“Oh God!” the writhing woman yelled out. “Fuck me now! I am so ready for you!”
“Not just yet,” I teased. “Not until I taste your sweet pussy!”
I dove in, pressing my lips to hers and slipping my tongue out to lap up her juices. The sweet nectar dripping from her vagina mingled with the coconut oil to create a cocktail more satisfying than any pina colada, and I plumbed every inch of her fragrant depths with my tongue until she literally dragged me away from her cunt by my hair. She pulled me to her face and kissed me deeply, sucking her own juices from my lips with a moan as I balanced on her bulging belly.
She suddenly and aggressively pushed me back, sitting up and diving for my shorts. In seconds she had my swollen purple prick in her hands, and tit for tat, squirted a warm stream of oil onto my meat. She rubbed it in, stretching and pulling my engorged pecker and rolling my semen-filled balls in her slippery hands until I was gasping myself. She slurped my oily wang into her mouth, sucking it hard and sliding halfway down the shaft in one move. The tip of her tongue probed my urethra, then swirled its way around my helmet and then down the underside of the shaft. With one more titanic suck, she popped the twitching fuckstick out of her mouth. She looked me in the eye, her pupils dilated and her eyes wide, and said, “Mmmmmmm! It’s like a warm tropical popsicle. and I’ve got just the place to put it!”
She laid back again, spreading her legs wide and reaching for my boner. She pulled me in, aiming my rigid cock at her gaping hole, and her pussy enveloped me in an intimate embrace so satisfying I almost shot my load as soon as I entered her. She wrapped her legs around me and held me to her as her cunt twitched in ecstasy around my rod. I held still for a moment, sliding back from the edge of orgasm, and managed to exert control over my body enough to stave off imminent release.
I began thrusting into her, feeling the hard ball of her full womb in between us as I pounded into her wetness. I was so horned up I was drilling her like a jackhammer, and I began worrying that I was hurting her. I couldn’t tell if her desperate cries were pain or pleasure, and I didn’t want to crush the baby either.
I pulled out of her, my throbbing dick shiny with her secretions, and told her, “Roll over, baby. I want to take you from behind”
“Oh, yeah!” she crooned, rolling onto her hands and knees and presenting her big ass to me. “Fuck me like an animal, you beast!”
Her oozing cooze gaped wetly, and I could see the drooping swell of her belly between her spread thighs. Beyond that, her engorged tits swung heavily, the erect nipples brushing the ground as she wriggled her body in anticipation of further plowing. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I quickly rammed my stiff prick back into her, causing her to cry out again. I humped her frantically, my loins slapping against her big, firm ass with each thrust. I wrapped my arms around her, caressing that pregnant tummy and pulling myself into her as far as I could go. She was making a continuous wailing noise, and with each slam of my pelvis into her buttocks, her voice quavered wildly. I felt the sap rising in my root, and redoubled my pistoning into her frothing cunt. Just as we both reached climax, I felt her oily fingers reach back and grab my swaying nuts, squeezing them as I unloaded what felt like a quart of hot seed into her spasming vaginal vault.
“OH FUCK YES!” she screamed, her face collapsing into the dirt as she happily took my sperm infusion into her depths. I sagged onto her back, groaning loudly, my sweaty hands caressing her swollen mams as I squirted my remaining jizz into her dripping hole.
I finally pulled out of her, watching a stream of white pour out of her wide-open cunt and dribble onto the ground. I fell to the ground next to her, and she rolled onto her side against me, pulling my hand around her and holding it to her gravid belly.
She giggled hysterically, and the sound made me laugh reflexively as well.
“That is SO what I needed!” I haven’t had a good fuck since I got pregnant, and THAT was definitely a good fuck!”
“You aren’t kidding,” I agreed. “That body of yours is so fucking hot I almost didn’t make it into your pussy.”
“Even with my big, pregnant belly?” she asked with a smile.
“Especially because of your big, pregnant belly,” I told her. “I think you are extra hot because of it, and it added a thrill I’ve never felt before.”
She made a mock pout. “Does that mean you won’t fuck me any more after the baby comes?”
“I’ll fuck you anytime, honey. Before or after. Probably not during, though. I don’t think you’d be interested, and I don’t want my dick denting the kid’s head.”
She snorted laughter. “That’s sick, you pervert! But you better be there for me when my pussy recovers!”
We waded into the water and washed off, then got dressed. I was a little sad to see her incredible pregnant figure covered up again, but the sight of her pulling on her tank top, arms overhead and full breasts pulled tight, pregnancy jutting out above her fluffy bush, was so amazing it made up for the fact that she was soon dressed again. I kissed her once more, rubbing her tummy with one hand and her ass with the other, until she pushed me away, face flushed and breast heaving.
“No more of that right now!” she admonished me with a grin. “You’re going to put me in premature labor.”
“Spoilsport,” I groused good-naturedly. “Hey,” I said, a thought percolating in my brain. “Have you ever had a threesome before?”
She looked at me in surprise. “No. But I’m not necessarily opposed to it. Did you have someone in mind? Man or woman?”
“Which would you prefer?”
“I guess a woman for my first time. I wouldn’t feel like such a slut that way. The idea of taking two guys at once is a little intimidating.”
“All right,” I said, smiling in anticipation. “Let me work on it and I’ll see what I can arrange.”
She shivered in anticipation, her fat nipples erect again. “God, now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about the idea!”
“Good. You’ll be good and ready when the time comes.”
She slapped me lightly on the shoulder. “You bastard! You just want to torture me!”
“Maybe,” I laughed. “But I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about it either!” She pulled me in for another kiss, and we walked back to camp in companionable silence.
When Anne and I arrived at the beach, there was quite a celebration going on. It seems the hunters had gotten another pig. Kids were dancing around, and the field hockey team was re-enacting the event for the crowd, showing off for their admirers. The African ladies had already started butchering the animal on the rocks near the ocean, so that the waves would clean the blood when they were done. I saw Sharon and Rodney, and Jill this time, setting out in the raft for some more fishing, with some fresh offal for bait. I chuckled, thinking what an odd turn of events it was that the flight crew had become the fishing crew. Joelle and Gabrielle had managed to enlist Dkembe’s help in harvesting some bamboo poles for some task they had in mind. I was glad they were getting him in motion, and hoped it would help him recover from the loss of his sister.
I spied Janie in the midst of the hunting party, arms around two of the girls and a big grin on her face. I suspected that she had gotten her wish for an after-hunt celebration this time. I smiled to myself, imagining the story I was going to hear tonight.
As soon as we had some cuts of meat, they were thrown over the fire on a wire grill that someone had devised from plane parts. The appetizing smell of roasting meat filled the air, and kids were sent to round up fruits and greens to add to our dinner. When the meat was done, the beach looked like a neighborhood barbeque, with knots of people milling around talking, kids playing ball and running around wildly, and singing erupting at intervals from the field hockey and cheerleading teams. I surveyed the scene, absurdly proud of the way our castaway community had become a close-knit group of friends, working together for our joint survival and shared well-being.
The celebration lasted well after sunset, and there was serious discussion among the adults of trying to ferment some fruit juice to create our own alcohol. It seemed like the only thing missing from the party, and we had plenty of choices of flavors to choose from. We vowed to start the process the next day.
As the night fell, people began drifting to their sleeping areas. I noted some obviously sexual activity going on at the hippies’ camp, although they were trying to be discreet, and I started to get a little turned on thinking of what Janie had in store for me.
I finally caught up with her at her space on the beach, and gave her a big hug and a congratulatory kiss. Jared was beaming at her, obviously proud of his mom’s role in providing food for the camp. He voluntarily gave her a good night hug before running off to join his friends for the night, and I could tell she was touched by the gesture.
“He really thinks the world of you,” I said, my arm around her as we stared out over the ocean, looking at the myriad stars.
“I really think this experience—the plane crash and our stranding here—has brought us closer together,” she said. She seemed bemused at the idea. “I thought the trip might be a bonding experience, but never anticipated anything like this. I guess every cloud has a silver lining.”
“So tell me about the hunt,” I begged. “I didn’t get to hear the re-enactment earlier.”
She described for me the stalking of the pig across the northern end of the island, and the way they split into two teams to drive it toward the cliffs. “It was a bit of a gamble, but we thought in the end it would more likely charge us than go over the edge, and we were right. Hannah and Samantha were ready with spears, and the poor thing didn’t have a chance.”
“Any regrets?”
“No, not really. I realize this is about our survival, and the beast didn’t suffer. It was pretty quick. It’s just something I have to get used to.”
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