South Seas Seduction

by Anita Kidesu

  “You have such fabulous tits, Emma,” Steve said, the vibrations of his mouth against her nipples sending shivers down her spine. “I could suck on them forever.”

  “I would let you.” She moaned against the top of his head.

  The roughness of Steve’s tongue and mouth sucking and licking her nipples went right to her pussy where Jack’s and Toby’s fingers stroked. The pleasure zinged to her toes and back up to meet Steve’s mouth on her breast. Their motions melded together to create one huge mass of mind-melting desire.

  Toby let her shorts fall to the ground. He spread her lips, allowing Jack to put two fingers from each hand inside her. Toby played with her clit as Jack’s fingers slid in and out, more rapidly each time. Her body arched as waves of heat flowed from the depths of her center. Her moans echoed into the night.

  “Lift her,” Steve said.

  Jack and Toby each took an arm and leg and settled her onto Steve’s cock. She’d never get enough him stretching her, filling her with his long, hard shaft.

  “Put a finger inside yourself,” Jack told her, his voice gravelly with emotion.

  “But Steve’s in me,” she whispered.

  “You never get to watch, but you can feel him fucking you. Put a finger on either side of his cock as he slides in and out of your body.”

  Emma did what Jack said and dropped her head to Toby’s shoulder. Steve was big and hot, the added friction of her fingers sliding in and out with his cock had her close to going over the edge. She whimpered when Steve pulled out before she climaxed.

  “I agree when Emma said ‘all of us, all the time.” He looked her in the eye. “Are you ready?”

  Her body raged with molten intensity. She was so ready and more than a little nervous. Could she take all of them? Would it hurt? She couldn’t wait to find out.

  “Remember we talked about it?”

  “Yes, but I thought you were kidding.”

  Toby pressed his mouth to her ear. “I hope he wasn’t kidding. Think you can take one of us in your ass, one in your pussy, and one in your mouth?”

  Emma closed her eyes, remembering the night with Jack. Could she? She opened them again and looked at the men, their eyes dark with passion and desire. She’d come this far in her sexuality, she might as well try this. When else would she have the opportunity to make love with three men simultaneously? She nodded.

  “Steve, get the parachute.” Toby said. When the cloth was spread on the ground, Toby sat and leaned his back against the soft bark of a tree, slouching enough to let her recline against him.

  “We need to prepare you,” Jack said, pressing a shaking hand over her stomach. “Put your middle finger inside yourself again and keep your eyes open.”

  “Toby.”

  Toby slid a finger in. Waves of heat washed down her face and over her body when she realized what was coming next.

  “That’s right, Steve, your turn. Now pull her up so she can see me put mine in. Keep your eyes open Emma-girl while we all fingerfuck you. Now, two more fingers.”

  Expecting him to put fingers from his other hand in her pussy, she was surprised when he slid them up her ass, using her juices as lubricant.

  “Like that, Emma-girl?” he growled. “Keep watching.”

  The sight of their four fingers sliding in and out mesmerized her. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, Steve removed his fingers and motioned for the others to do the same. Her pussy ached and convulsed for someone, anyone, to be inside her.

  “Roll over, Emma. Rest your arms beside Toby’s shoulders.”

  Before she was settled in place, Toby took one of her nipples into his mouth then sucked and pulled. Steve knelt beside her and rubbed the tip of his cock against her other nipple. Jack ran a finger through her pussy and wiped it over her ass before tearing open a condom and sliding it over his erection.

  Emma’s mind turned to mush as a moan of ecstasy tore from her. She barely heard Jack ask if she was ready and could barely nod.

  “Spread her cheeks,” Jack said, his voice vibrating deep in his throat.

  The cooler night air drifted across her hole as he wiped her fluids over it. Her ass clenched. “Hold still and remember to relax, just like before,” Jack reminded her.

  How the hell could she relax knowing the other two would join forces after he entered her? The tip of Jack’s hard shaft pressed against her outer ring of muscles. Inch by heat packed inch, he entered her ass, stretching her, pulling back then pushing in farther, deeper and deeper.

  “I’m in. Toby, you’re next.” He held her waist. “Let us do the work.”

  Pressure built as Toby filled her pussy. Every nerve ending, every cell and pore in her body felt like someone had attached her to an electric socket.

  A primal moan echoed through the trees, one that Emma barely recognized as her own. Her body was full, too full. She didn’t know where Toby started and Jack ended. Before either man could move, a white hot wave of spasms attacked her body, spiraling her to the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. The men held her in place as her body trembled its release.

  Before she came completely down to earth, Steve turned her head to him.

  “Open your mouth for me. You have one more cock to take into your body.”

  As her brain spun back into place, she realized she’d forgotten about Steve. She opened her mouth, allowing his hot, pulsing cock into her warmth.

  Suddenly they were all in action. Jack pulled back from her ass while Toby shoved deeper into her pussy. Steve kept his own pace in her mouth. In and out, back and forth, her world and body were filled with her men. Then Toby pinched one nipple while Steve squeezed her breast and pinched the other. Heat erupted as her body convulsed, and with a cock-clenching spasm, she milked each man dry. Her world went black.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  They set off down the mountain the next morning. After their incredible sex, they agreed to go to sleep or they wouldn’t have the energy to get up, let alone hike down a mountainside. Jack was concerned about how Emma was, but she assured him she was a little sore, but otherwise the good night’s sleep had done wonders.

  He was proud of the way she changed from a shy, reserved virgin, to a woman willing to take on three men and freely talk about it.

  After a short lunch break, they continued on until late afternoon when they broke out of the jungle into an open field.

  They’d walked a few hundred yards before a group of young, dark-skinned men, no older than teenagers, came from the copse of trees on the other side of the field. They each carried a long spear pointing at the foursome. Jack stopped and the others followed suit.

  “I knew there had to be other people on this island,” Emma muttered.

  “Shh,” Jack warned. “Don’t move a muscle.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” Steve whispered as every nightmare he had about cannibals flashed through his brain.

  The teenagers approached, and when they were close enough, Jack noticed some had blue eyes and some brown. A couple had skin the color of coffee with cream. None of them wore anything more than a loin cloth, and when they all turned around as if in retreat, their bare asses greeted them.

  Jack glanced at Emma. “Close your mouth before the flies get in,’ he whispered irritably as her eyes moved from one taut ass to another.

  From the corner of his eye he glimpsed a short, wrinkled man coming toward them. He used a large pole as a walking staff and walked up to Jack, eying him up and down. He turned to Toby and Steve.

  “You here to attack our women?” he asked, his eyes glowing when he spotted Emma.

  “Uh, excuse me?” Jack said, not sure he had heard right.

  “Are you deaf, mister?” the man said, reaching out to touch Emma’s red hair. She stepped out of his reach. His gaped-toothed grin covered her from head to toe. “Are you here to attack our women?”

  Steve stepped forward. “Uh, no. We came from over the mountain. We’ve been stranded there for a long time
.”

  “Long time, eh? Why you wait so long to climb over mountain?” He grinned at their scantily clad bodies.

  Jack nearly laughed at the man’s deduction. “Actually we didn’t find the trail until a few days ago. We’ve been busy trying to survive.”

  “Ach,” the man said, pointing his staff at them before turning away. “You no get off island from that side. Why you think we live over here? No boats or planes land over there. Too many rocks.”

  They followed the old man, the young ones stepping in behind them, several reaching out to touch Emma’s hair.

  “Stop that,” she yelled, slapping at their hands. “Get your hands off me,” she screamed at one persistent young man.

  The old man finally yelled at the youngsters, and they left her alone.

  In a few minutes they arrived at a village. A large number of women, wearing no more than the guards and holding the hands of a few naked children, stood to one side, watching. Other than the half dozen boys who had greeted them in the field and the old man, no other males stood in the crowd. At least six of the women were in various stages of pregnancy, their bloated bellies hanging over loin cloths, their swollen breasts swaying with each movement.

  “What’s your name, old man?” Steve asked.

  “Josiah,” he answered.

  Toby pulled Jack to his side. “See how many of them have blue eyes? I’d venture to guess they have visitors from the outside.”

  “I don’t see any older men here, either, just these boys.”

  “I also don’t see any boats.”

  Jack turned to Josiah, who was reaching for Emma. “Josiah, where are all your men?”

  Josiah shrugged and leaned on his staff. “They in boats looking for food. Big storm. Didn’t come back.”

  A woman with a rounded stomach sidled up to Jack and offered him a cup of water. “How long ago was this?” he asked, ignoring her.

  Again the old man shrugged. “Long time ago.”

  “Do you have boats coming here?”

  “Sure. Men likes our women.”

  “I just bet they do,” Toby muttered.

  “Quiet,” Jack said, hoping their rescue was imminent. “How often do the boats come?”

  “Only one boat. Comes when moon is big. Boat left yesterday.”

  “Can we stay here tonight, Josiah?”

  He nodded. “You join us for food.”

  Jack picked up the backpack he’d set at his feet. “That’s okay. We have food.”

  Josiah motioned to one of the young men. “Show them to the hut.”

  ****

  They dropped their bags at a thatched hut assigned to them near the end of the village.

  “I say we head out tonight and get away from this place. It gives me the creeps,” Emma said, shivering.

  Steve wrapped his arms around her. “I agree. The way they were looking at us, I felt like a piece of meat.”

  “Let’s have a snack and head out,” Jack said, digging in his backpack. “I think we’ll need to sneak out the back of the hut.”

  “Do we come back in a month?” Emma asked.

  Toby peered from the hut. “I sure would like…”

  “We know what you’d like to do, Dr. Toby, but we’re not going into the village to make sure the pregnant women are all right.” Jack pulled him away from the door. “They’ve been having babies without your help for eons and will continue to do so. Our safety is what matters now.” He slipped his bag over his shoulders. “Right now we need to get back to camp and get ready to head home. It’s time.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Late the next afternoon, Steve let out a loud whoop as they emerged from the jungle and came to their pool. Sighs echoed against the mountain walls as they stripped, eased their aching bodies into the warm water and enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

  “Jack?” Steve said.

  “Hmm?”

  “Do you think we should go back?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Should we go back to the village in a month and try to catch the boat or plane?”

  “What do you think?” Jack asked.

  “I think it’s time. Emma is right when she said we all had things to do. Since we now know we can be rescued, we’d be stupid not to.”

  “What about Josiah? That man gives me the creeps,” Emma asked.

  Toby opened one eye and looked at her. “We have a month to work out the details. Right now I want nothing more than a hot meal, my own bed, and to sleep for days.” He got out of the water, slipped on his shorts and sandals, picked up his bag, and headed back to camp.

  ****

  Emma was getting worried. Since coming back to camp, all they talked about and prepared for was getting off the island and back to civilization. They wondered if Josiah would give them trouble and if the captain of the boat would let them leave with him. They talked of finding the island again and if they wanted to.

  The one thing they didn’t do was make love. That was what worried her. Were they tired of her? Would they forget her when they left?

  Finally after supper, Emma had to say something before her complex got the better of her. “Guys, I need to ask you something.” They stopped their discussion on bribing the boat captain and looked at her expectantly. She took a deep breath. “Don’t you care about me anymore?”

  “What the hell kind of question is that?” Jack’s eyebrows rose under his hairline.

  “Of course. We love you,” Steve added.

  Toby scrambled to her side. “Are you crazy?”

  “Then why are we still sleeping alone? We have only a little over three weeks left together and…and…” She couldn’t go on or she’d break into sobs, the idea of leaving these men so difficult.

  Steve joined them. “We’re sorry, Emma,” Steve said. “I guess we’ve been so wrapped up in getting rescued, we’ve let our relationship with you slip.”

  “I’m beginning to think you don’t desire me anymore and will be glad to leave me.” She hated to sound like a petulant child but that was simply how she felt.

  “Ah, geez, Emma,” Steve said, taking her face in his hands. He gave her a whisper of a kiss. “We love you, Emma. I, for one, would never stop desiring you. Even when we leave the island.”

  “Me, too, babe,” Toby said.

  Jack was certain his desire and love for Emma would never diminish. Once they left the island though, they probably would never see each other. He meant to go back to puddle-jumping islands. Toby needed to finish his residency in New York, and Steve hoped he still had a job at his university in Chicago. It was more than he cared to think about. His throat closed up, and his eyes burned. He didn’t say anything, just wrapped her in his arms and held on.

  ****

  The following weeks passed in a blur for the foursome. Every chance they had, they made love. They no longer took turns on assigned nights, the rules Emma set forth earlier tossed to the warm island breezes. If one of the men wanted her, all he did was ask. It didn’t matter what time of the day or where they worked. Their time with each other was coming to an end, and they needed to store up memories and as much loving as possible.

  At times, desire struck Emma and without any hesitation, she would approach one of the men. Regardless of who was present, she fondled and sucked him to arousal and then sat on his cock, or pulled him down on top of her. Before long, the other two joined in, and they would be a foursome again. Clothes became an option, and they opted out.

  Often one of the men would take her hand and lead her up to the cave where they could be alone. To talk, to laugh, to make love.

  Their last night at camp arrived all too soon. The next day they would hike to the mountain top and the following day to the village. Assuming what Josiah said was accurate, the men from the ship would be on shore with the women. They would wait until dark and slip aboard the ship while the crew was occupied.

  At first they thought about stealing the boat, but Steve reminded Jack they did
n’t have a clue where they were. So they decided to get on board, hide out until out to sea, then show their faces. If they had any problems, they would make sure the captain and his crew were well compensated for their help.

  Emma leaned back in her chair and watched the nearly full moon rising in the sky. The fire crackled in the pit, and the men talked quietly, drinking the remaining brandy. Emma took a sip and sighed. She couldn’t believe this was their last night together. In a few days she would be back in Washington, D.C., facing her parents and Francois. It would be hard, but her newly found inner strength would make what she wanted possible. All except keeping the men who loved her in her life. Bringing them back and setting up house together would certainly create an uproar.

  “Does anyone have an idea what the date is?” she asked.

  Steve set his cup of brandy down and got his notebook from the plane. “By my calculations, and I believe I’ve lost a few days here and there with the hurricane and other things, I think…well, I’ll be damned. I think it’s Christmas Eve, or as close as I can figure.”

  “Christmas Eve?” Emma innocently. “Anyone have any gifts to give?”

  Emma laughed as the men fumbled through excuses or tried to find something for her.

  “Relax you guys, I know the perfect gift.”

  “What’s that?” Toby asked, relieved to be off the hook.

  “I want to recreate our first time.”

  “You want to remember the night we crashed?” Steve asked.

  Emma pushed at his leg with her foot. “No, you goof. I want to recreate the night…the night…well, you know.” For some reason shyness crept over her.

  Jack grinned when he realized what night she meant. “You mean you want to recreate the night we all first made love.”

  Emma swore she saw a light bulb light above his head. She grinned into his eyes. “Yes.”

  “I think we can handle it. What do you say, gentlemen?”

  Toby stood. “Emma, put on the outfit you wore that night. We’ll take care of the rest.”