I’m out of breath. That was extraordinary. Fuck, that was intense. I don’t know when the last time I came like that was. I’m not even sure I have. ‘Overwhelmed’ is an inadequate word for what I am right now. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t think. My senses are stopped cold. A number of seconds pass before I am even able to comprehend my surroundings, let alone contemplate what just happened.
Smiling at me from behind a mask of still hot cum, Emily says “We can let you rest a while longer, if you like.”
“No,” I say immediately, “I want to know what’s going on here. Everything.”
“You’re awfully pushy for someone who just got here,” Xandra snaps at me.
“You’re one to talk about pushy-” I say calmly, but snap back at her with my eyes.
“Leave him alone, Xandy. He’s fucking new.”
“Whatever,” Xandra says, giving Emily the most nonchalant yet hostile shrug I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Seriously. This gesture truly transcends passive aggression.
“Well?” I ask again.
“Well,” Emily mirrors my syllable, “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, we really aren’t sure about everything. We do know that we’re really as isolated as it gets here. This place is hard to map, and that makes it hard to define. We know it’s an island, though it took us some time to even figure that out.”
“Why?”
As she finishes wiping her face with the discarded towel, Emily answers me plainly, “It’s a big island.”
I pause for a second, shrug, and say “That’s reasonable.”
“Also there’s a couple of outliers,” Xandra says, “And they give me this weird feeling that maybe this is the mainland.”
“What?” I ask, both intrigued and irritated by the vagueness of her comment.
“It’s hard to describe…”
“Sounds like it would be,” I say.
“Hey,” Emily snaps her fingers and points at me, “Be nice to her if you want her to answer your question.
“Thanks,” Xandra tells her, clearly a bit surprised.
“Alright, you’re right, and I’m sorry about that. But you have to understand, this situation is pretty fucking terrifying. I tend to use hostile sarcasm as a defense mechanism, though I try to restrain myself.”
“Huh.”
“Huh…”
Both women look to each other, lock eyes, then return to puzzling over something in their own minds.
“…What’s up?” I ask them.
“Well…” Emily begins.
“It’s not the level of… self awareness…?” Xandra looks to Emily.
Emily shrugs and nods. “Yeah. That sounds right.”
“It’s not the level of self awareness that we usually see from… new arrivals.”
“Interesting. Let’s table that for a moment though,” I say, “and get back to the thing you said about ‘feeling like this is the mainland’. What does that mean?”
Xandra looks at me, and pauses. When she speaks, it’s obvious that she is choosing her words carefully. “It’s just… when I look toward the horizon, I can just feel that these islands are the only land in this ocean. I can’t explain it any better than that.”
“…Fascinating. Well, what else can you tell me? Why do you not expect self awareness?” I ask her. My skin is charging with that mysterious buzz again. “What am I feeling right now?”
“Well, we don’t know what makes us all feel so… energetic. It’s something about this place, as far as we know, but we can’t gather anything more than observational evidence on the subject.”
“As for self awareness,” Emily says, “that is also observational. Most people never seem to fully come out of the confusion that they are in when they arrive.”
“Oh, I’m not fully recovered, I can promise.”
Xandra half laughs at my statement, and half snorts at it. “Of course not. That would be unprecedented.”
Emily adds “But, your recovery is remarkable.” Her voice is serious, but it is tinged with arousal.
“Well, that makes me feel good, at least.”
For a few minutes there is a pause. I think they are letting me process the new information I’ve assimilated. It’s helpful, but I’m definitely having a hard time with the distraction factor. It’s like a constant tingling in the background, it warms my spine, pulses through my nerves, and teases me all over. My cock is getting hard again. I don’t know how that could even be. It’s only been a few minutes since I came.
There are two beautiful women with me. I am completely naked. Emily is still wearing her cute green swimsuit. The bottom is scrunched off to one side of her freshly fucked pussy. There’s a little bit of cum left on the side of her jaw, just under her ear. I don’t know if Xandra has noticed, but neither one of us say a word about it.
My cock twitches when I look at her. Xandra is turning me on just as much, though. Her shimmering nails matches her oceanic eyes and sapphire hair. Heavy breasts held up by a pristine, snowy white bikini top lead into a figure of wide curves and exceptional beauty.
Ugh. Sometimes I am such a dude. Just can’t keep my eyes to the front, I guess. Anytime someone pretty walks by. Well, mostly the women, I guess…. But there are more than a few guys on campus who turn my head. I love to look at beautiful people. I love to rip their clothes off with my eyes, and I love it when they look at me like that. I want to touch them, and I want them to touch me. My sex drive is never far from the pilot’s seat, and I don’t necessarily know what that says about me as a human.
While scratching an itch on her neck, Emily notices the remaining cum on her face, and sighs. She looks at me for a moment, narrowing her eyes. It feels like she is scrutinizing me seriously, and very carefully, but she interrupts this feeling with the energetic and bubbly tone of her voice. Her eyes pop all the way open when she speaks, “You look uncomfortable. Come with me.”
“Strangely, I’m not all that uncomfortable,” I say, but get up anyway, “Seems like I would be, but I am starting to feel weirdly okay with this place.” I pause for a moment while both of them look at me as though all their confidence in my potential intelligence had been lost, then add “I mean, I still want to find a way out of here, but the two of you are definitely helping me see the positives. That’s all.”
Both of them laugh quietly at my comment. Emily says, “I actually meant you look physically uncomfortable. You know… sweat, vinyl.”
“Oh,” I say, now painfully aware of how irritated my back is, “Yeah. Sweat and seawater. Gross.”
“Well, come with me, then,” Emily says, extending her hand.
I peel myself off the exam table and step onto the floor. The tile of the floor is cool against my feet. Emily beckons me to follow with her finger and turns the corner beyond the door. She is a few steps ahead of me, walking slowly. Matching her pace, I follow her at the ideal distance for staring at her ass. I watch it move as she walks, and by the time we arrive at our destination I am completely hard again. My cock is sticking out at ninety degrees, straight as an arrow.
As she moves, her ass shifts side to side and gives the slightest jiggle each time she finishes a step. It is a pleasure to watch. My cock is pulsing hard, attempting to swell past its maximum volume. I can feel my heartbeat in it. I can even see it if I look closely at the tip, though I have to hold it still as I move. Fuck… Even that feels amazing. Just touching myself with my hand. Not even jerking off.
There is definitely a growing part of me that sees the appeal of this place. This building is definitely of an odd construction and layout though, and it bothers me at least as much as it should. I would not know how to navigate in here without a guide, and that is deeply unsettling to me. Without Emily’s lead I would be lost in an instant. I’ve no idea how far into oblivion this place stretches. Judging by what I see around corners as we pass them, I find that I would best describe it as an architectural tangle of labyrinthine corridors and awkwardly shaped chambers. Additionally, I would call it an affront to the studies of structural engineering and Feng Shui in one fell swoop.
As we progress, my disorientation grows, though that might be because I can’t take my eyes off of Emily’s body. At least in large part. She is beautiful, and I want her. Not sure what that means. At the very least, I want to fuck her. Again, I mean. Her pussy is so tight and she is so energetic. Maybe I should fuck Xandra next…
A strange blur of color catches my attention, and for a moment, I pay attention to my surroundings. There are rows of blue lockers running through the middle of this room. Though somewhat passively, I am extremely curious what might be in them. Are they all empty, or are some of them full? Do they belong to people? Are there enough people here for each of them to have an assigned human?
As we cross the doorless threshold from one room to another, we enter a short hallway that ends in a T-junction. Emily turns left, but I look right. To the right, I see a corridor leading toward sunlight, and take a step toward it, but Xandra’s arm drapes around me from the other side. Every muscle in my body jumps in surprise. I have a strong reaction to adrenaline.
“That just goes back to the beach you washed up on,” she says as she ushers me in the other direction.
“Oh,” I say, saddened but unsurprised by the news. I make a mental note to come back and check, though. I like my rescuers quite well so far, but there’s no chance I would trust them at this juncture.
“Come get cleaned up,” she says as she grabs my ass, giving it a good squeeze. My cock jumps in excitement, and gets even more excited as she passes me. She wraps her hand around it at the base of the shaft, and pulls her hand away from me.
My reaction is to almost cum in her hand. I choke on an involuntarily taken gulp of air in surprise and sensory confusion. I am enjoying this, but it’s very stimulating. Way overstimulating, actually. There is no reason I should be this hard, this soon. Or this sensitive. It’s fun, but I worry it’s going to get old sooner than I might have imagined.
The room we are walking into now is as cold, barren, and rusty as anywhere else we’ve been through. The whole place has the look of somewhere that was once pristine, tidy, and sterile, but which fell from that glory long before it was allowed to decline to the state it is in now. The floor in here is a little wet. The air is more humid, too.
Two long walls connect two short ones, creating what one might see either as a narrow room or a wide corridor. Tile walls stretch high to a high ceiling of unpolished concrete. The surfaces of the room are adorned in conduits and plumbing, all littered about as though such things are meant to slither outside the walls unattended.
The light is different in here, though, and there is no hum in the background of florescent lighting. Once I step inside I see that this room has two windows – one at each end of one of the walls. As soon as I see them I rush to the closest. I have to pull myself up on the sill to see out. Definitely a basement. Seems to be both ground level and not ground level. All I see is some rocks, an end to those rocks, and then only ocean.
“Damn.”
“Yeah. It just goes forever like that,” Emily tells me.
I run to the other window and look, but find exactly the same view, as I knew I would. After pressing my head to the walls and peering as far as I can to both sides of the window, I give up this particular venture. “Damn.”
“Yeah.”
To my left, there is a large, freestanding metal rack. It’s taller than me, and its shelves are made of thick wire, and its supports of disused pipe. It is slightly irregular, so that even with the shims under its lack of feet it leans a bit to one side. The top and bottom racks are empty, but the middle three are filled with a well varied cornucopia of sex toys. They are all sorted into categories – vibrators for exterior and interior use, classic dildos, butt plugs, etc. One shelf even has a bit of BDSM gear. There’s a couple of pairs of leather cuffs, a collar, some floggers and a couple of chains and other, more complex devices whose purpose is unknown to me.
After noting some of the contents of the shelf, I turn around to return to the girls. After a few steps, Emily turns around and halts my advance with a raised hand. She reaches behind back and unties her top, then slides her hand down her torso seductively and unties the bottom of her swimsuit at one side. Seductively, she allows both articles of clothing to fall to the floor. With the bright green on the floor instead of her body, the color palate of the room changes. An even more drab background for an even more exciting image. Her body is unbelievable. It’s not that I didn’t know that before, but… Now I’m seeing her completely naked, and it’s a little different somehow.
She turns a squeaky metal dial on the wall, and a shower head above her begins to gurgle. She steps out of the way, expecting the reddish brown spray of rust and water that splatters out of the pipes. Like so many others, these pipes are bolted into cracked tile and run exterior to the wall – from the crudely built dial assembly to the large, round shower head centered in the ceiling above her. One pair of dials looks to have come from a sink, while the dial to the next shower down looks like it went to a garden hose.
Xandra passes by me, giving my cock a little jerk as she moves. She walks past Emily and turns the next dial, causing a second shower to sputter to life. This one is less rusty. It only has a brownish tinge to the water, but it’s at least translucent. By now though, all the rust is washing down the stainless drains. Many of them are screwed directly into the floor, but many of the grates are just sitting atop the drains with their screws removed.
While she waits for the pipes to clear out, Xandra walks to the shelving at the far wall of the room. Watching her walk is a pleasure. I haven’t watched her move from behind yet. Her round ass is bigger than Emily’s, and moves a little differently. I want to fuck her in that ass.
She takes three items off of the shelf. From here I can see that one of them is a large, off-yellow sponge – the kind you’d use for washing a car. When she returns, she hangs it on the dial of her shower. When she turns, I see that in her other hand she is holding two toys. Nice vibrators. One in black, one in bright pink. She hands one to Emily, who enthusiastically takes it from her.
Wearing only a quickly spreading smile, Emily lowers the toy, switches it on and presses it against her clit.. As it starts, I smile a bit at the unique buzz it makes. Xandra turns on the other toy. Its sounds different. I love how every toy sounds at least a little bit different. Even two of the same model. For inanimate objects, they have a lot of personality.
Still waiting for the pipes to clear, both of them move toward the wall, leaning against it as they spread their legs a little further. Emily brushes the toy against her clit tentatively, to test the intensity. Xandra recklessly presses it against her wet clit, and emits a loud, open-mouthed moan.
After a few minutes of this, they are both looking very excited. Deliciously excited. Seeing their faces in such clear detail while they are pleasuring themselves is almost as useful to me as watching exactly what they are doing with the toys. I should remember to do that.
Approaching my own orgasm quite quickly, I slow down the movement of my hand and loosen my grip. I want to cum, but I can restrain myself. For a moment it feels like the fog of failing executive function is clearing again. Maybe things will stay clear for a little while…
Emily is grinding her teeth and moaning now too. She is sliding slowly down the wall as the strength in her legs declines. Xandra inserts her toy into her dripping pussy with great force. She screams, but bites her lip and arrests the sound. What sound escapes her mouth echoes around the room, and then about the concrete maze outside it.
Watching this scene would be enough to keep me hard as rock even if I were not touching myself. Of course, I am. My hand is gliding up and down the length of my hard shaft at a brisk pace. Despite the speed with which I am stroking my cock, I am relaxed. I lean on the nearest wall as well, facing them across the narrow axis of the room. We are standing six or seven feet apart, I’d say. Eight at most.
This is really fucking hot. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never just watched someone getting off like this. In some ways though, it’s more like I’m watching them watch me. The fact that they are playing with themselves right in front of me is now secondary to the fact that seeing me do the same is getting them off.
Xandra is barely standing, Emily is on the floor now, and both are about to cum. Emily is tensing up. Her knees are closing in on one another. Steam and sweat are running down Xandra’s skin as she enjoys herself. I feel like I could cum anytime, but I don’t feel like I need to either. I want to watch this. I’m going to edge myself to the biggest load I can give these two. They definitely deserve it.
With fingers flying over her clit, Xandra fucks herself with a tool she’s obviously well versed in the use of. She is at the edge. An unmitigated scream declares now that she is there. Over the edge, but still falling. Her voice is stretched by the resonant, growling bellow she is filling the room with. I expect it to end momentarily, but it doesn’t. She is shaking against the wall from the potency of her orgasm.
Emily is vibrating on the floor. She’s fucking herself now, too. So close. I can tell she is right there too. She moves like a myth – serpentine, sensuous, seductive. Through all of this, Xandra is still gyrating against the wall. She clearly doesn’t care at all how she looks and is simply immersing herself in as much pleasure as she can. That’s a whole other kind of hot.
The redhead on the floor is doing a bit of gyrating of her own, but she’s still getting off on giving us a show while she pleases herself. This is beautiful. I wish I could experience what she is feeling. She is writhing about the cold tile now, but she is still doing it as gracefully as possible. Or at least as gracefully as is reasonable.
What happens now seems to surprise everyone, even Xandra. For a moment her scream is winding down, but is then interrupted by a choked gasp and restarts at maximum volume. Without any real warning, Xandra thrusts her hips forward mid-orgasm, and a wide stream of hot, clear liquid erupts from her pussy. She does it over and over, and it isn’t until the fourth time that it is any less intense than the first. Most of her cum lands on Emily, but some of it reaches me. I slide my hand through the drops on my leg and then stroke my cock with the slick fluid.
Reacting to what is happening above her, on her, and to her, Emily contorts herself into a variety of impressive positions. She is undergoing a violent orgasm. Her movements are even bordering on convulsion. Seconds that pass like minutes while by as she thrashes about the floor. I can tell from the visible twitching of her pussy that she is clenching and spasming internally.
Xandra is only now starting to come down from her orgasm. She falls to her knees, joining her friend on the floor. Both of them are crying now, completely ecstatic. Tears of ecstasy turn me on to a not insignificant extent, even if I wasn’t the direct cause.
I am in paradise. At least, I appear to be. A small voice in me is still questioning what is happening here. Questioning why there are such nice toys laying around a disused group shower in a locker room behind a locker room in a basement, but, it is a rapidly diminishing voice… More and more I like this place. That feels wrong, and like a dangerous prospect. Then again… ‘wrong and dangerous’ can be very alluring.
