by Jools Louise
According to Niamh, who I had spoken to on the phone, and found an instant respect for, Ray had certainly turned a corner. She felt he was far better living in paradise than being constantly reminded of what they had lost. Their eldest son had been killed in a bomb blast meant for Ray. Politics. Greed. A lifestyle which he hadn’t been able to avoid, since his family had been involved with too many gangsters for too many years. Yes, today was a good day.
Chapter Six:
Turning a Corner
I had envisioned our island as a sanctuary from the beginning. It had been intended as a facility to help people suffering from mental trauma who were struggling to acclimate to mainstream life.
Six months after a vicious attack on the island by a deranged group of thugs bent on revenge, and the El Santuario was getting back to normal. Except it was a new kind of normal. We had some additions to our island. Ray’s family, for one. Plus, we had ended up with twenty children staying here, the remnants of a hundred children who had been abducted by the Triad gang. Jackson had worked tirelessly to return all the children to their homes. The great thing was that the majority had been returned safe and sound to loving families relieved to have them back.
The sad part was that twenty had come from families who either wouldn’t or couldn’t take them back. Some had simply sold their children to the ruthless gang. Others had lost their lives trying to stop their children being taken. Overcoming any legal problems, we had volunteered to keep the children. The crew had built a school, and unbelievably, we actually had a tutor, in the form of Ray’s younger sister Bridget.
Bridget was awesome. She stood for no nonsense from anyone, but had a kind heart and an enthusiasm for teaching and life, which was inspiring. Between her and Niamh and Ray, they had taken the children under their wings and all were thriving.
A house was built for Ray and Niamh and their children. I decided things were getting a little crowded and had the guys help me build a villa further away from the main compound. Situated on a small peninsula of land a mile away from everything else, it was ideal. Quiet, private, and in a fantastic setting with its own private beach. I felt, with all the children around, it would be best to not advertise my relationship with my crew. Ours was definitely a unique arrangement, which we agreed should be kept discreet.
Which meant that at midday on my day off, I was lounging in my bikini looking out at my private bit of beach thinking horny thoughts. A small pool had been dug, connected to a wind generator, which supplied power to the island. Eight wind turbines had been placed in the centre of the island, and along with the solar panels on the roofs of the villas, medical facility and admin building, we were pretty self-sufficient. Right now, I was enjoying lying on a comfy lounger, catching up on some light reading. Something about male shape-shifters mating and enjoying some pretty hot sex. Gay romance was great!
“Hey, luscious,” Max called out, coming out to the pool area and sitting on the lounger next to me.
I smiled at him, giving him the once-over. He was shirtless and in a pair of sexy trunks displaying his tight body perfectly.
“Hey, hunk.” I placed a hand over the bulge at his crotch, licking my lips as the bulge engorged under my hand, tenting the trunks as his arousal immediately became apparent. I squeezed lightly, rubbing my fingers over the burgeoning meat under the thin material. He gave a low growl, grabbing my hand and shoving it under the waistband. The hot, silken feel of his cock against my hand had me smiling at him as I began stroking the meaty, throbbing length.
“Slacking again?” I asked, chuckling at his snort followed by a gasp and a “…fuck, yeah!” from him.
“I really did need to ask you something about the resort, but right now, all I can think of is shoving my cock so deep into your juicy cunt, you’ll come screaming.” I could smell his hot flesh as he leaned over. One hand tweaked my nipples to aching hardness while the other followed a teasing trail along my soft abdomen and began rubbing against my clit.
I widened my legs, smiling as his lips found mine and he straddled me on the lounger.
My eyes locked with his.
“Are you okay, Max? I know it’s been six months, and I know you’re trying to forget, but I worry. I see that scared look in your eyes. How do I fix it?” His eyes closed briefly. When they reopened he stared down at me.
Shifting up, I knelt as well, my arms going around him and holding him close.
My head rested on his shoulder and I felt his cheek nestle on the top of my head. My hands rubbed his back, feeling the silken heat of his smooth skin marred with the thin scars which interlaced his back. I closed my eyes, enjoying his closeness.
“You can’t fix it, luv. It will take time, that’s all.” I hugged him closer, kissing his shoulder.
“You know we all love you, right?” I whispered, his arms around me feeling safe and warm. I hoped he felt the same.
He lifted his head, tipping my chin up. We ended up sitting face-to-face, my legs over his as our hands caressed arms, chest, shoulders and faces.
“When my parents died, I had to leave the area. I needed to earn a living, and got a job at a night club in the city. It catered to the BDSM crowd, with rooms in the basement for ‘special parties.’” Max sneered this last bit. I cupped his cheek, kissing his chest lightly in comfort. “It never really bothered me, the whole sub/Dom thing, since everyone there were adults, so that’s okay, right?” He closed his eyes, obviously remembering something horrible as his face creased up in a frown.
“Were you attacked?” I asked, now straddling his lap, and wrapping my arms around his back as I kissed his cheek.
“I met a guy. A Dom. He was handsome, sophisticated and really sexy.” Max gave a half-smile, which had a bitter edge to it. “Apparently, the culture is about trust, with the sub being the one ultimately in control. It’s supposed to be about mutual pleasure. That’s what I found out later, anyway, from Jackson. I don’t think Ken knew that part. For him, the pleasure was to be all his. Nothing for the sub. I’d heard rumours and decided to try a couple of things out. Christ, I was naïve!” Max shook his head, cursing a little.
“We think predators should be ugly with a big sign on them telling us what they are,” I murmured, rubbing against his shoulder. “But the best predator is the one you don’t see coming, the one who blends in and acts ‘normal’” Max nodded abruptly.
“Oh, he was a predator, all right. He persuaded me to just try it, that he would stop whenever I wanted to stop. He gave me safe words, told me that whenever I needed to, I could use the safe word. The bastard got me strung up like a Christmas goose. I was strapped to a wooden frame, butt plug in place, and I was pretty turned on. He used a light whip at first, nothing too bad, and it got me amped up. Then he got more intense. A bull whip. I used the safe word. But he ignored me, and started whipping me.
“When I yelled out for help, using the safe word and any others, he put a ball gag in my mouth until I couldn’t scream any more. I’ve never felt so completely helpless in my life. He whipped me all over, even though he could see I wasn’t aroused. He fucked me hard, too, over and over. I passed out after a while. When I came around, I was lying on the bed. He told me how great I had been, what a good sub I was. I knew he was an asshole. As soon as he left, I did, too. I told my boss, who laughed and handed me my severance pay. He told me to fuck off. I left.” He sighed against me, his lips finding mine, fingers caressing my back.
“When the gang hurt me six months ago, it wasn’t the pain that freaked me out so much as the feeling of being completely helpless. I hate not being able to move. I hate having control taken away from me. That’s what’s been bugging me.”
I deepened the kiss, my hand moving between our bodies to find his naked cock again.
“Sweetie, you were my first guilty pleasure,” I murmured against his lips. My fingers stroked faster, twisting a little as they rubbed against the head and my nail finding his slit. “I never thought I’d make love with more than one g
uy. I fantasised about being with a group of sexy men who loved me just as much as I loved them. Then I found you and Jackson. I couldn’t believe my luck. I’ve made love with you all so many times.” Max was moaning now, his hips moving in time to the rhythm I had going on his dick.
“One of the best times was with you and Jackson on the plane over here, two years ago. I remember your beautiful smile, this beautiful cock and how gentle and sexy you were. You still are.” His hips lifted as I shifted to remove my bikini, then manoeuvred so he could push his shorts down and off.
I lifted up, sinking down so Max was sheathed completely inside me. He gasped and I arched my back, giving him access to my tits. His mouth took up the offer greedily, nibbling and sucking and biting the nipples into ripe little nubs. Riding his cock, I lifted up and down, clamping down hard with each up stroke and sinking back down in one smooth plunge. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he began to buck his hips up into me.
Turning me, still joined, he moved me so my back was to his front, my ass cheeks flush with his abs. My arm went around his neck, my head tilted so he could kiss me. The scorching kiss went on and on, our bodies moving in synch as he pounded up into me with a steady rhythm that had us both groaning in pleasure.
“I had a feeling you’d be slacking again.” Dean’s amused voice reached my ears, almost drowned out by the roar of lust. I whimpered as I felt lips at my clit, licking and nibbling at the moist bud and driving me insane. I peered down my body, whimpering again at the sight of Max’s thick cock disappearing inside my pussy while Dean’s blond head dipped between my thighs, his pink tongue lapping at me like a greedy cat. The added stimulation sent me over the edge and I came with a loud cry as the ecstasy overtook me.
“That’s one.” Dean laughed, his mouth lapping at the flood of cream dripping from me, and I whimpered, my body still convulsing.
I grunted as two fingers penetrated me, as well as Max’s cock. I remembered when these two studs had double-fucked me, and I moaned as Max turned me to face him again. Dean’s fingers returned to my pussy, rubbing against my sopping clit while his tongue began lapping at my ass. Max leaned back on his hands, ass resting on his heels as he bucked up into me with slow, sure strokes.
Dean gently pushed me forward and I braced myself on his chest. My head fell forward, my hair brushing Max’s chest and I began licking and biting at Max’s nipples. I felt the coolness of lube and then Dean’s fingers probed my ass, scissoring inside me for a few moments. I began to push back against the invaders, panting at the feeling of fullness. I whimpered a little as the fingers disappeared, gasping as I felt the thick head of his cock at my rear entrance.
“Fuck!” I moaned, my mouth finding Max’s and kissing him hungrily. My body was slick with sweat, my hair a tangled mess as I writhed up and down on Max. Dean’s lovely cock pierced my tight ass and filled me to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I froze, gasping at the burn. Filled in both holes, the feeling was incredible, not like when Caleb and Michael double-fucked me. That felt like I was being split in two by two giant tree trunks. This was amazing, and as my body adjusted to the slab in my ass, the studs began to surge against me.
Dean’s fingers pinched my nipples as his chest rested against my back, cock deeply impaled within me.
“That’s the idea, luscious!” Dean laughed at me hoarsely. Each surge of his cock into me pushed me onto Max’s, and each thrust of Max’s hips had me impaled on Dean. The pair of studs soon got a good rhythm going, fucking me fast and hard. My arm went around Dean’s neck as I sat up, my mouth finding his in a sizzling kiss as we rocked together in a tangle of limbs and cocks and sweaty bodies. Fingers found my clit, rubbing hard and sending shockwaves zinging everywhere. With a cry, I came, my sheath milking Max’s cock as my ass clamped down on Dean’s. This seemed to amp them up even more, and I watched as they locked lips, kissing hungrily as they continued to fuck my ass and cunt like there was no tomorrow. My body was at their mercy, my forehead against Max’s shoulder as I was pummelled from both directions, my body lolling like a rag doll between them.
I rested my cheek against Max’s slick chest, letting them do all the work as I writhed between them, impaled in the front and back until I heard a guttural grunt. Warmth flooded my ass, searing my insides with cum as Dean convulsed behind me. Max bucked once, twice before his head fell back and he came hard and hot. Shooting a heavy load of cum into me, he continued jerking inside me until collapsing beneath me, panting for breath.
With a crash, the lounger beneath us collapsed as well and we all burst out laughing as we sprawled, still joined on the mattress. We looked at each other, giggling hysterically whilst trying to catch our breath.
“Did the earth move for you, too?” I giggled, licking at Max’s lips and sucking on his tongue. I tipped my head a little, allowing Dean to join in the kiss, which got sloppy quickly. The kiss soon turned intense, the three of us lost for several minutes in the sensuous connection.
“I love you, Jess,” Max growled huskily, easing back slightly. I smiled against his lips, feeling Dean’s warmth against my back before he eased out of my snug tunnel in the back. I moaned a little at the loss, wincing slightly as the thick cock withdrew. No matter how many times I got ass-fucked, I still felt the burn. It was a good feeling, but still…
“I love you, too.” Dean knelt beside us, leaning down to kiss me gently on the mouth. “Time to clean off, though.” His lips found Max’s swollen ones and he hungrily ate at his lover’s mouth, growling with need. The kiss was brief but hot as hell before he gave Max a light slap on the ass and got to his feet.
His sleek frame glistened with sweat in the sunlight as he stood, then moved to the side of the pool and dove in.
A large splash sounded, followed by cold water spraying us. I squealed at the chill on my heated skin, then let out a growl as I eased off Max’s softening cock and leapt into the pool to begin dunking Dean’s laughing head. Max lay there laughing at us before he soon followed, splashing us both vigorously.
The water fight was on. Of course, it wasn’t too long before our ruckus got sexy again, and I ended up sandwiched between my two beautiful men again. My ass and pussy got another pounding as I bounced between them as we stood waist-deep in the pool. I reckon this type of aqua-aerobics may not become a common one in public swimming pools, but it was a great way to work out!
Exhausted by the time we left the pool after two more screaming orgasms, I ended up sprawled on another lounger, the extra-wide one. Dean and Max lay next to me, occasionally sneaking kisses, and our hands continuously found each other as we talked lazily about the new additions to our little island.
Chapter Seven:
Now We’re Invaded by Geek Scientists!
Okay, so picture this scenario. I’d given up my busy life in England to try to get away from stressful situations and help people. So I moved to the tropics, to the other side of the world to a small island in the South Pacific, near Fiji. Perfect, right? I ended up in a ménage relationship with several hunky bisexual men who kept me filled with cum and happiness in pretty much equal quantities. This would no doubt seem disgusting and immoral to some, but who cares, I’m the one getting laid on a regular basis! And loving it!
During the two years we’d been here, we’d been invaded by a number of characters. Psychotic men attempting murder. A psychotic woman and her band of murderous men trying to murder me and my men. The Australian SAS and Navy, who are trying to find the aforementioned psychotic woman and her troops. A bunch of children kidnapped by the psychotic woman after she tried to sell them to various scumbags who don’t like paying for their workforce.
My stress level had been fluctuating between slightly anxious to adrenalin-charged violent outbursts! Right now, I’ve been cursing a blue streak at the news that a group of conservation-minded environmentalists had decided to use our little turtle beach for research. I imagined if they’d been here a year ago they’d have run screaming like little children wh
en the poachers turned up. We were responsible for our turtles’ safe-keeping not a bunch of geeks wearing friendship bracelets and running around kissing trees!
Apparently, a university in New Zealand had asked Jackson if we had any turtles on our island. Unbelievably, he had admitted that we did, and now we were to be hosting a group of zit-faced students who wanted to study our turtle beach in the name of conservation. I wasn’t exactly happy about the situation. We’d successfully protected them so far, and after events recently, I was a little fed up with having people just show up when they felt like it! Okay, so I’m feeling slightly crabby lately. Sue me!
Waiting at the small airfield, I wondered about the students. We had a list of the names, six in all. A professor Simon Wheaton was in charge of the study. There were two female students named Sally and Breanna, plus three male students known as Brett, Dion and Vincent, all grad students aiming for their doctorate.
The noise of the approaching aircraft had me looking skyward and I felt the tension rising inside me. The noise increased until I could finally see the small jet approaching. It was soon on the tarmac and taxiing to a halt.
Caleb stood beside me, ready to help with luggage. Since we were dealing with students, I wasn’t sure how much luggage they would bring, since they would have equipment plus personal items. I played safe and got both luggage trolleys.
The door to the jet opened. Max, who was playing cabin steward for the new arrivals, peeped out, then unfurled the steps to the runway. He gave me a slightly frightened look and my alarm bells began ringing. Why was Max scared? Who was he scared of? One by one, the students disembarked and I went to greet them. Digging deeply into my reserves of patience, I smiled at them as I counted five students. Giving them the spiel about the island, I advised them we would wait for a few minutes until their boss disembarked. Probably he had mislaid something. After several minutes, however, there was still no sign of the professor or Max Usually Max would have disembarked as soon as everyone else reached the tarmac, but since the professor was delayed he had stayed aboard. Perhaps the professor was injured or sick? I remembered the fear in Max’s eyes, though ,and frowned to myself, staring at the plane with growing trepidation.