She wanted to stop him, but she couldn’t bring herself to say no.
He moved them to the bank and she went down on her hands and knees. He crowded behind her, parting her wet ass cheeks. Before she knew what he was up to, his face was there, tasting her ass, her cunt, licking her like he was starving for the taste of her.
He growled into her sopping pussy, and she bit her lip, her elbows feeling weak. The hot, wet probe of his tongue pushed into her tender hole, then rubbed sensuously against her anus, swirling back and forth until she was weak and wobbly with desire.
She didn’t know where he was going, what his intent was.
When he rose behind her and she felt the push of his cock into her vagina, she sighed in relief. She’d never had anyone in the other hole before and wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
His slow, long slide inside her pussy had her backing up against him, clenching her ass cheeks and thighs. He dug his fingers into the roundness of the cheeks, smoothing around them in a circle as if loving the flare of her hips and ass.
Moving his hand, he touched her exposed anus, and she stiffened, then found herself opening to his thumb tickling the tight bud as he pumped his cock slowly in and out of her.
“You shouldn’t do that,” she murmured, jerking again when he sucked his thumb and then pressed it inside her forbidden hole.
“Why not? I want to possess every inch of you,” he growled, stretching her slowly.
She gasped, throwing her head back, arching her back at the pleasure he created within her. The slap of his balls was erotic to her ears as was the soft smacking of his cock pulling in and out of her milking channel.
“I want to fuck you here,” he said, plunging his thumb into her ass for emphasis.
“I’m afraid,” she said, stiffening.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said, and when he pulled his cock out and replaced his thumb with that huge head, the burning press was almost too much.
“Don’t tense up,” he commanded, moving to stroke her clit with his fingers.
Her little nub swelled under his hand. She felt him gather her juices and spread them over her ass. The cream of her body eased his entrance into that tight, unused hole.
A cry ripped from her chest when he sank in all the way and plunged three fingers into her pussy. She was double-filled and tight, stretched almost to the brink of pain.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all. Push back against me. I won’t go no harder than you can take.”
“O..okay,” she said, whimpering, moving experimentally back against him. The moment she rolled her hips and heard his satisfied groan, she knew he had what he wanted.
He worked slowly inside and out, keeping that hand inside her pussy, his thumb on her clit to keep her lubricated and relaxed.
A tension was building within her than she hadn’t experienced before. She hadn’t expected to enjoy anal sex, had always argued against it, but she’d never experienced a masterful, dominant lover.
He bent her to his will, making her submit to his demands, and god help her, she enjoyed it.
Tremors of pleasure built to a fever pitch within her, stoked at a slow boiling point by his careful, precise movements. He quickened his pace, sensing her tighten around him, her closure to fulfillment. The impending climax allowed him more freedom to fuck her ass the way he wanted, hard and rough. The bud relaxed around his thick cock, and seeing his shaft disappear in and out of her spread cheeks made him want to explode.
The erotic imagery of her bending to his will was too much. He groaned and pumped inside her, driven over the edge by her orgasm and the sweet clench of her anal muscles, her bucking backside swallowing him and milking the seed from his body.
He spewed inside her until there was nothing left, then withdrew before he could hurt her, and collapsed on the bank, rolling to take her into his arms.
She was trembling, cold from the water drying on their skin, dirty from the sand on the beach.
After their breathing had returned to normal, she finally looked up at him.
“I think we need another bath,” she said.
He chuckled. “I think so too.”
***
Dante caught them splashing each other in the water. They were both still naked.
“Damn, man. What’s a brother got to do to get a little peace around here?”
Dante said it with a smile, but she could see he was embarrassed to catch her not once, but twice in one day frolicking naked.
It made her laugh.
Zach sheepishly led her out of the water and they both got dressed. He spotted shaving cream and a razor in Dante’s hand. “Hey! You’ve been holding out on us!”
“Damn straight I have. I got first dibs. My hair needs cutting. I ‘bout can’t stand it anymore. I feel like a beast.”
Zach scrubbed his face. “And I feel like a mountain man. Let me know when you get done. I want a turn.”
“Sure thing, Zach,” Dante said, scooping handfuls of water onto his head to wet his hair.
Jasmine pulled her clothes on and watched the water run down Dante’s bare, black back. He had the musculature of an athlete with no spare fat anywhere on his frame. The droplets mesmerized her for several moments before he turned and caught her staring and grinned.
“I can help you with that. I know it’s hard to shave your head on your own. Especially since we don’t exactly have a mirror out here.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “I don’t know. You sure?”
“Yeah. You’d be better off if I did it, don’t you think? A cut in this environment could kill you if it got infected.”
He laughed and handed her the razor and shaving cream and a bowl of water fashioned from a section of bamboo. “If you knew how many times we’d been shot and sliced open, only to miraculously heal back into shape, you wouldn’t think stuff like that.”
“I almost forgot about that,” she said quietly, watching him flick creepy crawlies off an old stump and take a seat.
“Yeah. We look and act so normal.”
“You do. It’s easy for me to forget.”
“Not for us. Especially not when they’d been trying to figure out how to dispose of us permanently without having to worry about us coming back to life.”
She blanched and spread cream over his head. “And did they?”
He shrugged then held still when she pressed the blade to the front of his head. “Don’t know. Maybe. Some of us didn’t make it out of there and I never saw them again. I assumed they figured out how to replicate it and how to eradicate its existence. We weren’t about to sit still and let them dispose of us as trash. Even though we’re not the same as we were, it doesn’t mean we want to give up and die. Well, not all the time….”
Jasmine pulled a long swath and rinsed the blade, moving to do another section. “I don’t blame you there. I couldn’t willingly give up my life for anyone or anything.”
“You took a chance screwing with Lucas. You knew we were infectious. None of us knew how far it went.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. Pretty stupid of me, huh?”
He grunted. “I guess we all do stupid shit once in a while.”
She chuckled. “Well, I keep thinking I’ll stop one of these days, but I haven’t managed to quit doing it yet. I just keep right on making stupid mistakes that I never learn from. Hindsight is great if you can remember it when you need it.”
Jasmine moved around the side of him for a better position. From there, she could see his beautifully carved face and full, kissable lips.
“It spoke to me, when you said your extended family had turned its back on you. I know how it feels to be abandoned by people that are supposed to love and support you.”
Jasmine studied his solemn expression. “You do?”
“I never knew my father. I guess it’s pretty typical of men to abandon their children and never try to get to know them or see them.”
She thought about it for a minute. She’d always cons
idered herself lucky to have both of her parents happily raising her, but they’d gone through hell to stay together. They’d been together in a day when mixed couples had been hugely frowned upon. It was still like that in many areas of the south. “I know it happens a lot, but I don’t know I’d say it’s common. Some men are just emotional babies and can’t handle any responsibility.”
“Doesn’t make it any easier growing up.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t,” she said, feeling sorry for the little boy inside who still wanted a daddy. It was a shame that so many men didn’t feel connected to their children the way that they should.
“I’m sorry about your dad. At least you had a good mama. Some people don’t have either parent, or they end up with total monsters. You still turned out good, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess so. It screws with you, you know. Messes with your head if you start thinking about it too much. Most of the time, I promise myself that I’ll never do that to any child of mine, even if I do have problems with the mother. It’s no reason to let a kid suffer.”
She nodded, liking the way he thought. It echoed her sentiments exactly. Children were too easy to screw up by half. Having loving parents, even if they weren’t together, had to be better than not having them.
Jasmine finished up with his head and moved to his face, watching what she was doing closely. Dante kept his eyes on her steadily, making her feel heated inside with his attention. Maybe there was something wrong with her, but she couldn’t help feeling like these three men needed her to heal them. It was desperately empowering to be wanted by them, needed by them, and desired.
She enjoyed it, perhaps too much.
“You’re going to wear yourself out trying to keep us all satisfied, baby,” he said when she’d cleaned his jaw enough he dared talk. He seemed to read her mind.
“Hmmm? What do you mean?”
He caught her hand, bringing her wrist up to his mouth to kiss the fragile pulse there. “You know what I mean. You think I can’t smell that you want me?”
She flushed all over, hoping she wasn’t that obvious, but they had supernatural senses she couldn’t begin to fathom. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
“That’s not what I meant. Your perfume tempts me. I want to eat you, fuck you right now, but I know you have to be jammed up inside from all of us having a go at you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He nibbled her wrist, moving up to her fingers, nibbling the pads of her fingers while she watched and felt heat spread up from the digits into her core. His sexy eyes and thick lashes made her melt.
“I like being …hurt … when it feels this good,” she whispered.
He groaned and snatched her pants down wordlessly, pulling her across his lap. She moaned and arched her back, gratified to feel his trapped erection rubbing against her sensitive flesh.
Dante cupped the back of her neck, bringing her down for his kiss. The moment those full lips touched hers, she felt desire race through her blood. He was an expert, had probably kissed many women if the precise movements of his mouth and tongue were any indication.
And his hands roamed the expanse of her back, pushing under her shirt to scratch up and down her skin, eliciting little moans from her throat as he devoured her mouth.
“Why can’t I seem to get enough,” she said, breathlessly, excited and hungry for more. “I…feel like…there’s something wrong with me.”
“Nothing I can’t fix,” he said huskily, kissing her urgently. His hot breath teased her. His tongue made her moan.
She ground against him, feeling herself get wetter with each passing moment, each stroke of his hot tongue in her mouth. He cupped her backside, his fingers fondling the curve of her buttocks.
She slipped a hand down his chest, reveling in the play of strong, lean muscles, tight nipples that urged her onward. She flicked his nipples, feeling them tighten, then made a path down his tight belly.
The muscles of his stomach jerked at her touch. She could feel his pulse quicken, sense the tension tightening his body. When her hand touched the waist of his jeans to fumble with his fly, he broke the kiss on a ragged breath.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I know you’re hurting,” he said, pressing his forehead against her as she unzipped his fly.
“I can’t help but want you,” she whispered, freeing his massive black cock. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it before, but it was thick and veiny, sculpted perfection. The darkness of it didn’t surprise her. She’d always had a soft spot for men of her own race, though she liked all flavors of men.
Dante was particularly sexy and delicious, and his cock was so thick, she could barely get her hand around the shaft. No wonder she’d been so stretched the night before. She marveled that he’d managed to wedge himself inside her, or that her body had accepted the two them at once.
Thinking about what they’d done only served to increase her desire.
She rose up with his help, holding his cock and guiding it to her slick passage. The moment he stretched her tiny hole and entered her body, he grabbed her hips in a possessive hold and dragged her down, impaling her to the hilt.
There was nothing slow and gentle about his love-making. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, could stroke her hard or fast enough.
She arched her back, gripping his shoulders for support as she undulated her body on his massive dick, reaching sensitive places inside her that set off a chain reaction of pleasure.
Her pussy clamped down on him, greedily devouring his thick, black length. She ground her cunt against him, riding him like a stallion. He guided her hips in a rhythm that had her gritting her teeth with exquisite pleasure.
“You feel so right inside me,” she said on a moan.
He nipped her nipples through her shirt. She jerked, riding him harder, coming up almost completely off of his cock before plunging hard down on him again.
If she could walk after this ride, it would be a miracle.
He moved a hand to rub her little clit until it swelled under his thumb. The warring sensations were too much for her to handle. She felt the wave cresting within her. She tightened against it, fighting the ecstasy so soon, but she could no more resist the orgasm ringing through her core than she could cease breathing.
Dante groaned and stroked short and fast, her orgasm and spasming channel making him come with her.
It ended too soon for her, but she knew it was for the best. Slowly, her breathing and heart rate returned to a level she could speak without choking up.
“Damn, baby,” he murmured, kissing her temple and rubbing her back. “You know how to ride a dick.”
“Mmmm. Thanks,” she said, moving off of him and feeling every muscle scream in agony. Well, she’d done it. She’d fucked herself silly and sore. “Uh. I might need your help getting back to camp. I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
He grinned. “We need to keep your strength up, girl.”
She swatted him playfully. “Yeah. We do.”
***
“We saved you some of this smoked pork, Jasmine,” Zach said when she and Dante came walking up.
“Hair looks good. Well, shave looks good. Think there’s enough life on the blade for me to shave?”
Dante handed the gear to Zach. “Should. It felt new when we started.”
Zach took the razor and cream and went to the river.
Jasmine sat down near the smoldering campfire, dining on wild smoked boar. It was deliciously smoky. “Mmmm. It’s good. I can’t tell you how glad I am not to be eating canned food. I gave that shit up years ago and never looked back. It’s bad for you, you know.”
Lucas looked up from his task. “Comes in handy in a time like this though. Like what I’ve been doing?”
Jasmine watched him lash together bamboo. Beyond him, she saw he’d been hard at work and had already completed one of the bamboo beds, complete with leaves woven through lashing. “Wow! A bed? A real bed? How do you know how to do this?
”
He looked at his accomplishment proudly. “We’ve all had survivalist training. And if we’re going to stay here for a while, we can’t sleep on the ground. We could get eaten alive, not to mention this will be more comfortable for actually getting some sleep. I don’t know about you, but even after all the missions I’ve been through, it never gets easy to sleep on the ground. Especially in the jungle.”
“Bugs give me the willies,” she said with a laugh.
“Want me to show you how this is done?” Lucas asked.
“Sure. I’d like to help out instead of just watching y’all do everything. Makes me feel useful.”
Lucas handed her a long trunk. “See this? It’s a pliable wood that the locals use to make lashing when out in the jungle. It strips easily.” He pulled a thin strip off in demonstration.
Jasmine looked at it dubiously, wondering how something that thin would be of any help.
Seeing her doubt him, he wrapped both ends around each hand and pulled in opposite directions. “It’s strong. An eighth of an inch thick and no matter how hard I pull, it won’t break.”
“That’s amazing,” she admitted.
“Mother nature provides us with what we need. Now, we take our strips and braid them together, giving us a thin rope we can use for just about anything. I can make snares, a bed, a net for fishing—you name it. Zach already made himself a small fishing net. He must’ve taken it with him or I’d show it to you. Think you can braid these strips while I work on weaving a bed?”
Jasmine nodded, gratified to have something to do. Now that they weren’t exhausting themselves running through the jungle, boredom could set in. And she had no business taking their minds off important tasks like shelter and food with something as silly as sex. She was pretty sure everyone had had enough to satisfy their carnal urges, at least for now.
Jasmine shifted on a log, feeling her bottom ache from the abuse she’d put it through. It’d been fun, however. Way too much fun.
They worked together, building a small bed for each of them. While she and Lucas worked on that, Dante went out and brought back palm fronds to put walls around the sides of their shelter.
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