Chapter 15
Joyce's hips kept swaying as Don ever so bruisingly continued to implant his hard, erect cock deep inside of her twisting vagina.
He kept on measuring his strokes carefully, ramming deep into her moist hole, gripping at her ever-tightening cuntal muscles as he pushed himself that much closer to a shattering climax.
As she kept on receiving his hard, well-timed strokes, Joyce recognized just how close she was to the gushing moment of orgasm. Her busy hips kept on swaying, and as they did, she told herself that she was no more than the victim of some compelling force. But no, she thought as time continued to elapse, this was an absurd view to take. It did not coincide with reality. She was somehow enjoying the rough treatment she was receiving, and all the while, as he kept hammering with his hard, rifle-like cock, Don kept pushing that much nearer.
A few stirring strokes later, she could no longer hold back. As the juices started to gush from her aching cunt, her twisting hips wiggled methodically back and forth.
"You're juicing," Don sighed excitedly. "I like that. You're off. Hold tight, little cunt, because I'm gonna be off, too. Off inside of your snatch."
He kept on slashing hard with his stiff, all-pervasive cock. The longer that the blazing screw continued, the more incessant his pace became as the juices were all set to gush from the end of his swelling, monstrous, blood-encased member.
Don's itching balls twitched several times, following which the gushing droplets of his peter juice started to splash volcanically from the end of his stiff, aroused cock.
"This is what I was waiting for," he gulped.
As the tempestuous juices shot from the end of his torrid joy stick, he reached down and grabbed hold of her firm, warm buttocks. It made him feel extra good to know that he was holding onto her hot behind as the final few drops of steaming liquid splashed from the end of his hard, assertive organ.
She felt as if she were in a state of collapse as she lay there gasping on the towel. Her lover Don puffed like a locomotive for a few moments, after which he finally caught his breath.
Joyce looked up at him through tired eyes as Don ever so slowly eased his long, lean frame upward from the towel.
"You're learning all the time," he winked. "That's what you need in order to grow. You've got to keep learning."
As Don began to slip his khaki trousers back on, Harold moved over toward Joyce.
"You can get up now and go back with us into the house," he said. "We'll fix you a nice steak for lunch. After all, you've lost a lot of protein."
For the moment all that Joyce wanted to do was close her eyes and go to sleep. Maybe if she'd do so she could forget for a little while about where she was. This was an ordeal like none other that she'd ever encountered in her entire life, and she couldn't help but keep wondering just what was going to ultimately happen to her as long as she remained in the hands of these sex-starved, incessantly hungry beasts.
They gave her about an hour to shower and rest before Orlando wheeled the tray in. It contained a huge, medium-rare steak which was served with a baked potato. To drink she had a huge glass of iced tea.
After lunch she felt tired again. She hadn't realized at the time just how much of an ordeal she had been going through with these bruising men and the liberties that they had taken with her body. Now that it was all over she recognized just how sore her body was, and with every aching pain she felt a greater measure of desire to just lie down and take a lengthy nap.
They left her alone for the rest of the day. That evening she curled up in her bed and read one of the psychology books that had been taken from Harold's library and given to her for entertainment purposes. As she listened to the sounds of the swirling waters rushing toward the shore, she wished that she was far away from this mysterious island, which seemed to have no inhabitants other than the ones who were holding her captive.
The next day nothing happened until early in the afternoon. About an hour after lunch had been served, Orlando and Harold walked into her room.
"Just strip off your panties and bra and come with us," they said.
Orlando once again was holding the machine gun in his hands, which served to make her nervous as well as putting her on notice as to just how important it was to do the right thing by these beasts.
They walked outside into the bright afternoon sunshine. It was a little warmer than it had been the previous day when she had been forced to submit to the three men. Of course, she knew, it was earlier in the day and she had been spared some of the intensity of the afternoon heat.
As the men walked with her toward the beach, she thought that she saw a woman's nude body in the distance. As she moved ever closer to the water, she could see that it definitely was a naked woman, a dazzling, raven-haired brunette.
The brunette ran toward the water, executing a few nimble strokes in the ocean, after which she then swam ashore. She picked up a yellow towel, which she used to dry off her shapely body, following which she then stretched out on a huge blue towel that had been strewn on the ground not far away.
"We've got somebody to introduce you to," Harold smiled.
It surprised Joyce to see another woman on the island, but it made her feel a little happy. After all, just maybe she wasn't the only woman who was being subjected to such an ordeal. And even if this woman were not being forced to do the same things she was, it would at least be a pleasure to have some female company.
The woman was lying on her stomach. Her head was propped upward and she rested on her elbows as she observed the strolling trio moving into view.
Joyce couldn't help but notice what a good-looking woman she was. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and had an air of composure and self-confidence that Joyce couldn't help but envy, particularly being in her current predicament.
She noticed the woman's even white teeth, which flashed radiantly against the intense, hot island sun. As she got a better look at her features, she couldn't help but admire the woman's huge, violet eyes set off by her deep, lush eyelashes.
The woman possessed a small, bobbed nose, and thick sensuous red lips.
As for her figure, it looked to be perfect. Her breasts were a little larger than Joyce's, jutting out ever so proudly and firmly. As for her legs, they were a little longer than Joyce's. The woman looked to be somewhere around five-eight, and possessed an exquisitely shaped, well-rounded ass.
Like Joyce, she was deeply tanned, but there was one basic difference. Whereas Joyce's breasts and ass cheeks were milky white due to the fact that she had been wearing a bikini when she bathed in the sun, this woman was brown all over. This indicated to Joyce that there apparently weren't many people around and the woman was not in the least restricted from sunbathing in the nude.
"Mary, I want to to meet a new friend of ours," Harold grinned.
"How do you do, Joyce," Mary said in a soft, resonantly feminine tone. "I've been hearing quite a bit about you. Harold said you were very beautiful and you are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm very jealous and I don't get jealous of women very often."
"You don't have anything to be jealous about," Joyce gulped, instantly liking this confident, self-assured, woman. "After all, I don't think anybody could be any more beautiful than you. I'll be happy if I can ever be half as good looking."
"You're already there, my dear," Mary smiled. "After all, I wouldn't be jealous if I didn't think you were very stunning. As a matter-of-fact, come here. I'd like to admire you from a little closer range."
For the first time Joyce became nervous in this woman's presence. It seemed as if her sensitive body was reacting in two distinctly different fashions. One side of her was very impressed with this confident, radiant brunette. The other part of her was a little fearful about being drawn into close proximity of Mary. She wondered just what she meant when she expressed a desire to be nearer to Joyce and examine her from closer range.
"Do what the lady says, if you know what's good for you," Orlando said, pointing the machine gun toward his captive.
"You don't have to get rough, Orlando," Mary said. "After all, she could get scared and then she'd not be any good to us. She can be dealt with a little more gently than that."
"I didn't do anything," Orlando snapped defensively. "Just trying to put her in her place, that's all."
"You tough he-men are always talking about putting people in their place," Mary laughed. "Just let the young girl sit out here next to me."
"Of course. Things are gonna work out beautifully on their own," Harold grinned.
By then it appeared to Joyce that this beautiful woman Mary might have had a lot more on her mind than just talking to her. At school she'd had several of her attractive girl friends make overtures toward her. They had explained that since she had a beautiful body just as they possessed, there was nothing whatsoever wrong with the two of them having some fun.
"I've got the same equipment you do," she recalled a beautiful, blue-eyed girl friend of hers telling her, "so what's wrong if we provide a little fun for each other?"
But Joyce wouldn't hear of it. After all, she had been brought up to be very virtuous, and her parents certainly frowned on any form of lesbian sex just as they did on sex with any of her young male school-mates.
As she kept staring at Mary, though, she couldn't help but feel a continuing admiration for her, one that was developing by leaps and bounds.
Eventually she sat down on the towel and as Mary scraped her leg against Joyce's, Joyce noticed that she felt a wild, twitching sensation that suddenly emerged in her vagina. She attempted to discount this, but the more she thought about it, the more she had to recognize that there was something there that she just couldn't put into words. This young woman looked very beautiful and seemed to want to engage in some gratifying sex with her.
Joyce couldn't help but wonder just why these two men wanted to introduce her to somebody like Mary, or what role Mary played in this whole operation. Whatever the case, Mary decided to immediately begin investigating the curvaceous region of this beautiful young woman's stunning breasts. Her fingers pushed resolutely forward, sliding ever so searchingly as she manipulated them back and forth against her warm, dazzling tits.
"Those look awfully white," Mary smiled. "You're gonna have to bathe in the sunshine more like I do."
Joyce's body stiffened with tension. She feared the unknown, and couldn't help but wonder just how far this beautiful brunette was going to go as far as sex was concerned.
After a few more swift, decisive finger strokes had been brought to bear against Joyce's jutting breasts, Mary pushed her alert tongue forward and let it move resplendently as she slid it over Joyce's left nipple. She teased her nipple with slow, meticulous desire. If there was one thing that Mary did not want to do, it was to move her aroused tongue so rapidly that she would lose the flowing tempo of things. It meant everything to her to see that things were developed in just the proper manner, and her tongue kept wiggling with meticulous skill as she drove it against her smooth, silky breast and her dazzling pink nipple, which kept hardening with swelling desire as Mary kept up her pace.
Mary abruptly moved the action from one smooth breast to the other, stepping up her pace as well as her quickening tongue slid with sweeping rapidity. The faster that she drove it as she worked back and forth against her lover's warm, fleshy boob, the greater the amount of excitement that she felt as she kept sending her seething tongue ever so sensitively against the curvaceous warmth of Joyce's fleshy bosom.
From the increasing heaviness of her lover's breathing, Mary could tell just how much Joyce enjoyed the swift, swirling stabs. After a few more quick, crisp stabs, she released her tongue from Joyce's breasts.