward her, carefully.

"Yes..." He said gently, then continued "..but I am truly sorry about the introduction, you really did take me by surprise. This..." He gestured at the gun as he returned it to his holster, "..this was instinctive; I couldn't think how to make you stop . You put up quite a fight." The corner of his mouth twitched.

Lux just stood. For the first time in a very long time, she was completely at a loss as to what to say or do.

"I think, that you must be the new higher circle girl... Though why exactly you are in the Second Tier gardens at midnight, in your..." Felis paused and ran his eyes down Lux's scantily clad form "...underwear, now that I'm afraid you may have to explain for yourself."

Lux blushed. Then cursed herself for blushing. 

Resisting the urge to fold her arms across her chest and cover a little skin up, she defiantly placed her hands on her hips, trying to forget she was wearing only minimal claret lace. 

" I-" She began...then she realised she really didn't have an explanation. She faltered.

Remembering her shift was concealed only a few feet away. She reached out and retrieved it, pulling it swiftly over her head.

When she turned around again, Felis was still observing her, although his face had hardened a little.

Lux realised that it probably looked like she had been trying to run away -- although anyone in their right mind would realise there was nowhere to run to. Before she could say anything, the Prince stepped up to the wall and swiped his finger over the gate sensor.

He stepped back and indicated that she should go ahead as the gate swished aside.

For a moment, Lux wasn't sure he intended to come through with her. She felt like a child being sent to her room...but she heard him step through behind her.

Felis strode ahead and she fell behind him. She supposed he was taking her back to the quarters. Lux tried to pull herself together.

"Your highness..." Lux called out, though the words felt strange and foreign. Felis Paused.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't realise..." This was ridiculous.

Felis turned and looked down at her expectantly. Feeling even more childish, Lux sighed, the shrugged and looked up at him.

"I wanted to see the sea", She said simply, her face hardened in defense.

Felis blinked.

Lux decided she might as well continue.

"I've been to the dinners, in the hall. I've spent evenings in my room. It's just been a little overwhelming. I just needed some air, to see something familiar...." Lux tailed off. She was studying a hibiscus flower rather hard. She was probably talking far too much. 

Warm fingers brushed her arm lightly, causing her to look up. 

"Well now, I can't argue with that." She thought he smiled, though he was back in shadow again.

To her own surprise, she felt herself smile a little in return.

*** 

Lux lay in her bed, staring at her own reflection in the ceiling mirror. Black hair spread in a fan across an expanse of white linen. Hard green eyes.

She was thinking.

Maybe, just maybe, this would be easier than she had earlier thought. 

He was not what she had expected. 

She smiled secretly to herself, and herself smiled secretly back.



The Island Ch. 05



There was hermit on the island that lived in his cabin on a hill. He to wore the traditional loincloth and enjoyed the island's ministrations. His name is Matt and this morning he was eating his breakfast of cereal and juice, his usual breakfast, outside of his cabin. He did this to enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze that would come up his mountain. He did not mind visitors; he enjoyed the quiet more and he did have frequent guests come up for a visit. He often traded with the local fishermen that would tell him of the community's events and when he needed to come down to participate in the lottery. He was chosen several times to participate in the below ground facility. 

When he finished his breakfast he leaned back in his chair and relaxed a bit more before he would go work in his garden. He moved his loincloth to one side to allow the breeze on his 13' cock. He knew that this would attract the island's attention. The usual tingle came up from the ground and he smiled knowing what was to come. He felt two tentacles come up out of the ground and work their way to him. He felt one reach his testicles and started rubbing them. The other attached itself to his cock head and slide up and down on the hardening shaft. 

Matt moaned a little enjoying the sensations the tentacles were giving him. He spread his legs a little so that he could relax more. This also gave them more access to his cock and balls. They squeezed his balls together and pulled slightly on them. The one tentacle was stroking his cock and then clamped on the cockhead to apply some suction to accept his cum. It slid down his cock shaft and swallowed all of him. Matt moaned and almost came right then but knew how to hold it and the other tentacle pulled on his balls to stop any climax. After a time the pressure to cum relaxed and the tension was gone, he relaxed and his cock did give some pre-cum, just enough but not too much. 

The tentacle that was working his balls moved to his ass and his hole. He widens his legs even more to allow the access easier. The tentacle worked its way to the ring that would open the hole to allow access. It reached the puckered nut and moved in a circular pattern as it moved forward into the hole. The hole relaxed as a secreted lubricant was applied that would widen it more. It moved passed the sphincter and into his ass further. It stopped to allow Matt to get used to the size and intrusion. It then expanded its girth and produced more lubricant. The suction on Matt's cock was increased and the pumping was at a quickening pace.

"Don't get too greedy now." Matt moaned.

This produced a distraction to the increased size in his ass as the tentacle started moving in and out slowly at first and then picked up the pace. As he was being fucked and sucked by the tentacles, he pinched his nipples that provided more pleasure. He bore down on the ass tentacle and started fucking it like a real cock; he knew it would be only a matter of time before they would come in him and he into them. The tentacle in his ass expanded more as he could feel the bulge of cum make its way into his ass. It slid out at the same time and came on his balls.

"Make me cum." He asked.

The suction increased and he released his load into the tentacle as it milked him more. He felt the tentacle explode into his ass, filling him with its cum. He was exhausted and could barely move as the tentacles released themselves and started to clean him up. He must have drifted off as he woke up sitting in his chair with a semi-hard cock almost ready to go again. 

"Time for a shower and I have to get going down to the market," He said to no one in particular. He showered and soaped up his body in outside shower, he installed one like this so that the island could participate if it wanted to. Both he and the tentacles would need a rest for a time, but he had chores to do, as he was sure the island had a few as well. 

Matt walked down to the center with his vegetables for the market. He saw a few people that he knew and waved to them. Just because he was, a hermit did not mean he did not have friends. Seth and Greg came over to talk with him, he enjoyed their company and in more than a few times their bodies. 

"Hello Matt, how are you today?" Seth asked.

"Doing well, I trust your time within the facility was something you'll never forget."

"I will never forget that for as long as we live. I enjoyed it immensely." 

"He came back with renewed vigor." Greg mentioned with a smile.

"I am sure your cock had something to do with that Greg." Matt said with a smile. 

"I can't resist him on all fours pulling weeds."

All three smiled and walked on into the center. Both Matt and Greg had vegetables to trade. They had tables next to each other and setup ready for the day. Meanwhile Seth went to the fish booth, his catch earlier that day was bountiful and others were very interested in the fish. Seth made for very good deals and some great trades. He met up with Greg and Matt who were both holding sacks of goods and were ready to leave.

"Get your fill guys?"

"Yes, did you?"

"Yes, and then some. We're invited to a party at Paul and Ray's tomorrow night."

"They throw great parties, you'll have a great time," Matt said.

"They wanted us to invite you too, Matt, will you come?" Seth asked.

"Sure I'll make it. I need an excuse to try out the new punch I came up with anyway."

They parted ways and said their goodbyes knowing that they would see each other the next evening. Matt stayed a bit and stared at Seth and Greg's asses. He noted that their asses looked exceptionally tight today. He turned as his cock noticed that as well and he walked to his mountain cabin. He had in his mind to shower to get the fish and dirt smell off him. He was excited to go to the party, which he knew would go into the next day.

He was cleaning himself and washing the soap and dirt off himself when he heard a commotion going on down the trail to his cabin. He hastily got his loincloth on and with water dripping off him he ran down to see what it was and saw two guys on the trail. One was rubbing his ankle and the other was looking around for help. He saw Matt and waved him down. Matt came running and said, "Hi, seems you guys had some trouble here. Let me give you a hand. You can rest up in my cabin here for a bit."

"Thanks, my name Gary and this is Joseph. He sprained his ankle it looks like." Gary said.

"Yeah I missed that last step and fell."

"Well, I'm Matt and I live up on the mountain. C'mon my cabin isn't too far."

He reached down, helped Joseph up, and placed an arm around his neck, Gary did the same and they helped Joseph up to the cabin and into a lounge chair.

"I'll get some ice and something to prop up that ankle." Matt said as he went into his house to get the ice.

He came back with a blanket and an ice pack. He placed the blanket under the ankle and the ice on it to help with the swelling. He looked at Gary and said, "You must be tired and overheated a little. You are welcome to take a shower to clean up a little and get refreshed. I will take care of him. I have some ice tea made and it will be ready when you're done."

"Thanks I could use a shower and some tea." Gary said as he made his way to the back of the cabin.

Matt brought out the tea and a washcloth and soap basin for Joseph. Joseph sat up for the drink that was handed to him. "Thanks, I could use a drink."

"Also and a nice cloth bath, I'll take care of that for you. I don't want hear any arguments either." Matt said with a smile.

"No problem there. I'm too tired and sore to stop you."

Matt started at his ankles first and gently moved the soapy cloth over Joseph's dark skin and rubbed up and down the leg to soap it up. Then he wrung out the cloth and wiped off the soap. He could tell that Joseph was enjoying this attention, he cock responded by rising up a little. Matt made his way up his legs to the hips. He then went to his chest and started there washing off the dirt. He inhaled Joseph's scent, which was musky and very arousing. Matt's cock was growing as well and his breathing became slow and deep.

The cloth slowly scrubbed off the dirt and sweat from his chest. Matt made his way to his abdomen and the muscles there. He rubbed the cloth there and he noticed the loincloth was getting in the way.

"Well we'll have to remove that to go any further." Matt said.

Joseph untied it and slipped it off, his cock was now free, he was sporting a semi-hard cock, and it was growing fast. Matt took out some lotion that he used to help with aching muscles and other situations that need a lubricant. He placed a little in his palms, rubbed it into his skin, and then stroked Joseph hardening cock gently.

He was stroking the cock in his hand, when they heard Gary moan from the shower. Matt said, "The Island must have found him in the shower."

"Gary always strokes himself in the shower, sometimes too much and the Island notices."

With that, Matt moved his hand down the shaft and to the region in between the balls and ass. He pulled on Joseph's balls as he made his way to the hole that under them. His forefinger found the hole and it was a little dry so he placed a dab of lotion on the finger and placed it at the hole. He started to move the finger in a circular motion working it into the hole. It started to relax and he moved further inside. Joseph moan as the finger made its way inside him and he instinctively reached down to find Matt's dripping cock. Joseph squeezed the balls so that Matt did not come right away. Matt changed his position from beside Joseph to in between his legs. Taking care of the ankle, he went down to suck on the cock in his hands; he tongued the balls as he stroked the cock gently. He continued to move his finger further into Joseph's hole, taking time to brush the prostate gland. Joseph almost screamed as the orgasm hit, but Matt was holding his balls so he did not cum. He spasmed as his whole body contracted.

"Wow that was mind blowing. Can I cum now?" Joseph asked, almost pleading.

"I'm not done with you yet." Matt said with a smile as he devoured the cock in his hands. 

At that, Matt felt something at his ass, looking back, he saw that Gary has positioned himself behind him and was pushing his cock forward. "I couldn't pass this up" Gary said. He forced his way through Matt's sphincter and in his ass deep. He paused a bit and then started to piston himself into his ass. Matt did notice that a tentacle had come up and was sucking on his cock, while Gary was in his ass. It was taking his cock deep into itself. He knew that this meant it was intent on milking him dry.

Matt decided it was time for Joseph to cum and hard. He looked up and said, "Ready to shoot the moon?"

"Oh yes, make me cum."

After that, Matt smiled and sucked harder on Joseph's cock, Joseph started to buck his hips up into Matt's waiting mouth. Gary pumped faster and harder in the ass he was fucking. Joseph came when Matt pushed on his prostate one last time. Matt took all of his cum in his mouth and spilled out of Matt's mouth. He felt Gary pull out and shoot up his back with warm cum. This triggered Matt to cum into the tentacle attached to his cock. He to spasmed as he came hard into the receptacle and it milked as much as it could from his cock.

They moved after a while and made it to some chairs as the tentacles attached to them to clean and lubricate their bodies. They even healed Joseph's ankle to point that he could walk on it. It still throbbed a bit though. They sat there recovering in the afterglow. It was getting dark and Matt sat up, "Well guys what do you have planned for the day?"

"We're not sure yet. We had finished our daily chores already and wanted to walk around. Then he hurt his ankle." Gary said.

"So our day is wide open." Joseph piped in.

"Feel free to use the facilities. I have some work to finish up as I just came back from the market center and to get some fish in the smoker and cut up some vegetables for dinner. So the question is will I be having two more guests or just me?"

He stood up as Gary and Joseph made their way to the shower. He went inside and decided to make some tea for everyone. He placed the full carafe on the table with some glasses. He watched them in the shower; they were kissing deeply and stroking one another. Gary was cleaning out Joseph's ass, when Matt said, "The shower head come off and you can focus the water to pulse if you want. It'll help cleaning out hard to reach places." He smiled.

Gary took the showerhead off the hook and really got into that beautiful ass. Joseph moaned and began was dripping precum again. He stood up and turned towards Gary kissing him, "Your turn."

He took the showerhead and spread Gary's ass cheeks as wide as he could and placed the showerhead into position. The pulse setting opened the hole a little and got in there really well. Gary spread his legs a bit and the force of the water opened him up more, so much that the soap bar went inside of him. It was cleaning inside his anus and then came out again. This got Gary's cock to dripping as well. "We'd better stop before we trigger something." Gary said with disappointment. 

They made their way to patio area, where the tea was sitting. Matt was there drinking some tea. "You looked like you were enjoying each other. I did not want to intrude. Your loincloths are hanging out back. I washed them for you and they are drying now. Tea?"

They each took a glass and sat down feeling a little uncomfortable with their semis hanging down. The chairs had a hole in them in about the same area, as one's hardening cock would be. "Just put your cocks in the hole and you should feel better sitting down. I built those so that the tentacles would have easy access when they need it. I found that gave them easy access to my ass and cock with little adjustment on my part. Standing while I am being ravished is fun but it is hard on the legs."

They did a little shifting and their cocks fit perfectly through the holes. "That is a great idea Matt. Now I feel really comfortable." Gary said.

"As I said earlier you are welcome to say the evening, however tomorrow evening I have plans. So I will not be here."

"We appreciate your hospitality, Matt. We understand and it is getting dark. I wouldn't want to trust my ankle to the hike down the hill," Said Joseph.

"Then it's settled. Three for dinner." Matt exclaimed. 

"We can help with setting the table," Gary said.

"Just relax now and drink your tea. I think you will like it. It should help with regeneration."

At that, the island did respond to Gary and Joseph's hanging cocks. Two tentacles came up and engulfed the dripping semis. They gasped a bit, the suction took them by surprise, and they put their tea down on the table.

"I see that your cocks got the island's attention. Just relax and let it do its job. You may want to shift forward a little so it can fuck your ass." Matt said as he got up. His own cock was dangling as he walked into the cabin. They moved forward for easier access to their holes. 

The island took advantage of the situation and two more tentacles came up and slid in their waiting holes. The tentacles widened the ass cheeks by going in and then inflating a little to spread them. Their holes became accessible then and the tentacles made their way forward. They made a circular motion at the hole, lubricating as they moved forward. They entered with a popping sensation and stopped for a bit as they inflated to expand the entryway. 

Matt came back out to watch the scene, he liked to see his guests being ravished by the tentacles. He sat down, placing his own cock in the hole and moved forward a little. At that point, the island shot up two tentacles and secured Gary and Joseph's arms to the arms of he chairs. 

"Don't worry about that, it's to make sure you don't slip out of the chair," Matt said to their alarmed faces.

They went back to enjoying the thrusting and sucking motions. Matt smiled as he watched the scene, his own cock hardening. The tentacles continued their actions with renewed vigor and thrusted further into their asses. The tentacles expanded in their asses for more room and a fuller sensation. Then they moved in and out in a rhythmic fashion with each time going in they went further inside them.

Matt was enjoying the scene; he started stroking his own cock. It was leaking pre-cum so much, that the island took notice and sent a tentacle up to clamp down on his cock sucking it hard. He smiled as Joseph's hips bucked as he started cumming into the tentacle as it drained him. Gary came as well and it looked like he would not stop.

Matt came with them and gave all he could to the island's tentacle. The tentacles cleaned them off and stroked their balls as they relaxed in the chairs. They ate what was on the table to replenish themselves as the tentacles receded into the ground.

"Well it's time for us to rest for a bit. I have a nice big bed to sleep in. We should be comfortable in it." Matt said.

Once they were able to walk, they made their way to the bed. Lying down in the bed, Matt was in the middle as Gary and Joseph were on either side. They fell asleep this way and slept all night.



The Island Ch. 06



6.

The atmosphere was palpably different this evening, Lux noticed with interest. She was startled to realise that she must have been getting used to these dinners in the echoing cave; with course after course of rich foreign food and strange ruby red drinks that never seemed to run out. It had been... how long now, since she arrived in the city? It couldn't be more than a couple of weeks, but it seemed like an eternity. Lux was almost alarmed at the speed with which she had adjusted to this strange new world she inhabited. Now, though, she was reminded that there was plenty yet to come that may require adapting to.

The cause of unrest tonight, of course, was Prince Felis. 

Lux suspected that she had not been the only one caught off-guard by his sudden entrance to the dining hall that evening, five minutes after the first course had been set down. The whole hall had fallen abruptly silent, and there was the rustle of hundreds of people getting to their feet. For some reason, the level of formality had taken her by surprise, but she had stood with every other person in the hall, and sat with them in unison when the Prince was seated.

Felis nodded absentmindedly in recognition of the crowd's gesture as he sat. Then the focus had returned to the meal; or largely. One individual, Lux noticed, didn't appear to care much about the food anymore.

Lana was sitting next to the Prince, pawing him intermittently and apparently hanging on his every word. That much was clear from the end of the table. Felis, on the other hand, looked distracted and indifferent for all her advances.

Lux wondered if he was just immune to it. She cast her eye idly around the room, and it was caught by Luca, watching from the table below. She flashed Lux a quick conspiratorial grin, and Lux returned it.

Luca turned to reply to something Ethan asked her, and Lux returned to her isolated thoughts. At these meals she felt separate from everyone around her; like a ghost watching over events which meant nothing to her. She stared into her wine.

'Am I lonely?' She mused. 

So many years alone, content with her own company. Dreading meeting any others, since they only ever had bad intentions.

'I think...that I have too much damn time to think.' She concluded. Perhaps, it was only really possible to be lonely when you were surrounded by people, as she was these days. In a strange way, that made sense to her.

"More wine?" A curt but friendly voice broke her thoughts.

Atler was hovering the decanter over her glass, giving her his intense, lop-sided semi-smile. 

"Oh..." It took a moment for Lux to shake herself into the present.

"Um, why not?" She decided. "Hell, this stuff is one of the best things about this place..."

Atler let out a short, sharp noise that Lux realised must be his version of a laugh. She smiled to herself, then realised with a start that someone was observing her. She turned her head just in time to meet Prince Felis' intense gaze, before he looked away to speak to someone.

For a moment, something in her stomach jumped.

'Down, girl...' She muttered to herself, quietly.

She had to admit -- he was handsome. Very handsome. It was a little easier to tell; now that he was in the light...and not pointing a loaded gun at her. It was something to do with the contrast between the wavy, soft mahogany of his hair and his remarkable eyes. They were golden, almost honey coloured -- he reminded her of a lion.

A lion. Yes, that was a good description -- because hidden behind the soft colours of his hair and eyes there was blatant strength. Not just muscle -- although last night's little tussle had proven that, but an intensity and resolve that radiated from him.

On one hand, Lux found him intriguing. On the other, she was concerned. 

He was not an idiot. He was not weak.... certainly stronger and quicker than she was.

In short, she was not going to get the better of him without a serious advantage. She cursed herself for having slipped up last night in the gardens, for getting taken by surprise. Now her ability to fight - which he might not have guessed at - was no longer an advantage.

She shrugged to herself. It's not like she didn't have all the time in the world...she might as well enjoy the wine, settle in, get a feel for what she was dealing with. Oh, and one other little thing of course...meet the King. Word in the halls was, he was returning tomorrow.

*** 

"Felis, it's with the upmost respect that I say, please, for the love of Pantheon, sit the hell down. You're making me nervous."

Ethan sat in his friend and employer's study, feet un-booted and resting in the warmth of the fireplace. He swished a glass of good claret and eyed Felis.

The Prince was pacing the room, wine threatening to spill every time he turned suddenly about in a different direction. At Ethan's demand, he broke out of deep thought and sat abruptly down in the leather armchair opposite, with a sigh.

"Sorry...not that I need to be. Fuck off, in fact. But sorry." He grumbled, resting his chin on his hand.

Ethan laughed. He was trying to diffuse the tension that had been building in Felis -- hell, in the whole city -- since the news that Leon was returning tomorrow. The girls of the higher circle were buzzing in anticipation. Lana had suddenly become less concerned with the lack of attention the Prince was displaying, and was strutting around the halls with the air of a wronged queen about to be reinstated to her throne.

Felis just looked grim.

"You've done well in his absence, he'll be pleased..." Ethan stated, although he knew that wasn't really the issue. That, and the unspoken reality that the King was rarely pleased. 

Felis simply cast him a weary glance.

"Yeah, I know. Bring on the mayhem." Ethan murmured.

Things always got more...exciting ......with the King around. He was an expert game player amongst other things. 

The Prince stretched his arms up in the air, and with a sigh, returned to his default mode of impenetrable commander.

"So, let's check we have it all in order one last time. We both know what he'll want to see first. The books are all done... City wise, we have the latest deals, the crop status, birth & death records. Then the guard reports and log of activity on nearby islands...."

Ethan considered each item and nodded.

"... so then that just leaves all the details closer to home -- the reports from the heads of each tier, each circle, and the latest from up here."

"Including...the newbie. I don't need to ask if you've managed to keep away from her, do I..Oh restrained and chivalrous one...." Ethan grinned mockingly.

Felis looked less amused. Ethan's grin faltered.

"O.k, please tell me you haven't got all cosy with Lux before the King has even approved..." He began, worried, when Felis cut him off with an impatient noise.

"Of course I haven't", he snapped. "I'm not an idiot. That doesn't mean that she isn't going to make things more complicated though. She's interesting. He'll be interested." Felis gave Ethan a hard, rather accusatory look that seemed to imply it was all Ethan's fault. Ethan grimaced in response.

"Yeah...I know. I have a feeling that things are going to get a little ugly...."

"You think?" Felis radiated sarcasm.

"Well, beats dull!" Ethan grinned, springing out of his chair and avoiding Felis' death glare. "I can't wait!"

***

The King was standing rigidly on the balcony leading from his office, staring out over the city below. Felis, standing behind him, waited for his response.

He had just finished reporting the status of all aspects of the cities progress since the King left on his trip; crop yield, military training, activity on the surrounding islands. 

The King nodded slightly.

"Fine. The trip was a success. Area nine has seen some minor rebellions against the commander, so they remain of little threat and still in need of us for trade. We made record profits."

Area nine, previously one of the biggest military Final War bases, was now one of the largest 'cities' that Pantheon traded with. Felis had visited just once in the past, when he had just been promoted to his Father's second in command. He shuddered slightly. Whatever he had expected, it had been a far cry from the civilisation of Pantheon.

It was essential, as ruler of Pantheon, that King Leon regularly visited the city in order not only to trade, but to ensure that there was no risk of invasion. A city like Pantheon was worth invading -- rich in resources and women. Luckily, the King had yet to come across any organised group powerful enough to try. For security, however, other tribes and commanders of mainland groups were never invited to Pantheon -- they may know of the city's wealth, but all other knowledge was speculation.

"Congratulations, Sir", Felis replied to his father with the rigid formality expected of him when it came to city business.

"I shall of course inspect the city tomorrow. I trust you have all records completed and ready for review."

"Yes, Sir." Felis nodded again, as the King turned. 

Leon walked back into the study, moving to pour two glasses of amber liquid from a decanter. He passed one to his son as he continued -- a silent indication that the 'official' business talk was over.

"... now, to one aspect of your report that has certainly caught my attention..."

Felis tensed imperceptibly. Ah, here it was.

"...this new girl. She was tested by Ethan, I assume?"

"Sir."

"You understand that my approval is required before she may stay. I must say, I'm intrigued."

"She is an intriguing girl. I am interested to see what you think." Felis replied neutrally. There was no use in feigning indifference; the king was not stupid. Equally, Felis was aware that Lux's fate was entirely out of his hands at this point. She was unlike any girl in the tier -- who could predict what the King would think?

"Well then, let us go and have a look at her."

With that, the King turned and strode purposely out of his room. For a moment, Felis thought they were going straight to the Lux's room, but the King turned towards the security suite that lay between the King and Prince's quarters, into the surveillance room where Felis had first set eyes on Lux after her arrival in Pantheon. The room was a smooth extension of the royal quarters -- not the harsh clinical computer lab one might expect. It was richly carpeted, with flat screens set into mahogany panels lining the walls.

As they entered, a guard in his uniform black attire was typing data into a screen in the corner. He rose quickly at their entrance, striding from the room at the King's nod.

"Which room?" The King enquired curtly. Seating himself in a large leather armchair, he began to type out codes to gain access to the system.

"H-Six".

The King typed, the screen blinked black for a second, and then filled with warm light bouncing off polished white surfaces....and there she was. 

She was sitting at the end of the long white bed, legs crossed. The claret shift pooled in her lap, her knees bare on either side through the slits in the fabric. She looked serene, thoughtful, glossy black curls tumbling around her shoulders. 

Felis' eyes glanced surreptitiously to the King. He was analysing her thoughtfully, sipping his whiskey. Suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly and he leaned forwards.

On screen, Lux's head had suddenly snapped around in the direction of the door. Had someone entered the room?

Gracefully, she unfolded first one leg, then the other and rose smoothly to standing. She appeared casual, arms crossed, leaning against the bed post slightly. Felis, however, was a trained fighter. With the camera above and slightly behind her, he could see the tension in her shoulders. She was not as calm as she appeared.

When Lana slid into the camera frame, both men drew in a quick breath. 

Lana was talking. She was slinking towards Lux. Felis wished the surveillance cameras recorded sound. He knew Lana well enough, though, that her body language was unmistakable. This was a blatant show of female dominance. It made sense -- he thought, with the King's return, that Lana should attempt to put Lux in her place; mark her territory as it were.

So far, as Lana slowly advanced, talking, Lux simply stood and watched. But now he saw her straighten up, and her head moved slightly as she gave some response.

It was hard to make out Lana's face in detail, but her reaction was immediate. He watched all her muscles tense in anger, saw her raise her hand and step forward to slap Lux's face.

Almost too fast for the camera to follow, Lux had grasped Lana's wrist, blocking her strike. She smoothly stepped around the girl, twisting her arm and forcing her to the floor in one fluid movement. It was a skilled move perfectly executed, and both men watched as she leaned down to mutter something in Lana's ear. She let go abruptly, and Lana sprang up, her body language radiating anger, but also fear. 

Lana stalked from the room with as much dignity as she could muster, spitting a parting shot over her shoulder as she left. As Felis watched Lux raised one hand in a sardonic wave. 

The King laughed grimly, startling Felis, who realised with a start that he was sitting hunched tensely towards the screen, holding his breath. He let it out slowly and eased back, turning to his father.

Leon's cold face had lit up, almost gleefully. He was watching Lux's back as she retreated to her balcony with avid fascination. Finally, he pressed a key, and the screen died with an electronic bleep.

"Well now..." He murmured, almost contentedly.

"This is quite the welcome back."

Ethan felt his heart sink. As satisfying and, frankly, arousing as it had been to watch Lux cut Lana down to size, he had the distinct feeling that she had just signed up for far more than she bargained for. The King was thoughtfully swirling his drink, a cold half-smile on his lips. An old pre-War saying from a historic linguistics book in the library came suddenly to Felis' mind.

Out of the frying pan...



The Island Ch. 06



Author's note:

This is a story involving gay male sex. Please feel free to comment. I hope this series is being enjoyed. Thank you for your time. 

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Matt woke up to a feeling that his cock in a warm, wet hole that was sucking him. He looked down and saw both Gary and Joseph suckling his cook. They looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled, "I guess you guys woke up before me."

Gary said, "We thought that we'd get you up in fashion as a thank you for your hospitality." 

Matt relaxed as they continued their attention to his cock and balls. Gary sucked his balls as Joseph clamped down on the head of his cock and slid down the shaft, taking him in. Matt moaned as his cock grew harder and his hips bucked into Joseph's warm mouth. Gary slid from his balls to his asshole and moved his tongue into the puckered hole.

Gary gently circled the hole with his tongue working its way into the loosening hole. He placed a finger at the entrance and moved forward; working its way into the orifice. He moved the finger forward and would stop a bit to allow it to expand. He then moved it back and forth increasing speed. Joseph sucked on his cock harder. Matt placed both hands on Joseph's head and shoved his cock further into his mouth.

Matt felt his balls tighten up as Gary massaged his inner ass and he came into Joseph's mouth; some of which drippled out of his mouth. Matt fell back onto his cot with a smile. "That was fantastic. I can tell by your cocks that you've already came."

"The island took care of us earlier this morning." Gary said with a smile.

They got up and went to clean themselves off. They all made it to the outside shower to clean themselves off. Once they were clean, they say down on the patio. Matt served them some more tea.

"So, what do you guys have planned for the day?" asked Matt.

"We're going back to our cabin to check in and then back to our day." Gary mentioned.

"Well anytime you guys are in the area, please feel free to stop on by or if you need a good fuck let me know."

He watched them start down the hill as they headed for home. He smiled as he noticed that Joseph's ankle wasn't that bad after all. He thought, well he had a nice ass at least.

Matt went about his business to get ready for the party tonight. He was bringing his new punch drink, it was supposed to help with regeneration and stamina. He smiled as he remembered Paul and Ray's past parties. They were always large and he was always exhausted when they were finished. The party usually ended late in the evening/morning; he was always sore when we got home. Just thinking about them gave him a semi-hard cock now. The party wouldn't start for hours and he wanted to get some rest in beforehand. 

He went to outside and found his outside cot. There was a breeze that felt really good on his warn skin. He liked sleeping outside so that the island could come near him. There was an unwritten rule that the tentacles could not go inside a hut except to drop you in your bed. So he figured that if the island needed to fuck him who was he to say no. He slept well and was woken up by a gentle sucking on his cock and nipples. He looked down and saw that there were three tentacles on him. One suckling his cock and two others giving his nipples some play. He laid back and moaned a bit. His cock responded to the sucking by growing in length. His nipples were hard and very sensitive now. His butt cheeks clinched as the sucking increased, he started to bucking his hips in time with the sucking. 

He knew that his pre-cum was secreting inside the tentacle as it picked up the suction and pulled down on his balls. He was near cumming when another tentacle made its way into his ass and expanded his hole. He exploded into the tentacle and his hips left the cot and forced his cock further into the orifice. His whole body shook as he fell back onto the cot. 

The sucking on his cock increased to get every drop and then it slowed down as to not harm him, but it stayed attached to his cock. As if it was cradling it in a mouth to sooth it. The tentacle in ass was giving longer stroked and not the quick ones anymore. This acted like a massage to his anal ring. Even his mouth was getting deeper, longer strokes from the tentacle. 

This was a new development in his experience, first the island did not try to move him inside or cocoon him, and second it felt like it was acting a lover now and not trying to get a quick lay. Matt wasn't frightened in anyway just perplexed as he fell asleep in his cot. He smiled as the tentacles removed themselves from his mouth and ass and left the one suckling on his cock. His balls were being cradled as he drifted off to sleep. He knew that the island would wake him up before the party.



The Island Ch. 07



7.

She couldn't quite believe she was here, in this situation. That it had actually come down to this. It was done now; it really wasn't the time to be questioning whether she had crossed some line, or if she had any dignity left at all. 

She supposed that she didn't. But then, maybe she had given up dignity years ago in the forests of her island, feigning attraction towards random hunters so she could kill them before they killed her, and rob the corpses - like some desperate siren.

Lux made a quiet noise of disgust, directed at herself. Yet again, her thoughts were drifting into dark areas...sitting under a table, of all places. Perhaps it was the damned wine. She looked accusingly at the decanter in her hand in the dim light, like it wasn't an inanimate object. Maybe the worst wasn't even over yet, and the wine was just an attempt to make her compliant.... As if she could get more compliant than she had already been this evening.

This evening. How did she get here? 

The King, that's how. 

She had only met him hours before... after the incident with Lana.

Even as she had forced that bitch to the ground and made it clear that she would not kiss her pretty feet, Lux had known that she was digging herself into a hole. Lana was a woman with a mission, she was not going to let Lux get away with humiliating her; or threatening her position as the King's favourite. She should never have retaliated...

She sighed. Perhaps her pride and anger were the real enemies in this game. 

Two hours later, the guard had knocked at her door; the King had summoned her.

*** 

Walking through the royal quarters towards the King's study, Lux realised she felt something like excitement at the prospect of meeting this man. With such a build-up, she found herself wondering if the King's return would be an anti-climax. The walk was just long enough for her to realise that she was actually nervous, and... excited. The nerves made some sense -- after all, perhaps she had become too complacent about her acceptance in the higher tier. Her skirmish with Lana had reminded her that the position was still unconfirmed -- and fragile. The excitement though, that was more worrying. Adrenaline withdrawal, maybe....

The guard -- another man of few words -- had knocked at the study door, and at some signal Lux didn't hear, he swung it open and motioned her inside alone.

As Lux stepped into the study, she was momentarily taken aback. 

The King's study was unlike anything she had seen before. In essence, she supposed it was similar to her room here; stark white walls, a polished white floor -- one wall of glass that lead to a balcony, overlooking the lush terrain below. Large arched mirrors were positioned along the wall opposite the fireplace, like windows. The fireplace itself was white marble, polished and minimal. The furnishings however were a stark contrast. Almost intimidatingly masculine black leather chairs and a sofa stood before the fire. The desk was a semi-circular structure made entirely of glass, sitting on white marble pedestals. The overall impression was of harsh, minimalist decadence.

He was sitting behind the desk, calmly watching her as she took in the room. He didn't say anything when she finally met his gaze, continuing to watch her as Lux brazenly took time to analyse him, declining to break the silence herself. Beside her, the fire crackled.

She didn't know what she had expected of the King, but Lux suspected it wasn't what was before her.

He was clearly related to Felis; the strong jaw line, intense gaze. He was tall like Felis. His hair, though full, was and neatly cut and a shade of graphite grey. Still, he was younger than Lux had expected. Early forties, perhaps? Lux was dimly aware of realising that he must have been relatively young when he had Felis. She was also vaguely aware of realising that Felis' remarkable amber eyes must have come from his mother -- who ever she had been. 

Leon' s eyes were no less remarkable, and she currently felt as though they may be boring a hole into her head. They were a shade of intense ice-blue that added to the overall impression that the King was as impenetrable and cold as a slab of slate.

He rose fluidly from his chair and strode smoothly toward Lux, never breaking eye contact. Two foot away from her, he slowly began to circle her, eyes roaming over her body, sharply processing every detail. Lux could practically feel his eyes stripping her, as she fought the urge to turn around to face him.

He stopped behind her.

"You have a name?" 

His voice was deep, and as cold and smooth as his demeanour. He sounded... dangerous.

"Lux," She replied brusquely, staring ahead. 

"Well now... Lux", He sounded the name as though tasting it. "You have not been in my city long."

"No....your Highness." She added the courtesy on as an afterthought. 

"And yet..." the King began to walk smoothly back towards his desk, his back to her; "...you are already causing trouble."

Lux's eyes flicked to meet his in surprise as he turned and sat. She had known, of course, that Lana might tell the King of their...disagreement. She hadn't expected her to be quite this efficient. The King leaned forward slightly.

"Let me make myself clear," he spoke, with quiet menace. "Those honoured with a place in the higher circle, are here and remain here at my bidding. I do not tolerate disobedience or unrest within the circle."

Lux drew breath to speak... and then thought better of it. The king cocked an eyebrow, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was an uncannily familiar mannerism.

"Yes?" He murmured questioningly. Lux stayed silent, staring above his head through the glass wall behind him rather than meeting his gaze.

"Then let me guess -- 'she started it'?" He smirked slightly.

"Lana will be punished also, in due course."

Lux flinched slightly. 'Also' did not bode well.

"As for you... you have yet to prove yourself worthy of the honour of higher circle. In fact, I'd say you are standing on very thin ice."

Lux simply waited, resigned. Perhaps this was it...the closest she was going to get to the King after all. He picked up a book, preparing to return to whatever writing he had been doing before she entered. The brusque order that came next took her by surprise.

"Tonight, you shall attend the great hall early. You shall place yourself under the table before a soul is present. You shall sit there, at the foot of my chair, until I am seated and instruct you further. Then, you shall do whatever I indicate during the course of the meal."

Lux stood frozen. Her jaw clenched. Was he seriously implying what she suspected?

King Leon did not look up.

"You are dismissed." 

For a moment she remained, her blood running cold. Then slowly, rigidly, she turned and made her way to the door.

" And Lux...." She paused at his voice, nonchalantly cutting the silence.

"...I'd aim to impress."

*** She had crept in while the cavernous space was echoingly empty, tables laid neatly in preparation for dinner. For the first time since Lux's arrival, the two ornate chairs at the head of the table had immaculate glimmering crockery, glassware and silver set before them. Feeling utterly ridiculous, she crouched and slid between chair legs, lifting the heavy white linen cloth that hung down to a foot above the flagstone floor.

Once under, she looked around. The light was dim, obscured by heavy wood above and cloth all around. Although the higher tier table was large, Lux felt acutely claustrophobic. She sat down, shifting her position periodically as the piercing cold of the stone floor bit into her flesh, and waited -- trying desperately not to think too much. 

She couldn't believe she was lowering herself to this. But then...was it any worse than things she had done in the past....seducing hunters? 

Yes, she decided. This was different; she was not in control. It was humiliating, and she had practically volunteered for the honour. And there was no backup here...no Gus. But even as she thought this, steely determination was returning to her. Hadn't she always known it would be bad, coming here? Hadn't it been easier than expected so far? She should count herself lucky.

The bastard was trying to break her - that much was evident. He could see her pride, and he was trying to destroy it. She wasn't going to let it happen. If he wanted to be impressed -- fine, she would impress. She would maintain control of the situation in her own head. 

'He hasn't won unless I let him...' She thought. It seemed she had a new mantra.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the murmur of approaching footsteps and voices from below her. The citizens of Pantheon were filing in to be seated in the lower levels of the hall. Lux suddenly felt immensely grateful that the heavy white linen table cloth touched the floor on the inside curve of the table; that which faced the descending tiers of the hall. No one could see her. 

She sat and watched as eventually below the tablecloth pairs of feet filed could be seen, finding their place around the crescent table. Chairs were scraped back around her. Lux knew when the King entered, a reverent hush feel in the hall. The final two pairs of feet walked smoothly to the chairs before her, and as the King and Prince sat, Lux heard everyone in the hall following suit, and suddenly she was sitting before a panorama of knees -- some in claret shifts, toned thighs visible through the open slits at either side, some in black denim.

The King was addressing the hall, his cold, deep voice filling the space. Lux could hear the words clearly enough, but she wasn't listening -- some speech about success on the mainland... praising the people for all their work, that sort of thing. She was staring at the legs before her. Straight ahead, the King. To his left, Felis. To the King's right, the caramel thighs and dainty feet of one that could only be Lana. Lux had the sudden desire to stick something sharp in one of those perfectly manicured feet...shame there was nothing to hand, really. She smiled to herself grimly. If Lana wanted a competition, she would get one.

A growing buzz had returned to the hall again -- the King had stopped speaking. Lux watched as the feet of serving girls passed around the table. She pictured them pouring out wine, placing platters of food down. Her stomach clenched slightly... she was glad they would never know she was scared.

Lux watched as the King spread a white napkin over his knees, meticulously. The white cloth rucked at his waist, falling either side of his legs, cloaking everything outside the table from view. 

She watched as his right hand disappeared again, above the table. She could hear his cold voice murmuring -- Lana's flirtatious response. Meanwhile, his left hand began swiftly and nimbly to undo the buttons of his fly. 

Clearly, he was practised, Lux observed dryly. She found her anxiety was beginning to fade, replaced by a constant burning anger in the pit of her stomach -- and something else. Resolve, perhaps. It felt gritty and bitter.

Even before he beckoned, she was sliding forwards. He spread his knees apart slightly, an invitation. Lux knelt between them, and slid one hand gradually up his thigh. If he wanted satisfaction, she would give it to him. She would win him over...Then eventually, when the time was right, she would kill him.

He grasped her hand with his; strong, dry, warm. He moved hers towards his crotch, then withdrew his above the table -- presumably to carry on with the meal. His self-assurance would be impressive -- if she were that easily impressed, Lux mused. She didn't need further encouragement. She set about finally freeing him from the confines of tight dark denim. 

He was already hard, and Lux studied him for a moment in the dim light, running the nails of both hands up his thighs. His cock was comparable in length to most she had seen before, but thicker. She brought one finger to the tip, traced the bead of moisture gathering there, smoothed it over the sensitive surface of the head, teasingly. Then she leant in, and with one slow, deliberate stroke, ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. 

She sucked the smooth head gently between her lips, lathing it with her tongue, enjoying the twitch she was granted in response. She could hear the King continuing his conversation with Lana above; but she could feel the tension in his legs, the slight spasm of muscle each time her tongue hit a sensitive spot. He was resilient.

Finally, she slid her mouth down the length of his shaft, engulfing him as far as was comfortable. She began to slide up and then down the length of him rhythmically, one hand still caressing his inner thigh. Every so often, she would allow her teeth to gently brush against him. 

She would interject her relentless assault with her mouth with periods in which her hand would wrap around his shaft, pumping smoothly, as her lips sealed tightly around the bulbous head, tongue circling. Her other hand she brought up to cup his balls, rolling them firmly between her fingers, teasing him further. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum in the back of her throat. 

Lux shamefully acknowledged that she was rather enjoying herself. If he had expected her to be humiliated into submission, he was wrong. At that moment, concealed under a table and pleasuring the man she hated most in the world, she felt an immense sense of power. Not only that, but this was one area in which she was quite adept -- and knew it. Her mind drifted briefly to Gus, remembering nights in the island caverns when his groans had echoed off the walls...but she drew her mind back to the present. It made this harder, thinking of Gus, not easier.

She was teasing the King still, increasing the speed and intensity of her efforts before reigning in and lightly caressing the head of his cock, when she felt his hand on the back of her head. Winding her hair suddenly round his fist, he pulled her head uncomfortably back. Lux supressed a gasp, before he rammed her mouth forcefully down upon his shaft, driving his shaft deep into the back of her throat.

Unprepared, she gagged and her right arm flew out as she overbalanced forwards. Her hand grasped the nearest support as the King raised her head painfully by her hair, then forced her down again. Fighting for breath, she realised she was gripping a thigh -- not the King's, as a strong, cool hand came down upon hers and gripped her fingers. Felis. She gripped the hand like a lifeline, not thinking, as she fought to regain control. Eventually, she relaxed her throat and regained a rhythm, as the King's hand untangled from her hair and instead grasped the back of her neck, roughly massaging the soft skin there.

It was not long before she felt his cock thicken and jerk in her mouth, and she grasped his balls gently as they began to clench. As she dived down once more until the head of his cock collided with the back of her throat, she felt the first warm, fast shot of his seed pump into her mouth. Lux swallowed automatically, repeatedly. She drew her mouth slowly back up the shaft as it gradually began to soften.

*** 

The King let out a quiet sigh, cradling his wine. Then he turned to Felis, leaning in close to his son's ear.

"You know, you may be right about this new one. For a moment there, she had me almost distracted..." He murmured, with a slight smirk.

A muscle in Felis' jaw twitched. Below the table, his hand still lay over Lux's, which gripped his leg still as she recovered. He thought he was disgusted as he could get, until Lana leant over to his Father, and in a girlish, falsely playful tone, murmured "May I try out the new girl now, your highness?" She grinned, managing to look both coy and malicious at the same time.

Felis watched as the King began to smirk a little wider, considering the idea.

Beneath the table, Lux was regaining her breath when Lana's voice cut through her consciousness. Her blood ran suddenly cold. She couldn't do it. It was one thing to stoop this low to secure her place near the King...to manoeuvre herself to a better situation from which to destroy him. But just imagining giving any pleasure to that bitch, while she sat there smugly...Lux felt her face burn in indignation. She wasn't expecting what came next. 

"I believe my desire comes before yours, Lana. Or do I need to remind you of your place?" Felis interjected, coldly.

Above the table, Lana and the King both paused momentarily in surprise. Lana soon regained enough composure to glare cattily back at Felis, as the King's smirk widened even further.

"Why Felis, I thought you disapproved of this -- how did you once refer to it? Oh yes, 'manipulative degradation'... but since you seem to have changed your mind, please, do help yourself..." He drawled.

"Thank you, Father" Felis replied coolly.

He felt Lux suddenly attempt to snatch her hand from under his, but he grasped her fingers tighter. He was going to have to play this carefully.

The King had evidently pushed the girl towards him below the table; she collided suddenly with his leg. Felis reached with his free hand to find her face, making contact first with her hair. He could feel her trying to recoil, then the moment she decided to remain stubbornly frozen. Gently, he drew his hand down the side of her face, until he found soft, full lips. Then, he brought one finger silently to them, in what he hoped conveyed a 'shhhh' gesture. She remained still.

Felis removed the finger from her lips, and proceeded to casually adjust the napkin in his lap. From where the King and Lana sat, he could just as easily be opening his fly. Then, he gestured for the maid to bring a decanter and refill his glass. Beside him, he heard Lana murmur something to the King; trying to re-claim his attention, stroking one hand down his leg. While they were distracted, he swiftly and smoothly lowered his wine glass below the table cloth. He lifted Lux's hand, still grasped in his, and after what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze, deposited the glass in her fingers.

Felis scanned the table quickly to see if anyone had noticed. One face turned towards him caught his attention; from the table of the tier below. 

Ethan's expression was priceless, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Felis knew he shared the same disgust of the King's 'amusements' -- he had been almost as angry as Felis had when the King had told them of Lux's next 'test'.

Felis, face completely deadpan, winked.

Below the table, Lux sat cradling the wine glass, still staring suspiciously at Felis' legs. What exactly was going on here? Was he giving her a brief break before she was expected to impress him, too? That didn't make a lot of sense. It couldn't be long before the privileged table retired to the royal quarters for the evening. She decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, as it were...whatever his motives, he had, after all, saved her from Lana's attempts to humiliate her further. She would rather repeat her performance for the King ten times over than give that bitch the satisfaction once...

It seemed she had been dragged into some long-standing father-son dispute. She was too tired to care what that meant for her...she'd think it over tomorrow.

She took a large swig of wine, swirling it around her mouth; erasing the taste of the King. Better. She ached from sitting on the cold stone floor. On the spur of the moment, she turned and shuffled backwards until her back rested against Felis' legs, feeling absurdly grateful for the small amount of warmth they provided. 

*** 

The meal lasted longer than she expected, and she almost drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the anxiety and strain, still propped up against the prince's legs. The wine had instilled in her a false warm fuzziness that pleasantly drowned out her growing sense of self-disgust. The glass, however, was now empty. She could judge that the meal was largely over due to the growing hum of voices in the hall.




The Island Ch. 07



Lux heard the sound of a chair drawing back, and the voices fell away, replaced by the sound of hundreds of chairs drawing back. The king was on his feet, and the citizens of Pantheon had followed his lead. She shifted forward, moving away from the Prince's legs as he stood also. The legs began to file out of the hall, and gradually the room quietened. The sound of clinking crockery took over as serving staff began to clear the lower tables first.

Lux wouldn't leave until the hall was clear. She felt strangely safe there, aware that the King probably wouldn't return to the hall. She studied the gap beneath the cloth, looking to see whether anyone was clearing the higher table yet, when she saw the glint of glass next to the Prince's chair legs. Creeping closer, she realised a near-full decanter of wine sat hidden slightly under the chair. She swiftly retrieved it.

For a moment, she held it and stared at it, a small smile on her lips. The Prince must have placed it there as he left.

*** So there she sat, under the table, trying not to think and failing. 'What is done, is done' She thought. She listened as the table above her was cleared. 

Finally, the hall fell completely silent. She carefully slid out between the chairs, looking around her as she went, and silently crept through the passages and back to her room.

Once there, Lux strode directly into the bathroom. There were no bolts on any of the doors, something that in this place usually made her uneasy, but tonight she didn't care. She was shivering from cold and desperate to relieve the tension in her muscles. She stepped into the large, glass fronted shower, and turned it on so that an instant deluge of warm water opened onto her head. 

She was still dressed, and her silk shift clung to her. Stripping it over her head and struggling out of saturated lace underwear, she turned the heat up, and raised her face into the stream of water, sighing as it began to ease the biting cold in her bones. She reached for whatever bottle came to hand on the glass shelf above, and stepping out of the stream for a moment, began to coat herself in floral-scented lather from top to toe, smoothing it over her aching limbs, massaging it into her hair.

Back under the steaming cascade of water, she hugged herself, trying to deal with the thoughts and images flying through her mind's eye quicker than she could comprehend them. Things she had done, on her knees, in the forest, or in the sands of a cave -- Gus. Promises she had made to herself, and to him...to make things right. Yes, that was what she was doing.

The cruel voice in her head was taunting her. 'This is your revenge upon them all? Sitting under a table, grasping the hand of the Prince as his father shoots his load into you willing throat?' 

No. That was not the point. This was part of the plan -- how else to get close to them? She needed to be trusted, or at least have won them over. The closer she was to them, the better.

Even as she regained her certainty, her determination, the events of the evening were still playing in her head. Lux was rinsing the fragrant foam from her body. As her hands drifted down to her thighs, then up to the apex of soft curls, she acknowledged grimly the heat there, the build-up of moisture. She could not deny the excitement that had curled deep in her core this evening, evoked by what though... by the brief sense of power, or the humiliation?

That, she thought grimly, now that was not part of the plan. Perhaps it may make it easier, however...to go along with the King's desires...

One niggling thought remained, would not leave her, as she slipped between the soft sheets of her bed. It was the last thing she thought as her eyes drifted closed.

'If I'm not acting, then... what am I becoming?'



The Island Ch. 08



8.

Lux gritted her teeth slightly against the persistent burning sensation radiating through her arm. The metallic whine of the tattoo gun was setting her on edge; she stared out of the window of her room and tried to focus on anything else; the foliage, the clouds in the distance. She had no doubt she would be sitting still in the same chair for most of the day – she would dine in her room tonight. The view had already become old. 

She knew she should feel victorious. Her 'maid' (the idea of her own maid still seemed absurd to her) – one of the young lower tier girls who dressed her hair each day, had been brimming with excitement. Lux was in, she was staying – she had secured her place in the esteemed higher circle, and the maid would stay to serve her. This mark was being indelibly etched into her arm to prove it.

The higher circle tattoo was almost beautiful in its intricacy. It had the same woven-knot black circular border of the other tiers. Usually, this contained in its centre interlinked red circles – two for the second tier, three for the third, and so on. For the higher tier, however, there was just one thin red circle, and in its centre a single ornate design depicting a crown. The elite, royal circle.

In some way, she mused, she did feel a sense of victory – the tattoo, her acceptance, was at the King's order. She had not seen him, or the prince, since her ordeal in the dining hall the night before; but she must have impressed him. It seemed like a triumph, she had finally fully infiltrated this trusted circle. Still, as the silent tattooist continued, a sensation of depression, tinged with guilt, grew.

She circled her ankle, subtly, feeling the slight tug of scar tissue where her only other tattoo had once been. It brought back memories, this process, the burn. Last time, however, she had been so excited – so proud, as the little image of the tiny bird had been etched carefully into the delicate skin. It had hurt, perhaps so had been too brimming with excitement to feel it. All she could think about was the pride of her Father; the honour at being elected by the council to be their youngest ever member – only thirteen years old. The excitement of the upcoming feast in her honour, when she would be sworn in, and the tribe would bow to her. That evening, the celebration had been the best moment of her life to date – she felt that with absolute certainty. In fact, it would be the best moment of her life whatever became of her, she felt. How could it possibly be bettered now?

Of course, she never even got to sit at one council meeting – hell had reigned down before that chance came. All at the hands of the Panthera – who were now marking her as their own. 

No, she didn't feel proud. She felt like a traitor, rapidly losing the little bits of her past that she had tried so hard to cling on to for ten years. 

She felt a strange desperation to distance herself from her own skin.

*** 

It was a knock at the door that woke Felis up from his ruminations. He realised with a start, glancing at the vintage pre-war clock hanging above the door that he had been staring at a blank spot on the wall for over forty-five minutes.

He rubbed his eyes, and the prince's bowed head was what greeted Ethan as he entered the study.

Ethan's face was momentarily etched with concern.

"Are you well, your highness?"

Felis gave him a small weary half-smile as he looked up, leaning back in his chair and raising his arms behind him in a stretch.

"Yes, course Ethan. Come sit down." He waved vaguely in the direction of the large, brown leather high-back arm chairs by the fire. He rose wearily and moved to sit opposite Ethan. The fire, always in – whatever the weather and season, burned cheerfully in the grate. It seemed out of place amid the general tension. 

Ethan examined the prince critically. He was clearly stressed, and not sleeping enough. There were faint dark shadows under his eyes, a gaunt look about him – he was uneasy. He decided to go for the direct approach.

"Felis – something is getting to you. You look like crap, to be frank..."

"Well, thanks!" came the sarcastic reply, but it was tinged with humour, and a little half-hearted.

Felis didn't believe in any pre-war, old–world gods – but if he had, he would have thanked them for Ethan. He was the only person in Pantheon the prince really trusted – who knew him the best, and would be absolutely honest with him. He sighed.

"The growing atmosphere can't have escaped you, Ethan...."

Ethan leant forwards in his chair, elbows on his knees, and looked at Felis keenly. 

"No....There's all the usual turmoil that hits when the king returns from a trip...sexual tension is palpable everywhere you go, and there's no doubt that he's planning some spectacular celebratory orgy in honor of his return. I can see that..."

Felis gave him a flat, challenging look.

"Yes, all of that. But it's worse this time – and you know it."

"Why, though?"

Felis simply cocked an eyebrow in response.

"I'm serious Felis – you're right, everyone's on edge – more so than usual. We need to think this through. Why is that? "

The prince frowned, and seriously considered Ethan's question. He swirled the drink in his hand absentmindedly.

"Well," he murmured, "Things have been slipping. I was left to set examples amongst the scouts in the Kings absence, since they've started getting slack – that looks bad. They think the King doesn't care what they do – he turns a blind eye to what is frankly criminal. It isn't good when the second in command has to enforce the law...Then of course, there's the unrest amongst the consorts..."

"The new girl?" 

Felis frowned again.

"It started before that, and you know it. Lana has been pushing the boundaries for months – she seems determined to grasp as much power as possible. The King has let her get away with too much."

He sighed.

"The girl is just bringing all the problems out in the open, let's face it. First her unusual entrance, then her clash with Lana...."

"That was hardly avoidable. We both know Lana would never let someone muscle in on her 'territory' without a fight."

"True." Felis looked tired. "But I have this awful feeling it's going to get so much worse before it gets better..."

Ethan leaned back casually, and chanced to venture into slightly dangerous ground.

"And yet, you're not exactly taking the low-risk management route..." 

Felis rolled his eyes at Ethan, letting out a loud, slow breath between pursed lips.

"Go on then E. Don't hold back, tell me what you really think. You'll always make your feelings known eventually, whether I like it or not."

He smiled a little wryly, and Ethan grinned in response.

"I saw you the other night at dinner Felis – I watched your little stunt with the wine while Lana and the King weren't looking. You deliberately risked pissing off daddy dearest just to cut the newbie some slack...Why?"

Ethan hoped Felis would divulge what his feelings were for Lux. He'd been watching the Prince, trying to gauge how he felt about her, but Felis was an infuriatingly closed book when he wanted to be.

"Lana was seriously pushing her luck," Felis said grimly. "Frankly, I was a little worried about whether Lux would snap and do something drastic if I didn't step in..."

"The King has put many girls though similar if not worse 'tests' before, Felis, and you've rarely intervened in the past." Ethan pointed out, rationally.

Felis frowned again as he considered this.

" You're right. But I've never before been worried that the girl may have the potential to cause any real problems – and let's face it, generally new consorts are utterly submissive and only too eager to please. They're raised here in the city, taught to aim to serve the King."

Ethan's face was more serious now, as he met Felis' eyes.

" I agree. Which means what, that we don't really trust Lux?" It was more of a query than a statement.

A moment of thoughtfulness ensued. Finally, Felis broke the silence.

"She's a wildcard. We don't know her origins, or her motives – and we know she is strong and smart enough to be potentially dangerous. Given where she was found, I think you can guess what my suspicions are...." He gave Ethan a significant look.

"You think she may be a survivor from the... incident, ten years ago?" It had occurred to Ethan too. "She was found on the South-West isle, it would have taken a boat to travel from the South Isle. Plus, someone's trained her to fight. That's just strange."

"It's not impossible. It would be foolish to dismiss the idea completely. On the other hand, even if she is a survivor – there's no evidence she intends anyone harm. There's every possibility she would hide her origins for fear we might suspect some revenge motive and cast her out, or worse. "

Ethan murmured his agreement. 

"I expected the King to be concerned about the possibility, when we told him about her."

Felis sighed.

"The King is growing careless. He thinks everyone was dealt with that day, and it was a decade ago. I'm not sure it would occur to him that one beautiful girl could be a personal threat."

"Do we talk to him about it? Make him aware of the possibility?" 

Even as Ethan thought about it, he cringed. To open old wounds might have some nasty consequences. Nasty in the sense that Lux may not survive. He knew Felis was thinking the same thing.

"Maybe we're being suspicious bastards and she isn't even from...that island, originally. Perhaps she really did escape some hunters who had captured her and passed through. God E, we can't just shop her to the King for him to do who knows what to her, based on speculation!" Felis threw his hands in the air in frustration.

Ethan nodded. 

"So what, we just keep an eye out? Watch her?"

Felis shrugged, and then nodded back, still looking troubled. For a moment, they sat in silence, mulling the situation over in their own heads. A bird outside the open glazed wall broke the silence with a flurry of song.

Ethan looked up at Felis.

"On the plus side... you think she's a 'beautiful girl', Eh?"

***

The beautiful girl in question was watching layers of make-up (or 'war-paint', as she'd taken to thinking of it) being applied lovingly and precisely by her maid, Mai. She observed with some detachment the increasingly familiar progression to the groomed femme fatale of Pantheon. She was almost getting used to this new alter-ego. 

Night was approaching, and the tattoo on her arm was now a smarting circle of ornate tender flesh. The tattooist who had spoken not two words to her throughout the whole process had smoothed some kind of heady-smelling balm over the design, sponged off any remaining blood, and left. It was sore, but she could now ignore it.

What was occupying Lux's mind more thoroughly were the two messages she had received as the tattooist had been finishing up. 

The first came from one of the guards. He had knocked (on the wall beside the heavy draperies that concealed the entrance to the rooms), and she had murmured some kind of assent for his entrance. 

She didn't recognise him, but he was in the usual black get up. He gave a deep and formal bow. 

"I bear a message from his majesty the King, Lady Lux." He paused, waiting for permission to speak.

'Lady Lux...' she thought to herself. Weird. That's going to take some getting used to.

She nodded.

"He wished me to convey his congratulations. His majesty requests your presence at his side during dinner tonight, and in the high lounge after dinner."

Lux nodded hesitantly as she processed the message, and the guard bowed gracefully and left.

Is she was at his side...where would Lana be? She felt distinctly nervous. 

The second message came not long after the first, after the tattooist had left. The same guard was back.

" There is a consort from the second tier wishing to see you – apparently, she has permission from the Prince." 

The guard's face was neutral, but the phrasing made it seem as though he half expected to refuse her visitor entry. Apparently, lower tier members didn't visit the royal quarter very often.

When she gave her assent, she surprised even herself with the relief she felt when Luca sashayed into the room. She gave Lux a deep curtsey. Lux felt a little ridiculous.

"Honestly," She murmured as the guard left, "You get a bit of ink, and suddenly everyone's bowing and dancing around you..."

Luca rose grinning.

"Congratulations, Lux of the higher circle! You certainly earned it." Her face turned a little harder.

Ah, so Luca knew what Lux had done to get here. Luckily, Lux wasn't one to feel embarrassed. She shrugged.

"So I take it you don't come up here too often?" She changed the subject.

Luca let out her fabulous throaty laugh.

" Nope, I had to tell the guard to go ask the Prince himself since he didn't believe me – eventually he caved. I'm privileged to get an invite up here..." She grinned again.

They sat down on the edge of the huge, soft bed. Lux found some of the tension that had built up over the last few days easing – it was hard to be stressed around Luca. She had an infectious brightness about her.

"Did the Prince really invite you up?" 

"Yep. Well, usually its E's job to give new consort's the rundown – but he suggested to the Prince that I do it. Normally, it's not too urgent..."

Lux frowned.

"Why is it urgent now?"

Luca gave her a sidelong look.

"Girl, tonight things are going to get real heavy, real fast. The King is in the mood for a little celebration, and you and Lana are the guests of honour, so to speak..."

They spawled on the bed for about an hour, then moved to sit out in the afternoon sun, which hit Lux's balcony and warmed her skin.

She had had no idea how many rules there were to this game, but it emerged that Pantheon Law had been written down when the first women had appeared at the army base – rescued (or more likely captured, Lux thought) from the post-war wasteland. 

It made some sense. There were more men, holed up safely in their military bases, than women – bombed in their homes and at the mercy of invading troops – left. Those women that survived were often traded, pretty much as slaves, between raiding post-war looters and gangs - who eventually became known as the 'hunters' of today. It was unsafe to be female since the war. 

The general of Panthera was organised, fighting to make the base into a working, self-sufficient civilization since hell had come to the planet. When women arrived in the city, so few to so many men, a system needed to be developed – to protect them, and satisfy the troops. So tiers and consorts were created, and with that came even more rules.

Even after hours, Lux felt she only knew the basics, but she listened carefully. The smallest bit of information could prove useful, or essential. The girls were bound by many rules, but surprisingly, so were the men – even the King.

Lux was now property of the King and Prince – who could demand her as and when they wanted her. As Felis was second to the King, Leon's wishes came first, but she was to respect them equally as royalty. Not only that, but if they were to order her to satisfy another man or woman – whoever they may be, she should obey – but only at royal orders. She was absolutely forbidden to have sexual relations of any kind with any other male or female.

"If you were to break any Pantheon law, in theory, you can be thrown out of the tier – to be downgraded, or even imprisoned – if the crime is bad enough. Prisoners have no rights whatsoever. Those deemed enough of a threat are occasionally shot." Luca was being deadly serious now.

Well, it had been a military base, Lux thought. Rules made the place function.

"Other rules – and these will become apparent tonight, I suspect – no fighting amongst tier members. I have a feeling Lana will suffer the backlash of that tonight..."

"You mean she will be punished? For the fight we had?"

Luca nodded. "She knows better."

"She's the King's favourite...perhaps she doesn't fear him as much."

Luca laughed. 

"Oh, that's possible, but then she's a fool. The King only truly loves himself these days, and his moods are fickle. And he can be cruel – he likes to inflict a bit of pain."

Luca looked at Lux carefully as if gauging her reaction. Lux's jaw tightened slightly. It was not the idea of pain turning the King on that bothered her, so much as his apparent freedom to do anything he wished. That was dangerous. 

"And what's to stop the King getting carried away?" she asked, carefully neutral.

"Oh, plenty." Luca leant forward, and dropped her voice just slightly. "You need to understand, laws apply to him also – to all the men. No man can touch a woman outside of his tier, and although the King can technically upgrade anyone he fancies at any time – it doesn't happen often. He doesn't like his women to have been the property of lower men first. 

You are the first new member in the higher tier for two years. It is punishable by death if a man touches a woman of another tier, especially higher, without the King's permission. Although the King is generous with his consorts, and I've no doubt some of his guard will be rewarded in the lounge tonight."

Lux nodded, to show she understood.

"No man can touch a woman like me, who is another man's sole consort – no matter what tier they are in", Luca added.

"You mean even the King can't touch you?" Lux was surprised.

"Even him. Claiming sole consort is incredibly rare, and means you are bound by some of Pantheon's oldest laws."

"Ethan loves you a great deal." 

"Yes, he must do." Luca paused a second and smiled to herself, then went back to her task.

"Provided they are abiding the law with their choice of girl, a man may take whatever pleasure he chooses. Everyone has different tastes. However," at this point Luca looked at Lux significantly, "he cannot draw blood. Much of Pantheon is watched by camera in order to witness this, in case a girl should ever claim blood falsely, or a man should deny it. It is a serious offence."

"Who would punish those at the top if they should break the law?"

Luca smiled. Lux was clearly a smart girl.

"I've never seen it happen, but should complaints from five parties be raised against the king, the matter is dealt with by the Elder council. It is composed of Elder members of Pantheon, elected by the population. They know the law in great detail, and although they have no power in running the city, if complaints are raised they in theory have the power to overthrow a King, and elect a new one at the people's bidding." Luca sounded like she was quoting a book – which was probably the case.

Lux raised her eyebrows. The sheer scale and intricacy of Pantheon was stunning.

"So you see – it's complicated, but really if you keep your head down and do as the King says, you'll survive."

Lux looked suspicious. "And yet you were worried enough to make sure I knew the score before tonight..."

"E and the Prince thought it wise to prepare you. Lana and the King... they play some pretty sordid games, and they both like their sex on the rough side. To someone who doesn't know that, It can look pretty extreme..."

"...after all," Lux finished for her, with a dawning sense of apprehension, "...I imagine you could go rather a long way without ever drawing blood."

*** 

Before dinner, Lux had been nervous – primarily at dealing with Lana's reaction if she sat at the Kings side during dinner. She imagined that wouldn't go down too well, and as fun as it would be to drive the bitch mad with jealousy, Lux felt tired at the thought of yet more hostility. Catty skirmishes just weren't that satisfying...she was always left wanting to unleash a few blows to the head, and it wasn't permitted.




The Island Ch. 08



Now, as the last of the dinner plates were discreetly extracted from beneath their noses, she realised she had probably been aiming her concerns in the wrong direction.

Dinner had been a strange experience. The number of eyes, both from the high table and those below, scrutinising her was an entirely new and slightly uncomfortable feeling. The majority were not hostile, simply curious – in fact, even the other higher tier girls didn't appear jealous or unkind. Lux wondered if this was due to her new firm place amongst the group, or because of the noticeable absence of Lana.

Likewise, she wondered if the strange tension in the air could be attributed to Lana's absence, or her presence in Lana's place, or just whatever appeared to have the King in such high spirits. 

She came to the suspicious and not entirely comfortable conclusion that all three were probably linked, and that there were probably more surprises in store.

It was almost a carnival atmosphere. There was a level of excited murmuring behind all other noise, and a sexual tension in the air that was almost palpable.

After her experiences the previous evening, Lana had half expected the King to be garish over dinner, or in some way suggestive to her, since she was now a piece of his official property. On the few occasions she had crossed paths with him, he never seemed to behave in any way she expected, and tonight was no exception. 

He had held her chair for her when she entered, filled her wine glass, and been every bit the gentleman. He had said very little to her, except to briefly admire her new tattoo, and congratulate her. She had forgotten how intense his cold blue-grey eyes were, and he had occasionally looked at her intently, then smiled to himself and looked away.

In fact, he said very little to anyone over dinner, save occasionally turning and quietly remarking to Prince Felis. Felis had looked distant and tense, the King only quietly pleased.

Lux could see the resemblance, sitting close to them both. With little else to do, she had sat and attempted to interpret the strange dynamics around the table. She was none the wiser when the end of the meal came about.

The King rose gracefully, and those at the table, then every table below throughout the hall, followed suit.

"Ladies and guards of the higher tier, If you would retire with me to the higher lounge." 

He took her arm in the crook of his, for all the world like she were some queen, and lead the procession out of the hall. 

Lux's stomach twisted slightly.

Leon looked down at her.

"Have you been in the higher lounge yet?" He asked quietly, in a conversational tone.

"No. Your Highness." 

He smiled to himself.

*** 

The lounge.

It was a spectacular room; a round space at the centre of the higher tier, between the semi-circle of the King's quarters and the echoing semi-circle that housed the Prince. There was an enormous hearth on the back wall, while the front wall – if a circular wall can have a front – featured a large curved panel of window – which Lux supposed would show that landscape fast becoming familiar, over the valley of Pantheon – were it not currently draped in heavy claret velvet to keep out the dark.

The room was not the object of her attention, however. In the centre of the space, surrounded by a smattering of huge throw cushions and a few armchairs, were two vertical cast iron posts – like curtain rails standing upright.

Between these posts, stood – or rather, stretched – Lana.

*** 

It was exactly as Felis had expected, so he barely acknowledged that Lana was tethered naked between two posts in the centre of the room. He noticed Lux, on the arm of the king in front of him, pause barely perceptibly as she entered the room. He hoped that Luca had at least slightly prepared her for tonight's entertainment.

The King loved a good celebration of his return, almost as much as he loved inventive punishment, so it make perfect sense that he should combine the two.

They settled, the King and Prince in large armchairs facing Lana, the ladies reclining and stretching out on the huge pillows in a circle around her. The guards stood around the walls of the room, still looking every inch alert and professional – but they were not really here to protect tonight. Felis had personally seen to it that there were still men guarding the key posts of the upper circle corridors – the rest were to enjoy the celebration. 

The lounge was designed to make an impact – a striking combination of the King's love of minimalist style, and the Prince's taste for old world. The result was heavy furnishings on pale walls; draped curtains and deep carpets, with a minimalist but enormous fireplace. The most striking feature, however, was the array of mirrors of all sizes, shapes and ages surrounding the circle, which threw firelight around in the evening and were currently reflecting shards of the decadent scene in the centre of the room. 

The King had drawn Lux down to sit on a cushion beside his chair. 'The newest lap dog...' Felis thought, grimly– although he was amused by how she somehow managed to maintain complete dignity, straight-backed and aloof, at his feet.

He cast an eye over Lana. The leather cuffs securing her wrists to the posts, high up so her arms were slightly raised, were gentle and not too tight. There were cuffs at the bottom of the post, but her ankles remained unsecured, so she stood in her usual seductive pose, hips tilted to one side, thighs together. She was clearly enjoying the scrutiny. 

He had seen her face, however, when Lux had entered with the King. Rage had flitted rapidly across it, and Felis was still unsure whether the King's big show towards Lux was out of genuine fascination with the girl, or simply another form of punishing Lana.

He supposed tonight would make that clearer.

The girls of the circle were whispering and murmuring quietly amongst themselves, clearly anticipatory. One had, at the king's gesture, begun to hand out tall glasses and pour sparkling wine for everyone in the room. Only when everyone had a drink did the king begin to speak.

*** 

Lux felt coiled like a spring, she was so tense. At the same time, she was slightly disgusted to realise that she was excited, in a curious, nervous way. She had no idea how the evening was going to play out, and the atmosphere was heavy.

The King stood up from the chair beside her, and everyone fell silent. He began to casually stride around the group of gathered people, around Lana at their centre.

"Ladies, gentlemen," He nodded in their general directions, "Thank you all for joining me this evening."

Did anyone here have a choice? Lux thought. Looking around though, the company looked almost relaxed, if excited – except perhaps for Felis, who as usual, looked completely neutral. Lux found it impossible to tell what the Prince was thinking.

"As you are all aware, I have been called away from Pantheon and my people several times recently, and I fear, there will be more times to come, in order to ensure the safety and prosperity of this city. I have gathered you all here this evening, firstly, because it is a delight to be home – something I wished to celebrate." He paused, and a ripple of laughs and smiles spread about the room. He smiled slightly.

"It is my desire to acknowledge and congratulate my son, your Prince, who rules in my absence. My thanks to you all," he gestured around the room, " for your continual support and work in the city."

Lux was starting to appreciate exactly how the King was King. He was a clever bastard. He spoke in a low, almost conversational tone; but Lux was no fool. Everything the man said was carefully thought out, perfectly executed, down to the smallest pause. Not only was he an expert actor, but he was strangely charismatic.

She cast her eyes smoothly and subtly about the room. Everyone was staring at the King, enraptured. In fact, only two people were not. Lana, whom the king was currently walking behind, was glaring at Lux, but looked up and away when Lux met her gaze. Impressive, that someone could try to appear superior when tied between two posts naked. The other person was the prince, who was scanning the faces in the room much like Lux. Their eyes met very briefly. Lux had half expected him to look away, cold and impenetrable as ever, but his eyebrow and lip quirked up in a brief sardonic smile, and Lux found herself mirroring it before the King spoke again, and they looked away.

'What was that?!' she thought, almost shaking her head at herself.

"Of course, we have another reason to celebrate." The King stepped towards Lux and courteously took her hand to raise her to her feet. 

She suddenly had to work hard to remain calm as every eye in the room turned towards her curiously.

"I'd like to introduce our newest member to the higher circle in two years; this, ladies and gentlemen, is Lux." He smiled at her and Lux gave a little half-nod, half-curtsey before dropping back to her seat.

The Kings face turned serious. 'Here it comes...' Lux thought, 'The real point of this evening.'

"Unfortunately, this evening is not purely about celebration. It is only natural, I suppose, that in the absence of a King, occasionally subjects forget their place, and the rules that allow them to live here in peace and safety."

The King, behind Lana again, stepped toward her and idly ran the back of his hand from her shoulder, down the curve of her back. Lux watched as Lana drew in a silent breath, her eyes drifting shut slightly. The whole room watched intently – clearly the King was going to use his power over those present to the maximum.

"As you know, I am a great supporter of the rules, made by my fathers and their fathers before me... without which, Pantheon would not exist." 

To this, murmurs of agreement throughout the room. He turned abruptly away from Lana, who sighed imperceptibly. His voice turned harsher.

"Lana recently chose to disregard one. She deliberately provoked and fought with another consort of the circle."

Silence.

"I need not remind you that discord and fighting of any kind amongst yourselves is prohibited. No-one is exempt from punishment for rule-breaking."

At this, he gestured to one of the guards standing at the edge of the circle, and a muffled gasp went up from the girls.

"Sabien." The King smiled. "Sabien guarded me closely during my trip to the mainland, and deserves rewarding. As many of you may be aware, he is most skilled in the art of punishment."

Sabien was tall and wiry, with dark hair and dark eyes. He had a disarmingly cheerful grin, but his expression was disturbingly dark to be quite so gleeful. It took Lux all of thirty seconds to assess that every girl in the room was slightly afraid of him. 

'So you are the King's bad cop....' She mused.

Even Lana was showing signs of alarm, although she did a good job of hiding it.

Sabien stepped up to a chest in the corner and began to select several brutal looking leather objects from within.

"So to the rules of this evening," The king continued, conversationally, "Ladies, you may play amongst yourselves," Here a raised eyebrow and a grin, with giggles in response, "and gentlemen of the guard, you may pick and share amongst the ladies, after of course – myself and the Prince. Tonight is your reward."

"Sabien," He turned to the guard.

"Your highness" Sabien bowed slightly.

"You know the rules as well as I do. You may do what you will with Lana this night, she is yours, and yours to share if you wish. Only she is not allowed to climax at any time." 

"Leon, please!" Lana blurted out, with indignation bordering on panic.

Everyone in the room froze.

The King turned calmly to face her.

"I am your King, Lana. You will address me as such. You shall learn to serve others, not simply yourself." He turned to Sabien. "Blindfold and gag her, and begin when you please."

Sabien bowed and began to secure Lana's ankles to the leather cuffs on the posts. She struggled slightly and he simply laughed. He circled her, tweaking leather here and there.

Lux had a strange flashback to a scene from a pre-war film, something her father had shown her. She had sat for hours, fascinated. Women in strange, billowing dresses, dancing; and this image, a man checking the leather straps on some huge animal – a horse- that was what it was called. She had never seen a real one, there had been none on her island, at least.The shock of the flashback shook her; a memory that had been undisturbed for years. 

Childhood memories did not belong here, in this place, in this room. She shivered slightly.

She felt completely isolated from the atmosphere around her. The carnival air of excitement was still there, laced with a heavy tension. The girls of the circle were whispering amongst themselves, throwing comments and glances at the guards behind them.

It occurred to Lux that they rarely got an opportunity to touch anyone but the King - and when not in his favour, anyone at all. This was an exciting night for both the guards and the consorts. 

A movement beside her made her turn, and she watched as Felis rose smoothly. He stopped in front of one of the women, and held out a hand with a formal nod. 

Lux recognised the girl from the hall dining table; she was blonde, with marble pale skin. She had always seemed quiet and pleasant – she had smiled at Lux, once, when their eyes met at the table, talking only briefly to those around her. She blushed and looked down as she took the Prince's hand, and returned with him to sit beside his chair.

The King was watching his son with a look of wry satisfaction. As he looked on, his hand drifted down beside his chair, and he idly ran a finger lightly down Lux's shoulder.

It was obvious, she realised with a start, that she had been marked as the King's for the evening – but the realisation only truly dawned on Lux at that moment. For the second time in the King's presence, she realised she was scared. How did he manage to have this effect on people?

'Right now,' she thought, 'I think I'd rather join in an orgy with all the guards here, than spend any alone time with the King....which makes no sense.' 

But then, maybe they wouldn't be alone – maybe they would stay here, in a room full of people. Would that be worse? Possibly. But safer, surely? Then she thought of Lana, and realised that public clearly didn't equate to safe in Pantheon. 

Lux's mind was still whirring through these conflicting thoughts, when a sharp crack of leather against skin turned every head in the room.

***

At first, she was simply horrified. She fought to keep her face neutral, and watch, as Sabien swung the evil looking thing back again. The whip had three leather thongs swinging from its leather-wrapped handle, and she couldn't believe it hadn't drawn blood with the first lash across Lana's flesh.

But that had been a while ago – Lux realised she had completely lost track of time. It couldn't have been that long, could it? She broke her gaze away from the macabre image of Lana and Sabian to scan the room quickly.

The guards and their consorts, often in groups of three or more, were sprawled in groups around the room. Wine was flowing freely. Some were watching the scene in the centre of the room with avid fascination and arousal, some were utterly preoccupied with their partner/s of choice. Most were in some state of undress.

The room was full of sound; moans, laughter, and increasingly some more animal than that – flesh on flesh, mouths.

Behind it all, the swish of the whip, the crack, and Lana.

To start with, each crack of the leather had brought a muffled wail from behind the gag. Sabien had not whipped relentlessly though; it became increasingly obvious to Lux that he knew exactly what he was doing. In between groups of lashings, he would pause suddenly, and step in to Lana.

He would circle her, sometimes massaging the red, inflamed flesh of her buttocks, sometimes trailing a hand over some other part of her body. He would lean in and whisper into her ear, but what, Lux had no idea. As he circled her, Lux realised that he scrutinised Lana as though she were a work of art he was creating; with an almost critical tenderness, appraising his work and addressing areas for improvement.

And then she noticed that Lana's responses were changing. From the initial wails and tensing of limbs, now her protests became almost groans.

Now, she watched as Sabien delivered several quick blows of the whip in succession. Lana shuddered and emitted an almost guttural moan. Sabien stepped around her, and ran the loose, draping tails of the whip lightly over the skin of her thighs, her stomach, and finally her breasts. 

Her nipples were already pebbled in arousal, and Lana visibly shuddered as he lowered his head and took a bud in between his lips. When he broke away, it glistened. He reached down, and ran the handle of the whip along the crevice between her thighs, slowly, teasingly. It came away gleaming with moisture.

This time, Lux heard him as he leaned in to place his lips to Lana's ear, and whispered: "That's my girl."

Lux felt numb. 'This is fucked up, god, so fucked up...' she thought, her mind racing. But the noises, the atmosphere – it was all getting to her. There was no use denying it, the whole decadent tableau was an arousing spectacle.

The King was observing the whole scene with casual interest, as though every evening consisted of entertainment such as this. Lux sincerely hoped it did not. 

The Prince was leaning over, talking quietly to the blonde girl – his chosen entertainment for the night. He showed no sign of touching her yet, but every so often the girl blushed and giggled at something he murmured to her. 

Lux was astounded to feel a slight twinge of bitterness towards the girl, and gave herself a quick mental slap. For god's sake, the Prince may be a slightly less dangerous evening's companion that the King – but the last thing she needed was someone who wanted to actually talk. That involved some acting skills. She was feeling sufficiently thrown this evening to know that to survive tonight and have a chance at the kings confidences, she needed to capture his interest. The more he wanted her, the lower his guard...and the easier it would be to take him out.

She realised with a start that the object of her current scheming was at this moment analysing her. She quickly looked away, studying the room.

The King leant down towards her, close enough that his breath moved her hair.

"Now, what can it be that Lux is thinking so hard about?" He murmured, with an edge of amusement. He rolled her name around in his mouth like it was some kind of fruit.

For a split second, Lux envisaged calmly responding 'Oh, just how many times I may need to screw you before I can kill you...' and couldn't resist a small smile.

The Kings eyebrow quirked up in puzzled amusement at her smile. Lux managed to supress a sudden surge of anxiety when he suddenly rose and held a hand out for her to follow suit.

She steadily stood, and beside them, the Prince and his consort did the same. Perhaps he was required to stay until the king did?

Sabien was approaching Lana with a new leather contraption, and paused to nod to the King as he lightly tucked Lux's arm over his and drew her towards the lounge exit. They were leaving in the direction of the King's chambers.

*** 

Felis lead Eloise gentle across the lounge towards the door to his chambers. As he held the door for her, he threw a quick glance over his shoulder.

The room had dissolved into writing bodies, but he was looking above the scene, glancing at the retreating back of Lux and his father as the door closed behind them.

As he lead the quiet, pretty girl down the corridor to his room, he felt uneasy. The King had left early, unusual – he usually stayed and took his pleasure there and then, staying with the company until the early hours. 




The Island Ch. 08



On one hand, it was a relief – if the King was there, it would be rude for Felis to leave, and he hated the public orgies his father was so fond of. He was glad to retire quietly with one of the sweeter members of the tier.

On the other, it was obvious Leon's interest in Lux was no show. He was leaving because she was of greater interest to him than anything else in the lounge. 

Felis clenched his teeth. Was she a threat to the King? Should he be more worried? In giving her the benefit of the doubt, he could be risking everything.

He shook his head and smiled at the girl now standing before his bed. 

The King was a grown man, he could very well take care of himself. Felis resolved that he was going to enjoy himself, and do his best to rid his mind of a certain pair of wild, serious green eyes that kept haunting him.



The Island Ch. 2



Our explorations and antics went on for the rest of the week. Jen and I went at it as often as possible. We tried all sorts of things...69'ing, she tried deepthroating me, she even stuck a finger in my ass. At one point, after cumming inside her while I was eating her pussy, she pushed a huge glob of my cum right into my mouth. I had never tasted that before, but I didn't mind. 

It was now Friday and Mom & Dad had just returned from work. Now, as I said earlier, Mom is definitely a hottie. An inch or two taller than my sister, she has darker hair, lighter eyes & if I'm accurate, a size bigger chest than my sister. Her ass is beautiful...full, but not too big. Long legs to die for. Again, Dad was a lucky man to be fucking her.

Jen & my Dad decided to get take-out so while they were out, Mom & I set the table & waited. After a while, we realized that they were gone far too long. In our next thought, the phone rang & it was Dad saying that they're stuck in an accident & will get home when they do. My Mom & I grabbed a couple of beers & headed for the porch. As we sat there, we got to talking about me & my sisters boyfriends & girlfriends. Our family is not prudish when it comes to discussing private things, so I gladly opened up to Mom's questions. After a couple of beers & no food, we were both a bit buzzed. Then, that's when Mom dropped the bombshell on me..."Have you ever thought about fucking Jen?"

My heart skipped a beat & I spit my beer out. "What?" was all I could stammer....

"Jen....your sister.....have you ever thought about fucking her?"

"I don't know....maybe....why do you ask?"

She looked me straight in the eye & said "Don't bullshit me.....First of all, you two are way too happy around each other after being together all day all night. Secondly, I found a used condom in the garbage. Now, unless you are jerking off into condoms nowadays, your secret is out!"

I froze....I didn't know what to say.

"So tell me" she asked.."How was she?"

I figured we were busted so I confessed. "She was amazing!"

After giving Mom all the details, she figured we'd better go inside, as it was getting colder. As we were walking in, she wrapped her hands around my chest & held me close. She gave me a kiss on my neck but she lingered. In a flash, I felt the tip of her tongue lick my neck. My cock jolted by this & I turned around to see her eyes sparkle. She pulled me closer & our mouths meshed together, her tongue finding mine. I grabbed her back & we kissed for what seemed like an hour. She pulled away & looked at me. "Did she do this?" my Mom asked as she dropped to her knees & pulled my shorts down. My mind was spinning & in a flash, Mom had my cock buried down her throat. Mom was definitely better at sucking cock than Jen was, but it didn't matter.

"Mmmpphhh" was all I heard as Mom's throat devoured my cock. She even stuffed it all the way down & held it...milking it with her throat muscles.

"Damn, Mom....that feels awesome!"

"Hmmm...glad you like it!"

She resumed her sucking & within 5 minutes, I was ready to cum. I tried to hold back, but it was becoming futile.

"Mom...I think I'm gonna cum"

"I want you to cum in my mouth...I want it all!"

I was trying to hold back when I heard Dad's car pulling into the gravelly driveway.

"Shit...Dad & Jen are home" I yelled...

"Do it...cum for me now!" was all Mom had to say.

I grabbed her head & pulled it all the way down my cock. She gagged but relaxed & started milking my cock. She was rewarded with one of the biggest loads of cum I think I've ever squirted. She held me down her throat so all the cum I pumped went directly into her belly. When I was done, I pulled out & headed for the bathroom to clean up. Mom greeted them & started dishing things out. Jen & Dad sat at the table & as I got spoons & forks, Mom leaned over & said "Thank you. Next time, I want to taste it!" I looked at her & said "Next time you taste it, I hope Jen will be with you!" Mom looked at me & smiled & said "You're on!"



The Island Ch. 3



After dinner, we all cleared the plates. I can't remember who it was, but someone suggested we go get some ice cream. Jen & I jumped at the offer and in 10 minutes, we were all off the ice cream shop. Since it was a beautiful, warm night, we decided to sit outside & eat our cones. I was taking a bite when I looked up and saw Jen staring at me. I watched as she winked & began to lick the cone in a way that set my dick twitching. Ice cream had even dripped onto her hand & she began licking it up. She licked the cone just like she licked me. My cock was getting harder by the minute, but wearing loose shorts, I knew I had to turn away otherwise, I'd be showing everyone my hard-on. My Dad called Jen to show her something & while their heads were turned, I looked at Mom, who proceeded to lick her cone from bottom to top, giving her tongue a flick when she hit the top. "Damn!...I can't get away from this. My dick will never shrink down with them doing that" I thought.

When we got home, we had decided to play a game. We all changed into our sleeping clothes & met back in the living room. Since I just wear boxers & a t-shirt, I was the first one out. I almost popped wood when Jen came out wearing a loose fitting tank top & a tight pair of stretchy-cotton boxers. As I was whispering to her that she's going to get me hard in front of everybody, Mom came out. For any newcomers, my Mom is a real hottie. My sister is the spitting image of her, only younger. I was not uncommon for them to be mistaken as sisters, rather than mother-daughter. Anyway, Mom came out wearing the same thing as Jen, only where Jen's was white, Mom's was black. She sat next to me, while Jen was across from me. The two of them teased me all night, especially Jen, who, every time she bent over to roll the dice & move her piece, I got a quick flash of her braless tits. This kept me on edge for the length of the game.

When we were done, Dad said that he was going to go to sleep & much to her displeasure, grabbed Mom's hand & brought her in with him. Jen & I were watching some TV when Jen got bored & flipped over to the satellite. She started flipping through when she came across the porno channels. Her eyes lit up & she re-positioned herself next to me. She turned out the lights & turned down the volume. We could hear it, but didn't feel the need to have Dad hear it. She propped herself next to me & leaned on my shoulder. She was beginning to get fidgety & grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch. She spread it over both of us & rested her hand on my thigh. We watched this young blonde giving head to an equally young guy. "Hey...that kind of looks like us" she said, as her hand crept up my lap to my cock. My cock was already hard from the porno so she was treated to a nice surprise. She grabbed it and started stroking it. "The only difference is that she doesn't suck cock like this" and in one fluid motion, sank her mouth down to the base of my cock, deep throating the entire length. I fought off every urge to scream out. It felt soooo good when she did that. She picked her head up & smiled at me. I leaned in & kissed her passionately. She pulled away & resumed her expert cock-sucking.

With all that was going on, we didn't hear Mom come in the room. She stood off to the side & watched her handsome, young son getting an expert blowjob from his beautiful younger sister. I rolled my head around & saw her standing there, her top pulled up over her big tits & her hand moving inside her now wet shorts. I smiled, put my finger to my lips to shush her & motioned for her to come over. She walked over, stripping along the way & got behind Jen.

As Jen's head was facing my belly, she had no idea Mom was here. Mom bent down & quickly pulled Jen's head off my cock & before Jen could react, kissed her like I've never seen two people kiss before. Jen's eyes opened wide due to the quickness of the action but quickly closed as she realized it was ok. Mom pulled away & asked "Mind if I have some". "Sur...be my guest" answered Jen. Mom pulled her hair to the side & just like Jen, swallowed my cock down to the hilt. At one point, Mom held my cock & pointed it towards Jen, who, leaned in & sucked it into her mouth. I was in Heaven, watching my Mom & Sister taking turns sucking my cock.

"So tell me, little girl....are you any good at eating pussy?" Mom asked.

"Hmmm...well...let me show you" was Jen's reply.

What a sight we were....me sitting on the couch, Mom between my legs sucking my cock & Jen laying on her back with Mom sitting on her face. Judging by the moans coming from Mom's stuffed mouth, Jen was true to her word. She ate Mom's pussy like she had been doing it for years! Her tongue must have been better than I thought because in no time, Mom was cumming. She was moaning on my cock & I could feel her body stiffening as she came. When she was coming around, she swallowed my cock & held it down her throat. I was the next to go as I yelled "I'm cumming" and started shooting my load. Mom did her best to swallow it, but she couldn't. She gave a loud groan as she gagged on my cum & almost threw it back up. I finished shooting my load all over her face. I ended up shooting it in her hair & over her nose and lips. As I had promised her, Jen moved from under her & began to lick my cum off of Mom. They began kissing & as I sat there, I watched Mom & Jen sharing my cum.

We lay there, panting & sweating. We sat & told Mom about how we both got started with each other & Mom started getting turned on all over again.

"Well...I think there's someone here who didn't get a chance to cum" said Mom. With that, she pulled Jen down & spread her legs & began to eat her daughter's bald cunt. Apparently, Mom was as good a pussy-licker as she is a cock-sucker. As I watched Mom's tongue darting in & out of Jen's cunt, I saw Jen's face begin to contort & scrunch up as her first orgasm began to hit.

"Oh God, Mom....you're making me cum!" she moaned. My Mom stopped long enough to say "Do it...cum in your Mom's mouth!" With a grunt & a twitch of her hips, Jen exploded into Mom's mouth. I had never seen it before, but I was amazed as I saw a stream of cum shoot out of Jen's cunt & hit Mom right in the face. Mom held Jen's legs & kept eating her until she almost passed out. With a glazed look in her eyes, Jen worked up enough strength to say "DO it...Fuck Mom!"

I moved behind Mom & ran my cock up & down her cunt lips before slowly sliding it in. Mom moaned loudly as my cock sliced into her. I started off slow & picked up my pace until I was fucking Mom hard! She was grabbing onto Jen for support as I fucked her hard & fast.

"Mom....do you think I can have some of that?" asked Jen in her best little girl voice.

"Sure, sweetie...come & get it!" Mom said.

Mom slid off my cock & Jen crawled over & took her place. Mom was amazed at how easily my cock slid in to her . I fucked Jen as hard as I did Mom & soon, she was cumming all over my cock. Mom crawled around & pulled my cock out of her, sucked it clean & put it back in. She did this a number of times before letting me just fuck her.

"Shit...I'm close to cumming!" I said...

"Mark..cum in me...cum in me!" screamed Jen. I looked over at Mom & she said "Well...you have your orders...cum inside your sister!"

In about 4 more strokes & I shot a load of cum that I think came from my toes. My cock expanded inside Jen & I felt squirt after squirt fill her up. Jen could feel my cock twitching inside her and gave in to the sensations, cumming again all over my cock. After what seemed like hours, I finally pulled out & watched as Mom got on her knees & sucked my shrinking cock. She was moaning & told us how good both of her children's cum tasted. She then moved over & let Jen lick some off.

Before we knew it, the sun was coming up & we each moved to our respective rooms for a quick 2 hour nap. Dad got up & bellowed that he didn't want to get stuck in weekend traffic so to hurry up & pack so we could leave. As before, Mom went with Dad & Jen rode with me. Of course, Mom & Jen slept the whole way home. As tired as I was, I felt charged as I remembered my fantastic two weeks, licking, sucking & fucking Mom & Jen. I knew life at home would never be the same!

Boy was I right!



The Island Day 01



I was eager as anyone to welcome the arrival of the summer. A year has been exhausting up to that moment – even problematic. Fourteen-hour workdays have taken their toll and I was mentally and physically spent. It could be said that I was suffering from acute fatigue. I have completely neglected my private life, seeing my friends less than once in a blue moon, and any type of relationship was further from reality that the cat's catching of the red dot. Yes, I definitely needed a vacation. I've already booked a week in the first half of June for me. I needed a true reset, before the season on the Adriatic begins and every square foot of the coast is filled by some tourist.

It was my last day at work. The suitcase was already packed in the trunk of my car, I was completing my final tasks and impatiently checking my watch, calculating the travel time to the ferry port. The first thing that springs to mind to any sea-lover living in the landlocked part of the country is the smell. Only Adriatic has that unique, magnificent scent, tangible immediately after the last mountain saddle is traversed. The smell of Aleppo pine, olives, rosemary, lavender and salt, all mixed up in a beautiful cacophony of joyful aromas. I imagined that scent at least hundred times a day and it always took me daydreaming. I just wanted to relax. To sleep, lie in the Sun, swim, eat, drink – all that without phones, emails, meetings, negotiations, contracts...

The time came. I turned off my notebook, slammed it down and stretched myself out of the office chair. I'm going to the seaside, bitches! I exited my room and, in an almost dance-like move, walked through the hall towards the exit. Petite, cute receptionist Renata looked at me under her eyebrows, vibrating a mix of happiness (because I'm finally going on a vacation) and envy (since she's not going):

"Going, eh? Haven't seen you this happy ever since we started making money" – she said with a smile.

"Darling, you know that I love you all, but I don't want to hear from you, see you, smell you. I don't wish to know that you even exist for the next nine days!"

"I get you, honestly," – she said, and immediately faked a frown. "You fuck, going at this time of year, I hate you!" She didn't sound rude, but friendly. The collective was functioning as a family, from top to the bottom. The primary rule was that any formality, ass-kissing, keeping quiet, back-stabbing – basically any standard office communication - was strictly forbidden.

"Just imagine how you're gonna hate me on Monday, awwww... When you get to the office around 9 o'clock and remember that I am, just at that moment, jumping in a beautiful, refreshing sea, eh?"

"You'd better run before I start to throw stationary at you!"

"Kisses! Bye! Have fun!"

***

It was hot outside. Sweltering. The constant temperature was well over 90 degrees, the heat wave was hitting with full force for the last couple of days, and the prognosis was that it will continue – indefinitely. I've hit a home-run with the timing of my getaway. Awesome! I sat in my car, turned on A/C to the max and pressed the pedal. My dear Island, here I come!

***

I opened a window immediately after passing through the Velebit mountain. The smell of the Aleppo pine quickly permeated through the cabin. Technically, that tree wasn't indigenous to the Adriatic, but it gave such unique aroma that it couldn't be imagined anywhere else. I've been to a lot of places around the World and still haven't encountered such intoxicating fragrance of the sea and the coast. I slowed down, since I had plenty of time to get to the Ferry Port, put the car in the line and board the ferry that will take me to my little piece of paradise. The Island was my private escape from reality. It was small, and in this time of year its population was (together with a few odd tourists) 200 at most. Since I've been coming there for more than a few years, I've felt at home there, and even the local islanders accepted me as one of their own. OK, I wasn't the Hajduk fan, but I also wasn't Dinamo fan, so they didn't hate me. A few years back, when I was in a serious relationship and plans for the future, I used my first big commission to buy a small cottage house on the shore, enough for me and Darling, as well as a couple of occasional guests. Darling became history long ago, together with one of my acquaintances, but the cottage stayed. Luckily, it didn't remind me of her a bit.

Voyage to the Island was completely uneventful. The ferry was almost empty, so I had plenty of room and time to quietly absorb all sounds, views, and scents, as well as to redirect by mind flow towards hedonism. I was counting on being on my own for most of the time there. I took plenty of books, loaded my player with a pile of good music, bought essential supplies so I can cook something here and there... Yep, this was going to be a vacation in a literal sense.

I arrived in the Town and immediately went to Ante's house. Ante was one of the locals, a man in his fifties, living on the Island his whole life, he never felt a need to move anyplace else. Fish, wine, olive oil, fresh vegetables, card games, a bit of soccer – was what made him happy. And he was incredibly reliable. Despite his casual understanding of time, space and everything else, he was one of those people that never made you doubt in them doing what you asked them – if he said that he will do it, at least. So I asked him to be my cottage caretaker while I wasn't on the Island. He would go there occasionally, ventilate the place, check if anything was leaking or creaking, and even make small repairs without any additional inducement. In return, he only asked me to collect stuff from his relatives who lived inland and bring them to the Island. Just like this time. And there was, of course, a gentleman's agreement where he would come to my cottage at least once during my stay, bringing fresh fish, squid or octopus – or whatever he caught that day – and I would prepare dinner for the two of us. We would eat, get drunk and talk about anything and everything. He loved to read, so I left him a couple of my books every time I was leaving the Island. Next time I came, he returned the read books, I'd leave him a couple of new ones, and so on. You could say we were pretty complementary. 

His wife left him some 7-8 years ago. She just couldn't bear living on the Island anymore, she wanted to move to the City. He wouldn't even consider such proposition. There was no compromise.

He welcomed me on his porch, in his deck chair. Even though he was good twenty or so years older, currently he looked younger than me. Tall, with barely a gray hair or two, in great shape caused by healthy lifestyle. More often than not I was envious of his ultra-low levels of stress of living.

"Heeeey, where are ya, mate?" – He got up from his deck-chair and came to greet me. He spoke with a thick accent, so distinctive for the Island and most of the Dalmatian Coast. We hugged, happy to see each other. "Jesus, ya look like they've beaten ya and dragged ya through a grape press. Come here, sit down, have a glass of wine!"

"You better know I will, but I'll go soon 'cause I'm dead tired. Yep, they've mentally bashed me in the last couple of months!"

"Oh, come on, don't be a cunt! Ya'll get some sleep, no worries."

"Leave it, Ante, there'll be plenty of time!"

We chatted for a while, the usual stuff – what's up, what we'we been doing, small talk... As much as I liked Ante, I was simply too tired for serious conversation, and especially for drinking. After 15 minutes, I was ready to go to the cottage, throw something in my mouth and collapse on the bed. I was already half way through my exit strategy when I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and noticed a beautiful young creature looking at me with a broad smile on her face.

"Oh my, I can't believe it's you! I 'aven't seen you for five years!" – she spoke in a pleasant female alto.

Anita. Ante's daughter. When Ante divorced, she went to live with her mother in the City. Ante said it himself that it was better for her. Schools, friends, partying – she needed that more than living on a semi-deserted Island. She was the only reason for Ante's leaving the Island. When she hit the puberty, she wasn't much interested in coming to the Island that didn't have anything to offer to a teenager. When I last saw her, she was around fifteen. She was still a kid. Now she was a young woman. And what a woman she was! Curly, wild black hair, dark brown eyes, almond tan. And an incredibly sexy body. Perfect breasts, not too big, not too small, with nipples that were barely protruding through the light fabric of her t-shirt. Thin waist, slim and visibly shaped by exercise, was continuing in an hourglass form towards her beautiful, carved thighs. She was wearing just bikini bottoms – scanty ones at most. Suddenly, I was staring at her like I've never seen a woman. I wasn't sure if my jaw dropped involuntarily, but I squeezed my jaws tightly just in case. Luckily, Ante was turned away from us and didn't notice my glaring. However, she did notice. I mentally bitchslapped myself to try and hide the obvious surprise. I even felt the movement in my pants and didn't feel good about it.

'That's Ante's daughter, you moron! Don't even think about it!' – I started to force the thought inside my mind. 

"Wow, Anita! I can't believe I'm seeing you! Look at you all grown up! I think it was much more that five years. Last time I saw you, you were still a scowled teenager!" – I exclaimed a bit too much, hoping that it saved the moment. She flew into my arms and hugged me tightly, so I felt her stiffen nipples and her skin, still moist from the sea. I felt the movement in my crotch again and started praying to God that she didn't feel it too. I wasn't entirely sure of it since it seemed that she squeezed me even harder just as my dick twitched. I was too tired.

We exchanged friendly pecks on the cheeks. When I was coming to an Island in the past, she was a kid, and I was sort of an older brother to her. I minded her, taking care that she doesn't fall under the bad influence (yeah, like there was something like that on the Island), chased her home when she was following my friends and me to nightly skinny-dipping sessions, or even me with some tourist I was trying to score with. When I started dating Darling, she even got a bit mad at me, but I was never able to determine that for sure since she stopped coming to the island and was preferring spending summers in the city and surrounding beaches with her crew.

"Eh, come on, deary! I'm only twenty-two, I didn't age that much! And look at ya', lookin' serious like a president or sumthin'" – she said without removing that lovely smile from her face. So, seven years had passed.

I went through some small talk with her too. She was in the fourth year of her med school. She stayed in the City – didn't feel like moving from the coast, and the school in the City was actually pretty good. She killed it there, of course. She was always a bit introverted as a kid, reading piles of books (just like Ante), and never shown any interest towards the opposite sex, even as she was well into puberty. OK, she was a late bloomer. And what a bloomer she was, indeed...

"Folks, I am delighted with your welcome, but now I really want to go to sleep. I'll be here for 9 days. It's a small Island, we'll be seeing each other for sure!" I said that, trying to direct my mind away from Anita than to actually retreat to the solitude of my vacation house.

"Here's the key. I've opened the windo's this afternoon, and Anita closed up when she was returning from her swim. It should be fresh and clean for you" – said Ante in a fatherly tone of voice, turning to Anita: "Anita, did you get everything?"

"Yep, Dads, no worries, all of it. Everything in the house is ready for our favorite inlander." While she was saying that, the tone of her voice was interesting, to say at least. I was probably hallucinating from all the fatigue and shock caused by her looks.

"Thank you both. I'm gonna go and crash on my bed." 

We said our byes, Ante gave me a handshake and Anita hugged me again. This time, it felt as though she leaned her belly on my crotch. My cock twitched again and started to grow. Goddamn pecker, it'll really get me into trouble. She stayed in that position just a couple of seconds too long and kissed me on the cheek again. Ok, I guess I'm actually hallucinating. She turned around and went into the house. At that moment, I noticed that her bathing suit bottoms were actually thong and sight of the most beautiful, perky, firm, luscious butt I've ever seen appeared in front of me. I turned my head, probably too fast, to wave to Ante, who was staring in the distance, but my eyes were involuntarily turning towards those two perfect hemispheres that were gently bobbing while entering in the dimmed light of the house. It was maybe possible to deceive the sentient part of my brain, but not my subconsciousness. My cock was telling me that I wasn't immune at all. And that it had been a long, long time since one woman managed to turn me on so easily, by just existing.

I got in my car and drove a couple hundred yards to the cottage. It was close to everything and still isolated. The terrace was freshly moped, table and chairs were put outside. Such a nice folks, they prepared everything for me. I opened the doors and brought everything inside in one go. I brought just a shoestring amount of clothes, the rest were bags of food and drink. I made myself a sandwich and basically swallowed it whole before getting into bed.

The bed smelled of someone. A distinct scent of a woman was radiating from the pillow. Anita. She was apparently using the cottage when she wanted to be alone. Based on the intensity of the smell, she used the bed quite often, and recently at that. It was hot, and this smell additionally raised my temperature. I took all of my clothes of and turned my face into the pillow. My mind started racing. I began to imagine Anita, rolling naked in my bed, gently caressing her body, pleasuring herself and releasing her juices and smells. Groaning in ecstasy through wild curls of her hair covering her face. I didn't even notice that my cock was as hard as a rock and that I was already jerking it off with one hand. I felt dirty and kept thinking how this is just – wrong. It's little Anita, for God's sake! But I couldn't stop myself. I imagined her laying on her stomach, with her ass raised high in the air while her fingers play with her pulsating clit and her, soft, wet pussy lips. I was imagining my hand going over her perfect buttocks and spreading them. I was imagining coming closer to her beautiful asshole with my tongue and starting to lick it while she was twisting in an orgasmic spasm.

I came almost instantly. While laying on my back. Semen soaked the bed sheet under me, my belly, my arm. I didn't care one bit. I fell asleep like that, without moving a muscle. And without an atom of remorse.

***

It was morning. It was rather early, but the Sun was already scorching. I woke up – it was hot, but the day hasn't even properly started. I felt the crusted bed sheet under me, as well as glued stomach, and I smiled. It's OK, my vacation started, it could be much worse.

I went to the terrace and looked towards open seas. It was dead calm, quiet, there weren't even the fishermen in their dinghies – it was so hot that even the fish hid on the bottom. The sea was the only salvation from being slowly cooked. I quickly picked up the towel, bottle of water, sunglasses, music player and something to read, and headed to the beach – rather, rocks near my cottage, always the place offering a sort of solitude...

I got to my usual spot – rock at the entrance to the cove, a small secluded spot, and yet accessible enough. When it was a full season, there was always someone in the vicinity, but right now this was the perfect place, a little slice of heaven... I put down my towel and sunglasses and took off my clothes. I stretched out naked. OK, so I wasn't in a perfect shape, but it was far from bad. Not too skinny, not too fat, maybe I lacked a bit of training but it would be stupid to bother about it – nothing that some swimming and quality resting time couldn't solve. I was enjoying the breeze on my naked body, especially the crotch. I walked to the edge of a rocky outcrop and jumped into the sea without hesitation. The coolness of the seawater brought me to full alert in a second, and I started to swim. If the air breeze felt good, then the current feeling was a hundred times more satisfying... Sea was touching every inch of my body, refreshing, cooling. I enjoyed it. Without much effort I managed to swim across the cove, then turned around and headed back. I stopped halfway through I lay flat on my back on the surface... Not bad at all. My whole body was submerged, except my dick and my balls which were cooled by a gentle breeze blowing across the surface of the sea. I wasn't feeling hot anymore and my brain begun to function, but I decided to shut it off and allow the barely noticeable current to carry me wherever it was going to take me...

Time passed. I was floating almost entirely submerged, and my ears heard only silence beneath the surface. Stuff went through my mind, mostly dirty thoughts (Anita, Anita, Anita...) to which I succumbed I decided to embrace them. I felt the movement in the groin area. I assumed that the dick was more or less erected, but I didn't even bother to look. I was alone in the cove anyway... Suddenly, I heard the sound of splashing underneath the surface. I woke up from my half-meditating state and lifted my gaze. The first thing I saw was my full erection, and then someone swimming just a few yards from me. Judging by the hair, it was either a long-haired man or a woman. I didn't see the person's face, but I was almost sure that I was seen. And I mean – seen. OK, this séance was over. I started moving towards the shore, and the unknown person passed by me in the opposite direction, towards the other end of the cove.

I stepped out on the shore and shook the sea off of myself. He softened, so I was a bit more relaxed when turning sea wise, where I saw a womanly figure swimming backstrokes across the cove... She didn't have the bikini top, and it was logical. There was no one there but me, and judging by my own choice of apparel it was clear that I wouldn't mind. So I laid down on my towel, took my book, put one earphone in the ear and started relaxing with the sounds of some lounge-bossa band, not caring of its name – I just liked the rhythm, something summery to go with the heat...

I started reading – actually, staring at the book and thinking about things not recommended to be thought about while being naked in public, but I completely forgot about that detail. Anita, her smile, her ass, her smell... I just couldn't take them out of my head. At one moment, I stopped fighting with myself...

Suddenly, the ear not having an earphone in it registered some splashing sounds, then sounds of grappling rocks for a foothold, and finally steps almost directly next to my head... I didn't pay attention to them, it was hot and I liked the current mind frame... Footsteps suddenly stopped, so I turned my look away from the unknown book page that hasn't changed for at least 5 minutes. I saw her directly above me. She was about my age. Brown hair, not too big but really firm tits in perfect match with the rest of the frame, ending with really lovely perky nipples. Flat stomach and hourglass hips. She wore some fashionable panties which allowed me to assume that the crotch was hairless. She was wet, and the sea was dripping from her hardened nipples on a bedrock next to my towel. I liked what I saw. She was staring directly into my eyes with her green-blue eyes, with a tentative smile which she tried to hide while her stare was constantly shifting towards the lower parts of my body...




The Island Day 01



"Hey Woody, do you always sunbathe like this, or was it just my timing?" – She asked, confusing me a bit.

"What?"

She pointed to my crotch with her eyes. I lowered my sights and noticed that my cock was pointing to the sky. And her nipples didn't help at all to prevent it. I put a book on it, trying to hide it just for the sake of common decency, although I knew, subconsciously, that it didn't make sense anymore.

"Oh... Hmm... I'm sorry... I'm usually all alone here, so I'm not giving a thought about someone seeing me."

"No need to apologize, it's perfectly normal... I guess..." – now she looked confused as if she wasn't certain anymore why she even approached me and started the conversation.

"I was just daydreaming... Didn't even notice it... It happens a lot..." – while saying the last few words, I put on a moronic cocky grin, thinking at the same time how stupid and childish it sounded.

Even though I expected that it was a conversation-ender, I noticed the corners of her mouth forming a smile. Only then did I see her towel laying no more than fifteen yards away from mine, on a rock nearby. I decided to pull up some courage and become decent. I didn't want to scare away a woman that was so beautiful and apparently not so shy.

"Err... I come here quite often, and there is usually no one around. I never saw you on the Island before. How come you're here?"

"I just got to the Island yesterday, I'm here with my friend. I couldn't sleep because of the heat, so I went searching for a nice spot to swim. I hope that I'm not intruding, it's just that this place seemed perfect. When I put down my towel, you were all the way across the cove... I didn't, ahem, notice you... Until you floated a bit closer... And then I jumped into the sea. I thought you'd be uncomfortable if you saw me up on the rocks while it was... Up."

"Oh. It's OK. I don't get embarrassed really, it's always more embarrassing for other people. Guess I'm a bit too relaxed on this matter." It was true, I rarely felt embarrassment. I was already of that age where some people stop giving a shit, and, honestly, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. "I usually come here 'cause it's peace and quiet, there's no one around, I can enjoy myself..." – OK, this sounded somewhat ambiguous. To hell with it, she seemed relaxed, so I thought it would be OK to gently test her limits.

There it was! That faint smile spreading from the corners of her mouth. "Oh... That's what you call it... hmm... Then I'll just leave you to enjoy... Yourself... Don't mind me!" The ending of that sentence didn't sound promising, so it was good that I wasn't confused anymore. My hunting instincts we're on.

"OK, thanks. Hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you... Twice!"

She already turned her back to me and started going towards her towel, but she suddenly stopped and seductively turned her head around: "Not at all... Both times." Jackpot!

She continued to move to her towel, and I glanced down her back and at her ass. I stopped and stared. Karma obviously decided to award me plentifully, because this ass was in the same rank as Anita's. A bit wider in the hips, even more heart-shaped, but the same enticing swing left-right. I put the book over my crotch again, just in case, even though I realized that my erection didn't bother her at all. Still, some decency, right?

She laid down on her towel, put the sunglasses on and let the sun rays dry her slowly. I turned my look towards her again and noticed her head quickly turning straight. She was looking at me. I smiled but decided to disregard it. 'Just be cool, not intrusive' – I was telling myself. I continued reading my book, this time for real. I put the earphone in my ear again and let the music and text overflow me. It carried me away and in just a few moments I totally forgot that a beautiful semi-naked woman is lying near me, that there even was anyone around me... The mind went into its own dimension, so, of course, dirty (i.e. pleasant) thoughts came back. It seemed that the arrival on the Island and time off from work have fully liberated the part of my brain in charge of the sexual fantasies. Instead of Anita, this time my hot neighbor walked into my daydream, her prominent nipples dripping droplets of seawater, her sensual licking of her lips, her ass swinging from side to side as she walked in the rhythm of the music playing in my ears. At one moment, my sentient part realized that she was my fantasy, so I turned my head toward her. And saw her staring at me. I was waiting for her to turn her head, but she didn't. I realized she wasn't staring at me, but at it. My fully aroused cock. This time, I had no intention to hide it. I liked being watched. But I didn't want to show her that I know I'm being watched. I continued to "read", eyes covered by sunglasses, leaving my dick in full attention. Not that it was a problem, because when I glanced at her again, I noticed that her nipples have stiffened again. Sexual vibe had spread through the air. I felt the rush of the pleasant energy and suddenly got an extra incentive.

I decided to play a bit with her, just to see how far is she ready to go. I gently stretched one arm downwards and scratched myself over the crotch and balls. Simultaneously (and "accidentally") I pulled back my foreskin, letting the head loose – shine, smooth and hard. And then I continued to read. I took another glance at her. She wasn't looking at me, but I noticed that one of her hands was under the edge of her panties and that her nipples were hard and protruding. She wasn't playing with herself, but it was visible she was thinking about it and that she was feeling the comfort she wasn't expecting to feel in this place at this time. I made her horny. Accidentally, at that. OK, not completely by accident. But now I had trouble holding myself back. Still, I wasn't going to go for complete obviousness...

Suddenly she looked at me and realized I was looking at her, and that I can see her watching me with interest. She relaxed, not suddenly, but rather as if she'd love to continue if it wasn't inappropriate... For fuck's sake, she doesn't even know me, she saw me for the first time in my life, here on this rock. She probably wouldn't even recognize me if I was clothed, but she would definitely remember my cock if she saw it again... She got up and headed towards the sea. She passed by me while watching me with a smile on her face, then she jumped into the sea. I fought the urge to go after her, thinking that it might scare her. The part of my brain that still fought for the control with my lower head decided that I should slow down, so I concluded that it would be wiser to let her, any myself, go for a while. I was consciously diverting my attention from the whole ordeal. My dick also relaxed a bit, and it lay down "looking" straight down towards the sea, towards her swimming, diving underneath the surface, cooling down.

I put both of my earphones in my ears and closed my eyes. I decided to think about something else. It wasn't working. So I decided not to think. That was even harder... I took my player and picked a new song: Pearl Jam – Just Breathe. And it finally carried me away to the Musicland...

Just as I was drifting into a nap caused by the fantastic song and the heat getting stronger and stronger, suddenly I felt the sea spray on me... I opened my eyes and saw her. She was standing next to me – actually, almost directly above me. Naked. Her panties were tied around her wrist. I lowered my eyes and noticed an air-strip of short pubic hair, under which there were beautiful shining pussy lips, one beautiful innie-pussy, all wet from the sea (but not just the sea). I averted the look back to her face and smiled, taking off my earphones.

"Hey. This is really the most comfortable way. And I was thinking, it's not fair that only I get the full view... I have to return the favor" – she said, accentuating the 'return the favor' par.

"I don't intend to protest. The view is beautiful from all angles." The masks were falling down at great speed if there were any. I started to feel that this could be a magnificent morning. She blushed a bit, but there was an immediate jerk in her body.

"Thanks. And I can see he shares your opinion."

I looked down, and he was hard, just like the most of the time. The foreskin unrolled itself, so the head was shining, covered a bit with the juices he was releasing.

"Oh well, I assume you're already used to it."

"Mhmm... I like it, it's nice. No objections there."

"Thank you, from him and from me."

"I'm gonna dry off on my towel."

"Of course."

I was watching her walking, wet and naked, over the rocks to her towel. Firm bare butt (which reminded me of Shakira's, just making me a tad happier) was gently vibrating. She turned her eyes towards me for just a moment and then continued. She started to arrange her towel and slightly bent, but she was careful not to reveal too much, bending a bit at the knees. Still, it caused a new rush of blood into my groin, and my dick twitched a couple more times. I was really horny now, and she was definitely the sole reason. I even completely stopped thinking about Anita.

She lay down on the towel, and her wet naked body was glistening. She bent her legs at the knees a bit as if she was still a bit conscientious of her nudity. Still, she looked in my direction. This time her smile was broad, showing rows of bright white teeth. I returned the smile, but she immediately directed her stare towards my erection. I also checked it out, then made the 'Eh, fuck it' face for a moment, quickly returning the smile to my lips, this time with a devilish note. She raised an eyebrow, seductively and yet with a desire not to seem too interested, but her eyes were telling a different story. She was scanning me head to toe, stopping each time in line with my groin. I copied her move, stopping at her nipples. My cock twitched again. She closed her eyes and turned her head, moving her hands over her stomach and boobs, noticeably squeezing them and gently touching her nipples, then suddenly going into full relax mode. I was fully aware that this was a play now, that there were no coincidences, but I wanted to let her go all the way. It seemed that it would be easier for her. My dick decided to forego any thought of relaxing and stood like a mast in the sun...

After half a minute of lying in silence, watching and taking mental pictures, she suddenly spoke:

"Can I ask you something? I mean, you don't have to answer if you feel bad about it." Ahem, I'm lying next to her with a phenomenal erection that she apparently likes, what could exactly make me feel bad now?

"Shoot..."

"That thing down there... Is it because of me?"

"Honestly - now it is. And I don't feel bad, not at all." I looked down at it and brushed it with my hand, proudly, feeling the already lubricated skin.

She turned to me and looked at me again. I returned the look and noticed that her legs were now relaxed. The pubic mound, covered with just a thin air-strip patch of hair, was now clearly visible... I stopped to look at her crotch for a few seconds, but then I looked back into her eyes. They were sparkling. Suppressed lust was hanging in the air, in the amounts that easily explode once released.

"Soooo, this is how you welcome every girl that comes for a swim?" She asked me, her voice being a tad cuddly.

"Actually, no. Honestly, there is rarely anyone here at this time of year, that's why I come. And even if someone else is here, he" – I pointed to my dick – "is really polite. I guess he relaxed when he noticed you don't mind. Besides, what I'm looking at now is a pretty good reason for him to stay stiff." 

"Thanks for the compliment. I must admit I wasn't expecting this when coming here, but I truly like it... Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud!" Her face blushed, and her hands instinctively lowered to cover her bare pussy.

"Look, if that's a problem, I can get dressed." It was my courtesy offer, I probably wouldn't get dresses now even if she asked.

"Ahem... No... The view is... Really pleasant... It's pretty... Jesus..." She looked as if she was losing herself between her built-in social conventions and desires to let her instincts prevail.

"I'm glad you like it. You don't have to be embarrassed. If it's any consolation to you, this isn't an everyday event for me either. On the contrary, I really hope that no one else shows up soon because I'm feeling more and more comfortable in this situation. Especially having something so beautiful and enticing in front of me. Please, just relax."

More than a few moments of semi-awkward silence ensued. I was already starting to doubt that my last sentences were a deal-breaker, when suddenly, she spoke: "Actually, you're right. I have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, you got a hard-on because of me." This was said with an evident change in her tone of voice. It had a vibe of releasing of all the brakes in her mind. She was smiling again, piercing through me with her stare, not hiding the rush that was emitting from her every pore. She turned sideways and relaxed. She wasn't hiding that she felt comfortable anymore. After a minute or so, she got up and came to me. 

"I really don't ever do this" – she started – "but can I sit next to you?" That was it. The point of no return.

"Of course, please do."

I moved a bit to give her room on the towel, and she sat right parallel to my groin. Her skin brushed against my thigh.

"You're hot," she noticed immediately.

"At least two reasons for that. One is the Sun."

She keenly started touching my body – from the chest, over the belly, and down the leg. She was mindful not to touch my cock, but it was still twitching. Her eyes twinkled.

"I can see it is really up and aroused."

"Yes, it is. Same on your side. In can see your nipples are in the same state."

"Mhmm... And not just the nipples."

She smiled, spreading her legs just a tad and moving her hand to her groin. She brushed her finger over her pussy lips and put it back on me. Then she trailed it across my chest and I immediately felt how wet it is. I took a deep breath and shivers went down my spine.

"If you were a man, you would have such a raging hard-on now." Her pussy was so wet that it was clearly visible.

"Sure as hell would. Just like this one" – she gently brushed my dick with the same finger, from the base to the top. All of her fear and shyness disappeared, and her lust and arousal completely took over. My cock got even harder, although I thought it was impossible. I put my hand on her leg and started caressing her, moving towards her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and quietly sighed.

"I can't believe this is happening..." She whispered. She leaned towards me and kissed me. We kissed a succulent and wet kiss. My hands steered themselves towards her. My fingers got tangled in her wet, disheveled hair. Her hand was sliding down my torso, across my belly to my cock. She was touching it softly, down its length and over the balls, and then she grabbed it. It was my turn to sigh in pleasure.

"I'm a bit surprised myself..."

My hands were now all over her body, sliding over her shoulders, hands, belly, tits... I felt her hard nipples under my fingers and started to fondle them...

She spread her legs and moved her free hand to her pussy. I watched as she began to massage herself and play with my crotch simultaneously. She spread her labia and stuck her finger inside. She was playing slowly, pushing her finger in and taking it out in a slow interval; rubbing her clit, wet and bulging, slowly with her palm. I took a look at her face. Her eyes were closed, she was in a trance. The situation took over both of us.

"Play with me" – she whispered gently into my ear while nibbling it – "I want your hands on me." Her hands were now massaging my pulsating cock much faster and with great rhythm.

My hands were rubbing her inner thigh, moving inwards where she was still playing with her clit. I gently brushed her labia, and she gasped. I slowly inserted my finger into her. She was wet, soft and wanting. As I touched her G-spot, she moaned.

Her hand gripped my cock more firmly. I started to finger her faster and harder, circling over spongy swollen crease inside of her, as she was pacing up with the hand-job.

"Get over here, sit on my face" – I ordered her gently. She obeyed without a word and threw her leg over me, putting her wet pussy directly in front of my mouth. She bent down and licked my cock from head to the base, treated my balls with the same delight, then returned to the start and swallowed the head. I put my tongue inside of her, grabbed her buttock with my hands and slammed her on my face. I licked her from the edge of her asshole all the way to her clitoris, then started working on ti. It was hard and swollen, almost removing the soft cover off of it by itself. I put one, and then two fingers inside of her while her juices were leaking all over my nose and my face...

She was swallowing my cock lustfully, taking more and more of it in her mouth, while working the base and the balls with her hand. She was playing with me, massaging me all over the groin. We were pleasuring each other like two entirely possessed people, strangers on a solitary rock, exposed to everything yet still completely isolated from the World in our heads... We were moaning and sighing with our mouths full... I lifted my ass off the ground to push my dick deeper into her mouth, and she readily accepted it, devouring it greedily, licking it, sucking it, jerking it off... She was fucking my fingers, spreading her legs...

I took one finger out of her pussy and gently touched her back hole with it. She flinched...

"Don't... I've never..." It was just some small part of her lost shyness trying to come through "Aaah... Yeah!" – her voice got lost in gusts of pleasure.

Her asshole was now wet and lubricated. I gently pushed my finger inside. She straightened up, arched her back and moaned with approval. I was everywhere in her, and she was eagerly taking me inside her... Everything started to go faster, harder... She was impaling herself on my fingers stuck in both of her holes, on my tongue working her clit. We were getting louder and louder – there was no more stopping. Everything became just one blurred combination of bodies, sweat, juices, moaning, and groaning... She started cumming, and cumming hard – she shook, writhed and began to yell and groan loudly and uncontrollably... Her orgasm ignited an explosion in me! I was cumming in her mouth, twitching and moaning along with her... Our bodies were in uncontrolled joint spasm, spraying each other with juices and sperm... We were both swallowing every drop that reached our mouths... Hands, tongues, lips, it all operated on an insane level of speed... And it lasted, seemingly forever... The time stopped, the place was irrelevant, it was just the orgasm, just that moment of crescendo we didn't want to end...

As it usually is, we slowly subsided. She relaxed and lay on me, still gently caressing my semi-softened dick. I eased my fingers out of her, and she shook, apparently still hypersensitive. We stayed like that for a while. I can't even begin to realize how much time had passed, as we just lay still and listened to each other's breathing. 

I looked at her crotch and gently kissed her, as she did the same to me. She got up, turned around and kissed me on the mouth... She swallowed everything. I felt my own taste, as she did hers. She looked at me with the stare of a thousand satisfied women and brushed my hair. I cuddled her back and ass.

"This is definitely not what I had in mind when I was going to the beach this morning." Duh, I was totally expecting it. I have similar encounters in a farmer's market on Wednesdays.




The Island Day 01



"I'm glad. Unexpected things always end up being the best. Let's jump into the sea!" – I said, 'cause I really needed to cool down.

"Oh definitely, the sun started to bake!" She got up in a second and pulled me up by the hand. We both walked to the edge of a cliff and jumped into a fresh, clear sea...

***

We were swimming, diving, having fun in the sea. Grabbing every opportunity to feel each other out, touch each other where it is pleasant and significant. Finally, we got back to the shore and leaned on a rock, standing in the shallow water. Our wet naked bodies were glistening in the sun, as the water drops slowly slid down our skin. We were still examining each other from head to toe, enjoying the visual experience. It was all laughing, touching, chuckling, fooling around like two children who got their hands on the best toy ever. She was looking at my softened member, laying against my balls, with foreskin now completely covering the head.

"Wow, this is the first time I see it really soft. What, that's it for today?" She gently cuddled it with her hand, and it slowly moved.

"Heh heh... Definitely not, but you did wring it out. It just took a short break." Which, in all honesty, probably won't last longer than a cigarette break. 

"It's cute while lying down like this, like a trunk of a small elephant hiding in your belly. Ahem... I've got an idea!" She suddenly got up and went to her stuff. She was pulling something out of her bag, then putting something together, and finally returned to me. She held a camera in her hand. And a serious one, at that. It looked like a really professional model. 

She had the devilish smile as she was approaching, and then she stood directly above me. I looked into the lens, so she was pointing at me from the bird's eye perspective. She took a few photos, then started to adjust again. Then she zoomed me in and took another couple of shots. Next she stepped down in the sea, in front of me, trying to put my whole body in the frame. Snap, snap! She took the bottom view perspective, zooming in on my cock. I started to get aroused again, which made my dick flinch and fill with blood again.

"No no no! Leave it down, I need it to be flaccid!" 

Oh, darling, I'd give my left ball to have such control over it: "Easier said than done. I'd have to think of something really repulsive, which is the excruciatingly hard thing to do while I'm being photographed by a beautiful woman."

"Imagine me being a naked old hag, my tits hanging down to my belly button level and my stomach fat is folded around my hips. Oh, and I have varicose veins, everywhere."

Yep. That worked. My pecker sucked up inside my body. She came a hair's width from me and was snapping shots from all perspectives. She guided me expertly as if she was doing it for the hundredth time.

"Go up and climb on that big rock over there." 

OK, now she was ordering me. "Ma'am Yes Ma'am!" I saluted and obeyed.

I turned around and started climbing while hearing the clicking of the camera. It was going to be a full album. I stepped on the rock and looked at the sea, and the camera was working relentlessly. She was taking pictures of my back now.

"I just realized that your back side is... Ahem... Very tempting" – she noted happily. "There's some quality material here."

"Appreciate the compliment." I was always proud of my ass. I knew it made women interested and I used it shamelessly.

"Turn around slowly" – she continued to guide me – "your side towards me... Now look at me." 

I watched her adjusting herself and photographing me. First she was standing, then she squatted, exposing her pussy in full view. She was wet again, her pussy lips were spreading, revealing her pink insides. I was horny and ready for action again.

"Woo-hoo, I see it's awake again!" She said it with almost palpable joy in her voice.

I looked down and saw that my erection is completely full, and she was still relentlessly snapping photos. Now I started to pose, mixing serious, sexy and complete buffoonery. The level of arousal grew, along with the volume of cock. Tip of the head was protruding through the foreskin, all red and shiny. Her nipples, which got relaxed as she dried off, now stiffened again.

"You don't seem immune either."

"What can I say? I love doing nudes, and I definitely luuuv a hard male organ" – she accentuated each of the last three words. "An irresistible combination."

I pulled out my No. 1 smile. "You're free to say 'cock.' It's sexy when I hear a woman calling it like that in this type of situation, it doesn't even count as a swear word."

She nodded: "I'll think about it. Now grab it in your hand... Play with it, slowly. I wouldn't want this session to end prematurely."

"I'll try not to cum before the young madam gives me permission." I was attempting to keep the straight face while saying that, but it was impossible. So I laughed, and she took some more pictures. She was catching every frame, each detail of my face, chest, stomach, back, ass, dick... She continued to take pictures, but somehow her setup and focus were getting a bit off. She was getting closer, zooming, rotating the camera, widening the frame, readjusting me.

"Lay down on the rock, on your back."

I complied without complaint. I put one of my hands leisurely behind my head while using my other hand to play with my crotch. She stood directly above my head now. Her moist cunt was directly in my line of sight. She squatted, getting lower and lower until she almost sat on my face, so I could feel the fullness of her scent. I tried to touch her with my tongue, but she anticipated it and quickly moved away.

"Oh no, we aren't done yet!" She exclaimed, covering her pussy with her hand.

"Who said we are. I can just see that your puss is on full alert."

She slid her fingers over her pussy lips, then stuck her finger inside and pulled it out and quickly put it in my mouth. I slowly licked and sucked the juices off of it. They tasted phenomenal. I tried not to speed up my jerking rhythm, so I moved my hand to my balls and taint. I was gently squeezing and massaging them while my pecker was vibrating.

"You like it, huh. You like the taste of my fanny, admit it!" 

"Oh yeah. It's so fresh, I can feel how pleasantly surprised she is with this morning."

"And I'm getting so horny from photographing you aroused. And I'm getting even hornier from feeling so free, I can't even recognize myself!"

"It's not any everyday occurrence for me either. And that means that it's time for the next step..." I got up and stood next to her. I kissed her and took the camera in my hands: "It's your turn to model. Let's see if that talent works on both sides of the lens."

"Whose talent, yours or mine?" She asked widening her grin.

"Whichever side you want it to be."

I examined the camera for a few moments, just to get the basics. Meanwhile, she laid on the rock next to me. I started taking pictures. First I tried to play innocently, avoiding explicit shots, and she followed the game. She covered her tits and crotch with her hands and her face with her hair.

"Hey hey! Don't be afraid. It's your camera, you're free to smile."

"You're right." But she didn't smile. She looked at the lens with a look teeming with sexual energy. My dick sprung a bit more upwards, which she noticed and moved her hand from her tits. She put her finger in her mouth and started to suck it, slowly, staring directly into the camera, and then at my cock. She turned sideways, and then on her stomach, raising her hips from the ground and stuck her ass out. Now I was snapping photo after photo while she was liberating more and more. Suddenly she sat on the rock and spread her legs, first hiding her pussy with her hand, then removing it. She was getting explicit, getting hornier and pointing it out to me and to the camera lens. She fondled her boobs, lowering her hand and playing with herself, spreading her labia and rubbing her knob. I took pictures from every possible angle, feeling my hard-on being so hard that every vein popped out.

"You are gorgeous" – I told her barely stopping myself from diving between her legs.

"I want you... I want your cock... There, I said it. I'm sooo wet and I feel naughty."

She fingered herself slowly, and I was shooting close-ups. I came closer and closer to her, finally kneeling right next to her head. She didn't hesitate, lustfully grabbing my swollen member in her hand and licking it from tip to base. I was taking photos of that moment while she was looking directly into the camera lens, grinning around her head. She started sucking on it lasciviously, enjoying the fact that the moment was memorized for eternity. She played with it, using her fingers to massage my balls, then behind it, over the gooch and all the was to my asshole. I flinched, experiencing another wave of pleasure.

"Whoa! I guess I can expect anything from you now." I was pleasantly surprised by her boldness. Most of the women I've been with weren't exactly ready for such type of play, whatever the reason, and especially not from the start.

"You like it?" She asked with her lips touching the tip of my knob.

"If it feels good, I'm always up for it. Keep going." 

She continued to play with me, licking my cock, then the balls, going back and suddenly deepthroating it. Her hand and her tongue were everywhere, her fingers were playing with my anus, she was working as if she'd love to swallow me whole. I set the camera to video recording.

"Say something for memento" – I invited her after pushing the 'ON' button.

"I want you inside me... Fuck me..."

"With pleasure."

She turned around and set herself in a doggy-style pose. I put my dick at her wet entrance and started to massage it with the tip. She moaned... I went down to her clit, then back up. I was delaying the push, circling around her pussy and her clitoris, then putting the tip of the head inside her. I was swaying my hips, and she was spreading and groaning more intensely. I pulled it completely out, then put it back in, each time half an inch more. I started fucking her with slow, long thrusts. She was taking me without any resistance, slowly gyrating her hips. Her inside was blazing hot, her ass was spread wide. I recorded every thrust, zooming on her juices that were lubricating my shaft. I used my free hand to gently caress her back, all the was up to her head. I caught her hair and pulled it back, ramming her harder. The 'splat' of the colliding bodies was heard, making us both moan a bit louder. I put down the camera, setting it so that it can film the action, grabbed her hips and increased the pace. My balls were slamming into her, my cock was sliding in and out of her, fully lubricated and hard as steel. She was twisting, ramming back into me in synchronized motion. Suddenly she extended one arm all the way to her asshole and begun working on it herself. Already wet and relaxed hole let her finger slip inside with ease, and she yelled even louder.

"Do this to me, I want you inside here too..." She cried out fingering her asshole.

She pulled out her finger and let me in. I pulled my cock out of her and smeared her juices over her ass with it. I was considering putting it in her ass for a moment but decided it wasn't the time for it. I took it back in her wet and hot pussy and used my thumb on her already prepared pucker. Immediately I felt myself through the thin barrier dividing the two orifices and it upped my pleasure level even more. She was losing control, rubbing her clit furiously, moaning and yelling loud, wanting, feeling the impending climax.

"Harder, hardeeeer... Give it to me! Oh yes!"

I started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. My finger was in her ass all the way down, sliding all wet from her juices while I was ramming her with all my strength. I didn't know what was louder – our moaning or slamming of my pelvis into her buttocks. We didn't care anymore; we wouldn't be aware of our surroundings even if we were in the middle of the busy intersection. I felt her shivering from the inside, she was screaming with her voice and with her body. It began. Jerk after jerk, her back arching, she was starting to cum. Her voice changed, her crotch went into spasm, I felt spray after spray of her juices flooding my cock, seeping out all over my balls and my groin. I didn't want it to stop and I just kept on drilling her without pause. I wanted her to cum as long as she could muster the strength for it. She grabbed and squeezed my balls, then returned her hand back to her clit...

After some time, and it's really hard to tell how much time as it seemed to last a moment and an eternity at the same time, I felt her orgasm started to subside. Her insides relaxed, her ass stopped gyrating and she let herself slip down with her head on the bedrock. I pulled my cock out and gave her a moment to calm down.

She turned her face towards me, her pussy wide open, red, swollen, with her clitoris still pulsating. She was glaring at me, still hard, veiny and ready to continue...

"You're not done yet?!" She asked, all in wonder.

"I just warmed up" – exaggerating a bit, I was even panting a bit – "I can always last really long second time." That was true, I was lucky in that aspect. More often than not it was a big plus for me, and it seemed like a definite plus now.

She got up and kissed me all over my knob, belly, chest and finally in my mouth. Her eyes were now saying: 'Still horny, but relaxed.'

"Is the camera filming the whole time?" She asked, looking me straight into my eyes.

"Yep!"

"It would be a shame if this movie didn't end in a way that every such film must end."

She threw a most devilish smile I have yet seen on her face. She took the camera and stepped right in front of me. She filmed me from top to bottom.

"Play with yourself. Oh, and wave to the camera." 

I took my cock in my hand and started to slowly stretch my foreskin up and down, just enough for it to twitch. She was watching me and filming me simultaneously.

"I'd like to say Hi to my classmates..." I started to play dumb immediately.

"Oh no, please no. You're making me feel like a pedophile."

"OK... I'd like to say hi to the camerawoman so that she will remember this moment when browsing through her dirty movies collection. I even salute her, in full alert."

"Oh yes, it is full alert, there's no doubt about it... I even like it more than I would ever expect." 

I was still jerking it off while she was circling around me and zooming the details. Her hand was instinctively moving across her body, she was shamelessly standing on the rock and fondling her breasts and belly, lightly touching her overly sensitive pussy. "Ahmmm... I'm so electrified. I'm wet again..."

"I better check that."

She came to me and gently touched me with her wet fingers, moving them over my lips, neck and shoulders. She looked down and noticed that I was still slowly masturbating. My other hand was slid over her leg and she focused the camera on that. I went over her thigh to her splendidly inflamed and opened pussy. She flinched, she was really sensitive. I gently spaced apart her labia and slowly put my finger inside her, and she just adjusted a bit so that it could enter her all the way...

"Oh yes... I still want you inside me. And the finger is not nearly enough."

"Be my guest, sit down."

She set herself up over my cock without hesitation, this time in a reverse cowgirl position and slowly, really slowly let it slip back into her... She was flooded on the inside. I was entering her inch by inch, spreading her so that she can feel every bit of it filling her up. When she sat herself down all the way, she took a couple of seconds to settle and then easily started with up and down motion, moving her hips in circles as she did that. It was scorching hot outside, but she didn't seem to mind one bit. I let her lead and she happily accepted it. She arched her back towards me, and I lifted my buttocks from the ground. I kissed her neck while her ass was swirling on my pelvis. She started to moan again...

There was a 'puck-puck' of an old boat engine echoing in the distance, seagulls were flying above us, crickets residing in a nearby grove gave an idyllic soundtrack to our sex, but we didn't really notice any of it at that moment. Only our body odors and sounds of colliding sweaty, lubricated skin.

She got up, and a thread of mixed juices stretched between my cock and her pussy. She turned around and straddled me again, this time face to face. I got up so we were both in a sitting position. We kissed hard, sensually, our tongues entangled while she was impaling herself on my sword. She bit my lip while moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Now it was me on the brink of climax, but I delayed it as much as possible. I slowed her down, then sped her up, taking control over the tempo. I felt her swollen clit sliding over my pubic bone. Our fucking got more intensive, I felt as if her pussy wanted to engulf my whole body...

The World was waking up, but it didn't exist for us yet. There was our little bubble, the entire universe of her and me and nothing else – and everything else that existed only for other people. Something made me look to the left, where I saw some couple, not more than fifty yards from us. They were looking for a spot. I decided to ignore them, they just didn't belong in our space-time now. I wasn't planning on saying anything, and there was no chance in hell of stopping now. I was only worried how she will react once she notices them.

"Oh, ooooh..." She was moaning with her eyes closed. Suddenly, as if she felt someone's presence, she looked directly into the arriving couple. She stopped for a moment... And then continued.

"You don't mind them?" I whispered into her ear.

"I don't give a fuck about them now. Fuck me! If they mind, who gives a damn."

This was my seventh heaven call. I lifted my ass up and started ramming into her. She accepted the tempo and synchronized. We were sweaty, wet, full of bodily juices, enjoying ourselves and completely ignoring our surroundings. I looked in her eyes. She laughed with her eyes and mouth, biting her lips and loudly moaning. I felt her twitching on my dick, squeezing it with her pussy, spinning her pelvis so that it can touch every bit of her insides. I felt my orgasm arriving without any possibility to hold it back. I became loud, our bodies slamming into each other got louder. I snapped... I was jerking uncontrollably. My orgasm was so intense that I had a feeling that I'll crack the rock on which we were screwing. I stared directly into her eyes as I was cumming, wave after wave, deep inside of her. She began to lose control immediately and started to cum again. We were screaming in pleasure, without the slightest grain of control. Her pussy clutched my dick like a meat grinder, which in turn squeezed additional spurs of sperm out of me. We were both twisted in unbelievable ecstasy. I was already drained, but she kept going. Her climax lasted and lasted... 

She felt me softening up, which made her slow down until she stopped altogether. She eased up and lowered her head to suck all the juices off of my limp member. Then she raised herself back to my eye level and kissed me. We tasted magnificent. And we kissed, ever so more gently...

And then we both looked in the direction of the people that were arriving... Surprise! It was a couple, around our age. They were standing not more than ten yards from us, practically on her towel. They were also naked, and they were evidently watching us for a while. He had a substantive erection, while she had a cautious stance, although her eyes showed that she was mentally recording every second of our little performance.

We smiled at them, both of us. Shit, there was no point in turning on the self-conscious mode now. They started to spontaneously applause us, and we waved them thanks, which made all four of us laughing. They got up and went into the sea. And we noticed it was practically noon. Well, not noon, but as hot and as bright as if it was already noon.




The Island Day 01



"If I only knew..." She said, purring.

"Yep, a morning swim with something more than an excellent book on the side."

"I could go on, you know..."

"Ahem... Look, let's not overdo it." I needed some rest. At the same time, I wanted to keep going forever. All the stress, tiredness, all negativity evaporated out of me after that morning.

She laughed, staring at my obviously drained dick, laying completely limp on its left side.

"Don't worry, I'll give you some break. Oh, and by the way – my name is Lara."

I introduced myself, we gave each other a hearty handshake and immediately started laughing like crazy. It actually seemed surreal, like some fantasy that everyone wants to experience, but doesn't ever expect it to really happen.

"You really surprised me. You are a fascinating woman."

"Who did something she only fantasized about until now."

"Well, the audience was entertained."

"Yeah. That was definitely the moment where I went over all of my known boundaries." She said that in a slightly shy, but still confident tone of voice.

"From what I could see, he liked you" – I pointed to the new arrival who was currently floating with his other half in the sea, his cock still semi-erect. "He's full of energy, I'm just not sure if she would be willing to borrow him to you." I said that half-jokingly and half-hopefully. I didn't know why the idea seemed so attractive suddenly.

She smacked me on the shoulder with a smile: "Whoa, one at a time, I can't go through the whole menu in one morning. Let's go for a swim now."

We got up from the rock we were on and noticed that the camera is still filming. She took it in her hands and pointed it towards our faces. 

"Dear camera... Thank you for recording on of the special moments" – she said with a distinctive pleasure in her voice. We kissed and she turned it off.

***

After such a World Series level fuck, we spent the rest of the morning swimming, fooling around and talking. Of course, Lara moved her towel next to mine, so we seemed like a very ordinary couple from the outside. Our "audience" picked a rock some twenty yards away from us, but they were not nearly as audacious as us, spending their time in swimming, sunbathing, staring in the distance (he) and reading some celebrity magazine (her).

Anyway, I learned that Lara was a designer and that she's also into photography (nooo, really?). We lived in the same City and we've never met, not even in the same places where we used to hang out. She was on the Island for the first time, and she came yesterday afternoon with her friend (also unknown to me) to heal from recent and not-so-recent break-ups. They took an apartment in the Town. Her friend decided to sleep in, but Lara was awoken at dawn by the heat so she decided to scan for a good beach spot. She passed by my cottage and said how it was phenomenal, and I just had to brag that it was mine. Of course, she was delighted about it. I invited her to a dinner, and she said she'll definitely come one evening.

She had no idea why she picked a spot on the beach so near me. Basically, when she came she just saw me swimming in the distance, and later it felt stupid to run away. Also, she was too curious when she saw me raise the mast. She had a lovely laugh.

Some time, just about the lunchtime, we concluded we were hungry. Actually, I concluded I was hungry, and she suddenly realized that she completely forgot about her friend, forgot to even check her phone and that she was generally horrible, as they both made a pact that this week on the Island will be about two of them and two of them only. Well, that didn't last long. She called her friend and apologized – lying that she fell asleep in the shade. Anyway, she decided to go and meet up with her.

"Are we gonna see each other again while you're here?" I asked, sounding even a bit pathetically. However, she accepted my question with a big smile.

"Of course we will. I just need to give my friend some attention now, she's not in the best place ever since she broke up with her boyfriend." She said that almost apologetically.

"Hey, no problem. Look, the Island is tiny: there is the Town, the Village on the hill and a couple of vacation houses like mine. You need a car to go to the other end of the Island, but that's something we can decide on. Anyway, you know where I'm at. People don't call to meet up here, they just meet randomly, that's the beauty of this place."

"OK, then I'll find you. Or maybe you'll find me. Or maybe we'll just bump into each other..." She used an incredibly sexy tone of voice in that last sentence, making my exhausted dick manage a slight twitch upwards.

She got dressed (more precisely, she wrapped her naked body in a sarong), took her stuff, kissed me goodbye and left towards the Town. I watched as her ass swung as far as I could see her, and then decided to go for a swim before returning to the cottage and grabbing a bite.



The Island Day 02



Note from the author:

Even though this story set off as an "Exhibitionist&Voyeur" short story, it quickly started to evolve and transcend the sub-genre. So, just for the warning, there are some parts of this story which have a little to do with exhibitionism or voyeurism. I wasn't initially planning on such story twists. 

Still, it would be even more confusing if I started to publish every sequel in a different category. It will probably get even more complicated in the future sequels - as the same events might be described by multiple characters, giving the individual sequels a completely different tone. Whatever will happen, I will publish the entire story until its end in this category.

On the point of the accent of the Island's natives - as the Island is not located in the English-speaking country, imitating such a specific regional dialect was a mountain to climb. You might find it to be inconsistent. That will be so - because it actually is inconsistent in the original.

Anyways, feel free to comment and even suggest some improvements - there's nothing that couldn't be made a bit better than it is now.

Enjoy!

***

Rest of the day, after the morning spent with Lara, was rather slow and uneventful, especially compared to a morning filled with 'activities'. I made a light lunch, went for a swim in the afternoon, had a lie down under the pines with a book in my hands and earphones in my ears, and then decided to stay in for the evening. Lara said that she'll spend the rest of the day with her friend (Interestingly, she was the first one on my mind when thinking who I could spend my time with), and I had time to meet the locals. Ante was a guy who didn't bother with going around spreading the news about arrivals and departures from the Island, so it was probable that none of the people I liked even knew I came. I had a couple of movies on my tablet, so I decided to hook it up to my TV (one that wasn't even connected to an outside source of signal - it was never used to actually watch TV, and I was rather proud of that fact) and just let myself doze off. I actually noticed that I haven't put one piece of clothing on me since the morning, and I was enjoying it immeasurably. Especially after months spent in winter cold and multiple layers, followed by heat and humidity endured in suits and similar combination.

It all went according to plan. I was watching some comedy and sipping a cold beer when I heard someone passing by the house. Whoever it was, that person was alone, because I heard only one pair of flip-flops. Steps continued on in the direction of the sea. Night swimming, or rather twilight swimming, since it was around 9:30 PM and some light was still visible in the western sky, just enough to be able to walk around. Still, this part of the coast wasn't so popular for night swimmers. You had to know pretty well where are the safe spots to enter and come out of the sea without getting cut on a sharp rock or stepping on a sea urchin. I presumed it was someone local. Who might, or might not drop in later. I went for "not" and continued to watch the movie. Soon a quiet splash was heard, and it became silent again.

Some fifteen minutes later, my beer bottle was empty. So I decided to go to the fridge and have another one. While I was rearranging stuff in the overstuffed fridge, I didn't notice the flip-flop of the flip-flops approaching the house. Just as I sorted everything and started to close the refrigerator, the anti-mosquito door screen opened.

To clarify the situation: the cottage was small, built of the light beige colored stone and pine wood, with the usual Mediterranean brick-red tiled roof. It was about 540 square feet in size. Inside it was basically just one big open space, except the toilet. It had two doors on the opposite sides - one looking at the beach - let's call them the front door, with a small porch in front of it. The other, "back" door opened towards the pine forest and a little backyard consisting of a table with chairs, stone-made barbecue and some trees and flowers. The front door opened directly into the living room/dining room/kitchen. Bathroom i.e. shower and the sink were opened, and the person showering could hide from the view by a provisional shower curtain, which I haven't closed in years. I had plans to separate the bathroom with some drywall, but the idea remained just a theory as I never saw a need for it. The back door was directly next to the tub. Directly above the living space was an open platform with a huge bed and one closet. The house had plenty of windows, as well as exterior shutters that closed only when it was cold or the place was empty for a longer period. As it was in the middle of the pine growth, it was in the shade for the majority of the day and everything was opened up all the time I was there. Only mosquito nets were covering the window frames. I didn't even close the solid doors, just the anti-mosquito door screens which prevented mosquitoes and other bugs entering the house. It was a tiny Island, so thefts and burglaries were an unknown concept here. There was no reason to close anything, especially as the breeze coming from the outside was the perfect air-conditioning.

Which basically meant that whoever was coming into the house could see everything inside even before entering it. At that particular moment, it was me, naked, holding a beer in my hand. And that someone was Anita.

Just as I closed the fridge, I lifted my head because I heard the screen closing. I saw Anita, standing there wrapped in a towel barely covering her from her bosom to her thighs. She was holding bikini parts in her hands, which meant that she was naked under that towel. And she saw me. All of me. I quickly covered my equipment with a beer bottle, which proved as a terrible idea, since the bottle was freezing cold. I removed the bottle even faster and opened the fridge again, standing behind the provisional cover. Anita started laughing.

"Oh Jeez... What'cha doin'?"

I'm really not shy - a point which was proven by the events of the morning - but this was Anita. Little Anita. It felt inappropriate for her to see me naked, especially when I remembered all the thoughts I had about her during last night and this morning. 

"Oh, well... You surprised me."

"Are ya nude? Oh c'mon, what'cha hiding there, like I've never seen a willy on a man. Ya shamin'? Is it small or sumthin'?" She started laughing.

I looked down. It really wasn't in a showpiece state now, courtesy of the icy bottle treatment. Even more, I couldn't really explain the real reason for my sudden 'shyness.' Hell, I had problems explaining them to myself.

"Actually, yes. It's smallest ever!" I tried to be funny. For a moment, there was a disappointed look on her face, but I quickly forced a laugh out so she realized I was joking.

"Eh, ya blokes. As if the World is spinning roun' your wieners. They all look alike when hanging, who gives a damn. Anyways, I went for a swim, and as I was passin' by I remembered that Pops told me to tell ya' that he'll fish out some munch tomorrow, so we can prepare it over here at ya'r place. Ya OK with it?"

OK, I was a bit more relaxed now. So, the traditional dinner was gonna be tomorrow.

"I'm always OK with it. Hell, I'm on vacation. You're also coming, right?"

"Of course, wouldn' miss it for anythin', we need to catch up. Haven' seen each other for a century or so. And Pops said ya make nasty fish and squids, so I gotta try me some" - she winked. She was always a foodie, and I was really proud of my culinary abilities.

"I'll be honored then to prepare whatever will be on the menu for the young lady."

"Oh! Could ya please give me some water? I'm thirsty as a horse, swam across the cove and back."

"I don't have it cold, sorry." That meant that I would have to move from the safety of the fridge and walk a few steps to the tap. Moreover, I would have to carry the glass to her. Or she could just decide to go there herself and pour a glass.

"Eh, tap's OK, no worries."

"You want a beer? Or juice maybe?" I was trying to avoid leaving the fridge by any means necessary.

"Oh, no. I really need water." I couldn't miss that the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards. Damn. She actually wanted the only drink which required me to walk naked in front of her. That cheeky girl.

"OK... You sure you don't want a beer?" I tried for the last time, she might change her mind.

"Nah, not a beer lover. C'mon pleeeease, I'm really thirsty..."

OK, here it went. I took a deep breath, turned around and closed the fridge behind me. I felt the stare on my ass. I felt good and guilty at the same time. I threw a quick peek down. My cock was back to normal, together with the balls. I had no more options, so I decided to fake coolness, still minding not to turn my front side directly towards her. As I took the glass from the shelf and opened the tap, knowing it will take some time for the cold water to come, I started the small talk routine.

"So, you come here often for a swim?"

"Ah come on, this is my favorite place on the Island, I was comin' here for solo swims since I was yay big" - she showed about four feet of height with her hand. "Ever since that Slovenian owned this cottage. If I could, I would evict you out and stay here for the whole summer."

"No way. This is my private little piece of heaven. Anyway, you must have been here a couple of times when I wasn't here?" I asked the question intentionally, remembering the smell on my bed.

"Well, no, just... When I was passing by and Pops asked me to open it up a bit." She visibly blushed. I knew she came here much more often than she cared to admit.

The water was finally cold enough and I poured her a full glass. I turned around to give it to her, trying to hold the glass "naturally" - covering the important bits. Not only did my plan ultimately fail, but it actually made her look down. And kept her stare down as I approached her. I raised the glass up to her shoulder height, but her stare didn't follow the glass. This stalemate lasted for a couple of seconds until I decide to draw her attention.

"Your water?"

"Eh? Oh yeah... Thanks." She flinched suddenly and grabbed the glass out of my hand. She tilted the glass and started gulping too fast. It seemed that the embarrassment transferred from me to her. She drained it in a second and - belched like a lumberjack. We started laughing. It reminded of those past years when I was teaching a 9-year old her how to burp. On one hand, she mastered it excellently, on the contrary, it made me feel guilty again - it's little Anita, for God's sake!

"There, see how you taugh' me" - she said while laughing. "I can sing the anthem when I drink the carbonated drink." This made me laugh too.

"Forget the anthem, you're grown up now. It's time for Mozart."

"Yaaa, Ode to Joy, and the whole quire at that. So that the Island women can go and pray for me in the church later."

The kid had a sense of humor, and it made me happy. I forgot that I was naked. On the other hand, she didn't. She looked down. Her face was facing my face, but her eyes kept rolling downwards.

"You want more water?" I asked trying to stop her staring.

"Ya, sure, thanks..." She pushed the glass in my hand absentmindedly.

I turned around quickly and went to fill up the glass.

"Luvly luvly" - she muttered through her teeth, maybe even unaware of it. But I heard her loud and clear. And it made me proud. Even my dick grew a bit.

"What?" I pretended I didn't hear her.

"Eh? Oh, nothin'... Nothin'." She probably just realized she said it out loud.

I brought her the glass, this time without the hiding routine. This time, she was also more focused. She was looking into my eyes, and it seemed that her eyes were a tad brighter than before. She took the glass silently and slowly drank. She left the sip. 

"Ah, now I'm super. Well, I'll be off, Pop's probably got the dinner ready."

"What are you eating? Reheated fish?" 

"You idiot" - she laughed at my lame joke and punched me in the chest. "We'll just 'ave a snack. Some prosciutto and cheese. Are ya gonna go to the Town later?"

"Nah, I'm resting tonight. The Sun and the beach wore me out." That was part of the truth, at least.

"Ya, I believe you that." The way she said it shook me a bit. I remembered the morning and I probably grinned without control, and she saw it. "Anyways, ya see there's no problem in ya bein' naked in front of me. Nothin' to be ashamed of, believe you me." 

I didn't know how to react. That was probably a compliment, but it sounded so unreal when considered that it looked like a girl so much younger than me is pumping my self-esteem like I was some kid. Moreover, the complimentor was a girl I knew since she was of "Boys, yuuuuck" age. I just grinned stupidly and muttered: "Thanks."

She looked down again and smiled with satisfaction. This kid became the devil. I had a feeling that it was all just her masterfully directed role play. Suddenly she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. In doing so, she practically leaned on me, and I was confident that she managed to brush an exposed part of her body against my dick.

"I'll go now. See ya tomorrow - for dinner, if not sooner."

"Sure thing, say hi to Ante for me" - I said, standing naked in front of his daughter. Oh man.

"Sure will!" She moved towards the door. Her towel was barely reaching half of her ass, and the view almost made me dislodge my jaw. Her slit was slightly visible through the narrow space between her thighs. My body immediately forgot about all the sexual exercise - nay, one of the most magnificent fucks of my life - it had in the morning, and the pecker began to show signs of life. Although I was not a religious person, I started praying in my mind for her not to turn around. Suddenly she stopped half a step from the door. And decided to put on her panties, there and then. She bent down to pull one leg through them, making her towel raise up and uncover her whole butt. She seemed a bit clumsy doing that, and her towel almost slipped completely off of her. Now she was holding it in place with one hand why using the other to pull the other leg through the opening. I was entirely sure that this was all done on purpose, because she never looked back at me, although she knew perfectly well that I was standing not even 15 feet behind her and then I certainly wasn't looking at the ceiling. Just as I was completing my thought, her towel fell down on the floor. She snorted and bent down to pick it up, before pulling her panties up to her knees, clearly not in a rush to get covered. Her small, narrow, completely shaved pussy was fully exposed. My cock was erect and I couldn't hide it anymore - at least, not without making a disturbance in the scene. Only one thought raced through my mind: 'Oh shit, if she turns around now, I don't even want to imagine what will happen.'

But she didn't look back. She put on her panties and upper part of her bikini and then wrapped herself in the towel again. All that without a word or even a glance in my direction. She opened the door and exited. She almost turned the corner, when she leaned back and waved bye to me standing in the middle of the room with my raging hard-on. I waved back. If she did notice my erection, she didn't show.

I didn't know what to think anymore, this was all a bit crazy. First the morning with Lara, now this unexpected and most unusual encounter with Anita. With one gorgeous and incredibly sexy young woman. It seemed that karma was rewarding me for something. I stood in the middle of the room and reran the mental recording of the last couple of minutes.

I started to fondle my balls, with beautiful young ass and pussy of Anita in my mind, then shifting my thoughts to Lara and her smile, her ass, her hot pussy that tasted and smelled so amazingly... I played with myself, jerking off and massaging my balls. My dick was as hard as if hadn't came for three days.

Anita and Lara were simultaneously in my head, not as competitors but as one phenomenal compound. I was inside one of her, then the other, entertaining their tits, asses... It started to boil inside of me and I came again. I spurted all over the floor and moaned loudly. I wanted them - individually, together, in any way possible... The possibility that this could be one legendary vacation started to occur to me. If all this continued, of course.

I released my softened schlong from the grip and went to wipe the semen of the floor. As I came by the sink, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was grinning as if I was high as a kite. Yeah, that was it. Probably the version of life that almost anyone would want. Going from severe sexual drought, in less than 24 hours, to the situation where I had sex with the strange, beautiful woman in the morning, while the other beautiful woman was at the same time apparently showing interest in doing a lot of naughty stuff with me - and me being ambivalent whether my desired response to her flirting would be appropriate or just downright wrong. Like they say: When the wheel starts turning... 

I gave up thinking, slumped back in the sofa and continued to watch the movie. I don't know at what moment I dozed off, but I know I did it feeling happy and relaxed, after a long time.

***

The next day was pure leisure, without any events that would be interesting enough to be a part of the story. I went to my favorite rock in the morning. Afterward, I hopped to the Town to say hi to the people I knew, had some coffee and lunch, then headed back to my cottage for some siesta and an afternoon swim. I still wasn't in socializing mode and full Islanders' "lifestyle", which mostly consists of hanging around with one or more different people throughout the day (depending on their schedules), so I was still enjoying my moments of solitude on my beach spot.

Fortunately, it was still not the full season, the tourists were rare and no one decided to come there for a swim. Honestly, I was expecting Lara's and mine "audience" from yesterday, but it seemed they changed their location. I read half a good book, listened to a lot of great music (Marley, Jazzanova, Calexico...), and then headed back to the cottage around 6 o'clock to prepare everything for dinner. Ante would usually come by around 7 or 7:30, bringing cleaned off fish, squid or other seafood, and I would just season it and toss it on the grill.

I took a walk through the grove around the house, collecting enough pinecones and dried wood for the fire. The drought was visible because there was an abundance of dry, fallen off branches laying around. I set up everything in the fireplace and lit up the fire. It would take at least forty minutes for the live coal to form, and then subside a bit so that the fish don't burn up. I sat in the deck chair next to the grill, lit up a cigarette and started daydreaming. I tried to avoid the prevailing themes, but I just couldn't. I also wondered where Lara was. I haven't met her since our encounter the previous morning, and I had a burning desire to repeat at least some part of that meeting. Still, it's not as if I lamented the thought too much. She was on the Island for as long as I will be, so it was almost inevitable that we will meet in the next few says. Mmmmm, those beautiful perky nipples and contagious smile...

However, I quickly redirected my thoughts on Ante and Anita. I was thinking how the yesterday's meeting will affect the dinner conversation. It's not as if she was drunk yesterday, which could make her uncomfortable. Again, her dad would be present, so it was hard to expect any sexual tension in the air. For now, I decided to deposit the whole theme in the safe hidden somewhere in the far corner if my mind's thinking room, and to rather concentrate on the familiar stories that were on the menu of Ante's and mine dinners.




The Island Day 02



Just as the grill was almost ready for the barbecue, I heard two pairs of legs approaching the house, carrying one strong male and one gentle female voice. The tone of the voices sounded serious, but I was unable to make out the topic. Since the barbecue was in the "back" of the house, which was open to the path towards the Town, I saw them soon enough. When Ante realized that I could hear them as well as see them, he told Anita in a very sharp, but quietened tone of voice: "I've told ya it ain't good! Leave the man alone, please."

Ante carried two bags, and Anita was bringing a bottle of wine. She was looking at the floor when Ante was talking, but momentarily looked up and smiled when they came close enough. However, this was the first time I saw her smile not being completely spontaneous. Ante's smile was, on the contrary, entirely sincere. He was always joyful about our dinners. Mostly, he was happy to see me grew up from the hyperactive, 'bad' kid I used to be into the man I am now. He probably thought of himself as one of my tutors - well, the summertime kind, at least.

"Where are you, my favorite Islanders?" I asked standing next to the fireplace like and old professional, with the fire rake in one hand and the cigarette in the other.

"Look at ya, standin' there like sum backwater redneck!" Ante yelled approaching me. He came to me and gave me a friendly hug. "Here's the much, just put some of yours voodoo spices on it and toss it on tha grill."

I took the bags in my hand and dropped them on the plate lying next to the grill, just by the side of the plate on which I already prepared the vegetables and the foil-wrapped potatoes. I came to Anita: "Where are you girl, you feeling good?"

"Yeah. Hi." She hugged me, but it was the coldest and the most reserved hug ever since I came to the Island. But she leaned in and whispered in my ear: "I 'ad a fight with Pops, I'll tell ya later 'bout it..." OK, it was clear now, except in what part it had anything to do with me. She might have even gotten embarrassed about our yesterday's voyeur show.

I decided to break the tension: "C'mon people, take your seats" - I pointed to the table next to the grill, and then immediately stopped Anita: "Darling, could you please go to the kitchen and bring out three wine glasses, as well as some water? There's cold water in the fridge."

My last sentence made her smile again, at least. She probably remembered me standing behind the refrigerator door. Or maybe me after moving away from that spot, who knows. Meanwhile, Ante quietly sat down at the table. He never yelled or showed nervousness - if he was troubled by something, he would go fishing and thought about it. If he couldn't solve something, he stopped bothering about it. That's how his marriage ended. I never saw him beating himself up over it, he just couldn't find a solution, then let it fall apart and simply adjusted. Of course, their current fight was obviously not anywhere near that magnitude, so I just hoped that there will be no silent treatment between them this evening.

I checked the bag and got pleasantly surprised. Two large sea breams, at a pound each, and on top of that one beautiful grouper. Fish galore, enough for everyone to get stuffed. "My dear Ante, great catch. We'll eat like the kings."

"Eh, mate, that ain't sumthin' much. It's too hot, they don't bite. There wasn't enough even for Anita and me last three days, so I wasn't sure that I'll catch anything for dinner tonight. I got some luck, though..."

"Ante, haven't you heard about karma? It clearly states that what must happen, will happen. You said 'dinner' and karma made it sure that there will be dinner since she knew we haven't seen each other for a long time and that we want to sit down and eat something."

"Ah, ya're full of wisdom like it's a dog shit... Boy, no wonder I like ya. Ya've been livin' in the worst place in the World, doin' nasty job full of stress, and still ya get here full of optimism." Well, my dear friend, that optimism didn't come with me here, it was created here. I didn't tell him that, as I believed that it wouldn't be the wisest thing to go into details of that fact.

Just at that moment, Anita came out with glasses and the bottle opener. The Island didn't have its own wine. It was too small for serious winemaking, so Ante ordered wine from his friend, who had vineyards on the bigger and much more famous island. The wine was excellent the last few years, and I hoped it stayed that way. Anita opened the bottle expertly.

"There ya go, see what bartending in the summer does? Now my own daughter can open the bottle quicker and better than I can" - said Ante jokingly.

"Of course, it was the time that someone starts opening wine for you."

She poured three glasses and passed one to each of us. My hands were dirty from fish handling, so she put mine down next to me. I wiped my hands on the towel and grabbed the glass. "A toast"- I called. There's something about raising glasses that makes people forget they are fighting. "For this meeting after many years, and for every summer to be at least as good as this one, if not even better." We clinked the glasses and took a sip. Anita almost drained her glass.

"Deary, the summer jus' started, how come it's already so good?" Anita asked curiously. Her hazelnut eyes widened.

"Well, I'm here where I want to be, with people I like, and everything that's happening is even better than I was imagining."

"Umm... Ya've been her for just two days, what's it gonna be like by the end? Ya may decide to stay sum more, eh?" This time, I heard a mix of curiosity and wanting in her voice. This sentence didn't sound like a courtesy invitation.

"Who knows" - I said quizzically. "I'll go and toss the fish and the veggies on the grill, potatoes are already roasting."

Fish was grilling while we had some small talk. I was wondering how come Anita wasn't still in her university now, so Ante quickly bragged that she did her finals well before the deadline, and then came to relax a bit before starting her summer job in the City. She planned on working through July and August, and then to take a one-month trip with her friends to Argentina and Uruguay before coming back to her final year of studying. I congratulated her on the choice of destination. If I had the time, I would go with them in a heartbeat.

The food was excellent. My secret was to fill the fish with some pesto Genovese so it would get a unique flavor. Anita mixed up a summer salad which we all picked out of a big bowl. The atmosphere became completely relaxed, each bite of food and sip of wine making us laugh a bit louder, and their fight seemed to be a thing of the past. It was great to see father nad daughter acting and understanding each other as if they were friends. If it weren't for the age difference, their characters would make a person think they were siblings.

They asked me a lot about my life and my career. They were happy about my success but still found it incredible that I was ready to sacrifice so much of my life almost all year long. I explained to them that my next step was to organize everything in a way that my job would be less and less hands-on work, and much more pure supervision. It would enable to have much more free time in the next few years - of which I would spend a lot on the Island, at least in the summer.

We ate up, and Anita cleaned up the plates and everything else from the table. It was visible that she did it naturally, without any fuss, even though she didn't leave an impression of a person who found household maintenance as something to be desired in life. She came back and poured more wine into our glasses even before sitting down.

"I hope that's not all of the wine? I'm jus' getting' thirsty, guess I picked that up from Dads, heh heh." She said that looking at Ante, who was just gently smiling.

"Oh-eh, really kid? Ya wanna say I drink a lot, or tha' ya can handle some?"

"C'mon Dads, I know ya always put all yar buddies under the table before ya even started slurrin'. I got that trait from ya."

"Oh really? So, ya're getting' yar friends drunk, ya poor lassie? Good thing ya're not drivin' them to sober up in the ER." Ante tried to sound angry, but it was just an act. He couldn't blame her for being, well, like him.

"I know, old man. That's my destiny. So we better be careful not to put our dear host under tha table tonight." She laughed. "I wouldn' want him to go to bed too early, I's a long night." Now she looked at me significantly.

To her luck, I could also hold my liquor pretty well. It wasn't my first time drinking with Ante, and I could boast the fact that I was able to more or less follow his tempo. Truth to be told, he wasn't drinking to get drunk anymore, but rather to stay in a sort of a tipsy state. Still, I was in the open field now and had to be careful not to get wasted by their 'alliance'.

"There are couple more bottles that I brought with me - there by the fridge - if you feel like bringing them over." Anita immediately jumped up from the table and headed towards the kitchen.

"There ya go. She's at that age, always up for getting' drunk while having fun with people. I know I'm her dad, but wha' can I say - I ain't been different at twenty-two."

"Don't worry Ante, it's not as if you have problems with her. We'd drink it anyway, with or without her."

The wine was poured and drank, we talked and laughed even louder, our tongues were let loose and we hopped from subject to subject. Johnny Cash was playing on the speakers - Ante's favorite. We went through their last year or so, state of the country, the state of the Island, and then somehow the story slipped into our past.

"Oh my, I remember when we were all together here one year, I think ya were about seventeen" - Ante started the story in a style of the wise old man. He just needed a beard and a pipe to create the perfect picture. "Ya were still comin' here with yar folks - ya always stayed at Baba Branka's place in that luvly apartment. Your Pops" - he pointed the finger at me, then saddened a bit - "God bless 'is immortal soul, always complained tha' they had to practic'ly drag ya over here as ya were sayin' ya'll die of boredom on the Island, tha' they didn' understan' ya. And then ya mingled with tha' lil' German girl, Inge or sumthin..."

"Ingrid" - I corrected him. "And I was sixteen. Trust me, I remember that.

"Well, as long as she was 'ere you jumped 'round 'er like a peacock and suddenly the Island was tha pretties' place in the World for ya."

"Ante, of course I did, I lost my virginity with her." As I said that Anita giggled. Ingrid was older than me - she was eighteen - and was very determined to make a man out of me, and I wasn't complaining a bit. Not only did I lose my virginity then, but I had more sex that summer than many summers after that. 

"Ah hah... Tha's why I had to pack home early that summer? I thought ya were mad at me..." Anita said with fake sadness in her voice.

"Oh come on, you were a kid following me everywhere. I couldn't have taken you with Ingrid and me to the beach..."

"And I thought ya hated me and didn' like me 'cause I was still a kid."

"How could I hate you? You were just in the way when a perky German was giving me some really ambitious sex lessons. It wasn't plausible with you in the vicinity. I think you get it today, right?"

"Today I do. Well, I hope she taught you well." She threw a deep stare at me, as if she was honestly expecting my reply. Ante looked at her, then at me, but I kept my cool.

"I believe she did. Never had any complaints later in life. Not even Darling, a creature of its own kind, had anything to object to in that area."

Anita frowned at the mention of the Darling. The story went on about our past days, me taking Anita to the beach with my friends, where we all scared her that horrible things will happen to her if she ever spoke about what she saw there (first cigarettes, beers, weed, experimenting between boys and girls...). Ante laughed, and I had a feeling he knew all about it.

"Do ya know why Anita stopped comin' to the Island?" Ante asked me. Anita suddenly blushed and slapped him on the hand.

"Dads, please don't..." She told him, but somehow the tone of her voice wasn't showing that she really, really wanted to keep that story as secret. 

"Come on luv, i's been seven years, wha's that gotta do with anythin' now?"

"Noooo, what'll he think of me?"

"Whatever, he's grown up, he'll understan'. Anyhow" - he addressed me again - "ya just got together with Darlin' before tha' summer, right?" I nodded. Well, I've never connected these two moments before - at least not in a sense that seemed to be revealed now. I looked at Anita, who was shifting her eyes between Ante, me and the floor.

"So I called Anita - it was gonna be the firs' or maybe the secon' summer since her mother and I got divorced - to talk about her comin' over. I casually mentioned that ya'r comin' with yar new girl, and she starts to weep on tha phone. So I was all dumbfounded, askin' 'er wha's going on, luv and such... At firs' she didn' wanna tell me, and then she admits she's in luv with ya, tha' her world crumbled to pieces and tha' she can't bear to see ya anymore. So I told her not to come."

Even though I expected something like that, I was a bit taken back. Here is the father, telling me casually about his daughter, then fifteen years old and having a crush on me, while that same daughter sits with us at the table. I looked at Anita again. This time, it seemed as if she was OK with the story, and not as if Ante was giving out too much information. On the contrary, she intervened in the story.

"Oh my, Dads... When I remember that... I wanted to kill myself, to kill Darlin'. I never met 'er, and yet I hated her more than the devil 'imself."

"See, she always told me everythin'. I understood her crazy teenage head much more than her own mother. Then I told 'er not to come if she'd feel bad. I know wha' it's like, bein' in luv with someone who ignores ya, I've been there when I was young. And, honestly, I was 'oping that yar thin' with the Darlin' will be over soon. Truth to be told, I never liked 'er."

I didn't know how to react. Little Anita, that little girl that I always considered to be someone I baby-sitted, was in love with me, and my relationship with Darling was the reason she didn't go to the Island. It was actually a bit of a shock now. Moreover, what intrigued me now if that crush was just a thing of the past or if it still existed, but it just wasn't the moment to be asking that. Anyway, Anita continued with the story.

"Listen, deary, no worries... I found myself a boy in the City later. I's not as if I 'adn't came to the Island for seven years 'cause of ya and Darlin'." She said that while smiling, but I couldn't tell if the smile was honest or fake. "It was just a teenage crush. Ya were my role model and I thought we were gonna marry as soon as I turn eighteen." 

"I think Ante would have a lot to object to such wedding." I said that trying to close the subject.

"Honestly, Ya'd be much better choice than all those other punks she introduced me to. At least I know ya, boy. Tha' doesn' mean ya'd get off easy, she's my only child and I want nothin' short of perfection for her."

Lovely. I was in a pre-marital interview now. It was all a bit funny now. But at least I somewhat better understood the last two encounters between Anita and me. I wasn't so sure that there were no more feelings on her side.

"C'mon now Dads, ya can be cal now. There's no boy now, I'm 'ere on the Island with ya now, and look who's with us 'ere. Jus' like good ol' times" - said Anita consoling her father.

"Ya said it. It's luvly to see us. Or better said, to see two of ya. I just go old, and ya're like a pretty picture - good lookin', smart, grown-up people."

"As for the looks, you can say that for Anita, but how did you get to pick me in the beauty contest?" I said jokingly.

"Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" Anita got upset. "Ya look better than the las' time I saw ya. Ya're like wine, the older, the better." She took my hand and smiled at me. We were all a bit tipsy now, but now I got convinced there was more to the previous story. Either that or I was drunker than I knew. Ante didn't comment much or react in any way to Anita's words and action.

"OK, thanks for the compliment" - I replied and squeezed her hand. I remembered that she had the opportunity to see everything about me there is to see and that she obviously liked it.

The conversation, however, steered in a different direction. We finished the second bottle, the darkness fell and Ante begun to yawn. "Kids, I'll 'ead home slowly and leave ya two to continue with catchin' up. I believe ya've got much more to talk about without me around." Then he looked at Anita: "Anita, please jus' remember wha' we talked 'bout before comin' over."

Anita's stare pierced through him. I guess that conversation they had before coming to dinner was quite interesting. Still, I wasn't going to interfere.

"Alright Dads, don't worry" - she practically hissed those words, but then immediately mellowed her tone: "I'll be 'ere for a bit more, then I'll jump in the sea..."

So, she planned to go for a swim. I didn't see the towel, nor bathing suit. She had a summer dress on her, but no other pieces of clothing were visible through that fabric. An instinctive feeling started to cross my mind, that something interesting was going to happen tonight. I just hoped that Ante didn't have the same feeling. Or, at least, that he didn't mind.

"OK, ya jus' enjoy yarselves. An' don' get too drunk!"

"We won't, Dads (Ante)!" Anita and I said that in unison, then started laughing. "There ya go, as if seven years never passed. We both know wha' to say to ya and when, Dads."

Ante got up slowly, kissed Anita on her forehead and headed towards the Town. Even though it was dark, he didn't use the flashlight. He lived on the Island his whole life, he knew every inch of every trail and could have walked it in the dark, blindfolded and on one leg.

Now it was just Anita and me. And the Thievery Corporation's 'Lebanese Blonde' in the background. The music was relaxing, the cards were laid out on the table, some by Ante, some that I've learned by deduction. Still, the only person that knew the full deck was Anita. There were some awkwardness and tension in the air, and just as I decided to break it, Anita spoke: "Let's go down to the beach. Just take the glass with ya."

I was still confused, but she was already on her feet and lightly heading towards the familiar spot. I followed her like an obedient boy. The curiosity was too strong, and the wine prevented me to over-analyze the deeper context of the moment.

We came up to the rocks, the same ones on which I was sunbathing and occasionally (yesterday, that is) fucking Lara. I immediately regressed in my mind, making my dick spurn inside my pants. I quickly sat down, not wanting to raise a tent in front of Anita. She sat next to me. We were staring into the distance for a while, observing the channel and the other islands in front of us, recognizable by the lights scattered around the horizon and dark lines on places where the landmass merged with the sea below or the sky above. After a couple of minutes, Anita spoke. Her tone of voice was, well, momentous.

"Ya know, I didn' want ya to learn 'bout sum things like that. Dads fucked it up prop'rly."

"Eh, don't worry. We're all humans. Anyway, bygones be bygones..."

"Look, it ain't that simple. It never is. I was definitely plannin' to talk with ya 'bout sum things while ya're 'ere. I told that to Dads, to let 'im know I'll confess. He was against it, afraid it'll create problems between us. That's why we got into a fight. Guess he believed if he told the story while we're all together, the story would jus' slip by. I luv 'im, but he can be a bit naïve. Somewhat old-fashioned in sum matters."




The Island Day 02



"He's your old man, he loves you. He probably thought it'll be embarrassing. But honestly, after last night words can hardly be embarrassing." I accentuated the last part on purpose. Whether it was because of the wine, or just because of my personal trait on avoiding protraction on any subject, I decided it was time to resolve this issue for good and to find out what was exactly in her head.

"Ahem, yeah, last night..." She thought for a second and then laughed, throwing her head between her knees. "I rather liked our little rendes-vous last night."

"I haven't doubted it."

She punched me in the shoulder. "Oh really, eh? Ya liked it, ya old fool, waving your pecker in front of me like tha'?"

"That, and also the unexpected viewing of something I never expected to see."

"Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

"Your changing. Or rather, putting on the bathing suit."

"Ah." She stopped here as if she wanted to say a lot, but she bit her tongue. She sighed, deciding she was going to tell me everything, either now or never. It was now. "Let's start from the beginning."

"You mean, from where Ante should have started?"

"Yep. When I was fourteen, I noticed... Well, ya know I entered puberty rather late, like, I didn't need the bikini top until then?"

"Yeah, I remember. Some girls even teased you over it."

"Don't remind me... Lil' bitches, I ain't even sayin' hi to them when I see 'em. Well, anyways, that summer ya came to the Island, and I saw you and felt somehow weird in your presence. I really wanted to be near ya, always and anywhere, I wanted to touch ya, hug ya, kiss ya... I knew it was a crush, read sumthin' 'bout it. And I was thinkin' ya'll surely notice me at some moment."

"But you never said or did anything to show."

"C'mon, I was ashamed. Ya were already in college, wha'd lil' ol' me mean to ya. And then, one time when ya, Jose and that little Slovenian guy - ya know, he used to come 'ere before - went sumwhere tha' night, so I wanted to go with ya. Ya'll sent me packin' like I was sum vermin. But I followed ya. And saw ya goin' to the beach with sum girls. I watched ya for hours from behin' tha bushes. I think ya were drinkin' sumthin', smoked a joint probably. And then decided to go for a swim. Skinny-dippin', of course. That was the first time I saw ya in the nude - from far away and in the dark, surely, nothing much to be seen. But it was more than enough for me. I was done for..."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. But it was the time when we were only looking to drink, get high and score... With someone our age, you were simply too young."

"Yeah, but that was my first time..."

"First time what?"

"I... Ya know... I was in luv."

I couldn't see it for myself, but I believe my pupils just widened drastically. Little Anita was just telling me how I was her first object of love and desire. I choked a bit on my wine.

"Anyways, after tha' night, it was enough to see ya that day - I'd immediately remember the feeling and then... I mean, I 'ad to tell ya, I've been waitin' too long. Hope I ain't scarin' ya."

"No, not at all. I'm just feeling a bit weird, I wasn't even trying to imagine that I was a subject of your desire. You were a kid, for fuck's sake."

"Well, after that summer I waited a whole year to see ya again. My boobs had grown, I felt like a grown woman, so I thought ya'll finally notice me when we see each other. But when Dads told me the next summer ya're comin' with a girlfriend, I just fell apart. I 'avent gone out of my room for a few days, I cried, tellin' myself and my Mom that the World's gone to shite. I kept thinkin' how ya fucked it up and who's tha' bitch who stole ya from under my nose..."

"Oh, Anita... You were fifteen, and I knew you since you were eight or nine. I couldn't imagine looking at you that way. Actually, it would make me a pedophile. And Ante would probably pierce me with his harpoon."

"C'mon, I understan' it now. But then, that was the World's end for me. I told Dads an' he advised me not to come to the Island, 'cause he didn' want me to be all miserable in the summer, lookin' at ya and Darlin' bein' all smoochy and luvin'."

"Yeah, I can imagine how you felt. Especially in your pubescent state of mind, God knows what you'd think of doing."

"Anyway, for a long time after that, I couldn' even feel what I felt when I remembered ya. I lost every need for the... Ya know, luv in any sense." I was actually amazed how open she was about her... Well, needs and past desires.

"Now I feel guilty..." I said feigning to be crestfallen.

"Oh, ya dumbass, be quiet! And stop worryin', I found a boy later - quite a bit later really, I was already 18, lost my virginity with 'im - although he ain't been much in shaggin' department - but at least I forgot about ya. Well, almost forgot, as I got my needs back, sumtimes I remembered ya while lying alone at home, in my bed." She winked at me suddenly.

I swallowed loudly. My heartbeat increased, it needed to pump extra blood in the nether regions. "OK, until when did that 'remembering' of your last?"

"Who says it stopped."

Right in the face. My blood was now pouring down to my groin. I couldn't remember the last time I had a conversation that was weird and pleasant at the same time, inappropriate because of the details and age of the main actor of the story, and still such a turn-on. I kept on repeating the mantra in my head: 'That is little Anita, little Anita, little... sexy...smart... beautiful... Anita...' Shit. I was hooked.

"You mean..."

"Yeah, ya still get to inspire me" - she stroked my hand while saying it. Not a friendly stroke, but a sensual one. I got goosebumps. "Pops showed me some recent pics of yars he 'ad. Ya were even better-looking than I remembered."

"You want to say you're still...?"

She laughed. "Nah, don't worry... I mean, not the way it was then. This is now more a kind of a... Permanent attraction."

"So, when we saw each other two days ago, when I got here..."

"I knew ya 'ere comin', Dads told me. I couldn' wait. And when I finally saw ya, uuumph... Let's just say I put myself to sleep really fast 'n' easy that night."

I sensed that we were minutes away from something much more serious. But this conversation needed a closure. My dick was already at half mast, maybe even more - primarily because Anita was so incredibly open towards me and showed absolutely no shame while she was talking about it, especially considering the subject of conversation. I've never had a chance to talk this way to a woman who wasn't in a relationship with me. I was hoping they existed, and that they weren't just sluts or tiring babblemouths. Basically, at that moment, I was mentally thanking karma, all deities, and everyone or everything else that people show their thanks to at such moments.

"OK, so now I'll ask: that putting on of panties yesterday evening?"

"Oh, completely on purpose, heh heh. Ya bein' naked was still an extra moment, 'aven' been expectin' it. As I said, I've seen ya naked before, but never so up close. And I was so 'appy when I saw what I saw. So I 'ad to treat ya with little sumthin'."

"To be honest, I was extremely satisfied with what I saw. You just have to understand, it was extremely hard for me to switch off that 'little Anita' and turn it into 'grown-up Anita.' But your body convinced me of it."

My dick was hard. Not just hard, but rock hard. If hadn't had really casual pants, there would be some ruptures in the seams.

"Ya think I'm pretty?"

"Anita, you're beautiful from head to toe, each part of you."

"I saw ya get aroused yesterday. But I didn't wanna react in front of ya. I was burnin' up inside from the desire to tell ya my thoughts, but I was still kinda scared it'll go awry."

"Honestly... I needed relief after you left."

She was looking directly into my eyes. Smiling. Her dark-brown irises almost disappeared underneath her pupils. I felt an enormous pressure. I thought she was waiting for me to kiss her or react in some other was, but suddenly she got up and started to take her dress off.

"Let's go for a swim!" She said pulling the dress over her head. She had no underwear. She tossed the dress onto the floor, turned around towards me and extended her hand. I stopped for a second. Although it was dark and it was only half-moon above us, the light was sufficient for a goof view of what was in front of me. Wow. Besides having an incredibly beautiful face, now I finally saw her tits that were perfect, round, firm, with small dark nipples and clearly outlining aureolas of the same shade. Her magnificent 5ft6 frame looked like it was gathering from all directions to point at her clean-shaven pussy, fully visible between her lovely shaped legs which were separated at the thighs for just the right width. Her small labia were barely protruding out. I was speechless.

"C'mon, whatcha waitin' for? Ya've never seen a naked woman before, so it got ya stuck?"

"No, I've never seen naked you. Or even thought that I ever will. And this is... I mean, you are... a 10." I got up, completely forgetting about my ludicrous erection.

"C'mon las, stop talkin' and get them clothes off, I ain't gonna be the only... Whoaaaaaa! Look at ya devil!" She noticed the tent. Now she crouched herself and pulled my pants down quickly, and my cock jumped out like a catapult, pointing directly at her. She smacked it with her hand and got up.

"Well ain't he a proper Jolly!" She said through her laugh. "And a proper spear it is. But 'e should be patient, there'll be time for full attention. Le's go now!" She turned around, made a couple of steps and expertly plunged, head on, into the sea. I followed directly behind her. What a crazy, funny, energetic woman. If I were any younger and more naïve, maybe I'd already start to fall in love. As it was, I was a bit drunk and strung like a crossbow.

I didn't understand what it was all about. I was in relationships, had a share of one-night stands, half-night stands, even hour- and a few minute-stands, but I've never experienced as much female audacity and shameless desire for action as I have in the last two days. Maybe it was my own special vibe, or maybe it was about the Island and some energy circuit that was currently located directly underneath it, deep inside the Earth's mantle. Generally, I didn't care. I had no more problems with 'little Anita' moment. Now it was sexy, naked, inviting Anita.

She already swam quite a distance from the shore, and I followed. She stopped in the middle of the cove, floating on the surface while the moonlight illuminated her beautiful hemispheres peeking out of the sea. Her nipples were completely stiff. I swam faster towards her, and she suddenly went under. She was gone for a while, so I became unsure whether I was in the spot from which she disappeared. It is really hard to orientate in the darkness in the sea. Suddenly something grabbed my leg and pulled me under. I sunk and immediately started to grab around blindly. I felt her naked skin under my fingers, but I had no idea what I was grabbing. It was a meaty, soft part of her body. Her ass. I pulled her with both of my hands towards me, but she wriggled out of my grip and surfaced. I did so too, just next to her.

"Let's see ya, old man, can ya still swim like ya did when ya were a young lad?"

"I can still catch you with one arm behind my back and one curled leg, kiddo."

"Yeah, right" - she said and started swimming. She was fast. Much faster than I remembered. I went after her, full speed ahead. And I was barely catching up with her. Now we were in a part of the cove where the shallow sandy part started. This was the summer location for the families, but now it was deserted. I was a couple of yards behind her when she suddenly stood up. Sea was up to our waists. I got up to and started running after her through the shoal. We started playing like little kids, spraying around and pushing each other to the surf. Suddenly she jumped on my back and latched herself with her limbs onto me. I stood still like a soldier, feeling her boobs and groin touching my skin.

"Giddy-ya, horsey, c'mon!" She yelled into my ear.

"Ooh, I'm the stubborn mule, you're not gonna make me move so easily."

"Ah really? Ya sure?" And she bit my neck. Too hard. I yelped in pain unconsciously and threw her off of me. She fell in the shallow sea and sand with a big 'Splat'.

I turned around immediately to check up on her. Her curls were covering her face, and she was sitting in the surf and didn't move. I approached her and gently removed her hair from her face. She was staring directly into my eyes, but I was completely unable to figure out if the look was angry, sad or just deceiving. I felt it was the time for action. I crouched and came completely near to her, lifting her chin with my hand.

"Shall I kiss to make it better?" I asked, rather rhetorically, now being less than an inch from her face.

"It's the only thing appropriate, I am a young lady ya threw off of ya." Now it was perfect puppy eyes' stare.

I kissed her. She returned the kiss without hesitation. In less than a few seconds we were completely entangled. I had a feeling she was experiencing something she had been waiting for years. She was kissing me firmly, lustfully, as if she still didn't entirely believe that she crossed the finish line. Her hands were on my back, in my hair, and I was doing the same. At one moment, I grabbed her ass and picked her up from the water, and she latched around my hips with her legs. We continued kissing like that, standing in the shallow surf. I started kissing her neck and then proceeded across her collar bone to her tits. She started to breathe more deeply. She was wet and salty, but I still felt her own scent and taste over the layer of seawater. I gently began to nibble and suck on the soft skin of her bosom, which made her whisper: "Mhmm, just like that..."

I grabbed her buttock more firmly and squeezed them. Her ass was firmer than I was used to on women, it was evident that she was in a superb shape. I was subconsciously comparing Lara's and Anita's body. I was stupid, each of them had her unique beauty, smell, texture, but it's normal when you end up with two women in two days.

Anita lowered her legs to the ground and stood in front of me while we were kissing. Her hands went down my back, all the way to my ass. She squeezed it hard and then started to lower her mouth over my torso. Only then did I realize that my cock was completely hard and that it was pressed between us the whole time. She kissed my chest, my nipples, lightly nibbling on them, and then went to my stomach. She lowered her head in line with my groin and firmly grabbed my manhood in her hand.

"Aven' I told ya there'll be time for 'im, eh?" Her tone of voice was arousing, even a bit slutty. She stared into my eyes and slowly pulled my foreskin over my knob, then massaging the head with her fingers. I didn't want to close my eyes.

"God, when I remember how much I wanted to see it, feel it... Mmm, it's even better than the one I imagined. This one's real, it's in my hands, and now it'll go in my mouth." She winked at me again and immediately swallowed the half of it. Then she squeezed her lips around it and slowly pulled her head back, all the way to the tip. She licked it all over, then played around the hole with her tongue. While she was holding the base of my shaft with one hand, she fondled and lightly squeezed her breasts. This was top-of-the-line, expert level blowjob. I didn't have much experience with women who were at this level. It was clearly visible how much Anita loved sex, how much she adored cock and that she had absolutely no desire to hide it from me.

She was sucking it and taking it in deeper and deeper. She would get almost to the base, then return while staring into my eyes. I was losing my foothold more and more. My dick was twitching in her mouth, my brain was far above the boiling point. I wanted to fuck her now... No, I wanted to fuck her, over and over, all the time.

I pulled her up. I didn't want to cum now. I had to try her to before that. I kneeled in front of her and spread her legs. I immediately sensed the smell of her pussy juices. As soon as I closed my fingers around her, I felt how wet she was. It wasn't the sea, it was the stream of her own wetness, pouring out of her in incredible amounts. I started kissing her - actually, slurping her juices of her outside pussy lips, while massaging the middle with my finger. Her clit was already hard underneath the cover, her inner lips gentle and soft. They parted without resistance, allowing me to explore her orifice. Anita was already moaning loudly.

"Yea, deary, yeah... I knew ya'd know... Lick my pussy, com'n com'n..."

My tongue was already on her clitoris. I was gently strafing it and circling around it. It didn't need gentle foreplay; it was already so wet that I immediately upped the tempo and got a positive response from Anita.

"Just like that, yes yes yeees..."

"You have a gorgeous pussy. And now is the time for it to cum."

I saw that it wouldn't take long. My tongue was working: up and down, around, then on the tip... my fingers toyed with her tight hole, I pushed one of them inside and started to massage her g-spot. I used my other hand to play with her ass, playing closer and closer to her tight pucker. Unlike Lara, it seemed that Anita was at home with this type of the game. Her hands were on my head for a few moments, then moved to her tits. She sucked her own fingers for a while. She was crazy and loud. She moaned, groaned, screamed: "Yes! Yes!"

Her whole body started to shiver. Her orgasm was coming, and I attacked even harder. I stuck a finger up her asshole and then suddenly, without warning, the avalanche came.

"YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS! FUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOW!!"

She twisted and moaned. And I had every intention to fuck her, right now. As if we did it a hundred times before, in half a second she was on her hands and knees, her ass pointing up, her fingers manically rubbing her clit, while my steel hard cock was on her entrance. As wet as she was, she was still really tight and I couldn't shove it in her the whole way. Nor was it necessary. A soon as I put the head in, her moans got louder. Her orgasm was still lasting. With every hit of my pelvis into her ass, she let out a new throaty scream. I felt her pussy squeezing, widening, trembling from the inside... I tried my old trick and stuck my thumb up her ass... She bucked, groaned and rammed herself even harder into me, impaling onto my cock and on my thumb.

I was also near the finish now, feeling those first signs of the unstoppable orgasmic rush. Our bodies were moving at incredible speed but also in unbelievable harmony. We knew each other, and obviously our subconsciousness immediately connected on a sexual level. We were two beasts on an empty plateau, releasing years of pent up energy in this one, brief moment. I was inside of Anita, suddenly feeling as if this moment was bound to happen since the beginning of time. She sounded like all the years of waiting were coming out of her, as if this was the one orgasm she wanted to experience ever since that time she made herself cum in the bushes above the beach. I knew that my orgasm was only seconds away, and Anita seemingly read my mind:

"Cum inside me, I'm on a PIIIIIIL! JEEEEEEEEEEESUS!"

I almost started laughing, but first I had to cum. I released the brake and fired it out of me. I was loud. Her loudness made me comfortable, so I let my soul to verbally express everything that needed to come out of me. I was moaning, panting loudly, screaming, ramming her as if I wanted to enter her wet, hot, young pussy with my whole body, and she was still squeezing me, pulling me inside of her even though the last spurts were now spraying out of me. I was giving her what she wanted and kept on fucking her as long as my cock remained hard enough. I was still fingering her ass with my thumb, which she enthusiastically took into her.




The Island Day 02



We started to subside slowly. Suddenly, she laid down on the sand, belly down, and I pulled out of her, turning on my back next to her. We looked at each other and started to laugh. It took us whole life to decide to do it - correction, it took ME so long - and now it seemed as our sex was the most normal thing in the world.

"Deary, ya're the fuckmeister..."

"Darling, you're a fuck queen!"

We laughed again. Just like being teenagers learning what sex is for the first time, what the dick and the pussy are for actually. She caressed me gently on my face, I caressed her ass.

"Eh, did I catch ya or what? Ya weren't expecting it, admit it."

"Never, Especially not such an overt act."

"It's sex! I luv it, I adore it. Why'd I be ashamed of it? Most men 're scared of me 'cause of it, but I saw ya ain't one of those, especially after wha' ya did with that woman on tha beach."

I almost choked. She saw me with Lara?

"How did you...?"

"I was going for a swim and ran into... Well, ya two were just in the middle of it, and tha' funny couple was starin' at ya like two idiots. So I knew ya knew 'ow to fuck, and that I needed to act now. But I didn' wanna intrude then an' there, it wasn' the moment."

"Well, it didn't bother you...?"

"Deary, what'd bother me? I ain't no lil' girl no more. Ya fucked 'er yesterday, ya fucked me today, so what? She ain't been your girlfriend."

"She isn't now either. I don't know her phone number, nor where she's staying..."

"I've seen 'er in the Town, she's pretty... And she's got a lovely friend. I'd do her to, trust ya me..." While she was saying it, her eyes sparkled.

"We'll see..." I brushed off that last remark, only to avoid a sexual overload in my brain just now. This week was getting better and better. "Let's swim back, we can continue talking back in the cottage."

"Talking?" Her tone was sarcastic, followed by a loud laugh. It made me laugh too. We got up and entered the sea, swimming slowly back towards the rocky spot under the cottage. 

***

We climbed back up on the shore, picked up our stuff and went back to the cottage. When we got in, we just threw our useless clothing items to the side and turned on the light. I finally saw her, top to bottom, in all of her beauty. She was just stunning, her body looked like it was sculpted by some perfectionist sculptor. She went to the kitchen, hopping merrily, and then drank a glass of water, bringing me one too. I drank it in two gulps.

It was apparent she had no intention to waste any more of our time as she climbed the sofa and stuck her ass out. Which made me decide not to waste any more time. Her beautiful ass opened up, uncovering her tight, flowerlike asshole and her still inflamed pussy that was just leaking some of my semen out.

"Soo, where do ya wanna put it now?" As she was saying that, she spread her cunt with her fingers.

"In both of them, of course."

"Well deary, ya filled up my pussy already, don't ya think it'd be 'orrible if ya neglected my butt?"

My cock was at full mast again. She was slowly playing with her pussy, and then she stuck one finger up her ass.

"I really, really luv bein' fucked in my butt. Mmmm... Would ya be a sweetheart and come over 'ere?"

I bent down and slowly licked around her starfish which she was still fingering. It smelled really fresh, as she clearly prepared for all options. She pulled her finger out and dedicated her attention to her pussy again. I took over the task of satisfying her desire for anal pleasure. I licked her, sticking my tongue inside and spreading her slowly, which made her moan in pleasure. And, as it seemed, she loved talking during sex.

"Oh, this makes me feel sooo good, ya got no idea... I imagined ya doin' this to me a thousan' times, oooh..."

"Well, then you'll probably love this..." I lubed my finger with her pussy juices flowing out of her like a river again, and then pushed it inside of her ass. She groaned.

"Oooh, yes yes... More, give me more..."

I spread her entrance some more, and then slowly inserted a second finger. This got her to start twerking her backside, sucking my fingers in and then squeezing them out.

"Sooo good... Yes baby, just like that, oh yes..." I was just beginning to realize what a sex expert Anita is. I hated the word "whore", and I could never call her that, but it was obvious she was up for anything related to sex. 

And then, out of the blue, she stopped and gently pulled my fingers out of her. She turned around to face me. "Wait... Come with me." She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to the platform. We climbed on the bed.

"Look. I have this... This fantasy 'bout ya and me, it takes place right 'ere."

I looked her in the eyes, and they were lit up like high beams. I sensed this was going to be something amazing. "OK, I'm all ears. And a cock in one part."

She smiled and patted my manhood with her gentle hand. "Yeah, and just the right part." Then she put her hands around my waist and continued talking. "I had this fantasy a lot of times when I was on this bed, sooo... Wanna' make it real for me?"

"Does it involve kicking me in the balls?" I asked jokingly, but knowing there is actually a chance she'll say yes.

"No, I promise. Unless ya wan' to..." She grabbed them. I shook my head. She gave me a wet kiss. 

"Then I'm all in!"

She reached under the bed and pulled out a box. That wasn't mine. It contained a medium-sized dildo and a tube of lube. I didn't even have to ask what it was doing in my house, but she had the need to elaborate: "Look, deary, ya weren't 'ere, and I coudn' do back 'ome what I luv doin' when I'm alone. And it was empty 'ere, so nice... And it's ya'rs."

"I smelled your scent on the bed that first night I got here."

"Ya better 'ave, I climaxed on this bed at least twen'y times before ya got to the Island. Las' time no more than half an hour before we met at Dad's place."

My mind was blown, and my cock was now so hard I could have probably torn down the house with it. And it was time to enter a filthy mind of this girl. She lay down on the bed and told me to climb onto her in a reverse 69. She lifted her legs and I settled with my cock in front of her face. She was really agile, setting herself so that I could easily approach her pussy and her asshole. She immediately started to fondle my dick and balls. 

"Take the..." She started saying, but I knew what she was thinking about.

"I'm already on it." I took the dildo out of the box and started to lubricate it. I also put a decent amount of lube on her ass, outside and inside. This made her euphoric.

"God, ya're readin' my mind... I guess I'm not that 'ard to figure out, right? Now put it in, I luuuuv that! Also, let's see if ya luv what I had in mind for ya."

As she said that, she pushed me a bit downwards. First I felt her fingers gently rubbing my asshole, and then her tongue sliding across it. I was in seventh heaven. What a feeling. She slid her hand across my manhood and my jewels and held my buttock with the other. I grunted rather hard, which she took as a cue to keep on going. As I came back to my senses, I pressed the dildo against her rear entrance. As I began to push it into her, the waves of pleasure traversed her body and she vibrated, moaning with delight.

"Oh my, oh my... Aaaah!"

I started to push it deeper into her while simultaneously working my tongue on the wettest pussy I've ever had the pleasure to experience. At the same time, she drilled my ass with her tongue more and more. Although a lot of guys would automatically define this as "gay", I haven't even thought of something like that. Basically, it was just fantastic. And she had the urge to say it all out loud, which I found so amusing and sexy.

"Yummmm... I just luv rimmin' ya, ya've such a cute ass..." She spanked me as she said that, then moaned and continued: "Oooh God! Ya're workin' me really good, deary! Put ya'r finger in my pussy now, please."

I tried laughing for a bit, but the pleasures of our mutual actions were stronger, so the laughter quickly transformed into a loud groan. She was now seriously jerking me off with her tongue inside of me while I was dildoing her ass and fingering her pussy. My tongue was quickly vibrating on her love button. We were really loud, glued and slippery of our secretions at the same time, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began fucking her with her dildo without hesitation. She moaned and grunted, jerking me off faster and faster, while not removing her tongue from my ass. Dildo was entering her without any resistance. I felt her perineum stretching as I returned to fingering her cunt, rubbing the thin barrier between my fingers and the veiny, silicone toy. Then I turned my fingers around and found her g-spot, which I started to rub immediately. This made her scream in ecstasy again, so I kept on going. But I couldn't hold on in this position anymore. Just as I began to consider a change of arrangements, she moved her face from my ass and delivered her request.

"Go down, luv! It's time for ya to put some real meat in my butt and fuck me proper!"

I got up and flipped her sideways, positioning myself behind her and lifting her leg. I set my knob at the entrance of her already stretched asshole and pushed it inside. I went in like a finger into a glove, which made her scream in pleasure.

"Oh yes, oooh YEEEES! Fuck me, fuck me, FUUUCK MEEE!" And fucked her I did. I speared into her ecstatically, but it was evident she could take some more. She seemed too much out of it to tell me anything she wanted me to do, so I decided to improvise. I saw the dildo lying next to her. As I fucked her, I found the mental strength to divide my attention, pick the vibrator up, and then to thoroughly clean it and wipe it off. After which I rammed it into her wide open cunt. She jolted up and began to release the incredibly throaty grunts. Her both holed were filled up. Amazingly, she grabbed the dildo with her hands and started to fuck herself with it like a beast, syncing the rhythm with my thrusts.

"This is... Oh yeeeeeah... So good... I'm goin' craaaazyyyyy!!"

She couldn't take it anymore. She began to convulse manically and to jerk violently, while releasing the deafening moans. She was screwing herself at the speed I couldn't possibly follow. She squeezed her sphincter around ma cock so hard that I thought it will explode inside her, but I wasn't going to retreat for even a second. She was somewhere else. I remembered the moments with Lara the day before, but, as amazing as that was, it was camomille compared to what Anita was experiencing right now.

Suddenly she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and I felt the waterfall of liquid streaming down my leg and my thigh. She was screaming, biting the linen, jerking like someone possessed. She had just ejaculated. As quick as she pulled the dildo out of her, she stuck it back inside and continued to fuck herself, really fast and precise. Her asshole was still tightening; she was still cumming. I was just and appendage, a tool of a sexual champion that needed an equally skilled partner. She was born to do this. As her body began to twitch again, and her screams became louder again, she pulled the dildo out and I felt the stream of her cum running down my leg again. She looked like she was barely conscious. I wanted to know what that orgasm felt like, but it was something I could only dream about.

Gradually she slowed down, her jerks stopped, her screaming silenced, and she slowly moved off of my dick. She got up, her balance rather shaky, and kneeled before me. She grabbed my red, swollen glans and started to jerk me off. She extended her other arm between my legs and set her finger at the entrance of my butt hole.

"Oh, my wonderful fuck-boy... I wanna see ya cum, let yar sperm fly..." It didn't take long. Her management of my butt was something completely different from anything I ever tried in that respect, so I simply blew up. With only seconds before I felt the approaching eruption, I clenched my fists. Anita saw me coming, and she set herself up so that it would hit her directly. I came with a beastly roar. Jets of sperm were soaking her hair, her face, her tits. I blacked out. Without a shadow of a doubt, this was one of - if not THE best orgasm in my life. I felt the house shaking, the universe around us falling apart while we were floating in nothingness, in a dimension where everything and anything consisted only of perpetual climaxes. I had no idea how long it lasted. I couldn't feel my arms, my legs, my body. Just spurts of semen flying out of me at the speed of sound. The sheer pleasure.

We collapsed on the bed. More correctly, she just laid down, all sprayed, soaked, sticky, and I just fell down next to her, still in a semi-hard state. We slowly came back to our senses, just breathing loudly. Here and there we'd looked and each other, smiled, and then closed our eyes again.

Yes, the moment with Lara was fantastic, fun, different. But this was... Just unbelievable. If this was going to continue in this fashion (and I had no reason to think otherwise), I wasn't going to be rested at the end. But I was definitely going to go home with a grin all around my head.

"You can..." I started to speak meekly but didn't get a chance to finish the sentence.

"Yeah... An' it's yar fault. If it weren' for ya, I wouldn' practice tha' much when I was little and found out abou' it. But it takes jus' the right style and frequency to do it. Of course, it was so much easier with ya in my ass. Many fantasies on mine 'came truth this evenin', I gotta tell ya." She kissed me. She had a bit of my sperm on her lips, but it didn't bother me at all. She didn't even try to wipe it off. I pulled some bedsheet and started to remove the semen of her eyebrows and her eyes.

"Leave it, deary... I like it like that."

"You're incredible. I only got to know the adult you tonight."

"No, ya didn'. There's much more of me to know. And I believe there's a lot of ya to get to know still." She cuddled my balls, and then my face.

We talked for a long time, laying on the bed. She had a strong desire to speak about herself and her experiences. Even though she adored sex and was practically always in the mood, it wasn't as if she would put out to anyone. I figured she had a lot of partners (not as a bad thing), so I was really surprised how small a real number was. Compared to her expertise, that number was small even when multiplied by three, as they always say should be done with the girl's confessions - although I found it hard that she'd lie and lower the real figures. She's been with women also, only it always had to be in secret - the Island, and even the City were too prude to understand such sexual freedom. I understood it completely - understood it and supported it eagerly, as a man who found two women in action as the epitome of sexual beauty. She had her philosophy. Ever since she was little, she approached every subject seriously and with diligence, so she had that approach to sex as well. She read, researched, explored, experimented - never afraid to try anything out. Which was clearly visible in practice.

I told her about my seven years of life since we last saw each other. About hard times, good times, sexual adventures, good and bad anecdotes. We fell asleep like that, just slumped on the bed, covered in juices and lubricants. And we both slept smiling as wide as an ocean.



The Island - Lara's Day 01



"Damn! It's already noon!" 

 As I checked my watch that was lying on the sink, I started to panic. I quickly got out of the bathroom and began to dress. I know Sasha was expecting me to pick her up in fifteen minutes, and there I was, still half-dressed, my apartment a mess that seemed like it will need ages to tidy up. Fuck it, no one will come in here while I'm gone, guess I'll clean it up when I get back home. At least my suitcase was packed. OK, let's calculate – I need at least ten more minutes to finish up and get in the car, then some fifteen minutes to get to Iva's place... I picked up the phone and started to dial. After less than one ring, a wired and impatient voice answered: "Tell me you're not gonna be late..."

 "Sorry, darling, but no more than fifteen minutes..." I used my most apologetic tone of voice, trying to sound like a puppy that knew it did something bad, but still wanted its master to know it was full of fluffy love.

 Sigh was heard on the other side. "Yeah, OK... Just don't let it be half an hour. I'm all ready and I really need to get out of here." 

 "Go down to the café and have a quick drink, I'll try to get there in ten."

 "Sure." She hung up. Thank God it was the beginning of summer and that it was more than 90 degrees outside, so I just needed to put on a light dress. I picked a turquoise one that ended just above my knees, comfortable for a long ride, pulled it over my head and straightened it out. I took my purse and checked if I had everything: wallet - check, sunglasses – check, car keys – check, apartment keys - check, basic make-up... Oh, and about fifty other things that were in there since the dawn of time. I hope that the next Nobel winner is a person who invents a search app for a purse, because it would inevitably lower the total amount of global tension and stress. 

 I grabbed the handle of the suitcase and headed for the door. I was already in the hallway, closing the door behind me...

 "Shit!" I quickly turned around, went back inside and picked up my camera from the kitchen counter. I could go naked on a trip, but I couldn't do it without my faithful Nikon. Especially now, at this moment in time, when taking pictures was my favorite way of escaping from reality that kicked me in the back a bit too often. Oh, and if we're talking about naked... I went to my bedroom and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out first panties that were available. I quickly put them on. Occasionally I didn't mind going commando, but driving for three hours with Iva in the shotgun didn't feel like the right occasion. OK, time to get going. 

 ***

 I was finally in the car and heading towards Iva's neighborhood, so I started to sum up the whole situation – something I tended to do a lot lately. We both really needed this vacation. I had the worst year, what with the New Year's break-up thing, my dad dying, losing my job due to my boss's project called 'funnel the money out of the firm and into private off-shore accounts' that was cancelled prematurely by the anti-money laundering squad... I couldn't even count the times I just folded up on the floor and cried my heart out. And even worse, I couldn't even begin to count the times I wanted to do it, but I didn't, for whatever reason. I did have some money left from the inheritance, so I was able to afford some leisure time before coming back to the real world and starting a new career. I know there was some serious job-hunting to be done in the future.

 Sasha wasn't doing so bad – well, not until she found out, about two weeks ago, that her dear fiancé was doing his co-worker, a woman that even pretended to be her friend. So yeah, she was also in shambles. Since they lived together in his apartment, she was the one moving out and – of all things – went back to live with her overbearing parents, at least until she found herself a new place to stay.

 Last Saturday, as we were having a second bottle of wine and a third joint at my place, alternately laughing and crying about our personal derailments, an idea was born that we should just take a break. Without delay. Go somewhere quiet, relaxed, where it'll be just the two of us and not a chance in hell that we'll meet someone we know. Still, as Sasha couldn't get more than a week of at this time of year, it had to be close so we don't lose a lot of time traveling. And it had to be warm and familiar enough. Our seaside, definitely. We googled a bit and picked the Island as our destination. Images were gorgeous, the place was almost deserted in the pre-season – reachable only by a scarcely scheduled hour-long ferry ride, and there was that feeling of serenity we got from watching a couple of YouTube videos. Or maybe it was the weed and alcohol talking, who knows. Anyhow, we logged into AirBnB and found ourselves a lovely studio apartment which we booked immediately, from this Friday till next Sunday. Ten days – OK, nine and a half days – of joyful seclusion. 

 I picked up the phone while approaching the street where Sasha was probably drinking some strong liquor currently. She was radiating pure joy while answering.

 "You here?"

 "Yeah."

 "Office Bar. Third on the right. I'm coming out." 

 She threw her suitcase in the car and sat down on the passenger seat. She was – for lack of a more appropriate adjective – nasty-pretty. Naturally red-haired, big-boobed, 5ft9in tall menace. Her face was distinctive in a way that she was recognizable to anyone who saw her once – pale skin, slightly hooked nose and piercing green eyes, currently covered by Ray-bans. And her sharp tongue was something that was unforgettable to anyone who heard her talk. When she was in the wrong mood, she was able to make the other person feel like a victim of genocide. Well, any other person except me. I knew how to handle her, and that's why she probably loved me so much, ever since we first met in 6th grade.

 "You're late."

 "And you're being an anal bitch. We've got time."

 "Enough?"

 "I could drive in reverse and we'd still catch the ferry."

 "Then, my girl, let's put on some music and hit the roaaad! Woohoo! Giddy-ya!"

 I pecked her on the cheek, put the car in gear, pumped up the volume on the radio and stepped on the gas pedal.

 ***

 "Oh. My. God. This is amaaaazing!" Sasha yelled out while throwing herself on a king-size bed in the middle of our apartment. It was really great. The lady who rented it just finished re-decorating it, so everything was brand new, but it still had that indistinguishable Dalmatian touch. Small kitchen, not really built for cooking (as if we had any intention to cook), living space with the aforementioned bed in the middle posing as a sofa, and a pristine new bathroom. Just what we needed. From the moment we drove of the ferry ramp, I felt something special in the air. It felt like any negative energy was doomed to vanish in this place. It seemed like a perfect place to forget about the bad, and focus on healing my battered emotions. 

 On the aspect of needs, we also needed to eat. The lady told us there are three restaurants in the Town. There was also one place in the Village, on the other side of the Island, but we definitely didn't feel like going anywhere further than hundred paces from our accommodation.

 "Shower, then chow?" I asked, rhetorically, then turned around to see Sasha already naked and heading to the bathroom.

 "While you talk, I'm already on it." She hopped towards the bathroom, her big boobs funnily bouncing while her tight bottom wiggled. For some reason, I always found it funny when I saw her naked. I've seen her a million times in Eva's costume, but somehow it was always a 'Heh heh' moment. She was sexy, and had a really great body, but still...

 I also quickly undressed and dug a short, blue dress out of the suitcase to prepare it for putting it on after the shower. When I heard Sasha close the water in the shower, I headed towards the bathroom so that we can switch inside without losing time. As she was exiting and I was entering the tub, she slapped my butt.

 "Oh! You feel like you've been working out!" She said jokingly, grabbing a towel.

 "Just some yoga. It does wonders to the body" – I answered while already releasing the thick stream of lukewarm water on me. "Too bad it didn't work on my mind the way it should have."

 "Whaaat?"

 "I said...." I realized she can't hear me, so I yelled: "Never mind!"

 We chit-chatted a bit while getting ready to go out. I came out of the shower while she was getting dressed in the room. I looked myself in the mirror. For the first time in months, I didn't feel like I was looking at the reflection of someone ten years older than me. It was just an hour or so in this place, and I started to feel rejuvenated. I actually felt pretty again. It might even sound weird or narcissistic, but I loved my face, and never even imagined changing anything about me. I loved my green-blue eyes, my narrow pointy nose, those couple of freckles on my face and my full lips. And I loved my tits. Really lovely pair of smaller but perky 34B boobs with pointy, sensitive nipples. I could go bra-less whenever I wanted since they didn't jiggle around. OK, If I got cold or aroused, or just if they felt like going hard (which was really often), it became public knowledge, so at least I tried to pick something looser to wear over them when I didn't want to show it. However, more often than not, I did want to show it. It made me horny, knowing there are eyes straying from their intended focus onto my chest. But honestly, I couldn't remember when was the last time I did that. So I decided it was going to be today.

 I got dressed in a minute, just pulling up my panties and throwing a dress on me. I looked at Sasha, who put on a shirt with a deep cut in front, making her voluptuous cleavage pour out. She wasn't one to go out without a bra unless she wanted to cause traffic accidents with her 36DD's. We got ready and then headed out toward the bistro that seemed to be the closest to our apartment. Since the Town was basically three-four streets and one square, it meant that the place was about 20 yards away. Of five tables on the terrace, only one was taken, so we just sat down at the next empty table. A young waiter, probably in his late teens and most probably the son of the owner, slowly paced to our table.

 "How'd ya do, ladies?" He asked trying to play a role of the 'cool' one.

 "Hungry. And thirsty. And horny." Said Sasha, making sure that last sentence was muffled so he wasn't sure what he heard. Sometimes she could be really nasty when she wanted.

 "I'm sorry?" The kid was sure he heard what Sasha said, but was even more certain it was not possible that she actually said it.

 "Apology accepted" – replied Sasha while I was snorting. "Do you, by any chance, have some quality meat?" 

 I needed a handkerchief to wipe my eyes from suppressing my laughter.

 "Yes, ma'am. We got sum chicken or veal on a grill. Or maybe beefsteak if ya'r into the hard stuff?" OK, now I couldn't tell if he got it or not.

 "Oh, I'm always up for the hard stuff, but it's so rare to find the excellent hard things these days." Yes, she was going to be a joy tonight. 

"Young man, be so kind and bring me your finest piece of that cow. And please make it so rare that it can walk itself to this table. What's the side dish?"

 "We can make ya sum potatoes. Baked or french fries, that is. Or ya can 'ave rice instead. And the salad, of course – cucumber, paprika, tomato, on'yons..."

 "I'll have the baked potatoes. And cucumber salad. You don't have to slice it." Damn, girl. The kid is probably starting to flip inside.

 "Whadda' ya mean, not to slice it?" He knew what she meant. He just wasn't ready to reply appropriately.

 "Oh, never mind. Give me the mixed salad."

 "OK. And for ya, young ma'am?"

 "Thanks for the compliment. I'll have the grilled chicken. Do you also roast vegetables?"

 "Sure do, ma'am. Some zucchini, paprika, aubergines, 'shrooms..."

 "Yeah, just mix it up. No salad needed."

 "And tha drinks?"

 "First of all, bring us some rakia. You got some carob?"

 "Yep. Two of these?" We nodded.

 "And a bottle of red wine. And some water on the side."

 "Sure thing. Be back in a momn't with ya'r drinks." He turned around and vanished inside.

 "Sasha, you naughty woman. Are you trying to give him a hard-on? He looks like he's still underage."

 "Oh, come on. Just having some fun. I feel soo... Shit, I feel good. Even a bit horny. Haven't felt horny ever since..."

 "Yeah, this place feels great. I feel like we hit the bulls' eye, darling." We high-fived each other.

 The rakia came, so we raised our glasses as soon as the waiter left to bring the wine. Sasha started to talk: "Listen to me now. We have to promise each other something."

 "Sure thing. Well, a sure thing if it's plausible. It's not some weird suicide pact you're thinking about."

 "Noooo! Well, not like that." She leaned closer to me. "This vacation is about us and only us. We don't talk about shit that happened to each of us lately. We don't abandon each other for some bullshit. What we do, we do together. We do this like Thelma & Louise."

 "What, we're going to drive off the cliff the last day here?" I knew what she meant, but I just couldn't resist.

 "Well, if by 'cliff' you mean ferry port, and by 'off' you mean up the ramp onto the ferry – then yeah!"

 "Then, I promise that to you." We clinked our glasses and downed the liquor. It was strong, so we both shook.

 Just as we finished, the waiter brought the wine and the water, and we both grabbed the water pitcher, anxious to wash down the burning of the rakia. As the rush of alcohol hit me, I shook and my nipples immediately stiffened (not from sexual arousal, but because screw me, that's why), which became clearly visible through the fabric of my dress. The waiter opened the wine and began to pour it in my glass so I could taste it, and suddenly his hands shook, making him spill some around the glass. I looked at Sasha, who looked at my tits and spread her eyes.

 "Sorry ma'am. I'll wipe the glass off."

 I realized immediately what made the kid flinch, so I instinctively moved my elbows in front of my chest. As soon as he cleaned up and left back to the kitchen, I looked down. They settled down a bit but were still outlining on the fabric. Sasha burst out laughing.

 "Darling, you didn't tell me you're horny too."

 "Shut up! And I'm not. It just happened. You know that they love to do that to me when it's least expected."

 "Well, it made me happy. And I can imagine how happy that boy was. God knows what he'll be doing now while our food is prepared."

 "Oh, gross."

 "Why? He's around 17-18. Remember the boys in our class at that age. They could cum just by thinking that something is sexy, let alone if they saw it."

 "No. The mental picture of him jerking off and then handling our plates and cutlery, that's gross."

 "Not if he washes his... Actually, yeah. Gross. Sorry."

 My nipples subsided, our conversation steered in a different direction, and the kid had not been so curious once he saw that there were no little bulges on my front side anymore. The food was splendid, even Sasha's steak was done almost as rare as she likes it to be. After stuffing ourselves with food and wine, the sleepiness conquered us, so we paid and went back to our place. After quick clean-up, we were both in bed. Few minutes of chit-chat ensued, but I was done for and started to drift away.

 As I was almost asleep, I felt the bed slightly shaking. I opened my eyes and my hearing turned back on. I was facing the outside of the bed so I couldn't see what was happening, but I distinctly heard heavy breathing coming from Sasha's side of the bed. Also, there was a faint rubbing and scratching sound. So, my bestest friend decided to relieve herself before falling asleep. In truth, she did admit that she felt horny again, so I guessed she didn't want to miss the opportunity. She was decent, and she waited for me to go into deep sleep, but it seemed she was a bit too anxious.

 It wasn't as if I felt weird about it. When we were in high school, we used to kiss while being drunk, or even to masturbate together on some occasions, looking at each other in the process, feeling each other's bodies, exploring our differences. We had never fully crossed the line, even though Sasha did ask me a few times if I would touch her pussy. I was curious, but also too shy and brought up in a wrong way to go for it, so I only did that once (and let her touch mine), without any rubbing or anything like that. I also had that crazy notion that I wanted to lose my virginity with a boy, and not with my best girlfriend. However, I must admit, watching her play with herself did arouse me. She definitely got excited while watching me.

 So now, even though I could not see her, I knew the scene by heart, even though more than 10 years had passed since our last exploratory encounter. Her breaths became shorter and faster, she began to move her butt slightly up and down. If I could remember exactly, this was the moment when she'd usually jerk off her rather prominent clitoris with one hand and stick a finger of the other hand inside of her. It usually took her less than a minute to cum from that point on. I actually felt a bit aroused now, feeling her muffled movement and listening to sounds of her too loud for the silence we were in right now. I even started to think about doing something, either to let her know I heard her or to try and feel the state of my pussy now, when suddenly her breaths became erratic and I felt the jolting of the bed. She was cumming, which meant that her ass lifted from the bed, her back arched and her boobs vibrated. She was actually fighting with herself not to moan loudly because I could clearly hear her going 'Mmhmmhmmm.' Yep, I still knew it by heart. Weird thing, to have something like that stored in your memory forever, and in such detail, while at the same time it was not the thing I craved for, nor something that was in any way a bad memory.

 I also remembered that she was one of those girls that could just go on with pleasuring after the orgasm, as if nothing happened, and quickly get to the second one, and third... well, until she got tired. I wasn't so lucky myself, but what can you do. Although I didn't mind her enjoying herself one bit, I was exhausted, so I was hoping that she'd also turn off now. 

 She did. After twenty seconds or so of climaxing, she relaxed. I heard her hand pulling out of her panties, her breath going quieter and softer, and finally her turning on her side to go to sleep. It took me less than a minute before I was in deep sleep.

 ***

 A ray of light hit me directly in the face, making me open my eyes and immediately covering them with my hand. We were stupid women, forgetting to close the blinds before going to sleep, and now my side of the bed was bathed in the sun through the window that faced directly to the east, without anything to create a shade in front of it. I turned around and saw Sasha still deeply asleep. It early in the morning, but it was hot, even hotter than usual for this time of year. The forecast said that the temperatures will constantly be in the high nineties, going above 100 in some places. I quickly checked my phone to see what's the time, and I saw it was 7 AM. Damn, I didn't wake up so early in ages. Still, since we went to sleep early yesterday, I felt I got enough sleep, so I decided it was time to get up and seize the day. I gently shook Sasha. She didn't even bother to turn around.

 "Noooo...."

 "Come on darling, let's go! I'm up."

 "I wanna sleep some more. Please..."

 "Well, it's enough for me. I don't want to waste the morning."




The Island - Lara's Day 01



"You just go ahead. I'll sleep in some more. I really need it..."

 "You sure? What about that 'we do everything together' promise?"

 "We will. Just not now. I won't hold it against you if you go..."

 "OK, lazy-ass. I'll go get some breakfast and toss myself into the sea. Call me when you get up."

 "Ahah... Just close the blinds."

 I thought for a second if I should tell her that I heard her last night, but realized it wouldn't do much good. So I closed the blinds, went quickly to do the toilet duties and shower, put a bikini and a sarong on, took with me my beach bag containing the towel, the camera, some sun lotion and a book, and left the apartment.

 I bought a bagel in the only bakery and had a quick coffee in the small café. There was the main beach just a couple hundred yards from the Town's small harbor, but I wanted to go somewhere more secluded, to be alone and away from the prying eyes. So I asked the friendly waitress, who appeared to be the native, where she would recommend me to go. She directed me to go a bit south from the Town – not more than 6-7 minutes by foot. She said that was one fork in the path, from where a route to the right lead towards the sandy cove and a route ahead led me by the small cottage and onto the rocky part of the beach at the entrance to the bay. The rocky part sounded great, so I thanked her and headed there.

 As I passed the fork and continued almost straight ahead, I reached a beautiful cottage, located in the shades created by the tall pines growing all around it. It was beautiful, a combination of an old stone house with some modern touches. A designer in me was thrilled to see such a lovely piece of architecture in such a pristine location. 

 As much as I could see, the place was occupied. Doors and windows were open with only mosquito screens on them. And there was a car parked nearby. Lucky someone, to have such a perfect getaway place. I even considered to go and check the place out, but I didn't know who or what I could expect. Even though the Island had such a positive vibe, one could never know. And I had that stupid restraint in me, thinking how I might feel embarrassed if someone didn't find my curiosity appealing. So I decided I'll ask around in the Town who owns the place and if it would be OK if I come and ask around about it.

 I continued toward the beach, and I reached the place in less than two minutes walk from the cottage. It was perfect. But, it wasn't completely empty. I saw someone's towel lying in the best spot. And on the towel, there were male swimming trunks, a book, and a music player. So, there was a naked man somewhere around, I deducted like a top-notch detective. I quickly scanned the sea, and there he was indeed, floating in the middle of the cove, about 100-150 yards away. Almost entirely submerged. Almost except... 

 "Oh, my..." There, protruding from the calm surface of the sea was his erection. I immediately pulled out my camera from the bag – damn, I was curious to see... Well, to examine what we have there. He didn't seem to be aware of anything or anyone around him. I opened the shutter and zoomed in. "Well, well..." It was around 7 inches long and had some girth on it – not a monster, but definitely not a bad specimen. It was also uncircumcised and straight as an arrow. And it had some fine veins on it. All in all, a really exemplary piece of manhood. Hmmm... I must admit I hadn't seen a live penis for ages, especially not a hard one. Well, it won't hurt to stay here for the morning, at least for the view. OK, I just hoped that its owner is at least as handsome at its equipment.

 Suddenly, as it always was with me when I became courageous, the shy and scared part of me begun to mess with my mind. 'What if he lifts up his head and sees me? What if he gets rude? Worse, what if he's some horny pervert? What if...' That crazy thought train, delivering all my insecurities at one moment, always tended to derail me when I was ready to become the shameless one. So now, instead of simply sitting down on my towel and waiting for Mr. Stiffie to come out of the sea, I started to devise an extremely complicated plan that was supposed to 'minimize the potential negative feelings in both of us.' Sometimes I really was trying to be my own psychotherapist and a really lousy one at that.

 OK, the following plan was concocted: I decided to act all cool and... And get undressed in topless – yeah, I left my panties on, otherwise he might had started to get the wrong idea. And I decided to go for a casual swim across the cove, passing by him (but not so close that I might have actually bumped into him). Of course, I wasn't going to stop or in any other way show that I noticed him. Because there was nothing to notice, nothing to see... Yes, a perfect plan. A bit schizophrenic and absolutely implausible when taken apart, but perfect in my mind at that moment.

 I found a place for my towel – actually, a great rock, shaped somewhat like a recliner. I put the camera back in the bag, took my sarong and my bikini top off, and stepped up to the edge of the rock that looked like a perfect place to jump into the sea. I did a final check on my target – yep, there he was, still dozing and still at full mast. Probably daydreaming about someone he shagged recently. I jumped in and started swimming in the designated direction. It took me some time to get near him and go past him. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he stirred and started to move. Well, now he knew he was seen. I kept on going – it would look stupid if I turned around now. I was just a casual swimmer traversing the cove. As I approached the end of my track, I turned around and saw him getting out of the sea. So I started going back, this time in a backstroke. My nipples got stiff (of course they did, they always do) so I looked like I had two little horns.

 I ended my run, practically panting (guess yoga does not give you aerobic fitness for swimming). After gaining my breath back, I slowly climbed up the rock and saw... That he was hard again! Really? What was it with this guy? He had an earphone in one of his ears, his sunglasses on and a book in front of his face so I couldn't detect his facial features. But he had a really nice body, some 5ft10-11in in height. Not the 'photoshop model type', but muscular enough, with traces of some belly fat. His member, as well as his balls, were cleanly shaven, with just a patch of trimmed hair on his pubic bone. And it was, all in all, a pretty sight. I know women react in all sorts of ways when they see dicks of unknown men, but I really liked this one and wasn't considering doing the 'Ewww' act or something stupid like that. So now it was the time for me to decide – what next? My plan was devised up to this point. I never considered I would come face to face with the guy while he was so beautifully erect. 

 As I was discussing with myself what to do next, my subconsciousness took over, and I walked directly to him, to my own surprise. He noticed it, took out his earphone, raised his sunglasses and lowered the book. And... My my, that was a handsome face if I ever saw one. Thick, full set of brown hair, green eyes, manly nose, great cheek bones and a 5-day shadow beard. He seemed to be somewhere around my age. This was such a pleasant surprise that, out of the blue, I heard myself talking: "Hey Woody, do you always sunbathe like this, or was it just my timing?"

 He seemed utterly confused with the nickname I gave him and just asked: „What?" Still, his eyes were scanning me thoroughly, stopping at my nipples every now and then.

 It seemed he was actually completely unaware of the fact that he had a raging hard-on. So I politely showed him by averting my gaze towards his 'Woody'. He put a book on it like it was something I expected.

 "Oh... Ahmmm... I'm sorry... I'm usually all alone here, so I'm not giving a thought about someone seeing me..."

 "No need to apologize, it's perfectly normal... I guess..." I started saying, suddenly realizing that I don't have the faintest idea why I said that.

 "I was just daydreaming... Didn't even notice it... It happens a lot..." His face contorted in a grin of a teenage boy who was utterly proud of his pet. Boys. Still, he made me smile, for some reason I couldn't fully explain. I felt my heart speed up some 4-5 beats per minute. He apparently noticed that subtle change on me and it encouraged him to continue talking.

 "Errrm... I come here quite often, and there is usually no one around. I never saw you on the Island before. How come you're here?"

 "I just got to the Island yesterday, I'm here with my friend. I couldn't sleep because of the heat, so I went searching for a nice spot to swim. I hope that I'm not intruding, it's just that this place seemed perfect. When I put down my towel, you were all the way across the cove... I didn't, ahem, notice you... Until you floated a bit closer..." OK, I lied. Sue me. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that I zoomed in on him with my Nikon. "And then I jumped into the sea... I thought you'd be uncomfortable if you saw me up on the rocks while it was... Up." That summed up my whole plan just perfectly. But he wasn't perturbed at all by it.

 "Oh. It's OK. I don't get embarrassed really, it's always more embarrassing for other people. Guess I'm a bit too relaxed on this matter. I usually come here 'cause it's peace and quiet, there's no one around, I can enjoy myself..."

 So, you came here to 'enjoy yourself'. Maybe I should have given him some more time so he would start to 'enjoy'. I pulled a grin just imagining the scene. Yes, I do love to see a man play with himself, and this particular one might be especially interesting to watch. I felt a disturbance between my legs, and it suddenly shifted me from easy-going mode to panic mode – which made me babble again: "Oh... That's what you call it... mhmm... Then I'll just leave you to enjoy... Yourself... Don't mind me!" As I said the last part of that bullshit, I turned around and started to walk towards my towel.

 "OK, thanks. Hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you... Twice!"

 No. It was not. He went for it, that was one smooth flirting line. I could hear it in his voice. So now, it was 'fight or flight' in my head. I was on vacation, I haven't had anything resembling sex in months, and there was a really good-looking naked guy with a first-class instrument attached to his groin, being all smooth with me. I wasn't going to miss an opportunity – if this was, indeed, an opportunity. I turned my head slowly back to him: "Not at all... Both times."

 I imagined I heard him fist-bump himself. He didn't, but still... So I continued walking to my spot, swaying my butt a bit more than usual. He stared, I felt it. And it did feel good.

 I laid down on my towel and pulled the sunglasses out of my bag. I stretched thoroughly, partly because it just felt good, and partly to give him something to look at. I tried as much as I could not to look at him regularly, but I just couldn't resist checking him out. He turned me on, it was a definite. And it's been some time since I looked at a guy with such curiosity and desire. Suddenly he looked back at me, so my conscious self quickly averted the gaze towards some distant point, like he caught me doing something really wrong. Then he got back to his book, although he didn't seem to be concentrated on it.

 I decided to change the subject in my mind, just to avoid being too voyeurish. Sasha came to my mind. She was probably still asleep, so there wasn't much to think about. And the harder I tried to focus on something else, the more that piece of man meat became the center of my attention. I imagined what it might felt under the fingers. How it might smell and taste... I was staring at it now, licking my lips slowly. I was aroused, feeling the heat of my pussy beginning to warm up my panties. Oh God, this was... Just what I needed, after everything. A stranger, confident in his sexuality and yet unintrusive, making me wet without even trying. I was staring at him, at his bulging member, not even realizing he was looking back at me. My nipples were hard, this time not from the water, but from the heat coming from within me.

 He moved his hand down and started to scratch his groin. In doing so, his foreskin rolled down, revealing a perfectly shaped glans. Red, smooth and shining from his own juices. It was just perfect. I became all uneasy and started to shift my body, as my hand slid down my belly and the tips of my fingers went just under the edge of my panties. I had an enormous desire to touch myself, but there was still that nagging, desperate part of me that continuously stopped me from becoming shameless and free. I saw him gaze at me with utmost interest, waiting to see how far I'd go. I had to stop. I had to stop now because... Well, just because I was fucked up. Because I was a 'good girl', when all considered. Or at least, when everything others expected of me, that projected itself into my character, was taken into account.

 I had to get up. I had to go and cool myself down. Both from the heat outside and the heat inside me. So I quickly gathered myself, stood up, walked towards the edge of the rock and jumped in the sea. Still, as I passed by him, I couldn't resist smiling at him.

 This time, I didn't go for a swim. I just made a few strokes in a wide circle, dived under a couple of times and then relaxed floating on the oily surface. I felt like something was bothering me, like there was something that didn't belong there anymore. It took me a few moments when I suddenly realized that, between two of us, there was one piece of clothing still on. One piece too much. In a swift move, I removed my panties and suddenly felt the ultimate coolness of the sea directly flowing across my bare crotch and ass. It felt fantastic. Even more, I felt the need to give this man a least something in return for the view he offered since I came here. 

 Like I was saying before, I wouldn't change anything about me. And one of my parts that I was most proud of was my vagina. It looked great. I had an 'innie pussy' (one of my exes told me that's what it's called), completely closed like a shellfish when in a normal state. The outer labia completely hid the inside parts and the clitoris from the view – that is, until I got aroused or until I spread it on purpose. I kept in tidy and waxed, except for the narrow strip of trimmed hair directly above it. All my previous sexual partners felt the need to express their admiration when they first saw it. Now, I was only hoping that this guy wasn't, by any chance, preferring a different type and trimming style. 

 I tied my panties around my wrist, got out of the sea and checked his situation. He seemed to have dozed off. Even his penis wasn't fully hard anymore. And I just knew I needed to recover his full attention, for my own pleasure. As I thought about him getting hard again, I felt myself seeping moisture down below, and it just gave me an additional incentive. So I strode towards him, coming so close that I practically stood directly above him. He had his eyes closed, both earphones on. As he felt the drops of water falling on him, he opened his eyes and saw me, which made him grin. He looked down and noticed I was naked, stopping the gaze to appreciate my pussy, then pulling his eyes slowly back up to my eye-level. Of course, I had the irrepressible need to speak first.

 "Hey. This is really the most comfortable way. And I was thinking, it's not fair that only I get the full view... I have to return the favor." Well, I might have just as well said 'Fuck me', but let's be honest, I wasn't that girl.

 "I don't intend to protest. The view is beautiful from all angles."

 Aaand... I did it. He was back to his old erect self. His foreskin was retracted from the head of his penis, so it was out in all of its beauty. "Thanks. And I can see that he" – I pointed at his swollen member – "shares your opinion."

 "Oh well, I assume you're already used to it."

 "Mhmm... I like it, it's nice. No objections there." There, I said it. Out loud. Jesus.

 "Thank you, from him and from me." As he said it, little 'he' twitched, as if acknowledging my compliment.

 As much as I was really turned on, I still felt the completely opposing urge to slow down or even shut down this performance. "I'm gonna dry off on my towel."

 "Of course."

 So I headed back to my towel. Although I wasn't even remotely sure about wanting to go there. It felt like the thing that a 'good girl' would do. Well, to be honest, a 'good girl' would leave this place as soon as she had seen the man with an erection in the sea, but my ambiguous mind seemed to be stretching and bending a lot of definitions of standard reactions in the last hour or so. Of course, I turned around to check his reaction, and he seemed to be fixated on my naked butt. Who could blame him?

 I hated myself for being so indecisive. At the same time, I felt the need to show off and was being self-conscious. So I instinctively bent my knees when I was in any position that could reveal more of my sex. As I settled myself on the towel again, my stare turned back at him. At least now I didn't feel wrong for openly checking him out, since he did the same. What made me even more aroused was his casual approach – he was erect and turned on, but didn't try to impose that fact on me the way that 99% of the men would do. His dick was twitching in arousal, and I was immensely enjoying the view. As I looked back at his face, he grinned, almost sheepishly, in a 'What can I do? It's got a mind of its own...' way, but then immediately switched to a smile that made my groin temperature raise. I couldn't resist smiling back and looking at him in approval. Oh God, this was so hot. Without even realizing what I'm doing, I closed my eyes and slowly fondled my breasts. And then, of course, as soon as the shy me became aware of it, stopped. I wasn't sure he'd go along with my split-personality behavior much longer; he just might decide that this was going nowhere and leave...

 As I was over-analyzing the situation, it seemed that, as the old saying goes, my arousal managed to feed the shameless me more that the shy me. Taking another glance at his glorious hard-on, I released my mental brakes: "Can I ask you something? I mean, you don't have to answer if you feel bad about it."

 "Shoot..."

 "That thing down there... Is it because of me?"

 "Honestly... Now it is... And I don't feel bad, not at all." 

 That sounded a bit comforting. Which made my pussy leak more juice. I was definitely wet now and aroused so much that I couldn't even imagine suppressing it without some relief. My body relaxed, shameless me winning the match against the other me in almost all aspects.

 "Soooo, this is how you welcome every girl that comes for a swim?"

 "Actually, no... Honestly, there is rarely anyone here at this time of year, that's why I come. And even if someone else is here, he" – I pointed to my dick – "is really polite... I guess he relaxed when he noticed you don't mind. Besides, what I'm looking at now is a pretty good reason for him to stay stiff."

 Smooth.

 "Thanks for the compliment. I must admit I wasn't expecting this when coming here, but I truly like it... Wow, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud!" Dammit! It seemed that the shy me decided to go gung-ho in the last minutes of the match, trying to overturn the score. I instinctively covered my pussy with my hand. My completely soaked pussy, as I immediately noticed.

 "Look, if that's a problem, I can get dressed." 

 I screamed inside my head: 'No! No, no, no! Don't you even think about doing that! Don't you dare cover that beautiful dick now!'. But what I actually said was: "Ahem... No... The view is... Really pleasant... It's pretty... Jesus..."




The Island - Lara's Day 01



"I'm glad you like it. You don't have to be embarrassed. If it's any consolation to you, this isn't an everyday event for me either. On the contrary, I really hope that no one else shows up soon because I'm feeling more and more comfortable in this situation. Especially having something so beautiful and enticing in front of me. Please, just relax."

 That guy knew how to talk. Whatever tactics did my shyness choose to prevail, they were crumbling in the face of this good-looking, polite and calm man. Oh, and did I mention how I really, really wanted to do him, right there and right now? He was looking at me intensely – as if he expected my decision on further action. So I gathered all my courage and spoke thusly: "Actually, you're right. I have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, you got a hard-on because of me." 

 Saying that made me feel so good. I felt like the sexual beast in me woke up and scored the decisive point for the 'Team Pleasure.' OK, now it was time to cut the bullshit. The way things were going, I didn't expect him to come to me. Not because he seemed shy and introvert, but because I could see he was reading through me and knew that I was fighting myself, and that his first move might make me push the brakes and ruin the moment. Which meant only one thing...

 "I really don't ever do this" – I started – "but can I sit next to you?"

 „Of course." That was it. The point of no return.

 I got up and slowly walked to him while he moved a bit to free some room for me on his towel. I sat down parallel to his crotch, lightly brushing his thigh with mine.

 "You're very warm" – I noticed as I sat down.

 "At least two reasons for that. One is the Sun."

 My hands moved over his trimmed chest and down his side, around his dick-on-a-spring. And I wanted to touch that shaft so hard...

 "I can see it is really up and aroused" – I stated the obvious

 "Yes, it is. Same on your side. I can see your nipples are in the same state."

 "Mhmm... And not just the nipples." I spread my legs, giving him a full view of my wet, glistening womanhood. I gently moved my finger through my slit, pulling a string of my sexual syrup with it. Then I touched his chest with it. He shivered.

 "If you were a man, you would have such a raging hard-on now."

 "Sure as hell would. Just like this one." As I said that, my wet finger decided to go down. I slowly traced it over his manhood from its base to the tip. I was actually doing this, and I felt brilliant. Any trace of my shyness was kicked out and sent packing. He put his hand on my thigh and started to slowly caress it, moving inwards. His touch was amazing, intense and subtle at the same time. It made me close my eyes and sigh in utmost relief. I wanted to – no, I had to kiss him, right now.

 "I can't believe this is happening..." I whispered that, more to myself than to him, and then leaned forward to kiss him. As our lips joined and our tongues entwined, I felt an explosion. All the pent up energy begun to release, all thoughts evaporated and the only thing I wanted now was him to touch me, to pleasure me, to fuck me. In just moments, we were all over each other, his hands on my back and in my hair, my hands sliding down his torso and firmly grabbing his veiny, hard dick, which seemed to grow even more as I enveloped it with my fingers. This made him exhale significantly and mutter in between the kisses: "I'm a bit surprised myself..."

 He touched me everywhere, sliding his manly hands over my shoulders and arms, then back across my belly and finally onto my tits. As he touched my sensitive nipples, I felt another set of shivers raced down my spine. I instinctively moved my free hand to my pussy and started to rub it gently. I spread the outer lips and gently pushed a finger inside me while massaging my swollen clit with my palm. It felt so fucking amazing. My eyes shut, my mouth opened, the sentient part of my mind retracting to allow my basic instincts to take reins. I was ready to burst, but I wanted him to get me there.

 "Play with me, I want your hands on me" – I whispered into his ear, speeding up the tempo of pumping his shaft.

 He obeyed, moving his hand over my thigh and using it to slowly replace mine on my pulsating vag. I was still rubbing my clit as he gently brushed the outer edges of the wet slit, slowly removing the lips and inserting his finger into me. I moaned and bit my lip as he immediately found the sensitive spongy crease inside me and started to massage it. That made me grip his manhood even harder, feeling every vein compressing under my hand. We both upped the tempo, as well as our grunts and moans.

 "Get over here, sit on my face" – he told me, and I did so without even thinking. I lifted my leg and went over him, setting up my pussy as close to his hot breath as possible, immediately feeling his tongue protruding me as he grabbed my butt and pulled it directly into his face. There, just in front me, was that final object of my desire, that gorgeous straight shaft with a big purple helmet on top. I licked it voraciously over its entire length, continuing across his smooth ballsack, and then returned back to the tip, putting it greedily into my mouth. It tasted just as I imagined, sweet and salty, already lubricated with pre-cum.

 His tongue was exploring my entire sex, from the edge of my butthole down to my swollen, bulging clitoris. He began circling around it, gently lapping it, changing his movement and tempo in such manner that each second was a new moment. I was out of my mind already when he decided to put his fingers into my swollen gash. That sent me out of this universe. I was not in control of myself anymore, not one bit. Some other me, not even the one that managed to get me to this point, but the one that was probably hidden for so long I couldn't even remember it existed, drove me like I was a racing car in the hands of a fearless pilot.

 I gulped on his dick, trying to swallow as much of it as possible, feeling the smooth head hitting the back wall of my throat, as I lustfully squeezed and massaged his balls. He noticed my lust and lifted his ass of the floor, pushing himself an inch more into my gaping mouth. Gone was even the thought of a 'good girl'. I was bad, I was primal, and I fucking loved it. I impaled myself onto his knowing fingers and tongue that were taking me to orgasm quicker than anyone ever before, when I suddenly felt one of his fingers moving up to my asshole. No one ever did that to me, and I didn't know how to react. The first touch felt great, but somehow I wanted to tell him... 

 "Don't... I've never..." But that voice got lost in waves of pleasure overpowering me, which just made me moan out: "Ahmmmm.... Yeah!" 

 There he was. The first person ever (including myself) to have inserted a finger in my butt for my pleasure. And yes, it was pleasurable. Oh yes, I definitely liked it. Loved it. I enjoyed it. It was magnificent. Why on Earth wasn't I trying this before? The feeling of both of my holes being played with sent me to some new dimension of pleasure, yet unknown to me. I pushed myself back, ramming onto his fingers and face to enhance that simultaneous drilling. I was moaning, my mouth full of his meat, saliva and his juices drooling down his shaft. He was also grunting more heavily. At one moment, it all became just tunnel vision. I felt it coming, an unstoppable train of climax approaching me from all directions at once. 

 Before I even managed to embrace the delivery, the orgasm started. And it was a bomb. My whole body began to shiver, my pussy clenched with two of his fingers deep inside me, my lips sealing around his knob as my free hand was furiously jerking him. If I hadn't had my mouth full, my screams would probably scare the birds from the surrounding trees. I knew nothing, but I was feeling everything. Each and every moment of sadness, melancholy, tiredness... All of it exploded on me in a flash, being replaced by bliss and pleasure. And just moments after my climax, he clenched his buttocks, jolted upwards and, accompanied by a loud groan, started to cum in my mouth. Oh, that sweet, sour and salty juice, spraying the insides of my mouth and throat. It tasted great. I always loved the taste of semen, as long as it wasn't ruined by bad habits. And this one wasn't. His sperm was, at that moment, a nectar of Gods for me. I greedily sucked it off of him, swallowing spurt after spurt that was released in my mouth, and licking off anything that tried to escape. I have no idea how long it all lasted. Technically, it was seconds, a minute maybe. But for me, it was an eternity. Short burst that outbursted all bursts ever. 

 As the climaxes started subsiding, I slowly returned to the normal universe, one with rocks, sea, trees and birds around us. One where he was gently kissing my sensitive vagina and I did the same to the tip of his softening prick. I slowly climbed off of him, turning around and kissing him on the lips. He tasted of my pussy, and in combination with the aftertaste of him cum, it felt great. It was a taste of fuck. I laid down next to him, smiling and slowly brushing his thick hair, as I attempted to reset my center for speech in the brain.

 "This is definitely not what I had in mind when I was going to the beach this morning." Said I, Captain Obvious. He looked at me as if he tried to mimic the sarcastic reply in style 'No shit? You don't expect to fuck every time you go to the beach?' Instead, he spoke mildly.

 "I'm glad... Unexpected things always end up being the best. Let's jump into the sea!"

 "Oh definitely, the sun started to bake!" I jumped up like I had the springboard underneath me and pulled him up. I looked at his face, neck and chest, all shining from the residue of my juices, and smiled again – or maybe I didn't even stop smiling at all since I climaxed. Then we walked together to the edge of the rock and jumped into the cool, refreshing sea.

 ***

 Our fun in the sun continued in the sea. It was a joy to have someone with you to grab, snatch and pull in the water, completely unafraid to catch him wherever you prefer. I got to know his body a bit more, as he did mine. After some time, we got out and found a resting spot on one rock that was half submerged, so that our feet were still cooling down in the shallow sea. He looked great when wet, and I had the irrepressible need to touch him, kiss him, play with him. He did the same, and I enjoyed his touches. I looked down to his member, which shriveled substantially, now looking like a little trunk resting on a small sack. He had a lot of foreskin – more than the majority of men I've seen flaccid, and it looked awfully cute. Like some candy wrapper ready to be opened. I took it in my hand and gently rubbed it with my fingers, to which it twitched a little.

 "Wow, this is the first time I see it really soft. What, that's it for today?"

 "Heh heh... Definitely not, but you did wring it out. It just took a short break."

 "It's cute while lying down like this, like a trunk of a small elephant hiding in your belly. Ahem... I've got an idea!" It was the perfect moment for me to do what I always wanted to do – to make a real nude photo shoot with a man. I loved the nude acts, ever since my art school days – but I never had a chance to do it one-on-one. So I went to my bag and pulled out the camera – equipping it with close-up lenses. I approached him and he seemed a bit surprised, as if this was definitely not something he expected. Still, he went along as I stepped over him and started snapping pictures. First of his face, then hands, then the whole torso, and then I went down to his penis. Which immediately began to grow.

 "No no no! Leave it down, I need it to be flaccid!"

 "Easier said than done. I'd have to think of something really repulsive, which is the excruciatingly hard thing to do while I'm being photographed by a beautiful woman."

 "Imagine me being a naked old hag, my tits hanging down to my belly button level and my stomach fat is folded around my hips. Oh, and I have varicose veins, everywhere."

 It seemed to work because his dick really shriveled for a moment. I guided him, manipulated his posing, doing it as if I've done it every day, and not the first time ever. Still, he seemed to think of me as an expert, so he obeyed. I took some close-ups, many from as little as an inch from his skin, trying to capture a tiny part of his body, still wet and gleaming in the Sun. I started to order him around.

 "Go up and climb on that big rock over there." 

 "Ma'am Yes Ma'am!" He saluted, and did as I told him.

 Now he turned his backside to me, and it was the first time I saw it in full view. It was delicious. Meaty, and yet perfectly shaped man's butt. I snapped picture after picture of it, promising myself I'd feel it out as soon as possible.

 "I just realized that your back side is... Ahem... Very tempting. There's some quality material here."

 "Appreciate the compliment." He looked genuinely proud, as if he knew very well that his butt was his asset. 

 I continued to set him up as I saw fit: "Turn around slowly...Your side towards me... Now look at me." I took photos of him from all perspectives while he looked directly at me. As I squatted, his member quickly begun to rise. I glanced down, noticing my still a bit swollen pussy has opened up a bit, exposing the pink interior. Then I looked back at him with delight: "Woohoo, I see it's awake again!"

 He also noticed it and began to act accordingly. Now I let him pose as he wanted, so he posed as a Greek statue, there were some superheroes, some truly ghastly poses that only men find amusing, and, of course, some that were really sexy. His organ was again at full mast, with the tip of the head peeking out of its protective cover. That got me in the mood also, and my nipples got hard again, which he noticed immediately.

 "You don't seem immune either."

 "What can I say? I love doing nudes, and I definitely looove a hard male organ. An irresistible combination."

 He smiled a smile of a thousand kings. "You're free to say 'cock.' It's sexy when I hear a woman calling it like that in this type of situation, it doesn't even count as a swear word."

 I nodded. Indeed, he told the truth. For some reason, I've never called the penis 'cock,' not even in my head, and not even in the middle of a great sex. I didn't mind 'pussy' or 'fuck' or any similar word, but somehow, the 'cock' or 'cunt' was blocked in my brain. The farthest I went was 'dick', and that was only when I was horny. It was actually pretty strange. Probably the 'good girl' syndrome. 

 "I'll think about it. Now grab it in your hand... Play with it, slowly. I wouldn't want this session to end prematurely."

 "I'll try not to cum before the young madam gives me permission." He started to laugh at his own joke, and it was a genuine laugh. So I took the opportunity to catch him in a few photos while he was laughing. He had a nice laugh. And a nice 'cock'. God, I was getting distracted, I was wet again, and I was still using quotation marks while even thinking about 'cock.' I continued to move him around, to move myself around, to change the focus and the zoom on the camera...

 "Lay down on the rock, on your back."

 He did that, putting one hand under his head while he slowly tugged on his dick with the other one. I stepped just above him and took photos from a bird's eye perspective. I was horny again, and wet as a whistle. So I decided to tease him a bit. As I took photos, I started to lower myself, directly over his head, until I was almost touching his face with my wet pussy lips. I felt his tongue trying to reach me, so I quickly raised myself a bit and covered my crotch with my hand.

 "Oh no, we aren't done yet!" I told him off.

 "Who said we are. I can just see that your puss is on full alert."

 I knew that. So I decided to give him a taste of it. I slowly slid my finger down the slit, and then pushed it inside me. I pulled it out, full of my juices, and quickly inserted it into his mouth. He sucked it dry, slowly and deliberately, as his dick twitched and sprung up.

 "You like it, huh. You like the taste of my fanny, admit it!" 

 "Oh yeah. It's so fresh, I can feel how pleasantly surprised she is with this morning."

I stood up quickly. I didn't want to charge at him too soon.

 "And I'm getting so horny from photographing you aroused. And I'm getting even hornier from feeling so free, I can't even recognize myself!"

 "It's not any everyday occurrence for me either. And that means that it's time for the next step..."

 He stood up also, then kissed me and slowly took the camera off my hands: "It's your turn to model. Let's see if that talent works on both sides of the lens."

 I grinned happily. I loved to do nudes, but being a nude model was actually one of my most coveted fantasies. And now it's gonna realize here, on the isolated patch of a rocky beach, on a beautiful Island, with a man whose name I didn't know, but I knew what his dick looked like and what sounds he made when he came. "Whose talent, yours or mine?"

 "Whichever side you want it to be."

 He looked at the camera, trying to appear as someone knowing how it works while probably figuring out where is the 'ON' button. He was funny, trying to impress me like that. Men. Still, he got it pretty quickly, before I even started to cool off. He started snapping, taking some innocent-looking pictures. I covered my tits and my vag, playing a Lolita role and covering my face with my hair. I tried to look dangerous and nasty.

 "Hey hey! Don't be afraid. It's your camera, you're free to smile."

 "You're right..." But I wasn't in the smiling mood. I was feeling sexy and horny, so I took up that role. I stared directly into the lens with 'I want to fuck you' stare. That made his dick raise up even more. Oh, this was going to be fun. I removed my hand from the tits and started to suck on my finger, moving my eyes from the lens to his engorged member. Snap, snap, snap... He was taking photos like crazy, apparently loving it. So I started to turn around. First on the side, then on my belly. And then I stuck my butt up, giving him the full view of my pucker and my snatch. Whatever this did to him as the photographer, it did to me in tenfold amount. I was so horny that I was barely withholding myself from jumping up and impaling myself directly onto his dick. I turned around, covering my swollen, wet pussy and then removing my hand from it, giving him the full view. I could swear that I saw vein after vein popping out on his ever hardening manhood. I started to play with myself openly, first fondling my breasts and twisting my erect nipples, until I couldn't hold on anymore and began to rub my pussy, spreading it as far as possible with my fingers while massaging my swollen clit. I wanted him so badly. I wanted his cock inside of me. And I thought of his cock. Yes, cock. Without the quotation marks. Cock, cock, cock. I wanted him to fuck my brains out with his mighty cock.

 "You are gorgeous!"

 "I want you... I want your cock... There, I said it. I'm sooo wet and I feel naughty." I decided to let out my dissolutions about cock: "I WANT YOUR COCK!" I yelled as loud as I could. He froze, licked his lips and smiled. And then continued to take pictures of me. As I started to finger myself, he took a picture from every angle, coming closer to me with each shutter click. Suddenly, he was kneeling next to me, his raging hard-on swaying a couple of inches from my head. I couldn't resist it anymore, so I grabbed it firmly and licked it from the tip to the base, staring intently into his eyes (actually, the lens) and smiling around my head. He took a photo of every second of my act. I unrolled his foreskin and took it greedily into my mouth. I loved doing this, and I loved even more being photographed in the act. I moved my hands over his balls, slowly fondling them, and then continued behind them, over his perineum and all the way to his asshole. He flinched, his face unmistakably showing he liked it.




The Island - Lara's Day 01



"Whoa! I guess I can expect anything from you now."

 Like I said, I never tried any type of anal play before that morning. Not on myself, and especially not on men. But it felt so good to me and I couldn't resist seeing if he'll like it also. I mean, an asshole is an asshole, irrelevant of the gender. 

 "You like it?"

 "If it feels good, I'm always up for it. Keep going."

 Oh yes! I was going to keep going. I began to suck him like it was the last cock I'll ever have in my mouth. I wanted to take him all in, licking his knob and corona, then suddenly swallowing as much of it as it fit in my mouth. My hands were playing with him, one at the base of his shaft and one rubbing his anus. It felt splendid under my fingers, all tight and sucked in, and it was obvious he loved what I did to him. 

 He stopped snapping, and looked at me directly, while still pointing the camera at me: "Say something for a memento." He turned on the movie recording feature.

 "I want you inside me... Fuck me..."

 "With pleasure."

 I let his cock go and quickly set myself in a doggy-style pose, spreading myself as much as possible. As soon as he set himself up behind me, I felt the tip of his dick on my burning entrance. He pushed it in a bit, then pulled it out, then pushed it in a bit more... He was making me crazy with desire. I was raging with desire, moaning loudly each time he stuck it in, feeling him spread me a bit more, doing circular motions that I just loved. I spread my hips as wide as they went and then felt him ram himself into me all the way. That felt immensely good, and I immediately started to gyrate my hips around his thrusts. He slid his hand over my arched back, grabbing my hair and ramming himself hard into me with a loud 'Splat' of moist skin colliding. I moaned loudly, he groaned even louder. He stopped for a moment, and I looked back noticing him removing the camera from his hands and putting it down next to us. And then he started to fuck me. Each thrust a bit harder, longer, more beastly. He squeezed my buttocks firmly to hold me from sliding too far away as he hit me, again and again, with his pelvis and his balls. I was delirious, ramming myself back into him in synchronized motion. 

 In a blur of a moment, I extended my hand backwards and started to play with my asshole, immediately finding a way to push my finger inside. As everything in a circle of about a mile from my pussy was completely wet and lubricated, it went in easy. The moment I felt his cock over the thin membrane between my pussy and my ass, thrusting into me like a meaty piston, a wave of delight streamed through me, making me yell out in pleasure: "Do this to me, I want you inside here too..."

 I pulled my finger out, letting him in, and he didn't waste any time. First he pulled his dick out of me and begun to rub the outside of my butthole with it. Even though I did try the finger, and I definitely liked it, and even though I was so much on fire now that I would go for just about anything, a part of me still wasn't ready for a full-sized man meat drilling me there. Somehow, he sensed it and returned his cock into my pussy, replacing it with a finger. What. A. Feeling. Only thought able to form in my brain was 'Ohmygodohmygodohmygooooood', and I immediately moved my free hand to my pulsating clit, feeling that a nuclear explosion was coming closer and closer. 

 "Harder, hardeeeer.... Give it to me! Oh yes!"

 That was all I managed to yell – and even that was a lot since I wasn't much of a talker during sex. But this was no usual sex, according to the standards I remembered. This was bona fide destroying of me. His cock and his finger were doing me so fast and so hard that the friction alone was enough to make me combust. Each slap of his balls into my pussy and my hand furiously rubbing my pleasure button made me yell and grunt more. Each connection of his cock tip with the ending of my channel sent a surge directly to my pleasure center. Some girls talked to me about such feeling, where the sex was so good that it wouldn't matter to them if it were happening in front of their entire family. And now, finally, I knew what they meant. It was out of this World.

 The counter on the bomb got to zero, and the explosion within me started. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I sensed nothing bodily anymore. The only thing that got through my senses was a faint echo of my screaming, as the climax shook every cell of my body, every atom that formed me. I was contorted into a shape that now even my yoga master could make me form. My vaginal walls squeezed around his manhood with such power that he probably felt as if in a grinder. The flooding out of my pussy was so heavy that my hand and my clit were separated by a wall of liquid. I erratically squeezed his balls, losing any sense of my movement. And it lasted – it annulled all the mistakes in choice of partners, all those times I didn't cum and felt unsatisfied. This one was the one.

After a while, my pussy began feeling so sensitive that I just couldn't take it anymore. I pulled off of him and turned around, panting and still moaning quietly. I turned around – and saw him, hard as a rock, his cock covered with a thick layer of our extracts, standing there and smiling at me.

 "You're not done yet?!" I was, for lack of a better word, amazed.

 "I just warmed up." No way. How could you... "I can always last really long second time." 

 That being said, it was clear that this wasn't over. But I needed a break. My pussy was pulsating, all red, swollen and hypersensitive. Still, I kissed the tip of his cock, then his belly button, his chest and finally his mouth. And then I remembered the camera.

 "Is the camera filming the whole time?" 

 "Yep!"

 "It would be a shame if this movie didn't end in a way that every such film must end." Yes, it would be insane if the movie ended without him cumming. So I took the camera in my hands and started to film him, walking slowly around him.

 "Play with yourself. Oh, and wave to the camera."

 He slowly pulled the foreskin back, and then up again. And he actually waved to the camera.

 "I'd like to say hi to my classmates..." 

 "Oh no, please no. You're making me feel like a pedophile."

 "OK... I'd like to say hi to the camerawoman so that she will remember this moment when browsing through her dirty movies collection. I even salute her, in full alert."

 "Oh yes, it is full alert, there's no doubt about it... I even like it more than I would ever expect."

 He was a joy to watch and even bigger joy to film. He jerked off slowly, giving me the opportunity to shoot him from every possible angle. What was even more unbelievable, I came incredibly hard not more than a couple of minutes ago, and I was already so wet and ready for more. I touched myself, gently, even touching my pussy which, in all other cases of orgasm, would be off-limits for at least 10-15 minutes. But now, after such a glorious fuck, it was ready for more. I had to let him know.

 "Ahmmm... I'm so electrified. I'm wet again..."

 "I better check that."

 I touched him with the fingers that were previously on my clit, circling around his mouth and down his neck. He was playing with himself without stopping, and now he used the other hand to caress my inner thighs. As he went up, I prepared for the shock and the familiar feeling of tickling, but his pressure was just right. The moment he gently spread my pussy lips and carefully inserted his finger in my, now stretched vagina, I knew I needed his cock inside me again.

 "Oh yes... I still want you inside me. And the finger is not nearly enough."

 "Be my guest, sit down."

 He didn't need to say anything anymore. I put the camera down so that it can catch the whole scene, then turned around to face the sea, set his dick on my entrance and slowly, inch by inch, slid down his shaft. As i reached his pubic bone, I settled down for a bit and then started to ride him at my own slow pace, moving my hips around. I wanted him inside me forever. He was a perfect fit, and it felt so damn good. I leaned back, trying to reach him, and he immediately shifted so that I could twirl on his dick while he kissed the back of my neck. Camera was directly focused on my gaping pussy devouring his cock in a slow motion. 

 But I wanted to look at him as we fucked. I got up and turned around, and even though I did pull off of his dick, our sexes were still connected with a thick string of our bodily liquids. I quickly sat back down on him, and he lifted up his torso in a seating position. Whatever our fucking was before, this moment turned it into an intensely intimate event. We continued to fuck, but this time, we kissed. Our kisses were full of passion, our moans joined in rhythm, our bodies pulsating together. I knew he wouldn't last long, and that, along with this new moment of complete intimacy, made my own climax approach again. I wasn't even aware that I was able to cum so many times in such a short period. My pelvis moved with the perfect precision, sucking up every bit of his manhood while rubbing my own clitoris in an exquisite oval motion that was most certain to make me orgasm. 

 My eyes were closed, my ears focused only on his moans and sounds of our bodies. I moaned loudly and freely, not caring about anything happening outside those few square feet we covered. Until I opened my eyes and saw two people approaching, not even thirty yards away. A man and a woman, walking down the path directly toward our rocks. I had just a moment to make my choice – to abruptly stop now and ruin this real life fantasy, or to do the exact opposite of what the usual me would do and just ignore them. For those couple of seconds that it took me to decide, I stopped in the middle of my thrust. Deciding, I simply impaled myself again on him and continued with my motions.

 "You don't mind them?" He asked me, obviously realizing what happened in my head.

 "I don't give a fuck about them now. Fuck me! If they mind, who gives a damn." I just couldn't believe that I said that. And yet, I couldn't even imagine doing anything else than finishing our act of ultimate passion. And that made him go into overdrive. He started fucking me like there was no tomorrow, like we were the last people on the dying planet, aware that the end is near and that there will be no second chance. I looked at him, grinning and biting my lower lip, moaning loudly as he closed his eyes and started to shiver. He was on the brink of orgasm, just seconds away, so I squeezed my pussy as hard as I could and upped the tempo just a bit more. That did it for him. He released it out, deep inside me, spurting hot streams of his cum, all along grunting loudly and shaking. It felt fantastic. I forgot how blissful it felt, being filled up with sperm, and that feeling pushed me also over the top. The World blurred again. The never-ending seconds rolled inside me, my body shaking, my mouth open wide and yelling: "Oh yes! Oh yes! Yeeeeeeees!" I slammed myself into him with a force that I never knew I had in me, just wanting it to never stop. At that moment, I wanted to be fucked forever, as long as I live, exactly in this place. I needed nothing else. 

 His dick was already drained dry, but I didn't want to stop. I felt it was getting softer, but I was determined to use it for as long as it was able to stay inside me. As my orgasm subsided and his cock became more and more flaccid, I slowed down my rhythm, until I had to stop. I slowly raised my pelvis, then looked down to see his cock, already limp and spent, lying down slowly onto his balls. I lowered my head and used my mouth to clean it off. Then I went back up and kissed him with a kiss only an entirely satisfied woman can give to her partner. 

 As we shared the final kiss of the batch, we both looked in the direction of our apparent audience. They were there, not even ten yards away, also naked, watching us in awe. As we smiled at them, they started to clap their hands – as if they just witnessed a really good show whose performers needed to be rewarded. And we waved at them, thanking them for support. It made us all laugh for a couple of seconds. From what I noticed, it was obvious that our spectators were impressed with what they saw. He had a hard-on, which he probably didn't find necessary to hide. She, although carrying a stern expression, was also turned on. Her whole stance showed that something happened between her legs, even though she was trying to hide it. Since the moment of our non-verbal recognition had passed, they both quickly headed into the sea. And I didn't blame them, since our return to reality made me realize just how hot the Sun was burning.

 I turned around and faced him again, feeling all cuddly: "If I only knew..."

 "Yep, a morning swim with something more than an excellent book on the side."

 "I could go on, you know..." Honestly, I didn't think I really could, but I was curious to see if he was maybe some sort of weird alien android sex machine. 

 "Ahem... Look, let's not overdo it."

 That made me laugh. He was just human. And his dick was definitely taking a nap now.

 "Don't worry, I'll give you some break. Oh, and by the way – my name is Lara."

 „Martin." He extended his arm towards me, and we shook hands in a formal introduction. And started to laugh immediately. It felt ridiculous and immensely erotic at the same time – first fucking each other's brains out before lunch, and then telling each other our names.

 "You really surprised me. You are a fascinating woman."

 "Who did something she only fantasized about until now."

 "Well, the audience was entertained."

 "Yeah. That was definitely the moment where I went over all of my known boundaries." That was actually true. Going out without a bra was one thing. Having sex, cumming and then happily thanking the audience that witnessed the show was something I've never even imagined doing.

 "From what I could see, he liked you" – Martin said pointing to the guy floating in the sea. "He's full of energy, I'm just not sure if she would be willing to borrow him to you."

 OK, you were quite enough for me today. I wasn't going to take it that far. I punched his shoulder: "Whoa, one at a time, I can't go through the whole menu in one morning. Let's go for a swim now."

 He nodded and got up from the rock. As we headed towards the sea, I suddenly remembered something – the camera was still filming us. I picked it up and turned it around, so it shot our faces. I decided to make a proper final cut-scene. 

 "Dear camera... Thank you for recording one of the special moments" I kissed him and pressed „OFF".

 ***

 Besides being a magnificent lover, Martin was also a fascinating man to hang around with. We spent the next few hours talking, swimming and fooling around in general. Our fans settled down not far from us, but they didn't appear to be nearly as adventurous as we had been.

Martin was some big time consultant, a guy who started his own small firm when he was just 26 and now he was already running a reputable business. But he didn't have one bit of the super-inflated ego that usually came with such career choices. He was polite, even modest, and funny as hell. When he told me that the lovely cottage just above the beach was his, I was even a bit jealous of him. He owned my dream house, so I just had to find a polite way to invite myself over. He told me how he bought the place, thinking it will be a romantic getaway for him and his ex-girlfriend – but that she was out of the picture for some time now, and the place became his meditation spot, the best stress-reliever.

 I told him why I stayed once I saw him – OK, I didn't actually tell him that I zoomed in on his dick with the camera – but he still found it complimenting.

 As he mentioned he was hungry, I asked if it was already lunchtime. When he said that it was noon, I suddenly got the feeling that I forgot something. Oh shit!!! Sasha! I even had my phone on silent, she was probably calling me the whole morning. He saw me get nervous, so I told him about Sasha and our pact for the time on the Island. He laughed and said: "Yeah, well, that held up for some time." As I took the phone, I saw she called me more than a few times and texted me angrily. So I called back immediately. She answered furiously:

 "Where the fuck have you been!? I've been trying to get to you since 10 o'clock! I was worried sick, and you actually just ditched me!?"

 "Sasha, I'm so, so incredibly sorry! Please don't be angry. I just... Fell asleep in the shade, with my ringer on mute." I didn't have the time or the will to tell her the whole story, so I outright lied. I was going to tell her the truth when she calmed down.

 "Where are you now?"

 "I'm coming over. I'm on the beach, but it's getting too hot. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

 "Yeah." She hung up. Well, all good things...

 "Are we gonna see each other again while you're here?" That question brought back the smile on my face. So, maybe this wasn't just a one-morning stand.

 "Of course we will. I just need to give my friend some attention now, she's not in the best place ever since she broke up with her boyfriend."

 "Hey, no problem. Look, the Island is really small: there is the Town, the Village on the hill and a couple of vacation houses like mine. You need a car to go to the other end of the Island, but that's something we can decide on. Anyway, you know where I'm at. People don't call to meet up here, they just meet randomly, that's the beauty of this place."

 Lovely. So, I could just pop up at his place as I saw fit? Still, I wasn't going to do that. It just might seem a bit clingy. So I went with 'cool and sexy'.

 "OK, then I'll find you. Or maybe you'll find me. Or maybe we'll just bump into each other..." Wow, his cock actually sprung up a bit when I said that. What more could a girl want?

 I wrapped myself in my sarong, picked up my stuff, kissed him and headed back towards the Town. I felt his stare on my butt, so I swayed it just a bit more than normally. And I smiled, outside and within. Something told me that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable vacation.



The Island of Aphrodite



My name is Edna, Eddie for friends, the female part of a long time married couple. Let me describe my exterior. 5.8" tall, 145 lbs, rather fit but not fixated with gym. I have bob cut blond hair and azure-blue eyes. Due my height a couple of long legs prop my ample hips and a rather thick ass up. My husband says my ass is a size over my frame and this is the reason he picked me many years ago. Some dropping medium size longish boobs and a slight amount of cellulite on my buttocks don't spoil my general look. I have an open smile too so they say I am aesthetically pleasing. Someone supposes me sexy, but I am only a natural woman well in her forties. My husband is Thomas, or Tom, fifty something, my first man at every sense. I am in love with him since I was 17yo and we are a very solid couple, with a well grown up family (a now married graduated daughter), and a happy status. This is, more or less, our position.

A few summers ago we had a great holiday on the Greek island of Kythira which is said to be Aphrodite's birthplace. One month of paradise blessed by bright sun, wonderful sea and great food. 

I adore the sun. 

Two or three days under such a sunshine and I got a real golden complexion. Feeling to be easy on the eye and in shape I was happy as a girl. Tom also was relaxed and, well, very active during the night. We spent the day doing nothing else then tanning, swimming, visiting villages, eating and making love. 

On a beach near Aghia Pelagia we met a guy and we had small talks with him. His name was Alfred, from England. At 36 he was five years younger than me and actually single as he split the girlfriend off two months before. A well educated guy with a good conversation and nice manners. A very handsome guy, I must add, with curly hair, hazel eyes and sturdy built. 

He knew the mythological literature and local history well inside out. This fascinated me. 

Saying him good-bye I proposed a drink at the marina for the three of us which Alfred gladly agreed. We met at twilight for the drink and after a tour around town he suggested a stop at a traditional restaurant in which we had a great dinner. Later we reached our place for a nightcap lasting there until the wee hours and setting a visit at the Venetian Fortress in Milopotamos.

That night Alfred seemed to be really comfortable with the rather mellow couple of us and Tom also found our guest very pleasant.

The day after during the drive to Milopotamos we arranged other rendezvous and so it was that shortly soon the first chance encounter we were the closest of friends. 

Alfred joined us hiking here and there the island in search for the mysterious Aphrodite's birthplace, or sailing by the crystal clear sea on the nimble boat my husband rent. 

Dawdling at our place to spend quietly the night with a drink or two enjoying a mutual company in the faint light became also habitual. And we called those moments "conversation at midnight".

Tom and I both savoured the unintentional spice that Alfred with his presence added to the good time we had on the island. 

I don't know what it is about imagining the wife with other men that excites many husbands, but this is what excites Tom mostly. During our happy marriage something very soft but recurrent from my husband was to bring at my attention his burning daydreaming arousal to watch me with another man. At the same time I blandished the idea to be a hot wife. 

For many reasons we never dared the real thing but in between of being a loving wife and a good mom I flirted with two friends just to test the water. 

I was on control and pretty sure to have not sex with them, but at their request I gave them my number and dated them indulging to some tonguing and groping which I openly confessed to Tom. Nothing more than that. Only once I closed my hand on a guy's cock trying his stiff hardness by the open fly. As a result of those faint indiscretions of mine I received some great and engrossed marital fucks. Not bad indeed. 

Now I loved Alfred's kindness. From his polite speech I could sense to be a bit taken by those charming, if somewhat shy manners. And got rather eager thinking on him too. 

My husband belongs an insightful character and he studied my behaviour. 

Being facetious Tom affirmed that Alfred could be a good boyfriend for me even when the three of us were together. Alfred acted the perfect gentleman and didn't make a pass but calling my husband's bluff I deliberated to flirt a bit with our friend. Something really mild again but very intriguing as occasional arm touching or hands holding. 

"You act really his sweetheart," commented my husband with a suggestive smile a night before to sleep. "Don't dare me, you know my story," I replied kissing him on the lips. I meant subtly my vagaries with other guys and he understood. 

"I know... and I like it," said my husband starting some serious fucking. 

I got involved in the play even more and decided to increase the flirt.

To tease Alfred and my husband at one time I drew from my bag the skimpiest of bikini. I bought it with my sister going on a spending spree day ("Fuck, Eddie, you look terrific, take it!" she said in the fitting room) and my husband haven't see it yet. I furtively wore it under a sober sundress getting ready for a sailing. I seated quietly while the guys did their duty on sail dropping them hints that something mysterious lay beneath. They became investigative and actively demanding but I denied to disclose my secret on the instant. "Not on the boat," I said, but hot on the heels of landing at a really remote cove with a solitary beach I gathered the sundress pulling it over my head to make a point of showing off with my back to them. 

What I had on was a bold dental floss bottom matching a small sheer top barely covering my breasts. I paraded slowly up and down the sandy beach with a slutty excitement. My ass was completely on display and my pendulous boobs oscillated at every move quite free from support. 

I stopped walking just in front of Alfred and Tom with an impudent smile on my lips. 

"This is my secret. Do you like it, guys?" I asked. My nipples were hard as cherries.

Looking at me Alfred kept his temper but paid compliments. 

"O, Eddie, I knew you have great legs, but I haven't realized how erotic your haunches are." 

For the first time he mentioned directly my body. I appreciated the compliments.

"Thank you, Alfred, I have not found the courage to go on a home beach with a so revealing two-piece on, but now it's different, Tom is not the jealous type and I feel so good with you. I ventured to wear something next to nothing this morning," I claimed.

Gazing on me still with a sort of amazement my husband can't believe his eyes. Every time I told him a whim of mine he slavered and now he was like a child in a candy shop watching my blatant teasing action. 

"My sister tempted me to buy this bikini for the holiday, you know Alfred, and coming back home I want to relate her the effect I had on a younger man as you are. What a bitch! I hope you don't mind." 

In response Alfred was unusually explicit.

"O, I don't mind at all, Edna. You are so lovely and your body glistening quite bare in this inexistent bikini is absolutely admirable. Your breasts also hang here natural and sweet. And your groin, well, your groin is so smooth and inviting. Sorry, Tom, I can't help to give your wife my compliments. She is a woman with a great class!" he sentenced.

"Ah ah ah," I burst in a laughter, "I think you would say better 'with a great ass', " I giggled being a bit trashy. 

"In that case you are right, Alfred, this little showy thing brings to the fore my thick bum. And this dental floss thong is so reduced on the front also that I had to shave my pubic hair to a narrow strip to hide it from a total view" I explicated with very cheeky allusions. 

The tease could stop. The effect satisfied me. 

My sister had something to hear at my return. 

I aired the towels and stretched on the sand inviting Tom and Alfred to lie at my sides. We enjoyed the beach getting great sun and taking plunges in the mild Greek water. The show had probably a permanent gauge on the guys too because they treated me queenly all the day long. 

An idea to pull my bikini off walked through my mind but I discarded the line to be totally naked as the beach went rather crowded. Laying dully on my front I only put on display my ample ass cheeks and loading the boat maybe I shiftily flashed some pussy lips. And I did it deliberately as the time I masturbated a guy wet just to test the waters.

That night my husband's lovemaking reached its climax. 

He could clearly notice my exposed quim when I bent on the boat and he was proud of me. I had to blow his cock off to calm him down as soon as we arrived at our place, then we had an erotic play. He performed a prolonged massage with oil to sooth my exposed ass from bursting and afterwards I consented him to take me anally. 

With a so loving husband in bed and a sexy younger friend aside the holiday was really funny. 

I exhumed the nude matter an afternoon coming back to port after a sailing. 

Having not a fucking thing to do than laying in the sun on deck I pissed around the guys asking them permission to leave my bikini top off as I felt relaxed and wanted to catch a few rays properly. I haven't yet gone topless in front of Alfred. They agreed and saying them thanks I unhooked my top flaunting my boobs until my husband moored at the pier. A good half an hour, by the way. 

Later Tom and I had a great screw in the shower. 

The morning after Tom asked me to bare my boobs for Alfred again but I denied. 

"Would you like he thinks on me as a cock tease exhibitionist slag?" I giggled with a flicker of irony in my eyes, "it had been a one off yesterday, even if I got excited" I sentenced wittily slipping into a one piece swimsuit. 

The following days I kept my modesty in front of our friend save a brief topless swim in the open sea with the guys on the boat. I fluttered my bikini with my emerged hand screaming at them, "see guys, I swim naked as Aphrodite." 

The boat was regrettably far as I am a good swimmer and they could see very poor my nudity while I floated awash.

Stroke by stroke I came alongside. There I floated again while Alfred set the rope ladder and my husband was at rudder. When Alfred finished I euphemised him to look the other way. Stark naked then I went on board.

Inevitably the wonderful holiday ran to end. 

The evening before Alfred's departure from the island we invited him to restaurant once again then we went to our place for a farewell toast. Having Alfred by us for the usual nightcap I normally wore casual and not revealing clothes but that night was a special night and I wanted to perform a last show for Alfred and for my husband. So I put on a short white linen dress with low shoulder straps. 

An elegant dress but very loose and very revealing indeed. 

I looked at my image in the mirror feeling beautiful and a bit slutty once again. 

Except a thong I was naked underneath and through the diaphanous dress I could see the outline of my breasts. 

Something rather saggy never the less but naughty with their visible harden nipples. 

Even the darker spots of the areolas were on view. 

Perfect for a little show. 

I smiled at myself foretasting a last dare and I went to the room. 

The guys seated waiting for me. 

I did a seductive turn on my bare feet in a flash of legs and ass cheeks, they whistled at me, I did another turn flashing again and standing before a lamp I mixed some drinks being sure to show my naked body on profile. 

Maintaining the nerves to act casual I poured drinks letting my boobs hanging down and swaying especially for Alfred, then I seated close to my husband on the three pieces sofa. Our guest was in front of us on a two pieces. 

Tom dimmed the light and we started to talk in the semidarkness as usual. 

I thought the show has ended but I was wrong. Something really unplanned was about to happen. 

A late summer wind blew from the sea and the night was rather cool. 

Being cold I cuddled up against my husband with my legs on the sofa asking him to warm me up for a bit; Tom embraced me and I purred thanks giving him a little peck on the cheeks. 

Time passed by slowly in the quiet night. With tenderness of tone Alfred conversed and nestling up my husband again I replied graciously. We discussed the holiday and the great time we had together promising each other to keep in touch. Tom was also concordant. 

I felt warm now.

My husband passed his hands on my legs and idly started to play with the hemline of my dress. I showed my legs again maybe, but I didn't care being his action so pleasant. Gradually he raised the dress up my waist. My thong was now on show. A white thong barely hiding my pubes. I smiled and tried to draw back but Tom tapped my ass cheeks and gently restrained me from covering my hips. He whispered "nothing wrong," and kissed my front.

"We are not on the beach," I objected.

"Your beauty deserves to be shown anywhere," said my husband kissing me again.

"I agree, you have been our Aphrodite, Eddie" said Alfred also. 

I smiled again shaking my head and whispering "you naughty boys," I relaxed completely helpless. 

That was a sort of green light. Tom lowered the shoulder straps of my dress down my boobs. 

I looked at my naked breasts remaining silent. 

My husband squeezed them and played with my nipples for a while as he had done with my legs then he asked Alfred if he didn't mind to join us. 

Suddenly I felt four hands wandering my body caressing my legs and my boobs. 

I moaned with pleasure as Alfred started to kiss my neck. We slowly kissed for a while then he passed his soft lips on my nipples and licked them. 

I can't say how and when they threw my dress off but they undressed themselves also and Alfred lowered my thong. 

I was totally naked now being kissed by my husband and another man. I spread my legs in a quiver of excitement. Tom stopped to kiss me and started to watch. Alfred drooped his head slowly forward to eat my cunt and I was all open to him. 

His penis rose against me and slipped inside very quickly. Alfred was strong having me whispering and moaning. "Come inside, Alfred, fill her" said my husband at the end of the lay. After a rest Tom penetrated me for a long awaited sloppy seconds fuck. It was Alfred turn to watch now. The last conversation at midnight had turned in something unforgettable.

We climbed on the bed then, three in a bed, but we slept only at daybreak.

A few hours later I woke up and looked at the light. It was a brilliant morning, about half past ten. The guys were still naked asleep and tender. My hands moved on their cocks and they opened their eyes smiling both into my face.

"Are you awake?" I said to them.

Tom smiled and kissed me good morning. Alfred also kissed my cheek then my husband jumped to his feet and left for the bathroom.

Suddenly I roused and sat up the bed.

I looked down at Alfred. He was lying watching me, stroking my breasts with his fingers, young and handsome. 

"Fancy that I am here" he said.

I took his cock in hand again seating there bare shoulders and longish breasts. He loved to make my breasts swing softly, like bells. "You are beautiful" he said.

"And you are so big" I said being allusive, but thinking he was very handsome also.

I quickly kissed his erect cock and caught the drop of moisture. He shivered a little as my mouth started the suction.

Tom came out from the bathroom and sat on the bed too. His hand hurried to my butt and reached my entrances. I stopped sucking for a moment rising up my head and Tom kissed me savouring my cock flavoured lips. We had short of time but I wanted to be taken by my men once more. Crawling on my knees towards Alfred I pounced on his body holding his stirring, erect cock. There I moved my pelvis helping it to find its way it into my inner lips. "Omygawd," I murmured in excitement while my husband offered his own cock to my mouth. Alfred was in a hurry now. I engulfed my husband's cock getting shaken by strong hits. Love rattles saturated the room. First came Tom in my mouth then Alfred rolled me on my back. We huddled arms in arms gazing into each other eyes as he came inside my pussy and I achieved a long shuddering orgasm.

The three of us lay there on the bed quite still for a while then Tom placed his mouth on my pussy. He pushed his tongue in deep and ate my creampie. 

My husband's daydreaming fantasy had become reality. 

Just the time to shower and we had breakfast with coffee and yoghurt. I didn't bother to get dressed and I ate in the nude receiving any kind of coaxing from the guys which I reciprocated deep kissing them both and sucking their cocks once again.

We all burst in a laughter when my husband said "Edna, I think now you have really to tell your sister something about the holiday now" and I threw a shoe behind him.

It was midday now, Alfred hour for rising. The weekly ferry to Piraeus was in commission at two o'clock and he had to go to his hotel to take the baggage. 

We said him goodbye on the quay. Tom shook his hand and I kissed his lips tenderly then he disappeared inside the ship. 

We remained three days more on the island, but it was quite empty.



The Island of Desire



Jason had never done well with high temperatures. Admittedly, he had found Virginia's somewhat moderate climate range to be taxing in its own right. It was no wonder then that he found himself more than uncomfortable now, sprawled out on some beach in the Caribbean, scraped up and thoroughly discombobulated.

Squinting, he could make out the very tip of a large silver bow, glinting in the heat as it sank beneath the water. It had been a luxurious yacht, rented out for a privately funded Earth Day celebration. Marine biologists, naturalists, and ecologists had lined up in droves, shoving fistfuls of money forward for what they considered to be the vacation of a lifetime. The boat had been chartered to sail for several months around the globe, stopping off at various locales for tours of the most exotic flora and fauna that planet Earth had to offer.

Of course, the grandest ventures take but a nudge before they spiral out of control. Jason placed fault on the relatively unofficial looking band of crewman (not to mention the severe over-abundance of wine coolers), but he supposed no one would ever take full blame for the incident. All anybody knew was that a run-in with some particularly jagged outcroppings of rock resulted in a battered hull and a sinking ship. Jason watched as more swam ashore, the metallic behemoth behind them tipping upward in defiance before completely descending beneath the waves.

He eyed the group over, taking note of those he saw and comparing the mass to those who had originally boarded the ship. He couldn't tell much of a difference. He also seemed to be the only one at all affected by the trip's most recent turn of events. Indeed, most of the scientists seemed euphoric. They were scattered about the small island's shore, examining every inch of the coastline in excruciating detail. Occasionally one would let out an excited yelp or produce a notepad upon which to scribble some undoubtedly pointless detail.

He sighed, staggering to his feet. He couldn't stand science-types. A want to produce change in a world on the verge of a warming crisis had thrown him in with the wrong lot. Hell, he hadn't even wanted to come on this trip! He had been perfectly content to stay at home and continue living his comfortable life, but his enthusiastic father had insisted he go as a representative for his alternative energy research firm, and had even gone as far as to pay his way. So here he was, stranded in who knew where with nothing to blame but his damned sense of avarice, his damned rich father, and damned wine coolers.

"Damn it all to hell," he muttered under his breath. He knelt over and checked the contents of his now-waterlogged pack. Several lunches worth of packed sandwiches lay in a mushy puddle, soaked and undoubtedly salty. He salvaged his wallet from a mass of salami and wheat before tossing the whole thing aside. He could never be sure. Maybe he'd luck out and a rescue crew was prepared for drunken scientists crashing on rocks while island hopping. A man had to have his hope.

He stood up once more to survey the surrounding coastline as he tucked the wallet into his back pocket. A few dozen yards of sand quickly gave way to dense jungle that stretched towards the island's center. If there was food to be found here, that was his best bet. He took a moment to shake the sand out of his frigid loafers before heading inland, dodging several people in thick glasses who were gawking at a nearby crab. He brushed aside the low-hanging leaves of palm trees and disappeared into the heart of the place.

The trees created a thick canopy that choked sunlight into small shafts that filtered through the leaves. Shrubs grew unchecked around their bases, making passage difficult. Jason stepped cautiously about, carefully eying each plant for some kind of jagged thorn or Venus Flytrap-esque appendage that would swallow him whole. The air was hot and moist here, yet it bore a fruity sweetness. A few more minutes of trudging and he found the source—a clearing lined with small plants and bent trees, each heavy and pregnant with ripened fruit.

"Strange..." he mused aloud as he approached an orange tree. There was no way that this mix-matched garden ended up here by chance. Low pineapple plants grew in a row with coconut and apple trees, which were flanked by clusters of grape vines. Confused though he was, he was in no position to complain. He gave one of the oranges on the nearest tree a little yank before it came loose. He gave no pause and took a large, juicy bite out of the fruit, tasting the delicious tangy flesh as juice dribbled out of the perforated skin and down his chin. It was absolutely delicious. 

Jason was prepared to take a second bite of his find when he heard a rustling of leaves behind him. He turned, only to experience what felt like a large club colliding with his temple. Whirling, he kept circling about, looking for the culprit. What he assumed was a particularly laden coconut tree turned out to be a woman, barely clad, brandishing her weapon behind her.

"WAI-" was all he managed before she swung again, knocking him on the forehead. He fell to the ground, a cascade of stars and the woman's blurring form his last sights before his world turned black.

Jason awoke to hushed voices that seemed to surround him on all sides. He opened his eyes before squeezing them shut again, bright sunlight assaulting his vision. Squinting, his sight slowly came back into focus as the scene before him snapped into clarity. He lay on his back upon the soft grass floor of another clearing. His hands and ankles were bound to saplings that had been bent and re-purposed as bonds, and he had been stripped of his clothes, save for his pair of briefs. Around him stood a thick semi-circle of goddesses.

Jason shook his head and looked again. No, his eyes hadn't deceived him. Before him loitered a throng of incredibly hot women, each strikingly different from the last. Some wore loincloths fashioned from leaves and vines, while others bore dirtied shreds of skirts and t-shirts. All stood silent. At first Jason viewed them as fearful, but he quickly abandoned that conclusion. Each pair of eyes was fixated upon him, almost trance-like. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn he saw the fires of lust dancing hotly in those awe-struck orbs.

"Easy now, or we'll frighten this great gift of ours," came a strong voice from beyond Jason's sight. A few of the members of the crowd shuffled out of the way to let a majestic creature strut forwards. She was a leader; it was obvious from her every feature, from her purposed gait to the streaks of pigment beneath her eyes that served as facial markings. She had a perfectly toned body, which had grown tan in the island sun, and a head of long, dark hair. A makeshift skirt was tied around her waist, and a robe of sorts hung about her shoulders. She strode up beside him and fixed him with a strong, almost frigid gaze.

"Greetings, outsider," she said, letting her voice grow louder. She turned to address the others, who all now watched to her eagerly.

"Behold, our salvation," she bellowed, spreading her arms wide. "The sea has seen fit to gift us with means for survival! Our line shall live on! Give praise for our great fortune! Bow down before..." Her eyes trailed down to Jason expectantly.

"J-Jason," he managed.

"Before Jason! Revel in his presence!" The woman withdrew a small blade from her leaf skirt and expertly cut the bonds that held Jason's hands. He sat up, rubbing his wrists. Each pair of eyes had fixated upon him once more.

"I don't uh..."

"Where are our manners?" she began again. "Celebrations are in order, and we must make an offering of flesh to this most gracious of suitors!" She pointed a finger towards a vixen that stood at the front of the crowd. Jason couldn't help the growing excitement that was flooding through him, despite his bewilderment.

"What exactly are you saying?" he inquired, the answer already growing clearer in his mind.

"Many moons have passed since our arrival here, outsider. We seek the power of man to repopulate our dwindling numbers. Your power." At this the girl edged forward, a grin growing on her face.

"Be at ease Jason, for tonight a ceremony will herald your arrival. But first, you have work to attend to!" She motioned, and the crowd vanished into the woods, leaving him alone with the woman.

"Allow me to remove your bonds, great one," she said quietly. She was a beautiful woman, lean and fair-skinned. Blonde curls fell about her soft green eyes. She bent forward and deftly untied the remaining bonds that were fastened to his ankles.

"And, if it pleases you, I'd have my bonds removed as well..." she trailed off as she pulled a ragged blue t-shirt over her head, revealing an amazing pair of breasts. She quickly unfastened the button that clasped her jean skirt around her waist before slipping it off as well. Her pussy bore no further trappings save for a small patch of blonde pubic hair, neatly trimmed. She stalked closer, bridging the gap between them before she was right at his side.

"I am to be the first to receive your great seed. I have been trained for this moment; all efforts have been made in preparation for this day. Are you ready?"

Was he ready? Jason didn't think there could ever be a moment in his life when he wasn't ready for a smoking hot islander who was desperate to have him. He nodded strongly, not wanting to give away the trembling excitement that would have certainly pervaded his voice.

The girl kneeled down on the grass and brought her hand to his head, grasping his hair firmly as she locked lips with his. There was a moment then of tension then as they kissed in the sunlit clearing, a split second of unknowing before she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his. She pressed her body into him, her pointed nipples scraping lightly across his chest as she brought her other hand down to his growing cock. She rubbed him through the fabric of his briefs, grasping her fingers around his now surging erection. She paused to slip the underwear from around his waist as she kissed down his neck and chest, pausing to suck lightly upon his nipples.

Her hand slid back to his dick. She had a soft touch that felt fantastic as it began to pump him up and down, working out a steady rhythm as her kisses worked their way further down. She brought her lips to his balls and stopped to suck one into her mouth as her handjob intensified. Jason almost jerked from surprise as she sucked on the other one before bringing her lips to the tip of his cock. Her tongue slid out to tease him for a moment while she glanced back up at him, almost smiling as she tongued around his slit. She licked up and down the network of veins on his underside, causing his cock to twitch excitedly as she scraped her nails lightly across his testicles. After running her mouth up and down his shaft a few more times she positioned her lips at his head before plunging down his length, letting the whole length of it sink into her eager mouth until her lips were pressed against his belly.

Jason groaned, reaching out and running his fingers through the girl's hair as she repeated the motion several times. She alternated between long, slow motions and short jerks around the top of his cock, where she'd pause and slide her tongue around his head while her hand worked the base of his shaft.

She stopped, relinquishing her hold on him as she moved back to admire her handiwork. His dick was standing at full attention, throbbing and swollen and aching for a tight little hole.

"I am to now complete my task as a vessel of your great will. Is this acceptable?" she inquired, her mouth nearly salivating as she continued to stare, her gaze affixed to his cock.

Jason didn't bother answering. He got up on his knees, and the girl instinctively turned about, getting down on all fours in the soft glade. Moisture pooled from her burning pussy. She wiggled her ass cutely, as if to remind Jason to stop gawking at his luck and finish what he'd started. He needed no second urging. Moving forward, he took his cock in one hand and rubbed it up and down her lips before working it into her cunt slowly.

The girl bent her head, moaning softly as she edged her pussy back onto his cock, her moist lips eagerly sliding down his shaft until he was buried up to the hilt. She was tight, almost unbelievably so. Jason grabbed her firm ass to steady himself before sliding back and forth, his pace intensifying with each passing second. Before long he was pumping the girl furiously, his cock slick with her juices as it slid deeper and deeper into her moist little pussy.

"That's it, Jason. Fulfill your destiny!" she panted, her torso and arms planted on the forest floor to steady herself against his onslaught. Jason was going to oblige. Indeed, if his destiny was to give this island's inhabitants what they so richly deserved, than he was in no position to shirk his duties. He pumped a few more times as his balls slowly began to churn.

"Your wish is my command," He managed, a smirk on his face. He'd play along. He'd be their promised savior, as long as it meant more snatch like this. The pressure had built up past the point of no return. He sank his cock all the way into her pussy as he came, a thick hot load erupting from his cock and filling her hole until he had emptied himself completely inside of her.

Jason fell back, exhausted. The girl lay there on the ground, breathing hard, feebly trying to recover. She slid a hand down her front and mashed a finger around in her pussy before bringing it back to her lips. She tasted their juices, and moaned contentedly as she licked it clean.

"You have blessed me this day, Jason," She said dreamily. She clambered to her feet, her legs a little wobbly. The girl beckoned towards the tree line, and instantly four others walked forward bearing a stretcher fashioned from vines and leaves.

"Rest now, for today is a day of great rejoicing. And such days deserve momentous nights." The girls came and laid the stretcher down next to Jason, who rolled over onto it lazily before closing his eyes in the Caribbean sunshine. He could get used to this. The four of them lifted him up and bore him off towards the trees. A few moments passed, and before they had even reached the forest proper, Jason had fallen into a slumber, exhausted and content from the day's happenings.

When he awoke, Jason was lying on a soft mat of fronds that had been laid out in a small hut. He sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes, stretching the sleep out of his muscles as he gazed at the scene around him. The sun was beginning to dip nearer and nearer to the water's edge in the distance, casting a blazing reflection that colored the waters in deep summer hues. Jason's clothes were gone, and in their place was a long ceremonial robe that had been laid out by the mat. He quickly donned the thing, tying a vine around his waist that had been set out for use as a belt, and got up to investigate his surroundings further.

The hut was perched atop a hilltop that towered in the center of the island. From this new vantage point, Jason could see most of the surrounding shoreline. To his left lay a small winding path lit on either side by rudimentary torches. It travelled a short ways before sloping up towards the only visible area that was at a higher elevation than his hut. Jason took the torches as a cue and set off in that direction.

The walk only lasted a few minutes, and soon he was at the crest of the hill. As he came up over the rise he saw tables lined with exotic foods and chairs surrounding them, each seating another of the island's tempting vixens. In the center of the array of tables was another large pile fronds, upon which rested the pack leader from earlier, nude and beckoning for Jason to come to her.

"So glad you could join us in our festivities, Jason," she said as he sat down next to her. She waved her hand in the air and several other girls came forward, removing Jason's robe and belt.

"Has your purpose here been made clear to you, my King?" Jason almost jumped at that last part.

"King?" he inquired, his eyes taking in the woman next to him. That luscious body was screaming for his touch.

"But of course, Jason. Who else will lead our people from darkness? Who but you has the power to save our line? Who but you, Jason, can accept the duty of satisfying your Queen? Of satisfying me?" At that she stood, and before Jason could protest she straddled his lap and pushed him down on the ground before sliding her pussy up to his face.

"No, it is only you, my lord. Only you can handle the gifts that we seek to bestow upon you." The woman beckoned towards the crowd, and more girls joined the fray, each tending to Jason in a different way. Hands and tongues covered his body as some worked his already rigid cock while others tongued his nipples and massaged his chest. The tanned leader began to rock her pussy over his shocked features, and he snapped back to action. His eager tongue slithered into her already moist lips as he sucked and ate her pussy. She tasted hot and warm and salty; a temptress of the sea, befitting of a King. She was a fiery maiden who would serve as his right hand.

"Yes. Yes! Rise up and take your crown. Take your Queen, Jason! Yes!" She was screaming out now, humping his face in rhythm with his tongue. She rose off his eager mouth and the others scattered to make room as she positioned herself above his cock, rubbing his head with her soaked lips before sliding down his shaft, burying his dick inside of her sex. The others quickly resumed their various duties. One eagerly mounted Jason's face in the leader's absence, while others grasped his fingers and slid them inside of their cunts, riding his hands in ecstasy. Still more clamped their firm young bodies onto his form and rubbed their pusses anywhere they could. Before long Jason found himself in the center of a writhing mass of passion, with his Queen at the eye of the storm, milking his cock as she rode him, her hands planted on his hips. 

"Show us, Jason! Show us what a man can do!" He couldn't hold back, overcome by desire and power and lust. He shot a load into her until she was overflowing with his seed. She dismounted and immediately more girls came to take her place, licking and sucking and pumping until he was once more fully erect. More swarmed to the leader and tried to lap some of his cum out of her hole as a young redheaded woman clambered onto his dick, facing away from him as she rode. He watched her ass bounce up and down his cock amidst a frenzied mob of sex. Girls were sprawled out around the main cluster, pleasing each other and moaning out, lending their voices to the growing din.

He could hear his name being called again, but it was too late. He was lost in the moment, the swell of it all. He squeezed a firm pair of breasts that belonged to an olive-skinned girl as he sucked the clit of a petite brunette. This was his kingdom, his paradise. The roar grew louder still as he ascended the throne and took his rightful place as master of this island. His island.

"JASON!" The voice belonged to a screaming man that cut through the dream like a knife. Jason opened his eyes in time to see a massive swell as it crashed down upon him, soaking him to the bone before it rolled down the sands beneath him and back into the ocean. The owner of the shrill call came into his field of vision, a diminutive man with a nasally voice and a clipboard of names who offered him a hand.

Jason accepted, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling himself upright. He stood up and shook himself dry before planting himself down in drier sand. Perfect. This island could add cold showers to its growing list of cruelties. 



The Island of Fantasy and Deceit



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based on a recollection I have from a story that I read over twenty years ago. The book I read had about five stories in it. I was thinking about this story the other day after watching a scene from a porn movie. There is no plagiarism here as I don't even remember the actual character names and I have added my own spin to the story. The one thing that is the same is the theme of deceit and blackmail. As always all characters are at least 18 years of age.

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INTRODUCTION

Spiro at one time had been a Greek shipping magnate along with six other companies. The other six got greedy and decided to put Spiro out of business and taking over his shipping lines. Spiro never forgave those six men and vowed vengeance on them and their families. It took several years but Spiro did indeed get even and accumulated extensive wealth in the process.

Spiro found an uninhabited lush tropical island and turned it into a small paradise. He and his former assistant Helena hand selected staff members to work on the island. The staff members were selected based on their sexual orientation and promiscuity. Spiro secretly invited women to the island under the pretense that they had won an all expense paid vacation to this paradise for women only. 

The women invited were wives, daughters and even some mistresses of the six business men that had betrayed Spiro. The women were flown in by private jet and they had no idea where the island was located. Some women stayed for weeks and other only lasted a week. The women were seduced by the staff and all of their sexual indiscretions were video recorded. The women were then shown the videos of their lewd behavior and blackmailed. They were told unless the handsome fees were wired to an off shore account that the videos would appear on the internet and in tabloids around the world.

Spiro collected millions and millions of dollars as a result of the blackmail. He was smart enough to have the money laundered through multiple accounts so that it was untraceable. Spiro had first thought that he would dismantle the island blackmail business after he had achieved his revenge but it had gone so smoothly that he decided to prey on others. Spiro knew of prominent and wealthy business men and world politicians that would pay handsomely to avoid a scandal, so he decided to keep the business going.

THE STAFF

Helena had been Spiro's assistant in the shipping business and she had also been his mistress. Helena was often called on to have sex with Spiro in his office and that continued on the island as well. Helena could often be found kneeling and sucking on Spiro's cock as he watched the videos of his guests engaging in sexual activities. Helena was often frustrated in the past as Spiro didn't take care of her needs. However since the island operation began she had three cocks to keep her satisfied, Thomas, Paolo and Jose.

Thomas was a tall lean black man who stood at about 6'4". He had a tapered cock that was 8" long and it was perfect for anal sex. Thomas loved to fuck women in the ass especially the pretty young blonde women that Spiro brought to the island. He particularly loved introducing the women to anal sex and taking their anal virginity. Thomas was often called on by Spiro to join in with Helena. Spiro liked watching Thomas fuck Helena in the ass while Helena sucked on Spiro's cock. Thomas was also not averse to fucking the right man in the ass either as was the case with his colleague Paolo.

Paolo was a young Italian man who was very well hung with a 10" thick cock. Paolo had been raised by his aunt and uncle and when he was of age they introduced him to a world of sex. Paolo's favorite sexual coupling had been with his aunt sucking his cock as his uncle fucked his ass. Paolo never felt that his manhood was ever challenged as he just liked the feel of a cock in his ass as he shot his load into a woman's mouth. He also liked the feel of a cock pulsating in his rectum and shooting its seed deep into his bowels. Paolo came in buckets with his volcanic like ejaculations and he relished filling a pretty woman's mouth to overflowing. Often when Helena was not with Spiro she could be found sucking Paolo's big cock as Thomas fucked Paolo in the ass. Francine, another staff member, could also be found sucking Paolo's cock as Thomas either fucked her ass or Paolo's ass. 

Francine was a pretty petite French girl with all the bumps in the right places. She had cute firm titties and a shapely tight ass. Her legs were perfect and she drove men crazy with her sultry behavior and sexy figure. Francine was an orphan in Paris and adopted when she was 10 years old. She was treated well until she was 18 years old and then her adoptive parents began to have sex with her. Over the next three years Francine lost her virginity in all three holes to her father. She was thankful that he wasn't large but she still remembered the day that he took her anal virginity. Her mother introduced her into the world of female sex and Francine actually loved the female companionship. Francine loved to eat pussy while hers was being eaten and she and her mother often ate each other in a 69 position. Her father always took that opportunity to fuck Francine in the ass. Over the years Francine became infatuated with big cocks and she loved to have her pussy stuffed to the hilt with a big thick cock. On the island Paolo was always willing to fuck her pussy and at times she was double fucked with Thomas in her ass. The third man on the island, Jose, was even bigger and thicker than Paolo and Francine loved to have his cock fill her throbbing pussy.

Jose was a handsome Spaniard who was a renowned porn star before he came to work on the island. He was renowned for his large thick cock that was 11+ inches and over 6 inches around. He was also famous for his cum shots as his cock looked like a fire hose spurting on the bodies of his co-stars. Jose loved stuffing his cock into a tight young pussy and watching the reaction on the woman's face as she was filled beyond her expectation. Jose also loved the blow jobs he received from the female guests and also from Helena and Francine on the island. Jose did not miss anal sex as he had stuffed his large cock in plenty of asses when he was a porn star. He was still amazed at the porn actress's ability to handle his cock in their shapely asses. Francine and Helena were grateful that neither Jose nor Paolo tired to fuck them in their ass.

THE STAFF GETS TOGETHER

An evening after three of the female guests departed for home, the staff sipped on cocktails and watched the videos of the three guests in action. All three of the ventures had been successful and each of them paid handsomely to avoid a scandal and family embarrassment. The next day the staff was expecting two more unsuspecting ladies to arrive but for now they enjoyed the videos and each other.

As they watched the video they all got turned on. Spiro summoned Helena over to suck his cock and told Thomas that he could fuck her in the ass if he wished. Thomas smiled and moved over behind Helena as she dropped to her knees and took her boss's cock in her mouth. Thomas greased Helena's asshole as he had done so many times. He loved pushing his fingers into her ass and pussy at the same time. Satisfied that she was well lubed Thomas moved in and slipped his hard tapered cock into Helena's ass. He began a slow rocking motion as his cock slid in and out of her experienced ass. Thomas liked to go slow and make the ass fucking last as long as he could.

On the other side of the room Francine lay on her back with Jose between her legs and his big dick buried in her pussy. She turned her head to one side as she took Paolo's big cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. She was quite a sight as her petite body was dwarfed by the European studs and their impressive cocks. Francine loved the way Jose's cock filled her pussy and how the shaft stayed in constant contact with her clit. Francine would orgasm several times before either Paolo or Jose shot their wads.

Spiro watched as Thomas stiffened and he knew that Thomas was shooting his cum deep into Helena's rectum. Helena tensed for a second as she felt the warm cum fill her asshole and then she resumed sucking Spiro's cock. Helen reached between her legs and diddled her clit as Thomas continued to fuck her ass with long smooth steady strokes. Even though Thomas had cum he remained hard and continued to fuck Helena's ass. Spiro then unleashed his load into Helena's mouth and she swallowed every drop as she had done for so many years. Spiro's cock quickly softened in Helena's mouth and she sucked it completely dry before she let it slip from her mouth. Thomas continued to fuck Helena's ass as Helena frigged herself toward her own orgasm. Helena stiffened as her body rocked with her climax and her anal muscles tightened around Thomas's cock. Thomas stopped moving as Helena's body jerked out of control and then he withdrew his cock from her ass when she stopped moving. Helena collapsed face down on the floor.

Francine was close to her third orgasm with Jose's big dick still stuffed in her pussy and Paolo's huge cock in her mouth. Thomas moved over and knelt behind Paolo and lubed Paolo's ass in preparation. Thomas then slipped his cock into Paolo's ass and fucked him slowly as Francine continued to suck on Paolo's cock. The intrusion in his ass was enough to send Paolo over the edge and he fired streams of cum into Francine's tiny mouth. Francine grasped Paolo's cock tightly in an effort to control the force and the amount of cum shooting into her mouth. As Paolo came, his ass muscles tightened around Thomas's cock causing Thomas to cum again for a second time that evening. Paolo's ass gripped Thomas's cock so tight that Thomas was fearful that a sudden wrong move by Paolo and Thomas's cock might snap off in Paolo's ass. Watching Francine suck cum from Paolo's cock was enough to set off Jose. He plunged his cock all the way into Francine's pussy as deep as he could and then he fired a barrage of cum into her womb. Francine felt her pussy fill up with Jose's cum as she had so many times in the past. Before long his cock was swimming in their combined juices as Francine had yet another mind blowing orgasm.

"Okay that's enough for tonight my lovelies. We have new guests arriving tomorrow get a good night's sleep," Spiro directed.

But the staff wasn't done for the night and as soon as Spiro headed for his room that staff regrouped in Jose's room. Francine mounted Paolo's cock and her ass was quickly filled with Thomas's cock. Helena took her turn with Jose as he filled her pussy with his long thick rod. Helena had been looking forward to Jose's cock. Francine went wild with the double penetration and she orgasmed several more times. The last time was when she rolled over on her back with Paolo's cock still in her pussy. Thomas had slipped out of her ass but then he put his cock back in Paolo's ass. Francine begged Paolo to stop fucking her pussy as she was drained and her cunt couldn't take anymore. Paolo and Thomas rolled to their sides and Francine moved off of Paolo's cock. Francine then moved down and took Paolo's cock back in her mouth and sucked him until he came again. Thomas also came in Paolo's ass again which triggered Paolo's ejaculation. Francine swallowed every drop as she had before. 

Helena was screaming as her body rocked with her intense climax. Jose was pounding her pussy unmercifully as he raced toward his own orgasm. Finally his body stiffened and he flooded Helena's womb with his cum. She could feel the warm thick cum hit the walls of her vagina and fill her to overflowing. Jose's cum trickled out of Helena's pussy as he continued to stroke in and out of her cunt. Finally he stopped moving and when he pulled his cock out with an audible pop, Helena felt the cool air rush into her vagina. At that point the staff all returned to their own quarters to wash up and get ready for bed.

THE NEW GUESTS ARRIVE

The next day the private plane landed with two pretty female guests. Sophie was a woman in her late thirties who was the wife of a world political leader. She and particularly her husband could not ever survive a scandal so she was a perfect target for Spiro. The other woman Elsa was in her early twenties. She had formerly been a Swedish model and she was now married to a billionaire athlete. The athlete was world known and he had amassed his fortune with exorbitant salary contracts and endorsements. Spiro was convinced that the athlete would pay handsomely if they were successful seducing Elsa.

Sophie was an attractive woman with black hair and dark eyes. Her 35-24-35 figure displayed firm tits, shapely legs and a very curvy ass. One thing that was not obvious with her clothes on was her very pretty pussy. Sophie's pussy was perfectly shaped with neatly trimmed black hair. She also had a small white stripe running through her black pubic hair that made her pussy look even more alluring. Only her husband and her maid knew about her pussy and they both equally loved eating it. Sophie had been very discreet about her affair with her maid and only the two of them knew of their indiscretions. Sophie was attracted to Elsa on the flight and she secretly hoped that maybe she and Elsa may get closer on the island.

Elsa was not a virgin when she married her current athlete husband but she was not an experienced woman beyond vaginal sex either. She was a natural blonde with a 33-22-34 figure who stood at 5'6" and weighed about 110 pounds. She was a stunning girl who looked better naked than she did with clothes on. Although Elsa was inexperienced and somewhat naïve about sex she occasionally had a strange tingling in her loins when she was around good looking people.

Sophie and Elsa were lead up to the main house where they were greeted by Spiro and introduced to the staff. Spiro welcomed them and explained the brief rules of the island resort.

"The most important thing is that you allow yourself to be pampered and enjoy every moment on this paradise island. My staff will attend to your every need whatever it may be," Spiro told the guests.

"We are very laid back here and this is a clothing optional resort. The only place that clothing is required is this building. All your meals will be served in this building. Don't be shocked or too surprised when you see one of the staff members enjoying the sun in the nude," Spiro went on casting a mischievous smile.

Spiro explained the roles of each staff member and stressed once again that the staff was there to cater to every need of the guest no matter what those needs were. Sophie spotted the pretty French girl Francine and she wondered if Francine would attend to her special needs. Francine saw Sophie staring at her and she smiled in Sophie's direction. Sophie felt her loins stir when the French girl smiled at her.

Elsa was taken with the handsome Spaniard and Italian and she wished that either one of them were responsible for massages but Spiro had explained that Thomas was the masseuse on the island. Elsa planned to sun bathe by the cabana at the beach where Jose would be tending bar. 

Spiro concluded the brief introduction and the guests were shown to their rooms. Sophie and Elsa agreed to meet at the beach and relax in the sun and then walk around the island to become familiar with the surroundings. Elsa noticed that the room doors did not have locks on them but then there were no safety concerns so she dismissed it. Elsa put on her string bikini and headed to the beach. Sophie was already at the beach in a lounge chair with a drink in her hand. Elsa took in the older woman's beauty and marveled at her fit body. Elsa pulled up a lounge chair and sat next to Sophie.

Francine appeared to take Elsa's drink order. She was wearing a grass skirt but without a top. She had flower lei's around her neck that covered her breasts but her breasts were exposed when she bent over to place a drink on the table. Francine also wore flower ringlets on her wrists, ankles and a large one in her hair. She really looked the part of a French Polynesian girl. 

"She's no wearing any panties," Sophie whispered as Francine walked away.

Elsa looked at Francine as she walked away and noticed the bare skin peeking through the grass skirt. It was actually sexier to see her in her outfit then it would have been if she were totally naked. Sophie was already feeling the desire for Francine. Francine returned with Elsa's drink and Sophie never took her eyes off the sexy French girl.

"You should really have a massage later. Thomas is terrific and you will love the way he makes you feel," Francine told them.

"Maybe later, thank you!" Elsa replied.

Elsa and Sophie made small talk as they sipped their drinks and relaxed in the sun. Elsa then decided to walk around and check out the island. Sophie opted to stay at the beach and have another drink.

THE SEDUCTIONS BEGIN

Elsa walked around the island for short while and then she came upon the spa area where Thomas was. Thomas smiled at her and spoke.

"Are you up for a massage today mum?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know, I was just walking around," Elsa replied.

"Well I give a great massage and it is guaranteed to relax you after your long trip," Thomas said smiling.

"Oh sure, why not, I might as well," Elsa agreed.

"Take off your bikini mum and get up on this table," Thomas directed.

"Don't you have a towel?" Elsa inquired.

"Oh we don't use them her mum. They just get in the way and we are all relaxed here," Thomas replied.

Not wanting to appear prudish or offend Thomas, Elsa took off her bikini and got up on the massage table. She lay face down so that her pussy and breasts were not on display. Thomas smiled as she got on her stomach and then he looked at her beautiful ass. He felt his cock stir in his own shorts as she thought about sliding his tapered black cock into her lily white curvy ass. Thomas took some massage oil and began rubbing it into Elsa's shoulders and back. Elsa cooed as it did feel good. This was the first time a black man had ever touched Elsa but she was over her discomfort in seconds.

Thomas worked magic with his hands as they moved all over Elsa's upper body and she became totally relaxed. Thomas then moved his hands to her legs beginning with her feet and calves. Elsa was relieved that Thomas had bypassed her ass and focused on her legs. Thomas massaged Elsa's calves and then his hands moved higher to her thighs. He took his time with her thighs massaging one at a time and at times he came dangerously close to her pubic area but he never touched her pussy.

Then Thomas put an ample amount of oil on his hands and began to massage Elsa's buttocks. Elsa tensed at first and then relaxed as Thomas massaged her ass. Elsa was in a dreamy state when she felt Thomas hand slid into the crack of her ass. Then a strange thing happened to her as a tingle ran through her body. Elsa never realized that her ass was so sensitive. Recognizing her pleasure, Thomas allowed his fingertip to brush her nether hole. Elsa's body twitched but not in alarm but in excitement. 

Elsa's mind was racing and she was confused. She knew he shouldn't touch her there but she also enjoyed it. She knew she should tell him to stop but she remained quiet. Then she felt Thomas's finger probe her anus once again and she remained still and quiet as he had his way with her nether hole. Thomas sensed her submissive state and took it to the next step. He eased his finger into Elsa's ass little by little until his finger was buried in her rectum. Elsa remained still and allowed Thomas to finger her asshole and she felt tingles run through her body. Thomas wormed his finger around in her ass and then he slowly removed it.