The Island – Part Nine – MMF, Bi, Cum, WS

Scott’s face was firmly buried in Rachel’s ass, her fat cheeks sandwiching him and cutting off his air supply. Rachel was on her knees in front of him, presenting the gaped ass which Paul had just filled with warm salty-sweet cum. Rachel giggled as Scott’s tongue searched every inch of her, trying to lick and suck out every single drop of Paul.

Paul watched Scott rim his wife, confident that he had chosen the perfect Island playmates. Scott had turned into such a submissive cumslut, his mouth watering like Pavlov’s dog every time Paul got hard. And Rachel? Well, Rachel was a work of art. Her beautiful smile, her beautiful curves and tits, and her sense of humor and kink.

Scott pushed his tongue deeper, feeling Rachel’s gaped asshole slowly close around his tongue. Finally, confident that he had sucked and swallowed every drop of Paul’s cum from Rachel’s ass, Scott withdrew and gasped for air. Rachel looked over her shoulder at her loving husband, his chest heaving as the cum dried on his face. He looked so fucking sexy.

Paul clapped at the performance, and began walking to his bedroom. As he walked, he spoke over his shoulder “get a good sleep. We’ll play again tomorrow.” As he walked away, Scott watched the still swollen head of Paul’s cock hang down between his legs, visible from behind and swinging side to side.

The next day, Scott woke up in bed next to Rachel. As he turned over, he noticed a small rectangular rosewood box on the nightstand. It hadn’t been there the night before, so Paul must have placed it while they were sleeping. Scott marveled at Paul’s omnipresence, he controlled every aspect of their lives on the Island, and he loved him for it. Taking the box, Scott rolled over and showed it to Rachel. Unsure of what it might contain, the couple opened it with rapt anticipation.

Inside, surrounded by black felt, were two positive pregnancy tests. Rachel immediately teared up with joy, pulling Scott into her arms. The newlyweds kissed and laughed, overjoyed that Paul’s cum had found its mark. As Scott held Rachel close, he cock stiffened at the thought that a small part of Paul was growing inside her right now.

The couple spent most of the morning in bed, making out and talking about their adventure so far. Rachel expertly edged Scott’s cock, making him pour precum but not allowing him to reach orgasm.

That afternoon, Scott and Rachel joined Paul by the pool. Scott had worn a brief European-cut swimsuit and Rachel had worn her favorite white one-piece. Rachel’s suit looked far too small, barely hiding her erect nipples and presenting an easily-visible camel toe. Her long pussy lips were nearly visible through the thin fabric.

Paul commented “that’s an amazing swimsuit Rachel, definitely shows off your assets.” Rachel smiled back “it should, I’ve had it long enough. I bought it when I competed in high school swimming.”

Rachel and Scott each chose a lounge chair, and Paul walked into the house to grab a pitcher of tropical lemonade. He handed each a glass Mason jar, and filled them to the brim. As he finished pouring Rachel’s, he whispered something in her ear. Scott strained to hear it, but all he saw was the smirk on Rachel’s face.

As time passed, everyone drank their cocktails and read their books. After a while, Scott noticed that Rachel began to squirm like she had to go pee. She was trying to focus on her book, but her legs were clenched tightly together and she began wiggling around while making small whimpering noises. Finally, Rachel couldn’t take it anymore, she hopped up and set the empty Mason jar on the ground in front of Paul’s and Scott’s chairs. She squatted over it, pulling her suit to the side and exposing her long pussy lips.

Rachel let out a small moan as she released her bladder, the nearly clear piss quickly filling up the glass jar. From the sound alone, Scott and Paul could tell Rachel had been ready to burst. As the stream began to weaken, her piss overflowed from the jar, creating a puddle around her feet. Finally, she stood up, picked up the jar, and walked towards Paul. As she walked, her wet feet left little piss footprints on the hot concrete.

She stood proudly in front of Paul, presenting the warm and full jar of her piss. As Scott watched, Rachel raised it above her head, and began pouring it all over her body. As the liquid ran off her face and down her swimsuit, the white fabric became nearly translucent. When there were only a few ounces left in the jar, she handed it to Scott and began rubbing the liquid all over her body. Rachel truly was a dirty girl.

As Scott watched his wife, he slowly swirled the remaining piss around in the jar. He smelled it, the familiar musky smell of his wife’s wet pussy. He looked over at Paul, who smiled and made a “bottoms up” motion. Scott raised the glass to his lips, tasting Rachel’s warm piss for the first time. Within seconds, he had gulped down every drop. Rachel looked on, stunned by Scott’s enthusiastic thirst, and began to slowly rub her pussy.

Paul stood up, walked over to Scott and took his hand. Scott stood up, and followed Paul until he was side by side with his piss-covered bride. Paul calmly placed a hand on both of their shoulders, guiding them to their knees. The two lovers looked up at him, obediently waiting for his next move. Instinctively, Scott opened his mouth and outstretched his tongue. Next to him, Rachel did the same, the piss still dripping down her pregnant body.

Paul took off his trunks, his heavy balls hanging very low in the hot heat. His cock popped to attention, the thick red and blue veins almost pulsing with the beat of his heart. He stepped forward, his cock only inches from their faces. Like a good husband, Scott reached out and grasped the base of Paul’s thick cock. He turned it towards Rachel, allowing her the first lick.

Rachel opened her mouth and sucked Paul’s cock into her mouth. As Scott slowly pumped the base and play with Paul’s heavy balls, Rachel worked the cock deeper and deeper into her mouth like a well-trained slut. She took him deep, his cock in her throat as she began to gag. Finally, Scott could take it no more, he had to taste the powerful cock.

He pulled Paul out of Rachel’s mouth, strings of her saliva still connecting them. He turned the purple cock head towards him, staring the deep slit straight on as he opened his mouth wide and took it in. He felt Paul slide over his tongue and into his throat, taking total control of him. Paul reaches out and grabbed Scott’s head, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper. Rachel watched in awe as Paul fucked her husband’s mouth, literally using him like a piece of meat. Even when Scott began to gag and gasp, Paul did not withdraw his cock. Instead, he forced Scott to submit to him, totally powerless as he nearly blacked out, his mouth full of cock.

Finally, Paul pulled his saliva covered cock out.

“Put your faces together, and kiss.” Paul commanded.

Obediently, Rachel and Scott faced one another and began to passionately make out, the morning’s wonderful news still fresh in their minds. Paul watched, stroking his cock as his heaving balls began to retract, and the cum began to rise. Finally, Paul let out a groan as his cock began to shoot warm cum all over Rachel and Scott’s faces, rope after rope bathing them both. From forehead to chin, both were coated in thick white cum, which quickly began to smear all over their faces as they continued to make out. They continued to kiss, Paul’s cum coating their tongues, and began licking it off one another.

As they performed this devious act, both came to realize that Paul’s cum had become their sole focus in life. They needed as much as they get, every moment of every day.

Paul sat back down in his seat, watching until Scott and Rachel had thoroughly cleaned each other. As they stood up, they held hands briefly before Scott walked to his chair.

But Rachel had one more trick up her sleeve. On her own initiative, Rachel stood in front of Paul and spread her legs, slowly taking the bathing suit off her curvy body. She held the suit in her hands and raised her head to the sky. As both men watched mouths agape, Rachel proceeded to wring every drop of piss, cum, and pussy juice out of the bathing suit into her waiting mouth. When she completed this task, she loudly swallowed every drop and threw the nearly-dry swimsuit to Scott.

“Sorry boys, I was still thirsty.”

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