Page 76 of Stranded

“Gods, no, Tink. That was just… not what we expected. It was fucking hot, though. Did you enjoy doing that? With your tongue?”

I nod my head feeling a little embarrassed by their reactions and Kingsley seems to take pity on me as he sits up and pulls me back into his lap. I gasp as my bare pussy pulses against his semi hard dick where it presses between us.

His hands grip my cheeks as he looks deep into my eyes, a warm expression on his face. “I can’t believe you’ve licked cum off my chest and I haven’t even gotten to kiss you yet.”

I look at him in surprise, realizing he’s right, and as I open my mouth to say something, he pulls me to him, his mouth taking mine in a heated kiss. His tongue sweeps in, uncaring what I just had in my mouth, making me moan as I melt against him. He moves one hand to the back of my neck and the other wraps around my back as we hold each other tight.

He feels completely different from Weston and Bower, and yet the same feeling of desire floods my system, even though I just came. NowI’m pleased he never kissed me while I was stuck in the hut for weeks, I wouldn’t have been able to handle this desperate need without being able to come.

I start to rub against him and feel his cock twitch against me. But he pulls me back, his hand quickly moving to my hips to stop my thrusting. “Oh, no you don’t. The next time you come, it’s gonna be with my tongue inside you.”

“Wha—” Weston’s strong arms wrap around me and pull me backwards so I’m leaning back against his chest. Kingsley grabs my calves and spreads my legs, his eyes zeroing in on my soaked pussy.

Weston slides his arms up my sides and moves my hands behind his head. “Keep your hands here, baby.” As Kingsley starts to move onto his stomach, Bower comes up beside me, his eyes watching as Weston pulls my top up, exposing my chest to them.

He places his hand on my thigh, gently stroking me as Kingsley gets in place and firmly licks right up my center, making me cry out as pleasure shoots through me. “Ah!”

Weston’s hands cover my breasts and my breath hitches. He gently squeezes them before pinching my nipples, making my hips buck. “Ohmygod!” I cry out, already so close to the edge.

“Fuck, Tink. I’ve never heard of a woman who can come so quickly. You’re almost there already, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it,” I cry out as Weston’s large thumbs flick over my stiff peaks. Kingsley presses a finger into me before he sucks on my clit and I cry out, unable to hold it in anymore.

“You know, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come apart like that,” Bower tells me as we stare at each other. My heavy breathing and thesound of the waves crashing against the shore are the only things I can hear.

Suddenly, I sense my body slowly heating up again and realize neither of them have stopped touching me. Kingsley takes that moment to pull his finger out of me, causing me to whimper at the loss, but he immediately presses two fingers in, making me push back against Weston as the stretch causes me to moan.

“That’s a good girl, taking him like that. How many orgasms do you think you can give us? Three? Four?”

“Four?” I ask in alarm, before crying out as he pinches my nipples again.

“Alright, four it is. Boys, let’s get to work.”

“Wha—” My question is cut off as he moves his left hand down to my pussy, spreading my folds wide and giving Kingsley better access. “Holy crap!” I whisper at the sight.

Bower takes that opportunity to lean in and latch onto my breasts, his tongue and teeth tugging on my nipple as I arch into him, wanting more.

Weston’s other hand keeps flicking over my other one while Kingsley’s fingers press in and out of me, quicker and quicker, and when he sucks on my clit, I lose all hope of control, another orgasm escaping me as I convulse between the three of them.

Instead of slowing their actions, this time they all start increasing their tempo, and before I’ve even finished my second orgasm, a third rolls through me and I scream out my pleasure at the top of my lungs, grateful that we’re alone on this island.

Thankfully, they finally slow their actions to a stop and just gently stroke my skin as I come down from that intense high. After a few minutes, Weston whispers in my ear, “Are you ready for number four?”

“What? No! I can’t handle another one.”

“I don’t think you understand how fast you’re coming, baby,” he tells me as his hands explore my body. “Women normally take a lot longer than that to come, especially when it’s their second and third one.”

“Am I… weird?” I ask, unsure how to feel about it.

“No, not at all, sweetheart,” Kingsley rushes to reassure me as he sits up. “It’s amazing, actually. It means we get to pull more pleasure from you, which we love doing.”

“Speaking of which, are you ready for more?” Weston asks. I pull my arms down from where they’ve been stuck around his neck and turn to face him.

“Only if I can make you come, too.”

“I’m not sure I can say no to that,” he admits as he licks his lips.

“Then don’t.” I push him until he’s laying on his back, then take my time undoing his cargo pants and pulling them and his boxers part way down his thighs until his hard cock springs free.

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