The Island

The dark-haired one was the first to reach me. He didn't say a word, but he didn't need to. I got to my knees as he approached. He kicked off his shoes, and as soon as he was standing on the towel, I yanked down his board shorts and took him into my mouth. He was warm and slightly salty and extremely hard; yes, he had certainly been stroking himself up there on the cliff. I sucked hard on the head, gently running my teeth under that very sensitive spot under the crown, teasing the slit with my tongue, fondling his balls with my expert hands. He placed a hand on my head, guiding me.

I felt a finger slide between my ass cheeks; the other two blonds had arrived. A finger flittered around my asshole for a brief moment before plummeting into my wet pussy. The hand withdrew, but was momentarily replaced by a tongue and lips, and I knew that one of the guys had lain down under me to eat me. He put his hands on my hips and gently pulled me down onto him. So there I was sitting on some guy's face while sucking another's dick. Where was number three?

Answer: kneeling on my left side, sliding his fingers into my pussy and them into my asshole, back and forth, back and forth, while fondling and sucking my breast. His hand was on my right tit, with my left nipple in his mouth, and he was expert with his mouth, as was the guy between my thighs. I was involuntarily moving my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit along this guy's tongue, moaning loudly with a cock in my mouth. Moaning very loudly, in fact. I was going to come again soon.

The dark-haired guy started bucking his hips, shoving his cock further into my mouth. I squeezed his balls hard, and in another moment he shot his load deep down my throat. I sucked it all in, swallowed it all, and it was delicious.

The guy who was eating me slid out from under me, then got on his knees behind me. His cock pressed against my ass and he slid his hands around my front to fondle my tits. "You want me inside?" he asked, almost growling because he was so horny.

"Give it to me," I answered. He shoved himself inside, and I almost screamed from the pleasure.

He pulled me back against him, and eventually we were lying down on the towel, both face up, his well-endowed manhood sliding in and out of my wet pussy. Blond number two swung one leg over me and straddled my chest, leaning forward to place his cock on my tongue, and I took him in hungrily. The dark-haired guy positioned himself between my legs and pushed them open, going to work on my engorged clit. Blond number one beneath me began to moan louder, and I briefly wondered if the dark-haired guy was fondling number one's balls while he ate me.

I flicked my tongue out to envelope number two's gorgeous cock. His pre-come salted my lips in a way that I just loved, and I reached up with one hand to fondle his balls. I circled my tongue around the head – so velvety soft! – and slid my lips and teeth over the very sensitive underside. I reached behind his balls and pressed my finger to the very back of them, rubbing, massaging, and he released a long, earthy groan just before shooting his load. I swallowed it all.

I reached down and tilted the dark-haired guy's head up to look at me. "What's your name?" I asked him.

"Jared," he answered, his face wet with my juice.

"Jared, you're real good," I said, my voice low. "Suck me, make me come." I needed it really badly, and he was working me so well. He lowered his head again and wrapped his lips around my clit, and in another minute I was bucking my hips wildly, with blond number one losing his wad inside me, and number two back in my mouth.
We went for another hour like that, each guy changing positions, always filling me, sucking me, fondling me. And of course I did the same for them. Stroking, licking them. Biting them. Squeezing them. Pushing their thresholds.

I lost count of how many times I came, or how many times each of them came. All I know is that by the time we made our way up to my house, we were sticky, sandy, and still horny. When we got upstairs, I turned on the jets in the whirlpool bathtub, and we fucked more in the tub. After we were so shriveled we didn't have a choice but to get out, I took them to my bedroom and we fucked on the bed. And on the floor. And on the armchair, and on the dresser, and in front of the mirrored armoire, where all four of us could watch each other. It was intensely erotic, the entire time.

Eventually, after more than 12 hours of raunchy sex, one by one we began to drift into dreamland. The four of us lay on one bed, legs wrapped around one another, hands and arms and mouths on each other.

I woke up hours later with blond number two eating me awake, his tongue expertly curling around my clit and his fingers spreading me apart. Often it's uncomfortable for my clit to be rubbed when I first wake up, especially after all of the previous day's activities, but he was so gentle and smooth that I came almost immediately, and I let him continue. I moaned, my voice low, and I stroked his hair and gently rocked my hips in time with his thrusting tongue. As my body quivered with my second orgasm, the other two awoke, and we spent the next hour licking and sucking.

It was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, and finally I told them they would have to leave. Blond number two went to take a shower, and blond number one left. To the kitchen, I assumed.

Jared sat behind me with me between his legs, and he pulled me back against him, stroking my breast and running his fingers between my pussy lips. He pressed his mouth to my neck, licking me. "Why must we go so soon, love?" he whispered. His hot breath made my body tingle; I could detect a faint French accent.

"You need to return the boat," I said, my voice barely steady. "Rena will charge you extra if you are not on time."

"A thousand dollars per hour, she said," Jared laughed. "She was not serious."

I pulled myself up and turned around, straddling him. I wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard cock and began to stroke myself with it. "Yes," I said, "she is quite serious."

"A thousand?"

"Yes. But make me come first." I rubbed my clit with his velvety-soft head until I came, and then plunged him into me. He lay back on the mattress while I rode him for the last time.

Nearly an hour later, after much coaxing and some playful threats, the three Canadian men were on their way back to the main island.
I picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Nadi Dock Rentals."

"Rena."

"On their way?"

I lightly pinched my nipple. "Yes, they're on their way back. Excellent choice this time around."

She laughed. "You tell me that every time."

"This time was different." I was still wet, still horny for Jared's tongue against me, on my skin, anywhere. There was something different about him. I couldn't place it. "The dark-haired man. I want him back."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then, "That's against your own policy, you know…"

"I know." And I did know. But I didn't care. Not this time. "Take him aside," I said, "and tell him privately. Send the other two to the brothel. I want this one alone. Actually –" I paused – "You can come if you want."

She giggled. "I'll think about it."

We hung up, and I waited patiently for her call back to let me know if Jared would return.