by Jools Louise
Chapter 6:
Broadening My Horizons
A few days later I lay beside the swimming pool near my villa, having eaten breakfast earlier accompanied by the necessary shot of caffeine.
Jackson had headed off very early to see about a supply shipment, but he had told me to relax and enjoy the pool for the next couple of weeks. He insisted this was a vacation, and while I was eager to learn about the resort concept, I was also feeling the backlash of working for several months with no let-up, plus the stresses of dealing with the alien bitch ASM Karen back in England.
I heard the sound of splashing and pried open my eyelids to see one of the crew, Michael, powering through the crystal water in a fast crawl. I was mesmerised by his strength and stamina and lost count after the first twenty laps, but still watched his hard body ripple with muscle as he sliced through the cool water.
I had met Michael on my first morning, and had not had a chance to speak with him other than a hello or a wave as we passed.
At six foot three inches tall, he was powerfully built, his skin a dark mahogany colour, two shades darker than Caleb’s. Michael was the quietest of the crew, preferring to sit back and observe while his comrades bantered. His hair was close cropped and wiry, hugging his scalp. Broad shoulders narrowed to a slim waist. His legs were long with lean muscles and between his legs…well, let’s just say there was firm evidence that he was a very big boy. He had the air of a warrior, since he was extremely fit, but with an air of danger which had made me pause. I had noticed scars on his back, like those a whip would make and my heart clenched that someone had tortured him.
Caleb was manning the bar, and I noticed the sad expression in his eyes as he also watched Michael swim from his demons. He met my gaze, and I stood up, approaching the bar. A frosty glass of fruit juice was placed before me and I smiled my thanks.
Teasing, Caleb tapped a finger against his cheek, pouting his lips for a thank you kiss, and as I leaned in he suddenly turned his head and kissed me long and hard, leaving me gasping.
He grinned, white teeth gleaming against his dark skin, and I slapped his arm playfully.
“Tease!” I accused, then darted back as he made to grab for me before sauntering back to my lounger, my hips swaying invitingly. I remembered my arrival on the island, when Caleb had driven Jackson and me to the villa. He had kissed me passionately, and then he and Jackson had tag-teamed and made me come hot and hard as they kissed me. I remember the sexy three-way kiss, the two men seeming to enjoy tasting each other as I moaned in pleasure between their two hard cocks. It had been extremely hot watching them French kiss each other as they pseudo-fucked me.
I gave a shriek of surprise as Caleb’s arms suddenly grabbed me, and he ran forward with me before yelling like a lunatic as we both plunged into the pool.
Fortunately, Caleb had swiped the glass of juice from my hands before sending us into the pool, and I came to the surface gasping from the shock of cool water. I felt Caleb’s arms around me, giggling as he ducked me beneath the surface again, and I pushed him away, splashing him with a huge wave of water as I tried to escape.
Caleb was the joker of the crew, although in his quieter moments, he had told me pieces of his story. The scar on his cheek was the result of a knife fight in Los Angeles. He had been part of a gang from a very young age. Sexually abused as a child, he had ended up in “the system,” bounced between foster families, and had been seduced into joining a gang with promises of wealth and power. Caleb, not naturally a thug, had been ostracised as he had refused to be part of the violence which was prevalent among the other members. Challenged by one of the leaders, he had killed the guy, but not before being seriously injured himself.
Police had been called by a concerned citizen when he had been found at the tender age of nineteen staggering along a main road, covered in blood, his cheek split open by a vicious knife wound. Now he was a well-adjusted thirty-year-old, and he told her Jackson had saved his life. Jackson had seen the teenager’s case when three other therapists had failed to connect with the tough young man, and, as a qualified therapist, had offered to help the young man. Eleven years later, he was living on El Santuario, well balanced and happy, having put his past behind him.
Spluttering as a wall of water doused him, he came after me and we cavorted for a few minutes playing tag.
At one point, I squealed as I dove out of the way and found myself boxed in between the corner of the pool, and Caleb and Michael, who had stopped swimming to watch the craziness with a shake of his head and an eye roll.
“Need some help?” he asked, and thinking he was going to help me I sputtered, “Yes!”
Michael grinned, his smile flashing brightly and transforming his serious face into one of stunning male beauty. His eyes, a golden brown, sparkled brightly with sudden amusement. His hands grabbed me around the waist and I squealed again as he leapt sideways, dunking us both.
I heard Caleb’s deep laughter as I surfaced, and splashed them both as I tried desperately to swim away, heading for the shallows. I was a fairly good swimmer, but I was outmatched by the two studs that let me reach the shallow steps before they pounced.
I felt hands caressing my body, the darkness of their skin a stunning contrast to my lightly tanned flesh. Caleb’s lips met mine and I half lay on the steps, partially submerged as Michael moved between my legs.
Breathless, I shifted slightly, my lips being devoured by Caleb’s greedy mouth. My eyes locked with Michael’s and I felt his hands tugging at the clasp of my bikini top, baring my upper torso to his dark gaze. Kneeling between my gaping thighs, he leaned forward, his tongue lashing tenderly against the low slope of my breasts, lapping up the beads of moisture which trickled along my skin.
“Hmmm, you taste like sunshine,” Michael murmured, his eyes closing as he made love to me with his mouth, savouring the taste like a connoisseur tasting a new delectation.
I could feel the heavy weight of his man meat brush my material-covered clit and shifted restlessly against him. Caleb’s mouth moved downward, nibbling along my skin, and I groaned blissfully as both he and Michael latched onto a nipple each, sucking hard as their hands roamed every inch of my quivering frame.
“Hmmm, you taste sooo good,” Caleb muttered against my skin.
Pushing my tits together, I felt their tongues sliding over my flesh and looked down to see them alternating hot kisses between suckling on my hard nipples.
“I wonder if she tastes this good all over,” Michael murmured, his deep voice vibrating against my flesh and I nearly came then and there. I felt long fingers tugging on my bikini bottoms, and then I was moved further up the steps. Lying with my back on the cool tiles, I moaned passionately as Michael moved up, spreading my thighs wider with his massive shoulders before his hot mouth centred onto the throbbing pulse at my clit and sucked hard on the tiny nub of flesh.
I let out a tiny scream, bucking against him as I came suddenly, flooding his mouth with my juices, panting as he laved me with his tongue.
“Hmmm, delicious. You need to taste her, bro.” Michael growled, his tongue slicing between the folds of slick flesh as he snacked on my cream. My legs were parted even further, and I closed my eyes tightly as I felt another hot mouth join Michael’s. They alternated licks, and then French-kissed each other to share the taste of me, their growls of approval as I writhed against the passionate assault music to my ears. I stared down my body, watching the hot scene of the pair of dark-skinned hunks as they ate out my cunt, commenting on how good I tasted whilst sharing sizzling kisses with each other.
My legs were lifted to drape over Michael’s shoulders and I was totally exposed to their marauding tongues. I felt the cheeks of my ass being parted, and then I flinched as a tongue found my tiny hole hidden between. I’d never done anal before, and although I was curious, I was also a little scared. I was then beyond thought as I felt that torturous tongue probe against the tight ring of muscle. I clenched against the intrusion before relaxing, and then ca
me with a scream as one fat tongue stabbed deep into my pussy and the other into my ass.
“We’re gonna fuck this ass, Jess. We’ll fuck every hole and fill you with cum, then eat you out as you scream for mercy.” Caleb’s voice rumbled against my ass, and I felt his tongue continue its assault as Michael sucked hard on my clit. “Only we won’t be merciful, we’ll keep making you come ‘cos you taste so good.”
I screamed again, unable to do anything but writhe like a madwoman as the thought of them fucking me over and over had me coming once more, soaking their mouths as they lapped hungrily, drinking up every last drop.
“All our crew want a taste of your sweet cream, luscious, and sooner or later we’re all going to be dining on your pussy as well as eating out this tight ass.” Caleb was insatiable, his mouth biting each of my ass cheeks before swirling his tongue around my rear hole.
“Right now, I think it’s time you tasted some dark meat and cream.” Caleb stabbed deep inside my hole before lifting his mouth and grinning wickedly at me.
Delirious with pleasure, I felt myself lifted and carried to a wide couch. Michael’s mouth still ate at my cunt, ravenous as he licked and bit and suckled at my slick flesh and Caleb placed me on the soft cushion. Kneeling on the couch beside my head, I felt the head of his thick cock slap against my gasping mouth and I locked on. Licking at the salty cum oozing from the narrow slit, I moaned around the wide head, sucking hard on the spongy tip. Caleb yelled, his hips bucking as I tasted the thick morsel before pushing further in. He was a monster, and my mouth was filled to capacity as I tasted that thick head.
“Hot damn, I want some of that,” I heard it from a distance, and looked up as Dean and Raphael gave me a questioning look, their gazes hungry with lust. I nodded helplessly at the unspoken question to join in and suddenly two more mouths began to lick and suckle, paying attention to my breasts, as I writhed and moaned in pleasure.
I moved my head, trying to focus on the newcomers. Dean and Raphael, who had been watching mesmerised up until then glanced up at me, grinning wickedly, and I moaned again as the onslaught continued.
I felt Michael’s lips leave my pussy, then a growl as he placed the thick head of his cock snugly against my nether lips. My legs were still draped over his shoulders, giving him total access as he slid forward. His cock was the biggest I’d ever had, as wide as a wrist and at least ten inches in length. Caleb pulled out of my mouth, kissing me as I let out a pained moan at the telephone pole which was slowly splitting me in two. The behemoth between my legs was at least ten inches long, and about seven inches in circumference. Its dark length stretched my cunt to the limit, and I moaned at the burning ache as it sank deeper.
I panted, my body accepting the intrusion, and I whimpered as I felt Michael’s balls slap against my ass. He growled, head thrown back in an agony of pleasure at being fully sheathed inside my searing channel.
“That’s fucking hot!” I heard it from Caleb, who watched as I was impaled on Michael’s shaft.
“Holy shit! I thought you were going to shoot through the top of my head!” I managed to exclaim, feeling my inner muscles clenching around the thick wedge splitting my cunt, adjusting slowly.
Incredibly, the four men burst into laughter at my outburst and I regained some sense as I locked eyes with Caleb, Dean, and Raphael in turn, then finally staring down at the sight of Michael’s huge schlong spearing into my pale body.
I groaned at the sight, turning my head to the side. Immediately, two mouths latched onto my tits again. Caleb moved around to suckle there as Raphael pushed his dripping man meat inside my gaping mouth.
Raphael was Latino, slightly shorter than his comrades, who all topped six foot in height, but he was built like a bull, with thick shoulders and upper arms. His neck was heavily muscled, too, and I had heard he had been into wrestling in his youth. His cock was in proportion to the rest of his frame, and I hummed in pleasure at the delicious taste of his juicy meat sliding between my lips.
Dean, slender yet still nicely cut with muscle, was brunet. He had a nice bubble butt and his musculature was lean and nicely toned. Not quite so broad across the shoulders, his cock was somewhere in the eight inches region, and was pushing against the restriction of his brief trunks as he suckled on my hard nipples.
Michael began to move between my legs, shunting back and forth as I sucked on Raphael’s cock. I vaguely heard movement, realising that we had been joined by more of the crew.
One of my hands reached out, and a thick cock slick with pre-cum, Marcus’s, slid into my grasp. My other hand clutched a second cock, Louis’s, and everyone groaned as mouths and cocks and pussy slid against one another.
Michael was now pounding into my cunt, his balls slapping rhythmically against my ass. I felt his fingers part my cheeks, and one finger slid past the tight muscle of my sphincter. All my thought processes had shattered, and all I knew was that I had six men pleasuring me and I had never come so many times in my life.
I heard Michael roar, and looking up, his entire body convulsed as he came hard, pulling out at the last second and spurting heavy jets of cum across my belly and chest. Raphael followed closely behind, his salty cum filling my hungry mouth and trickling down my chin as I desperately tried to swallow it all. His cock left my mouth and as I looked around dazedly, I saw Marcus, Dean, Louis, and Caleb kneeling beside me on the lounger, jacking off before they all came hard, grunting as they spurted hot cream all over my tits, face, and belly. Screaming, my body convulsed and I bucked violently as more cum splattered over my heaving body.
“Jeezus, that’s hot.” I heard Jackson’s voice faintly over the roaring in my ears. I hadn’t heard Jackson approach, but apparently he had been watching the show. I saw Jackson move into view, his sexy frame naked and his cock already leaking pre-cum. Michael withdrew his softening cock, and I moaned helplessly as Jackson’s thick, naked member plunged deep into my clenching pussy.
“Oh, yeah, let me fuck that hot mouth,” Max said and shoved his cock between my lips, stroking back and forward as Jackson pounded between my other lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jackson cried out, and then I felt the hot splatter of cum as he wrenched out of me and covered my mound with thick cream, every muscle in his body etched as he came hard and fast. Max jerked, and he came as well, pulling out so that he shot cum all over my face as I opened wide to try and catch as much as I could.
I lay exhausted, covered in cum licking at the sides of my mouth to capture more of the delicious cream. A hungry mouth joined mine, lapping up the spunk, and I trembled at the hot scene of eight men sharing heated kisses filled with spunk as they dipped into the dripping mess on my body, before sharing a taste of cum juice and my sopping pussy.
“My name is Jess and I’m a cum junkie,” I quipped, hearing husky laughter from all eight men as I savoured their taste on my tongue.
“Welcome to the crew.” Jackson chuckled softly.
My eyes closed and I relaxed into the soft lounger cushion. Strong arms draped over my frame, and I heard a whispered “thank you” from each of the hot studs plus a “welcome to the crew.” I was surrounded by them as we all relaxed in a pile of warm, sated bodies and fell into blissful slumber.
Chapter 7:
Back to Business
The office in which I sat was state of the art. I had been on the island for three weeks and felt like a new person had emerged from the shell I had been before I arrived.
I loved the crew, having spent a lot of one on one time with each of them, sometimes just talking and others fucking each other mercilessly. I should be limping constantly after all the sex, but I was revitalised instead, and I was certain all the horizontal action was having a positive effect on my hips, thighs, and belly. It was either that or the rum. Some of them, particularly Caleb and Max, I had bonded with and felt close to them, while others were more circumspect and hesitant to reveal all their secrets, which was okay. We were beginning to bond, and for right now, were simply
enjoying being together. I had been accepted readily as part of their tightly knit group, and no one had made me feel unwelcome. It was just that some were more reserved than others. Since I understood that some had deep inner scars, I understood, and simply let them be themselves, with no judgments.
Excited at being offered a home on this lush oasis, I begged Jackson to let me get involved in learning more about the resort concept, and since he hated whining cum junkies—his words—he gave in, with a grin and a request for a blow job since he was being so amenable. His grin had turned to a tortured moan as I had immediately stripped his pants from his legs and engulfed his thick cock in one smooth move while he trembled and cried out until he jetted hard and fast into my suctioning mouth.
That had been two weeks ago, and staring at the reports in front of me, I grinned to myself, thinking all the cum I had drunk recently must have rejuvenating qualities, since I not only looked slimmer but felt about ten years younger. This cougar was definitely on the prowl. The reports were the results of the medicals we had all taken, proving we were all fit, healthy, and STD free. We had all voluntarily been tested for AIDS and the results were all negative. A relief, really, since while each of the crew and I knew we were clean, having proof in writing was nice.
“What are you grinning at?” Max’s teasing voice interrupted my naughty thoughts and I chuckled.
“Just thinking about how we could market the properties of cum.” I sniggered irreverently. That hadn’t been it, but every time I was around any of the studly crew, I had a sudden craving for cum.
The remark set us both off, as we joked about introducing cum face masks, cum wraps, and cum cocktails as a treatment for all kinds of conditions.
Max was a sweetie. Always upbeat, he had met Jackson about eight years ago, at the age of eighteen years old. His parents had been killed during a raid by police on his parents’ house, a case of mistaken identity as they had raided the wrong house for drugs, and had opened fire in a blisteringly stupid operation which should never have been allowed to happen. He never talked about that time, and I sometimes saw a shadow in his eyes, as though thinking of bad times. The scars he still carried were all on the inside, and I hurt for his loss, even though he didn’t dwell on the past.