Page 8 of Protecting You

Holding tight, they lifted up and down, using their feet and thigh muscles, as they pounded in and out. AJ’s cunt gripped him tighter than a vise, and he clenched his own ass muscles on Kristien’s cock. But really, it was over far too soon. AJ rippled around him, milking him hard, causing him to lose the tiny bit of control he’d still been holding onto.

As he came, Drew felt Kristien jet streams of cum into his ass and relaxed, knowing they’d all climaxed together. For a while they sagged in each other’s arms before Drew helped AJ climb off him and untangled his legs from Kris’.

Ten minutes later, they were all asleep.

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AJ awoke and sat up in shock. Something was wrong. It seemed like only minutes since they’d fallen asleep, but logic told her it had to have been a few hours ago.

She looked around the room, but nothing had changed. There were no strange lights or noises. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply, but the sense of urgency remained with her. She had to go—go to the small sheltered beach. Someone needed her. Something was wrong there. She had to go right now.

AJ jumped off the bed and raced into the bathroom to get dressed. She put her plastic shoes on and reminded herself to grab a waterproof flashlight and a mesh bag to carry it in from the kitchen.

As she came back into the bedroom, dragging a T-shirt over her swimwear, Kristien sat up. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know but something’s wrong. I have to go to the smaller beach right now. Someone needs me.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Drew mumbled.

Kristien slapped Drew’s ass lightly. “Get your ass into your board shorts. If someone needs AJ, then we have to go to protect her.”

“Why in the middle of the night? Why couldn’t someone need you in the daytime,” Drew grumbled, throwing clothes off the chair as he searched for his board shorts.

In a few short minutes, they were jogging down the road to the beach, Kristien carrying a waterproof flashlight in a mesh bag and Drew carrying three towels. They ran down the sand until they were beside the rock wall, dropped their towels and T-shirts, and then AJ dived into the water and swam straight out. She knew the men would follow her, and the need to get to the next bay was almost overwhelming. Never before had she felt a call as strong as this one.

She hadn’t stopped to think, but she knew where to go—straight out to the sandbar, around the rocks, and into the smaller bay. Fortunately, there was enough light to avoid the rocks, as the surf phosphorescence lit them up quite clearly.

AJ could hear the men behind her but couldn’t stop to look. The power of the call was hauling her ahead as fast as she could swim. As soon as she reached the sandbar, AJ turned to swim along it to bypass the rocks. The thought of the rocks didn’t bother her. She was certain whatever was dragging her forward would protect her from them or let her see them in time to avoid them.

When she rounded the point into the next bay, AJ could see a head bobbing up and down on the sandbar. Instead of turning for the beach, she angled her strokes to swim directly to the person. As she drew closer, she could hear an almost animalistic wail coming from them.

AJ couldn’t understand what was happening, but the compulsion to get to the person was as strong as ever, so she kept swimming as fast as she could until she reached them.

It was a teenage boy, a spindly youth only a little taller than her and barely able to keep his head above water on the sandbar.

When he saw her, he lurched into her arms, sobbing, “Help me! Help me!”

“My friends and I will save you, but you must get control of yourself and do what I say,” AJ said as sternly as she could.

He nodded and sobbed, clutching at her shoulders.

“Do you understand? If you hurt me, we’ll both drown. You must control yourself.”

Again he nodded, and she saw the boy struggle to overcome his fear.

“Lie on your back and let the surf support you. I’ll hold your head out of the water, but we don’t need to hold your body. The water will do that, if you let it. Just let yourself float.”

“I can’t swim.”

“You don’t need to swim. Lie on your back and let the water and your body’s natural buoyancy do the work.”

The boy rolled over onto his back, and she grabbed his chin, holding his face out of the water. She could tell from his tense muscles and shivering that he was still terrified, but he was trying to do as she’d asked.

Just then, Drew and Kristien reached them, gathered themselves on each side of the boy, helping support him, and pushed his belly up so his body maintained a more natural angle. Slowly the three of them paddled along the sandbar, well clear of the rocks and into the main bay.

To AJ it seemed as if it took forever, although logic insisted it was likely not even half an hour. When they finally got to water shallow enough for everyone to stand, they were all rubbery-legged with exhaustion. They staggered up the sand and AJ couldn’t believe what she saw: Utah was running to help them, and Edmund was standing with their towels, holding a basket crammed with things.

Utah helped drag the boy onto the pile of towels, and Edmund handed them all cups of really strong, sweet coffee. As they drank, Utah pulled more towels from the basket, wrapped them all snugly, and tied the last one around his own waist.

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