Tomboy Island

Alex was swiftly surrounded by the delectable interplay of female softness and athletic hardness that marked his personal harem. Evelyn and Charlotte pushed their breasts in his face. It had been less than half an hour since he had been sucking on those nipples, but he had every bit the sexual appetite to continue.

Valeria and Tess each straddled one of his extended legs. Their hands and feet were red with clay, some of it decorating their curves as well. It gave them a tribal aesthetic, despite the goth’s paleness. Extended tongues glided over his cock. Dark-skinned and white females made out with his girthy shift trembling between their pillowy lips.

They made their way up to the tip. Together, they venerated every centimetre of the sensitive glans. Alex groaned, his senses heightened to a point where every slippery lick over the underside of his shaft made him teeter on the edge of orgasm.

An edge that he plunged down without a second thought when Tess’ lips wrapped around the head of his cock. While his own tongue fenced with Charlotte’s, while his fingers danced in and out of Evelyn’s cunt, his balls tightened with intense fervour. Cum gushed from the tip of his cock and into his first slave’s eagerly awaiting mouth.

Intense moans reverberated in Tess’ lips, as her eyes went wide. A hand closed around his shaft, masturbating the whole length of him with greedy strokes. More and more of his cum was milked into the comfort hole of the woman, whose eyes nearly shone silver as they rolled up.

Once most of the load had been extracted, Tess suddenly turned to Valeria, mashing her lips on that of her fellow slave. Surprise made her struggle for a brief moment, then the climber tasted his seed and enthusiastically returned the kiss. The two pressed against each other, moaning in evident bliss.

“I know he’s delicious, girls, but ya two are overplaying it,” Charlotte joked, gliding down her Master to pick up their slack. She licked up the single drop that oozed from the tip of his cock. “Oh Jesus,” she mumbled, then went down on him with more enthusiasm than he had ever observed.

Charlotte was a good cocksucker. If there was any advantage to her previous experiences, then it was that. She knew how to handle the sensation of a cock in her mouth, even if she couldn’t quite overcome the resistance, physical and psychological, of getting it in her throat. At this moment, she was as close to getting there as she had ever been. Not just once or twice, but on every single bob of her head.

Then, she succeeded.

Mouth wide open, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, she pressed past the barrier. A single “glack!” sound and suddenly she slipped all the way to the base of his manhood. Her entire body trembled. Her eyelids fluttered. Her neck bulged from the girth of the manhood she had sheathed inside her.

It was a brief and wonderful moment. A suppressed cough forced her to glide back up. Breathing heavily through her nose, she kept her lips vacuum tight around the tip of his cock, her swirling tongue bringing him to a second, equally intense orgasm.

Bliss was written all over Charlotte’s features, as a fresh load filled her mouth. Her fingers twitched atop his thighs, her spine curved as shoulders trembled. She was cumming. She was tasting his seed and cumming from it.

“Let me have my share,” Evelyn demanded, pulling Alex’s private slut into a kiss of her own. The reaction of the triathlete was nearly the same as Valeria. One moment, she was just curious, the next she was engaged in a heated swapping back and forth of the giant load. Pussies dripped as they made out.

Alex’s eyes were glued to the scene for a moment. Two nubile, tanned tomboys, pressing against each other, moaning and gasping, so focused on tasting his load that they nearly forgot to breathe. It only took Evelyn a few circles around her clit to set off her own orgasm.

“Master, let this cocksleeve fulfil her purpose and empty your venerated balls,” Tess panted, her tone bordering on the religious.

“You have your orders: Serve,” was all Alex had to say.

Tess climbed on top of him as swiftly as she could. Using his broad shoulders to stabilize herself, she impaled herself on his cock in one swift motion. He was harder than ever and she was wetter than ever. The moment she finished the plunge, she threw her head back and screamed as another orgasm ravished her.

“Oh, Master!” she shouted. “Your virility knows no bounds! Third round and still hard as a steel rod… oh fuck!”

Valeria had wrapped her arm around the goth. The dark skin of the half black, half latina woman contrasted harshly against the inexplicably sun-ignored skin of the goth. Rubbing the clit of her fellow sexual relief toy, she let out a heated hiss, “I’m going to lick that delicious cum out of your pussy, Tess.”

“Good,” Alex said, while the first of his slaves howled. “That’s what I want to see. I want you to taste me in each other. Bring each other pleasure, be close and loving of one another, and while you lick each other to climax after climax, always have the reminder on who is fucking your brains out on your tongues!”

A twist of Tess’ nipple had her scream on what may have been her third orgasm or the continuation of the second. Her tight folds were wrapped around him, only the strength of her meaty thighs overcoming the sheer grip of the spasming corridor.

That was all the moving Alex had to do. A moment later, it became the only moving Alex could do. Charlotte and Evelyn had swapped back and forth his cum to the point that there was nothing left and now camped their heads between the parted legs of Tess and Valeria to weigh his sack on their tongues. Only now that he was receiving direct attention, did he notice how heavy and full they felt - even more than before. Was there even a limit to his virility now?

Tess was intent on finding out. Well, a part of Tess was intent on finding out. Whatever active mind she had, she was actively scrambling with every plunge. “OH! YEEEE-e-eessss!” she screamed, the combined efforts of her own bounced and Valeria’s fingers adding yet another peak to her neverending chain of orgasms. 

Alex marveled at her round tits. Enormous mounds of alabaster white, yet as soft as… nothing else. A heavenly cloud, perhaps? Nothing real could aptly compare, nothing but the tits of an equally endowed cumdump.

And a cumdump she was. Alex held on for as long as he could. It wasn’t going to be the end for him, but she would not be able to move once she got what she craved, of that he was certain. He indulged in the drawn out ecstasy she brought him. He reveled in the sight of her toned midriff shifting with each spasm, of her thighs tensing into sculpted displays, then relaxing into jiggle and smooth skin. Her cunt was a swollen ring of flushed pink around his cock, the outer folds clinging so intensely to his manhood they lagged slightly behind her every ascend.

She plunged one more time.

She screamed.

Alex came.

Tess lost her voice, her mind, and any semblance of balance.

Alex caught only the first gush of love juices, breaking on his crotch, before massive tits spilled on his chest. O-mouthed, eyes rolled up, Tess was jittering head to toe. She was nearly silent. Bits of air managed to push past the block in her throat, creating short-lived sounds that made Alex realize why the French called this ‘the little death’. A death of pure bliss, if anything, followed immediately by a rebirth.

Locked muscles relaxed for a breath moment. Tess howled, while more of his cum pumped into her depths. His climax was long. Three spurts, four spurts, five spurts, each of them just a little less intense than the last. He felt like he was cumming twice the amount that he ever had before.

By the time his orgasm was abating, Tess was still in the midst of hers. The service of the three other sex slaves had halted, all three of them instead following the sheer depth of Tess’ bliss unfolding. She truly was just a cocksleeve in that moment. Part of her instincts drove her to roll her hips, making him spill every last drop in her depths.

When she finally stopped moving, she was just pressed against him for a solid minute. “Oh fuck…” she whispered. “It feels like… you’ve poured pure bliss into me… fuck…”

“And you taste like orgasms,” Charlotte added. “The fruit diet has its upsides…?” A little doubt snuck into her voice.

“You really just are a born sex slave if you like creampies that much,” Valeria commented.

“We all are,” Evelyn stated. “My turn to prove it.”

The serving only ended once they each had a fresh load deep inside them.