by Jools Louise
I jumped as I felt the brush of lips on my cheek, the caress of fingers along my jaw before the slick warmth of a moist tongue glided against my parted lips. The warmth of a hard body moved behind me, a hard ridge pressing impertinently against my ass.
My head lolled back, my nostrils getting a whiff of scent.
“Jackson,” I murmured. I felt the soft chuckle, then shivered as a second set of fingers found my nipples, pinching them through the sheer material of my top.
I licked my lips, feeling a sudden rush of moisture between my thighs and the sudden weakness of my legs to hold me up. Hands, I couldn’t tell whose, began removing my clothing. Soon I was naked, the soft night breeze rippling along my skin, adding to the sensations bombarding my senses.
I felt movement, then I was lifted.
“Hold on to this.” The words were said softly and I shivered again at the sensual promise there.
“Yes, Michael.” I heard his chuckle at my retort.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, and moaned a little when a very familiar object was put in my hand.
Warm, thick enough that my fingers couldn’t quite grasp it, the object was slick and throbbed slightly. As I brushed my hand along the length, it jerked slightly in my grasp. The tip was broad and blunt, with a smear of warm moisture oozing from it. My thumb explored, and I dipped my nail into a small crevice there, feeling it jerk again, followed by a low curse. The other end was attached and my hand made the return journey, about seven-and-a-half inches back to the root. Hanging heavily below the thick piece of warm meat, I investigated the plumlike globes there. A second groan sounded as I rolled them around in my palm, squeezing lightly before returning to stroke the piece of slick meat again.
Gasps and moans met my ears and I smiled as I soon found my hand covered with warm fluid, the grunt preceding it telling me that my ministrations were driving the recipient crazy.
I lifted my hand, raising it to my lips and licking the salty residue from my fingers, humming with delight as I lapped it all up like a contented cat.
“Let me taste.” Max was there now and I felt his lips on mine. Hungrily, he slid his tongue inside, tasting the delicious cream on mine. I moaned, sinking into the kiss until I was a hot, horny mess of lust.
The blindfold was removed and I blinked. My eyes widened as I saw Brett standing there, his expression of pure desire unexpected. I glanced down. With a gasp of surprise, I realised I had just jacked him off…in front of my crew. They didn’t seem too bothered, and were all smiling at me. They were naked as I was, cocks hard and gleaming as they sat or sprawled around the large lounger beside our pool.
“We invited Brett to our little party. We all think he’s sexy as fuck, and he told me earlier he’d be more than interested in exploring you further.” Jackson chuckled as he came up behind me, his fat cock wedging along my crease. I was so horny by this time I could hardly think straight.
The small semblance of sanity remaining had me glancing around at my guys. They nodded or smiled at me in encouragement. Apparently, they all approved of our latest recruit, even if Brett was only going to be a temporary addition.
Caleb moved in behind Brett, tilting the younger man’s head and locking lips in a kiss of such sizzling heat that I expected the ground to open up beneath the pair in steaming cauldron of lust.
My hand reached out, pinching Brett’s small brown nipple. My other hand gripped his semi-hard cock, stroking it to full hardness. Moving closer, my lips replaced my hand on his chest, licking a nipping my way downward. His pecs were well-defined and rippled slightly with each swipe of my tongue. I felt his groans of pleasure as I spent quite some time tormenting his nipples before moving to his abs.
The six-pack there held not a hint of excess fat, the muscles writhing under his tanned skin, cock jerking under my hand.
I found my way between his spread thighs, parting them even more as I dipped down and began suckling on his heavy balls. The reverberations as he moaned and groaned made me chuckle.
“Jess, you’d better start sucking on my meat fairly soon or I’ll be blowing another load right up your nose!” I chuckled again, my laughter blending with the others’ as Brett started to come unglued.
“Sweetie, I’ve never missed a cumshot yet. You blow away!” He cursed again, then whimpered as my mouth took his seven-and-a-half inches deep, my nose buried in the trimmed pubic hair at the root. He jerked once, then twice before I felt the shot of thick cream splatter against the back of my throat.
“Jeezuschristalmightythatwasfuckingfantastic!” he screamed as his second orgasm kept on coming.
Lapping up the flood of cream, I sat back, laughing merrily as his legs finally gave out and he collapsed in a heap on the ground.
Caleb knelt beside him, his hands caressing Brett’s sweaty frame and his mouth returning to lock lips until the young man was writhing in lust once more. I crawled toward him, rolling him to his stomach and biting his ass cheeks one by one.
“Dean, look at this peachy little butt. Do you fancy a taste?” Dean leapt up from his seat, laughing. Spreading Brett’s trembling legs, Dean dove between them, parting the soft globes of flesh and finding the small pink rosebud there. We shared a grin as Brett began to yell again, pushing his butt back toward us as Dean gave him a light slap. Brett yelled even louder when Dean’s voracious tongue descended on the tight ring of muscle, licking and probing mercilessly.
“Here, let me have a taste.” I giggled as Brett’s cursing turned to whimpers and I dipped in for a taste. My fingers found his ball sac, fondling the tightening globes as my tongue licked at the musky hole.
“Louis, do you want any?” I was acting like the perfect hostess, offering up Brett’s hole like he was the feast at a banquet.
We laughed, enjoying tormenting Brett until he was a writhing mess beneath us. Each of us took turns. His cock was suckled and stroked, his balls fondled and squeezed, his perineum and crease licked and explored. His rosebud quivered as we probed it with tongues and fingers until finally, with a gasping cry, Brett shot a third load all over himself.
By this time, the rest of us were horned up to the max and I found myself lifted onto the lounger. Sinking down onto Jackson’s large frame, I straddled his cock and impaled myself as he lay back with a lusty groan of pleasure. Marcus came in behind, his fingers quickly preparing my ass before sinking in with a harsh growl. Screaming lustily, I rode Jackson with all the skill of a bull rider as Marcus ploughed my ass. In pairs, the rest of the crew fucked me. Ass, pussy, and mouth took load after load of creamy cum. Sixty-nining, double-fucking, we all spent hours enjoying each other.
As dawn’s light chased the moon over the horizon I found myself lying next to Brett, sweaty and covered in cum. I smiled at his expression. He looked well-fucked.
“So, did you enjoy the party?” I asked, giggling again as his blue eyes opened and he gave me a “well, duh” look.
“The only one I haven’t fucked is you.” I laughed as he pouted and looked at his flaccid cock. “I think maybe me and little Brett will need to take a rain check.”
My lips found his and my arms went around him. He moaned into my mouth, his body moving closer until we were pressed together full-length. My breasts were crushed against that hard chest, my belly feeling every ripped muscle in his washboard stomach. He pushed me back, moving on top and I felt the renewed vigour of his thick cock.
My laughter was muffled against his mouth and he paused.
“I usually don’t have lovers in fits of laughter when I kiss them.” He growled against my mouth.
“I thought little Brett needed a break.” I sputtered the words, in stitches as his diva attitude made an appearance. His snarky comment was teasing.
“Big Brett thinks that little Brett needs to get some action before it drops off from overuse.” I howled at that, tears of laughter streaming down my face.
“If it comes off inside me, you’re not invited to any more parties!” His face lifted and
he screwed up his nose in disgust.
“Eew! If it comes off at all, I’ll be suing for damages!” My laughter sounded again and I clutched at him, chuckling into his hot neck.
His mouth then found mine again, fusing to my lips as his tongue explored mine. I stifled more laughter, getting into the kiss, legs parting further as he slid his body between them. I uttered a muffled gasp as I felt his now-fully-extended cock my swollen pussy.
“Oh, yeah. Come on, little Brett, see if you can score a home run…before you’re retired permanently.”
Big Brett gave a growl of annoyance, pushing his hips forward as I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. The move forced his cock inside me, and with a quick snap of his hips, Big Brett drove Little Brett home in one forceful thrust.
“I think this could be considered a hole-in-one, don’t you?” Brett nipped my lips, grinning as I shuddered blissfully. His hips moved again, thrusting again and again. Kneeling up, he threw my legs over his shoulders, tilting my ass so he hit my pussy at a new angle. Speeding up, every thrust hammered home and I screamed as I was impaled over and over. I heard and felt the slap of his balls against my ass, then the pinch of his fingers at my nipples.
Without missing a beat, I was thrown onto my stomach, my ass tipped up, and his cock continued pummelling my pussy with ever-increasing power until, with a scream of ecstasy, I came, slamming my hips back at him with each power-drive. His throaty moan preceded his own orgasm. One jerk, then a second, and he arched against me, slamming his cock so deep I saw stars. Hot semen sped from his cock like a jet-stream, his entire body convulsing as he came hard and hot deep inside me.
I collapsed in a sweaty heap, giving an exhausted chuckle as he followed suit. His cock was still buried deep inside me, cum oozing from me as his gigantic load overflowed and began trickling along my inner thighs. I felt his rampaging heartbeat against my back, his hot breath panting against my neck, and felt about as content as I ever had.
Maybe Brett was a keeper, too.
My eyes closed and I must have dozed off for a moment.
Not for long.
In the next instant, Brett was lifted off me and, along with a loud burst of laughter, the pair of us were tossed into the pool.
“Welcome to paradise, Brett.” Max was giggling his head off as Brett and I surfaced, sputtering madly.
Cannon-balling, Max jumped in right next to us, nearly landing on me as I scrambled madly for the side of the pool.
One by one, the rest of the crew all jumped in, splashing and dunking and laughing gleefully in a free-for-all lasting half an hour as we cleaned off.
Exhausted, I finally made my escape, running to get a towel before collapsing onto my bed and closing my eyes.
I felt the mattress dip as more bodies turned up, our little snuggle pile ending up with all seven crew members plus me cuddling together.
My eyes opened and I noticed Brett standing uncertainly by the door.
“C’mere, Big Brett. We’ve got about three hours’ sleep before we have to get up.” I reached out a hand and he moved forward hesitantly. Max, on the outside of the pile, grabbed the younger man by the waist, dragging him onto the bed next to him and Caleb.
“Welcome to the crew, gorgeous.” Max snuggled next to him, curling around to spoon against Brett’s back before dozing off.
I saw Brett’s smile, saw his amazement at the casual acceptance. Then he winked at me before settling down and closing his eyes.
My eyes met Jackson’s, who lay facing me.
“Thank you. I love you.” I mouthed the words, giving him a soft kiss, then wrapped around him. “Night, guys, love ya.” And I fell asleep, oblivious to the mumbled replies.
Epilogue
I sat gazing out to sea two weeks later. It was unusual for me to be awake so early, but I had a lot to think about and my brain just wouldn’t shut up. Rather than disturb the others, I quietly left our bed, walking down to the beach and sinking into the soft sand.
There was nothing quite so soothing as watching the gentle lap of waves on the shore as the sun came up over the horizon. The pinks and oranges and purples of a new dawn.
Professor Wheaton had been transferred back to New Zealand. He was being evaluated by professionals there, including the police. A decision had been made based on Brett’s comments, plus our own experiences with the professor. The man needed help, and El Santuario was not equipped to deal with someone in his condition. He needed to be in a secure environment that gave him a feeling of safety. Our little island was designed for those who had been through treatment and needed longer after-care to rehabilitate them. Some stayed, but most were able to find a place back in mainstream society.
The professor had a long list of issues, brought about by a history of abusive parents and teachers. He had never sought treatment, had simply tried to bury the past by pushing himself into his studies. Eventually, the cycle of abuse had begun again, through him. Bullying had turned to violence, and several of his victims had come forward to add to the evidence against him.
I and Jackson both went to New Zealand to speak to the authorities there. While the man was obviously violent, we wanted them to at least attempt to treat him as a mentally ill patient, as opposed to just another thug on the street.
Jackson was convinced he could be treated successfully, but it would take months before we knew the outcome. So far, the authorities were going with our recommendation and it looked like he would be charged and arrested but sent to a secure care facility rather than jail.
We were pleased at that. Sometimes crimes were not clear-cut.
The students had completed the research they needed, with Brett volunteering to stay and complete his doctorate studies here. I smiled as I thought of the diva. The guy certainly had attitude to spare, and then some. But he had his moments. He had come from left field, throwing me a curve ball since he wasn’t at all the kind of guy I fantasised about. But he was sneaking into my heart, like my crew had. I was falling for him big time. I think I laughed with him more than anyone.
He could turn on the flaming queen at the drop of a hat, stalking around and having us all in stitches. Then in the next second he’d sit quietly nearby with his head in a book and go all studious on us. Other times he could discuss in detail everything there was to know about conservation and turtles with Raphael, leaving me a little in awe at the extent of his intelligence. In the next second, he’d send me his evil grin and go on at length about how Little Brett was in need of somewhere to park himself, having me in fits of laughter again. He was certainly not boring. And judging by the crew’s reactions to him, they were falling for him, too.
The crew and I have welcomed him as a temporary crew member for now. The decision is not because we don’t like him. It’s more because we’re not sure he’ll be here for all that long. For the rest of us, El Santuario is home, our refuge from the insanity of the rest of the world. Brett is just starting his life. I’d like him to experience all the world has to offer before deciding to isolate himself here for the rest of his life.
I felt someone sit beside me and turned my head, my thoughts interrupted.
“Hey, Big Brett.” I grinned at him, nudging him with my shoulder.
He snorted, nudging back.
“Jackson said I’d find you here. You okay?”
I sighed, staring out to sea again.
“Just thinking. It’s been quite a year. This place is turning out differently than how I imagined.”
“Is that a good different or a bad different?” Michael appeared beside me on the other side and I leaned into him.
I kissed his shoulder, pulling Brett over to rest against me.
“I feel like since we came here, we’re having to fight to stay here. Poachers, psychopaths, gangsters. Students.” The last had Brett snorting at me derisively and I chuckled, squeezing his hand.
Michael laughed at our antics.
“You feel like we’ve been invaded.” Jackson joined us, sitti
ng behind me, legs either side of me.
“Don’t you?” My head tilted back, catching his rueful smile.
“Do you want to leave?” I caught the serious tone in his voice and frowned.
Turning slightly, I faced him, clasping his hands.
“No. That’s not an issue. This is home now. I don’t want to leave. I may have hinted at that when things got bad, but I’d fight tooth-and-nail to stay here. Short of a bomb being dropped, I’m staying.”
“Er, I wanted to ask you something.” Brett spoke quietly, tone hesitant as though expecting a refusal.
“Ask away, Big Brett.” Max turned up next, grabbing Brett and hugging him close, before putting him in a full nelson and knuckling the top of Brett’s head. After the mini-wrestling match was finished, Brett pushed Max away, laughing breathlessly.
“I’d like to stay. I know you think I’m too young, but I really do feel at home here. I’ve been here five minutes and you’ve welcomed me and made me feel wanted. I’d like to stay.” He repeated the last bit, ducking his head and blushing bright red.
Jackson looked at me, raising a brow. I nodded, grinning.
Max let out a whoop of joy, then jumped Brett, who tried to fend off the maniac as sand flew in every direction.
“You do realise, if you were worried about Little Brett before, you may need a splint for him if you move in permanently!” Brett’s head shot up, the look on his face promising retribution, and I leapt to my feet. Making a dash for safety, I ran as fast as I could for the villa, laughing like a loon the whole way.
I was intercepted by Caleb, who came out to see what all the fuss was about. In short order, I was grabbed, stripped, and splayed out in perfect position for a group fuck. The rest of the crew, including Brett, soon stopped my laughter. Sighs and moans and growls and groans filled the bedroom. Little Brett found his mark inside me and I giggled just before I was fucked into the mattress.
Brett was one invasion I was quite happy about. He could invade me any time he wanted.