Tomboy Island

Alex woke up first.

He was warm and it wasn’t just the weather. Glancing down, he found that both of the women were laying on top of him. Tess had her head resting gracefully on his shoulders, her fair skin was almost impossibly clean, he found. Charlotte, on the other side, was hugging him tightly. An arm and a leg of the French tomboy were layered on top of him. A mischievous smile had its fitting place on her sleeping face.

He remembered Charlotte falling asleep next to him, but not this close. Tess had been an arm’s reach away. Why were they now…

The memories flooded in with his first conscious breath. Deep heat flooded his lungs, made his morning wood twitch, and heightened his senses toward the pointy nipples that rubbed against him.

Images, crystal clear, and scents filled his thoughts. He remembered their wet and willing pleads, their wanton cries, their submission in mind and soul. He could still taste the moment he claimed Tess’ virginity, the moment he fucked Charlotte like no one else before.

The heat attempted to make him repeat it, to take control. Audibly, he pushed all the air out of his lungs. He tensed up. It was enough to make the women stir.

As soon as they had blinked the sleep out of their eyes, they reacted in much the same way he had. Shocked realization spread on their face. It must have been the fog. All of them knew that. That fog was filling their lungs and loins with heat with every breath!

The trio hastened onto their feet. Breath held, they climbed out, squeezing through the same gap that had given them entrance. Once back in the clear air of the forest, in all of its warm humidity, they panted rapidly, mostly trying to get the remaining heat out of their systems. Alex’s cock was still rock hard.

“What was that?!” Tess wanted to know.

“Some kind of aphrodisiac…?” Charlotte answered, dealing with the situation considerably better than the goth did. No wonder, Charlotte had just added one more to her list of partners, Tess had started hers.

“You… FUCKED us,” Tess emphasized the word in a way that was less accusatory and more a surrender to the fact that no other word could be used to describe what had transpired. “You took my… you came inside me! I can’t get pregnant out here!”

“It’ll be fine,.” Alex’s voice rang with a certainty and authority that exceeded what he felt. Had it always been this deep and even?

The two women took a few more deep breaths, before all of them started to return to a normal pace. “Fuck,” Tess spat out, resting her wrist against his forehead. “It’ll be fine… it will be fine…” she muttered to herself. “...Alright, I’ll believe that.”

“Not much else we can do, is there?” Charlotte tapped over on her toes. The playful gesture belied the caring way she put her arms around the woman nine years her senior.

“No,” Tess agreed and looked up, the calm restored to her eyes. They looked silvery in the little sunray that peeked through the canopy.

Once again, Alex found himself fortunate that he had crashed with professional athletes used to stress and hardship. Albeit that these athletes were all women made things… hard. His cock was still erect, the tip drooling precum. With calm restored, the two women’s eyes wandered to it.

They must have remembered what he had done to them as much as he remembered doing it. Rolled up eyes, tongues lolling out in euphoric bliss, lower lips agape… The images did not let go. How could they?

“It’ll go away,” Alex assured. “I’m not doing anything that you don’t want.”

The two of them nodded. For all that had happened last night, he could not be accused of doing anything unwanted. All of them had lapsed in control and all of them had needed it. ‘Master,’ they had cried. ‘Master!’

“I could make it go away.” Charlotte poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, then laughed. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny you’re clearly… you know, it’s clearly in the way. I’ll try to be less stupid sexy.”

“I doubt you can succeed on the stupid,” Tess stated with a sarcastic drawl. The curvy goth woman put a hand on her pale hips.

“You’re right in the sense that I’ll always be sexy.” Charlotte wiggled her hips. Morning rays made the fresh wetness between their legs glisten.

Alex gulped. Charlotte had meant it as a joke, but maybe if he asked assertively enough…

“Will you make it go away?”

The question cut through the banter.

Alex stood there, shoulders back, his height advantage over Charlotte more apparent than ever. She couldn’t have been taller than 1,70 metres. Not tiny, athletes rarely were, but almost a head shorter than he was.

“I can walk it off,” he assured her. “If you don’t want to, I accept that. If you would do this for me, I’d be much obliged.”

Charlotte remained stunned only for one more moment, then a sly smile spread on her pink lips. “Well, I guess I did offer,” she said.

Tess watched the tomboy drop to her knees. There was no judgement in her eyes, just a bit of confusion. “You two have fun,” she said and stepped aside.

“Don’t walk too far away!” Alex cautioned her.

“I won’t!” Tess assured and indeed only walked around one corner. Alex could still see her legs. If anything happened, they would notice.

A kiss to his sack made his attention shift back. “Eyes on me, big guy.” Charlotte pouted. “And I mean big in every sense. Look at this thing!” The foxy woman dragged her tongue up from the base all the way to the underside of his glans. “Tashtesh delicioush,” she slurred past her extended tongue, then wrapped those wonderfully pink lips around the head.

“Fuck, that hits the spot,” Alex groaned, while her nimble tongue swirled around the sensitive member. Little bobs soon filled the forest with lewd sucking sounds. Green eyes stared ahead. The French tomboy was entirely focused on her task.

Instinctively, he put a hand on her head. The sportily short hair was soft under his touch. Neither humid air nor saltwater seemed to have damaged it in any way. Pushing demandingly, he made Charlotte moan first with appreciation - then protest. A hand flat against his groin she resisted and he let go.

“This ain’t my first time but I’m no pornstar,” Charlotte stated, “and you’re not small.” Both of her hands worked the length of his cock to underline the point.

“Just got a little enthusiastic,” Alex apologized. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“...Well, maybe I can push myself a little bit,” the French tomboy said with a lewd grin, and then replaced one hand with her lips. Mouth open wide, tongue aggressively massaging, she pushed herself down. She was less than a third of the way down when the gag reflex kicked in.

Pulling back to a comfortable point, she kept on pumping the length of his shaft, while her head moved in wild, little circles. Once she had recovered, she tried to take him into her throat again. There was a moment of resistance, then something relaxed and he was in. The tightness only lasted for a moment, before she pulled back.

“F-fuck!” she coughed. “Fuck,” she repeated, steadying her breathing with all of the expertise of an olympic swimmer. “Look at this fucking thing!” Charlotte leaned forwards and pressed her face against his cock. Precum smeared into her short, brown hair.

“I am looking at a fuckable thing,” Alex hummed.

Charlotte shuddered at the remark and smirked. “Permission to masturbate, Master?” she asked in a joking fashion. Her hand already wandered between her legs.

“Permission granted,” he said graciously and the fingers curved into her.

Lips wrapped again around his manhood. Much as he would have loved to stand there and watch her try and try again to deepthroat him, between the pumping of her head and the enthusiastic working of his glans, he was not going to last.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned.

Disappointingly, Charlotte took that as her signal to move her lips away. “Cum with me,” she begged. “Cum with me-e-e-eeeee!”

Her hands finished both of them off. Jets of white seed shot across her trembling features. The pumping first became ]jittery, then stopped altogether. By then, Alex was calming down anyway. Charlotte followed a little bit later.

Alex pushed down his disappointment that she hadn’t swallowed his cum. If she didn’t enjoy the taste, then there was nothing to be done. “Thank you,” he said earnestly. “Much easier to think now.”

“Just remember to walk in front, or that post-nut clarity won’t last five minutes,” Charlotte joked and ripped some of the moss off the nearby ground - the regular, green variety. She used it to wipe her face and hair clean. “Now, let’s try to find breakfast and a place to clean ourselves.”

“Starting to make sense again!” Tess commented loudly from the sidelines.

“Aaaaaah! Alex, there’s a voyeur!”

“Very funny,” the goth drawled sarcastically.

“Funny and correct,” Alex supported the French tomboy. “Let’s get going.”