The Island – Part Four (MMF, Cum, Anal, Impreg.)

(There is also some cuck and light-dom play in this chapter too. Don’t forget to read parts 1-3. I received a few requests for more dialogue so I tried to emphasize that in the intro.

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The next morning, Rachel and Scott awoke to the sound of tropical birds and crashing waves. In the air, the smell of butter and bacon. As they prepared to get up, Scott looked over at his wife “did you enjoy last night?”

“I loved it, the size of his cock, the taste of his tongue, it all felt so perfect. It was comforting to feel your arms around me as he slid into my pussy.” Her eyes glazed over as she remembered last night’s activities, while Scott looked on in awe. As she remembered the sensation of Paul cumming in her womb, a subtle devilish smile formed on her lips. Watching, Scott knew that she loved Paul, and that his cock would forever be an afterthought.

As they rose for the day, Scott watch his wife dress in a skimpy bikini, a thin thong between her full ass cheeks. As he walked behind her, his cock began to stir, the passion of last night still unreleased. His hands began to sweat as he fantasized about burying his cock in her dirty asshole, feeling her grip him tightly. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he’d ever feel her ass again.

As they walked into the kitchen, Paul was at the bar, drinking a latte and reading a book. He turned to them both, “morning my lovebirds.” Rachel smiled as Paul emphasized “my.” He quickly got up, and began cooking them breakfast: the perfect gentleman.

Scott watched Paul pamper his wife, serving her eggs, coffee, whatever she wanted. For almost a half hour, Rachel never looked in Scott’s direction, a realization that made his cock quiver. As the couple finished their meal, Paul walked out of the pantry with a small wooden box. He placed it on the table between them. “This morning, we’re going to focus on Scott’s training” Paul said. Both looked up curiously, unsure of what the box contained.

“Scott, will you do the honors?” Paul asked, motioning towards the box.

With a bit of trepidation, Scott stood up and took the lid off the box, gasped and picked up the object. In his palm, Scott held a large clear glass butt plug. He showed it to Rachel, a joking smile on his face. “This thing? It’s massive, there is no way that will fit in my ass!”

Calmly, Paul placed both his hands down the table top, staring into Scott’s eyes “yes, it will, and you’ll like it.”

Scott stared at the smooth flawless object, remembering the half dozen times that he’d fingered his ass. Those times, he’d be alone, so horny he could barely breath, exploring something new. He’d only been able to get one or two fingers in a time, but this, this was at least four fingers wide at the flare.

Paul stood up, grabbed a bar stool and walked out by the pool “follow me kids.” Scott and Rachel walked out onto the concrete patio, Scott carrying the heavy plug in his hand. Paul set the bar stool down, and looked to Scott “get naked, now.” Scott set the plug down on the stool and began stripping from his clothes. Rachel watched devilishly, laughing when Scott removed pants and a long string of thick precum followed. When he was naked, Paul looked at Scott “you’re going to sit on your plug until it fits in your ass. It might take ten minutes, it might take two hours, but you will take it.”

Nervously, Scott asked “do you have any lube?”

“No boy. Get creative.” And with that, Paul took Rachel’s hand and they walked to lounge chairs ten yards away.

Scott looked at the plug, searching for ideas to make this easier. First, he picked it up, and sucked on it, covering it in saliva. He also spit on his palm, and rubbed it around his ass, but he knew it was not enough.

Unsatisfied with the level of lubrication, he had one more idea. He held his palm below his cock, letting it capture the precum spilling out. After a few minutes, it had pooled in his hand, the clear stringy liquid. Scott picked up the plug, slowly rotating it through the precum and then rubbed his precum covered fingers all over his ass. Looking down, he saw the puddle of precum sloshing side to side as his hands shook, he was nervous. Taking a deep breath, he straddled the stool and began to lower himself. As the warm glass began to stretch his flesh, he gasped, slowly letting it go deeper. “Slowly, slowly” he thought to himself. For the next hour, Scott stood over the plug, slowly lowering himself as his legs grew tired.

Thirty feet way, Rachel looked from Paul to Scott, comparing their relative power. Here was Scott, her husband of two days, sliding a buttplug into his own ass using his own precum, like a little sissy. In comparison, Paul sat in the chair next to her, getting some sun and visually savoring her body.

Scott watched, grimacing as he stretched to accept the plug, the fullness becoming overwhelming. He could only hear his wife’s flirtatious laughter. Finally, when he began to think it might be impossible to stretch enough, he felt a pop and his ass finally took it all. His asscheeks hit the wood seat and he gasped, realizing what he’d just accomplished. Meekly, he stood up and began walking towards Paul and Rachel, the plug locked firmly between his cheeks, his erect cock swaying from side to side. As he walked, his cock spurted precum as the glass plug pressed hard on his swollen prostate.

Scott walked between Rachel and Paul, and bent over, showing them the wide glass plug in his ass. His wife looked closely, seeing the pink flesh of his bowel reflected in the flared base.

“How does that feel boy?” Paul asked.

“Very good sir.” Scott responded.

“Good, because your next challenge will push the limits of your devotion to me. Lay down on that lounge chair.”

Scott laid down on the chair, his erect cock in the air. He was breathing hard, desperately wanting to stroke his cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Paul whisper something to Rachel and saw her quickly nod approval.

Paul walked over and stood behind Scott’s head, looking down into his face. Rachel walked over and sat Scott’s side.

“Scott, lift your legs straight in the air.” Paul ordered.

Scott raised his legs and arched his back, until his toes were pointing at the sky. Paul reaches out with his muscular arms, and wrapped his hands around Scott’s ankles, pulling his legs until Scott’s cock stared directly into his own face.

“Stroke your cock Scott.” Paul said calmly.

Looking directly into the swollen head of his own precum covered cock, Scott began to stroke his cock slowly. After just a few strokes, he was fighting the urge to cum. The sight of his wife getting bred last night and the glass plug in his ass, it was almost too much. He tried to slow down to avoid cumming, but Paul quickly corrected him.

As he stroked his cock, he suddenly felt Rachel’s warm breath on his ear. As he stared into his own cock, she began to suddenly whisper:

“I’m going to have Paul’s child. His warm cum felt so good in my womb, I belong to him now. You’ll watch as my body changes, my belly and tits grow, knowing that it is his seed in my belly. Don’t worry, you’ll raise the child, but you’ll always know I belong to Paul.”

With each word spoken, Scott came closer and closer to cumming, but he was trying to fight the urge, hoping to hear more from Rachel.

“Paul is going to own you too, we will both use you until you’re addicted to his cum, and you beg for him to breed you too. Get used to having your ass filled, because that is just step one.”

As Scott neared orgasm, Rachel pulled out all the stops:

“You wish Paul could knock you up too, don’t you?”

As the words left her mouth, he let out a loud moan and the first rope of cum shot from his cock directly into his own mouth. His body convulsed as he came again and again, his own thick cum covering his face. After 15-20 pulses, more than ever before, Paul released his legs and Scott slowly lowered them to the flat deck chair. His back was sore from that position and he was physically exhausted from the ordeal of the last two hours, but he was content.

He laid in the chair, his face covered in his own cum and the taste on his lips, as Rachel slowly licked it off for him.

Paul smiled and walked away, “good boy.”

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