by Anita Kidesu
“Suck, babe. Suck on my cock.”
Emma put the tip in her mouth. Not sure what to do next, she laved her tongue around the opening then slid her mouth down until it covered the entire tip. She pulled back and licked the pre-cum. He tasted slightly of soap.
“Yes, damn it. Shit, Emma, you’re a natural.”
Feeling bolder, she widened her mouth and took in more of his cock. How could something so hard feel so soft? The beating of the blood in his veins pulsed against her tongue, and he seemed to grow with each swipe.
Suddenly Toby pulled back and splashed into the water. “No more, Emma. I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth.” He closed his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the pool. “Your turn, Steve,” he muttered. “Be careful, her mouth is dangerous.”
Steve didn’t taste like soap, but like the pool water. As she ran her tongue over its tip, she wondered if the men would taste different from each other if they hadn’t just bathed. Copying her actions with Toby, Emma squeezed Steve’s cock, surprised its heat didn’t sear her palm. She drew it into her mouth as far as possible. Her pussy clenched each time Steve thrust into her mouth.
She turned her head at a groan from Jack. Arms propped on the pool ledge, legs splayed out before him, his shaft bobbed back and forth, his testicles drawn tight against the base. Would he feel different? Would he enjoy this as much as Toby and Steve?
Like Toby, Steve suddenly pulled back.
“I need to be inside you, Emma.” He groaned.
She peered up at him. “Not yet, Steve, it’s Jack’s turn.”
Emma reached her hand out for Jack, leading him into the water. She soaped her hands, but this time she washed his front first, ignoring his cock. The idea of teasing him made her smile. Gauging by the way he kept trying to maneuver his burgeoning cock toward her hands, her actions were driving him to the brink. The water swirled around her legs. She stepped behind him, re-soaped her hands and massaged them over his neck, across his shoulders, down his back and over his ass.
Urging him to spread his legs, she slid her hands back and forth between his legs, each time rubbing against the area between his anus and balls, bringing him closer to the brink. When he thought he couldn’t take any more, she stepped behind him and pressed her body against his back, her soft breasts massaging him. She brought her arms around to his front to wash his cock. He grabbed her hand and brought her around to the front of him.
“I want you to watch, Emma-girl.”
Soaping her hands again, Emma knelt before him and gently soaped his cock, then thoroughly rinsed him.
She leaned to take his cock in her mouth and Jack pulled her up. “I couldn’t stand it, Emma-girl,” he explained at the frown on her face. “As much as I want you to, watching you suck on Toby and Steve has made me close to exploding. Like them, I want to be inside you.” He placed both hands on her ass and pressed her pubic bone against his cock. “But I guess Toby gets you first this morning.”
“Come here, baby,” Toby said. He sat on the second ledge, making the water come to his hips, but leaving his cock exposed. “Sit on me.”
Emma wasn’t sure how sitting on his lap would do anything, but she tried to sit on him like a child would.
“No, put your legs on either side of me and sit on my cock.” When Emma stood on either side of his legs, he spread her lips apart. “Now sit down.”
Emma lowered herself until his cock pressed at her opening. Slowly she eased down until he filled her wet pussy. In this position, his penis seemed to reach deeper within her. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her pebbled nipples into his chest.
Toby hissed into her ear when her pussy muscles clenched around his cock. His heat seared through her. Her clit rubbed against him, intensifying the friction of his penis. With his hands around her waist, he eased her back up again and down on his shaft.
He repeated this several times until Emma understood she could control her own movements and proceeded to ride him until the familiar spasms of pleasure rocked her world. Within seconds, he followed. Toby wrapped her in an embrace as they both came back down to Earth.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “Now go to Steve.”
On shaky legs, she waded across the pool where Steve waited on the edge of the pool.
“You’re incredible, Emma,” he said, pulling her down into a kiss. He turned her around so her back pressed to his chest. “Sit,” he ordered.
This time knowing what he meant, she straddled his legs and eased onto him, surprised this position, the opposite of the last, created such a different sensation inside her. His penis rode deeper, pressing more toward the front of her core than the back, like with Toby. She wasn’t too sure if she cared for it. Like last night, she couldn’t see his expressions nor hug or kiss him. Then he brought one hand around to her breast and squeezed her nipple. His other hand slid to her pussy, rubbing her clit in time to her rocking. Now she understood the benefits. Her body spiraled upward toward another orgasm.
“You’re wonderful, Emma,” he murmured into her back. “Absolutely wonderful. Thank you.”
It humbled her when both men thanked her for something she enjoyed as much as they. Did men always thank their women after making love? Francois certainly hadn’t. But then the man hadn’t made love to her.
Jack stood before her, the eye of his swollen cock staring into her eyes. He tugged her to her feet and squeezed her body against his, her nipples tingling when they brushed against the rough hair on his chest.
“I’m sorry, Emma-girl, but I can’t wait any longer. Put your arms around my neck and hold on.”
Before she had a chance to question his comment, he placed his hands around her waist, picked her up as if she weighed nothing more than a feather, and brought her down on his cock. His shoulders were broader, his waist not as defined as Toby and Steve’s. But his cock was every bit as big, thick and hot.
“Put your legs around my waist and hold on.”
She did as he said, expecting him to start pumping into her pussy. Instead, he walked out of the water, lifted her off him and lay her on the sand. Then, inch by inch he slid into her, teasing her with his prowess. Then he started pumping, slowly at first, then faster and faster until Emma no longer kept up.
After two previous orgasms, her next one came slow. She watched Jack’s face as he reached his peak. With one last thrust, teeth clenched together, he threw his head back and groaned. Emma’s orgasm struck when the heat of his cum shot into her core, and she followed Jack to a place where she believed anything was possible.
After a few moments, Jack let her legs down and flopped down on his forearms. Like Toby, he pressed his forehead against hers. “You okay?”
“I think I have sand up my ass, but otherwise I’m fine,” she answered, smiling.
Jack laughed and kissed her. “You’re something else. Let’s get rinsed off.”
She giggled, when after pulling her up by the hands, he swatted her on the ass.
Chapter Twenty-Five
After entering the water with Emma in his arms, Jack walked into the deeper part of the pool, joining Toby and Steve. He rested his head against the edge until the warm water came up to his neck. He enjoyed the few moments of silence, allowing their bodies to recuperate.
“I’m not sure which I like better, watching or participating,” Toby muttered.
“What are you talking about?” Jack asked, still trying to get his heart rate back to a normal pace.
“Well, watching each of you with Emma is amazing. I’ve never watched anyone make love before. But being with Emma is incredible, too.”
Steve opened his eyes. “I know what you mean, Toby.”
“Well, you guys are wrong,” Emma said, swishing the water back and forth with her hands.
“What do you mean we’re wrong?” Steve asked. “Didn’t you enjoy us? Men tend to get carried away, but I thought we made sure you enjoyed having sex with us.”
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br /> Emma splashed water in Steve’s face. “Of course I did, you silly man. What I meant was that you guys keep saying I’m incredible when you’re the incredible ones. You took a potentially awful situation for me and made my first time truly remarkable. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with us when we get rescued, but when we do, I’ll have to go back and confront Francois.”
Jack grimaced at the mention of the man. Hell, from the way the letter read, chances are he killed Jean Paul. He went to shallower water and pulled the bags they brought up the hill toward him. “Anyone hungry?”
“Enough to start eating sand,” Toby said.
“Me, too,” Steve said.
“Emma?”
“Ravenous. You guys just take everything out of me.”
Jack wriggled his eyebrows up and down at Emma, his eyes twinkling. “No, we don’t take anything out of you, Emma-girl. We put it in you. If you get my drift.”
“If you didn’t hold our sustenance in your hands right now, and I wasn’t a starving woman, you’d find yourself under water.”
“Yeah, you and whose army?” Jack countered.
“Okay, children,” Toby interrupted. “Let’s eat, drink, and be merry.”
After handing out fruit and smoked fish, Jack passed around the bottle of brandy.
When Emma raised an eyebrow at the liquid, he said. “I know it’s morning, but I want to celebrate, Emma.”
“Can’t argue with that,” she said, taking a sip.
No one spoke as they nourished their empty stomachs. With each pass of the bottle, Jack became more relaxed. Combined with the trickle of water and breeze gently fluttering leaves, he’d probably fall asleep and drown.
Jack jerked when Toby spoke. “Now that I’m on my way to being sloshed, I need to bring something up with Emma.” He took another drag from the bottle.
“Whash that?” Steve said, slurring his words.
Emma tried to uncross her eyes. Why were there six men instead of three? She shook a wavering finger at Toby. “Yeah, Toby-love, whash that?”
“Well, I need to figure out how the hell you were married and still be a fucking virgin.”
Steve took a swig and passed the bottle to Toby. “That’s an oxymoron.”
“What’s an oxymoron?”
“Fucking virgin. A virgin can’t be fucking.”
“Oh, brother. Ever the professor.” Toby handed the brandy to Emma. “When did you marry Jean Paul. I mean Francois?’
Emma tapped a finger against her lip. “Oh, yeah, I’m supposed to be married aren’t I? To old whash ‘is name. Some French guy. Been married…let’s see…we’ve been on the island for four weeksh.” Emma paused and took a swallow from the brandy bottle.
“Enough brandy for you, Emma-girl,” Jack said, taking the bottle from her, slapping in the cork with his palm, and placing the bottle in the bag. “No sense in wasting a good brandy on someone who’s already plastered.”
“I’m not plastered,” she replied in what she hoped sounded like her mother’s best lofty “I’m rich, you’re not” voice. Might have worked if her comment hadn’t been followed by several large hiccups and a burp.
“Of course you’re not,” Toby snickered. “So, answer my question.”
“Oh, yeah. Married.” She closed her eyes and tapped her bottom lip with a finger. “A week, I guess.”
“Married a week and still a virgin,” Steve said. “Hell, if you’d been my girl, you would have lost your cherry on our first date. So what happened, or should I ask what didn’t happen?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. He tried, but it always hurt, so he stopped.”
“What happened when he stopped?” Jack asked.
Tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Tears always came when Francois stopped. The pain, the humiliation. She shook her head to stop the memories.
“Emma, what happened?” Jack persisted.
“He called me names.”
“What kind of names?” he asked.
“Bitch, whore, stupid, ugly, ice queen, toothpick.” She tipped her head back on the ledge. “I’m thin and flat chested, although I’m not sure how he knew since he never touched me there,” she added, pointing to her chest but missing and hitting herself in the neck.
Steve shook his head. “You’re not flat chested, Emma. You’re perfect. Anything else?”
She didn’t answer, but sat with her head down, rubbing her arms over and over. Steve sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“Emma, did he do anything else to you?” Steve asked again.
“He…he slapped me sometimes. Said it was my fault he couldn’t perform his husbandly duties.”
“Bastard,” Toby muttered.
Steve squeezed her shoulders. “The problem was all his. Don’t forget how you turn us on—three of us, Emma. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
Toby sat on her other side. “I need to ask you something else about your husband. When you said he hurt you when he tried having sex, do you remember where he was trying to put his penis?”
“What are you thinking?” Jack asked.
“Well, I’m remembering something one of the hijackers said to Emma. Something about how she wasn’t ‘man enough’ to take care of her husband. He didn’t say ‘woman enough,’ but ‘man enough.’”
Steve peered around Emma at Toby. “Now that you mention it, I remember him saying the same thing. I thought I was nervous and heard him wrong. But one of the other men made a rather nasty comment about how he was jealous Francois was trying to do a woman and not him. I thought it rather strange.”
“And there’s the letter,” Jack added.
Emma sat up straight and looked at the men. “What are you guys talking about?”
“Emma, think about how we had sex with you,” Jack said, hiding a grin when she blushed. “Now think about sex with your husband. Was it the same?”
“Of course not. There’s three of you and only one of him.”
Toby sighed. “Emma, did Jean Paul try to put his cock in your vagina like we did or in your…well…”
Jack leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. For a doctor, Toby sure had problems discussing the specifics of sex. “What Toby is trying to ask you is did he try to fuck your ass instead of your pussy?”
“Need you be so crass?” Steve asked.
“Sometimes being direct helps,” Jack answered. “She needs to know exactly what we’re asking.”
“I do remember wondering if he did it right. Of course, you must understand I had no knowledge of right or wrong, but something seemed off. Of course he wanted the room dark. I didn’t particularly care for the man, so I thought it was from that.”
“I don’t think so,” Toby said. “From what I learn in psychology classes a person’s instinct is usually right. If you thought what he was doing wasn’t right, it probably wasn’t.”
“I’m confused,” Emma said, rubbing her fingers over her forehead. “Why would he want to put his penis in my…”
Jack frowned at Steve and Toby then cleared his voice. “Remember the letter I showed you the other day? Remember I said some men like other men instead of women?”
Emma nodded. “Now that you’ve shown me how wonderful sex is between men and women, I can’t understand why men would want men. And why did he make his problem seem like my fault?”
“Being a homosexual isn’t easy. They’re ostracized, ridiculed, and sometimes even beaten up,” Steve said.
“Why would he agree to marry me?”
“Maybe to hide that he’s gay, “Jack said. “Some guys even marry, have children, and hide their gay lives from their wives.”
“The letter also said he wanted your money.” Toby curled a strand of Emma’s hair around a finger. “That does bring up a good question. Not why did he marry you, but why did you marry him?”
Emma tipped her head back and closed her eyes. “You need to understand what life is like with high societ
y parents like mine. Both of them were raised with strict society rules. You obey your parents, attend the proper schools, marry the right person chosen from the right family, and above all else, don’t do anything to mar the family name. You would think things would change by now, but they kept the status quo. I wouldn’t see my parents for months on end. Sometimes I didn’t even realize they moved on to the next foreign city until I had left school for vacation and the nuns told me where to go.”
“What about love and companionship?” Jack asked. His childhood had been normal. Middle kid of five children. His father a welder, mother a housewife. Not rich in money, but rich in love. He couldn’t imagine living away from his family as a child.
Emma shrugged. “If you’re lucky, you get along with the person picked for you, but many times the marriages are loveless, the husband does his thing and the wife hers. They produce the ‘heir and a spare’ and go their merry way. When they deem it time for their offspring to marry, the cycle continues.”
“So your folks picked out Jean Paul for you. Remember, you thought you married Jean Paul. He may or may not have been a homosexual.”
Emma nodded at Steve. “Jean Paul came from an aristocratic French family. His father befriended my father while stationed overseas. I was never told the whole story, but the short of it is my father said he owed them for some reason.
“So when Jean Paul’s father wrote mine, they reached an agreement. My father was more than happy to keep his French aristocratic ties, and Jean Paul’s family was pleased their son would marry into American society,” Emma said, swishing her hands back and forth in the water. “One day I’m graduating from a girl’s college in Switzerland, and the next I’m sent home where I’m informed of my upcoming marriage in three weeks.”
Jack shook his head. What kind of parents did those things to their daughter? He thought that went out with the women’s movement and the burning of the bra. “You mean you’re saying you never met this guy until three weeks before you married him?”
“Uh huh. We met three times, and those visits were kept short. After the wedding, we went on our honeymoon to Australia. He seemed to enjoy touring the country with me, but the nights after we returned to the villa were awful.” Emma shivered. “Now I understand why.”
