Tomboy Island

Alex began the orgy in the only right way: by getting his cock venerated by all seven women.

Valeria was put at the centre for her exceptional work in having Ashley admit to her perversion. The chocolate skinned woman suckled at the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the manhood that had deflowered her the day before and that was now, Alex would make sure of it, officially the only cock she would ever taste.

On the right side were Yahui, Tess, and Sofia, on the left Evelyn, Charlotte, and Ashley. A tightly packed field, too tight for all of them to actually lap at the sides of shaft simultaneously. Sofia and Ashley instead were worshiping his sack. A deliberate decision. Alex took special pleasure in watching the shy duo getting all flustered while continuing their task.

The scene did not continue for long. Alex lust was vast, but he did know how vast or how quick he would be able to recover. Letting this service continue put him closer to that first orgasm and he had seven women to satisfy in a row.

Slick with the drool of the seven glassy-eyed submissives, Alex pulled back. Already, he had made his decision on who to start with. “Tess, on all fours.”

“Yes, Master,” the first of the sex slaves moaned. Swiftly following the order, the goth presented her fat ass for him to deliver a rippling smack to. “MASTER!” she cried into the night, in pleasure first and pain second. Overflowing pussy juice stained the inside of her snow white thighs.

“Pleasure yourself and each other,” Alex allowed, while aligning his cock with the dripping wet entrance. “Entertain yourself however you please - just know your place and your purpose.” One more time, his gaze wandered over the gathered submissives. “Be ready for me.”

“How about this place?” Evelyn purred into his ear and wrapped an arm around his neck. Large breasts and pointy nipples pressed against his back. Faintly, he felt her other hand between his butt and her groin, moving in rhythmic circles. The virgin of such high standards disregarded and all shame now that those standards had been met. “I would love to see everything you’re going to do to me.”

“I would love to see everything you did to me!” Charlotte chirped, pressing her nubile body against the other half of his back. Evelyn even shuffled a bit to make room for her. Both of them were sighing with lust, grinding up against him while touching themselves.

Alex smirked. What was an orgy without close skin contact like this. “This pleases me,” he let them know and the duo shuddered softly at his deep voice. His attention was pulled back to the goth, who impatiently whined. “The first that surrendered to me.” Alex traced the depression of her curved back up to her neck - then bundled her black hair up into an impromptu leash. “The first that I’ll fuck on the night that my dream of a harem become a true reality!”

Last night he had gone to sleep with two sex slaves - incredible, yes, but not yet a harem. Tonight he would go to sleep with six - that was a harem!

Hard, he yanked Tess’ hair. The goth squealed with delight and thrust back at the cock invading her, accepting him into her depths. On this, their third night together on this island, her cunt had been conditioned for his cock. Tight folds let him invade eagerly. Her instincts expected him, accepted him, rejoiced when he filled out and stretched the pale hourglass of a cocksleeve.

Neither of them lost any time. Loudly, Tess’ ass rippled, swinging back and forth while he thrust into her from behind. “Master! Master your cock is perfect! I’m cumming!” Not even half a minute had passed before the goth shouted those words. Not even ten more seconds passed before they became reality.

Trembles replaced guided sways. Only the continued hold Alex had of her prevented the goth from throwing her head around in her orgasmic spasms. 

“Oh, you just don’t miss, do you?” Evelyn moaned, trying desperately to make her fingers keep pace with what he was doing to the dark-haired woman.

“Course he doesn’t, we wouldn’t be his if he did.” Charlotte’s voice was an enticing mixture of needy and playful intent.

Alex just grunted, too taken in by the delightful clenching and loosening of the folds all around him. He kept on fucking her at the pace her tightness permitted him. His own first orgasm approached rapidly. As much as he would have liked to claim that he was superhuman enough to just last, this wasn’t the case.

“Off my back,” he groaned an order. Charlotte slinked away just a little bit quicker than Evelyn. She would learn in due time. Both of them settled to Tess’ sides, while Alex bowed over her in the fashion of a rutting wolf. Her top sank closer to the floor, leaving just enough space for him to take a handful of her giant tits and start kneading.

Hands enveloped by the pliable meat of her abundant chest, he hammered her from behind. Deep and harsh were his thrusts, deep and steady his breathing. Clenched teeth attempted to bite back the orgasm for as long as possible. By a miracle, he held on, while pounding her from one orgasm to the next.

Tess was on a hair trigger. All of them were, if the sounds of self-imposed orgasms all around were anything to judge by. Charlotte and Evelyn were rubbing themselves frantically, wide-eyed from desire by the sight. In the corner of his vision, Yahui and Sofia were shoulder to shoulder, masturbating each other and making out while following the scene. Ashley and Valeria were on their own, emulating the pose he had Tess in.

The combination of stimuli finally proved too much. WIth a sudden, final plunge, Alex stopped inside Tess. This time, he decided consciously to stay inside, while his balls tightened. Whatever happened, they would be alright. He would make sure of it.

His first sex slave received his cum with rolled up eyes and a mouth opened in a silent scream. Tiny trembles ran through her, finding a climax among her climax whenever he twisted her nipples. As his ecstasy diminished, hers kept making her folds wring the remaining drops out of his shaft.

The bliss among the gathered women halted for a few seconds, all of them baiting their breath. Alex knew why, especially in the short moment of clarity that accompanied the refractory period. To pleasure seven women was quite the promise. One that he now believed in more than ever before.

He pulled out of Tess, leaving her cunt gaping, gushing, and oozing his thick seed. Drips fell into the grass from her twitching cunt. Behind her round ass, marked by the swat that had preceded the pounding, stood Alex’s cock - still erect, betraying the man’s hunger for more.

Six women remained and he had his free choice on who to claim next. By pure intuition and with no patience to wait, he descended straight onto Evelyn. The triathlon winner swung her legs up to receive him, wrapping them smoothly around his hips as he got on top of her. “How rough do you want it?”

“How rough can you make it?” Evelyn purred back and received a smack across the face. Soft, as far as smacks went, with no intent to harm, only to show her what she was bargaining with.

The impact made her turn her head, in surprise first and foremost. Wide eyes were clear, then narrowed back down into a swooning stare filled to the brim with desire. Teasingly slow, she faced him again, giggling throatily and biting her lower lip all the while.

“Naughty toy.”

“Breeding slave, if it pleases you,” Evelyn returned confidently. “Take what’s yours, Master.”

The mating press retained its appeal as the position to first claim a new sex slave. Staring deeply into Evelyn’s hazel eyes, Alex found her swollen petals and sunk into her. Heat enveloped him, drenched folds parting for him as eagerly as virgin folds could. Deep, throaty sighs and an expression of delight urged him to push even deeper. Fluttering eyelids closed.

“Hm-” Evelyn let out a half-pained gasp, when he thrust the rest of the way into her. A spreading smile announced teasing words that would surely soon follow, had Rykard not silenced them with his thumb on her lips.

He brushed over her dark mouth, gently pulled at the lower half, until she understood and parted her lips for him. She sucked on his thumb, obediently and teasingly, She moaned when his cock inside her twitched at the sight.

“You’re mine now, by your own wishes,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll use you as I please. Fortunately for you, it pleases me to watch my partners cum their brains out.” Evelyn nodded eagerly, her tongue swirling around his thumb. “You want it rough?” Another nod. “Then I’ll pound your cunt into the shape of my personal cocksleeve.”

“Oh my Master, yessssss!” Evelyn hissed, after he had removed his digit from her mouth. Elbows under her shoulders, fingers digging into her buzzcut, he held her pinned under him and drew back his hips.

Large tits swayed intensely on the first plunge - and all those that followed. Evelyn’s tightness initially disagreed with the harshness she professed to wanting. Any pain that the forced penetration caused her only seemed to emphasize her delight, however. She was determined to make this the way she was getting claimed and Alex would give it to her.

 The pace increased and so did the bouncing of her chest. Enticed, Alex caught one of her flying nipples with his teeth. That was the limit of what Evelyn could take. “OH FUCK! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!” she screamed into the setting night, her cunt turning from glove to vice.

Still, Alex continued to pound her. In and out of her virgin folds, shaping the proud olympian into his woman. His tongue flicked the pointy tip of her nipple between his teeth. The hammering continued all the while and with the hammering came the flood.

“Yes! Fuck, I knew you were the one! You’re the one, Master! Ma-MASHTAAAAAAHR!” Evelyn screamed in bliss and veneration. Pussy juices squirted all over his pistoning manhood. Fingers clawed at his back. The air was filled with the repeated ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of a performance so harsh and consistent, it could not be maintained.

For minutes on end, he made her cum over and over again. Evelyn’s cries remained loud until she had made herself hoarse. Exclamations of his worthiness and of her surrender became slurred syllables and cock drunk giggled. Her cunt kept on gushing with every orgasm.

Alex stopped, in the end, not because he was close, but because he needed to catch his breath. The second he halted his motions, Evelyn just went limp. He pulled out of her and looked at the twitching mess of a female, less a person than a post-orgasmic set of spasming body parts.

‘Rather proud of me for that one,’ Alex thought, then turned his hunger elsewhere. Evelyn was done for the night and he would not waste his limited seed on using her to completion when there were still five more to satisfy.

“It really ish that tasty.” Charlotte’s moan caught his attention. His private slut had her bubble butt in the air and her face between Tess’ thighs. Lick for lick, she tasted the cum oozing from the goth’s cunt. All the while she was masturbating - right up until Alex was behind her. “Oh, Master,” she purred, then let out a half shout, half giggle when he filled her up.

She came while he was still pushing inside her. “Someone is enjoying watching her owner get what he wants,” Alex groaned and gave the raised derriere a disciplining smack.

“Yes, I am!” Charlotte cried, still mid orgasm. “You’re the man - the only man! You broke something in me and I don’t want it to be put back together!”

“I didn’t break anything,” Alex grunted into her ear. “I put you back together the proper way, my private slut.”

“Oh god, yessssss!” Charlotte exclaimed. Something in French followed, but Alex could not even start to understand. He shoved her back down, put her tongue to something more useful.

The tomboy wasn’t capable of much in terms of service while she was getting fucked from behind. Much of her tongue control was diminished by the jolts of pleasure he sent up her spine. “Fuck, you have such a nice ass,” Alex groaned.

The compliment made her laugh that perverted laugh of an amused woman mid orgasm. Alex barely had noticed he had gotten her to the second one. He had masterfully found the right angle and now was just pounding her with all the might her nubile body could handle. Her cheeks kept rippling from the repeated impacts. His hands, holding her by the toned waist, framed her ass as much as tanlines of her swimsuit.

His orgasm was slowly beginning to rise. He measured his pace, let Charlotte drive herself crazy. While her lapping tongue may have gotten sloppy, her fingers still circled her clit at a rapid pace. He was doing plenty of heavy lifting, pounding her at this steady speed, but just watching had already driven her half euphoric.

Louder and louder, her screams became, until suddenly vanishing. A multi-orgasmic chain came to its ultimate climax, pussy juice gushing all over their joined sexes, legs, and the grass below.

Alex just barely managed to pull out before the writhing, clenching folds all around him finished him off. He dragged Charlotte up by her short hair. The French tomboy was all depraved, blissful sighs and exhales. Her eyes were unfocused. Her lips produced only two words. “Master’s cock!”

“Mouth open, slut,” he ordered her in a deep, dominating voice. Even in her state, she knew to obey. Maybe, in this state, all she knew was how to obey. Whichever it was didn’t matter, only her pink lips around his glans did.

A few shallow thrusts into her hot mouth was all that Alex had left. He came all over her tongue. Spurt for spurt of fresh cum were filling her mouth, giving her that direct taste that she deserved. She gulped it all down eagerly, suck at the tip and stroking the shaft to get more, to get all of it.

“That’s a good girl,” Alex complimented her. Eyes glassy, Charlotte slumped back and continued masturbating after he let go of her. She didn’t have much left in the tank, but she seemed adamant on watching what else happened.

As for Alex, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he did have more left in the tank. His cock was still hard, his balls still full, a fact that had the reasonable part of him wonder. Two were possible, three was pushing it, and Alex was going to consider what the local diet did to him again in the morning.

For now, he turned his attention to Ashley.

The voyeur blushed intensely at his attention. “...Master…” the word swept over her pale pink lips. Embarrassment played second fiddle to boundless lust. How often had she brought herself over the edge already by watching him? Three, four times? It hardly mattered, none of those orgasms would compare to what he was about to do to her.

Her expression was that of a pliable mind, her every guard down and her surrender absolute. The heat she radiated from her face was outdone by the heat of her cunt. Alex was above her, bending her in the same mating press position as all the others that he had pounded into total submission.

“Oh yes, this is always how I wanted to lose my virginity,” she mumbled, words fast and excited. “Master’s big cock, slick with the gushing pussy juices of other cocksleeves, pressing against my slit.”

“Guide me inside,” Alex ordered.

Trembling with excitement, she took hold of his cock. She moaned at the heat under her fingers. “So huge,” she gasped, stroking it as she aligned the tip with her unclaimed slit. “W-w-will it even fit?”

She looked up at him, her perversion wrestling with uncertainty. A hand placed on the side of her face and a kiss on her forehead calmed her down. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised and began to sink into her.

Her question was justified. Ashley was by far the shortest of the women around. At about 1,55 metres she was tiny compared to him. While still healthy for her age, she was not as fit as the others either. The abdomen of the nubile woman bulged visibly as he penetrated her.

A quarter in, half in, no issues, three quarters in, he needed to stop for a moment to let her get accustomed, almost all the way in, she inhaled sharply. He had met her cervix. “Does it hurt?” he asked, already pulling back enough so he did not push against her inner sanctum.

“Y-yeah,” the small woman mumbled. “I loooooove the way you’re stretching me b-but please don’t hammer into me as deep?”

Alex nodded and began to thrust into her in controlled rhythm. He was working out how deep he could go without hurting her and what angle made her moan the loudest. Both designs were realized quickly, Alex’s intuition was sharp, his sexual senses aflame with fulfilled desire and every ambition to see the night be more than a lighting of great passions. This harem was his.

Despite the moans, Ashley did not orgasm. Something was holding her back, a psychological block, nervousness perhaps, or shame that he couldn’t fully encompass her. Alex couldn’t have that.

Gradually, he increased his pace. There was a limit to how deep he could go, but as long as he stayed in control of that, he could fuck her at an increasing pace. Primal dissatisfaction about having some of his cock exposed to the air at the end of every plunge echoed in his mind. He silenced it, smothered it with the care he felt. He was trusted with their bodies, with their safety, and he would not violate them in any manner that hurt them.

That being said, he was the Master.

A dominating grip with just one hand had both of Ashley’s comparatively thin arms pinned under his paw. The pale reporter moaned out loud at the sudden loss of freedom. Alex stared deeply into her brown eyes, looking for any signs for him to stop as he put his left on her neck.

There was no such sign. There was anything but the desire for him to stop. All of a sudden, the short Asian woman climaxed. Moans silenced by the pressure on her windpipe surfaced as inelegant rattling sounds. The orgasms held back by nervousness seemed to now crash into her simultaneously.

Petite breasts bounced and swayed, torso bending, writhing, and shaking from her own spasms and his repeated plunges. Wrists and neck remained pinned. He loosened his grip on the latter. Air flowed into her lungs. Eyelids fluttered, the chain of orgasms flared up with the asphyxiation abated. She screamed. She squirted all over his manhood.

Alex kept on fucking her. He was in total control. Two orgasms had left him a little saner, at least for the time being, and the care he had to put into his motions was a meditative exercise of some description. Equally, he had to carefully control how hard he choked her. He did not want to bruise that pale neck - at least not much.

“I’ll buy you a collar when we get back to civilization,” he growled. “A collar and a ring. A breedable cinnamon roll like your deserves both.”

“Tssshaaaaank youuuuuuu, Masteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!” Ashley screamed in utter veneration, before her access to air was cut off again.

Breathing and motions controlled utterly by him, Ashley did little more than keep her hips angled for him to use her. An exercise that she, among a multitude of orgasms eventually failed at. Eyes rolled first up, then vanished almost entirely behind half-closed lids. From constant spasms, bliss delivered her to a semi-relaxed state occasionally jolted by an orgasm.

She was beyond cock drunk. Alex could have continued to use her until he came. Still, he had to measure himself. He would fill her up another time.

Pulling out of Ashley, he left her spasming and occasionally gushing in the grass. Slurred syllables could be interpreted a whole number of ways, all of them lewd, few of them adorable. He gave the nipple of the little woman a parting twist, before setting his sight one the other Asian in the jungle.

Yahui was the most sober of all the women around. Yes, the lust was in her eyes, but she did not surrender to him so fully. She was neither a virgin, nor was she his sex slave. She was taking this offer to be satisfied, to make this stay in paradise in the middle of nowhere a little more pleasurable.

Alex would give her every reason to keep coming back. For now, he did this by reigning in his strongest instincts to dominate. Either she was reluctant because she wasn’t into this kind of thing or she really wanted this kind of thing and he would withhold for those that truly gave themselves to him.

Either way, Yahui received him with open legs. “My time,” she purred. The gymnast showed her flexibility by putting a straight leg against his chest, hooking the other around his side. One was his handle, the other her point of balance. Her swollen mons were a pretty pink. She had previous experiences, but likely not too many. Unlike Charlotte, Yahui did not have a reputation.

Pushing into her was much easier compared to Ashley. She was ready, relaxed, and about ten centimetres taller. It was enough of a difference all around that Alex just barely managed to fit the entirety of his manhood inside her. “A perfect fit,” he groaned, satisfied.

“I concur,” Yahui sighed wantonly.

The softly tanned Asian woman grinded her womanhood against him. It was all the invitation Alex could have ever needed to sink his fingers deeper into her smooth thigh and start thrusting.

“...faster,” she cooed, animating him to increase his pace to a moderate pistoning. “Faster,” she gasped, animating him to accelerate to a proper pounding. “Faster!” she cried, animating him to glide in and out of her fast enough to make her petite tits jiggle.

Her ass took every impact with a loud clap. Claps that were lost in the darkness of the nearby jungle and the sand of the beach. Claps that mixed with her moans. Moans that were somehow graceful, despite the tossing and turning of her delight.

“Cumming! Cumming!” she shouted. Her busy clamped down on his manhood. “Don’t stop! Keep going! Oh, I’ve never been fucked by a cock this perfect!”

Alex did as the Chinese lady asked and kept on fucking her through her orgasm. “I have to repay you for your help yesterday,” he growled, giving her everything he could. Every deep plunge stopped just short of pushing against the unpleasant depths, making the toned gymnast writhe in all of her slender grace.

Writhe, scream, and climax. Over and over again, until her eyes also rolled up.

“I’m close,” Alex growled. She was no sex slave. She was not to be used casually to dump his load.

“Cum outside!” she requested. He did not like it, but he was going to heed her. At the very last moment, he pulled out. He was about to wrap his hand around his shaft, masturbate himself to completion, when another did him that favour. Dark fingers clenched his cock, as cum gushed in long ropes all over Yahui’s sweat slick form.

It did not last long, as male orgasms tended to go. Neither did he have much to give. He definitely felt the limit coming up - but one more he had in him. A fourth and final round. After he had recovered for a moment.

“Settle down, Master.” Valeria’s tone was simultaneously soft and yet her usual, harsh directness. Too exhausted after pounding two women in quick succession, Alex agreed. “Sofia, come here. Let’s keep our owner entertained.”

“S-sure,” Sofia stammered and crawled over. Both of them soon applied their tongues to his manhood, ensuring that his vitality did not shrivel away while he recovered his stamina.

The campsite had grown much quieter in the meantime. The various moans and cries had quieted into post-orgasmic sighs. Tess and Evelyn were doubtfully still awake, Ashley and Yahui were still riding out their afterglow, and that left only Charlotte at the brink of wakefulness - and the brink it was. Too tired to continue masturbating, she followed the scene with lethargic attention. Each time she blinked, her eyes struggled to open again.

“Valeria, ride me,” Alex decided.

“With pleasure,” she purred. “What do you want to see?” she asked, squeezing her left tit and her ass.

“Backside,” he answered. He had seen her bounce tits first last night, now he craved a different view.

Valeria swung one leg over him, straddled his hips, and impaled herself as quickly as tightness allowed. “Yesssss, that’s my Master’s cock,” she moaned. “Fuck, I’m almost thankful I got drugged by this weird forest. That wooooorked out foooor meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The first penetrative orgasm stretched out her words. She tossed her head back. “Don’t stop… moving…” she criticized herself. “Bounce for… Master!”

At other times, Alex may have assured her that she could do as she wanted. Now, he grabbed her by the waist and guided the pace of the climber. She had gorgeous tits and her ass kept perfect pace. Meaty thighs and round cheeks rippled on each quivering descent. His cock was getting worked by her twitching folds.

She was squirting. She was riding him and she was squirting. “Yes, ye-e-e-e-esssss!” she screamed, when he started to thrust up into her.

“Fuck, you’re build for this!” he roared. “Getting enslaved made you even more sensitive than that mist did!”

“Yes! Yes, mark me, mark me, carve the shape of that cock into my dreams!” Valeria just kept on climaxing, harder and more frequently even than all the others before. She was half dancing, half spasming on his cock, gyrating her wide hips. Sofia followed the entire scene from the side, so enraptured she didn’t even touch herself. “Yes! Yessssh!” Valeria’s words slurred further and further. “Mashterh ish my oownnnner, Mashtaaahr can do.. Whaaaaaaaaatever he waaaaantsh! I’m youuuuurrrshhh! Cock mitten! Sleeve! Slaaaaaaaave!”

The enthusiasm Valeria had for serving became her demise. Like a puppet without strings, she came one last time, then collapsed backwards onto Alex.

He wrapped his arms around her, kneaded her firm, large tits, and kept on thrusting into her. His desires were brought to an unsustainable fever pitch by her surrender. The last spark of reason within him told him of the last slave awaiting his attention.

Alex rolled over, Valeria now under him, kept on fucking her for a little bit longer, then pulled out. All he had to do was look at Sofia for the fencer to fence up and hold her breath. She came. She came just from him finally giving her the attention she was owed.

That climax was still ongoing when he descended on her. Simple missionary, his hands around her narrow waist, was how he would end this orgy. Uncreative, perhaps, but without a bed or other comfortable surfaces his options were limited. Besides, the only thing either of them wanted was him inside her.

A quick thrust delivered. “Everything - this is everything I dreamt off and more!” Sofia cried. It would be her only words for what followed.

The brunette had the honour of being his chosen tool to exhaust himself completely. There was no need to measure himself any more, no need to contemplate how much longer he could last. He had done it, he fucked all of them into a cock drunken state. Tess, Evelyn, and Yahui had all passed out. Ashley and Charlotte watched with the last embers of energy in their eyes. Valeria was twitching, giggling, moaning his name and title. Sofia screamed. Sofia screamed with utter fulfillment.

It was rough, deep, satisfying and fast. Alex reached the point of no return, then plunged into Sofia’s depths, sheathing himself inside her. His cock tensed just a few times. What cum he had left, he pumped into her. He grunted, she gushed, they both collapsed.

Alex managed to roll onto his back. Heavily breathing, he looked up at the stars between the treetops. Familiar constellations swam before his eyes. The skies swirled. It did not feel like a figment of his imagination. Then again, he was dead tired.

He closed his eyes and faded from awakeness.