Tomboy Island

Alex made his choice, turning his attention back to Tess and her red lips. He was pulsing with a need like never before and she was offering a reward he very well deserved. Warm and willing, she received the ministrations of his tongue, herself either not caring or wholly unaware of their viewers.

“What are you-” Yahui started and stopped. Her words were registered, but ignored in favour of the wanton moans that filled the air.

“Let’s give them some space,” Charlotte suggested. Alex trusted the French tomboy knew better than take the Chinese woman more than a few metres away. For safety, they would have to stay within earshot.

Alex couldn’t lie, that fact only made him more eager to do this - to do her - and to do so properly.

The pale goth wordlessly urged him to thrust into her already. Hips rolled, legs wrapped around his hips, and her cunt grinded against his manhood. She was sticky with oil and lust and so was he.

Alex thrust against her, eager to do as she pleased, but too entranced in the sweet kiss to aim properly. Each time, his cock glided over her labia and clit, the 29 year old goth let him hear sharp cries of delight. “My hero’s cock,” she swooned between wet kisses. “Alex… fuck me… fuck me like…”

Her voice trailed out in lust and coos. What she wanted to say was clear anyhow. “Guide me inside,” he told her.

Their kiss finally broke. For a moment, Tess was too enthralled with his face to obey. She looked gorgeous, her features framed by her dark hair and his tanned arms. The soil in-between raven strands and sun-kissed skin almost formed a halo around her, the grass an odd, silver tinge. 

Biting her lower lip, Tess glanced down. Her hands, pleasantly slick from the oil that by their shared winding now spread evenly all over her, took hold of his manhood. She caressed his length, muttering, “so hot…,” and then angled his cock for penetration.

Pushing into the pale woman was harder now than it had been last night. Whatever the fog had done, it had put her into a trance so deep that deflowering her had been as easeful as it could be. As turned on as Tess was in that moment, she was not as relaxed. The second penetration by a hard and throbbing cock in her life, even if it was the same one, took her by surprise.

“Slow… slow…” she whispered. “Yes… just like that… deeper… fuck, I want it so much deeper but…” Alex placed a finger on her lips. That was enough to make her stop explaining and just relax. “Play with my tits,” she purred. “You’ve been staring for two days, I know you want to.”

“How could I not,” Alex said and curled his back to look at the twin mounds. A primitive part of him wondered if these were the biggest tits among all the girls he had stranded with. Wasn’t there that redhead…?

Thoughts about other women were swallowed up in Tess’ cleavage. The pale goth moved her forearms together, squishing the huge tits together. Pink areolas crowned by hard protrusions glistened as much as the rest of her near colourless skin. The light of the sun peeked through the loose canopy above, just enough light to create like paths of reflections, distorted by the sheer mass of the asymmetrically confined tits.

Alex cupped one of her breasts. The sensation was unlike anything else. Everything in his monkey brain cheered at the combination of smooth, firm skin and the softness below it. All that kept him from concentrating all of his effort on kneading her huge tits was the need to keep balance. One hand was all that he could offer.

One hand and his lips. While digits pressed deep trenches into the groped, pliable meat, he descended on her other tit. She just tasted faintly sweet, the oil adding as little to her skin as it had to her lips. Tess was between giggles and moans while he sucked and massaged, fondled and drew circles around her areola with thumb and tongue.

All the while, her thick thighs were beckoning to thrust deeper. Bit by bit, he was sinking into her twitching folds. He remembered the sensations of her wet cunt well, and yet the refresher was nothing like the memory. This was closer, more intimate, better in some aspects and worse in others. He wished to her hear call him Master again.

“My hero!” she yelled, when he finally connected to her swollen mons.

That was close enough.

Alex buried his head in the depth of her cleavage. Slowly, he pulled out. He grunted like a wild animal. She matched him in the primality of her vocalizations. A drawn-out shout filled this part of the forest when he filled her cunt up again. Her tightness was slowly giving to the hardness of the cock that stretched her.

Only slowly did he accelerate. Memories that he had pushed aside since Charlotte had taken care of him in the morning now were bidden back to the surface. He put his legs out a little broader, rolled her ass up a little further, and then plunged back into her. The tip of his cock met with a sensitive spot all the way in the depths of her tight hole.

Tess came.

“Oh fuck… oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” she exclaimed, spasms rolling through her. The vice grip of her cunt was too much to handle for a few seconds, then the overflowing lubrication and the ebbing ecstasy allowed him to move again.

Alex repeated the motion. Again and again, only stopping when she came a second time in quick succession. Wordless screams echoed off the trees. Her back arched, pressing her huge breasts so intensely into Alex’s face that he could barely see anything besides pale tit flesh. The game repeated not a few seconds later.

They were in a rhythm, a merciless rhythm of him hammering up against her deepest, sensitive spots and her then cumming so hard her folds gripped him like a vice. In the night, he had fucked her regardless. At this moment, he lacked either the skill or the savage mindlessness to do so.

“Mhhmmmmmaaa…–” she slurred the beginning of something, then screamed as the sixth orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt was a sleeve to his cock that he would have needed to peel off. “Fuck just… yes, yes, do more!” Tess suddenly began to babble in a heated tone. “I can never go back to toys! Your cock is too good! You’re too good! Make me your sex slave, Master!”

Just like that, the savage mindlessness kicked in.

Alex pounded her. There was no stopping him now and she did not want him to stop. “Yes! Yes! Yes! YE-e-e-e-eesssss! Break my pussy! Hammer me in your shape! This is only phallus I’ll ever need!”

The screams of submission were too much. His speed increased further. Silver-grey eyes rolled up. Tess had gotten exactly what she wanted: he was fucking her like the day before. She got hammered from one orgasm to the next, until she could only slur, “Mashtahhr,” past her lolling tongue.

There was no warning for her. Why would he warn a sex slave that she was about to get her purpose fulfilled? WIth one last plunge, he pushed as close her womb as biology permitted and came. The final thrust was too much.

As his hot, large load filled her depths, gushing pussy juices adding a final layer of wetness to their union. His lips jumped from her nipples back to her lips. Venerating nonsense was babbled into his mouth, while they kissed throughout the union.

Spurt for spurt, reality returned to them.