South Seas Seduction

by Anita Kidesu

  ***

  Emma stepped from the plane, her eyes wide, taking in the scene. To a lit torch, the men captured that night, even wearing their original, but ragged, shorts.

  They waited for her at the bottom of the stairs, Jack and Toby on either side, Steve in front. Like a queen approaching her subjects, she took each step as if she wore a full-length, skintight ball gown, and five-inch heels, not a pair of shorts, cropped top, and bare feet. Toby and Jack took her hands and kissed the backs, and then placed them in Steve’s. He pulled her into his embrace, tipped her over his arm, kissed her soundly, and set her back on her feet.

  “Wow!” She looked at each man. “That didn’t happen the first night.”

  “We thought we’d change things a little,” Jack said. He led her to the fire then sat in his chair. “Assume the position,” he joked, drawing her into his lap.

  Toby held her arm. “Wait. Let’s try something different.” He pulled Emma to her feet. “Is that all right with you guys?” At their nods, he continued, “I thought we’d each take a turn—”

  “But I thought we already agreed on what we’d do,” Steve interrupted.

  “Oh, we’ll all end up with her, but I thought we’d put on a little show for each other.” He took Emma’s hands in his. “We won’t do anything to hurt you, Emma.”

  “I know that. And you know I’m up for anything you guys want.” Her nipples pebbled, and her pussy quivered. This would probably be one of their last nights together, and she fully intended to take advantage of it.

  He kissed her. Toby looked at his friends. “So here’s what I thought. We’ll each take turns with Emma, priming her, getting her ready for the finale. When one of us is with Emma, the other two can sit and watch, but no cock penetration until we’re through. Like the first night, we’ll see how many times we can make her come.”

  Jack licked his lips and smiled. “So, Emma, we can do anything we want as long as we don’t hurt you?”

  “Will I need my safeword?”

  “Not a bad idea, Emma-girl.” Jack glanced from Emma to Toby. “So, who starts?”

  “Want to pick pebbles again?” Steve asked, laughing.

  “Since I went last initially, I think I should go first. And this was my idea,” Toby said, pulling Emma to his side.

  “Fine with me.” Steve sat in the chair next to Jack and slouched in the seat, stretching out his legs. “Ready to give us a show?”

  Toby looked at Emma, who tipped her head.

  “Emma, stand in front of me, facing Jack and Steve. Close your eyes and enjoy. I know I will.”

  Emma had no idea what the men had in mind, but she knew without a doubt it meant many orgasms for her. They always made sure she was satisfied before seeing to their own needs. Her skin vibrated in anticipation, but she jumped when Toby settled his hands on her shoulders, then under her elbows.

  “Put your hands around my neck like you did the first night with Jack.”

  She raised her arms and linked her fingers behind Toby’s neck. Slowly, way too slowly for her aching body, he ran his hands over her breasts, her sides, and her quivering, bare stomach to the apex between her legs. His hard cock pressed against her ass.

  “Keep your legs together, Emma. Don’t move.” Toby placed his legs on either side of her, pressing them so she was trapped.

  “I can’t.” She moaned when he pressed the palm of his hand against her mound.

  “You can, and you will, Emma.”

  His hands started their slow, torturous journey back up her body. She wanted to sway against his erection, sway to make his hands touch where she wanted. Her pussy, her tits, her clit.

  Toby untied her top and let it slip to her breasts. Again his hands made an unhurried tour of her body, pushing the fabric down to her waist. When he squeezed her breasts and tweaked both nipples between his fingers, she arched her back and tried to pull his mouth to hers.

  “I said no moving, Emma,” he growled into her ear.

  He pinched her nipples harder, rolling them to hard pebbles. Her pussy wept, wanting his fingers, his tongue, and his cock to relieve the ache between her legs. His hands skimmed down her stomach. Her breath caught when he slid one hand into her shorts, while unbuttoning them with the other. Slowly, as if he were deliberately setting out to torture her, he eased her shorts and top down until they dropped to her feet.

  She didn’t believe she’d ever get over the erotic feeling of warm air flowing over her body. How was she ever going to handle living in a building again and having to wear clothes every day?

  Emma sucked in a shaky breath when his fingers played with her pussy hair and then dipped to her clit. She pushed her thighs out his to give him better access to the aching nub.

  “Keep your legs together,” his deep voice murmured into her ear as her pulled apart her upper lips, exposing her clit to the air.

  He pinched the nub, and before he did anything else, her body convulsed into her first, but surely not the last orgasm of the night. As she came down, her brain slowly took in the sounds around her. She forced her heavy-lidded eyes open.

  “Fuck, she’s so fucking hot,” Steve said, his hand at his crotch, the tip of his cock peeking from the top of his shorts.

  Jack leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes trained on her mound. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

  “Remember your desire for six orgasms? Once more with me, Emma,” Toby said, removing his legs from hers. He pulled his shorts down and kicked them off to the side. “Spread your legs.”

  She was happy to oblige. His cock twitched against her ass. Her juices ran down her legs.

  “Keep your hands locked around my neck,” he added when she let them slip apart. “I’m going to place my cock between your legs. Then I want to squeeze your legs together, tight.”

  Before tightening her legs, Toby spread her pussy apart. His hot, hard cock slipped between her wet lips. Her knees went weak. Toby held her under her breasts. He pulled his cock back until just the tip touched her opening. As he surged forward, he pressed the tip of his cock against her clit while pinching her nipple.

  “You’d better come soon, Emma,” he growled into her ear after repeating his pumping several times. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

  Emma’s eyes rolled back into her head. “Pinch my nipples. Hard,” she cried between breaths. Toby cupped her breasts and grasped them between his fingers. As she crested to another orgasm, she rose on her toes, attempting to impale his cock with her quivering pussy.

  “No, babe. I said no fucking until we’ve all had our turn.” He unclasped her fingers and held her by the waist to help her remain on her wobbly legs. “Number two,” he whispered in her ear. “Steve, you next?”

  Steve stood and took her in his arms. The warmth of his hairy chest against her breasts made her nipples tingle and her legs wobble.

  “I can’t stand anymore. I need to lie down.”

  Steve eased her to the parachute. “That’s fine. I want to play with your tits and suck on them, anyway.”

  He surprised her when he straddled her stomach. With his knees on the ground, he hooked her feet around his, spreading her for Toby and Jack’s view. He looked over his shoulder at his friends. “You may want to move to watch me work over her tits.”

  He cupped the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, giving her cleavage she never knew possible. Simultaneously he tweaked both her nipples until they hardened, then leaned over and licked first one, then the other.

  Emma bucked her hips against his ass.

  “So sensitive,” he said, increasing the pressure with his fingers. “You want more?”

  She nodded.

  “Let me know if it gets too painful.”

  Emma couldn’t keep her eyes off his tongue licking back and forth between each nipple. Her pussy fluttered in time with each lap of his tongue, but what she wanted and needed was someone to shove a cock in her and ease the pain in her pussy.

&nb
sp; When she thought the pain was getting too much, he released one nipple and replaced it with his mouth, drawing the bud between his teeth and giving it a nip.

  Sparks shot from her nipple to her pussy as she rose to greet another orgasm. Body flushed and perspiring she whispered, “Number three,” as he bit down.

  “Shit, man,” he said before giving equal attention to the other nipple. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. I don’t know why I waited.”

  “I don’t either,” Emma said, slowing her breath. She hissed between her teeth as he clamped his mouth on her other breast.

  He reached his free hand behind his back and took her clit between his fingers, rolling, and then tugging on it. But still nothing in her pussy. Couldn’t they see how it was clenching? Opening and closing? Begging for someone to join her there?

  Her empty pussy clenched. She bucked against Steve’s ass as her body exploded as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. In the deep recesses of her mind, she heard someone say, “There’s number four.”

  She whimpered at the loss of Steve’s weight as Jack came to her side. She forced her eyes open and through the slits watched Jack lay beside her, giving her one of his dimpled grins.

  “My turn. Do you think you can kneel?”

  Kneel? What the hell was that? Then she remembered when Jack lay on his back and pulled her over his body.

  “I want to eat you. Place your knees on either side of my face. Toby, get me some pillows.”

  With pillows raising his head to pussy level, Emma looked down and watched as he spread her lips and ran his tongue up and over her clit. With each pass, he teased her by nearly pressing his tongue into her core. With each pass, he sucked her clit into his mouth. With each pass, her frenzied need grew.

  He ran a hand over the curve of her ass and pressed a finger against her puckered hole. To her dismay, he didn’t penetrate just put pressure on the sensitive spot.

  After all the times the men had given her multiple orgasms, it shouldn’t have surprised her when her heart gathered speed and her breathing became erratic. She barely wondered if her system could handle another one when a sudden flash of heat took her over the top.

  Her legs trembled as she tried to slow her breathing. She leaned over and placed her hands on the ground above Jack’s head. “Enough. I don’t think I can take anymore.” She sighed, groaning. “I need someone in me. Now.” She looked up at Toby and Steve’s grinning faces and blatant arousal, Steve’s cock already covered with a condom.

  “Fine with us,” Steve said, retreating to the end of Jack’s feet.

  Jack removed his fingers and his mouth and with his hands at her waist, pushed her down his body and onto his cock, sucking on her nipples as they passed his lips.

  Emma sighed as he filled her body and pulled her cheeks open. Steve pressed into her ass as Toby entered her mouth. Her contentment at being fully penetrated was quickly replaced by a pressure deep inside that built until she exploded.

  ****

  Later, wrapped in Toby and Jack’s arms with Steve at her feet, Emma’s body quivered with aftershocks. If they had done the things to her that first night that they did a short time ago, she would have run screaming into the ocean until the sharks came to get her.

  She had come a long way both physically and emotionally in the months on the island with the men. She tried not to think about what the next day would bring and how, in a short time, they would go their separate ways. How was she going to survive without them?

  “You guys awake?” Toby interrupted thoughts that were bringing her close to tears.

  “Mmmhmm,” they answered.

  “You realize when we get back we’ll all go our separate ways, don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Jack replied murmured, his voice hitching.

  Emma wiped a stray tear running down her cheek. “I can’t believe our time is up.”

  “What’s your point?” Steve asked.

  “What if we agree to come back to the island each year for one week?” Toby suggested.

  “Come back?” Steve asked, sitting up to stare at his friend.

  “Yeah. How about we pick a week, like the first week of November when it’s summer here and hurricane season is over. No matter what is going on in our lives, we meet right here. One week. The four of us.”

  “I love the idea,” Emma said after a few seconds. With not seeing them for year, a week wouldn’t be nearly enough, but it was better than nothing.

  “How will we know how to get here?” Steve asked.

  “Once we get back,” Jack said, “I can get the coordinates from the captain of the boat. Hopefully you can have someone fly you in. I’ll try to find another place to land other than at the village.”

  “How will we get in touch with each other?” Emma said. “I mean in a year, someone might move or get married or something.”

  “We can exchange e-mail addresses,” Steve suggested. “If I move, I’ll contact everyone to tell you how to reach me. If any of you move, you have to get in touch with me.”

  Now that she knew she would see them again, Emma beamed at each man. “Seeing as how a year can be a long, long time, we had better store up enough memories to last until we’re together again.” With that she took each of Jack and Toby’s hands and placed them on her breasts. She wriggled her hips, inviting Steve to roll over and get to work. They didn’t sleep until the wee hours of the morning.

  Emma already missed their loving touches.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Present Day…

  A parrot squawked, jerking Emma from a deep sleep. Before opening her eyes, she listened to the bird flit from branch to branch of the palm tree she sat under. Ocean waves lapped at the shore. A warm breeze blew her hair from her face.

  Emma opened her eyes and smiled down at two of the men who meant so much to her. Men she missed with every fiber of her being when they were apart. Men who were generous and caring. Most of all, she missed the warmth of their bodies and the sex.

  After going back to the village four years ago, they managed to sneak on the boat while the crew partied with the villagers, verifying the fact that the many of the children were the result of the crew’s visits.

  The captain, who didn’t care to partake in the native women, was on board and agreed to take them to Fiji. From there they caught a plane to Melbourne, where they bought new clothes with money from Jack’s account. All the while, the men never left her side, even when they returned to the States, and she went to confront Francois at her grandmother’s house in Washington, D.C.

  When Emma threatened to expose him, he left the house with the clothes on his back and enough money to leave the country. The fact that three hulking men helped his departure was a bonus for Emma.

  Tears ran down her cheeks when she thought of her parents. Standing up to Francois had been easier than her parents. As soon as she walked into the house, she became that girl who obeyed at all costs. Even when she explained about Francois and Jean Paul’s death, they wouldn’t allow her to divorce. Nothing could mar the family name. So for nearly four years, she had lived with the fact that she was still married. The story they passed around was that he had important work in France. She was even sent overseas occasionally to pretend she was visiting him.

  Her one stand against her parents was keeping her grandmother’s house—a battle she lost. Though the house was willed to her, her father made her sell it. Before it went on the market, she searched through the house to find anything of value to sell without being obvious. Later, when asked about her grandmother’s jewelry, which she hocked the previous week, she had blamed the disappearance on Francois. She hated lying to her parents…Hell, she loved lying to her parents.

  She found a considerable amount of money her grandmother had hidden in her last years when her mind started going. After finding cash in curtain hems, soles of shoes, the freezer, couch cushions, and various other places, she hoped she had found it all. Between the jewelry, cash, paintings, a
nd antiques in the attic worth a small fortune, Emma had accumulated enough money and invested in a small company making parts for jets. Now she was worth millions. But money didn’t buy happiness.

  A year after returning to the States, she finally gathered enough courage to defy her parents and get her own apartment. A part time job at a museum and volunteer work at a clinic for unwed mothers filled her lonely hours, all of which appalled her mother.

  News came nine months ago of Francois’ death in a boating accident on the French Riviera, meaning another year out of her life for pretend mourning. The only thing keeping her sanity in check was her annual island trip. She lived for those vacations. Once she almost made the trip by herself to visit Toby and the village, but didn’t want to betray Jack and Steve.

  So here she was, back on the island, two of her lovers lying in her lap, waiting for the third, each year making it harder and harder to leave. They had their lives and she was not about to intrude by begging, no pleading, with them not to leave her again.

  ****

  Jack opened his eyes. Emma pushed his hair from his forehead. “Did you bring the outfit?”

  She smiled down at him. “Uh huh. It is getting a little worse for wear, so I had it remade. You should have seen the dressmaker’s face when I asked her to remake both the top and shorts. I paid double to keep her mouth shut.”

  Steve chuckled and reached up to play with her hair. “I dream about the outfit. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

  “I dream about a lot of things I shouldn’t,” she replied, looking out into the surrounding jungle.

  “Toby here yet?” Jack asked, leaning up on an elbow, following her view.

  “Not yet, but it shouldn’t be long now.”

  “Emma, I need to talk to you,” Steve said, sitting up, leaning back on his hands, stretching out his long legs.

  “Shh, Steve. Not yet.” A tall frame stepped from the surrounding jungle.

  Emma jumped up and smiled. “Toby’s here.” As he came closer, Emma ran to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  The little green monster reared its ugly head in Jack’s heart and stomach. The way she greeted Toby wasn’t any more or less affectionate than she’d greeted Steve or himself. He didn’t think he was going to be able to take a week watching the two other men make love to Emma. For his heart’s sake, maybe he should split early and come back for Steve at the end of the week. After watching Steve and Toby give each other hearty hugs and slaps on the back, he shook Toby’s hand. They’d seen each other last month when Jack had delivered supplies to the village.