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No more clothes for you tonight.

12/24/2005

Laura enjoyed accompanying her husband, Arthur, to the
remote Rocky Island cabin for his bird field studies. The
cabin sat on the edge of a spruce forest above a beach on a
small island far off the coast of Alaska. Arthur spent the
day with his spotting scope off in the blind, counting birds.
As a kindergarten teacher, Laura had the whole summer off.
For weeks at the cabin she had every day completely alone
in a place so remote that it was rare for a boat to appear on
the far horizon or an airplane to pass overhead.

Part of the pleasure of this remote privacy was the ability
to forget about wearing clothing. As long as it wasn't
cold or rainy, Laura never bothered with pants or panties,
just wearing a long t-shirt or fleece top from the morning
when she cooked breakfast, through the day spent reading
or walking on the shore, and into the evening when she climbed
into the double-sized sleeping bag with Arthur and wrapped
her legs around him for the nightly fuck that she always
insisted on. If the sun was out, she did without her top,
too, and wore nothing but her sturdy clogs.

Each morning after Arthur left for his studies, Laura would
bathe on the front deck of the cabin with water warmed on
the camp stove, washing her long, brown hair, her breasts,
underarms and, most thoroughly of all, between her legs,
rubbing her clit, vagina and anus with the rough fabric
of a washcloth, the cushioned resistance of a sponge, and
with her slippery, soapy hands. After drying in the sun,
she would apply a thick layer of sun block to all her sensitive
spots-she brought cases of the stuff. Then she would sit
back on a lawn chair to read from the large box of erotic stories
she had brought while lazily rubbing her clit, sometimes
with her fingers and sometimes with a selection from her
extensive collection of battery-operated vibrators.
Within half an hour her cunt would be wet and her skin flushed,
and that was how she would go through the day, always keeping
herself at the forward edge of arousal, just short of the
need to come as soon as possible.

Walking on the beach or working in the cabin, at any time
of the day, she might feel the warmth in her scalp and the
sensitivity in her hard nipples was enough-she had to have
more. Then, wherever she was, she would grab her favorite
vibrator-the big, red one that filled her up, wiggled inside
on her G spot, and vibrated bunny ears on her clit-and she
would sit or squat or just lie on the ground, and she would
do it until she came. In her state of excitement, it only
took a few minutes to come whenever she wanted to, and if
she felt like it, she would keep going and come and come and
come. There in the wilderness, she was free to scream and
laugh at the eagles flying overhead while she gave herself
orgasms several times a day, the hours speeding by until
Arthur returned.

One late summer afternoon a boat appeared on the horizon
while Laura was sitting on the beach with her legs spread
and a toy plunging in and out of her cunt. The boat slowly
approached. She resented anyone invading her world and
she got mad. No holding off: she brought on her orgasm quickly,
just one little one this time, and put her long shirt back
on, fuming at the beat-up fishing boat that came right into
her cove and dropped an anchor. It was some kind of small
fishing boat, its paint all peeling, with the name "Predator"
painted on the bow.

Arthur tried to calm her down that evening. After all, the
waters were free to anyone. Laura said, "OK, then
you won't mind if I go outside like this?" She
pulled her shirt over her head, so she was naked, and went
for the door.

"I don't think they could see you at this distance, "
he said, uncertainly.

Laura loved Arthur dearly, and she enjoyed his fit, slender
body immensely-he did absolutely anything she told him
to do sexually, and his long, slender penis was always ready.
But she wished sometimes he could be a little more assertive,
more commanding. She came back from the door and looked
at him with exasperation, but also a feeling of nurturing.
That was just the way he was.

Absentmindedly, she pushed his dinner dish aside and placed
her naked butt on the table instead, facing him and resting
her feet on his knees as he sat, her legs spread in front of
him. He smiled up at her. She grabbed his head by the ears
and gently but firmly pushed his face down on her cunt. As
soon as his carefully trimmed mustache touch the soft wet
flesh there, she felt his mouth go expertly to work sucking
on her clit and tickling it up and down on his tongue, just
as she had taught him to do. Her tension and anger about the
arrival of the boat drifted away as she closed her eyes and
concentrated on what Arthur's mouth was doing, hearing
only the waves softly rolling in on the beach and the slurping
sound as he drank her ample juices. It didn't take long
for her to come again-she'd been interrupted on the
beach using the vibrator less and an hour before-and this
one lasted as she squeezed Arthur's head firmly between
her thighs, arched her back, groaned deeply, and sank her
elbow into the pot of cooling Dinty Moore stew.

That night after Arthur was asleep, Laura got up to look
out in the midnight twilight of the Alaska summer at the
boat anchored just offshore. There was a light on. She quietly
set up Arthur's high-powered scope to see what was
going on aboard the boat. She could see a man sitting at a
table in the wheelhouse. He had a full, thick beard, black,
thick stringy hair, also jet black, and he was wearing a
torn flannel shirt, black with dirt and grease. Not her
type. Usually. She tried to see what he was reading at the
table. He kept shifting and moving in his seat, with one
hand hidden from view under the table. Then she saw that
it was a porno magazine. Laura could see he was looking at
a fold-out of a slutty woman with her legs wide spread and
the fisherman was masturbating.

Jerkily, he stood. For a moment, Laura lost focus on him
in the lens, and then she saw he was facing shore, facing
her. She looked around. The cabin was dark. There was no
way she could be seen watching. In the light inside the boat's
cabin, she could see his penis sticking upward as he stood,
facing the shore. It was enormous. Huge and thick, like
a tree growing out of him, and glistening with lotion. And
his big, dirty hands were rubbing it up and down while he
writhed, standing, his legs spread apart on the deck. Laura
reached down and rubbed herself in time with him, feeling
her responsive cunt tighten and grow wet and her breath
grow short. She fumbled and found a small, quiet vibrator
close at hand. Then she saw him come, a fountain of white
semen spurting forth as he jerked this way and that on his
feet. He sat down hard, panting, resting. Then he pulled
off his shirt and wiped himself with it. His chest was huge
and hairy and she could almost smell it through the spotting
scope. She started to come, too, trying to remain silent
so as not to wake Arthur, and unable to continue looking
through the scope. As she sat back, catching her breath,
she wondered why the man in the boat had chosen to masturbate
right there by the window. Could he have known she was watching?
<br>
In the morning after Arthur left, Laura kept her shirt on,
feeling angry with the boat, but also excited that the man
she had secretly masturbated with was there on board. Distracted
and unable to concentrate on anything else, she finally
decided to go through with her morning bathing after all.
She stood on the sunny deck, facing the boat, and pulled
off her shirt, then began the ritual of pouring the water
over head and wetting her whole sleek, white body. Pretending
she had forgotten something inside, she darted in the door
of the cabin and peered out around the corner of the window
with binoculars. She saw two figures on the boat, both looking
straight at the cabin. The black haired one was there, and
now a blond as well, also with a big, shaggy beard. Both were
huge, mountainous men. As she looked harder, she noticed
they were pushing each other. They had one spotting scope
on a tripod aimed at the cabin, and they were fighting over
who would get to watch her.

Laura stepped back on the deck to give them a show worthy
of their conflict. She stood up on a wooden box so they would
be able to see everything. She took the sponge and slowly
washed one side, then the other, washed her large breasts
carefully, pushing them up and rubbing the nipples, which
already stood out hard. Then she bent over so her ass and
the slit of her cunt would be facing the boat, and started
washing her crack carefully and slowly, rubbing up and
down with a slippery, soapy hand again and again. Bending
down further she looked between her legs out toward the
boat. Both me were on deck now, one of either side, both had
their pants around their ankles and were jerking off as
fast as they could go. She stood up, turned around, and picked
up her binoculars. They couldn't help see that she
was looking at them. The black haired one kept on rubbing
himself, but the blond jumped up pulled his pants on. Laura
was frustrated that she didn't get to check out his
penis.

Instead of coming now, Laura decided to tease herself and
her watchers some more. She put on a short shirt that barely
covered her ass and went for a walk on the beach. Strolling
along, she bent over every now and then to pick up a pebble
of a shell, making sure her rear end was facing toward the
fishing boat when she did. She could feel the shirt riding
up and showing off her ass. She spread her legs so they could
see the whole thing. She was getting very hot and decided
to head back to the cabin to use her favorite vibrator, the
big red one, when she saw the two men on the Predator were
launching a dingy to come ashore.

Suddenly frightened, Laura rushed to the cabin to put on
a pair of pants. It had been so long since she had worn them-several
days-where could they be? She starting wildly dumping
out bags and digging through the dirty clothes bag looking
for them, but looking up she saw the dingy was just arriving
on the beach. She decided to walk out and meet them as she
was, tugging her short shirt down as best she could so it
would at least cover all of her pubic hair.

"Hi, how are you? What can I do for your gentlemen?"
she asked.

The black haired man laughed a deep, rumbling, and dirty-minded
laugh. The blond said, "Good morning, how are you
doing?"

"I'm doing just great. I haven't seen another
person for two weeks, except my husband."

"Husband?" grunted the black haired one.
<br>
"Yes, he's here, " Laura said.

Both men looked crestfallen.

"Figures, " said the black haired guy, and
he turned to walk back to the dingy.

"So what brings you here?" Laura asked.

The blond said, "Nothing. We're hunting. We're
going to kill some birds here. Maybe ducks, geese, or whatever.
We like killing all of them, eat some of them, or just for
fun."

Laura said, "You can't do that. My husband is
here to study the birds. He has a permit for use of the whole
island."

"Yeah?" the blond guy said. He dropped his gaze,
perhaps feeling as dejected as his friend. "I guess
we can find another island." He turned to go back to
his boat.

"Don't go yet, " Laura said. They both
looked at her sharply. "Stay for dinner. My husband
will be back at 5."

They stood still. The black haired guy said, "You
going to make it worth it for us to stay?"

Laura nodded. "Just stay out on the boat until 5, "
she said.

When the men were safely back out on their boat, Laura set
about fulfilling her promise. She carried her supplies
down to the beach. She lay out a blanket. Her breath was shallow.
She was excited and scared. She heard a metallic rumble
and saw that the fishing boat was pulling up anchor. Were
they leaving before she could put on her show? No, they were
moving closer. With the fishing boat anchored just a few
hundred feet away, and the men now sitting on the foredeck,
their clothes completely removed, she took off her shirt
and lay on the blanket on the beach, naked.

First she struck different poses. On her hands and knees
with her butt in the air. Lying on her side facing them (and
watching their penises grow hard). Lying on her back and
slowly spreading her legs, lifting them up in the air stiffly
so her cunt would open wide between the two long, firm limbs,
facing in their direction. Then she got out her largest
dildo. On hands and knees, she started by sucking it, then
she reached around and pushed it into her cunt. It was a tight
fit, and she had to push hard and spread her legs as wide as
she could. She put her face down on the blanket and used both
hands, jamming the huge dildo into her cunt, then fucking
herself with it, fast, jamming it in again and again. It
filled her up completely.

She rolled over, lay on her back, with her legs spread and
in the air, and her head cocked back. She pulled the dildo
out and turned on a vibrator to work on her cunt and clit.
Then she took the dildo, wet from her cunt, and sucked it
into her mouth, slowly working it into her throat, fighting
her gag reflex to get it as far down as possible. This, she
knew, would drive the men crazy. She was truly expert at
giving head, and she thought she might be able to get the
whole dildo down, although she had never tried with such
a large one. Concentrating hard, she kept working, until
finally she felt the balls against her face.

She was in that position when she heard a voice over her.
It was the black haired hunter. They had come ashore without
Laura hearing it because she was concentrating so hard
on her show.

He said, "You might as well do that to me as that piece
of rubber."

She pulled out the dildo and turned off the vibrator. He
was standing inches away, completely naked except for
his rubber boots, and she could see his large, fat cock,
the largest she had ever seen. And she could smell him, all
that black hair on his body holding his smoky male small.
<br>
"When was the last time you washed?" she asked.
<br>
"I don't remember, " he said. "I'm
dirty. So suck me clean."

He knelt down to where she was lying, her head propped up
on an elbow, and, holding her head, pushed the soft tip of
his penis against her lips. She resisted for a moment, but
the truth was that she wanted it and she knew now was the time
to give in. She opened her mouth and let the very tip of the
penis pressing against her lips come in. It wasn't
going to be easy. She opened as wide as she could to get the
huge head of the penis in. It pushed in, filling her mouth
completely. It tasted salty and musky. She swallowed to
gobble down as much of the shaft in as she could while it pushed
insistently into her. Black-hair gasped and groaned.
She felt she was getting the better of him: she was in control
now. Turning over onto her hands and knees, she swallowed
and sucked in even more cock. He said, "Oh my god!"
Then she sucked as hard as she could and started bobbing
her head on him fast. His deep voice moaned and he came, a
big load of cum that she could feel filling her mouth and
then splashing between her breasts as she pulled back.
She looked up. The blond was standing by, his eyes wide,
his cock hard. It wasn't as fat as the black-hair's,
but it was as long. Laura said, "Bring it here."
<br>
He knelt before her and she took his dirty cock in her mouth,
tasting the sour, salty flavor, but eager to suck. Still
on her hands and knees, she grabbed his low hanging balls
as a handle and jammed him into her mouth. He was fucking
her mouth, but only at her command, as she held his balls
tightly in her fist. With that soft, long shaft in her mouth
and halfway down her throat, she suddenly felt a furry face
between her legs. Black-hair was lying down between her
legs, lapping her cunt furiously while his beard and mustache
roughly brushed her inner thighs. Unlike Arthur, he wasn't
careful and expert-he was eating her as fast and roughly
as he liked. Laura started to groan and rock, forcing the
cock in her mouth deeper until it suddenly came, sweet,
salty cum that shot right down her throat and made her choke.
But she didn't pull back. She was enjoying the man between
her legs too much. She sat down hard on him, rocked back and
forth on him, and came on his tongue and face.

Laura rolled over on her back and looked up at them standing
above her, and smiled. She would need another bath, with
semen on her face and hair and their a man's strong smell
all over her body. Their penises hung limp and they looked
down at her like two sun-dazed dogs.

She said, "See you at dinner time. Now, off you go."
She swept them away with a wave of her fingertips, as she
did with her kindergarteners at the end of circle time.
<br>
Laura spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the cabin
and getting the best of the food together. She cleared away
all the vibrators and most of the erotica, but left a few
choice picture books here and there. She wore her longest
shirt-really, it was a dress-but didn't put on panties.
<br>
When Arthur got back to the cabin Laura told him the two men
from the boat were coming to dinner (she was secretly embarrassed
that she still didn't know their names). Arthur was
surprised and asked about her encounter with them, which
she glossed over by saying it was, "very friendly, "
and that they "found they had common interests."
She also told him that they were bird hunters and that they
were leaving the next day rather than spoil his research.
Arthur seemed relieved that they were leaving, although
she wasn't sure it was the birds he was worried about.
She liked that. She wasn't sure what she wanted tonight,
but she knew she wanted Arthur to be strong-a real man like
the hunters-and not let her push him around.

The two men looked hilarious. They had tried to do their
best grooming for dinner, but they didn't know how.
Their hands and faces were scrubbed and their hair washed
and combed, but it wouldn't stay orderly and stuck
out in every direction. Although they wore rough working
clothes, the clothes were clean, and apparently for that
reason they walked as stiffly as if they were wearing tuxedos.
<br>
Arthur introduced himself, and to her surprise Laura found
the three men quickly struck up a lively conversation and
birds, their habitats, and what species could be found
on the island. Laura retreated into the cabin to finish
dinner in the cabin. When she looked out the window, the
party had livened up. The men were passing a bottle of 190
proof Everclear-almost pure grain alcohol-and laughing
loudly, as if at dirty jokes. Laura slipped out the door.
Arthur turned and commanded her, "Go back inside."
<br>
She stopped still. Laura wasn't sure he'd ever
talked to her that way before, and she almost snapped at
him. Then she saw the three men standing together and thought
about how that would make Arthur look in front of the others.
She wanted him to be strong. She silently backed into the
cabin, and felt a little rush of blood into her crotch. This
was new and exciting.

At dinner the boisterous male conversation went on without
her. Laura listened and caught the attention of one man
after another. They obviously enjoyed looking at her,
they just didn't speak to her. When she got bored of
the conversation, she pulled up her dress discretely to
flash her cunt at the black-hair, trying to do it in such
a way that Arthur, sitting right next to her and talking
and gesturing with his hands, wouldn't notice. But
his eyes followed the black-hair's eyes and he saw
her. She was caught. Would he try to ignore it, or would he
get angry and cover her up? She waited, between terror and
exhilaration. A light of understanding came over Arthur's
face, and she could almost see him making a decision. He
reached down and pulled her skirt up higher, right up to
her waist so her pubic hair was completely uncovered. He
said, "What do you think, guys? Pretty nice, huh?"
He told Laura: "Take your clothes off. No more clothes
for you tonight."
Laura slowly stood, unsure, but unable to resist. She pulled
the shirt over her head so that she stood before the three
men at the table completely naked. Arthur said, "Get
the gentlemen another drink, then you can sit down."
<br>
They finished the meal and kept on talking, leaving her
out of the conversation except to stare at her. Arthur started
praising her sexual abilities. He told how well she sucked
cock, some of the techniques she had developed, how long
and how deep she could do it. He described her willingness
to take him any way and anywhere he wanted, and told the men
a few of their private stories of fucking in elevators,
on a school room table, and on an airplane. He saved his strongest
praise for her cunt-how wet and silky it was, how tight and
yet always ready, and how good she was at controlling her
cunt muscles to squeeze a cock tightly.

Arthur said, "Well, see for yourself." He stood
and pushed the dishes aside from the picnic table in the
cabin. Half of them clattered to the floor. Then he firmly
and irresistibly guided Laura to her feet and bent her over
the table so her butt was aloft. He put his hand between her
legs and roughly rubbed her clit and all the area between
her cunt lips and buns. Then he quickly unzipped his pants,
pulled his cock out his fly, and shoved it into her. Laura
remained silent, listening and feeling that long but familiar
cock sliding in, and then, as it reached the end, the fabric
of his pants and his rough belt and zipper against her buns.
<br>
Arthur kept talking to the other men while he fucked her.
Then he pulled out and said, "Go ahead, Rick, you try
her. I'm sure you'll enjoy this cunt. Best on the
island." All three men laughed and Laura felt a new
cock spreading her lips. She tried to crane her head around
to find out which one this was-she didn't know if Rick
was the blond or the black-hair. But a big hand pushed her
head back down on the table. As the cock behind her rhythmically
fucked her, she heard Arthur said, "Craig, will you
grab that rope on the wall, and that stuff sack hanging under
it? I bet you're good at knots. I'll do the head."
In a moment she was expertly tied to the table and her vision
blocked by the stuff sack. This wasn't like the other
times they had played at bondage. She really couldn't
move.

"Craig's turn, Rick. Don't hog, plenty
for everyone." She could hear them laughing again,
and now another new cock was presented to her wet, wide-open
cunt. She couldn't pretend she didn't want it.
She propped up her butt so the cock could get a better angle.
"See that? See how she likes it?" It was enormous
penis, forcing her cunt as wide as she had ever felt it, and
pushing right up to the end with an exquisite pressure.
This had to be black-hair. With the power and insistence
she had learned about that afternoon, he pounded in as deep
as he could, trying to fit the entirety of his huge cock into
her. She worked to relax her well-trained cunt muscles
even more so she could take more. She wanted to feel the hilt
of his cock. And the she did it. The whole thing filled her,
taking her breath away, and she felt his huge, hairy balls
swinging against her thighs. He must have his pants off.
<br>
"That was a good job. Let's give her a little reward.
Who wants to eat her?" A roughly bearded face quickly
pressed into her crotch, wildly licking, the nose pressing
against her anus. "Woah there, Craig, let me show
you something." Now she felt Arthur coming down on
her, his familiar and far more skillful licks, which worked
her clit perfectly, and wound around her lips and up around
her anus. The sensation alone was enough to make her come,
and the situation even more so, but she tried to hold back.
She wanted this first orgasm to last as long as possible.
Then the licking suddenly stopped. "Go ahead, you
try it." Arthur was giving them a clinic on how to lick
her cunt. She couldn't stop it any longer and she started
to come as the next bearded face went down on her, licking
all around her cunt, and another hand went inside to rub
her G-spot, and yet another tongue worked on her anus, and
more hands rubbed up and down her back and along her thighs.
She couldn't help jerking hard against the ropes as
she came a long, full orgasm. But they didn't stop.
They worked harder, three tongues and six hands pleasuring
her, Arthur giving tips, the other men practicing to improve.
She came again, feeling she would go mad in the ropes.

Arthur said, "Wait a minute, let me show you something
else. You can fuck both ends, of course, and if you do it right,
you can fuck right down her throat. She's good at it."
<br>
The sack lifted just enough to uncover her mouth then was
tightened again. Hands held up her head. She recognized
Arthur's dick and his crotch-he was naked now-kneeling
low in front of her. Then, while the hands guided her head,
his cock slowly moved in an out, growing a little deeper
each time to get her ready. She swallowed and prepared,
then took a gulp as the cock quickly slipped in and down her
throat. She felt her nose buried in Arthur's public
hair and his balls were bumping her chin. Then he left it
there. As Laura struggled to hold her breath and not to gag-struggling
to help Arthur show how good she was-he gave a lecture on
the finer points of her deep-throat skills. Then she heard
him say, "Rick, go ahead and fuck that end while we
work up here." A cock was soon back inside her, a hand
rubbing her clit, as well as the cock she was swallowing.
<br>
Arthur pulled out. He said, "Go ahead and try it, Craig."
While Rick continued to fuck her cunt, Craig brought his
huge cock to her mouth, just as Arthur had showed him. He
coached it slowly in, Laura straining as wide as she could,
swallowing repeatedly, hoping to take it all, all the while
feeling that cock banging at her from the back. Again she
fought to get it down, and again, with her jaw straining,
she made it, going even farther down her throat this time,
and felt her nose bury in the thick, black pubic hair as her
reward.

She bit down, holding that big, black-hair dick inside
her. Craig shouted in a combination of pleasure and surprise.
Arthur said, "I know how to get it out. She just has
to come again. Go ahead, fuck her harder." The cock
at the back banged in and out, the flesh of Rick's thighs
slapping against her ass. Then she felt a tongue, Arthur's,
on her clit. Somehow, with the cock banging away next to
his chin, he had gone under the table and was eating her.
The thought and the simultaneous stimulation of so many
parts brought her to orgasm again and she involuntarily
let go of Craig's cock. He pulled out. All three men
stopped.

Laura whined.

The men laughed.

"OK, let's go for the finale, " Arthur
said. "Turn her over."

The ropes were released and the bag removed. Laura turned
over, sat up, and looked at the three cocks that had been
fucking her, all hard and pointed skyward, all attached
to big, muscular men.

Arthur said, "We're all going to fuck you at once,
honey. Which one do you want in which hole?"

Laura didn't say anything. She grabbed the blond haired
cock of Rick and pulled it to the table. He lay down flat on
his back. Then she grabbed Arthur's long, slender
cock and positioned him at the far end of the table, near
Rick's head. Then she climbed up, hands and knees,
on top of Rick, positioning herself so his cock was handy
to her cunt. Then she grabbed the big one, Craig's huge,
black haired cock, and aimed it at her asshole. She could
hear the three men panting and smell their sweat. They waited.
She let them wait there for a moment, poised. Then she nodded
and the three cocks moved in to enter her all at once.

She kept Arthur to the front of her mouth for now while she
concentrated on getting the other two lined up. Rick was
easy. She spread her legs and lowered herself, then felt
his arms come up and grab her butt. He started jamming himself
in as hard and rhythmically as before, only from below.
Now she concentrated on her anus, relaxing the muscle as
she felt that huge, soft, blunt club of Craig's cock
pushing up against it. Nothing was happening. He pushed
harder, but it just hurt. She tried to keep sucking Arthur,
but it wasn't easy with this pain. Then she saw the stick
of butter, still somehow precariously balanced on the
edge of the table. She grabbed a handful and smeared it across
her butt. The cock suddenly slid in a little, then a little
more. She felt like she was splitting apart, but she didn't
worry-she was too busy concentrating on sucking and controlling
her cunt and butt muscles all at the same time.

The big one slid a little easier. They were over the hard
part. And now she could feel the two cocks colliding inside
her. Soon she was going to come again soon. She worked harder
on Arthur, in her mouth, rolling him on her tongue, sucking
deep, drawing back. She wanted him to enjoy this the most.
Suddenly Craig's huge cock was all the way in her ass,
filling her as if she had to take the most immense shit of
her life. Rick's cock was rubbing against Craig's
through the thin wall of her cunt and rectum. Then Craig
slid out and she felt the incredible release, a huge void,
only to be filled again. Craig started a slow, steady rhythm,
all the way in and all the way out. Rick slowed down to match
it in her cunt, underneath. Then Arthur held her head and
took over control fucking her mouth, matching their rhythm.
A few more strokes, and she felt she would explode. Three
cocks, filling all of her, each moving in, again... one
more time... now! She shuddered as she came, the men all
the way inside, the muscles of all three holes tightening
on them-and then she felt them come, one after another,
hot, wet juices deep in her mouth, in her ass, and in her cunt,
all groaning in a chorus.

They pulled out. Rolling off Rick and onto her back, she
dripped from all three holes. Then men were quiet-impressed
and even awed, as they looked down at her. Then the two hunters
shook hands respectfully with Arthur, pulled on their
clothes, and left without more words. Arthur picked up
Laura and carried her over to the bed, lying down naked beside
her and carefully wiping away the cum that still dribbled
on her check, her cunt lips, and her butt.

He said, "Good job, Laura. I'm very proud of you."
<br>
Laura looked back at him mischievously. "Come on, "
she said. "Fuck me again."

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Nice story...I should be so lucky to stumble upon an island
like that.....

12/25/2005

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Everytime Iread this story I cum!! Amazing how it is very
descriptive...Thanks

1/14/2006

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What a great island to be deserted on!



9/4/2007