I was on my way to an exclusive deserted tropical island, a 24-hour holiday stay I had won in a raffle some months previously. It was about an hour’s trip from the larger main island where I had been staying.
The sun had just risen. I waved the water taxi goodbye while walking up the beach towards a small shack. Thick tropical jungle extended towards the heart of the island.
Once inside, I opened the fridge looking for breakfast. I found a bowl containing tropical fruit pre-cut into slices, perfect.
Outside, waves were breaking onto the surrounding protective reef. I was feeling exhilarated to be alone. I pulled the string on my bikini bottoms and watched it fall to the floor. Next, I pulled my t-shirt and bikini top off, having to give a stronger pull halfway, enabling my ample breasts to bounce free.
Cool air played over my body, ‘goose bumps’ erupting on the surface of my skin. With newfound freedom, I felt I could leave all my inhibitions behind.
I sat on a towel on the sand and started eating the cold tropical fruit. Rivulets of juice ran down my chin, then onto my white, firm breasts. The cold was a shock at first, and I noticed my nipples had become slightly erect. I slurped the last cold juice from the bowl, some spilling out the sides.
My breasts were covered in fruit juice. As I watched, I saw a drop form on the end of one fat nipple, tickling as it fell off. Laughing, I touched the nipple, causing it to harden further, and put the finger in my mouth, tasting the sweetness. Cupping both my sticky, sweet breasts, I squeezed, and then again with an upward rolling motion. A wave of tantalizing pleasure engulfed me. I felt a wetness creep between my thighs.
Kitty was pleased!
I lay back in contentment, idly looking at the white fluffy clouds floating by. I used my fingers to trace circles on my areola around both my nipples. I watched as the juice crept closer to my nipples with the applied pressure, only to roll outwards again as my finger continued circling my increasingly protruding nipples.
An “Arh” left my lips, and I smiled.
One juicy finger escaped, travelling down my tummy towards my shaved mound. I had no intention of doing anything wicked, I insisted to myself. I felt the finger start to caress my mound ever so slowly, ever so softly.
My desire increased as the wanton finger headed further South towards my slit. This was not my intention, surely!
With a slightly firmer push, I felt my swollen labia part. Thick warm liquid welled up as I stroked slowly up and down. Anticipation sizzled throughout my body.
I emerged from my languorous state with a gasp. The tension within me seemed unstoppable, continuing to build as I stroked.
“Yes, Oh Yes!” I softly murmured.
I desperately wanted to be free from this overwhelming tightness engulfing me. Having commenced climbing the pinnacle, I could not wait to race over the top to claim the prize that awaited.
I quickened my strokes, emitting a soft, low moan. My squeezing of my juice-covered breasts was more intense now, harder, my nipples standing high and proud. My areolas appeared shrunken as if they were being drawn up into each ripening nipple. I pulled one breast up then the other, as I sucked each plump tit in turn, my moans reverberating through my pleasure domes. My tongue continued greedily to flick and suck.
Waves of pleasure radiated out and joined those from my pussy causing me to shout,
“Fuck yes, oh God. Yeees.”
My finger explored the outer wetness of my pussy before temptation finally overcame me, pushing me to drive in with two fingers. I had a heightened sense of freedom and wanton abandonment, knowing I was alone here on the island.
I moaned loudly, as loudly as I could; no one could hear me now. I wiggled my body on the towel, groaning continuously, searching, seeking, needing to climax urgently. My pleasure domes, abandoned.
I raised my bum off the towel, gyrating as I shoved my fingers in and out, quicker and quicker. My body riding up to meet each thrust like a wave splashing on a shore. The rhythm of my fingers sending waves of pleasure, each stronger than the last, building up, layer upon layer.
The sea gurgled in the background. Birds squawked, circling.
I was so close now.
In and out. In and out. Honey wetness covered my hand.
In. Out.
I was past desperate. Faster, a little firmer, now more pressure here and then harder still. I moaned long and deep. My whole body was trembling.
I wanted it so badly.
I felt my vagina tighten. My breasts suddenly became firmer. I had stopped thinking, hearing, and was lost in a cloud of heat and strobing light.
“OMG YES NOW! FUUUUUCK,” I screamed.
My pure nectar splashed everywhere as I came. I continued screaming my ecstatic pleasure to the clouds and the universe. My hips bucked once, twice.
My hand clasped my entire pussy now as I lowered my wet bum back onto the towel. I rolled over, curling up like a foetus clutching my pussy, still quivering.
It felt so good. I had been able to scream without fear of anyone overhearing me.
I felt FANTASTIC!
I lay there with my hand still on my mound as all my nerve endings slowly stopped firing. A huge smile spread across my face. The afterglow was incredible, absolute serenity, as I lay perfectly still. Eyes closed.
I felt at peace with the world, totally nude, just as nature intended.
Eventually, I stood up and looked down at my towel, smiling. There was a huge wet spot where my juices had exploded out of me, and a series of smaller ones going up the towel where the fruit juice had dripped, forming the shape of my body.
I grabbed a spare towel and headed to the sea to wash. After towelling off, I applied sunscreen lotion.
The island was small, and I had been told it took only two hours to circumnavigate. As I walked, I noticed a hazy shape in the distance had begun to grow.
I stopped. Was it coming towards me? Could it be some animal? The heat haze around it receded the closer it got. I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.
It was a man!
That could not be! They promised me it was deserted.
The figure waved at me.
Shit, closer still now I saw he was naked!
I realised, too, that he could now see me, and I was also naked!
FUCK, FUCK and more Fuck.
‘Too late now, Baby’ ran through my mind. He’s seen it all! Indeed ALL.
I saw that he was smiling as he got closer. He looked muscular and fit but not overdone. He was tall with black hair, suntanned, broad shoulders, and a skinny waist.
I tried to avoid thinking about his physique, but the thought came anyway. God, you're gorgeous!
Angry at him, or was it at myself? Anyway, I let him have it.
“What the hell are you doing here? It’s supposed to be a deserted island,” I yelled.
I felt so betrayed that he was wholly responsible for spoiling my getaway.
We quickly established, however, that he too was here for the same reason. The greedy operators had double-booked, putting him in a similar hut on the other side of the island.
“You're nude,” I blurted, suddenly feeling my face redden.
He grinned and said, “I take my clothes off whenever I can outdoors, and you're not supposed to be here.”
He said his name was Mason, and I was welcome to walk with him back the way he had come. It was in the direction I was travelling, so I reluctantly agreed.
“My name is Peta,” I replied slowly, recovering some of my composure.
We talked for ages about our jobs and friends as we slowly wandered. I felt an immediate connection with him. We started holding hands. I felt so safe and relaxed in his company. Was I getting carried away with my feeling of liberation and lack of inhibitions?
I wondered?
Unsettled by my self-doubts, I took it out on Mason, but on a more friendly level. I stepped back and kicked a huge spray of water over him. Suddenly, an all-out war was on as we battled to force the other to retreat.
After a particularly nasty spurt to my face, he took the sneaky opportunity to circle me. I continued kicking splashes at his last known position when I felt strong arms encircle my waist and lift me out of the water.
He had me!
Surrendering, I turned around as he put me down, and I kissed him.
Just like that! I was as surprised as he was.
I did not stop, and neither did he.
The kissing grew in passion. Our tongues probing, both the taste and feel of each other's mouths. I purred contentedly as he gave my slippery breasts a massage, playing with my now fully erect tits. As Mason pulled them outwards, it sent a quiver up and down my spine.
Oh God, I thought. Fuck me.
Please just fuck me!
His cock was now hot and stiff against me. I felt my body burning as I rubbed my crotch against him. I opened my legs and stood on tippy toes so he could poke his fattened cock through, my arms locked around his neck. I felt his shaft sliding back and forth slowly, slick with my emissions and his precum, as we continued kissing. We moaned excitedly, loudly into each other's mouths.
He was pulling my firm, small buttocks towards him, increasing our mutual pleasure. His body rubbing my mound as he thrust through along my slit, splitting my lower bum cheeks apart with his rod. The feeling of his fat knob as it rubbed my vagina had my love juices spilling out of me and around his hard shaft. I was fighting for breath. All I could think of was extending this exquisite sensation.
Suddenly, he grabbed both of my bum cheeks, squeezed tightly, and lifted me. My legs encircled him automatically, my arms around his neck, as I started to make humping movements to satisfy my needy Kitty.
My body was on fire. We were both groaning loudly, our breaths coming in a series of pants as we drew in much-needed air. I craved his cock to be buried deep within me. I wanted to feel that knob pulsate and rub my vagina walls then hit my cervix. I wanted total control of his cock!
We were struggling to hold each other's slippery, sunscreen-covered bodies. I managed to get him to put me down and for him to lie quickly on his back in the ankle-deep water. His cock was bigger than I thought, jutting vertically, precum oozing out of the tip. I wasted no time as I positioned my body over his manhood, my body electrified.
I lowered and felt his knob at my entrance slightly parting my puffy lips. Controlling my descent, I felt his ridged cock twitching as my pussy further engulfed his quivering organ. I continued descending until he was fully embedded within me, filling my inner sanctum. My vagina convulsed as the feeling of him inside rocketed home.
We held hands to help my balance as I rode his cock, slowly at first and then increasing the tempo. We were both moaning with every downward stroke. His head thrust forward with focused passion, or was he doing it to stop himself from drowning? There was seawater splashing up and out everywhere.
I was grinding onto him, varying the angle, depth, and speed of my pounding. I had started off looking at his face, but now, my head thrown back, I gazed up into the sky. My focus had shrunk to just the existence of his cock in my pussy, the heat and tension building, my brain floating in near orgasmic space. I moaned obscenities loudly, continuously.
My time was near.
He sat partially up, and I grabbed his head, pressing it against my breasts, at the same time, screaming out across the water. He nearly came out, but I was beyond caring as I shook violently as orgasm after orgasm shook my body. At some point, I had stopped breathing, unable even to scream. I now gasped desperately for air.
I could feel his knob still in my slippery wet entrance. Just!
I was about to plunge back down onto his hard shaft, my vagina super sensitive and fully dilated when I felt an enormous surge upwards. His thick shaft skyrocketed into my pussy like a missile!
I felt myself going up instead of down. My engorged pussy took the brunt of the thrust and started contracting, trying to grasp and hold his throbbing cock. I groaned as all my pleasure receptors immediately reacted, set off like a string of firecrackers.
Oh my god!
I think I heard Mason bellow, “Peta…Peta…Oh Fuck…I can’t hold on…Fuccccck.”
“Fuuuuck,” I screamed.
Three more convulsive jerks from his rigid cock had me climaxing again. I felt his knob spurt hot sticky strings of cum into me. His balls tightened against my bum each time, then quivered as they drove each load of hot white cum against my vagina walls.
“Fuck Yes,” I screamed with each thick emission.
Mason continued to thrust upward with smaller and slower strokes now, each sending a shiver of pleasure through me.
Settling on him, I kissed him slowly with contentment, our lust now spent. Strands of our mutual cum floated around us, slowly swimming away to some unknown destination.
Eventually, “Come on, lover boy, enough. Let’s walk,” I said.
We had not been walking long before we came across a small, shallow creek, fed by a spring.
“Let’s follow it,” Mason said enthusiastically.
As we left the beach and entered the jungle, the water spread wider but remained only ankle deep.
Mason was leading, and I had a great view of his tight bum and large swinging balls. I was enjoying the view far too much. I imagined his balls in my mouth and sucking them. As we moved forward, my mouth filled with saliva, further imagining them swelling and moving on their own accord in my mouth.
Sliding a finger down to my clit as I walked, I could feel it protruding, as I touched it an electric pulse travelled up my core. My pussy I also discovered was slowly ejecting our previous passion. I rubbed my nose, contemplating this, temporarily forgetting where it had been, and smelled our combined scents. I wanted to put my fingers in my mouth, but I didn’t. To taste us. I shivered, realising it would not take much to arouse me again.
I did not want Mason to see me oozing cum down my legs. So, I tried walking with my legs held tightly together.
Concentrating hard, I almost ran into him as he stopped at a moss-covered fallen tree. It lay across the stream at chest height, blocking our path.
I stood beside Mason as we pondered the problem. I turned and looked up at him as he leaned forward and kissed me. I breathed in his musky man-scent. His tongue flicked my tongue again and again. I was losing control of myself, my body demanding more. Nipples were hot and tingling.
Showing great restraint that surprised even me, I pulled away sucking in air and said, “Maybe a bit later my love.”
Mason seemed to accept these words that hinted at things perhaps to come.
Just as I began to move, a thick plug of juices escaped, running down an inner leg. I wondered if he could smell my sticky emissions. That would make him very dangerous indeed.
In a nice sort of way!
We marched on around the tree. This time with me in front. I was taking charge!
Had I made the right choice? I realised now, he had the view of my swaying bum. I could feel the burden within my vagina as it continued to expel his cum with every step I took and the occasional ‘pop’ as air and cum was expelled. It ran down my legs in long sticky rivulets. My knight refrained from commenting. Good boy.
After ten minutes, the stream with its arching overhead jungle opened into a moss-covered glade. In the middle was a pond fed by a spring that flowed over to create the stream. We both kneeled and, using our cupped hands, greedily lapped the crystal-clear water up.
There was a large platform covered in thick green moss beside the pond. We sat down together with our backs to a smooth rocky outcrop. Talking, with our eyes locked, we moved towards each other until we kissed. Swooning, I felt my hand slip from his chest and into his lap. I felt some movement and then his cock twitched and flopped over onto my hand.
Ready, again so soon?
Aroused from our last kiss, I took Mason's flaccid penis in one hand rubbing up and down his shaft. As we continued to kiss, I felt it harden, becoming solid again with a giant swollen mushroom knob at its pinnacle. I could feel distinctly the large overhang of its rim. I shuddered at the thought of it pulsating inside me again.
He looked at me and moaned. I needed no further prompting as I slid down his body, running the tip of my tongue down his chest and groin, then encapsulating his knob in my eager mouth. In doing so, I had rotated my body, so I was now lying with my bum facing up at his shoulders. I could feel my secretions, thick and tangy, oozing from my body.
I sucked and took long sensual licks up and down his shaft. My tongue traced his ridges up and down. I moaned as a fiery heat in my belly spread. I teased his knob with the tip of my tongue. Occasionally running it around the rim of his straining umbrella like knob. I watched as precum oozed from his slit. Moaning with pleasure I used my tongue tip to spread it slowly over his knob. His cock glistened in the dappled light.
I sucked his knob to my lips then gobbled him in, using my tongue to chase his precum to its source. I gently poked the tip into the top of his man slit and wiggled it. He groaned as his body went rigid. I knew he was close, so close, but I was not going to let him cum just yet!
I rotated my bum in a circular motion, both as encouragement to him and to be honest, the secret pleasure it gave me. Mason started to rub my bum, running his fingers up and down my back, then down my sweaty bum crack. My body tingled, edging closer to a climax as he rang a finger around my anus, pushing, probing.
Oh fuck, I was so close to coming. I wanted to cum right then as his fingers got closer and closer to my pussy each time. I desperately wanted him to go further. My body was craving it. I needed release, my body trembling with anticipation.
I started wiggling my bum, so his fingers touched my pussy, anything to get them inside of me. In a frenzy I squeezed his shaft, sucking each of his cum filled hard balls into my mouth, my tongue twirling around them, hard in my mouth and ripe with sperm.
His fingers were now going in and out of my gapping pussy hole. Intense pleasure was coursing throughout my body. We were both groaning continuously now. Lost in lust.
All I could manage now was to suck his knob as he gave little jerking spasms on the spot, then his bum clenched as he thrust his groin upwards and his cock further down my throat.
I heard him shout, “Peta…Now…Fuck I’m cuming Fucuuuuuk.”
I felt his molten, creamy cum spurt onto the roof of my mouth, my bum clenching as my climax approached. My pussy spasming around his fingers. I opened my mouth to scream as suddenly, orgasm after orgasm coursed through me. His cum ran out of my wide-open mouth and dribble down his slick shaft. I could emit no sound, my body frozen in my moment of ecstasy.
Recovering, my hand automatically began rubbing his still hard shaft up and down, spreading his huge load of cum. We both gave little pelvic jerks as the aftershocks slowly subsided.
We lay for a long time, basking in post coital bliss, his fingers still nestled within me, as I tenderly licked his weeping knob, letting the cum rest in my mouth, feeling it sliding under my tongue, letting the taste linger, before reluctantly being swallowed.
I glowed with contentment.
What a getaway!
