The Dark Atoll: The Castaways: Book 1

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  Lowering my head to her shoulder, thrusting firmly, I whispered, “Christie, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop before my ugh, my orgasm…and switch to Allie again.”

  Christie nibbled my ear and whispered back, “I know. And there’s no way I’m letting you. I’m going to have to apologize later, and I knew I was lying about letting Allie have you before you finished in me but don’t tell her that. Oh, whoa, whoa, oh yeah!” and she bucked her hips upward against my crotch, forcing me as deep inside herself as we could manage, crushing my balls against her groin.

  I continued rocking in and out of Christie’s perfect body, but I was getting the hang of having some amount of sexual control now.

  I said calmly, “Allie, Sweetie, come here.”

  Allie knelt beside me and said, “Is it my turn? Christie, is it my turn?”

  I said, “Sweetie, I have a special turn for you in just a minute. Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you. I have something special for you. Just trust me.”

  Allie said, “But I want to um, be like that. Like Christie is.”

  I said, “I know. But I want to give you something else. You’ll like it, I promise. Oh no!” and I began shooting my semen straight and deep into Christie’s tunnel.

  Christie smiled and squeezed me and stared into my eyes as I grimaced and stared back into hers.

  She said, “Oh yeah. That’s nice. Allie, I don’t know what kind of a surprise Florin has for you, but I bet you’ll love it.”

  I gasped raggedly and said, “Yeah, in just a minute. Um, Allie, come lay down beside me. Here on the sand. Yeah, just lay down like this and relax.”

  I collapsed on top of Christie’s body and tried to catch my breath for about a minute or so. Then I kissed her and whispered my appreciation and thanks and gently pulled out and off of her.

  Christie was so beautiful. Again, I felt like I hadn’t really looked at her before. It seemed like after every new step, I looked at her differently. Here she was, blond crudely cut short hair, toned muscles, tanned skin from head to toe, beautifully flared hips, large firm breasts topped by firm pink nipples, and a wonderfully lovely vulva peeking out between her thighs, open and showing the evidence of having just enjoyed making love with me. She smiled and put her hands behind her head and reassured me with her eyes. She even gave me a wink as she stretched and then relaxed.

  I smiled back at Christie and then turned to find Allie lying beside me, legs spread widely, with a wild hungry look in her eyes.

  I moved to lie beside her and put my left hand under her head. I bent down and kissed her more tenderly than I had done since we had met. At first, she didn’t seem to know what to do but she quickly figured it out and began kissing me back.

  CHAPTER Fourteen - Harmony

  Like everyone in my family, I had a tiny sub-dermal implant in my hip that did several things for me. First, and most importantly, it let the NORGs monitor my heart-rate and breathing and blood-pressure and things like that. It provided some level of tracking so that I could be found, if the distance wasn’t too far. And lastly, it provided a constant enhancement to my natural hormones related my ability to have an erection. It was like a permanent dose of the drugs that men used to increase erectile function. Since it didn’t increase my libido, that is, it didn’t make me want sex any more than I did naturally, I had received it when I was young, when I had first been taken to the family compound before the cataclysm. It didn’t make me horny; it didn’t increase my semen or sperm count; but it did make my sexual recovery time shorter. My Pops and my dad had explained to me at some point that it made them able to have sex maybe half a dozen times a day, and sometimes several times in a single hour. The way that I was feeling at this moment, I could believe it. And I was counting on it.

  As Allie and I continued to kiss tenderly, I started stroking her neck, and then her arm, with my right hand. A few minutes later, I was exploring as much of her body as I could reach. I fondled her chest, slid my hand around her stomach, caressed her hips, and eventually brushed my fingers gently over her pubic hair and the outside of her vulva. Allie’s response was mostly to kiss me ever more passionately, moving her body toward my hand, wherever it happened to touch her.

  I noticed Christie sitting up now, watching us.

  Christie said quietly, “I think Allie maybe got the best of this deal. You are both so beautiful like that. I’ve never seen that before.”

  I continued my gentle lovemaking with Allie, and Christie continued to comment rapturously.

  She whispered, “Wow. The movies were never like that. I feel kind of ashamed now.”

  I said softly, “No, we’re learning. I think what you did was good. We needed a jump-start.”

  Allie groaned, “Oh, yes. This is so nice. Florin, you’re touching me.”

  I said, “Yes, my love.”

  Allie smiled at me and squirmed her hips and I let my hand roam lower. Allie’s hair was black, and she had just a little bit of it above her pubis. She wasn’t shaved, obviously but she was fairly sparsely covered. And there was no hair between her legs at all. I liked it but I wondered about it. She was naturally trimmed for some reason. I played with the hair there and looked over at Christie to see how she compared. The blond girl noticed me looking at her crotch and spread her legs a bit wider, giving me a better view.

  She looked puzzled for a second, glancing down at herself and then over to where my hand played with Allie, and finally said, “Our pubic hair? Oh, why is it short? Or do you mean, why do we have any at all?”

  She touched her face and stroked an imaginary beard as if to tell me the answer. Yes, I didn’t have any hair on my face. It was easier to have it lasered off permanently when I was old enough to start shaving. Shaving was a bother and there was no way that we were going to stock enough razor blades or electric razors to last a life-time. My father and grandfather both opted for permanent hair removal, and for me it was just a given. I think that Christie understood that. Come to think about it, all of the men that I had seen at the trade village had full beards.

  I said quietly to Christie, “Laser?”

  She nodded and said, “In high-school. Just the lips and sides. For swimsuits and thongs. Lots of girls did. Like getting our ears pierced.”

  I went back to concentrating on Allie who was squirming constantly, moaning and trying to get me to touch her more firmly without actually moving her body too much. I decided that it was time to oblige, and I slid the palm of my hand down over her lower abdomen and cupped her sex gently. Allie rotated her hips so that she rubbed against my hand and tried to push onto my fingers. She was wet and open, ready for more.

  Reviewing everything that I had learned about sex academically, I decided to take this to a new level. I slid down Allie’s body, kissing at each nipple as I went, moving ever southward until my head was between Allie’s legs and my lips were at the lips between her thighs. She whimpered suddenly in realization of what might be happening next and raised her head to look at me. I met her gaze from my position between her knees and then stuck out my tongue and touched her.

  I licked slowly up from the bottom of her slit until her clitoris was pressed against the flat of my tongue. I didn’t know what I was doing, so I tried hard to pay attention to any clues that Allie would give me. Her response was to pull her knees back toward her hips and spread them wider, inviting me closer. I raised my hands to her breasts and set my mouth at her tender garden and took my time caring for her.

  I had climaxed twice in the past little bit. I didn’t know how long we had been making love but with was probably between a half-hour and an hour. I felt no pressure to hurry and do it again for my sake. I took my time, listening to Allie’s body, and taught myself about lovemaking from her responses.

  But there was more to it than that. I was being deliberate. Not only was I learning to make love, I was teaching both Allie and Christie that making love was available to us any time we wanted it. We weren’t in a hurry. We weren�
��t afraid. We weren’t in danger. We didn’t need to worry that this was our only chance and that we might never get another. And beyond that, I was bonding, drawing boundaries, and establishing a culture and a new societal rule over my kingdom.

  Sex and love created bonds. That’s what I had been taught. Bonds provided mutual safety and protection, physically and emotionally. Bonds created family and society. By society, I meant community. Bonds gave us something to be part of that was bigger than ourselves.

  The boundaries that I was drawing were about how we would treat each other; and who would be included in our family. Yes, we might go at it like horny beasts at times, like we had a few minutes earlier, but we would also take it slow and careful, caring for each other as much as for ourselves. This wasn’t something I was doing to Allie. This wasn’t “doing sex” where I did it and she allowed it. This was something that I was doing for her, not to her, for me. I was enjoying it, but she was the one writhing and moaning, shuddering now and then as I kissed and fondled her.

  And the culture that I was establishing was one where we cared for each other, provided for each other, were unselfish with each other, were patient with each other, and where I was in charge when necessary. That was important. I was in charge when necessary. A few minutes ago, Christie had taken charge and lead us into lovemaking in order to increase our bonds and facilitate our healing. But Christie wasn’t in charge unless she was the one who really knew what to do at the time. She had known what to do. She didn’t guess and try something that she wasn’t sure of. And she didn’t act in opposition to anything that Allie or I knew would be better. When she knew what to do better than I did, she would be in charge. A lot of the time, I would be the one who knew what was right and I would be the one to act. Christie had brought Allie and I to a more open sexuality; I was bringing all of us to a more sustainable and healing sexuality. One that could be counted on and didn’t require an extraordinary circumstance to get started. We would have to live as a team, but I had to be the captain. I had to be the captain because I was the one who was most qualified academically and psychologically.

  The fingers of my right hand were curled upward into Allie’s wetness now, stroking her G-spot. At least that’s what I thought that it was. I’d read about it and was pretty sure that I knew what I was looking for when I found it. Allie seemed to think so.

  I pulled myself up onto my knees and started to brush the sand from my penis with my left hand as I continued to stimulate Allie with my right.

  Christie exclaimed, “Oh, let me do that!” and she knelt beside me and dusted me off.

  When as much of the sand as she could find was gone, she quickly bent down and put me in her mouth and washed me wetly. She didn’t really linger. She was doing something for Allie and me, not trying to excite me or herself. She didn’t have to excite me at all. I was plenty excited now. The smell and taste of Allie, and the feel of her flesh and her juices had me ready to go.

  I positioned myself between Allie’s quivering thighs and replaced my fingers with my post. Allie’s eyes had been closed most of the time up until now and when she felt something much firmer than my fingers enter her, she moaned loudly and gasped for breath. I played just a few inches in for a few strokes and then pushed my full length into the hot tunnel of her womanhood. This was just the second, no, third time that we had intercourse. It felt incredible. Twice with Christie, no, that had been three times as well, and now the same amount with Allie. Her vagina squeezed me tightly, holding me and hugging me. I rested as deep inside her body as I could reach and then slowly withdrew until I was barely in at all. Without pausing, I pushed back in and started a slow, deep rhythm, pulling out half way and then pressing hard at the back end of her vagina on each stroke.

  Allie climaxed every dozen strokes but I wanted to give her more. I sped up my thrusts to about twice what I had been doing, and Allie began to arch her back and cry out louder and more frequently. A few minutes later, I grabbed her hips hard and drove myself down into her and shuddered in my own climax.

  It was good. It was different. It occurred to me that I had never taken time to really feel what I was feeling during all of this. I had focused on what Allie was feeling. Or what Christie was doing and wanting. Or I hadn’t been focused at all. This was all really new, and I hadn’t really tuned in to what was happening each time we had been together sexually. We were moving into more comfortable territory, day by day, and next time I needed to learn more about me, not just about the girls.

  Allie and I held each other tightly as we climaxed together, and then we started kissing. This time is was more congratulatory than anything else. We kissed each other the way that you would kiss someone who had just won a prize. I think that both of us felt like we had. We had gold medals in lovemaking, at a beginner’s level, anyway.

  When we parted and I rolled onto my side next to Allie, Christie said, “Wow. I…I don’t even know what I’m feeling.”

  Allie laughed and said, “You’re feeling like from now on you better not tease me like you’re going to get all the good stuff and I get leftovers.”

  Christie said, “Well, something like that. I feel really aroused but more, I don’t know, emotionally. What happened?”

  I said, “The universe changed.”

  She said, “Yeah. Like that.”

  Allie pulled herself onto my shoulder and Christie did the same on the other side.

  Allie said, “Christie, I can’t complain though.”

  Christie said, “I should hope not!”

  Allie laughed again, and said, “No, not about that. I’m not complaining at all. Wow. But anyway, I mean, thank you. I kind of don’t really know what you did but you made things better. Did you just hold me up in the air while Florin fucked me?”

  Christie said, “Well, yeah, I did. But that was nothing, right? I’m kind of sorry now.”

  Allie said, “Don’t be. I don’t know what actually happened, it’s kind of a blur but I guess I know that you made all of it happen somehow.”

  I said, “She absolutely did. Christie did exactly what we needed. And Christie, I’m going to make sure that you don’t miss out. That’s part of what changed, right? From now on? That from now on, we have all the time and all the permission that we need to learn how to make love with each other.”

  I hugged both of them and said, “Girls, I love you both. You’re OK with that, right?”

  Allie said, “Of course. I um, didn’t I say that before? I thought it. That’s why I brought Christie. Christie, Florin told me his dad had this big family with a dozen wives and that it was like a fairy tale and they all loved each other and it wasn’t weird at all and he said that was the only way that he would marry me, so I made you come with us so that you could be happy.”

  Christie raised up on one elbow and looked at me.

  I said, “Well, Allie, that isn’t exactly what I said.”

  Allie said, “It was something like that.”

  I said, “Um, Christie, my grandfather had six wives, and my dad had two. They were really happy. It just worked for them. They all fell in love and there was never anything weird about it. I just grew up that way. When I first met Allie, I mentioned it and forgot that not everyone does that and she kind of told me that she was OK with it and then stuff just happened. She demanded that the others give you to us because she wanted you to be safe, not because she needs you to, I mean that I needed to have you be…well, you didn’t have to but you wanted to I guess, because after you drowned, you wanted to, so…”

  Christie said, “You guys, chill. I did want to. I don’t know how I knew we would be like this, and I didn’t really even think about it. We were together and Allie and I were both going to love you and I could tell that you loved us, so I didn’t even think it was weird or anything. When I woke up and you were there, it was like love at first sight and stuff and I just wanted you to jump me and I don’t know, like be bonded. But like it’s like we aren’t even like three different p
eople. It’s like me and Allie are your wife, right? Like just your girlfriend, like the two of us are your girlfriend. Not two girlfriends, just your one girlfriend. I don’t know. Like we’re um, like you have a wife and that’s us.”

  I said, “That’s kind of how my grandmothers and my moms described it too.”

  Allie said, “Christie, we’re a squad. Like a team. We play different positions, or we rotate positions but we’re one team. Like in cheer. If we make a pyramid, who is it?”

  Christie said brightly, “Yeah! It isn’t like six people. It’s one pyramid. Or one volleyball team with six girls. We work together but we’re just one team. That totally works. Can we really do six though?”

  I said quickly, “Whoa, hold on. It doesn’t mean…”

  Allie interrupted, “Six! Yeah. It almost has to be, right? Otherwise some spots don’t get filled, and I don’t mean spots like sexually, so stop thinking that. Christie, that’s perfect! Six!”

  I tried again, saying, “Now, wait. I don’t think you understand…”

  Christie jumped back in and said, “Yeah. Do we even know how many there are?”

  Allie said, “How many what? Oh, how many people. I don’t know. Let’s try to think.”

  I said, “You told me that there are about ten tribes with 15 to 30 people each.”

  Christie said, “No, not that many anymore. Allie, I don’t know what it was while I was dead as a mush but before that, there wasn’t that many.”

  Allie said, “And Florin killed Jack and Bubba and the other three. Let’s see. Start with Them. I think…wow, I think again. That’s weird. My brain fog is like gone now. OK, Them. There’s…here, let’s draw a map.”

  Allie jumped up and smoothed out a place on the sand and started drawing with her finger.

  She said, “OK, here are the islands. Here’s the two main ones.”

  I said, “At one time, there were about 200 little bits of land altogether.”

  Allie said, “Maybe so. Lots are just tiny bits of sand, and some come and go with the tides. It’s going to rain again in a few minutes. We need to hurry. Two bigger islands. Seven, eight, nine like this, where people stay all the time. Nine plus two. They are on the ones here. Here, and here. Three of them. The breeders are on that smaller big one. The Others are on the bigger big one at the trade village. Then there’s a little Others camp here.”