South Seas Seduction

by Anita Kidesu

  Strutting her stuff? Gorgeous body? Tight little ass? She jumped up and grabbed Jack by the arm. “You mean to tell me you think I’ve been taunting you, making you horny? Putting you in pain?”

  Jack stopped his pacing. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

  “But I’ve done nothing but work with you guys. I lost my underwear and my suitcase is gone, so it isn’t my fault I don’t have another one. These shorts are simply shorts, and I’m sorry if my legs are too long.”

  “I didn’t say your legs are too long. In fact they’re perfect. But that’s the problem. We know you’re not intentionally enticing us, but when a man hasn’t had sex in a long time and is around a woman, all he can think about is having sex with her. He walks around with a continuous hard-on. Women are made to give release to men. It’s an act of nature.”

  Emma was confused, flabbergasted. “So you’re telling me you took me out here to have sex with me? What? Will Toby and Steve take me on walks for their turns?” Even though the thought that Jack brought her out her for sex made her angry, her body betrayed her when her nipples tingled and her crotch pulsed.

  Jack ran both hands through his hair. “No, I didn’t take you out here for sex with you.”

  “For crying out loud.” She pounded her fists against her legs. “What is this all about?”

  “Can we please sit down and discuss this rationally?”

  Emma turned her back on him. “There isn’t anything rational about this, but please, do go on.”

  “Well, the three of us are having problems being around you. You don’t realize this, but you’re an incredibly sexy woman.” He smiled when she sent a snort over her shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you, but if something isn’t done, we’re afraid one of us might do something to hurt you, maybe at night when you’re vulnerable, or when we’re up at the lake, or cooking or eating, or breathing.”

  “I understand. You wouldn’t rape me, would you?”

  “No. We’d never hurt a woman that way, but it’s been difficult sleeping in the plane with you so close, so after you leave the lake in the evening, we uh, uh…”

  “Take matters into your own hands, so to speak?”

  “Yes, to take the edge off, so we won’t do anything we’ll regret later. All three of us care for you, and we hope you care for us, too. So last night, after you left, we started talking about what to do about our problem.”

  “You want to have sex with me.”

  “Yes.”

  “All three of you?”

  He looked up at the sky and then closed his eyes. “Yes.”

  Emma pulled her legs up to her chest, rested her chin on her knees and stared out over the ocean. Three men. Sex. Geez. And she had yet to see a man’s penis.

  “Emma?”

  Silence.

  “Emma, honey, talk to me. I know this is a lot to take in, but do you see our problem?”

  Emma glanced at Jack over her shoulder. “Do I see your problem? Do you see mine? First I find out I’m not married to the man I thought I married, and now you’re telling me three men want me for sex? I would say it is a lot to take in.”

  “What do you want me to say?”

  She stared out over the ocean. Her heart pounded in time with the waves crashing over the rocks. Sex with three men? Hell, she figured sex with one of them would be great. But three? Her breath hitched as she took air into her lungs. She wiped damp palms on her shorts. Did women really do that kind of thing? It certainly hadn’t come up during discussions at school.

  Sex with three men, each sexy and handsome in his own way. The idea held a certain appeal. Truth be told, the idea had her body singing songs she didn’t understand. What she needed was more information.

  “Explain to me how this would work. I mean, three men and one woman? Who goes first? Do I sleep with all of you or what?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Jack, I’ve never seen a naked man. Francois just kind of fumbled around and hurt me. You say sex shouldn’t. So tell me how three of you can be with me and not hurt me.”

  “Shit, Emma. A man desires a woman. He wants to touch her, suck on her breasts, kiss her pussy.”

  “Pussy?”

  “Pussy, your crotch.” Jack pointed. “Down there.”

  “You put your mouth…” She looked down at her shorts.

  “Yes, and tongue and lips and kiss and suck.”

  Again this was something she’d heard about from her friends, but when they talked about it, tingles hadn’t shot through her body and settled in her “pussy.” But Jack’s version was creating havoc with her system. She wondered how far he would go in his explanations. “Why do you call it a pussy?”

  “Hell, I don’t know, Emma. We have lots of names for our body parts.”

  “Like what?”

  “Can we go into that later?” At her nod, he went on. “So when the couple gets each other aroused to the point they can’t stand it, the man puts his hard penis into her pussy.”

  Her nipples hardened. The tingles became electric shocks. “Then what?” she whispered, picturing the men doing what he was describing. Maybe getting him talking about something she had heard about from only girls wasn’t such a good idea. Her body seemed to vibrate with a craving she didn’t know how to suppress.

  “Things get so intense, so wonderful, they can’t lay still. The woman lifts her hips, allowing the man to shove farther into her body. As things progress, the man is pumping his cock in and out of her and if all things work out, they come together.”

  Didn’t sound like anything she’d experienced with her husband, because it sounded like something she’d never forget. “Does the man always have an orgasm?”

  “Yes.”

  “What about the woman?”

  “If she’s lucky, a man cares enough to make sure she does and sometimes two or three times. Unfortunately, a man only gets one.”

  “Wow.” Emma sighed. Some of the girls had mentioned “coming,” but she thought they’d been exaggerating. And they never mentioned having more than one orgasm. Had she realized what they said were true, she certainly would have expected more from her short marriage, demanded Francois give her an orgasm—or two.

  “So if one man can give a woman two orgasms, three men could give her six. Right?” She held back a grin when his jaw dropped.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times. “Shit, Emma. Don’t put any pressure on us or anything, but yes, I guess that’s so. Never having done anything like this before, I’m not sure.”

  “How would we do this—if I agree?”

  “We discussed this last night—the part about three men and one woman. It’s our job to take care of you. With all those condoms in the plane, we’ll use those, to make doubly sure you won’t get pregnant. And, in case you do, this is what we propose: The first few nights all four of us are together. We care about you and will make sure you get enjoyment.”

  “Who will be first?”

  “Hell, Emma, we didn’t get that far. We’ll decide that after you agree.”

  “Will we all sleep together?”

  He shrugged. “We’ll figure something out. You need to understand we have to do something, especially if we’re stuck on this island for a long time. We thought if we talked to you about this while you had your period, you would have a few days to decide before…”

  “You all have sex with me.”

  “Well, yes.” He took her hand in his. “It’s more than sex. We consider it making love with you. Just remember we care for you and won’t do anything you don’t want us to.”

  Emma closed her eyes and pictured each man. She realized they cared for her in ways no one ever had. When she did something wrong, like burning food or dropping things, they teased and laughed with her, not at her. They asked for her opinions on day-to-day activities and often took her suggestions. They helped with dishes, laundry, and cleaning the plane and didn’t expect her to do the household chores simply because she wa
s a woman. And above all, they were kind. “That does sound better.”

  Jack scooted over and put an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him resting her head on his shoulder. “So?”

  “So, this is a lot to take in. Breaking my marriage vows doesn’t sit well with me. I need some time to think.”

  “Keep in mind your marriage isn’t legal, Emma. We don’t want you to make your decision based on that, but because you wish to have sex with us.”

  “I know.” She sighed, her heart tripping and toes curling into the sand. Her experience with her husband, or whatever he was, hadn’t made her daydream about being with him again. But now, more and more, she thought about what it would be like being with them—one at a time. But at the same time? Her pussy clenched, and her nerve endings sparked to her nipples. Her brain may not be able to take it all in, but it seemed her body was having no problem.

  Chapter Ten

  Jack and Emma sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. The warmth of her skin brushed against his arm. Her hair swept against his chest, each strand burning a hole into his skin. His cock twitched.

  “So…how long before you decide?”

  “Jack!” She slapped him on the leg.

  He chuckled. “All right. I’ll be a gentleman. We’ll be gentlemen no matter what you decide.”

  “Thank you.”

  Waves lapping at rocks were the only sound marring the quiet. Jack couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind. After all, this was a big decision. He simply hoped beyond hope she was considering their plan and would agree.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked, trying to get his mind off the throbbing in his pants. The length of her silence wore on his nerves. He was ready to head back to camp when she finally looked at him.

  “I’m not sure what to think, Jack.” She shrugged. “My period usually lasts five days. This is the second day, so by Saturday, I should be done. I’ll decide before then.”

  She hesitated a moment. “So, what are you guys going to do for the next three nights?” She leaned back out of his arm and stared into his face, a smile on her lips. “Take matters into your own hands?”

  Jack cleared his throat. “Um, probably.”

  “You still haven’t shown me.”

  “Shown you what?”

  “How you take matters into your own hands.”

  “I won’t either. This is a private thing between a man and his cock.”

  “Will you show me the other thing, though?”

  Confused, he looked down into her radiant face. “What other thing?”

  “Your penis? Remember, I’ve never seen one.” She reached down to touch his pants. “I think yours is big again.”

  “Oh no, you don’t,” he said, grabbing her hand.

  “Please? Pretty please?” she pleaded, batting her eyes at him. “Wouldn’t it be better for me to see one at a time rather than all three of you at once? I think I might be a little less nervous—if I agree.”

  “Shit, Emma. Don’t do this to me. The other guys will be pissed.”

  “I think they’d be happy I’m considering the idea enough to want a closer look.”

  Jack’s cock throbbed and jumped. The thought of pulling his prick out of his pants for Emma made him afraid he’d come before he had his zipper down. Probably scare her off for good.

  “Jack, please? I won’t touch you. I only want an idea of what I’m getting myself into. If I agree.”

  “Oh, hell, Emma. All right.”

  Emma licked her lips as he leaned back, unbuttoned the top button, let down his zipper, and pushed his pants down partway. Resting back on his elbows, he let her get an eye full.

  “You’re bouncing.” She giggled.

  He frowned. It was probably a good thing they did this now. Giggling at their cocks the first time wouldn’t do much for their egos. “Blood is making him bigger.”

  “Looks like he’s saying hi.” Emma moved around, trying to view him from all sides. Her face lit up with interest.

  “Emma,” he warned when her face got too close.

  “The tip seems so soft. Can’t I please touch?”

  “No.”

  Emma sat down on her heels. “Pull your pants down farther. I can’t see everything.”

  He lifted his hips and slid his shorts down all the way, knowing she wouldn’t give up until he did as she asked. He’d be digging gritty sand out of his crack all day, but her wide eyes and open mouth made every minute, itchy grain worth it.

  “Oh, my. What are those?” she asked pointing to his testicles.

  “Those are my testicles, my balls.”

  “They’re hairy.” She giggled again.

  Definitely better this was done today. “Emma,” he warned again as her hand reached out once more.

  “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to help myself.” She licked her lips.

  Jack groaned.

  “What’s wrong?” Her brow wrinkled.

  “Nothing. I’m pleased you like looking at me. Men tend to be proud of their cocks.”

  “Well, if I can’t touch, you need to.”

  “Emma,” Jack clenched his teeth, “I said no.”

  “Jack, you might as well. I don’t give up when I want something. Your penis and testicles—”

  “Cock and balls,” Jack interrupted.

  “Okay, cock and balls. They’re so interesting. I want to see you take care of yourself. “

  “You want me to come?” he hesitated, his cock growing and balls tightening.

  “Yes. I want to understand everything about sex. I want to know what happens when you’re inside me. If I agree,” she added quickly.

  “Hell, Emma.”

  “Please. Do whatever you do to yourself. I’ll sit here quietly and observe. You won’t even know I’m here.”

  “Fat chance,” he murmured. “Here’s the deal. I will if you take your top off and let me see your tits.”

  “What?” she squealed.

  “Well, you want to know everything before Saturday night if you agree, so why not find out what it’s like having men stare at your tits? I can assure you, we will.”

  “Do you need to use that word? It sounds so dirty. Can’t you call them breasts?”

  “Honey, if there’s one thing you’ll have to learn before Saturday night, if you agree, is when a man gets aroused, horny, wanting sex, he uses words he wouldn’t normally use.”

  Emma couldn’t believe this conversation. Nothing like this had come up with Francois. Even the experienced girls at school hadn’t mentioned dirty words. “Like what?”

  “Like cock, tits, pussy, fuck. Any dirty word he can think of, and I guarantee all three of us will use them with you. Don’t take offense. You may even like to use them. You’ve already said cock and balls.”

  “Okay, so I’ll take off my shirt so you can ogle my breasts, I mean tits, while you…”

  “Jerk off, give myself a hand job, blow my wad, shoot my seed…”

  “I get the idea.”

  “So take your top off.”

  Emma hesitated a second, crossed her arms at her waist and pulled the top over her head. Her nipples puckered as the air passed over them. The sensation sent shivers down her spine. She envisioned touching them while Jack watched. Not only did she want to touch them, she wanted Jack to touch them.

  “Your turn,” she whispered, her face red as Jack stared at her chest.

  “Beautiful. Your breasts are absolutely beautiful. I can’t wait to taste them.”

  Emma sucked in a breath at the thought, but pointed to his crotch. “Hand,” she ordered.

  Jack lay on his back and wrapped his fingers around his cock with his right hand. With his other hand he grabbed his balls, keeping his eyes on her chest as he did so. Emma kept her eyes on Jack’s hand as he jerked it up and down, slowly increasing the speed. He raised his hips and went stiff.

  “Sonofabitchin’, fuckin’ cocksucker,” he uttered as his eyes closed.

 
Emma leaned forward, her eyes wide as a milky white substance shot from the tip of his cock in one long spurt, and then several short ones followed. He lay still.

  She remained silent as his breathing slowed, her breath easing in time to his. She didn’t realize her body naturally reacted to his orgasm with her own fast paced breathing. Her nipples ached, a heaviness settled low in her belly, and her bottom seemed swollen.

  Only when Jack stirred did she speak. “Wow. That was incredible. You made faces like you were in pain. Did it hurt?”

  Jack smiled. “Only in the best possible way. Did I embarrass you?”

  “Oh no. It was beautiful. Now I can picture what will happen inside me—if I agree. But, but…”

  “But what?”

  “I think I wet my pants.”

  “Wet your pants?” He sat up, grabbed a large leaf, and cleaned himself up. “You have your period. How can you tell?”

  Emma looked down at her hands working at turning her top right side out. “This is different. Warmer.” She pulled the top over her head and turned her back on him.

  “Oh, Emma,” he said, smiling. “A woman’s vagina releases juices when she’s aroused, making her wet so a man can enter her more easily. If she stays dry, intercourse can be painful. Did you like watching me?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded.

  “Did your skin get all tingly, like there was electricity running through it?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Uh huh,” she said more emphatically.

  “Ever happen before?”

  Emma shook her head.

  Jack’s chest swelled, knowing without even touching her, she reacted to him. “Then, my dear Emma, I think you’re going to like having sex. If you agree, of course.”

  Emma sat back on her heels and licked her lips, her eyes shining with delight. “Of course,” she murmured.

  “Now, as much as I’d like to stay here and take a nap, we need to head back.” He stood and grabbed Emma’s hand.