11 comments/ 236771 views/ 47 favorites South Sea Island By: coolomon It was a tiny uninhabited island off the coast of Tahiti. I'd found work with a guy photographing birdlife for some magazine or other. He had two young islanders helping out as well, and another photographer who was holidaying in Tahiti with his young wife had decided to tag along. Barry was that guy's name. He was in his forties, as was I and Max, the bird guy. The two islanders were in their early twenties. They were powerfully built and both were light skinned, though still a deep brown. Wairangi's head was shaved and tattooed and Fiumu had a crop of thick black dreadlocks. They'd kept mostly to themselves during the first two days and unless speaking with one of us they kept to their native dialect. The young wife spent most of her time reading and sunbathing. She was a pretty English blonde with sensational legs and what appeared to be firm little titties. Not that we'd actually seen them – she'd been wearing white t-shirts though, and her tight nipples were constantly on display while the material hugged the gentle roundness of her breasts. And both days she'd worn tiny white bikini pants, which offered a fine view of the shape of her pussy lips and the little slit between them – a perfect camel toe. It was our second night. There was just the one grass hut and we were all spread around either sleeping or dosing off. There was a sheet partitioning a section of the hut for the married couple and behind that I could hear the obvious sounds of a slow, restrained fuck. I stretched around to have a look and saw that the girl was on her back with her legs spread and the guy was on top of her. I could only see up to their waists though, and it was too dark to discern any detail. Wairangi stood and watched through the other end of the sheet and Fiumu sat up. Max lit up a smoke, and we all waited for the guy to cum. His thrusts were getting firmer and more audible. The girl was silent but I could see her hips rolling as she split herself against her husband's cock. The next morning I was chopping wood for camp. Max had gone out early with his two guides and they returned without him. Apparently he was set up for the morning. I approached the hut but stopped short of walking in when I heard Crystal and Barry talking. "But I seriously don't have anything to wear..." Crystal was saying. "I'll have to see if there's any washing soap. Do you think Matt will have some? He seems to be in charge of things." "I'm sure there's some here somewhere but you look ok as is." "Oh, and you'd have me walk around amongst these natives like this would you?" "What! Nothing is showing," Barry chuckled. "Nothing until there's a gust of wind, and then everything!" "I guess... but that wouldn't be so bad would it?" I was looking forward to seeing what Crystal was wearing but instead of barging in I decided to go and get started on the washing. It was my next job anyway. There was a laundry with an old washing machine and generator. I started it up and put on a load then strolled back to the hut to see if there was any little sexy girlie things to be washed. I only just caught them. They were leaving for a walk and Crystal pointed me in the direction of a bundle of clothes. She had on a little summer dress, all flowers and very bright, and quite short. She was clinging to it to keep it from lifting. The wind was sort of gusty. I quickly gathered the bundle of clothes and went back to my work. From where I was I could see that Barry and Crystal had stopped to chat with Wairangi and Fiumu. The guys were resting back on the sand after having just finished their breakfast. They were both grinning up at Crystal standing in front of them. Barry had moved behind her and claimed her hands. He had them folded over her belly and he was holding them there while the gusts of wind toyed with her dress. It was billowing out nicely and I saw it fold up a few times to reveal what appeared to be a tiny patch of white covering her pussy. The four of them were laughing and chatting away. It seemed Crystal was going to be posing for a few photos and the guys were trying to get Barry to let them come along. They were denied but a little later I saw them heading off with fishing gear in the direction Crystal and Barry had taken. I quickly finished hanging out the washing and hurried to catch up with them. We followed a trail up over a small headland and down to a stream that was broad and gently flowed into a little cove. Across the stream Barry was set up with his camera and Crystal was posing against a rock with her dress slipping from her shoulders and occasionally she would lift it and flash some panty. The boys tossed in their lines and offered me one and we set up there watching from a respectable distance, yet close enough to appreciate. She carried on as if we were not there but she was continually looking over at us. Barry had acknowledged us with a nod, which I took as approving, and from then on he was focused on what he was doing. After half an hour of shooting he packed up his camera and they strolled off hand in hand to walk slowly around the cove. Fiumu left to go and find Max, who was apparently prone to getting lost. Wairangi and I sat chatting and fishing until Crystal and Barry returned from their walk. It was then getting on lunch time and we decided to follow them back to camp. We'd caught nothing anyway, and the thought of Crystal climbing back over the headland was pretty interesting. Mostly it was just a steep, windy trail but towards the top there was a pile of big boulders that had to be scaled. We reached them and there was some hesitation at the prospect of who would go first. "After you," Wairangi said and his grin split his face. Barry met his eyes and then mine. He knew what we wanted. Crystal had climbed the trail holding onto the hem of her dress, so as yet we hadn't seen anything other than her bare thighs and the occasional flash of a firm globe when a gust of wind caught her by surprise. She accepted her husband's hand and bravely stepped up onto a rock that put her above us. Wairangi immediately leant in for a look. Crystal had released the hem of her dress and the wind shooting up the rock face lifted it. She had on tiny thong panties and the little patch of material covering the lips of her pussy was completely transparent. We could see them clearly – we could see the smooth puffy roundness, slightly parting to reveal soft, delicate folds of pale pink flesh, and her lips seemed to open as she placed her foot in a chiseled foothold in the rock. She glanced down at us with her cheeks reddening a little. I'd leant in with Wairangi to have a good look and she seemed to pause before stepping up to the next level. Her thighs were wide apart and the little patch of see-thru gauze was folding into the slit between her pussy lips. I met Barry's eyes briefly and then I again looked at his wife's pussy. She'd stepped up but she then had to open her legs to step between two rocks and she had stopped to look back at the view down into the cove. The level of Wiarangi's head was at her ankles and he was looking directly up between her legs. I stepped up beside him and just caught a flash of Crystal's eyes as I leant around Wairangi's shoulder. Crystal was talking with her husband, pointing out the place they'd walked to and other places in the distance that looked interesting. Barry was watching us have our close up inspection of her pussy. It seemed her little panties were so transparent because they were actually damp. She'd stepped across to the other rock and closed her legs together but we could still see them, and from as close as we were it was obvious they were pasted to her pussy lips. When her legs were open there had even seemed to be a little glossy coating to her pink flesh and I wondered if Barry had fucked her again while they were away on their walk. We started off again and with Barry leading. Wiarangi and I kept close behind Crystal. She climbed slowly and deliberately, and whenever her legs were open she would look back down at us. "Enjoying yourselves?" she asked at one point. Barry was way up ahead and adjusting his camera for a shot of the cove. "Why don't you pull them aside so we can have a better look?" Wairangi grinned. He stepped up beside her and his hand moved towards her crotch but she caught his wrist. "I think you're doing well enough." Wairangi leant forward to look around the edge of the rock face they were pressed up against, checking on Barry. He then forced his hand under the front of Crystal's little dress. She fought him but his big hand had cupped her panties and his fingers were probing into her. "Don't..." she uttered, trying to wriggle away, but I noticed she was biting a little smile. She clung to his arm but it was huge and powerful and he easily pinned her back against the rock face while his hand mashed into her crotch. He'd worked the soggy mesh aside and I saw his middle finger disappear up inside of her. He then pumped her with it a few times but she managed to clamp her thighs together. "Fuck that's tight," Wairangi groaned. "Get off me," Crystal demanded, but it was noticeable that her voice was under her breath and not loud enough for her husband to hear. Wairangi wound the front of her panties around his fingers and ripped them completely from her body. She gasped and clutched at a branch sticking out from the rock face. Her other hand was gripping his shoulder and she was trying to push him away but he lifted her dress up to her neck and sucked her left tit into his mouth. He then leant back a bit to have a look. He had his forearm across her shoulders, holding her dress up and pinning her against the rock. He thumbed her left nipple and then he licked his thumb and wet her right nipple. Crystal's body shuddered and her sweet little tits bounced as his fingers trailed down to her belly and lower until his middle finger smoothed over her pubes. He inserted the tip of his finger between her lips and rubbed gently into her folds, separating them, and then he forced his finger all the way up her again. Crystal's head was arched up and away. She was anxiously looking in the direction of her husband, but I though she was more concerned that he might be watching. Her legs had fallen open a little and Wairangi was working her fluids into her clit. He had her hips rolling a little and he was letting his middle finger slip in and out of her pink little hole but he'd relaxed his hold on her and suddenly she pushed away from him and he almost lost his balance on the ledge they were standing on. Crystal tugged her dress down and stepped around the rock face and she quickly gained the level where Barry was just packing his camera away. Nothing was said about the incident and we continued our climb with Barry again leading. Crystal kept hold of her husband's hand for a while and Wairangi and I lagged back a bit. We'd almost made it to the top of the headland. There was just a level stretch of trail and then one final climb to the summit. As we began climbing again Crystal slowed and let Barry go ahead. She kept out of reach but each time she had to open her legs she would look back down at us with a teasing little smile in her eyes. We reached the top of the headland and rested. Nestled amongst the palm trees below was our campsite. There was another tiny stream there, merely a trickle of fresh rain water from the hills beyond, which spilled into a broad, shallow pool surrounded by mossy rocks. There was a flat, sandy park between our camp and what appeared to be a perfect surf beach. Fiumu was pulling on a wet suit and he collected his surf board and ran into the waves. Wairangi left us and hurried ahead to join his friend. I stayed close, chatting with Barry as we made our way down from the headland. Crystal kept ahead of us and on a few occasions I was treated to a nice view down the front of her dress. It was loose and it gaped to reveal her sweet little nipples when she had to turn and climb down some of the steeper parts of the trail. She had remained very quiet and appeared to be deep in thought. I wondered if she would tell her husband about Wairangi touching her and about me doing nothing to stop him. Had she screamed or something I would definitely have stepped in but at the time I didn't think that was what she wanted. To be sure, I didn't know what she wanted. Her body had responded – there was no denying the movement of her hips, pressing her open pussy against the guy's hand, and there was no denying the glossy coating of her juices upon his finger as it was coming out of her. But then at the first opportunity she pushed him away and hurried to her husband... but then she didn't tell him! Confused is what I was – confused, with a hardening cock that was just then responding to the sight of Crystal fixing her hiking boot. Barry had stopped to take another photo and I watched her sitting on a rock with one foot raised and her little dress bunched at her waist. There was still evidence of her having been fingered a little while earlier. I could see where her lips parted at the base of her pussy - that the tender pink folds were sort of pasted open, and deeper inside the flesh was a reddish texture and looked slick. It was obviously tacky, if not wet. I dare not say anything for fear of ending the moment. Her head was bowed but I knew she could feel my eyes riveted to her pussy. She'd undone her boot lace and measured it, and she was slowly threading it again. A tiny droplet of fluid appeared from between her folds and it oozed to fill the slit between the reddened flesh. It was kind of milky and I again wondered if her husband had fucked her when they were walking around the cove. I wondered if she was carrying a load of his semen and it was seeping from her, or perhaps it was her own lubricating fluids. My cock was throbbing against my belly and the thought of fucking her was throbbing in my mind. It had been over a week since the last opportunity I had had for release and the load welling in my balls was heavy and causing an uncomfortable ache. I was almost relieved when she finished tying her boot lace and stood brushing her dress down. We soon arrived back at camp where Max was eating lunch. We joined him and after eating we men sat around with a few beers while Crystal took a book, a bottle of wine and a beach towel over to the little rock pool. She had come from the hut in a white bikini. I watched her over her husband's shoulder and I noticed Max taking an interest as well. She had laid her towel in the sun and started applying sun-cream, and after applying it to her legs and shoulders she quite casually slipped her bikini top off. Barry saw that Max and I were continually looking over his shoulder and he turned to have a look. He was smiling when he turned back around "Do you want to take our beers over?" he asked us. "Would she mind?" Max asked in reply. He was a polite, gentlemanly type. "She might enjoy the attention," Barry assured him. We strolled over and Crystal blushed a little as she smiled up at us. She then glanced down at her breasts and looked back up the meet, first Max's eyes, and then mine. "Do you want some help with that?" Barry asked, motioning to the bottle of suntan-cream. "I'll be fine thanks..." Crystal replied. She then squirted some cream into the palm of her hand and after rubbing it into her belly her hand smoothed up over her tits. I wasn't sure of her age – perhaps late twenties, but her tits were like those of an eighteen year old. The were firm and sort of perky, with her nipples high, and right then they were hard and flicking nicely as her soft little fingers brushed over them. We settled around her with our beers while Crystal sipped her wine. We chatted about this and that – Max was always happy to talk about birds, and apparently there were hundreds of species on the island, many of which were quite rare and difficult to find anywhere near civilization. I had claimed the spot directly in front of Crystal and in addition to watching her breasts gently rise and fall upon her breath and occasionally catching her nipples jiggling when she laughed, I also enjoyed the view between her thighs. Of course I'd just seen her pussy in the flesh but I still liked the look of it cut open by the centre seam of a tiny pair of bikini pants. They were pulled up tight and her lips were split open. Her little strip of dark, finely trimmed hair was quite prominent and I wondered if she liked the feel of the seam against her clit. It was certainly cutting deep enough to be pressing against it. My view was to improve a bit later. Crystal went for a dip in the rock pool to cool off and when she came back the white material covering her pussy was almost completely transparent. She fussed around with her towel, getting down onto her hands and knees and giving Max and I an idea of how she would be to fuck doggy style. With her slender thighs nicely parted, her pussy opened and her pink inner-folds were revealed beneath the wet fabric. Barry was watching us checking his wife out. He had the bottle of suntan-cream and when she laid down he started smoothing the oily fluid into her back. She'd settled with her thighs slightly parted and Max and I still had a good view. Barry watched our faces. I could feel his eyes upon me. As he worked cream into the base of her back and smoothed it over her hip he leant to his wife's neck and whispered, "do you want to take these off?" "Here?" Crystal replied softly. "Yeah, why not? I don't think these guys will mind.." "We won't mind," I said quickly. Max was just gawking. He was speechless. "Well ok, but you have to keep watch for those two native guys. I don't want them to see me laying here completely naked." "I'll keep an eye on them," I offered and Crystal met my eyes. We had a silent little exchange about what had happened earlier, while Barry worked her bikini bottoms down over her hips. Crystal lifted her bottom while he pealed the clingy little garment down her thighs. I tilted my head to have a look around Barry's shoulder at her pussy. Her eyes followed me and after taking a moment to examine her I again met her eyes. Her cheeks had reddened. There was something playful yet evasive in her eyes. As if she was reading my mind she very slightly shook her head, and I understood she was saying that we could look but not touch. I smiled, sort of relieved to have some ground rules, and an open invitation to enjoy the view. Barry rubbed sun-cream into his hands and smoothed it into her thighs. Her head had lowered to her folded arms and her eyes had closed. She had her knees together and Barry kept his fingers well away from the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy. Between them we could see the delicate pink layers of tissue parting and sealing back together as his fingers worked into her thighs. He then oiled his hands again and shuffled back to apply the cream to her calves and ankles. Again he gave her a bit of a massage, and in doing that he worked her knees apart a little. He had her knees about three or four inches apart, enough that her thighs no longer met, and we then had a view of Crystal's slit. Still, her inner folds were sealed together, but we could see the soft tissue enveloping her clit and as Barry continued massaging her calves a glisten of fluid appeared and softened the texture of her pink flesh. Crystal lifted to look back at us again. She watched Max's face for a moment then I felt her eyes upon me. Her husband had moved away and he was busy fixing a place in the sand to sit. She wriggled her body into the sand, settling, and in doing so she edged her knees open a little further. Max and I exchanged glances and sort of congratulated each other on our good fortune. We chatted casually, with Max delving into his fascination for birds again. Crystal remained quiet. She was propped on her elbows reading and sipping wine but her breathing was measured and she was obviously aware of our constant gaze resting on the little gash between her thighs, which had started seeping an almost clear juice. Earlier it may have been semen but this was definitely her body's own lubricating fluid. South Sea Island Barry seemed pretty comfortable with the situation and after a while it became easier to openly appreciate the view between his wife's legs. I often looked up from staring at Crystal's pussy to find him watching me. There would be an agreeable light in his eyes and it would be ok to then go back to examining her. Max left us to return to his work and Barry settled back in the sand and seemed to dose off. He was still for quite a while then he rolled onto his side with his back to us and it was then that Crystal got up and turned over. She had a little stretch and then laid down on her back with her knees bent up. She wasn't taking any notice of me watching her. She just had another sip of wine and picked up her book again. Her legs were far enough apart to give me a fine view though, and as she read they sort of lazily swayed, and the soft pink folds of her pussy would gently peal open to reveal their glistening inner surface and then close and seal together. "That looks inviting," I said, kind of easily. She smiled lightly but otherwise didn't acknowledge that I'd spoken to her. I reached out with my foot and pressed against her left shin, forcing her legs open a bit more than they had been swaying. Her right leg immediately closed against her left, but when I withdrew she settled with them parted again. "Don't..." she said, sort of playfully I thought. I waited a few minutes, edging a bit closer, and then I started tracing around her toes. It was some form of contact at least, and she didn't object. I watched her face and got to stroking her foot, and as I rubbed over her ankle her legs stopped swaying. They were nicely open and she stretched and sort of rolled her hips. I don't know what I was thinking right then. It was just an instinctive action, but I rubbed up her shin to her knee and forced her leg aside again. She immediately tried to close her legs together but I rolled between them and shouldered her other leg aside as well. Her hand was then against my head, pushing me away, but I'd slipped my hands beneath her hips and I held her and shouldered her legs wide open. Her pussy was then only inches from my face and her inner folds had pealed open to reveal a deep, juicy gash. I could hear her voice but it was somewhere in the distance, and I could feel her fingers clutching my hair and ripping at the roots, but I lowered to her pussy and cut the tip of my tongue up through it. Her thighs were firm and they were crushing my neck and shoulder. She'd twisted to one side but I clung to her hips and started licking deep into her. She was hot and very wet. Her juices were thick and sweet and as I worked my tongue beneath the hood covering her clit I found a firm little button that seemed to cause her legs to open when I sucked over it and massaged it with my tongue. I worked over her clit for a moment and then I sunk my tongue deep inside of her again but her thighs were then crushing me once more and suddenly there was a foot against my shoulder and she managed to squirm away from me. My mind cleared and I sat wiping my mouth on my arm. Crystal was virtually cringing. She had her arm across her breasts and her legs folded up and away from me. She was glaring at me but her husband stirred and her demeanor quickly changed. She stood and walked to the rock pool, leaving me wondering what the hell to do. I moved back to where I'd been sitting earlier and as Barry sat and yawned I met his eyes with a forced smile and a nod. "I must have dosed off," he started happily. "Just for a few minutes," I lied. He got up and strolled over to the laundry. There was a kerosene fridge in there, which is where we had the beers. He returned with one for himself and one for me. My heart was still pounding but I managed to act cool and have a chat with him while we watched Crystal floating about in the pool. She hadn't looked over at us and I had no idea what to expect when she came back and dried off, still without meeting my eyes. She seemed ok in conversation with her husband. She was smiling and talking lightly about their plans for later that afternoon. She spread her towel and sat down. Her eyes then flashed across mine and I swear there was the hint of a smile. She then laid back and picked up her book, again with her legs bent up and that time her knees were even wider apart than before. I was sitting directly between her legs and I studied her face but she wouldn't look at me. There was just a tiny little smile and a calm confidence in her eyes that had me more confused than ever. Barry was chatting away and I was doing my best to respond but I couldn't keep my eyes off Crystal's pussy. She spent another hour sunning herself and during that time her legs remained open. Occasionally she would shift or lean over to pour some more wine, and when she did that her legs would stray wide enough that her pink inner folds would peal open to reveal what appeared to be an ever present hint of moisture. I could still taste her. Her sweet scent filled my senses and I constantly fought with the urge to ignore her husband and dive in for another frenzied taste of her nectar. Wairangi and Fiumu eventually started back to camp. We saw them in the distance and Crystal pulled her bikini bottoms back on. She remained topless and when they stopped for a chat she sat with her chest proudly forward and her shoulders back. The guys only stayed for a few minutes. They were hungry and asking if there was anything left over from lunch. Cooking was one of my jobs. I went with them and organized food, then I began preparations for dinner. Crystal and Barry went to find Max. Apparently there were some species of parrot that were likely to be found feeding late in the afternoon, which he wanted to show them. The three of us guys were playing cards when they returned. Max and Barry went into the hut to check out the photographs Max had taken that day. They left Crystal with us but she kept her distance. Her clothes were still hanging on the line and she busied herself taking them down and folding them. She had on another little dress that time. It was pink and quite short. It was also sort of clingy and we could see her nipples easily enough. The clothesline was two strands of wire between a couple of trees. One strand was fairly low, and she'd taken everything from that one. The other was a bit higher and when she reached for the first item the hem of her dress lifted and revealed those puffy little lips and that tiny strip of hair once more. She took down a few of the items while facing us. She didn't look over but she also didn't bother to tug her dress back down each time she lowered her arms. And for the last few items she turned and bent with straight legs to carefully place the folded clothing on top of the pile and pat it down. The little show ended and we went back to playing cards. The next time we saw Crystal was at dinner where she sat quietly by her husband. She still had on the little pink dress and her nipples were firm and on display throughout. Clearing the table after dinner I had a chance to look into her lap and found that she was sitting with her dress hiked up a bit and her bare ass on the wooden seat, and as I leant in over her shoulder to collect her plate I was treated to another quick glimpse of her pussy. We had a fire that night as it was a bit cool. Crystal sat on a folded towel, leaning back against her husband's legs. We drank and laughed, and we enjoyed another show with her dress around her hips and her legs restless and quite often opening to reveal that puffy little gash in the warm fire light. That night all was silent in the hut. I could see that the other three men were still awake. We were actually in the living area of the hut, spread around the floor. Crystal and Barry had the bed of course, but it was an old iron bed with noisy springs. They began to slowly squeak. It seemed he was fucking her with long, fluent strokes, and occasionally her uneven breath would end in a soft little moan. That seemed to go on an on for ages but his thrusts gradually lost their fluency and their bodies could then be heard slapping together. My hand was closed around my cock but I just squeezed and listened to Crystal being fucked hard behind the curtain. Her moans became more audible and when she went into orgasm her voice broke and a sharp little scream pierced the thick, salty air. Barry was completely silent but he was suddenly still and I knew he was unloading. I was up before dawn the next morning preparing breakfast. Max was there waiting and Wairangi and Fiumu soon wandered from the hut. Barry also came out, dressed and ready to go. He was apparently going with Max to watch him work. They were away before the sun came up and I was soon back in my bed roll asleep again. A few hours later the two islander guy's returned and Wairangi immediately strode to the curtain to have a look at Crystal. Fiumu hung back a bit but I got up and lined up beside him. Crystal appeared to be sleeping soundly. There was a sheet to her waist and her little tits were clearly visible through a flimsy lace nightie that had slipped from a shoulder. Fiumu appeared at the other end of the curtain and said something I couldn't understand. Wairangi nodded. "It's what she wants," he said in English. Wairangi knelt beside the bed and very carefully tugged at the sheet. It slipped from Crystal's body. She had a leg bent up slightly and her pussy was bare. He gently shifted her left leg aside and spread her, opening her puffy lips and exposing the pale pink flesh between them. Crystal's head turned from one side to the other and her arm lifted and folded above the pillow. "Give me that," Wairangi whispered, pointing to a satin bath robe that was hanging on the window. Fiumu handed it to him and he pulled the tie from the waist and tossed the robe aside. He then leant in and I watched the tip of his tongue cut in under one of Crystal's pussy lips. It sliced through from the base of her little gash, upward to her clit, and then he closed his mouth completely over her lips. Crystal's body responded. Her hips rolled and her fingers wound around the iron rail at the head of the bed. Wairangi was then holding her legs open and delving into her with his tongue. He had her grinding her pussy against his face but suddenly her eyes shot open and she started kicking and clawing at his head. She was glaring from me to Fiumu and frantically trying to fight Wairangi off but she never uttered a sound. Wairangi had captured her wrists and his neck and shoulders were too powerful. He got his tongue back up her and held her still while he ate into her little hole, working it open and exposing the reddened depths that were by then glistening and slick. Wairangi released one of her wrists and moved back a bit to search on the floor for the robe tie. Crystal Immediately got a foot against his chest and kicked away from him. She wriggled and twisted from beneath his body. She made it to the other side of the bed and onto her knees but he still had hold of one wrist and he pulled her back down and wound the tie around both wrists, then he pulled her up to the bed head and bound her hands to the iron rail. She laid staring at the wall while Wairangi pulled his jeans off and freed his thick brown cock. He knelt back on the bed with the monster swaying at his waist and he spread Crystal's legs. Her body was limp and she offered no resistance other than the look in her eyes. She'd turned them upon the guy and glared her defiance. Wairangi got down on top of her and positioned the head of his cock between her pussy lips then steadily pushed the length of it inside of her. "Fuck she's tight! He grinned back over his shoulder at Fiumu and I. Crystal blushed at that, and her head turned away again as Wairangi started fucking her. She clung to the iron rail and stared at the wall while he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and used her. Her shaved lips were stretched around his shaft and his huge balls were soon rolled up into the base of it and throbbing. He held firmly up her for a full minute while unloading. He then pulled back and left Crystal laying with her legs open and her little gash split wide and leaking creamy fluid. I laid down on top of her and slipped my cock in. Still Crystal had her head turned but her eyes had softened and there was the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips. Her body was soft and totally limp, but I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my cock as I slipped in and out of her, and as I pumped my sperm into her I felt her clench and it was as if her inner-walls were sucking me. I pumped a massive load into her and when I pulled out Fiumu was waiting with his cock in his hand. It was the longest cock I'd ever seen. It must have been at least twelve inches and it was thick and smooth with a pronounced head. Crystal's head had turned and her eyes were wide as she looked at it. "I'll be gentle," he said to her and she nodded slightly. He then opened her with the head and inserted about eight inches of the thing into her. Her body lifted and her hips rolled. Fiumu fucked her with long slow strokes and the glossy coating Crystal's pussy left on his shaft made it's way to within two inches of the base by the time her body convulsed in orgasm. He rode her through it, still gently, and then he started using her. Crystal had collapsed beneath him and again she was staring at the wall. He'd worked himself to the point of cumming and he spread her legs wide and edged up over her a bit further. "Just relax," he said to her. "I want to get it deep now." Crystal didn't relax. She gripped the iron rail and her eyes shut tight as Fiumu slowly forced his cock all the way in. He had his balls pressed against her and he started rolling his hips, keeping himself fully embedded and I imagined the head of his cock was fucking her cervix. It took only a minute or so and his body was still with his balls pulsing. Crystal was being injected with a third load of sperm only this time it was being pumped directly into her womb. She laid still and accepted it. Her eyes had opened again and remained set upon the wall while Fiumu finished unloading and then pulled back to leave her pussy stretched wide open. He got up and fixed his shorts, and the three of us stood looking at Crystal laying there with her legs spread and our cum leaking out of her. I left and went to have my breakfast. Wairangi and Fiumu soon emerged from the hut and took their surfboards down to the beach. Crystal didn't appear until a little later when Barry and Max strolled back into camp. She called her husband from the doorway of the hut and I spent a nervous ten minutes waiting for whatever was about to happen. The radio to the mainland and the police was in the hut and I imagined it would only take them half an hour by sea. I assumed Barry would wait for them to arrive but I decided to front him and face his wife. I was resolute and ready to have my eyes scratched out or my face pounded in as I walked to the doorway of the hut. They weren't in the main living area. The radio was unattended. From behind their curtain I could hear the bed squeaking and as I peaked around the edge of it Crystal's eyes settled upon me. Her head was bouncing upon her husband's shoulder. She was on her back with her legs spread wide and he was fucking her solidly as she clung to the iron rail above her head. I watched until the guy shot his load and then I carefully back away and left them. At lunch nothing was mentioned of the events that morning. Barry was cheerful and Crystal was chatty with he and Max, while offering the three of us guys only the occasional flash of her eyes. She had on only a tiny bikini top though, and her little denim skirt was quite short. She was sitting on an upturned wooden box with a folded towel for a cushion. Her legs were angled away from us but they were open to Max and he was constantly looking down at them. I collected some of the empty plates and took them to the laundry, which was also the kitchen. On my way back I deliberately walked around behind Max to have a look. Her knees were only a few inches apart but the box was quite low so there was a good view of her slit. She didn't close her legs. She just met my gaze and as I looked down her head turned away. I bent down to collect Max and Crystal's plates and I glanced up at Barry. He was watching me. He was behind Crystal and his hand was resting upon the back of her neck. His fingers massaged into her and as they did her legs parted a little further. Crystal was watching Wairangi and Fiumu. They were sitting back quietly looking on. "I think I'd better go and have a lay down for while," Barry announced and Crystal immediately turned to him. "I'll come with you," she said, a little urgently. "No it's ok.. Why don't you stay and keep the boys company. I'll only be an hour." Barry left and Max stood and went over to a tent he had set up with his work. Crystal followed him and disappeared into the tent as well. I went about my chores and the guys set up a card game which I later joined in. Crystal had been half an hour in the tent when she strolled over to get something from the fridge. She poured a glass of water and stood at the sink drinking it. She was watching us. When she'd finished her drink she strolled back, only that time she walked a little closer by us. She was looking directly ahead but I could see her eyes upon us and there was a definite exaggeration in the sway of her hips. Wairangi caught her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She slapped at his face and dug her nails into his head as he sucked one of the tiny triangles covering a tit into his mouth. Her legs opened as she writhed and squirmed to get away from him. Her little pink gash was glistening and Wairangi covered it with his big hand and after mashing his finger tips into it he forced his middle finger up her and started fucking her with it. Crystal fought him but her legs splayed open and with his finger spearing in and out of her and his palm mashing against her clit while he sucked her tits, she was soon convulsing and moaning in orgasm. Wairangi lifted her and carried her back into the laundry. He bent her over the washing machine and held her down with his hand pressed over the back of her neck. He freed his cock and forced it up her and then he fucked her hard until he came. Crystal remained bent over the washing machine as Fiumu got in behind her. He had his monster cock in hand and he placed the massive dome against her dripping little hole and leant forward into her. In contrast to Wairangi, he was very gentle. He again only used about eight inches of his shaft to fuck her and even with Crystal forcing herself back against him there was still about four inches of it exposed. Crystal's bikini top was bunched above her tits and her nipples were pressed against the lid of the washing machine. She was rolling her hips and working herself onto the massive pole that was inside of her. Fiumu kept a steady pace with his thrusts and he had a hand around her hip and his fingers rubbing against her clit. He was obviously getting close to cumming when Crystal's body again convulsed in orgasm. The young islander guy rode her until she settled. He then leant over her back. "Hold still for me now," he said to her and she nodded and gripped the back of the washing machine. Fiumu edged his knees between hers and opened her legs a little further. He then leant over her back again and closed his hands over hers. He then rolled his hips slowly and firmly and forced the remaining length of his cock into her. He was pressed hard up against her and he started humping slowly and deliberately. South Sea Island Crystal's eyes were wide and her fists were clenched. The guy's face was in her hair and his chest was pressed against her back. Her tits were squashed against the lid of the washing machine. She was completely pinned down and the swollen head of cock was at least twelve inches inside of her. Fiumu bucked and his entire body convulsed. Crystal's eyes rolled back to watch his face. He thrust once more and she ground her butt into him, arching her hips and presenting her body for even deeper penetration. He clamped himself against her. His legs were apart and I could see his big black balls contracted up into the base of his cock and throbbing. Crystal's body appeared to relax as her belly was being flooded with sperm. Her eyes had closed and she seemed to be biting down on a little smile. Fiumu finished filling her and lifted from her back. His cock was still semi-firm as he extracted it from her. It didn't appear to be quite as thick anymore but the massive purple head was still swollen and his shaft was slick and dripping with their combined juices. When Fiumu stepped aside I took my place. Crystal looked back at me but she didn't attempt to stop me or move away. "I'm getting sore now.." she said and her voice was so sweet, there was no way I could then fuck her. "So fuck her in the ass," Barry said sort of casually. "We didn't say anything about that!" Crystal complained but she was smiling and she still didn't attempt to get up from being bent over the washing machine. My heart was in my throat and Wairangi and Fiumu had both turned an ashen white. Barry stepped into the laundry shelter and smoothed hair from his wife's face. "You might have to force her," he said to me, smiling broadly, and Crystal blushed. I touched her back, rubbing firmly up to her neck, and I pressed my hand there. "Don't.." she uttered, peering back at me and squirming her butt against my cock, and a cheeky little smile curved her lips. Fiumu laughed but Wairangi was still in shock. I levered my cock down and pressed the head against her pussy lips. It sunk in easily and her body squirmed back against me. My load was already welling in my balls but I pulled back and touched the head of my cock to her sweet little hole. She whimpered. I didn't know if it was part of the act or not. She then gripped the washing machine as I opened her with the head of my cock and slowly forced my length into her. Crystal's eyes remained set upon her husband's face while I fucked her. I kept my weight upon the back of her neck but she wasn't resisting. She was even grinding back against me when I was fully embedded, and when I was pumping my load into her she kept her hips arched and allowed me to shoot it as deep inside of her as I could. "So you guys planned this?" Wairangi asked, finally waking to the situation. "I can't believe it took you three days to make a move. My beautiful wife was half dressed and wagging her tail at you all the while. We started to wonder if you were all batting for the other team." Crystal lifted and untied her bikini top and I had a feel of her tits. She kept her hips arched for me and I still had my cock in her ass. Fiumu was laughing and Wairangi was coming around. They wanted to know if they were allowed to keep fucking Crystal and Barry was agreeable, as long as there was no violence. He explained that we were allowed to force her but if she actually said no or stop then the game was over. I pushed Crystal back down and with my cock having firmed again I started working it in and out of her tight little hole. She was incredibly tight, but with the semen I'd already pumped into her she had become more wet and slippery. She lifted her butt to me and I pounded her hard and shot another load of sperm deep into her body. Wairangi stepped up after I'd finished. He'd worked his thick brown cock to full erection and he took hold of the back of Crystal's neck and while holding her down he used her and pumped another load of sperm deep in her ass. Crystal spent that afternoon sunbathing naked. Max was informed of what was going on but he seemed unsure of how to approach her. That night however, after Barry had fucked her he held her down and let Max have a turn. And after Max had finished we all watched Fiumu bring her to a screaming orgasm with his monster cock before he forced the last few inches in. Barry had held her arms above her head the whole time and he still held them while he watched the young islander inject his sperm directly into his wife's belly. We ended up spending two weeks on the island. Never once did Crystal surrender easily though. It would always be a fight to hold her down and we all ended up with bruises and scratches, but once you got your cock in she would settle and either work you with that tight little pussy, or if you were in her ass she would wriggle back against you until you shot your load in deep. And sometimes late in the day she would agree to suck your cock and swallow your cum to avoid being fucked again. I know her husband enjoyed watching her being taken but I never did figure out just how much of Crystal's initial reluctance was for real.