Tomboy Island

The storm of motion afterwards was difficult to follow even as the one that was enacting it.

He tasted her. One hand was at the back of her head, parting her messy and yet smooth, brown hair. Her lips were mashed on his and she could go nowhere. She was writhing under his pinning grasp, testing his brawn, and surrendering her tongue to his advances when she found she could go nowhere. She tasted sweet, of the fruits of the island and of womanhood willingly given to him.

She was on her back. No longer did she hug his arm. She was underneath him, legs parted, drawing her swollen mons apart with trembling fingers. He hung above her, ready to penetrate her. His cock was hard and made to sink into her. Her brown eyes were filled not with the aggression of a thrillseeker out to find her next challenge or the jest of a tomboy but the complete and utter surrender of a submissive.

Alex rubbed the tip of his cock against the displayed pink of her virgin labia. All it would take was one thrust, one moment and another olympic athlete as hot as the sun was his. Not just any athlete, Selana, a woman he had known for years, that he had thought of as a friend, that he had desired, that he now realized he had not just lusted after.

There was utter surrender in her eyes. She was weak - no, she was making herself weak. She put herself in this position, offered herself up for him to play with, for him to exploit.

After all this time desiring her, did he want to take what she had given no one else this fast?

Alex pulled back. The withdrawal made Selana gasp with blissful disappointment. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” she swooned, her dreamy voice between the thrill seeking tomboy he knew and a woman possessed by desire.

Alex pinched her nipple and twisted.

Selana’s reaction was violent in the best possible way. Her large chest curved into his grasp, urging him to keep doing what he was doing. He did more, sinking his other hand into her left tit and squeezing the abundant flesh until it spilled between his fingers.

It was a rough way to treat anyone, especially a virgin. Selana’s cries turned nearly silent in response. Alex released her tits to give the twin, caramel mounds a passionate smack instead. They jiggled, as tits of that size ought to and Selana shouted in delight.

Alex grabbed her by the throat next, kept her pinned down, and felt her body writhe in ecstasy under his while he bowed down to whisper in her ear. “Why did we wait this long when you’re such an obvious masochistic submissive and I adore those?” he asked, an honest sign of regret in his voice. “I adore you. Fuck, I just got another reason why I should have flirted with you earlier… better late than never… now you’ll be mine.”

He released her throat and she inhaled. There was a hint of disappointment in the sound. She stared up at the stars, then up at his cock. He stood over her now. “What are you doing to me?” she asked again and this time it was only a question of his intentions.

“Whatever I want,” he answered.

“Per…mission to join?”

Alex half-turned his head, looking at the crowd of women that were watching the scene. At the first night, those with him had been dripping wet because of an aphrodisiac mist. The second night, those with him had been dripping wet because he had been pounding someone afflicted with the same mist back into sanity. The third night, those with him had been dripping wet because he had proven himself confident and capable. He had thought that one would go uncontested. The start of his harem would not easily be surpassed.

Now he realized he was wrong. It was not starting a harem that was worth the exercise, it was having it that was the true glory. Those behind him were dripping wet not because they were afflicted with anything or because they hoped he could help them scratch an itch. They were dripping wet for him. They stood at attention, pussy juices running down their thighs, waiting for his word. They were his harem, his sex slaves, his submissives and they all stared at him with, at least, adoration and, most of them, love.

“Permission to join, Master?” Tess repeated her question, his brooding silence leaving them all shuddering. The tropical night was far from cold.

“Permission to join?” Alex let every ounce of dramatic disapproval he had in him flow into these words. “I don’t remember telling you to stop servicing me, cocksleeve.”

“Oh fuck,” the curse felt out of place in the torrent of submissive flesh that followed. Prideful Evelyn to bashful Ashley all fell to their knees and crawled up to his cock. All of them were utterly reduced to a state of mindless subservience. It was as if they were hypnotized - but they were not.

Alex knew each of them. Briefer than he would have preferred, but he knew them. Each of them was a submissive for their own reasons. They each had their own borders, their own preferences, their own wants and desires and none of them were so weak willed that they could be controlled into doing this. They were exactly where they wanted to be.

That fact made all of this perfect.

Alex stood above Selana. The masochistic thrillseeker panted heavily, as if she was riding on a high frequency vibrator. Instead, all she was doing was watching the scene of his cock getting served by a constantly changing set of tongues. There just wasn’t enough space for Tess, Charlotte, Evelyn, Valeria, Ashley and Sofia to all worship his manhood at the same time. They were competing, yet they also knew to give each other space. They knew they were not individual women vying for his love and attention. They were all his. He was all of theirs.

“Fuck,” he heard behind him again. The word was pushed out in a moment of heat.

Only two women at the camp were not in his harem at the moment. Yahui stood there, her thick thighs parted just enough that the dripping of her cunt sparkled in the starlight as the clear liquid fell. The lady was the image of a high class courtesan. Elegant, yes, and yet also an entity of lust. There was no mask to her face, just naked desire formed by graceful features.

Blair was different. The slut was masturbating, rubbing her cunt as she watched the scene as if her fingers could achieve even a fraction of the delight that his slaves were. She nearly collapsed, knees quivering with each repeated wave of bliss that ran through her. Incomplete bliss, devoid of what she truly needed.

Alex left them to stir in their indecision for now.

He focused on the scene before him. He stared at Selana, who writhed at the edge of orgasm just because of what was happening. She did not dare touch herself. “Good girls,” he spoke two simple words and all seven of them cried in unison, a mini-orgasm hitting all of them.

Unable to hold on any longer, Alex came. Cum surged up his shaft and rained down on Selana. Drops of white ordained her face, her tits, and her midriff, as each consecutive spurt lost intensity. Moaning blissfully, apparently orgasming from the taste, Selana spasmed on the floor as she licked up what had landed in reach of her tongue. “Oh, thank youuuuuu!”

“Thank you…?” Alex waited for that one word.

“Thank you, Master!” Selana delivered.

That was what he wanted to hear. He allowed himself a pleased smile to break his dominant persona for a moment, before returning straight to it. The other girls were all trying to catch a taste of the remaining drops of cum that they milked from his cock. Lewd moans and words of delight fueled another thought.

“You said you were a cumslut, right?” he asked and looked over his shoulder.

Blair snapped out of her self-pleasuring stupor the moment she realized she was the focus of his attention. “Y-yeah?” she stammered only because of the spasms that made her lungs quiver. There was not an ounce of shame on the redhead slut’s face.

“I’m offering you a treat on a nubile platter.” Alex gestured at the sex slave on the floor, marked by the heavy spurts of his orgasm. “You’ll only have to pay me with a kiss.”

Blair contemplated for only a moment. The warning that he had given her when they had met on the shore earlier that day must have still been fresh on her mind. Casual sex he was up for, but not being used as a meat dildo. What he truly wanted was more than casual sex as well. He had been very upfront about all of that.

Whether Blair had made up her mind or just did not consider lapping his load off another woman’s skin to be a violation of her comfort zone, Alex did not know. The redhead quietly walked forwards, then grabbed his arm.

Pursed lips parted and she moaned, overwhelmed by the aggressiveness of his kiss. His fingers sunk into her shapely ass while he wrestled her tongue into submission. It was a swift affair - or maybe it took several minutes. In the process of making out with the redhead, Alex lost sense of time.

Eventually, when he felt he had made his point, he let go of her. Blair collapsed into the soft grass. On all fours, she made her way around the six kneeling cock worshippers.

“Yeah, just make all of this even hotter, fuck,” Selana managed to joke between her audible breaths. “Have your women lick every inch of my body.”

Alex smirked, Blair pushed air out her nose in an amused manner, and then the redhead dragged her tongue over the mountain biker’s brown flesh. The pink muscle followed a line of thick seed from Selana’s collarbone over the flattened mound of her breast, all the way to her midriff. The motion began with a modicum of elegance, but rapidly devolved into a moaning, desperate need to taste more.

“Oh god, yessh!” Blair slurred past her extended tongue, immediately finding the next spurt that had covered the masochistic thrillseeker. The redhead’s hands were flat on the ground to keep her stable. “I’m cum… cum—nngghhhh!” A fresh set of quivers nearly made the climaxing cumslut stop in her cleaning service.

“Just think about it, this could be the taste on your tongue for the rest of your life.” Alex talked over the excited gasps and licks of Tess, Charlotte, Sofia, Ashley, Evelyn and Valeria, none of which had stopped for even a moment in their veneration of his cock. “From the source, lapped off skin, or even out of the cunts of your fellow sex slaves. That’s what I offer in the bedroom. I offer so much more beyond that too. Why sleep around when you can sleep with me?”

The words left an impact. Covering Selana with most of her own body, Blair halted in her cum tasting efforts to glance up at Alex with her green eyes. She was inhaling to deliver an answer…

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Alex attention was grabbed just as his arm was by the Chinese beauty that had been watching from behind all this time. Yahui’s skin felt unusually cool against his, especially for how flushed she was. The detail remained on Alex’s mind only for a moment. Her face, so utterly dominated by honest desire, was more interesting to him.

Yahui leaned up and he claimed her lips as he had with Selana, grabbing the back of her head to pull her into an entanglement of mouth and tongue that he dominated. Heated breaths were her response. She melted in his grasp, letting go of that autonomy she had held onto during previous sexual exchanges between them.

“I want this,” she panted between kisses. “I want you, Master. I doubted. I considered. I’m done doubting. Enslave me.”

“You have seen how I like to celebrate that event,” he grunted back.

The arm around Yahui’s shoulder relaxed and the bottom heavy gymnast lowered herself with olympic grace. Then, she crawled like a needy bitch to his front, rolled onto her back next to Selana, and pulled her legs up. The Chinese woman’s flexibility was impressive. Effortlessly, without the aid of her hands, she got her knees next to her head. Her drenched cunt was on full display in the limited light of campfire and stars. It was enough to make out every erotic detail.

“Me too, Master!” Selana growing patient, howled. She shoved Blair off, to mimic Yahui’s pose. She wasn’t quite as flexible, but she was far from stiff.

Alex’s approving gaze wandered onto Blair. “What about you? Ready to turn into my-”

“Private slut, yes,” the redhead broke before he could even finish the question. “You’re not a man. You’re a Master. I’m not going to be the idiot that doesn’t see that. I’ve seen you pound everyone else earlier. You’re thrice the man you appear to be - and you don’t look like little. I only need you.” Blair, too, assumed the presenting position.

The sense of achievement Alex felt was indescribable. Nine women he had found so far and nine of them were either his or just waiting for him to officialize the act. ‘No reason to delay this any further,’ he thought. “Play with yourself as I make our harem even larger,” he ordered his current cumdumps.

The signal was understood, the six of them backing off and giving him the space he required to lower himself on Selana. The heat that had kicked all of this off had only grown more intense in her eyes. The bristling energy had raised to an almost tangible electricity in the air. Alex only had to rub the tip of his cock against her labia to make her cry ecstatically.

“OH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!” she screamed when he finally penetrated her. Her large breasts, confined between her toned thighs, jiggled with every electric shock that traveled through her curves.

Alex was trying to find her sensitive spots as he penetrated her. The exploration was so smooth, had he been any less horny he may have questioned it. All he had to do was slide in deeper to make her scream louder. It was as if she was made for his cock and his cock alone. If that wasn’t already true, it would be true by the end of the night.

She was tight, yet not so tight to inhibit his movements. Virgin she was, he believed her on that. It truly was that she was just perfect for him. The depth of her cunt, the grip of her walls, her body and her stamina, all of them meant he could go all out from the start, despite this being her first time.

And all out he went. “Master!” she screamed when he plunged into her the second time. “Master!” she screamed during the third descend too. “Master! Master! Master!” the shouts kept on coming, always closely following the ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of fucking her stretched tunnel.

The clapping of his groin against her ass and thighs continued long after the first orgasm robbed Selana of her voice.

Back arching, eyes rolling up, the thrillseeker was being taken for a ride that no mountain trail could ever compare to. Her tits were bouncing, her ass was his cushion, and he worked her head like a handle. His fingers clawed into her scalp, while he grunted like an animal.

One orgasm rolled into a second. Before arriving at this island, Alex had been the cause of only a few multiple orgasms. Since arriving here, he had a lot more practice in it. His stamina, the accuracy of his motions, his instincts, all of them were honed to a degree that made him feel superhuman.

It probably made her feel like she was in heaven.

Any semblance of control had been removed from Selana’s facial features. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes were unfocused and barely visible behind her constantly fluttering lids, and the corners of her mouth twitched into the occasional, cock drunk grin. Slurred noises were all the well worn, freshly deflowered cocksleeve could produce.

Just when Alex thought he was looking at the face of absolute ecstasy, he came inside her. His field of view was dominated by white lightning, Through that curtain, he could still make out as Selana’s mouth stretched into a blissed-out O-shape. She wasn’t just spasming, she was vibrating. All of her muscles were tense, as if every last fibre was pulled taut in support of her cunt wringing every last drop out of him.

His cock kept on tensing inside her. The load that he had covered her with had been large. Just by how often Alex felt his cock tense, he knew this one was easily twice that of a normal man’s. His hard cock just kept on twitching, delivering long spurts into the depth of his newest willing sex slave.

She did not remain the newest for long. Once Alex’s orgasm had subsided and he had drunk in the view of the curvy, toned tomboy turned quivering mass of pliable flesh, he pulled out and moved over to his next property in wait of claiming.

Shuffling over to the right, Alex lost no time sinking into Yahui. The Chinese woman howled at the penetration. “You’re tighter than usual,” her Master grunted, gradually sheathing himself completely inside her.

“I’ll only get enslaved once,” Yahui purred, then cried again when he started to fuck her in earnest. “Boundless stamina… a chisseled body… a go—o-ood heart!” she moaned his praises, while he used her gushing little hole as his private relief tool.

Yahui was absolutely gorgeous in the moment that she first climaxed as his sex slave. Any restraint she had put on herself was gone. “That’s it, cum for me,” Alex spurred her on. Motionless inside her twitching cunt, he flicked her pointy nipples and grabbed her meaty thighs. She didn’t strike him as a masochist, at least not one of Selana’s level, so he did not twist or maul her sensitive bits.

Pinning the tanned gymnast down was enough to get her submissive instincts going. The moment her orgasm ebbed away, she was circling her hips to entice him back into fucking her. Something that he immediately did, eager to keep reinforcing the bliss of having chosen her Master well.

In and out, with power he did not know he had possessed until he had needed to test it in this wilderness. Petite breasts quaked, ass and thighs took the impact. It was the same position as Selana, the sensations being similar was therefore expected. Even if they were similar, they were each new and valuable because the woman screaming in ecstasy was another one.

Almond-shaped eyes were clenched shut, lips tightly pressed together, only for both to relax and show Yahui’s multi-orgasmic expression of mindless surrender. “Maasss-hhhh-teee-e-eeeerr!” she slurred in the midst of her delight. “Cummmmhmmmm inshiiiiiiide meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Even if I get you pregnant?” Alex asked with a groan. Something told him he still wouldn’t, that it was not yet time for either of them, and yet he asked. He wanted to hear her answer.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” Yahui screamed, all of her ladylike grace given up to emphasize her need. “FILL MEEEE, MAAAAAAA-SSSS-SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTEe-e-eeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!”

Alex rammed into her one last time. All noises by Yahui went quiet, letting the various gasps and moans of the circle of mutually masturbating cocksleeves around them fill the void. Where his ears were taken by the sounds of his remaining harem, his eyes remained focused solely on the gorgeous Asian woman and the spasms that wrecked her. Squirting and drooling, she received each drop of his cum.

“That’s a good cumdump.” Alex slowly pulled out of her, letting the tightness of her clenching folds wring the last few drops out of him. The sex slave under him was busy just giggling and twitching, her pleasure nerves fried by the overload.

That had been his third orgasm in less then 30 minutes and yet still his cock was as hard as an iron rod. Alex didn’t even know how many times he had cum that day alone. Eight, maybe ten times? Even more than that? It was difficult to keep track when he could just casually plunge into willing cunts.

One last cunt was on offer and he moved to claim it. The masturbation and sapphic entanglements around him reached some kind of feverpitch. Alex grinned at the hopeless perversion of these tomboys. Watching him claim the last of the camp was getting them boundlessly aroused.

Blair was laying still on her back, the occasional shiver of anticipation notwithstanding. Her expression was an odd mixture of utterly needy and completely calm. The slut knew what she wanted and it was him. No more other men, that was what she was wanting out of this. On that their goals aligned.

“I’m going to make you forgot you aren’t a virgin,” Alex said and smacked his cock down on her swollen mons.

Blair twitched, as if something cold had touched her. “I’ve not been this sensitive in… ever,” she muttered, then panted while he teasingly rocked back and forth, dragging his shaft through her outer lips. He was wet with the juices of two other women, not to mention the tongues of six more, and the redhead stared at that manhood. Suddenly, her green eyes snapped up to his. “Break me,” begged breathily. “Just break me. I know you can do it. Please, destroy my conception of sex and turn me into your sex slave completely.”

“Charlotte struggled a bit, you know,” Alex said just to tease.

“Charlotte didn’t get to watch you turn for woman into putty. You’re the man that meets my needs.”

“I’m so much more than that… but let’s prove one thing at a time, sex slave.” Titling her that made the redhead nod with blank-faced eagerness. Alex pulled his hips back and then, finally, sunk into her.

Blair was tight. His girthy cock stretched her insides while he quickly penetrated her fully. She had a nicely balanced figure. Decently sized tits, hips that were average, and a body toned and shaped through deliberate effort. She was not quite as blessed as Yahui or Selana, with wide hips or large tits, but the pale Scottish woman was attractive in her own right. They all were.

Under the rolled up skin of her midriff, hard muscles shifted while his cock pushed into the depths of her cunt. Both of them groaned when his groin touched the hairless perfection of her swollen labia. Circling her clit with his thumb, he slowly pulled out.

He began slow, really tasted the moment. For the first time, the entire camp well and truly was his harem. There had been moments before when he had slept with everyone currently around, but this was the first time he actually well and truly OWNED them all by their willing surrender. He was surrounded by gorgeous nubile tomboys, all of them meeting the base of his own kinks with their own, some of them more masochistic, some of them more submissive, but none of them anything else than his sex slaves.

“Oh fu- oh fuck!” Blair’s high-pitched cry announced her first orgasm. It hadn’t even been a minute yet, but there she was, writhing and screaming. That was Alex’s signal to go all out.

Grabbing her ankles, he pinned her feet to the ground. Her ass rose up even higher in response. His cock rammed into her at a practically straight angle. That she was clenching and twitching all around his manhood barely mattered. She was so wet, Alex could feet gooey strands of love juices draw between her thighs and the surrounding area of his cock whenever he drew back.

The speed of his pounding rapidly accelerated to a blurry pace. Blair was screaming at first, but soon had turned herself hoarse. “Master - Masssteeeeeeeeeeeeer!” she cried, the volume diminishing gradually. He did not stop. He could not stop.

All around him, his harem pleasuring itself. Women were working their own cunts or that of their fellow cocksleeves in an attempt to meet the speed at which he was pounding the redhead. Only Yahui and Selana did not touch themselves, still too cockdrunk to do anything more than watch. It almost felt like they were getting off on that alone.

Blair turned into more and more of a mess. Sweat covered her pale curves. Repeated squirting cascaded down her midriff. The flickering light of the campfire reflected on her, making the redhead seem like an incarnation of fire and lust.

Alex was tempted to feed the cumslut another meal, but in the end decided to just keep on pounding her until the constant motions made his tired muscles stop. Deep inside her, he rested and let the orgasmic clenches of her cunt do the rest.

Cum spurted into her. Blair’s multi-orgasmic spasming had just started to turn down. Now it returned, twice as strong, setting her mind ablaze with fresh ecstasy. Curling her ass up as much as she could, she pressed her shapely ass against him, getting the tip of his cock as close to her womb as possible. Her hands ripped bushels of grass out of the ground, as fingers clawed at whatever there was.

The load felt just as large as what he had pumped into Selana and Yahui. It was concerning, perhaps even impossible, but he only cared about this moment of utter satisfaction. Nine nubile tomboys all around him, nine private sluts and sex slaves for him to do with as he pleased.

Standing up, Alex beheld his work. Blair, Selana and Yahui were all three cock drunk, their agape pussies leaking his seed. The one-track mind, the adrenaline junky and the lady all three wore the same expression of total bliss.

“Master…” “Master!” “Masssss-tehr…” “Mashtahr!” “Master.” “Mhhhmasster!”

Alex smiled at each of the six other sex slaves around him. “You’ve been very patient. Good girls,” he told them, causing a wave of adoring sounds all around. His hard cock twitched and there was plenty of holes to choose from.

He had a long and wonderful night ahead of him.