The Island, Chapter 2

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I was lying on the bed, and the big window and the opening to the veranda allowed the sea breeze to freely flow. I enjoyed the feeling of a warm wind on my naked body. It must have been shortly before lunchtime, but I wasn’t hungry. I could only think about Pharomé’s incredibly soft and tight pussy and I closed my eyes to cherish what had happened just moments ago. Minutes later I opened them again because I had heard a metallic click. When I opened my eyes she was standing in front of me. It was the second woman from this morning. The one with the round face and the long black hair. The one that reminded me of my high school sweetheart. The click was the sound of the neck ring. She stood in front of the bed, naked. Her eyes were fixed on my limp cock. I did not to move (a behavior that I had trained in countless mornings on the boat and in all the huts I had slept in). Instead I admired her intricate tattoo pattern that covered her body. It was distinctly different from Pharomé’s. The lines were wider, and there were more circles than triangles. Also, one of her wonderful D-cup breasts was covered with concentric lines, whereas the other one was untouched. She saw that I looked at her. “Quick, do to me what you just have done to her!” she moved onto my bed. A few moments earlier I had had a wonderful orgasm. Even if a beautiful woman would stand in front of me begging me to fuck her (as this was the situation!) I could not. I am not superman! She was kneeling besides me and I saw that she had a folded leaf in her hand. She carefully opened it and it contained a white powder. Carefully she held the leaf under her breast (the tattooed one) and squeezed a few drops of her milk onto the powder. While she was mixing both with circling motions of her index finger, I wondered why she was lactating. Was she a mother? Did she breast feed? She mixed both substances until a pinkish cream was formed. She took some and put it on the base of my limp cock, just atop of my pubic hair. My cock immediately began to rise and filled with blood. This was amazing! I got an erection! Not only that, but she also put some of the cream onto each of my balls. My whole groin was tingling and I could feel that my balls swelled! She did not forget to re-wrap the magic cream before she mounted my groin. The tip of my cock was at my belly button, and she quickly rubbed the still creamy index finger into her clitoris. I was amazed about all this when she took and guided my cock to her vagina entrance. Again, that incredible feeling of sinking into a velvety, smooth and strangely dry but slippery vagina made me moan. “Psssst!” she hissed. Were we dong something forbidden? She seemed to be in a haste. With the full length of my cock buried in her, she silently performed a slow dance on my hips. The head of my cock explored her whole vagina. She moved sideways, forward and up and down. She was breathing heavily, but not one sound came over her full lips. With awe I saw that the lines on her belly followed the heaving of her skin. She also had this uterus-like symbol under her belly button. I could see that the neck of it was pretty wide; wider than Pharomé’s. Since I just had cum, I could last much longer. It was an awesome feeling when this girl jumped up and down my cock for the longest time. Her breath became faster and, her eyes closed, she put her hands around my ankles, arched back and pushed her hips frantically up and down my cock. I could see that she enjoyed very much to be fucked and I thought she would be close to her orgasm. The tattoo lines on her body blurred. She opened and closed her legs more escort beylikdüzü frequently. The faintest whimper came from her mouth and she bit her lip in an attempt to stop it. Her big boobs bounded up and down. They were so soft upon my touch. But I did not dare to squeeze them, as her milk might drip out. I breathed harder, too. Finally, she came. She threw her head back so that her long hair fell down all the way to my ankles. Her lips firmly pressed together, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Her body trembled and her vagina muscles contracted so much that it hurt. Quite automatically, I assumed, the milking motion of her vagina started. That made me cum, too, and in a violent eruption my swollen balls ejected their load deeply into her. Was it just my imagination or did the pattern on her belly change? The neck of the bottle-like figure seemed much thinner now. Was it really a projection of their inner organs? Did her orgasm show up on her skin? After relaxing, she slowly lifted her body off mine and with a plopping sound my cock slid out. I looked carefully this time, and indeed, her vaginal lips pressed together and sealed the entrance behind which a sea of my semen had to be. “Thank you, Bob.” She whispered. “I, thank you… wait! What’s your name?” I wanted to embrace her, pull her soft and rich body down on mine and enjoy a post-orgasm kissing and petting, but she withdrew. “Makii.” She stepped off the bed and into her dress, lifted in to her neck and closed the ring. “Don’t tell anybody, please!” with terrified eyes she looked at me and with swift steps she left. The double orgasm had made me really exhausted and I pulled the thin linen of the bed over my legs and belly (who knows who would come in next!) I was thrown from one surprise to the next. I needed some time to sort my thoughts and facts. First, the island was unknown to all mankind, but the only two female inhabitants knew me. They were wild about my cock and they even had a kind of super-viagra to make me hard as soon that cream was applied to my cock. They did not want an orgasm (at least one of the girls didn’t mind having none), but my sperm (both girls). I became hungry. As if ‘they’ had known about it, out of the sudden, two girls appeared. As Pharomé and Makii, they wore the blue-white dress with the intricate line pattern. They were twins, and I knew them. They were the chocolate version of the Milton twins. Yes, I have to admit that I watch porn, and the scenes with two identical twins gang-banging is one of my favorites. So, it blew me away seeing the two cuties. In bewilderment, but also in anticipation of a third fuck (with that super-viagra cream?) I propped up on my elbows. They graciously stepped into the room. One carried a tablet with various plates and cups. The other one a table with short legs, which she placed on my bed, left and right of my knees. I sat up. “You must be hungry!” One said with a smile. The delicious-looking lunch was just right in front of my eyes. So were the two gorgeous twins. They sat at each side of my bed and since it seemed that they would stay, there was no hurry with the erotic action, I figured out. I was thirsty, so I took a sip of that already familiar emerald-white turbid drink. I took the wooden spoon and tasted a mouthful from all the different foods, which was served in a very Japanese fashion. Each food had its own small dish with its unique shape and color. Some of the dishes tasted like fruits, others were spicy and others a full blend of tastes. But they all tasted as if they were made from plants. Why escort akbatı didn’t the islanders wear clothes that were more revealing? I could only see their arms. All the rest of their beautiful skin was hidden under that strangely free-floating but heavy cloth. The twins gave me their full attention. From time to time they would touch my arms, or place their hands on my legs. I could sense their warmth through the bed linen. It happened more than so often that they would touch each other, too. “You like it?” one asked. “What do I like? The food, or your presence?” They giggled in a very refreshing way. “Both…..” Just imagining how much more I would like them after the lunch was over, I cleared my voice. “Wonderful.” They giggled again and continued running their hands over my body. They faces came near to mine and they whispered into my ears. “After you have eaten…..” and they kissed my cheeks. I turned my head to the right and gave her a surprise kiss. Some giggles later, the other one commented “Me, too”, to which I turned my face the other side to fulfill her request. Were they, as Pharomé and Makii only interested in stuffing my cock into their pussies? Or were they into foreplay? Anyway, even if their pussies would be cock-hungry, I can only satisfy one of them at a time. The other pussy would be available for fingering or licking. Could it be that they did not know foreplay in their culture? Was it considered a taboo to stimulate their clitorises with fingers or tongues? I was determined to find out! Their fragrance mixed with the delicious food and I began to wonder what it was made of. I love a long foreplay and raunchy dialogue before sex. Sometimes it takes my girlfriend and me one to two hours before we consume each other. Even though my thoughts made me hot and I felt an erection building up, there was no need to hurry. Thus, after their kisses I joked. “One of you taste like strawberry and the other like cherries.” “Really?” they giggled and licked their lips. In their eyes I could see curiosity. “Try it yourself!” After a few more giggles they slowly approached each other in front of my face. With pouted lips and closed eyes, they gave each other a shy kiss. It seemed genuinely that they had never kissed each other. They beamed when they looked at me. “You are right, she tastes different!” and with that we burst into laughter. “How comes that all the food on my tray taste so vegetarian? You live on an island, but you don’t each fish?” “Fish …..?” and in that fleeting moment, all the innocent joy evaporated. Both stiffened up. I was so stupid to continue my chat, even though I should have known better. “Yeah, fish…..or birds or any other type of meat.” I could see the color drain from their faces and sheer horror creeping into their eyes. One held their hands to her stomach and both got off the bed. Were they sick? I couldn’t ask if something was wrong, because they both dashed out of the room. Shit! I blew it. Here I had been with the most gorgeous girls one can imagine. I had been minutes away from a threesome action, but I had blown it. For a few minutes I pondered on my mistakes, and then Pharomé appeared at the entrance. I could not see any emotion on her face, but her voice was ice-cold. “You will see the queen right away.” My heart jumped and I felt a lump in my throat. Shit! The tone made it very clear that I had been a bad boy and was to be punished. Was it because I had fucked Makii, or because I upset the ‘Milton twins’? I did not know what fate would face me. I broke out in sweat while my adrenaline rushed. “Quick!” With her escort beylikdüzü hands clasped in front of her lap, she waited while I jumped out of the bed and rushed to her. “Your clothes!” another icy comment. In my panic of Pharomé’s appearance and order, I had forgotten that I was naked. I quickly grabbed my shirt and shorts and with trembling hands I put them on. With a fleeting thought, I considered if I should just overpower her and run to the beach and escape on my boat. I had only encountered four women, and I was quite sure that I was physically stronger than them. But I also figured out that I had this option later. First, I wanted to know how that meeting with the ‘queen’ would turn out. This strange culture made me curious. After I was clothed Pharomé led me through a labyrinth of corridors, around corners and through rooms. I had a good look at her butt as I walked behind her and the flowing lines on her cloth made me dizzy. What an ass, I thought. I hoped that I could fuck her again, but this situation made that quite unlikely. I had no idea where I was. The ‘palace’ was bigger than I had thought. That troubled me a bit, since it hampered my chances of escape. Finally, we stopped in front of a simple wooden door. No guards, in fact we had not met a single person all the way from my room. The door opened and I stepped in. It was a square room at least 40 feet wide and 30 feet deep. It was covered in dark wooden panels and all light came in from the ceiling. Close to the rear wall was a single chair. Like a throne, it was a high chair and two steps led up to it. ‘How pathetic’ I thought. ‘They want to impress me with an outdated style from the imperialistic past of the western world’. The throne was empty. A pillow covered with the now familiar line pattern was the only decoration in the whole room. “Wait” said Pharomé before she left the room and closed the door. I did not have to wait long. Moments later, the light in the room changed to a slight violet tone, and a lilac fragrance filled the room. From behind the throne, the queen appeared. She was tall! At least 6 feet. She, too, was covered in that special cloth, but her lines were golden on a violet background. In contrast to the other girls, the cloth also covered her arms. She stepped very gracefully onto the throne and her slim figure filled barely one third of its width. She rested her slender arms on the armrests. I was speechless. One reason was because I did not know why I was here. I figured out it had to do either with fucking Makii or with my remarks about the food and the sudden disappearing. The other reason of being speechless was the beauty of the queen. All I could see of her body was her face, her long black hair, her hands and the tips of her toes. She must be around forty, if western standards of age guessing were considered. But she was ageless. A long neck, wonderfully full lips, high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes, long eyelashes, beautifully trimmed eyebrows and pitch black irises. She wore her hair in a kind of ‘The Ten Commandments’. Egyptian style. She also reminded me of someone, but I could not figure out why she looked so familiar. Her voice filled the whole room and left no doubt who was in charge. “We invited you here. We made sure that you felt comfortable. We prepared your quarters. You had nothing to complain about.” She stopped, but if I had learned anything from my trips around the world, than it was the following: In a situation like this, when you are the inferior, you better wait to open your mouth until you are asked to say something. So, I kept silent. “You have upset two of my most wonderful … staff.” She paused again. I still waited, my hands at my side, looking into her amazingly beautiful face. “I had to put them into quarantine. They are not allowed to tell anybody what you have said to them.” Shit! It had been the comment about the food.

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