Ah, the enchanting Bahamas with its pristine sandy shores and majestic coconut palms. Who hasn’t fantasized about a heavenly escape in the Bahamas?
This is precisely what crosses the mind of the attractive young nurse as she gazes upon the voluptuous blonde reclining on the bed at this secluded medical facility.
Her skin, once kissed by the Bahamian sun, had returned to a porcelain pallor, a stark contrast to her tanned days lounging on the beloved beaches she had to leave behind for the confines of the clinic.
“Good morning, Miss Coconut,” she greets cheerfully. “I trust you had a restful night because today is the big day.”
The young woman turns her head toward the nurse and smiles kindly, but there is a hint of sadness in that smile.
It’s true, her name is Coconut now. As if the transition to adulthood had transformed her, abandoning her childhood name for this one.
The nurse tries to cheer up the young woman, thinking. ‘How could a beautiful young woman like her have such a mixture of happiness and nostalgia within her, as if the best years of her life were over and she would now live in that memory?’
Coconut’s look becomes hazy, as if she were not used to the name yet.
She closes her eyes as the nurse tends to her, surely imagining one of the many beaches in the Bahamas she often spoke of. She is now daydreaming, still imagining herself there, when her name was still Emma.
It was the same Emma who, a few months earlier, had savored the wild beauty of the deserted island she and her mother had made their home since the tragic shipwreck. Unfazed by the lack of clothing, she relished their shipwrecked lives. But, for the first time, she felt a knot in her stomach.
Her heart pounding like the raging waves that had brought them here, Emma’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her mind racing with the weight of her mother’s impending childbirth. Would she find the courage to be the heroine of their story of survival?
As if in answer to her silent plea, a speck of hope emerged: a majestic vessel slicing through the azure sea. Her pulse quickened, and she bolted towards their crude shelter, her bare feet pounding the sand in a dance of desperation.
Her hand closed around the emergency flare, a beacon of salvation, as she had learned from the seasoned Mike. She ignited the fuse, sending a plume of fiery signal into the sky.
“Here! Here! Rescue us! Our time is now!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the untouched paradise.
The ship grew larger, the Navy emblem shimmered in the sun; she watched in awe as their salvation approached. Tears of jubilation painted her cheeks, a stark contrast to the fear that had once held her captive.
‘Survive,’ she mused as she reflected on their strange odyssey that had commenced a mere handful of moons prior, or was it longer? Time had a peculiar way of escaping you when you found yourself stranded on an uncharted island brimming with mysteries.
It all started with her father’s strange but alluring invitation, urging her and her mother, Mia, a blonde with enhanced curves after bearing two offspring, to indulge in a high-class retreat to the Bahamas, purportedly to unwind during his finalization of a critical business transaction.
To compensate, he had the prudence to procure an extravagant yacht exclusively for their use, enabling them to explore the archipelago’s stunning splendor and escape the crowds of holidaymakers.
Mother and daughter reveled in ultimate opulence, soaking up the sun’s tender caress on the luxurious deck of their rented yacht.
On this rejuvenating morning, a minuscule dot appeared on the horizon, slowly transforming into a single fishing vessel that drew closer to their aquatic haven.
Without warning, the serenity was pierced by the sharp report of a gunshot, echoing across the vast ocean expanse.
Emma’s heart had pounded as she heard the piercing scream of “Daddy, nooooo!” echoing across the horizon. Her eyes widened in astonishment as a towering black figure, muscles rippling like a sculpted Adonis, hurled himself into the vast sea with reckless abandon, stripped bare of any clothing.
He sliced through the waves with the grace of a dolphin and propelled himself towards them with astonishing speed. In one Herculean bound, he hauled his massive frame into the boat, sending a cascade of briny water over the sides.
Without a moment’s hesitation or any attempt to conceal his formidable manhood, he bellowed at the helmsman, his voice commanding as the roar of a lion: “Floor it! Crank that throttle, now! We must make haste and flee this treacherous coastline with all due alacrity!”
Following this, he courteously addressed himself to Emma and Mia, saying, “Please accept my sincere apologies for any trouble caused, fair ladies. There appears to be an unfortunate miscommunication occurring between this individual and me. Rest assured, the nature of our discord is neither of significant concern nor does it reflect any lack of honor.”
Yet, the two women clearly heard the gun-toting fisherman holler like a crazed motherfucker.
“Goddamn fuckin’ son of a whore, I catch you red-handed, fuckin’ the life out of what’s left of my family’s dignity! Just yesterday, I’m sure you had plowin’ my ol’ lady on the docks!
“And now you were balls-deep in the cum-dumpster I call my daughter IN MY OWN BOAT! I’m gonna pop a cap in your ass, you hear me? YOUR BLACK ASS IS MINE FOR THE TAKING!”
The Black man, all smiles, continued, “Ah, I assure you, there is no need for alarm or concern, merely a minor divergence in perspective between this esteemed salty sea dog and myself. It appears he harbors some, shall we say, disillusionment about his family.
“To me, both his daughter AND his wife are cock-addicted sluts, not just his daughter.
“I swear to you, on my honor as a gentleman, it was those two who were drooling for my big black dick. And what would my good manners have been worth if I hadn’t treated them as the whores they truly are?”
“Now that the matter is settled, if you would be so gracious as to direct me to a cabin on this charming vessel, I would be most appreciative. I want to freshen up before we continue our delightful conversation.”
He then reached out to gently take Mia’s hand, raising it to his lips to place a chivalrous kiss upon it. “But before, allow me to introduce myself,” he whispered with a courteous smile. “I am Mike. And may I have the honor of knowing your names?”
Mia, caught off-guard by his chivalrous gesture, managed a whisper, “I am Mia, and this is my daughter, Emma.”
“Your daughter? I thought you were sisters. What a lovely family.”
Then he turned around, offering them a splendid view of his muscular buttocks.
“And man,” he said to a young sailor. “Where are your cabins and spare clothes?”
“Over there, sir. But I’m afraid none of them will fit, given your build.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said with a dismissive wave. “Our priority is to seek shelter in port swiftly. I feel the approach of a tempest, and to be adrift in such a fury would be far from ideal.”
As if summoned by his very command, a fierce gale erupted around them. The once tranquil ocean now churned with a ferocity unseen, a testament to the imminent storm’s might.
Mother and daughter were mercilessly thrown about like feeble straws in the unforgiving embrace of the storm-tossed sea. Suddenly, a monstrous wave unfurled with a thunderous roar, cruelly snatching Emma from the precarious safety of the capsizing vessel. Mia’s heart-wrenching scream of “NOOOOOO!!!” was torn from her chest as she too was claimed by the merciless abyss.
Mike, relying on his courage, hurled himself into the tempestuous waters in a futile attempt to rescue the two precious souls.
After what felt like an eternity, Emma’s lifeless form washed ashore on that desolate beach, the very one where she would spend countless mornings before the day of their rescue.
But it would require the gentle embrace of numerous sunrises for her to fully savor the enchanting allure of this serene haven.
For the moment, she was paralyzed by conflicting feelings. Joy at being alive, of course, but also fear. Fear of being the only one to have survived, fear of never seeing her family again, and finally, fear of the unknown. The fear that made you curl up under your sheets when you were little, listening for the slightest noise before falling asleep to the sound of your dad’s laughter or your mom’s sweet voice.
Now, envision the sensation that washed over her as a warm voice reached her ears: “Did you sleep well, princess? Would you like to sleep in again, or can we go join your mother, who’s worried sick?”
Emma abruptly stood up and spun around to find Mike several meters away, his gaze on her and a smile spreading across his face.
Driven by an inexplicable urge, she dashed in his direction and flung herself into his arms.
Concern etched on his face, he caught her gently. “Careful now, you shouldn’t overexert yourself after our recent ordeal,” he said, his arms tightening around her. Then, taking her in his arms, he said, “I’ll carry you; it’ll be safer.”
And so he led her into the forest towards a makeshift camp.
“This place resembles an old smuggler’s hideout,” he commented, noticing her wide-eyed amazement. “It’ll suffice for the time being.”
“Now, without wanting to scare you, I don’t know if it’s better to stay here alone or to run into them.”
Her heart racing, she managed to ask, “But, Mike? What about Mom?”
“I sent her to wash at a small waterfall nearby so she could calm down. Come on, let’s go join her.”
Before she knew it, they stumbled upon a breathtaking glade with a crystal-clear pool fed by a gently cascading waterfall. And there she was – her mother, basking under the soothing flow of water.
“Mommy!” she screeched, leaping into the cool embrace of the water.
“Emma, my baby girl? It’s really you?” her mother exclaimed.
Mia hugged Emma and kissed her as if she had just found her most precious possession in the world.
It was only when she felt the softness of her mother’s bare chest that it dawned on Emma she was nude.
“Mom, maybe you should put on some clothes?” she suggested, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
The only reply she received was Mike’s hearty laughter from behind. “Princess, you’re going to have to get used to this fast. We don’t know how long we’re going to be stuck here. And I’ve got the food situation sorted because I’ve been coming to these islands since I was a kid. But I’m no tailor, so clothes are out of the question.”
“I’m not your princess! And we’re not going to live like… savages?”
Mia, in the tone she used to scold her daughter when she was little, replied, “Emma! Mike saved us! Show your gratitude. And let’s not forget that since you turned 20, you’ve been flashing your cunt to everyone just to tick off your father and me. So, cut the act. Or do you want me to tell Mike about the time you went commando to a rock concert?”
“Mom!” Emma shrieked, even more mortified as Mike’s laughter grew louder.
“Well, that’s going to make for a real memorable vacation with you two, my lovelies.”
And so began their life together on this uninhabited island.
The first few days were the hardest. Emma and Mia cried a lot when they realized Mike was right. They didn’t know how long their stay would last, as they hadn’t seen any boats, even though they spent entire days on the beach watching for them.
Mike let them be, which allowed him to explore the small island.
It presented an ideal haven: pristine spring water, an abundance of fruit, and the potential for fishing and hunting gear, all unmarred by the threat of predators that might endanger humans.
On the third day, after leaving the girls on the beach, he found suitcases washed up on a beach on the other side of the island. They bore the same logo. The first ones were filled with women’s clothing, but one of them had different contents, which wasn’t so surprising given the traffic he knew around here. He hid it for later if necessary, then, with a smirk, he took a rock to smash the suitcases containing the clothes.
The sight of gorgeous women parading around in the nude was a delightful spectacle for Mike. So, why tempt fate?
Oh, the girls’ joy at discovering their clothes, because they were indeed their suitcases. Then he looked sad, even though he was laughing inwardly, at their disappointment at the realization that the only clothes still wearable were only underwear.
The only downside was that his penis ached from seeing them walking around all day in skimpy lingerie.
One evening, the pain in his testicles grew so intense that he had to indulge in a quick solo session before returning to camp.
It was with a sense of relief that he observed them abandoning the impractical clothing a few days later and embracing their natural state.
The days turned into weeks, and, without them realizing it, the routine set in.
Mike organized the day’s schedule, including survival classes in the morning, followed by relaxing on the beach, then fruit picking and exploring in the afternoon, ending with a refreshing swim before bed.
The girls were amazed by Mike’s ingenuity. Despite the stark contrast to the luxurious 5-star accommodations they were accustomed to, he had ensured they had every conceivable comfort at their makeshift camp.
And, just as this little corner of wild island was taking on the appearance of a wild paradise, tragedy struck.
While attempting to get a better view from the treetops, Mike took a tumble, resulting in a sprained right shoulder.
The women were forced to take matters into their own hands so he could rest.
Surprisingly, Mike found this turn of events quite enjoyable, as he was served by two voluptuous water nymphs with figures honed by their natural lifestyle.
That’s how a little ritual began. Each evening, Mike would cozily position himself between Mia’s thighs for a rubdown. Initially, their playful interactions focused solely on his wounded shoulder, but they gradually evolved into something more tantalizing.
One fortunate day, Emma stumbled upon a plant with substantial seeds. When crushed and combined with certain flowers Mike introduced, it created a fantastic massage oil.
The scent was so enchanting that the girls couldn’t get enough of it, applying it generously and frequently throughout the day, leaving their skin radiant and alluring.
What Mike kept secret from them, however, was the oil’s true origin. It was a recipe passed down from his Caribbean sorcerer grandfather, a potent blend designed to rekindle passion in weary couples trapped by monotony.
Truth be told, Mike didn’t require this elixir to crave the two vixens before him.
And it wasn’t a one-sided affair. As his mother worked her magic on him, he caught Emma stealing not-so-inconspicuous peeks at his massive black serpent.
He had also felt Mia’s hands linger a little longer than necessary in the hollows of his thighs because she wasn’t just massaging his shoulder now, oh no.
But most of all, he felt the abundant wetness on his back every night as he nestled between her thighs.
It was during one particularly steamy session that he thought he heard a moan escape Mia’s mouth before she ran off into the cloak of night.
So, confident in himself, he rose to his feet at a measured pace, flashing a broad, predatory grin at Emma. “Mind the fire, princess,” he drawled. “No need to keep vigil. I’ve got some pressing matters to attend to with your mother. Could take a while.” And with that, he vanished, leaving no room for doubt or further discussion.
Mia wasn’t hard to find. She stood there in front of the pool, unsure how to react to the urges and the warmth that enveloped her body.
Then she felt him behind her; she knew immediately it was him, not Emma…Mike had come for her.
In the moonlight, she was as elusive as a timid gazelle, ready to leave if he tried to force her. But he did nothing, waiting until she was ready.
So, seeking the courage to express her feelings, she tiptoed toward the waterfall. After a brief hesitation, she stopped in front of it, her heart pounding, as if she were considering kissing it.
With an ingenuous grace, she leaned into the waterfall’s embrace, her back arching naturally. As the cold water kissed her skin, when only her legs and ass were still visible, she cupped her buttocks with trembling fingers and parted for him, like a shy flower opening to the sun.
The cool water caressed her, a stark contrast to the fiery need that consumed her. She felt like a virgin at the altar of desire, eager yet unprepared.
And suddenly, Mike’s warm tongue traced a fiery path up her thigh, reaching the apex of her femininity with a gentle yet assertive touch.
Suddenly, Mike chowed down on her snatch like he was a starving animal tearing into a fresh kill: all teeth, all hunger, all grunts and growls.
His rough tongue was all over her twat, like he hadn’t had a decent meal in ages. And she was not inactive, oh no, she was thrusting her hips at him like a bitch in heat, begging for it.
He tongue-fucked and finger-banged her, and, it was right there, under that waterfall, she had her first mind-blowing orgasm in ages.
As she faltered, her legs as weak as a newborn fawn, he took her in his arms.
“Don’t faint, my dear. This is far from over, and you’re going to have to cope, because I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. You won’t sleep all night.”
“But, but what about my daughter?”
“Don’t worry, the princess is capable of handling herself. I’m sure she’ll manage. Afterwards, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.” He said, smacking her ass before sending her flying into the pool.
Before she could even blink, she was knee-deep in water, face-to-face with his rock-solid cock.
“You’ve got five seconds to decide, my dear,” he smirked, “but we both know you’re gonna chow down on this big, black bull.”
Predictably, it didn’t take the fateful five seconds for her mouth to envelop his hard cock like a warm, wet glove.
Her tongue swirled, and her throat gagged as she gave the performance of a lifetime, trying to please the dark meat in front of her.
“Damn, it was totally worth the wait,” he groaned. “yeah, just like that. Keep licking that bell-end, baby. That’s the sweet spot, right there.
“You’re making up for your snatch I had to taste earlier.”
Then, staring right into her soul, he spat, “I knew the moment I saw your gaping mouth that you were born for this. You’ve got that unmistakable look of a grade-A cockslut.”
He yanked her hair, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth like a piston.
“Remember, deep breaths through that nose, you’re doing great,” he mocked.
As she gagged, her eyes watering from his dick lodged down her throat, he sneered. “Yess I was right; that gob of yours is really tailor-made for deep-throat,” starting to shoot his load into her mouth.
The spunk was thick and plentiful, too much for her to handle. Her cheeks puffed out like she was storing nuts for winter, trying not to choke.
But it was like fighting a tsunami. And it was to his mocking laughter that she spat out the mixture, soiling the pool with cum and drool.
She barely heard him as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of practice. You’ll be swallowing gallons of my protein shake every day from now on. I’m a gentleman, after all. I’m worried about your health.”
Suddenly, she felt her legs give way beneath her as he roughly pulled on her hair to straighten her up.
Then, mercilessly, he dragged her toward the waterfall, saying, “Now you’re regretting teaching me to clean my tools after using them, aren’t you?”
“And now, to the dishwasher,” he added, pushing her into the waterfall.
It was a soaking wet and breathless Mia that he lifted onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her to a clearing he had landscaped, hoping to use it as a fuck pad one day.
“Come on, bitch, the night is young. It’s time to get down to business, don’t you think? I’ve been waiting to tap that ass since I stepped on your boat.”
With a rough toss, she found herself face-planted on the dirt, her plump ass sticking up like a juicy target.
“Check that out, just as I pictured. Plump and ripe for the taking,” he sneered, grabbing an earthenware bowl with a grin.
Too shocked and numb from her previous orgasm, she didn’t stop him. Not even when she felt a viscous liquid pour into her butt crack.
“You see, this oil has many uses, not just for massaging. It’s perfect for greasing up that tight little twat of yours,” he chuckled.
And with that, he rammed into her like a bull in heat. She screamed, but it was all pleasure, no pain, the kind that makes your toes curl.
“You’re even better than I thought,” he grunted, fucking her like he was trying to break her.
“You’re perfect, warm, inviting, and tight all at once. A real high-class pussy, a royal snatch,” he grunted.
He went to work on her like he was wrestling a greased pig. She moaned, begging for it harder, her body betraying her own pride.
He had her by the hair, his other hand mauling her clit like he was playing a fucking piano concerto. And she was loving it, her cunt begging for more of his cock.
And it was there, in this heavenly place and under a sparkling moon, that he emptied himself for the first time, deep inside her as she came once more.
With a smug grin, he pulled out, saying, “Hell yeah, that was the money shot. It felt like I just unloaded a dump truck in you, babe.”
“Now, to be honest, I can’t say you were the best fuck of my life. But that’s okay, we have plenty of time for you to perfect yourself, right? If you put your mind to it, you’ll become a damn good fuck. Believe me, I’ve seen and fucked plenty of pussies, but none with your potential.
He slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint. “And besides, as my dad used to say, if the worst comes to the worst, you always have to look on the bright side. At least now I don’t have to waste my spunk on my hand anymore.”
She didn’t resist, accepting her new position with an orgasmic moan. He smiled, knowing full well he had Mia exactly where he wanted her— utterly devoted to his sexual whims.
And indeed, Mike no longer needed to jerk off.
He had transformed the once shy and studious mom into a ravenous sex kitten who craved his touch day and night. Mia was not even a studious student, but also inventive.
With each passing day, she willingly succumbed to his perverted games, gladly offering up her tight, untouched asshole for his delectation—a forbidden delight she hadn’t shared with anyone since her college days of debauchery.
But Mia had one steadfast rule: no morning blowjobs to kickstart the day.
“You can use me however you wish,” she purred one day, with feigned innocence playing on her lips. “But keep your filthy hands off my baby girl. She’s so innocent.”
“Oh, really?” Mike scoffed, giving her tits a playful slap. “You’re the one who led me out of the camp under the guise of ‘helping with the dishes.’ And just look at you now; you’ve been bobbing on my knob for what feels like an eternity.”
“I couldn’t resist,” she whined, pouting like a scolded child. “You and Emma were having all the fun fishing while I was stuck here, neglected.”
“It seems you’ve developed quite the obsession with my cock, you little green-eyed minx.”
“Yesss,” she moaned, her eyes glazing over with lust. “I’ve been a naughty girl. Punish me, Daddy.”
He smugly assumed victory when, one fine morning, he discovered a greedy mouth eagerly devouring his cock. But he found the almost clumsy way she was sucking him that morning. It was peculiar, though, as she had honed her blowjob skills to perfection.
“Easy, Mia, you’re scraping my cock with your teeth.”
When he tried to grab her by the hair, she backed away. But it was especially when he heard Mia come back to camp and say, “Get up, lazybones, I found eggs for breakfast,” that he wondered if he had been dreaming.
That’s why he slept in several times to see what would happen. And sure enough, one morning, while Mia was out looking for food, he felt a mouth engulf his cock again.
“Mia, ease up,” he teased, playing the game. “You know I love it when you just suck my black sausage like a champ. Yes, like that, let your tongue dance around it.”
“You have a velvet mouth. Close your lips around my cockhead; I’m going to come, aaahh.”
Then, after emptying himself into that welcoming mouth, he pretended to go back to sleep until Mia came back.
“Aren’t you eating anything today, Em? You know we can’t get sick here. Go eat.”
“Uh, no, Mom. I think I ate too much last night. It’s been ages since we had fish.” Emma lied as a dribble of something wet glistened at the corner of her mouth.
“But you didn’t eat a raw egg, did you? Do you remember the last time?” Mia added, pointing to the sticky liquid.
“No, no, Mom. It’s just that I drooled during the night,” she told her mother, lying without blushing.
Mike patiently waited for his time to ‘talk’ to Emma alone, still enjoying his lie-in.
It happened one night after an intense sex session with Mia. She was so exhausted she fell asleep at the fuck pad, and Mike had to take her back to camp.
Surprise, surprise, he stumbled upon little Emma, going to town on her clit like it owed her money. She was so wrapped up in her own world, she didn’t even know he was there.
He gently placed Mia on her bed, then sauntered over to where the little slut-in-training was.
“So, young lady? Are you spying on me and your mother?”
Emma shot up, panic in her eyes. “No, no, it’s not like that, Mike, I swear!”
With a smirk, Mike shoved two fingers into her sticky, wet hole and brought them to her nose. “Not like what? Like you’re a dirty little spy, watching your mom ride the cock carousel?”
“It’s not fair,” she wailed, her voice filled with frustration. “She gets to do whatever she wants, and I can’t even get a taste of a boy’s cock.”
The desperation in her voice was palpable. “Daddy will murder me if I’m not a good little virgin bride.”
Mike threw his head back and laughed. “That’s all you’re worried about in our situation? The wedding night?”
The absurdity of the situation exploded in Emma’s face. “I…I don’t know.”
“You’re a beautiful young woman, Emma, and if you’re absolutely determined to remain a virgin, that’s to your credit.”
“You understand, Mike?”
“Well, I have a sister, you know. And I wish she could have had a choice. So, I understand and will respect your choice.”
He gave her a mischievous smile that would have made the holiest of nuns blush, his breath hot on her neck. “But let me enlighten you, darling,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. “There are oh-so-many delightful methods to satisfy those itchy little desires of yours without giving up the goods.”
Then, taking her hand again and showing it to her, he whispered, “And that’s definitely not the best way.
“Join me tomorrow night after your mother is asleep, and I’ll teach you.”
To make sure the evening went off without a hitch, Mike was particularly enterprising with Mia that day. After that, it was easy, because she had fallen in love with… their sex. Yes, just sex, nothing more, or at least that’s what she would have thought at the time.
It was on the serene beach, their limbs entwined after an intense sex session, that Mia’s voice, thick with arousal, whispered, “I believe… I love… your big black cock.” As if to lie to herself, she then covered his manhood with delicate kisses, moving to lovingly lick his nuts.
Looking up at him, she saw a burning flame in his eyes.
As he gently laid her on her back, he entered her with a gentle yet firm touch, their bodies moving in unison.
Their lovemaking transcended the ordinary, becoming a symphony of passionate caresses and tender whispers. The waves of the ocean mirrored their rhythm, as if the world itself were a part of their intimate dance.
As Mia reached the pinnacle of pleasure, crying out her orgasm, Mike’s gaze drifted to the edge of the forest. There, he saw Emma, frozen in shock, her eyes wide and her hand clamped over her mouth. She was fleeing just as he emptied himself deep inside his mother’s womb.
Unaware of the drama unfolding, Mia screamed, “I love y…” before biting Mike’s shoulder to stop herself from saying those fateful words.
Once Mia had drifted off to sleep in his arms, Mike tenderly kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you too, my precious dove.” With gentle care, he carried her back to the camp.
Of course, he found it empty. But after laying Mia on her bed, he instinctively knew where to look for Emma.
There she was, the vision of beauty, standing in the shallow cove that only the two of them had discovered. Her legs immersed in the water up to her thighs, she reminded him of Aphrodite herself, emerging from the frothy sea.
Yet, as she pivoted to face him, the soft lunar glow revealed the glistening tracks of her tears on her cheeks.
“You know she loves you, right? She’s always had a weakness for strong, protective men. You’re everything she’s ever dreamed of. But you? You love her, don’t you?”
“I’ve seen you have sex many times. Well, it was mostly bestial sex, but not this time, eh? This time you didn’t just use her to relieve yourself, did you?”
Surprisingly, his response was not what she anticipated. He burst out laughing. “You’re seriously getting upset over whether or not I love her? That’s the issue here?”
“And that bothers you more than if I just used her as a cum dump?
“That’s why I love you, princess, both crazy enough to suck me off when you think I’m asleep and still a little girl playing at being a grown-up.”
“What! Did you know it was me?”
At that, she saw his smile widen.
“Oh, princess, did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you?” He whispered, his voice filled with affection.
She then understood what he had really said: “You… you love me?”
“And why is that strange? You know, there are many other things in the world than what they teach you in school.”
“In the country where my ancestors lived, it was natural for a tribal chief to love several women.”
“And yes, I love you both, your mother and you. Does that bother you? Afraid to share?”
“And yet, you’re the one who blows me off almost every morning now, without worrying about where my cock was the day before, right?”
Without hesitation, she leaped into his embrace, her body yearning for his touch. He kissed her delicately, his lips a gentle promise of the intimate moments to come.
“So, princess? Ready for your first lesson in carnal pleasure?”
“Yes, I am, my love,” she responded, her cheeks a rosy hue of anticipation.
Mike felt like he’d hit the jackpot; he had not one but two smoking hot chicks in the palm of his hand. Ready to give in to being his personal fucktoy whenever he felt the urge.
If he could solve the slight problem of getting Mia to agree to Emma also serving as his cum bucket… and without her killing him, that would be a real bonus.
But fuck the future; let’s live in the moment. He had a tight, snow-white goose to feast on right now, or, more accurately, to stuff. And be sure that he wasn’t about to let that opportunity slide.
“Are you sure?” He questioned, playing it cool.
“Yes, I’m all yours… Professor,” she breathed, her voice a delicious blend of submission and desire.
“You saucy little slut,” he teased, giving her a cheeky pat on the snout.
“Now get that sweet ass over to the beach and start playing with your kitty like a good girl. Show me what you were doing when you were spying on your mommy and me.” He ordered, his eyes glinting with lust.
So, like the obedient little whore she was craving to become, she plopped down on the sand, her gaze glued to him. She parted her legs and bent her knees slightly, giving him a show of the pink treasure between her thighs.
With a delicate touch, she began to rub her clit, getting it all hot and bothered. She picked up the pace, her fingers moving like they had a mind of their own, and Mike’s cock was as hard as a fucking rock watching her.
But just as she was about to slide two fingers into her soaking wet cunt, he stopped her. “Whoa, princess, not that hole. You gotta prep the other one if you want to keep that cherry intact. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Her eyes went wide with anticipation, but she didn’t dare move a muscle, her hand still on her clit, her two eager fingers hovering at the edge of her tight asshole.
He moved closer and took the hand resting on her clitoris, then made her rub it in slow, taunting circles, switching it up with little stabs of pressure.
Allowing her to settle into the tempo, he whispered, “Just like that. Keep it up; just don’t put anything in your ass…yet. But remember, no sweet release until I give you permission. I’ll return shortly.”
Emma applied herself to following his instructions. She found it much more enjoyable than when she masturbated furiously to release her sexual tension too quickly. Whether it was the agony of delaying gratification, the mental challenge of maintaining the tempo, or the thrill of serving her “mentor,” she couldn’t pinpoint the reason.
For the very first time, an orgasm began to blossom within her, a sensation reminiscent of the ocean’s tide rising.
It was like feeling the tide rise in her body, a wave licking her body before falling back like a caress, then a new wave, a little stronger, a little higher than the last.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent moan, her tits standing tall like twin peaks pointing proudly towards the moon.
That was how he discovered her, like a sea goddess, a siren come to tempt even the most devoted sailor. This was no longer the spoiled little girl, the bourgeois princess she had been when he first boarded their boat, but a burgeoning goddess of passion, eager to explore the vast sea of desire.
Opening her eyes, she looked down to find him kneeling between her legs, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
“Damn, that’s perfect, babe,” he said, gently taking her other hand, still resting against her anus. Then he dipped three of her fingers into the bowl to coat them with the famous massage oil.
Pressing them against her butthole again, he added, “You do this alone. To prove to me that you really want it.”
With no hesitation, she obeyed, sliding those slippery fingers into her backdoor like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Now, repeat the little trick I taught you with your clitoris,” he instructed softly. “Create delicate spirals within your anus with your own touch. Yes, just like that, arch your fingers a tad more with every penetration.”
When she found the rhythm, he let her do it for a few moments, then said, “You’ve got the tempo; hold on. And make sure the fingers you’re fucking your ass with meet the ones massaging your clitoris with each thrust.”
He watched her intently, making sure she had the hang of it, then took over her pussy play, his hand replacing hers. He’d push down as she pushed up, creating a symphony of sensations that had her bucking like a wild horse.
“One, loosen up; two, squeeze those abs,” he murmured, his voice like a dark melody in her ear. “Just like that, let me feel those fingers fucking you from the inside.”
Her pussy was practically begging for it now, pulsing with every thrust of her hand. He could see it, a delicate dance of flesh, open and welcoming when she was ready, closing like a bashful clam when she retreated.
Overwhelmed by the raw, carnally charged moments enveloping her, Emma could barely make out his crude words, “Come for me, you little whore. Get that snug, virgin ass ready for my invasion.”
And almost unconsciously, she parted her lips as she felt something tickle them.
Like some kinda cock-crazy baby, she started to slurp on his knob like it was her favorite pacifier.
“Yes, darling, keep sucking me like that. Make me feel good with your sweet mouth while you’re jerkin’ your own ass like you’re tryin’ to pull the cork outta a champagne bottle.”
And boy, did she obey! This newborn cumslut didn’t quit. Even when she came so hard she saw stars, she kept slobbing away on that cock like it was her favorite candy cane.
Mike groaned, his abs rippling like waves in the moonlight as he took a handful of her hair and gently guided her faster and faster, feeling her throat tighten around his shaft. It was like he had her on a leash, and she was a hungry little puppy eager to please.
With a grunt, he pulled her off him, his cock glistening with her saliva. He lay back down on the sand, his massive form casting a dark shadow on the moonlit beach. His dick stood tall, reaching towards the starry sky as if it had a mind of its own, begging to be tasted again.
Mike looked into her eyes with an intensity that could melt ice caps. “Princess,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, “I want you to take that massage oil and make my cock shine like the fucking sun.” He pointed to the bowl that was sitting next to them, the remnants of their earlier escapade.
Emma’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, and without missing a beat, she dipped her hand in the warm, viscous liquid and began to coat Mike’s thick member. She took her time, her fingers sliding over his shaft with the practiced ease of a sculptor working on their magnum opus. Each stroke was deliberate, each touch electric, as if she were painting a masterpiece on his skin.
Mike watched with a smoldering gaze as she massaged his balls with the oil. They were tight and full, like ripe plums waiting to be picked. Her touch was featherlight, yet firm, as she rolled them gently in her hand. He felt a shiver run down his spine as she cupped and squeezed, her nails digging in just enough to make him gasp. She took her sweet time, exploring every inch of him with a hunger that was almost palpable.
As she worked her magic, Emma took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man before her. His muscles rippled in the moonlight, casting shadows that danced across his chest. His breathing grew deeper, more ragged, as she teased and tormented his most sensitive spots. She could feel his cock throb in her hand.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed to crescendo as she leaned down to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salt of the ocean on his skin. Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he murmured, “just like that.”
With a devilish grin, Emma took the oil-slicked head into her mouth again, sucking hard before plunging down his length. She could feel his grip tighten on the sand as she worked, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep. She bobbed her head up and down, her movements fluid, as if she had been born to do this.
But Mike was a man who liked to be in charge, and he had a surprise in store for her. With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around so she was straddling him, her twat directly above his mouth. “Hold it right there,” he ordered, his voice like gravel. “You’ve had enough fun with your mouth. Now it’s my turn to taste you, little slut.”
Her eyes widened with excitement as she felt the heat of his lips pressing against her wet folds. He didn’t have to tell her twice. She lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, starting to slowly sway on his face. The sensation was exquisite, and she couldn’t help but let out a whimper of pleasure as he started to lick her cunt.
Finding the good position, Emma began to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that made the sand shift beneath them. Mike’s hands found her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she rode him. His tongue slid in and out of her, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy through her body.
But Mike wasn’t done with his commands yet. “Now, I want you to turn around and put that pretty little ass of yours on my cock while looking at me.” His voice was low and gruff, leaving no room for argument.
Her heart raced as she complied, turning to face him and then rising up. She felt the tip of his cock nudge against her anus, and she tensed for a moment, unsure. But she trusted him, and she knew he wouldn’t push her too far. She took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling him stretch her open. It was a different kind of fullness, a delicious pressure that made her moan.
As she settled into place, Mike reached up to grab her hips, his strong grip guiding her movements. “Take it all, baby,” he coached her, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re doing so well.”
And she was. Despite the slight burning sensation, she felt his movements quicken, her body demanding more of him. The sensation was new, a mixture of pain and pleasure that propelled her toward a new kind of orgasm, once again. She realized then how new she was to sex, but now she had the best teacher.
He watched her face, reading her every expression as he began to thrust up into her. Each movement was deliberate, calculated to push her closer to the edge. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the night air, punctuated by her gasps and whimpers.
Mike lifted his chest, pressing it against her magnificent breasts, his teeth grazing her earlobe. “You’re so tight, so perfect,” he murmured. His words were like gasoline on a fire, igniting a passion within her she didn’t know existed.
They danced together in a dance both old and new, each movement a declaration of desire. The tension between them grew, a spiral ready to burst. And when it burst, it would be explosive.
But before that moment could come, Mike had one last demand: “Now lean back, lie down on the sand between my legs,” he ordered in a raspy voice.
With shaking hands, Emma leaned back, arching her back. She felt his cock slide out of her, leaving her empty for a brief, terrifying moment, before he knelt and positioned himself at her entrance again. This time, however, she knew what was coming.
“Now, it’s my time,” he said, and he did. She felt his cock slipping into her ass with surprising ease. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. It was as if she had unlocked a secret chamber of her soul that had been waiting just for him.
Mike’s eyes went wide as she took him fully, his hands gripping her hips like they were the only things keeping him anchored to the world. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice strained with restraint. “You’re so beautiful.”
Their movements grew more frantic, more desperate. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, each moan a testament to their shared passion. The night was alive with the sounds of their lovemaking, the ocean’s applause to their symphony of pleasure. Mike’s hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, her breasts, and her ass, as he drove into her with a ferocity that bordered on savage.
He was relentless in his pursuit of her climax, his own need to fill her with his seed a driving force behind every pump. His eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze never wavering as he whispered dirty, depraved words into her ear. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” he demanded, his voice a mix of seduction and command.
Emma could only nod, her voice lost in the symphony of their moans and the crashing of the waves. She felt her orgasm building, a storm in the pit of her stomach that threatened to consume her. And then it hit, a wave of pleasure so intense she screamed out his name, her body convulsing around his cock.
But Mike wasn’t done yet. He flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass high in the air like a trophy. And without preamble, he pushed it against her tight asshole. “Mine,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Her breath hitched as she felt him breach her, the pressure building until she thought she might break. But she didn’t. Instead, she took him all, her body stretching and adjusting to the new sensation. The pain was sharp, and, once again, it melded with pleasure in a way that was intoxicating.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and possessive. “Every inch of you belongs to me.” And with that, he began to fuck her ass with a brutal efficiency that had her seeing stars.
The sand was rough against her skin, the saltwater air filling her lungs as she panted and moaned. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, making her tremble and quiver. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to bear.
But she did bear it, pushing back into him with every stroke, urging him deeper. The beach was their playground, and she was his eager pupil, eager to learn every depraved lesson he would certainly teach her now.
And learn she did. As he pounded into her, he reached around to play with her clit, his fingers a maelstrom of sensation. She could feel the pressure building again, a second orgasm rising like a phoenix from the ashes of all the others.
“Come for me,” he grunted, his own release imminent. “Come all over my cock.”
And she did, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. The world around them ceased to exist as she was lost in a sea of sensation, her cries echoing through the night.
Mike followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. The feeling was almost overwhelming, a culmination of their desires that left her feeling both drained and exhilarated.
As they collapsed onto the sand, their breathing ragged and their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, Mike leaned down to kiss her, tasting the salt on her lips. “You’re incredible,” he murmured.
At that instant, Emma couldn’t find the words to respond, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. But she knew one thing for sure: she was never going to forget this night on the beach with the man who had claimed her so completely.
She looked at him, her eyes clouded by orgasm, and said, “I love you, Mike, but I think I’ve had enough. Sorry, I can’t go on.”
“Don’t worry, princess. That was amazing,” he said, taking her in his arms.
And that’s how they fell asleep, entwined on that beach.
He was awakened in the early morning by her hair caressing his chest. The little minx pecked his chest with kisses, moving lower and lower.
Then, greedily, she licked the entire length of his morning erection before taking him in her mouth.
Despite the previous day’s festivities, it didn’t take long for him to spill into her mouth.
“Mmm, you taste good. Thanks for breakfast.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie; the pleasure is all mine.”
“And now, what are we going to tell my mother?”
“The truth is, I love you both. Do you mind sharing me with your mother?”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with adoration, before replying. “Strangely, no. I even feel like it’s… normal. However, I don’t want anything to do with my mother.” “That, on the other hand, would be…”
She didn’t need to say anything more; her disgusting expression was enough.
Laughing, he admitted to her, “You know, in sex, the most important thing is to want it. Not to force yourself, otherwise the little flower deep inside you will wither and you’ll be nothing more than an empty shell.”
“And you like to watch, from what I understand, you little minx,” he added, pinching her nipple.
“Hey, I’m not a pervert!”
“Hehehe, there’s no shame in being a pervert as long as you enjoy it and accept it. Be my voyeuristic slut if you want.”
Emma’s fingers traced over Mike’s skin and amused themselves by caressing the strange tattoo he had on his shoulder.
“Why did you get that tattoo?” It looks like there’s a wound underneath?”
“You’re right, Princess. I wanted to remember this wound forever.”
“But why a hurricane?”
“It’s because that was my code name when I was in the Navy SEALS: Hurricane. But lazing around enough, like your mother says. Let’s go back to camp, or she’ll worry.”
They returned to camp, happy, like two lovers holding hands.
But their joy was short-lived because, when they arrived at camp, the fire was out, the camp was destroyed as if wild animals had trampled it, but worse… Mia had disappeared.
