Siren Island: Shipwrecked (An Erotic Adventure Series) (5 page)

Chapter Eight

It was upsetting that Jack was so eager to make love to these strange creatures. I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re horrible, lustful women.”

Phoebe laughed, “You forget. I saw you today. You’re no different. I can sense your arousal. You’re fighting yourself, Lucy, and you mustn’t do that. Let yourself go.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the sensual touch,” said Thia. She approached on her knees. “Let me help you out of that dress.”

Jack had taken his shirt off; his cock bulged inside his trousers. Astraia touched his shoulder, kneading his flesh. Her breasts hung dangerously close to his face. He growled and grabbed her, burying his nose in her globes. Phoebe practically ripped his pants from him, exposing his hard cock.

“Oh! The Gods have blessed us. Look at how big he is.”

I was about to verbalize my protest, but Phoebe’s mouth covered mine. I was so stunned by the kiss that I gasped, and she thrust her soft tongue into me. She pulled away, gazing into my eyes.

“Stop,” I whispered. “Don’t do that.”

She giggled, “Why? We’re only having fun.”

“Oh, my God,” groaned Jack. Astraia had his penis in her mouth, sucking noisily. “Ooohhh…yes…”

He’d not even tried to put up a fight. Men! Thia pulled my dress over my head. She went to grab my shift. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’ll feel better without it on.”

“Oh, God, Jesus, ladies…” Jack was on his back, and both Sirens were licking and sucking his cock, ravenous in their desire to eat him.

“Get him to his knees,” instructed Astraia. “Up with you.”

“What you girls got in mind?” Jack’s hands and knees rested on the carpet of grass. Rounded buttocks were thrust in the air, while Phoebe stole beneath him and sucked his cock. “Oh, Jesus.”

Thia’s hands were all over my body, although I wished they weren’t. She massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples. She drifted between my legs, and an incredibly talented finger rubbed over my nub.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Jack.

Astraia’s face was buried in his crack. It was shocking to think what she was doing to him. She’d separated his cheeks and ate his ass, driving her tongue in deep. This was depravity at its worst. The sight had me catching my breath. Jack groaned repeatedly in the throes of unimaginable pleasure.

“Oh, God! Jesus fucking Christ!”

I was going to ignore that he had just used the Lord’s name in vain. I was being gently pushed onto my back. “No,” I murmured weakly. She opened my lips, exposing my soggy hole to her eager gaze. “Oh, but you mustn’t.”

“You look marvelous. I can’t wait to eat you.”

“Oh, God…oh, fuck me…ooohhh…sweet Jesus…”

Phoebe was beneath Jack sucking his cock down her throat, while Astraia reamed his ass with her tongue. She drew away and let spittle drop to his opening. Then she inserted a finger, rubbing him intimately.

“Oh, oh, shit…”

“You feel very nice, Jack,” she purred. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, you horny bitch. Yes! Do me more.”

“You ask, and you shall receive.” Fire flashed in her eyes as a penis suddenly appeared where her pussy had been. I sat up utterly shocked. How had
that
happened? She had been a woman a moment ago!

“We can change sexes,” said Thia. “See.” Her pussy had also grown a cock. “You can touch it, if you want.”

Stunned, I was speechless, staring in fascinated horror, as Astraia began to prod Jack’s anus with the tip of a lengthy looking phallus.

“What the fuck?” He glanced behind him, seeing the object that demanded entrance. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Just relax, Jack. I’m going to pleasure us both,” murmured Astraia. “You’ve never had anything like this before.”

“Holy shit!”

Phoebe was beneath him, working his cock, with sloppy sucking sounds. Astraia added more spittle to her penis, rubbing the wetness over a glistening head. Excitement gleamed from her eyes, her expression nothing short of rapturous. She held her tool, pointing it towards his puckered opening, and then she thrust deeply.

“Fuck!”

I had wanted to protest, even a little, but Thia’s tongue in my pussy felt so good, that I moaned instead, lifting my hips into her face. “Ooohhh…no…”

“Good God, you ladies are perverse,” said Jack. A determined looking Siren fucked him from behind with such force, her hips slammed against him. “Jesus.”

“Oh, it’s so good,” she breathed. “So good.”

“I can’t take it anymore. Ooohhh…” Jack groaned then, a look of pain etched into his features, while the tip of his cock erupted inside Phoebe’s mouth. “Ooohhh…God…yeah…”

A wild, dangerous look came over Astraia. Her hands gripped his hips while she worked him, driving deep with each punishing thrust. She threw her head back, sending long hair over his feet.

“Praise to the Gods! Praise!” she shouted, pouring measured pulses of semen into his anal cavity. Her breasts jiggled invitingly, her body convulsing in spasms of bliss. “Oh, yes, the Gods are good.”

“Let me have him now,” demanded Phoebe.

“You should take her.” She pointed at me. “She could use two hard cocks.”

Thia lay on the grass. “Ride me, Lucy.”

Feeling lethargic and slightly drugged, I threw a leg over her and lowered onto the male anatomy. It wasn’t as large as Jack’s, but it was extraordinarily hard. I enjoyed this position immensely, rubbing my clit against her pelvis with each pass. Hands were on my bottom, feeling and prodding in an area that was strictly off limits.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“What?” Phoebe spat on her hand and rubbed the wetness to my anus. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“Jack!”

“You might like it, Lucy.”

“You can’t let them do this.”

“They won’t hurt you, honey.”

“Oh, no. Stop that!” A finger had breached my tight bands. “Ouch!”

Jack lay on his side on the grass with a hand holding his head. His attention was focused on me. I was about to be subjected to the unthinkable, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Astraia sat and watched as well, her cock having disappeared. She was once again female.

“Just relax, Lucy. Relax,” she soothed.

I closed my eyes and wished she would stop.
No, no, no…you horrible Sirens.
I groaned in agony as she drew her finger in and out. She dropped more spittle onto my abused hole, lubricating it further. I buried my face in Thia’s neck and winced. The sound of singing suddenly filled the air. It was Astraia. She serenaded us with the most beautiful tone, calming and gentle. I found myself not quite as tense.

“Oh, fuck her, Phoebe. Fuck her!”

“You’re always so impatient. She must be ready first.”

The feel of something foreign in my bottom was not a sensation I was accustomed to. This creature of myth was about to take my anal virginity in an unspeakable manner. Her cock pressed into me, opening the bands of muscles, causing me to gasp. The pressure was immense, as she drove deeper, burying her rounded head in my tightness.

“Oh!”

“That’s it, Lucy,” encouraged Jack. “You got it.”

It must have been quite a sight seeing three women having sex in this manner. I was impaled on their cocks, the instruments filling me to the brim, driving deep. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life. With each push there was an inkling of pain, but then pleasure flared as well. The song the Siren sang elevated the sensations tenfold, bringing an intense tingling into the very heart of my womanhood. The harder I was used, the better it felt.

“Oh, Jack!”

“You’re a dirty girl, Lucy.”

“Oh, my God!”

The three of us were hurtling towards the peak of sensual delight, moaning and straining for release. Phoebe pounded my little hole, driving in like a woman possessed.

“It’s so good,” she gasped. “So good.”

“She sings for us. She sings!” cried Thia.

They worked me in unison, driving in and out at nearly the same time, filling me completely. The pressure had me tightening my tummy muscles and clenching my sex. I had no idea that having both my pussy and my ass filled would feel so incredibly good. My lover watched, his cock showing signs of life again. Seeing me used in this way had aroused him.

“You should feed it to her,” suggested Astraia.

“I should. Shouldn’t I?” He got to his feet and padded over naked and erect. “Open your mouth, Lucy.”

I took him deeply, while he gripped my head, forcing me to gag on him. The oral stimulation brought me over the edge. I had been hanging on by a thread, but having him butting up against the back of my throat opened the floodgates of pleasure, bursting the damn of sensation. I groaned around him, shuddering with the violence of my release.

“That’s a good girl. Cum on my cock.”

Thia thrust into me and moaned, releasing a torrent of semen. “Oh, yes! Oohh…”

In the trifecta of climactic abandon, Phoebe joined us, pounding my sore bottom, slapping her balls against my ass and stiffening. She poured cream into my anal cavity, dousing me utterly.

“Oh, God, yeah. You naughty Sirens,” moaned Jack.

I’d hardly recovered, when Thia freed herself from beneath me, and grasped Jack’s cock. Phoebe joined us, and together we sucked him, licking and gagging on the length.

“That feels so good. Aaahhh…”

 
Astraia continued to sing her enchanting tune, while we ate him, devouring every inch of his flesh, while he groaned and shuddered to completion, spraying us with jizz.

“Ooohhh…yeah…eat my cum…”

I glanced at the Sirens, their faces wet with my lover’s fluid. We had fornicated in a meadow at midnight, under a watchful moon. It had been wicked, to be sure. My bottom smarted from the aftereffects, wetness dribbling out of each orifice. I’d never done anything so depraved before. Perhaps, it had really been a dream?

Jack touched my face. “You had nothin’ to worry about, Lucy. Don’t you trust me?”

I smiled at him. “I trust you.”

He kissed me, holding me close. “There’s no sin in loving sex.”

“This island is…naughty.”

“It’s like dying and going to heaven.”

“You won’t leave me, will you?”

“No, honey. I’m very fond of you.”

“I’m fond of you too.”

Chapter Nine

I woke on the beach the next morning, my clothes a tangled mess around me. Jack had his arm over my tummy. I squinted at him, seeing sand in his hair. We had spent the night fornicating in the meadow, being seduced by incredibly horny Sirens. I was sore in private places, the lingering effects of being fucked repeatedly by hungry cocks, including Jack’s. We had engaged in this activity until almost dawn.

“Jack?”

“Um?”

“Wake up.” My lips were parched.

“Did all that really happen?” He sounded groggy.

I giggled, “Yes.”

“That one’s going down in history. Good Lord.”

“Pricilla’s probably worried about me.”

“Who cares?” His eyes were closed to the harsh light of the morning sun.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

“Darlin’ I had nothing to do with that. Those Sirens worked some magic. I don’t know what it was, but…it had me. It had you too.”

“We should see about having the preacher marry us.”

He glanced at me, squinting. “Still harping on about that, eh?”

I hit him in the chest. “You’ve ruined me, Jack Carlyle. Horribly. You’d better do right by me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, you heathen.” Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A man approached slowly. I squinted, trying to get a better look. “Someone’s coming.”

“Let ‘em.”

There was something vaguely familiar about this person. The height and gait was just like…Samuel? “Oh, my word.”

“What?”

I whispered, “Samuel.”

This got Jack’s attention. He sat up. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

My stomach was in my throat. “Whatever will I do now?” Jack’s laughter grated on my nerves. “Stop it, you…bastard!”

“You sure got yourself into a pickle, haven’t you?”

I hit him in the arm. “You’re a rotten person. To the core.”

He shrugged. “It’s your fiancé, my dear. It ain’t my problem, thank God.”

“Lucy?”

Instead of feeling happy to see him, a peculiar dread settled over me. This emotion was profoundly shocking. The man I was betrothed to staggered down the shore towards me. I had to muster enough enthusiasm to greet him properly.
You should be ashamed, Lucy. Where are your manners?

I jumped to my feet. “Samuel!”

“I thought you perished! What a sight for sore eyes you are.”

I rushed towards him. “Where have you been?”

“On the other side of the island.” His trousers were torn, his shirt had dried blood on a sleeve, and his waistcoat was missing buttons. He hugged me, glancing over my shoulder. “Are there others besides Jack?”

“Yes. I’ll show you. We have a camp.”

“I’m so relieved to see you, my dear. I’ve been searching for you, Lucy. I was so worried you’d perished.”

“I looked for you too.”

Not as long or as thoroughly as you should have.

Oh, be quiet.

You’re not even really happy to see him, are you?

“I’m as happy as I need to be.

You never loved him.

Shush.

You’re in love with that blackguard. Admit it.

Go to blazes!

Jack approached. “Good morning, brother.”

Samuel’s expression tightened. “Good day, Jack.”

“I’ve been taking
real
good care of Lucy.”

“I just bet you have,” he said through clenched teeth.

“You would’ve been a lucky man; had you been the first. As it was, I took certain liberties with the lovely Miss Wordsworth, and she really didn’t object all that much.”

Shock registered on Samuel’s face. “Why you!” He threw a punch connecting with Jack’s nose, snapping it loudly.

“Fuck!” Jack held his face, blood pouring from the wound.

Stunned by Jack’s inappropriate admission and Samuel’s violence, I could only stare at the brothers open-mouthed. How on earth would I rectify this situation, and did I even want to?

To be continued in

Siren Island: Lust For Gold