by Anita Kidesu
He eyed his friends standing over him, obviously unsure what to do—Toby’s furrowed brow, Steve’s gaze flitting between Emma and himself.
“What are you two waiting for?”
Toby finally crawled over and snuggled against Emma’s backside. He cupped her other breast and closed his eyes.
“Steve?” Jack asked.
Steve raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’m not sure I can snuggle against either one of you.”
“Oh, hell, Steve,” Jack said, hiding a grin. “We’re all so exhausted right now, I’m not sure we’d notice if a gorilla joined us. Get the hell down here and get some sleep.”
Steve lay down next to Jack and pulled the extra sheet over them while Toby pulled the sheet from the other side.
Four peas in a pod, Jack thought. Before drifting off, he needed to make a point clear. “We. Do. Not. Tell. Anyone. Got it?”
When the men muttered something that sounded like an agreement, Jack rested his chin on the top of Emma’s head and fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Emma awoke slowly the next morning. Something was different. She was warm, but she was warm every morning since the plane tended to hold in the day’s heat. She snuggled into something hard. Then she realized the warmth wasn’t coming from the plane. She was outside. The heat came from lying between two naked men, rather like a hot dog in a bun.
She opened her eyes and recognized Jack’s dark, furry chest. His hand covered one breast and Toby’s palm covered the other. An erect penis pressed against her backside. She closed her eyes again. Her body ached in places she knew Francois never touched. She was certain now he’d never consummated their marriage. Why? What happened last night was unbelievable, incredible, stupendous. She had no idea sex would be so, so… Hell, mere words didn’t describe what occurred.
Emma took stock of her body. Her mind was sharp and clear, so sex hadn’t hurt her brain, except during the act when her mind seemed to go into tailspins. Her breasts were tender, but thinking about how they had sucked on her nipples throughout the night made them tingle and pucker into the hands holding them. Her legs were weak like she’d run up and down the hill all day. When she stood, they would probably wobble as if her bones were no longer in her body.
Surprisingly her bottom didn’t give her any discomfort. She suppressed a giggle. She might just as well call it her pussy while she was coherent. She recalled thinking of it that way last night when her world was in a jumble of frenzied orgasms. It made her feel rather wicked, like swearing or using words like cock and pussy defied her prim and proper upbringing.
Okay, so her pussy didn’t hurt too badly. She squeezed her inner muscles. Nothing felt torn or ripped since three cocks had been inside her many times with one taking her virginity. She remembered the men gently cleaning her and using some kind of soothing balm. At some point in time, they had wrapped themselves in the sheet and gone to sleep.
“You awake, Emma-girl?” Jack’s deep voice broke into her thoughts.
His big, hard cock pressed against her leg. Another stiff shaft pushed against her ass. She turned her head. Toby smiled. Could the men be ready for her again? There was so much she didn’t understand about men, but she learned last night they could make her body quiver—over and over again.
“How are you this morning, babe?” Toby asked.
She lowered her eyes and smiled. Her nerve endings zinged and zapped from her head clear down to her toes. A replay of last night would be a delightful way to start the day. But not wanting to admit they turned her on and have them think she was a slut, she opened her mouth to inquire where Steve disappeared when he popped up on the other side of Jack.
“Hi ya, Emma. How are you this morning?” he asked.
Emma laughed. “If you guys would ever let me answer, I would tell you I’m fine this morning.”
“Not sore or anything? We used you pretty damn hard last night.” Toby asked, caressing her arm.
“As far as I can tell, Toby, everything is doing fine, except…”
“What?” Jack asked, his tone filled with concern.
“Are you hurt?” Steve asked, sitting up quickly, leaning over Jack and putting his hand to her forehead.
“Why the hell are you touching her forehead?” Toby asked. “We didn’t fuck her forehead.”
Steve dropped his hand and hung his head.
“It’s all right, Steve. If you guys would at least let me finish a sentence this morning, I’d tell you I just need to relieve myself.”
“Oh,” they said in unison.
Toby rolled away from Emma, letting her roll onto her back. “As your doctor…”
Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re my doctor now?”
“I was last night.”
So she did correctly recall he had done something to ease her pain. “What about ‘as my doctor’?”
“We were pretty rough on you last night.”
“Did I complain?” she asked, worried she’d said something to make them think she hadn’t enjoyed the evening.
Jack pulled her face to his and kissed her nose. “No, you didn’t complain, Emma-girl. That’s not what Toby is trying to say. The day after a woman has sex for the first time with a man can be uncomfortable. The fact you took all three of us last night might make your pussy doubly, no, triply sore.” He ran a hand over her breast and down her stomach until he reached her mound. He gently played with her pubic hair. “Your pussy seemed pretty red last night, so Toby put some aloe on you to help you heal. He wants to check to make sure you healed all right. Am I correct, Toby?”
“Yes. That’s where the doctor part comes in, Emma.”
“Oh.”
“So will you let me check you?”
Emma swallowed nervously. Except for the torches, last night was dark and having them see her in the dark was one thing… “Uh, the sun’s out.”
Jack smiled. “It doesn’t have to be dark for a man to look at a woman.”
“Or vice versa,” Steve added.
“So?” Toby asked. At her nod, he gently separated her legs and removed the rag from between them. He spread her lips apart. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said in a whisper.
“What?” they said in unison.
“Look.”
Jack slid his arm from under her head and joined Toby.
“Amazing,” Jack said.
“Incredible,” Steve added.
“What?” Emma asked, embarrassed to have the three of them stare at her.
“The redness and swelling are gone,” Toby told her. He spread her lips and probed her with a finger. “Does this hurt?”
Emma shook her head.
“Thank goodness!” he uttered, sitting back on his heels. “We were so worried we’d injured you.”
“I’m fine, so can I please go to the bathroom now?”
Her legs wobbled as Jack helped her to the privy while Toby and Steve cleaned the mess from the previous night. Steve brought up some salt water from the ocean and dumped it in a tub where they placed the sheets. They found the ocean water worked wonders removing stains, especially blood.
“I need a shower,” Emma said when she and Jack returned to the campsite.
“We all need one,” Toby said.
Emma was suddenly aware no one wore clothes, the men all seemingly unaware of the fact. “Uh, do you think we should get dressed?” she asked, standing before the three men with an arm pressed against her breasts and her other hand covering her pussy.
“Why?” Steve said. “I, for one, like being naked.”
“Are we embarrassing you?” Jack asked. He sighed. “You might as well get used to seeing us naked, Emma. While we don’t plan on running around without clothes all the time, you have to agree this is pretty damn comfortable.”
Emma did agree and turned her gaze to them. She took in each man, from Jack’s tall, hairy and bronzed body, to Toby’s blond nearly hairless chest, and Steve’s muscled shoulders. Her e
yes roamed further south, where to her amazement, each of their cocks rose.
“Amazing.” She smiled, her heart picking up speed and her pussy muscles twitching. Her palms itched to touch them. Last night she hadn’t had a chance.
“What’s amazing?” Jack asked.
“You’re growing. All three of you.”
“See what you do to us?” Steve asked.
Jack took her hands in his. “It’s what nature intended. Don’t be embarrassed. You gave us a special gift we’ll remember the rest of our lives. Not many women would have done what you did.”
“I guess that makes me a slut now, especially considering how much I enjoyed it.” She kept her hands over her breasts and mound. “My mother said no proper woman enjoys conjugal relations.”
Steve rushed over to her. “Let’s not get back to that again, Emma. This doesn’t make you a slut. If anyone thinks so, then they think ill of us, too, for doing to you what we did. Do you think less of Jack, Toby, and myself? Do you hate us?”
“No!” she said, her eyes wide, recalling how they had made her soar last night.
“Why should we think badly of you?” Jack asked.
Emma looked down at her feet and shrugged.
“Look at us, Emma-girl,” Jack said quietly. “I’m not sure about Steve and Toby, but I’ve come to care a great deal about you since being on the island. Do you care about me?”
Emma nodded.
“I care, too, babe,” Toby said.
“Me, too. More than I ever thought possible,” Steve added.
Jack tipped her chin up. “Do we act like you’re a slut or like we care enough about you to make sure we don’t hurt you? When people care about each other, especially a man and a woman, they express their feelings through sex. You’re lucky enough to have three men who like you as well as want your body. The three of us,” he turned to look at each man, “like the whole package.”
Toby stepped behind her and rubbed her shoulders. “So no more talk or thoughts about being a slut. Agreed?”
Emma smiled, feeling like the weight of the boulder their plane had crashed into had been lifted from her shoulders. “I do like you guys.”
Steve winked and tapped her on an arm. “Aw, you’re just saying that.”
She tapped a finger against her lips. “I have to admit, I like your bodies, too.”
“Enough to wash them for us?” Jack asked.
“What? You want me to bathe you?”
As one they nodded.
Emma thought for a minute. The idea of running her soapy hands down their bodies did have an appeal.
“Where?”
“You’ll wash us?” Steve asked, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline.
“Yes.”
Jack grabbed Emma and kissed her hard, letting his inflamed prick press into her soft stomach. “You’re some kind of woman, Emma-girl.”
Steve and Toby joined in the hug and three cocks pressed against her, one on her stomach, and one on each of her ass cheeks. Their arms wrapping around her and running over her skin was like being massaged by an octopus.
“Where?” she whispered.
“The pool,” someone else answered.
“How fast can we get ready?” Jack moaned against her throat.
At his question they broke apart. Emma found her clothes strewn throughout the campsite and yanked them on. Steve hopped on one foot as he tried to slip into his shorts. Jack put his on so fast she didn’t even notice. Toby yanked a shirt over his head, leaving his cock to bounce freely as he searched for his shorts. Emma thought they wouldn’t be coming back down anytime soon, so she gathered some food and tossed it into a sack. Jack put brandy bottles in another sack along with some towels and soap.
“Five minutes,” Steve said.
“What?” Toby asked.
“Jack wanted to know how long it would take us to get ready. Five minutes.”
Emma laughed. Poor Steve, ever the professor.
“Let’s go,” Jack said, grabbing Emma’s hand.
Side-by-side, Emma walked up the path with her new lovers to enter a new phase in her life—being loved.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Who first?” Emma asked when they got to the pool. As much she’d changed in the last twenty-four hours, she was surprised to see everything here was the same. Water trickled down the mountain and into the pool. The sun still shone on the water. Birds still chirped.
This morning the sky seemed a little bluer, the water sparkled more like diamonds, and the birds sang more angelically. But maybe it was all in her mind and she was still floating on the euphoric sex cloud.
“You,” Jack answered.
“Me? I thought I was washing you guys.”
Toby slipped off his sandals. “You are, but we agreed to wash you first.”
“We did? When did we decide this?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest in mock indignation. Her nipples pebbled at the thought of the three of them running their soapy hands over her body.
“I’m not sure where your mind was,” Steve said, stepping out of his shorts, “but that’s what we talked about on the way up here.”
“Oh,” she muttered when three stark naked, thoroughly aroused men faced her. Damn brain cells.
“We’re done, now how about you?” Jack pointed to her clothes.
Obviously today they weren’t going to undress her. Last night stripping in front of them had embarrassed her, but today the idea made her body hot and twitchy. She untied the straps at her neck and let the top dip slowly over her breasts. The warm sun caressed her breasts. Her nipples hardened.
Water trickled down the mountain and into the pool against the distant roar of the waterfall. Even the birds seemed to have stopped singing in anticipation of the show about to commence.
She turned her back to the men and unbuttoned her shorts, slipped her hands into the waistband, and wiggled her hips, letting them slide down her legs. Her mother told her sunbathing wrinkled and aged skin before its time. But when the sun’s rays hit her ass, she groaned in delight. Her mother had been wrong about so many things.
Peering over her shoulder, she bent at the waist, took her shorts in one hand, and stepped out of them. She nearly laughed at the looks on their faces. They reminded her of the three monkeys—see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil. Steve had his hand over his mouth, Toby pressed his fingers against the sides of his head, and Jack shielded his eyes.
“Damn, Emma, where’d you learn to do that?” Jack groaned.
“Do what?”
“Tease,” Toby said.
Emma smiled inwardly. A sense of power grew within. Her actions had practically brought the men to their knees. “Was I teasing?” she asked, an innocent tone in her voice. She dropped her shorts, bent over, and picked them up. She peered at the men through her legs and nearly giggled at the sight of three pairs of testicles pulling up and down with the movement of three swollen cocks bobbing.
“Get in the water, Emma-girl,” Jack said, his voice rumbling with passion.
Emma raised an eyebrow but did as he said, slowly walking down the steps until she stood knee deep in the water. Jack pulled soap and condoms from the bag. After dropping the small packages to the sand, he followed her into the pool, Toby and Steve close behind.
The next few minutes were heaven. Steve tipped her back to wet her hair, lathered his hand with the soap, and gently massaged her scalp. Toby grabbed the soap, rubbed it between his hands and ran them down her back and ass. Jack did the same to her front, playing close attention to her nipples before letting his fingers linger at the apex of her thighs. They finished their ministrations all too soon and dipped her in the water.
“Our turn,” Steve said in her ear. “Who first?”
“Me,” Toby said. “I went last before, so now I’m first.”
Washing was something else Emma could add to her list of things she’d never done with a man. “What do you want me to do?”
“Was
h me, babe. Wash all of me, like we washed you.”
Emma gulped but picked up the soap. Jack and Steve sat on the edge of the pool, leaving her and Toby alone in the water. She cupped her hands, scooped up water and dribbled it down his body. Then she lathered her hands and ran them over his shoulders, back and down his ass.
“Every inch, Emma,” Toby told her.
Recalling how Toby ran his fingers down the seam of her buttocks, she did the same, surprised when he groaned and moved his ass closer. Evidently he enjoyed this, so she ran a soapy finger down his crack and under him until she grabbed his balls.
“Oh, God, Emma,” he groaned, “keep going, and I won’t be able to pleasure you.”
She stopped and turned him around, giving his front a good once over until she reached his cock. Not sure how to proceed and getting no response from Toby’s closed eyes, she turned to Jack for direction.
“Soap your hands up again, Emma-girl,” Jack said. “Take his cock and rub your soapy hands around it. Now pull the skin of his cock forward and all the way back until the head is exposed.”
Glad someone was giving her instructions, Emma took his engorged cock in her hand and ran her thumb over the soft, velvety tip. How can something so hard to so soft at the same time?
“Now have him kneel down and rinse him off, like we did you. Make sure you get all the soap off.”
“How will I know if all the soap is off?” She looked to Toby for an answer, but his eyes were closed, jaw clenched tight, nostrils flaring.
“There’s only one way,” Jack said. “You have to lick it.”
Emma’s turned her head so fast, she heard it crack. Jack’s eyes seemed to shine. Was he enjoying watching her clean his friend? “Excuse me? Did you say ‘lick’?”
“Yep.”
“You mean put his penis in my mouth?”
“Yep. Lick and suck his cock.”
“He would like that?”
Toby moaned. “Oh, God, yes.”
Since she enjoyed them sucking her last night, she took a deep breath and, sticking out her tongue, rolled it over the bottom of his cock, then the top and sides. Toby grabbed the sides of her head.
