by Anita Kidesu
“You might not tonight.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips and stepped from her arms. “So think of a safeword, one you’ll easily remember.”
“Dolittle,” she said after a moment.
Jack grabbed her arm. “What did you say? Who told you that word?”
Shocked at his tight hold and angry eyes, Emma yanked her arm from his grasp. “I said Dolittle. It’s what my nanny called me because I loved Dr. Dolittle. I made her read the books over and over again when I was a little girl.” She placed her hand on his arm. “Why are you so upset?”
He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “Nothing. It’s just a name I haven’t heard in a long time. So Dolittle it is.”
“So what are we going to do tonight?” she asked, now more than a little worried at his reaction to her safeword and his plans for the evening.
He picked up the backpack, pulled out a fresh supply of condoms, and set them on a rock by the bed. “I’m going to fuck your ass,” he said as nonchalantly as if he announced supper was ready.
Emma dropped to the sandy floor of the cave and sucked in a quick breath. “What?” she whispered. “You’re kidding, right?”
Jack pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Not kidding. I love your ass, and your little hole is begging for my cock.”
She pressed her face against his shoulder. He wanted to put his penis in her rear end? How could that be possible? Something spiraled deep within her. Her pulse picked up speed and her stomach flipped under her heart. Her pussy and ass muscles took turns constricting. The idea was turning her on. If he touched her now, his fingers would come away dripping.
“What are you thinking Emma-girl? Does the idea excite you?”
She nodded against his chest.
“Is that a yes? Do you me want me to fuck your ass?”
Her mind screamed, “No, it sounded too disgusting,” but her body yelled, “Yes, oh, yes.”
She nodded again. “What do I do?”
“You don’t do anything except what I say. I’ll take care of everything.” He rubbed his hands over her ass. “Just remember I love you, Emma-girl, and you can say your safeword at any time.”
Another nod.
“Take the pillows from the bed and place them over the edge, one on top of the other.”
In a haze she followed his directions.
“Now come here.” She stood in front of him. “I’m going to strip you, then suck on your tits, your pussy, and your ass until you’re so wet, your juice will be dripping down your legs.” In seconds her shirt disappeared along with her shorts. “Spread your legs for me.” He knelt before her.
His low voice rumbled through her pores. He wouldn’t have to touch her to make her wet. Already her pussy was weeping. When she thought her legs would no longer support her from his greedy foreplay, he took her hand and led her to the bed.
“Lean over the pillows and place your hands on the bed for support.”
She obeyed and sensed his heated stare as his hands ran over her ass, gripping them in his large hands. The men had caressed them before, but this was different, more intense. She squeezed her cheeks together.
“Relax, Emma-girl. You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. We all think so.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “Do Toby and Steve know we’re doing this?”
“Not tonight, they don’t.” He spread her cheeks apart exposing her tight hole and ran a finger from her wet pussy to her ass. “But we’ve all talked about putting our cocks in your sweet hole. I’m going to put a finger in you now. You need to relax and let me do the work.” He swiped cream from her pussy across her rosette and inserted a finger.
Emma closed her eyes as he stretched her. A spike of fire passed through her body and settled in her pussy.
“You okay?”
“Burns a little.” She moaned and wiggled her ass for him to continue.
“Okay, now I’m going to put in two fingers.”
Her breasts ached and her juices ran down her leg. With his free hand, he wiped at the cream and ran it on her ass, helping lubricate her. His other fingers gently thrust inside.
“I’m trying to loosen you up, honey. Spread your legs wider. That’s it. Now I’m putting in a third finger.” She clenched her cheeks. “Keep relaxing, you’re doing great.”
Never in a million years would Emma have thought this part of her body could create such illicit desires. She groaned and pushed her ass against his fingers. “I want…I want…”
“What do you want, baby?” He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”
Her head rolled from side to side. “I don’t know. I just want…more.”
Leaving his fingers in her ass, he reached around her front and squeezed her clit. “How about that?”
Her knees buckled. Jack held her up by the waist. “I think you’re ready.” He removed his fingers and drew more moisture from her pussy to her ass.
She turned her head again when he stepped back. The loss of his heat sent an ache through her body. “Come back.”
“I need to cover myself.”
Shudders spread through her as he rolled a condom down his swollen cock. If she wasn’t so turned on and her brains nearly mush, she would have smiled at his shaking hands. He stepped behind her and pressed her onto the pillows.
“Open wider for me and raise your ass up. Keep your head and arms on the bed.” He pressed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. “Remember to relax, Emma-girl.” He pushed a little farther. “The tip is in.”
Emma thought her heart would beat through the pillows and vibrate the metal bed. She grasped the sheets in her fists as the pressure fluctuated between pleasure and pain. Her pussy constricted as if to say, “Hey, wait. That cock’s for me.”
“Here’s a little more. It’s like when I took your pussy for the first time. You need to get used to me being inside your body.” He paused in his penetration. “Can you take more of me?”
She bit her lip and nodded. He squeezed her clit, and Emma rose up as her pussy tightened, allowing his cock to shove in all the way.
“Oh God, Emma, that’s it. I’m all in.” He groaned through gritted teeth.
His balls rested against her pussy, their heat jumping inside of her.
“Ready? I’m going to pull out a little. Oh, damn, you’re so tight.”
He pulled back, the action pulling her clit. She whimpered. He pressed in again, wrapping both arms around her waist, placing the fingers from the hand he hadn’t used in her ass along both sides of her pussy lips. The other hand held her breast and pinched her nipple. The remaining breast cried from lack of attention. His chest lay on her back. “Doin’ okay?”
Emma groaned. He squeezed her breast, her pussy lips, and pumped his cock in her ass at the same time. Sparkles of light danced behind her eyes. The roar of the waterfall diminished while Jack’s heated breath pulsed in her ear.
“I want you to think of me in your ass.” He slipped two fingers into her dripping core. “Think of Toby in your pussy.” He pinched her nipple. “Think of Steve squeezing your nipples while you suck on his dick. Are you thinking, Emma-girl?”
She whimpered. Who the hell would be able to think? Her brain jumped between the electrifying pleasure in her ass, pussy, and tits.
Jack pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in her ass. “Now think of us doing this to you at the same time.” He rammed his cock back in as his fingers shoved into her pussy and he pinched her nipple.
Emma threw her head back screamed as an inferno of heat enveloped her. He repeated the process over and over. “Jack!” she cried as he slammed into her one last time. She stiffened and milked him into oblivion.
A few moments later, he rose from her back and slipped from her body. After pulling off the condom, he helped her stand and turned her into his embrace. His half-flaccid penis hung between them. “Are you all right, Emma-girl? Son-of-a-bitch, that was fucking
unbelievable.” He tipped her chin up and smiled into her half-closed eyes.
All she was able to do was nod.
“Did you like it?”
Again a nod.
“Think you can do this sometime with all of us?”
All three of them at one time? Oh, Lord. Could she survive the intensity? Could she survive being filled from top to bottom? If what Jack made her feel with just his cock and fingers was this intense, then having three cocks inside her would be off the charts. She nodded.
Jack grinned and sighed against her hair. They crawled into bed and slept the night through.
****
Emma came back to the present, her system tingling from the memories. She didn’t know why they hadn’t yet tried all using her at once, but the vision was imprinted in her brain. She knew it wasn’t because they didn’t desire her. They told her in words and actions how they felt about her.
Jack also helped her believe it was all right to make love to three men and to overcome being ashamed and embarrassed at being watched while making love to another. Because of him, she was now proud of her body. In reality, she had all of them to thank because each of them, in his own way, made her feel special, loved and truly cared for. For the first time in her life she knew she was loved.
Emma opened her eyes and laughed at their playful joking as they finished up the dishes at the campsite. Tonight and the next few nights they all would sleep in the plane. They had settled into a routine, one making it seem they would be here forever.
Suddenly, staying here wasn’t good enough. As much as she loved them, she didn’t want to be here forever. Francois needed to pay for trying to kill them and possibly killing Jean Paul. Even though they would probably never see each other again, it was time to take charge of their rescue.
She wasn’t sure why they hadn’t done more searching of the island. The first few months they’d simply been trying to survive. For herself, the looming mountain they’d have to cross was rather intimidating, but the men didn’t seem to be intimidated by anything—unless it was bats, heights, or headhunters.
It didn’t make sense. Was it because they were afraid they wouldn’t find anything on the other side? Or maybe they were happy to remain here with her.
A few months ago, after surviving several days in the cave during a severe hurricane, they heard the drone of a plane overhead. Except for Jack who skirted the edge carefully, they rushed across the ledge behind the waterfall and jumped up and down, yelling and waving their arms. The plane flew too high, and everything around them was too wet to start a fire. The plane was long gone before they collected a few damp branches. Dismayed, they trudged back to the cave.
“Hey guys,” she said, sitting up in her chair. “I think it’s time we try to get over the mountain once and for all.”
Steve frowned. “You getting tired of us?”
“Not likely, Steve,” she said. “I just think we’re getting too lazy and safe here. Francois needs his comeuppance. Toby, you have your residency to get back to. Steve, you’re so close to tenure, and Jack, someone else will certainly take over your cargo runs if you don’t get back.” Emma crossed her legs and her ankles and wiggled her tanned, bare feet. “Those planes we hear once in a while seem to always come from the other side of the island. We need to investigate.”
“Do you know how long it would take to get over the mountain?” Jack asked.
“No. Do you?” She stood and grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. “For all we know it would take only days, and if it takes longer, so what? What else are we doing?”
“She has a point, Jack,” Toby said.
Jack frowned and stared at Emma.
She thought she saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. What could he be afraid of? Didn’t he want to leave them? Then it struck her. His plane. If they returned to civilization, he wouldn’t have way to make a living. Hell, if they got back, she’d buy him a plane. “If you don’t want to go, then I’ll either go alone or take Toby and Steve with me.”
Steve sighed and shook his head. “I’ll go.”
“I agree,” Toby said. “We can each load up on gear and leave the rest for when we come back. What do you say, Jack?”
Jack ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re right.” he sighed. “We’re too complacent. Let’s take a couple of days to gather what we need and figure out which route to take.”
****
Six days later, they forged a trail past the pool. It was nearly noon and they were only a short way up the mountain. They tried to follow a narrow animal path running beneath the undergrowth. Hacking through the dense brush was a hot, sweaty job, but as much as he hated to, Jack agreed with Emma. They had to at least attempt finding a way home or resign themselves to being on the island the rest of their lives.
“Let’s take a break,” he suggested, realizing they were more out of shape than he figured. Dropping his pack on the ground behind him, he sank to the ground and leaned against a tree. They passed around chunks of smoked meat and fruit. Emma sat beside him and smiled.
“How you holding up, Emma-girl?”
“Not as well as I would have liked. We became too lazy and set in our routines.”
“I know,” he replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I guess we shouldn’t have had our group session last night.”
Emma nudged his side in a teasing manner. “You know damn well none of us can wait after five days. I can’t imagine making love up here on the mountain.”
Jack closed his eyes and smiled. She was right. None of them could wait after she was done with her period. She never said a word, but their baser instincts kicked in, and they knew when it was time to make love to her. Last night’s romp was especially poignant. Without saying anything, they all understood this might be their last night together, and their lovemaking went on until the wee hours of the morning.
Emma rested her head on his shoulder and nibbled on a piece of meat. Jack smiled at the top of her head. God, she was beautiful. He supposed society wouldn’t think so, but the three of them did. Not just physically beautiful, but beautiful inside, ready to give of herself, not only sexually, but sharing the chores around the campsite and in the cave. Take this morning for instance. She had to have been more tired than the rest, but she insisted on carrying her portion.
“Let’s break for an hour,” he suggested. Pulling the parachute sheet from his bag, he spread the material on the ground and pulled Emma down beside him. In short order, Steve was cuddled on her other side, his hand cupped on her breast, with Toby between her legs, his head resting on her stomach, a position they’d perfected over the months. How will I live without her, he wondered as sleep eliminated all thoughts of rescue.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Oh my. What a view!” Emma exclaimed when they reached the crest of the mountain.
Jack was surprised they’d taken only a little over two days to reach the summit. The top always seemed so distant, out of reach, but here they were, looking out over four sides onto the ocean.
“Now I understand why no boats ever came to our side of the island,” Toby said, pointing toward their camp. “From here you can see how the rocks are barely covered by water. I wonder how many ships have run aground over the years?”
“Not to mention planes,” Jack said dryly.
Steve turned in the other directions and pointed to an area a distance from where the plane crashed. “Except for the small, clear area over there, the shores on either side of us are the same. No wonder we haven’t been rescued.”
“It’s not large, but a small plane could land there,” Jack said, wondering if a pilot could actually see the opening from the air.
They turned and gazed at the last shoreline.
“Holy shit!” Steve yelled. “A ship. There’s a ship down there!” He jumped up and down, waving his arms until Emma put out a restraining hand.
“Save your energy. It’s too far away for anyone to see us, Steve. Besides, I think th
e boat is leaving.”
“You’re right, Emma,” Toby said, slamming the palm of his hand against a tree. “Damn!”
“Well, no use going any farther,” Jack said. “Even though it’s hard to believe, going downhill will actually be harder. We’ll have to take our time so we don’t slip. Let’s set up camp for the night.”
Several hours later, they sat around the fire. No one said anything. They simply sat in awe at the pink, purple, yellow, and orange hues seeming to swirl among themselves as the sun lowered itself in the sky. Emma stored the scene in her mind to pull out on dark, snowy, wintery days at home. Sadness crept through the beauty of the sunset. The ship leaving made their rescue imminent. Their time together was coming to a close. Once back in the United States, she probably would never be with them again. She wasn’t sure which one of the men she would miss the most.
“Whose turn is it tonight?” Toby asked.
Steve stood and reached for Emma’s hand. “Mine.”
Emma peered up at Steve. Jack turned his face away from the couple. Toby poked a stick into the dirt. She figured they all thought the same thing. “I think from this point on, we should all be together all the time. No more taking turns.”
The men nodded.
Emma stood in front of Steve and pulled him into a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. Toby stepped behind her, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. Hands wandered up and down her thighs. Jack had joined in. Her skin quivered anticipating them using her together.
“All of us, all the time,” she said.
“All for one and one for all,” Toby added, undoing the tie under her breasts.
Steve ran his hand up her sides and under her breasts as Toby did the same from the back. Oh, to have two pairs of hands kneading her breasts, two pair of hands squeezing her nipples, one pair of hands sliding ever closer to her buttocks, sliding down her torso and under her shorts, spreading her pussy lips. Her body trembled.
Toby caressed her abdomen, unbuttoned her shorts, and skimmed his hands down her stomach. He ran his hands back and forth in her pubic hair. Now she had two pairs of hands playing with her pussy while one pair played with her breasts. She bit her lip to keep from urging them to get on with it, relieve the ache in her pussy.