by Jools Louise
I slowed as I reached the end of the path. I heard voices and crouched down gingerly, moving into a stand of coconut palms to watch. Raphael and Riley were there, chatting and laughing. Jackson, Marcus, and Louis also stood by. The atmosphere was pregnant with anticipation and I sat excitedly, hoping some of the little critters buried in the sand would make an appearance soon.
A hand on my shoulder had me jumping out of my skin and squeaking in alarm.
“Now then, my lovely, didn’t you tell everyone that you would not put yourself in potential danger unless one of us was under threat?” I looked into Michael’s amused caramel eyes and scowled. Dammit!
My bottom lip pouted and I crossed my arms across my chest. If he tried to take me back I’d pull his ears!
“Well, now that’s a mature look for you, luscious. If you’re very good, we won’t tell Jackson you snuck away from us.” Dean grinned at my one-fingered reply, kneeling beside me and giving me a kiss on my snarling mouth.
“I think maybe we need to think of an appropriate punishment for later, don’t you?” Caleb ruffled my hair, pulling on my long braid and I eyed him with a narrowed look which had his bright smile flashing and a deep chuckle leaving him.
“It better not involve spanking or time-out. I’m not three years old, you know!” All three men laughed aloud at that.
“Sweetness, we know you aren’t in any way a child…except for your little tantrum right now that is!” Dean kissed me again, wrapping a strong arm around me and hugging me close, being careful not to squeeze too tightly in case he hurt my ribs.
“If you’re all here, who’s back at the resort?” I decided to change the subject quickly.
“Max is on duty. Marty, Sylvia, Ray, and the other guys are with him. Cara took our two remaining guests back to Australia and should be back in the morning.”
Before Michael could continue speaking, a shout of excitement came from the beach.
We all looked over there, eager to see what was happening.
“You know, you’re not exactly well hidden, so you might as well watch. The first nest is stirring.” Jackson was laughing as he looked to where we were hiding in plain sight.
Sheepishly, my little group of runaways got up, moving along to where the other three stood watch.
We didn’t get too close, not wanting to interfere, but close enough to see the first tiny flippers pushing upward, then a head. Heaving itself upward, the first hatchling breached the surface sand and began dragging itself as quickly as it could toward the gently lapping ocean at the shore line.
It was almost like a signal had been communicated between the nests, since no sooner had the first hatchling dug its way out than its nest mates all decided to join him. About a dozen all wriggled out, followed by a dozen more. Louis shouted again, and sure enough more nests began to stir.
I’d never seen anything like it. Literally hundreds of baby Hawksbill turtles were making their bid for freedom at the same time. Raphael told us it would be several hours before all the nests were empty. We stood watching in awe, since already the beach was littered with tiny bodies all scrambling on tiny flippers for the sea. Fortunately for them, this beach was fairly clear of debris. Despite this, it was still a monumental effort to drag their tiny carcasses over the shifting sand.
A loud cheer went up as the first wave of hatchlings reached the water. Bobbing about, being buffered by the gentle surf they were soon out of sight, followed by thousands more. Seagulls and other seabirds circled overhead. Although the birds had to eat, too, turtles had a much grimmer survival rate, something like 1 in 1000 survived to adulthood. That figure depended on them actually leaving the beach at all and reaching the ocean. At that size, most every ocean predator would be after them but at least they were in their natural element. Here scrabbling on the sand, they were vulnerable from air attacks, having no defence from sharp beaks and claws.
I stripped off my loose shirt and began waving it in the air, discouraging the gulls from plucking their targets from the beach. I couldn’t help once the turtles reached the sea, but I was going to damn well help them get there!
I could hear several sniggers at my antics, since I must have looked like a complete lunatic standing there.
Turning to look at the peanut gallery, I noticed that Caleb, Jackson, Dean, and Michael were not looking at the turtle army and were now fixated on my boobs which were bouncing vigorously under my bikini top.
I rolled my eyes at them.
“Turtles first, then you can touch the merchandise.” I grinned as they all groaned in disappointment, then shared resigned looks.
“Run, little turtles, run! We have an orgy to get to!” Dean shouted, removing his t shirt and joining me in swiping at the noisy gulls overhead. I laughed at his eschewed priorities. Typical male!
Several hours later the last reptilian stragglers had reached their new home and were now having their first swimming lesson in the shallows.
It was getting dark now, and we left Riley and Raphael in charge of the nest site. Raph suggested that they needed to make sure there were no other nests which we had missed. Personally, judging by the heated looks of desire exchanged by the new couple, they wanted some sexy alone time together. I knew that was what was in store for me, since my guys were getting restless.
Soft touches, fleeting kisses, and sizzling looks were exchanged between me and my guys. Jackson was the first to break ranks. Walking up to me, his brown eyes gleaming with lust, he crushed me against him as his lips descended to mine.
I moaned against his mouth, opening to his voracious tongue as it swept inside and mated with mine.
I felt a hard, warm body against my back. A hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks, and I turned my head slightly to see Caleb moulded against me.
“Does this seem familiar to you?” Caleb murmured, his mouth joining with Jackson in a sexy three-way kiss which had us all amping up. Grinding against my front and back, I remembered my first meeting with Caleb. Both men had made me come, just from kissing and touching me. Caleb was pulling my shorts, his fingers delving beneath and finding my hot, wet core.
“We still need to punish you for not telling anyone where you were going, my love,” Jackson murmured against my mouth, then I felt myself lifted and slung over Caleb’s broad shoulder as Jackson moved away. “You broke your promise.”
I growled in irritation at being brought to near orgasm before being left wanting.
“We have to go get Max. He’ll want to be involved in the punishment.” I began to get a bit nervous.
“We won’t tie you down or hurt you, Jess,” Dean whispered to me, knowing my reticence around the whole BDSM kink.
“We might hold you down and tease you until you are screaming to come,” Louis spoke gruffly, brushing his fingers along my soft belly, then delving under my shorts and flicking against my clit. He and Caleb joined forces, both their fingers playing in the soft folds of wet flesh, leaving me whimpering for relief. He lifted my head, letting me watch as he dipped into my cream, then removed his fingers. Marcus came into view and I gave a growl of pleasure as he grabbed Louis’s slick fingers, sucking on them before sharing my taste with Louis in a toe-curling kiss which had my pussy throbbing with need.
“We have about two hours of walking to get back home. I think that’s plenty of time to get our naughty mate revved and ready to come.” Michael’s large hand descended on my ass, his fingers under my shorts. One long finger slid along my crack, then parted my cheeks before brushing against the quivering hole there. I whimpered. Two hours? I’d never last!
I was panting now, my body so hot and needy and aroused I thought I would come right then. Just as my senses threatened to explode, the fingers were gone and I was left cursing in frustration.
Jackson chuckled, slapping my ass lightly.
“Did you really think you were going to get away with it? You’re in for a veeery long night, sexy.”
“I’m thinking she may need spanking.” Ma
rcus slapped my other cheek and I squealed in outrage.
This only amped them all up more, and the next two hours taught me a few things about stamina, spanking, and that I really, really liked what they were doing. I would never go for whips and chains, but having them holding me at their mercy while they brought me closer to orgasm was mind-blowing. Except they didn’t let me come. That was the punishment. Fingers stroked, lips nibbled and kissed, and teeth nipped every inch of my quaking body. I trembled with unquenched desire, carried between six beautiful hunks who were enjoying the torture even as it drove me insane. No pain and no fear, just an endless stream of pleasure.
Full dark had settled on the island, but my guys certainly hadn’t finished with me by the time we reached the resort proper. We headed for the sheltered beach which was our private playground.
By now I was completely naked. My nipples were swollen and red and wet from being repeatedly sucked and licked and nibbled on. I was lying draped between Marcus and Louis, my legs around Marcus’s shoulders as he lapped at my clit, sucking at the taut nub lightly.
My head was twisted to reach Louis’s scorching lips, and Dean had joined in the sexy kiss, his fingers twisting my aching nipples as I writhed between them.
“The wanderer has returned.” Max’s voice reached my ears, the roaring sound of lust nearly drowning him out.
I opened my eyes as I was gently lowered, my legs like jelly, onto the large platform set partway between the shore and the tree line. Gentle waves lapped at the shore, and my eyes widened as I saw the myriad of candles which surrounded the platform. A large soft mattress lay there, cushions everywhere, and my body sank into the softness.
Max followed me down, his smile wicked with promise.
“Here I’ve been slaving away all day, and my beloved mate is out playing in the sand. I think maybe it’s my turn for some loving.” I whimpered as his mouth sucked on one toe, his tongue exploring the spaces between each one as he moved to torment each toe in turn. Dean knelt beside me, kissing me tenderly and I heard the sound of clothes rustling. My crew were getting naked.
The mouth on my foot swapped to the other one and my back arched as pleasure zipped through me. My clit throbbed, my nipples tingled, and my entire body was covered in sweat. I was definitely glowing.
“Let’s try something new, Dean.” Max left off his foot torture and I tried to regain some semblance of clarity.
I felt my body moving, too dazed to know what was happening. I was lifted by Marcus’s powerful arms, felt someone’s tongue lapping a sexy trail along my spine from nape to the top of my ass.
“She’s tasty. A little salty. Hmmm.” Caleb’s voice sounded behind me, his mouth muffled by my skin.
Looking down, I saw Dean’s and Max’s slim bodies sprawled out on their backs, asses and balls touching and cocks standing rigidly upright. Their legs were locked together, holding them in place. Jackson knelt beside them, holding their cocks together to form one thick throbbing rod. He produced a bottle of lube, slicking the engorged flesh. Kissing the very tip of each one had the two men groaning. I was lowered again, my legs straddling the men below me. My head fell back as I realized what was happening. Fuuck!
They were going to double-fuck my pussy. I trembled with renewed need, slightly nervous in case it hurt but so aroused that my pussy was leaking along my thighs. I wouldn’t need extra lube.
I felt Jackson’s hands positioning the cocks under me. Marcus kissed me, his tongue swirling with mine. Caleb was nibbling a trail along my spine, straddling Max’s face, and I heard his groan reverberate against my skin. Max was getting busy with Caleb’s butt from the sounds of it.
I stopped breathing, the double head of Max and Dean’s dicks were now parked at the slick, swollen entrance to my cunt. Fingers tweaked my nipples, adding to the overwhelming eroticism of the moment. I sank down slightly, the extra thick meat stretching me impossibly wide as it breached me. Gasping around Marcus’s hot mouth, I gripped his shoulders helplessly, clinging on as I sank further. I was stretched so wide it felt like I was a virgin all over again, the burn uncomfortable as muscles moved to accommodate the extra width.
“How are you doing, my love?” Jackson caressed my flanks, stroking my damp cheeks as I was lowered inch by excruciating in until with a sob of relief I felt my butt resting on Max’s taut belly. The double cock was now fully embedded and I felt so full, it was incredible. My back was arched, savouring the sensation as my muscles relaxed, embracing the intruder now.
I opened my eyes, staring into Dean’s beautiful eyes. They gleamed in the candlelight, his torso slick with sweat, mouth open as he keened in delight. I braced my hands on his beautiful abs. My thumbs caressed his torso, tweaking his flat nipples into aching hardness. He growled, back arching beneath me. The movement felt fantastic, pushing him deeper, sliding against Max’s cock deep inside me. Rising up slightly, I began to ride the invader skewered deep inside me.
Marcus then stood beside me, his cock replacing his mouth and I opened wide to suck on the leaking tip. Jackson stood on the other side, mirroring Marcus’s position and I switched from one delicious slab to the other as I found my rhythm. I experimented a little, not rising too much to dislodge the meat inside me, but just enough so that as I impaled myself to the hilt, the friction had murmurs of pleasure escaping from both Dean and Max. Max was still furrowing Caleb’s tight ass, and I could hear the sloppy sounds of his tongue rimming the sexy bartender’s tight hole.
Louis straddled Dean’s face, his ass facing me as he stuck his cock into Dean’s willing mouth. Groans, moans, whimpers, sighs, and growls echoed around the beach.
I was by now riding the double cock hard. Up and down, impale then withdraw over and over. I sucked on first one cock and then the other as I enjoyed the sounds of my lovers’ pleasure, tongues lapping at tight holes.
I felt broad hands on my back, pushing me forward to lie against Louis’s sweaty back. He moved forward a little, giving me more room, and I froze as a familiar finger began to probe at my rosebud. Surely they weren’t going to…
Sure enough, that familiar finger belonged to Michael. He rubbed his finger against my sphincter, preparing it to accept a larger spike. Breaching the muscle, gently he probed further. A second finger joined the first, and I felt the coolness of lube coating the tiny hole. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched tight muscles. I was lying fully impaled on the twin cocks, frozen in place. A third finger joined the others and then I held my breath as the thicker head of a ten-inch monster brushed the quivering hole.
A gentle hand gripped my shoulder and a soft kiss was placed on my shoulder.
“Let me do all the work. I don’t want to hurt you.” Michael’s deep voice preceded the push of his fat dick entering my clenching ass with one smooth thrust. Just the head pierced me and I groaned gutturally, hearing Michael echo the sound as he breached my hot chute. Waiting for my ass to relax, he leaned forward slightly and grabbed Louis’s head. Pulling the stud back slightly, he began to kiss the man hungrily.
I lifted slightly, then pushed down as I felt my ass relax. The move forced several more inches of Michael’s dick inside. I whimpered, hearing multiple groans at the sexy sight of my triple penetration. I could feel each throbbing bit of the cock in my ass, the thick vein running along its length as it smoothly pushed in ever deeper.
My mouth left Marcus’s, and I sank my teeth into his broad shoulder as Michael hit bottom. I screamed in pleasure at the overfull feeling as three cocks impaled me at once.
“Oh God! Holy Shit!” Max and Dean cried out, feeling the snug depths of my channel clench around their cocks as Michael joined the party.
We began to move again. Our rhythm had me alternately fucked by Michael and then Max and Dean in my ass and pussy. My mouth went back to sucking on Marcus’s and Jackson’s meat. The multiple stimuli were too much for us to last very long. With a scream I came hard, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me. Max came next, crying out as his balls
drew tight and he began to fill me with cum. Then Dean, his body bucking as his cock exploded hot cum, lashing my insides as his spunk jetted deep inside. Jackson’s seed pumped into my mouth, his hands in my hair holding me in place as I swallowed rapidly. Marcus turned my head before Jackson had finished and I took the second load greedily. Jackson spurted cum against my cheek and breasts and I hummed with pleasure as the delicious taste of spunk filled my mouth.
Dribbling down my chin, some escaped. Jackson and Marcus greedily lapped up the excess, sharing a sloppy three-way with me as I shared the double load with them. I heard Louis suddenly roar as he came in Dean’s mouth. Michael was still fucking me hard, building up speed as the two softening cocks in my pussy slid out. On my hands and knees I revelled in the hard fucking of my ass. Slamming my hips back at him, I cried out, tits jiggling as his hips slapped against my butt with each hard thrust.
I heard him cry out, looking behind to see Caleb kneel behind the stud. Caleb bit down on Michael’s shoulder, thrusting deep into the tight ass in one stroke. The penetration forced Michael harder against me and I came again, my scream of release echoing around the beach. I heard Michael roar, his hands gripping my hips, and he thrust deep as he came hard and hot. Spunk came in wave after wave inside my ass, overflowing and joining the mess which coated my inner thighs. I felt Michael roar again, then Caleb followed suit and dumped his load inside Michael’s clenching chute. I came yet again, trembling with exhaustion, and collapsed against Louis’s back. The final orgasm went on and on, overwhelming my senses until I blacked out.
I didn’t feel the tender caresses on my exhausted body, the gentle cleansing of cum and sweat from my skin. I didn’t hear the murmured endearments from each of my guys, nor see them share loving kisses as they gathered our gear up and took me back to my soft bed. I slept late the next day.