The Island, Chapter 25

Chapter 25

At some point in the night, I awoke with a hard-on, and rolling to the left I entered whichever one was on that side (in the morning I discovered it was Joelle) from behind. She sleepily but happily accepted my prick in her wet snatch and we silently and leisurely fucked our way to orgasm, drifting off to sleep again afterward.

When morning broke, brighter on this side of the island, I again woke with a boner, this time due to my full bladder. I didn’t even have a chance to empty it before Janie spotted my morning wood and climbed on top of me for another go-round. I gritted my teeth as she rode me, pushing hard on my distended bladder with each thrust, the sweet pain adding a new dimension to our fucking. When I looked to my left, I saw Joelle was now wide awake, watching our lovemaking intently, her hand between her legs and working busily. I turned my head enough to collect a searing kiss from her, then rolled back to look at Janie. She noticed Joelle’s masturbating and said, “Look in my bag, honey. I brought something for you. We didn’t get a chance to use it last night.”

Joelle brought one glistening hand out of her crotch and pawed through the tote bag Janie had brought to the beach. A frown marked her confusion as she grabbed ahold of whatever was in there, pulling it out.

“Oh my God!” she said in disbelief as a huge black dildo slid out of the tote. She hefted the thing, and I saw with amusement it had some medieval-looking attachment at its base, presumably meant to stimulate the clitoris.

“Where the hell have you been hiding that monster?” I murmured to Janie as she continued to ride me, smiling at Joelle’s astonishment.

“I borrowed it from the field hockey team.”

We watched as our horny Peruvian princess slipped the giant dong into her dripping snatch, biting her lip as her tight tunnel was stretched to its limit by the invading plastic penis. A deep, throaty moan erupted from her as it sank to the hilt. Joelle began thrusting it in and out of her, creating wet, squelching noises as she coated the thick, black cylinder with her juices. Watching her bring herself off was an amazing rush, and I looked at Janie to see that she was enjoying the show even more than I was, if that was possible. Her movement became a frenzied thrusting, her breath whistling in and out of her and her eyes glued to Joelle’s hairy, parted lips. She came quickly, hissing as she climaxed, then slowed her motion to a gentle rocking as she caught her breath.

Ever the thoughtful lover, she continued grinding against me, working to bring me to completion as well. Her pussy began its familiar muscular massage on my dick, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Neither was Joelle, apparently, as she was panting heavily, impaling her pussy furiously while staring at us. Her attention wavered between the point where my thrusting cock met Janie’s juiced up cunt, and Janie’s bouncing tits, which my lover had now begun squeezing and pinching. Seeing the breast stimulation must have triggered some need in Joelle, because in the next instant she had rolled herself on top of me, still frigging herself, and mashed one of those big, succulent tits into my face.

I accepted her offer, sucking the fat brown nipple between my lips and caressing the pebbly lump with my tongue. This seemed to be what she was looking for, and in a moment she commenced squealing and shuddering as she brought herself off. It didn’t take me long to follow suit, and I blasted Janie’s cervix with a load of semen, bellowing loudly in the process.

Joelle collapsed at my side, cuddling my arm and breathing harshly. As Janie milked the remaining jizz from my dick with her talented twat, she sang out in a sweet voice, “Good morning!”

Joelle and I both started laughing, and soon we had worked ourselves into hysterics, causing Janie to break up as well. “I think I’ve reached the pinnacle of my life,” Joelle finally managed to gasp, tears on her cheeks, her heaving laughs shooting the dildo out of her snatch and onto the blanket behind her.

“How’s that?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Well, I don’t think any day in my life is ever going to equal the last 24 hours.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Janie said with narrowed eyes and a smile.

“Oh, God!” Joelle moaned. “If I experience anything more intense than last night I think I’ll die!”

“Trust me, honey, you won’t. But you will feel like you’ve gone to heaven the next time we get together,” Janie answered her, stretching in the morning sunlight.

“Get off me, woman, before I fill you with another body fluid!” I begged her. “I have to pee so bad!”

She rolled off me, laughing, and I staggered to my feet. I took two steps, then let loose with a torrent of piss onto the sand. I groaned and said, “I’ve always heard you can tell it was a great night when you wake up and your face feels like a glazed donut, and you piss in four directions. By those criteria, last night was a success.”

Janie snorted laughter, and Joelle cried out, “Dave, that’s gross! Wait, are you peeing right here?”

I turned to her, finding her staring at the piss still erupting from my penis, apparently mesmerized by the golden stream. “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a man pee before?”

“Actually, no. I’ve never seen anyone pee before.”

“Well, I’m not shy about it. If you need to go, too, be my guest.”

“I don’t think I could,” she said in a shocked tone. “My bladder is even shyer than the rest of me.”

“I bet we can break you of that next time,” Janie said in an amused voice. “It can be very erotic pissing in front
of other people.”

“Well, I’m not ready for that today,” she said firmly.

“All right,” I said, shaking off. “Race you to the water? You can go in the ocean.”

“You’re on!” She sprang to her feet and ran for the water, hair flying behind her. I let her win, mostly because I wanted to run behind her and watch those ass cheeks jiggle as she moved. Janie and I both hit the water seconds behind Joelle, and we paddled around, rinsing off the crusted remains of our lovemaking and giving the girls a chance to whiz in relative privacy. Once we were clean and refreshed, we strode ashore through the surf and dried off with the towels we had brought. We dressed for the day, and packing up, headed back to the camp.

As we passed the stream and the big pool, several kids already splashing around in it, Joelle stopped us, a serious look on her pretty face. “Hey, before we get back, I just wanted to thank you both for last night. That was pretty special, and I know you worked hard to make me comfortable with it.”

“Around you, hard is the only way I work,” I said with a leer, making her blush. “Seriously, it wasn’t much of a chore. You are a wonderful woman and very sexy. We just did what came naturally.”

Janie hugged her tightly, and kissed her once on the lips. “You are a very special person,” she said to Joelle with intensity. “I am grateful you are here on this island with us. You can join us any time you want.” She looked at me devilishly. “We don’t even need Dave to have fun.”

“Hey!” I groused as Joelle giggled. “That’s sexist and discriminatory! I am registering a complaint.”

Janie presented me her middle finger. “Here, talk into the microphone. It goes directly to the complaints department.” I bit it instead, making her jump and Joelle laugh. Then, grabbing my two girls around the waist, I walked them through the remaining trees to the beach.



The camp was already in full swing, and there was quite the buzz over the fact that the chickens had started to lay eggs. One of the hens had been sequestered from the rooster so we could have some unfertilized eggs. The other had been allowed to mate so we could eventually have a flock of chickens. Both hens had laid during the night, and the one in with the rooster seemed to be nesting on the eggs. Those in the know suggested this was a good omen that we would have chicks in three weeks.

Some of the castaways seemed a bit dismayed to think that we would still be here in 3 weeks, but the more pragmatic ones among us, myself included, preferred to plan ahead rather than engage in wishful thinking. Regardless, we had a fresh egg from the other chicken.