The Island – Part Seven (MMF, Bi, Cum, Cuckold.)

(Don’t forget to read the previous chapters. I know a few of you will love this chapter, I’ve got many requests.)

After yesterday’s marathon of impregnation, Scott, Rachel and Paul spent most of today lounging around the house and the pool. Rachel had woken up in Paul’s arms, her pussy sore and messy from their nine fuck sessions the day before. On the other hand, Scott woke up at the foot of their bed, his cock already hard as he remembered each detail, a respectful helper and observer for Paul’s breeding of his wife. He had tried to mentally record each vivid detail including Rachel’s moans and the musky sweet scent of their body fluids,

Scott also remembered his own favorite moment. Between their breeding sessions, while Rachel had slept, he’d slowly stroked Paul’s cock to get him hard again for Rachel. The moment had been amazing, Paul had stood in front of him, his long cock swaying from side to side as Scott reached out to grip it for the first time. He’d never touched another man’s cock before, and it felt like electricity in his hand. As he stroked Paul’s cock, still wet with Rachel’s pussy juice, he felt it slowly fill with blood. With each beat of Paul’s heart, it got harder and harder. The veins pulsing as flesh became more erect, the head almost purple by work’s end. Scott stared directly into the deep slit on the front of Paul’s cock, imagining the torrent of thick white cum locked behind. He desperately wanted to taste it, but Paul had only given him permission to stroke it. As the first drop of precum began to form on the head of Paul’s cock, Rachel awoke and called him back to bed.

Now, lying on the floor, Scott smiled and silently wondered “what does today have in store?”

A few hours later, Rachel and Scott laid in the sun by the pool. Rachel was totally nude, commenting that her pussy was too sore for bottoms. Each time she spread her legs, Scott caught a glimpse of Paul’s seed dripping out of her cunt. He fought the urge to lay down between her thick thighs and to clean every drop out of her.

As Scott imagined eating her cum-filled pussy, a shadow appeared as Paul walked up. “After yesterday’s activities, I think Rachel needs some time off. Tonight we’ll have a casual date night with a homemade dessert. I hope you both brought your appetites.”

That evening, Scott and Rachel arrived at the kitchen to find Paul slaving over the stove. At the glass dinner table were three placesettings, two on one side and one on the other. Paul courteously poured drinks for Rachel and Scott, and served them hors d’oeuvres. Over dinner the trio casually chatted like old friends. After the entrée, Paul returned to the table with 2 cups of coffee and two desserts. Paul placed one down dessert at his own seat and set one before Rachel. Scott looked up curiously, silently wondering why he did not have a dessert.

Paul calmly explained: “Scott, you were a very good helper yesterday. I know that you take a lot of joy from seeing Rachel receive pleasure, but I know there was a moment you liked the most. So tonight, I offer you a dessert that you’ve been craving since you arrived on the island. Go get it.”

Scott looked into Paul’s eyes, hoping that he’d heard him correctly. Scott then looked at Rachel, who smiled and nodded her own approval. Almost timidly, Scott pushed his chair out and got down on his knees. He ducked below the table top and started crawling across towards Paul’s seat. His heart beat loudly in his ears, the taste of adrenaline filling his mouth. In the background, he heard Rachel and Paul pick up their conversation, discussing her family and background.

As Scott arrived between Paul’s legs, he reached out and slowly unbuttoned his pants. He reached into the zipper, finding that Paul was not wearing any underwear and that his cock was already half-hard. Scott pulled Paul’s cock out, stroking it until it filled his hand. He smelled the musk of Paul’s cum, left over from the night before.

Like a ice cream cone on a hot day, Scott reached out with his tongue and licked Paul’s cock from base to tip. He’d never tasted a man’s cock before, but Scott quickly knew he was born for it. His tongue danced over Paul’s cock, circling the swollen head and the veiny shaft. He opened his mouth and sucked in one of Paul’s heavy balls, the virile strength almost unbearable.

Finally, Scott opened his mouth and wrapped it around Paul’s cock. The hot flesh resting on his tongue as his lips drew tight, this was it. Scott slowly began to swallow Paul’s cock inch by inch, deeper and deeper until he was fighting the urge to gag. He began bobbing his head up and down, the saliva-covered cock gliding over his tongue. Scott was in heaven.

Above the table, Rachel and Paul were deep in conversation, totally ignoring the mop of sandy blonde bobbing under the table. Rachel was telling Paul about her grade-school crushes, and how she met Scott. But beneath the table, her husband sucked cock for the first time.

Holding Rachel’s hand and chatting, Paul enjoyed the wet warmth of Scott’s mouth, glad that he’d chosen his Island guests so well. He gripped Rachel’s hand a bit tighter, feeling the familiar sensation of a rising orgasm in his balls.

Below the table, Scott was a man possessed. With each movement of his head, he tried to take Paul deeper and deeper. Eventually, he felt Paul’s short-cut pubic hair on his nose and chin as he deepthroated every inch. He’d swallowed a dildo a few times while masturbating before the Island, but this was totally different. That had felt like a piece of plastic, this felt like an all-consuming power. He couldn’t help himself, he found himself worshipping Paul’s massive phallus.

He imagined Paul’s cock swelling so big, it would get stuck in his throat, forcing him to remain gagged until he blacked out. He took Paul in again, feel the hard head slide across his wet tongue.

Finally, Scott heard a slight pause as Paul spoke when his cock began to pulse. Suddenly, Scott’s mouth was filled with an intense heat as Paul came for the first time, the salty-sweet flavor covering Scott’s waiting taste buds. He tried to savor this moment, but quickly found his mouth filled to the brim. As Scott’s cheeks bulged, he swallowed, and then swallowed again. But the torrent of warm cum filling his mouth was simply overwhelming. Scott pulled Paul’s still-spurting cock out of his mouth, and caught a few thick white ropes across his face. It covered his mouth, nose, and eyes. He was literally looking out through the lense of Paul’s seed.

Scott continued to stroke Paul’s cock slowly, swallowing the final drops. He felt the warm fluid flow down his throat, filling his stomach with a new sensation. As Paul’s orgasm subsided, Scott was gasping for air and fighting the urge to stroke his own cock.

Scott slowly crawled back to his own seat, climbing in and rising again above the table. As his head poked over, Rachel and Paul almost totally ignored him. Neither gave him a curious glance although Scott’s face was covered in still-warm seminal fluid.

Sipping a glass of dark red wine, Paul casually asked “Scott, how did you like your dessert?”

In response, Scott merely smiled. The joy writ-large across his cum covered face. As he regained his composure, he remembered the feeling of warm cum inside himself. He needed more of that…

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