Lost Inhibitions

by Jools Louise

  My fingers couldn’t grip them completely, since they were so thick and juicy, so I used both hands and began to stroke them both together. The cum acted as lube and soon enough I heard Jackson’s hoarse groans as he rutted with Dean in my fists, his cock sliding along Dean’s slick and hot length.

  My mouth licked a trail along the crease of Dean’s cute butt, and he parted his legs wider to allow me better access. His nuts hung heavy and I licked along his perineum before sucking them into my mouth and rolling them around on my tongue, humming with pleasure at the salty taste. Dean writhed, bucking a little as he moaned into Jackson’s hot mouth. He writhed some more as my mouth made a return journey up along his ass and began licking and biting and sucking on the juicy globes of his ass.

  “Fuck, yeah!” I dimly heard Marcus’s deep voice, slightly hoarse and full of desire. I glimpsed him in the corner of my eye, then felt strong fingers rubbing my back. Since I had been swimming earlier, all I wore was a bikini and a short wrap. These were easily disposed of and I moaned at the feel of two thick fingers sweeping along the wet crease of my pussy.

  I bit down a little hard on Dean’s butt and he gasped. Licking the wounded area I began pushing my hips against the invading fingers tunnelling inside my wet sheath. I could smell Dean’s arousal, mixed with the citrus and his musky smell, and buried my face in the crack between his cheeks. Biting and licking some more, I found the small rosebud and attacked the guarding muscles with my tongue. My fingers still stroked along Jackson and Dean’s cocks, slick with pre-cum. I gasped as the fingers in my pussy were replaced by the thick head of Marcus’s large dick.

  My clit was dripping, my sheath slick and welcoming as Marcus dove inside, his hands gripping my hips as he skewered his thick length to the hilt. His mouth licked a tingling trail along my bare spine, his fingers brushing my clit as he began to move. Withdrawing almost fully, he grunted as he pierced me again, then began to stroke with long smooth thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful surge of his hips.

  The force of his thrusts pushed my mouth more firmly against Dean’s ass and I groaned again, causing Dean to jerk and then yelp as he came hard, spurting hot cum into my hand and spattering his and Jackson’s belly. Jackson grunted, coming hard as the stimulation sent him over the edge, splashing more cum everywhere. I lowered my head, tasting the delicious cream, then gripped Dean’s hips tightly as Marcus began to power-drive against me, his forceful thrusts hard and fast until I was soon screaming through my first vicious orgasm.

  Dean turned, his cock wet with cum and still semi-hard. Plunging the thick slab between my lips, he held my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he began to fuck my mouth with shallow strokes.

  “I love your mouth on my ass, luscious. Here’s some more cream for breakfast.” I tasted Jackson’s delicious spunk as well as Dean’s and hummed my pleasure as I felt Dean’s cock thicken with renewed vigour.

  “Hot damn, a breakfast orgy!” Caleb had turned up, his wicked smile evident in the exclamation.

  “Oh, yeah, I think it’s time for some extra sausage this morning.” Max chuckled, evidently having joined the party. I couldn’t turn my head since Dean held it firmly, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I did hear the rustle of dropped clothing, then Marcus gave a guttural groan, sinking even deeper into my wet sheath as he was impaled by one of the newcomers.

  Dean came again with a yell, spurting hot cream into my eager mouth and I licked my lips greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. As his dick left my mouth, another, this one at least ten inches and the colour of mocha slid into place.

  I glanced up, meeting Caleb’s caramel-coloured eyes, his white grin flashing across his mouth.

  “Have some dark meat as well, lovely.” He smirked, pushing further inside. I relaxed, letting him sink down, and felt the broad head brush the back of my throat. Sucking hard, I mouthed the spongy head, watching with delight as his grin faded and an intent look of lust darkened his gaze, his head falling back as I deep-throated his thick meat.

  “I think maybe she needs something to fill her ass.” Michael’s deep growl blended with the grunts and moans and gasps currently echoing around the pool area.

  I felt myself lifted, Caleb’s cock slipped from my mouth, and I moaned in protest. Marcus lay on his back, his slick cock jutting up like a missile.

  “There you go, lovely, have some more Marcus sausage.” Michael bit my earlobe as he lowered me onto Marcus’s rigid cock. All three of us groaned as I sank down, fully impaled and gasping at being filled again. Pushing me forward, Michael’s fingers began to play with my rosebud, pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. My lips found Marcus’s hungry mouth and I latched on, rocking back and forth on his fat cock as he ate my mouth like a starving man. A second finger joined the first in my ass and I clenched around it, feeling the burn as he scissored the fingers inside me, stretching my channel.

  Not to be denied, Caleb sank down, straddling Marcus’s face, his heavy cock jutting upward. From the groans immediately coming from Caleb, Marcus was soon hard at work eating out his ass and I latched onto the thick black rod, still slick from my greedy lips. I swirled my tongue around the spongy head, then probed the narrow slit before sliding along it as far as I could. Deep-throating the thick monster dick, I sucked hard as I released it, then inhaled it again, enjoying the guttural groans of pleasure from Caleb, who was now writhing on Marcus’s talented tongue. I could feel a third finger in my ass, stretching me even more before the fat head of Michael’s ten-incher slapped wetly at my tight hole. Marcus filled me to the hilt and I froze, panting around Caleb’s cock as I felt the slow, steady glide of Michael’s massive meat enter my ass. I could feel every slick inch of him pushing in deeper and deeper, feeling like I was being split in two by the two monster dicks.

  Finally Michael was fully seated so deep I thought he’d shoot straight through the top of my head. Filled by three giant cocks, every hole stretched to capacity, I held still, willing my muscles to relax as they adjusted to the invasion of meat.

  Slowly, Michael began to move, shunting back and forth with shallow strokes in my ass. The moves forced Marcus deeper inside my pussy, and I could feel myself literally dripping all over Marcus’s giant cock as Michael built up the rhythm. Slowly, then with more vigour, he began to gain speed. His hands were firmly gripping my hips, holding me in place as with each outstroke he forced me down on Marcus, then as he thrust in hard Marcus’s length slid out. In tandem, the two began to move together, fucking me between them as Caleb fucked my mouth. Louis suddenly appeared at the side, sharing a hot kiss with Caleb before moving around behind the black stud and impaling his hard, muscular cock inside Caleb’s tight hole.

  Caleb grunted as his hole was suddenly skewered, his head rolling back as he shared another steamy kiss with Louis who began pounding into his chute like a jackhammer.

  I heard some moans to the side and noticed out of the corner of my eye Jackson, Dean, and Raphael engaged in some sexy three-way man sex. Jackson lay on his back with Dean impaled on his fat cock and Raphael sliding his equally fat schlong beside Jackson’s as they double-fucked the hot blond like the cocksmiths they were.

  Max, not to be left out, was currently standing behind Michael, who was pummelling my ass, and hearing a yelp and then a groan from Michael, I figured out where Max was spending his time.

  Within a few more seconds, the smell of spunk and the friction of mouths and cocks, ass and pussy, had us all howling out our release. I convulsed with pleasure, clamping down on Michael and Marcus which caused them to shout out as their own orgasm ripped through them. Hot cum poured into my ass and pussy, then a second later Caleb came hard and jetted his tasty juice into my mouth. Louis followed, then Max, and to my right the sounds of Jackson, Dean, and Raphael deep in the throes of release reached my ears.

  “Damn, we need to meet for breakfast more often.” Max gasped, his body draped over Michael’s spent frame like a blanket, his cock still plugg
ing Michael’s tight ass. I felt the drip of cum trickling down my thighs, along my ass crease, and oozing from my swollen pussy. I shared a hot kiss with Michael, Marcus, and Caleb, letting them taste Caleb’s tasty cum and enjoying the feel of their softening cocks inside me. One by one they withdrew, each of them hugging and kissing each other, stroking damp cocks and teasing moist ass holes.

  Marcus still lay under me and pulled me down, still embedded deep in my pussy. His arms went around me, his hands rubbing against my sweaty back. His mouth found mine, kissing me tenderly, and his tongue played with mine.

  “We really do need to do this more often,” he murmured, and I snuggled against him, closing my eyes for a minute as I let his strong arms soothe. “I haven’t said this before, Jess, but I do love you. Since you came, we’ve begun our own healing. You complete us.” I felt tears welling up, proud that this strong warrior felt safe enough to share how he felt.

  I felt a slap on my ass, wincing since Michael’s recent attentions had it a little more tender than usual and it had been a few days since I’d been fucked so thoroughly.

  “Come on, slackers. Time to get to work before the real workers discover our little love nest.” I smirked, flipping Max off as he tried to get us all moving. Jackson and Louis grabbed the minx, hauling him into the pool with a loud splash before following him in and spending the next few minutes dunking each other. Loud shouts followed and I turned my head, still cuddling against Marcus’s hard frame, and laughed aloud as Caleb, Michael, Raphael, and Dean all followed suit, shrieking like banshees as a game of pool tag ensued.

  Marcus got to his feet, lifting me with him in an impressive show of strength before walking with me to my villa, ignoring the water fight. Each step had me bouncing on his hardening cock, our kisses hot and steamy as we walked.

  “We still have an hour before you have to get dressed, luv.” Marcus sank down onto my huge bed, me underneath, his dick balls-deep. I dragged my nails along his broad back, sighing blissfully as his big body began to move. His stamina was amazing, and for the next hour he proceeded to fuck me into the mattress until it was time to get ready for work…a little later than usual.

  Chapter Five:

  Unexpected Visitors

  Raphael, Louis, and I had decided in a moment of tipsy madness that it might be a great idea to check out the northern end of the island. Raphael was a nature lover and was convinced that there was a site which was ideal for nesting turtles. He was fairly desperate to see if he was right, and Jackson had agreed to let us explore.

  Most of our latest group of guests were doing well, with only two needing extra counselling. Harrison, who was still trying to get a handle on his life. The poor man had become obsessive about Marcus since he had suffered a lot of neglect and death of family members as a child. Consequently, his way of coping was to latch onto someone and then try to smother them into staying. Marcus, who had up until now been commitment-phobic, had rejected the possessiveness and left the relationship and Harrison in pieces.

  A second guest named Riley probably was the most sensitive case they had. A former Navy Seal, he was slender and about average height but had wicked skills with anything technological or mechanical. Bright strawberry-blond hair, eyes of an icy pale blue, and being small and wiry, he gave off a geeky air which had allowed him to be targeted by the squids or regular Navy boys from the start of his enlistment.

  His crew had apparently been very supportive of Riley, but during a mission which went horribly wrong, Riley had been taken hostage by a group of brutal pirates and half his crew had been murdered.

  Deciding to use Riley as their sex slave, Riley had not been killed. Six months being tortured, raped, and starved half to death had left Riley shaken to the core, and he trembled at the slightest provocation.

  Riley had no family and the military had discarded him as being unfit for duty…or anything else. Riley had been dumped on the scrap heap at the age of twenty-three. A friend of Jackson’s had been concerned about Riley, having counselled him for several months without being able to really get through to him. I cried when I heard his story, having seen the lost look of despair in the man’s eyes. He was definitely a lost soul, and I wondered how he had managed getting through the intensive training.

  Jackson explained that he had seen Riley’s files, and had hinted that Riley had been the fittest and in the top ten of SEAL candidates through all his BUD/S training. He had been young, yes, but he was tough, smart, and had the mental strength to get through the worst of the training. Whatever had happened during his six months at the hands of the pirates must have been the worst possible, added to the fact there weren’t any other of his crew to get him through it. In training, despite the competition, they were still trained as a group and there was still the safety net of being able to ring out at any time. At the hands of pirates who had zero compassion and zero respect for human life and suffering…those tougher than Riley would have found it intolerable and would probably have ended their lives by now.

  Since Riley had not crumbled yet, albeit he was battling fiercely with his demons, Jackson had hoped he could still reach Riley somehow.

  Riley seemed to somehow bond with Raphael the best. Raphael was a husky bull of a man. He was Latino, with a thick wrestler’s build and hairy chest which he manscaped to avoid looking too shaggy. Raphael was great fun, with a dry sense of humour, and someone who I really enjoyed being around. It felt like he had been trying out the whole group relationship in the first days of my arrival, but I quickly realized he preferred one-on-one to ménage. It didn’t upset me. I just wanted him to be comfortable and happy. If he found someone he could really fall for, I’d be the most ecstatic of the crew.

  Riley, whilst he was timid, was not a complete recluse and was gradually coming out of his shell. Occasionally I would see flashes of a kind of grim determination when something frightened him. He would freeze, snarl a little, and then it looked like he had a self-talk before gradually relaxing and continuing with whatever he was doing. Over the weeks he had been here, all of the crew and I were extremely proud of each little hurdle he overcame. The hurdles probably seemed gigantic to Riley, and just setting foot outside his villa and spending time at the communal guest pool was his greatest achievement yet. I began to realize how he had survived the Seal’s intensive training and the pirates. Quitting was not an option for him.

  Today Raphael awoke me at literally the crack of dawn, dragging me from the warm pile of bodies in my bed. Packing a thermos of coffee and a box of my usual breakfast fare as bait reluctantly got me moving at such a ridiculously stupid hour. In some places, the party animals of the world were only just getting to bed at oh-my-crap-it’s-early-o’clock! Even Louis, who had been part of our plan in the first place had preferred staying in bed, snuggling warmly with Marcus. So it was just the two of us. Raphael, not in the least sympathetic and raring to go, slapped my ass and told me to get moving or he’d drink all the coffee. I was sincerely tempted to tell him what he could do with his blasted coffee!

  Trailing along behind him, I grumbled for the first twenty minutes. Deck shoes, long-sleeved shirt over the ubiquitous bikini, and a pair of loose shorts was the outfit I’d chosen for the trek. My senses were a little dull, and I gave a start of surprise when Raphael suddenly pushed me behind him as we heard rustling on the path behind us.

  “Riley!” I said, startled as the slender redhead shuffled toward us, looking sheepish and more than a little scared. Then I smirked slightly. “Aren’t SEALs supposed to be stealthy?”

  “I heard Raphael talking about the turtles and wanted to come.” Riley ignored my remark, glancing hopefully at Raphael. Raphael’s expression softened and I saw something in his dark eyes which touched me deeply. It looked like Raphael was falling for the little guy.

  At only two inches taller than me, Riley only stood at five foot seven inches in height. All of us in the crew had taken him under our wing, being extremely gentle with him. There was just something abou
t him that tugged at the heartstrings. A spark of indignation sometimes flashed in Riley’s eyes when one of the guys, usually Max, had done all but pat Riley on the head, and I thought Jackson might be right. The little guy may just pull through.

  “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you, Raph, since I could really do with that coffee right about now.” I wheedled the last, getting a snort from Raphael and a half smile from Riley.

  “Onwards and upwards then, fellas!”

  Raphael snorted again, taking the lead along the narrow path with Riley following in the middle and me dragging along in the rear. I was seriously considering turning back and joining Marcus and Louis in bed.

  The island was approximately five miles long, shaped like a crescent moon with white sand beaches adorning its coastline. Thick stands of coconut palms, verdant tropical shrubs, and vibrant blooms were spread out all through the island. Of volcanic origin, the spine of the island was quite steep, but navigable with narrow trails cutting through the vegetation. Mangrove trees had taken root to the east, being a Mecca for all sorts of sea life hiding within the twisted roots. An abundance of tropical fruit trees abounded, since the heavy rainfall which fell over the steep mountainous centre kept the vegetation lush and green and fertile.