by Anita Kidesu
Chapter Fourteen
Emma woke surprisingly refreshed the next morning. Last night her thoughts ran rampant, keeping sleep at bay. Knowing they probably took care of themselves when she left made her heart race, her palms sweat, and her pussy quiver. Every time she thought about having the men put those huge penises inside her, a quick burst of fire zinged from her chest clear down to her toes, touching every nerve ending in between.
When the men finally came back and settled in, she waited for the snoring to begin. As one by one the men drifted off, she smiled. She knew for sure she’d made the right decision.
She waited as long as possible but had to face them sooner or later. Emma tossed back her blanket, finger-combed her tangled hair and stretched until her hands swept the plane’s roof. Mentally running through the plan outlined last night, she took a deep breath and stepped from the plane.
To her surprise, no one was around. She walked to the covered eating area and poured water into a can, added breakfast drink and stirred it with her finger. She grabbed a piece of coconut and sat on her chair. Where were they?
“Hey, Emma-girl,” Jack said, coming up behind her chair and placing his hands on her shoulders.
She jumped.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, sitting beside her.
“That’s okay. It’s hard to make noise in all this sand.” She avoided his eyes as she drank her orange-flavored water. “Where are Toby and Steve?”
“They just got back from fishing and are cleaning their catch.” He knelt next to the fire pit and placed sticks to build a fire.
Emma wrinkled her nose. “Fish for breakfast?”
Jack laughed. “Your stomach doesn’t know it’s breakfast, and…” He stood and took something from the table. “We thought it would go well with these.” He turned around with a flourish and held out his hands.
“Eggs? Real eggs?” Emma squealed, jumping up. “Where did you find them?”
“You know those strange noises we keep hearing in the morning? This morning something rustled the underbrush behind the privy. I waited and low and behold, out came a chicken. I chased it off, found her nest, and helped myself to a couple.”
Emma reached over and reverently took one out of his hand. “Why didn’t you take them all?”
“I’m hoping the eggs will hatch and if we can catch the babies, we might eventually have a good sized flock and more eggs.”
“No more powdered eggs?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, Emma-girl. I only took four. I thought we could mix them with the powdered ones.”
“Unless we find more eggs.”
“True,” Jack said, carefully placing the precious goods back on the table.
A frown crossed Emma’s face. “How did chickens get on the island?”
“Possibly a shipwreck at some point in time and these are descendants of the survivors,” Steve said from behind them. Toby followed, carrying their makeshift fishing poles.
Emma and Jack both turned.
Toby leaned the poles against a chair. He carried the gutted fish on a large leaf. “Perhaps they flew here.”
Jack laughed. “From where, may I ask?”
Toby shrugged. “Only a thought.”
“What if there are other people on this island?” Emma asked. “We haven’t gone over the top of the mountain. How big is this place? We should start searching on the other side.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair. “If there are others on this island, do we want to know about them?”
Steve shuddered. “Maybe we should leave well enough alone. We can’t be too careful about any headhunters. We’re doing fine here.”
“What if we can be rescued?” Emma asked, hiding a grin. “I’d rather find them before they find us. Finding out may be worth the risk.”
“Right now I’d settle for cooking up some breakfast,” Toby said. “I’m starved.”
Jack took out a can of powdered eggs, poured some into a coconut husk bowl, added some water, and whipped them with a stick. “Before we do any searching for people who may or may not exist, I think we should prepare the cave for a storm since it’s more likely one will show up before any natives do.” He cracked the real eggs and added them to the bowl.
“I agree.” Steve cut the fish into small portions and skewered them on long, pointed sticks. He placed them over the hot coals.
The campsite was quiet as each went about their morning chores. When the food was ready, they sat in their chairs and enjoyed the taste of fresh eggs cutting the flavor of the powdered ones.
“What I wouldn’t give for plates and silverware,” Emma said, using two fingers to dip into the scrambled eggs, trying to bring the mixture to her mouth before it fell onto her lap.
“Yeah, the one set from Jack’s camping gear doesn’t cut it. I could try to fashion some plates and bowls out of some of the metal from the other wing,” Steve commented, looking over at the plane.
Jack winced. His beloved plane was slowly but surely disappearing. It didn’t hurt any less knowing it was for the good of their survival. “I’m not sure about getting silverware from the metal. Could we whittle some from bamboo? There’s certainly plenty of that around.”
“Be a good thing to do while we’re stuck in the cave during a storm,” Toby said, licking off his fingers.
Emma dropped her empty leaf into the fire. “Good idea. What else can we do during a storm?”
Jack’s leaf followed Emma’s. He slouched back in his chair and folded his hands across his stomach. “So, Emma-girl. Have you made a decision?”
Emma looked down at her interlocked fingers, then at each man and cleared her throat. “I’ll agree under certain conditions.” She stopped and frowned when the word “yes” reverberated throughout the site.
“Oops, sorry, Emma,” Steve said, having jumped up and punched his fist in the air.
Toby’s face turned red. “Yeah, sorry, Emma.”
Jack’s lips twitched. “Remember what I said about men. All we think about is sex. This proves my point.”
“What are your conditions?” Toby asked, returning to his chair.
“Well, I don’t want to be a sex object for you guys whenever the urge strikes.” She twisted the emerald studded ring on her right hand. “I mean, if we’re working around here, I don’t want someone to drag me off to have sex.”
“Guys?” Jack asked, looking at the other two.
“She’s right,” Toby said. “What else?”
She kept her head down, hiding her embarrassment. “I’m sure Jack told you about my…husband. I’m not at all experienced and am afraid you’ll hurt me.”
Steve got out of his chair and knelt next to Emma’s, taking one of her hands in his, running his fingers lightly over its back. “Emma, we would never, ever hurt you. We’ve already discussed this and agreed we would make sure you enjoy this as much as we will. Right, guys?”
Toby joined Steve and took Emma’s other hand, rubbing his thumb on the inside of her wrist, making Emma shudder. “Yes. We’ll take things slow. Let you get used to us over the next two days.”
Jack stood behind Emma and placed his hands on her shoulders, giving her a light massage. “You don’t need to worry, Emma-girl. We have plenty of time. You can tell us when you’re ready.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “We still have some details to work out, but for now can we seal the agreement with a kiss?”
Emma gulped. “A kiss?”
“Sure,” Toby answered. “A simple kiss from each of us.”
She turned her eyes from Toby to Steve, and then tipped her head back to look up at Jack. “Well, I suppose,” she said slowly, squeezing her eyes shut. Butterflies fluttered through her chest into her stomach. Her lips tingled as she ran her tongue over them.
No man had kissed her before. Not on the lips, anyway. Francois had only brushed his dry lips on her cheek after their wedding ceremony.
“You can breathe, Emma-girl.” Jack lau
ghed. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Toby leaned in and touched his lips to her cheek.
“Oh,” she squealed, jerking back. She opened her eyes. “I’m sorry, Toby. You startled me. I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“I did. This is only one of many types of kisses.” He kissed her on the other cheek, then her forehead. “Each one can give you pleasure.” He kissed her chin. “Do you like that?”
“Mmmhmm. It’s relaxing.”
“Working my way to the best one.”
His warm breath blew across her mouth. He pressed his lips against hers, gradually applying pressure before pulling back.
“What do you think?”
Emma opened her eyes and looked into Toby’s tender, hazel ones. The stomach flutters kicked up a notch. “That was…that was nice.” She pulled her hand from his and ran her fingers over her lips. “I didn’t expect your lips to be so warm.”
Toby sat back on his feet and smiled. “Good.”
“My turn,” Steve said, lifting her hand to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of it. “Here is another kind of kiss. I want you to lick your lips, like this.” He ran his tongue around his mouth. Emma’s eyes follow his movements. “Go ahead, lick your lips. Perfect.” He leaned forward, placed his hands on her upper arms, tilted his head slightly and moved his mouth against hers.
If Emma thought Toby’s kiss felt good, then Steve’s slightly wetter kiss was even better. His lips were larger and engulfed hers. Those butterflies were turning into pin balls. She moaned as he increased the pressure. If he hadn’t been holding onto her arms, she would have wrapped them around his neck and pulled him closer.
“Did you like that?” Steve asked, releasing her arms.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, turning quickly at Toby. “As good as Toby’s. Which brings up a point I wanted to make.”
“Not yet, Emma-girl,” Jack said from behind her. “I haven’t had my kiss, yet.” He winked at Toby and Steve, and tipped Emma’s head back on her chair. “Keep your eyes open and watch my kiss come to you.”
“Do you want me to lick my lips like Steve did?” she asked, looking up at Jack.
“No, I will.”
“Oh,” she murmured, and before she had a chance to say anything else, his head came down.
“Keep your eyes open, Emma,” he reminded her. He placed a gentle hand on her throat as he ran his tongue over her parted lips.
“Oh, my,” Emma groaned, a heaviness settling in her lower abdomen, akin to the adrenaline rush of last night. She closed her mouth.
“Keep them open,” he murmured as his tongue ran along the inside of her lips.
With a will of their own, her eyes closed and little starbursts appeared behind her lids. Her heart picked up speed as Jack’s tongue plunged inside her mouth, the rough wetness of his tongue mating with hers. His hot breath blew against her cheek as her hand came up to grab his. She wanted him closer. Her nipples ached and the urge to take his hands and press them against her breasts was overpowering.
Jack broke off the kiss before she acted on her compulsion. She drew in a deep breath, willing her heart to slow. Her brain was devoid of anything except the blood pounding there, sending currents through her body. Wow. Wow times three. If her body sang from just their kisses, she was more than ready for the next step.
Jack looked down at Emma’s swollen lips and swallowed her taste. His cock pulsed in his shorts. All he wanted to do was throw her to the ground and bury himself in her.
He glanced at Toby and Steve whose bulges showed they thought the same thing. Toby’s hand was in midair as if he were about to touch Emma’s tits. Steve had one hand on her knee and the other at his crotch.
Realizing what they were close to doing, he tipped his head back and took a deep breath. Through half closed eyes, he watched Emma’s face. Her eyes remained closed, her mouth open, begging for more. Her nipples stood erect against her shirt and a slip of skin was exposed at her midriff.
He closed his eyes and willed his cock to retreat. The heavy breathing coming from the other three didn’t help. “We need to cool it for now. Emma’s had enough lessons for the day.”
Chapter Fifteen
Besides the roar of the ocean and a few birds flitting through the brush, everyone was silent. She ran her shaking hands down her thighs. She sucked in a slow breath and let it out.
Did she hear him right? They were done for day? What the hell? Emma lifted her head from the back of the chair. “Isn’t anyone going to ask what Emma thinks?”
“I’m afraid to,” Jack answered, moving back to his chair.
Toby gave Jack a dirty look. “Go ahead, sweetheart, tell us what you think.”
Emma’s gaze flicked from one man to the other. “If the rest of sex is as good as your kisses,” she stretched her arms up over her head and sighed, “then I think I’m going to like it very, very much.”
Steve sat back in his chair and groaned. Toby flopped onto the sand and threw an arm across his eyes.
“You asked,” Jack said, grinning.
Emma bit her lip and folded her fingers in her lap. Hadn’t they enjoyed the kisses the way she had? “Did I say something wrong?”
“Don’t worry, Emma,” Jack answered. “What you said was right. Here’s another lesson on what a woman does to a man. I want you to look at all of us and see what you’ve done.”
Emma did as Jack said.
“Not our faces, Emma. Think about yesterday.” He grinned, his dimples deepening.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, putting a hand to her mouth at the sight of three tented shorts. If she looked closer, she might even see the tips of their penises. She averted her eyes. “Did I do that?”
“You certainly did, my dear,” Toby said, leaning on his elbows.
“Ah, do you need to take care of yourselves?”
Steve chuckled. “If a man took care of himself every time he got horny, he’d never get anything done. So, no, we don’t need to take care of ourselves.”
“What we do need to do before we get to work is discuss the details of our relationship,” Jack said.
The breeze picked up, rustling the tree leaves as they contemplated what was about to happen.
Emma glanced down at her feet and cleared her throat. “I don’t want you to think of me as a whore.” Her agitation grew as they stared at her.
“This doesn’t make you a whore, Emma-girl,’ Jack said firmly, pointing a finger at her. “Don’t you ever think that.”
Her stomach clenched. She’d always thought women who slept around were considered trash. “I’m confused. Just what will this make me?”
“Someone we like and care for. One we want to take a friendship up another notch,” Steve said. “Our lover.”
Toby stood, moved to Emma’s chair, and took her hand. “I know men can be crass sometimes, and I’m going to apologize ahead of time. You’re agreeing to share your body with us, and that takes a brave woman. I for one will never ever think of you as anything less than a beautiful woman inside and out.”
Emma eyes welled up at the men’s declarations. She swiped at them with the back of her hand. “Thank you.”
“Well, don’t forget what we said. You’re special to us and not just a way to ease our needs,” Jack said.
Toby leaned back on his hands and crossed his long legs at the ankles. “Emma had some more things she wanted to add before we interrupted her.”
Heat rose from her chest to her face, thinking about those kisses. She cleared her throat again. “Yes, well. I don’t want you guys to compare each other. I don’t want Jack to ask if he’s better than Toby, or Toby to ask what Steve does with me. You know what I mean?”
Jack nodded. “Nothing’s changed in our plan since our discussion yesterday.”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Well, we were hopeful you’d agree,” he added quickly.
Emma sat quietly for a moment, rehashing last night’s thoughts. “Jack, yo
u’re right about the pregnancy thing. Nights with all of us are all right with me. We can divide up the rest of the time. Like one night for each of you and the fourth night I get alone.”
“Like a rotation,” Toby said.
“Yes, a rotation. The other thing I thought of is sleeping arrangements. How can I be assured we would get some sleep if I spend a night with each of you? I mean, how many times a night can a guy…you know.”
“Come?” Jack responded, grinning at her discomfiture.
Emma squirmed in her seat. “Yes,” she whispered.
Toby smiled at Jack. “Men aren’t as lucky as women to achieve several orgasms. Sometimes it takes a little while to recuperate.”
“Of course, since we get you only once every four days, some of us could handle it more often,” Jack said, grinning and winking at his friends.
“I see.” She tapped her fingers against her teeth and closed her eyes.
“Why do you ask?” Steve wondered.
“Think about this. I spend three nights in a row not getting any sleep so I’ll be a wreck and won’t be able to pull my weight around here. If I’ve sex at night and sleep during the day, I’m only a toy for you and not a member of this team.”
Jack nodded at her. “Good point. How about after supper, you go with one of us and we set a time—whatever time you want—when all activities stop and it’s only sleeping until morning. Then you both come back here for breakfast, and we would work the day together. What do you think?”
“Sounds all right,” Emma answered. “The next question is where would we go each night? We shouldn’t use the plane because we all sleep there, and I want my nights with each of you to be private.” She closed her eyes. This discussion was like working out the details of a state dinner.
“Good point,” Steve said and snapped his fingers. “The cave is far enough away from camp. We can rig up some kind of bed. Make things comfortable, like second living quarters.”