The Island (closed)

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Gail with the Guys in the Japanese tunnels (Lenny, Greg, Henry, and Ethan)

Day 4 (continued)

Gail couldn't help but giggle softly at Ethan's naming of the second island after her. The others glanced her way. She stood taller, saying with an air of superiority, "That's Queen Gail of the House of Peters to you riff-raff."

Greg, Lenny, and Henry gave their report of the other tunnels. Gail was disappointed. She wasn't sure why, though. Their tunnel had been unremarkable. Why should she have expected theirs to be any different?

Greg asked if the team could use the tunnel she and Ethan had investigated to continue their trek. Ethan said no, then looked to her. She agreed. "Very steep, no trail ... no sign that that tunnel had been used for anything other than observation and, maybe, a gun, like at this end."

She thought she saw scrutinizing expressions on some of the faces before her. She laughed. "What? I've seen some History Channel shows, too."

They decided to head out, via the original entrance. They arrived, only to decide to stay behind. Gail didn't want to return to the darkness, though. "It's depressing in there ... thinking about the soldiers who might have died in there ... the dark, the cold. Can't we stay out here, where there's some light?"

They built a fire just far enough inside the tunnel to keep it dry when the rains came. Gail helped gather wood. She was anticipating a cold night. She hated the cold. Always had. They got out some of their food, of course. She also asked Lenny, "Feel like hunting? I wouldn't say no to either helping you or eating hot, roasted meat."

 

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Rachel Hendricks with Ihaka Henare

Day 4 (continued)
Midday, on the East Beach

Rachel watched Ihaka jog away to get his speargun. It was a pleasure to see, his naked, muscular ass and legs working that way. She was a bit conflicted when he slipped on some underwear. When he returned though, she could still see the shape of his cock through the stretchy, tight fabric. She felt guilty ogling the man the way she was. She was married and happily so. But she still liked to look at men. And Ihaka was quite the man.

He handed her his speargun. He told her, "It's not much, but it's powerful enough to kill a Wahoo."

Rachel was familiar with the fish's name. But she'd couldn't picture it in her mind. It wasn't a fish you were going to see in the near waters of California's coastline. She had, however, had some of the fish the night before. She told Ihaka so, adding, "It was delicious. Thanks."

"Shall we?" he asked. He suggested they go fishing with the jerk of a thumb.

She smiled. "We shall."

She descended from her rock, snagged her flippers and snorkel, and headed for the water. She asked, "Okay, show me the particularly on your gun here."

Ihaka showed her how to use the weapon. It was a simple design. It lacked the line retracing mechanism that commercial models had. After each shot, the line had to be rewound by hand. But other than that, it worked just like it had been from any local dive store.

Donning her gear, Rachel lowered herself into the water and moved eastward. The speargun was unloaded, meaning the resistance band that launched the spear was not pulled back into place. She used the band like a rifle's shoulder sling until she was out in the water far enough to have some freedom of movement.

She pulled the band into place, attached the line to the bolt, and loaded it into place. Now it was only a matter of finding prey. Ironically, that didn't take long at all. A large, rather colorless fish wandered right across their path. Rachel aimed the weapon, gently squeezed the handle trigger that Ihaka had fashioned, and off the spear flew.

It penetrated the fish's side cleanly. The creature struggled and flopped all around. It had no idea what was happening to it. Rachel grasped the reel to prevent any more line than necessary coming out. That turned out to be a mistake, though. The fish's struggle and attempt to flee caused the line to slide over her bare hand. It cut through her flesh like a dull knife. The pain was intense, even if the cut wasn't that deep.

They worked to gather the fish and loose line. They headed back to the shore. As soon as they were out of the water, Rachel admitted, "That was stupid of me. I know better."

 

[HumanBean]

The Guys with Gail in the Japanese tunnels

Day 4 (continued)

Greg laughed at Gail's anointing herself as queen of a nearby island. He performed an overexaggerated bow to her, saying, "M'grace."

They decided to spend the night in the tunnel after seeing the approaching storm. Once they had a nice fire and had set up the tent again, Gail asked Lenny, "Feel like hunting? I wouldn't say no to either helping you or eating hot, roasted meat."

"Sure, why not," he said. He gestured a wait one finger at her and dug into his pack, producing a wrist rocket style slingshot. He'd made it from a twisted but strong piece of branch and a stretch of exercise resistance band that he'd gotten from the same castaway from whom Ihaka had gotten his band to make his speargun. He smiled with pride, saying, "I have a new toy I'd like to give it a try."

The two of them headed down the hill, leaving the others to stay warm around the fire. They only traveled 50 feet or so before Lenny signaled Gail to a stop. He raised a finger to his lips to gesture quiet, then pointed to her feet. Then, turning again, he led her through the undergrowth so slowly that at times he almost didn't seem to be moving at all. Occasionally, Lenny would turn his head just as slowly to look back at Gail, and each time he gave her a friendly smile before just as slowly turning his head back to check out his path.

They crept through the forest almost an hour. Over their right shoulders, the storm was still approaching. Lenny looked through a gap in the canopy to study the clouds a moment. He didn't honestly think the storm would strike the island; it looked as though it might pass by to the south, possibly doing no more damage than dropping some rain.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Lenny's attention. He raised a hand slowly, extending his index finger to indicate a need for silence. They stood there absolutely still for almost five minutes. Then, very slowly, Lenny raised the slingshot upwards, from beneath his waist to up beyond his head. He aimed it at almost a 45-degree angle up into the canopy, pulled the pellet pad back -- he'd loaded it with a nearly perfectly round rock about the size of a standard marble -- and held the tension.

Lenny had first heard his target, then caught glimpses of it moving about in the canopy, but then it had gone silent and still. He held his aim for another full minute; his arm, then his entire torso began to tremble ever so slightly at the exertion continued. Then he released his thumb and index finger's grips around the pad, and the elastic band contracted in a flash; it launched the stone at almost 150 miles per hour, fast for a homemade slingshot but not nearly as fast as some of the commercially made, competitive weapons he'd used before.

A dozen yards or more away, there was a short, high-pitched screech. A moment later, the canopy came alive with noise and movement, and a moment after that the skies above them filled with large bats scattering in all directions. A heavy thunk on the ground told Lenny that his target was down, preventing him from having to climb up into the canopy to collect it. Lenny looked back over his shoulder to Gail, smiled, and winked.

Without needing to be stealthy any further, he pushed through the foliage until he was looking down on his quarry. When Gail caught up to him, he explained, "It's a bat. You probably know that already. Flying Fox, maybe, or something akin to it. Many of the islands east of Australia have Flying Foxes."

He gave it a kick to ensure it was dead. He smiled to Gail again, explaining, "They bite." He picked it up by the leg, dangling it before them. "In this case, though, we're gonna be the one's biting. This is good food. Tastes like chicken."

He turned to lead them back toward the war tunnels.

 

[HumanBean]

Ihaka Henare with Rachel Hendricks

Day 4 (continued)
Midday, on the East Beach

Ihaka showed Rachel how to use the speargun. It was simple to employ; actually hitting the target could be harder, though. They headed out into the water, working their way through the shallows to the greater depths. Ihaka didn't have a face mask, snorkel, and flippers, of course. But he was quite capable of handling himself in the water. He was as comfortable here as he was back on land; always had been, always would be.

He followed behind Rachel, giving her freedom of range with the speargun. There was another advantage of his position in the rear, and that was getting a clear view of her rear. Ihaka knew that Rachel was married; even though she hadn't known him before today, he'd noticed her on the beach the last three days and -- afterward -- took notice of her back at the camp with her husband.

Ihaka found Rachel to be an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman. When he was approaching her earlier, he'd been ogling her incredible body, just as she had been his -- yes, he'd noticed her eying his dangling cock, despite her attempts to hide it. And honestly, Ihaka didn't care that she was married.

He came from a culture that had once practiced polygamy and -- for the most part -- had only discontinued it after the British had taken control of New Zealand and forced monogamy on them by law. Of course, legal marriage had very little to do with getting laid, and Ihaka had no issues with sharing the pleasures of sex with a woman who was married to another man.

As they continued swimming and Ihaka snuck glances at his hunting partners spectacular form, Rachel raised the speargun and fired. Ihaka followed the flight of the missile and saw it penetrate a large fish. He was amazed, happily so. The two of them were working to wrangle in the fish when Ihaka saw blood wafting around Rachel's hand. He grabbed her by the wrist, catching her attention. He flashed her hand before her face, then gestured an index finger upwards, signaling that they needed to surface; they were only a few feet down, and a few seconds they had their heads above water.

"We need to got to shore right now," he told Rachel. He scanned the water around them, explaining, "There are sharks in these waters. Not typically man-eaters, but ... a little bit of blood in the water can change things." He gestured toward the shore, telling her, "Get out of the water. I'll be right behind you."

Ihaka pulled the fish and line in, then headed for shore. Rachel admitted, "That was stupid of me. I know better."

"No, it wasn't stupid," he reassured her as he looked at the cut across her palm. "It was an accident." He turned her hand this way and that, then said, "We need to get you back to camp. The Doc needs to--"

He remembered that Ethan Patel was on an expedition to the north of the island. "The nurse, she needs to bandage this. Leave it exposed to air right now. Don't wrap it with something that might be dirty ... infect you." He looked to her gear and the fish. "I'll take care of all of this."

 

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Gail with the guys in the Japanese tunnels

Day 4 (continued)

Gail was impressed with Lenny's new weapon. It was solidly built. Surprising, considering it was made out of a tree limb and exercise equipment. She was even more impressed with his hunting style. He crept through the thick forest with virtually no sound.

That was harder than it sounded. Often, they had to push through branches, fronds, vines, and flowers. And nearly every step put their feet on fallen leaves and twigs. Lenny moved with almost magical grace. When he did make noise, Gail barely heard it at all. She presumed that meant that his prey would be less likely to hear him, too.

Gail, however, wasn't nearly as silent. Oh, she did her best, of course. And she watched Lenny closely. She wanted to learn from him. She did, though, maybe not enough to become the Great White Hunter that he'd been jokingly called when he'd killed the boar their second day on the island.

It felt like they'd been stalking through the woods forever when he made a gesture to hold. Another eternity passed before he fired his ammunition through the air. Gail nearly leapt out of her shoes when he'd finally fired. It wasn't so much that the shot itself had startled her. It was that she'd been concentrating on his muscular form as he aimed the slingshot. The strength he exhibited was attractive. It made her yearn for him to use those arms to hold her ... while fucking her hard as he had Candice the night previous to the exploration trek departing.

Yeah, Gail knew all about Lenny and the unbelievably sexy Candice. Gail had seen the bosomy farm girl sneaking through the dark to the fire pit where the outdoorsman had been tending to his roasting boar. The next morning, she'd come to breakfast with a smile on her lips that Gail recognized. She'd gotten laid, and she'd enjoyed it.

Gail had pulled her aside later in the morning to chat. She'd been very curious about the man. It hadn't taken much to get Candice to open up. Candice, it turned out, had been yearning to tell someone about the encounter. She spoke of Lenny's massive cock. She spoke of how he'd filled her so fully up. She spoke of his virility, fucking her for hours without even breaking a sweat.

Gail hadn't wanted to be jealous of the other woman. But Candice's detailed descriptions had excited Gail. She'd herself literally wet her panties, and her nipples had swollen, almost painfully. She only ever felt like this when she was with a lover or watching porn.

She knew it was wrong to yearn for Lenny. He was Candice's guy now. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a massive dick inside her.

But that made her think about the Doctor. Ethan had looked well-endowed during his masturbation session. Gail had been too far away, though. And, obviously, his hand had been wrapped about his shaft, hiding most of it from her peeking. Ethan, of course, wanted Gail. The time would come when she needed to fulfill her sexual needs. She knew she had only to point Ethan toward her tent.

So, why was she so hot for Lenny? That was simple. Candice's description of him as a lover. And, of course, Lenny himself. He was a true manly man, and Gail liked that. That desire of hers for big, strong, rugged men was probably the reason she was hesitant about Ethan. She found the Doctor attractive, and she certainly was interested in seeing his cock again and, possibly, putting it inside her. Still, it was men like Lenny that really got Gail's motor running.

Lenny led Gail to where his prey lay on the ground. It was a bat. A big bat! He explained that it was a Flying Fox.

"Fox?" she asked. "It's a bat!" Then, it sunk in. "We're going to cook it and eat it?"

Lenny smiled, telling her, "Tastes like chicken."

"Yeah, right," Gail laughed. "And broccoli is just little trees from Candy Land."
They headed back to the tunnels. Lenny slaughtered the bat and put it over the fire. The other guys had already put food on from their packs. The bat actually did taste a bit like chicken.

As the evening continued, Gail found herself feeling uncomfortable. Ethan was cautious about showing her more attention than was appropriate. And Gail was cautious about showing Lenny more attention than was appropriate. But she felt herself trapped between the two men. She couldn't wait for the night to end with them all going to bed.

 

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Rachel Hendricks with Ihaka Henare

Day 4 (continued)
Late afternoon on the East Beach


"It was an accident," Ihaka told Rachel, inspecting her wound.

She was only now beginning to feel the pain. Despite that, it felt good to have the man show her attention. He was tender in the way he touched her. Again, Rachel chastised herself for her thoughts about him. Her husband was back at the camp working hard. And she was here having fantasies about the big, beautiful man she'd seen naked just an hour earlier.

He sent her ahead to get first aid. She was relieved that they were traveling back separately. The last thing she wanted was for someone to think there was something going on between them.

She arrived at the camp just as the sun was falling beyond the forest to the west. Slowly, the tents and huts were swallowed by shadows. Rachel looked to the southwest and saw storm clouds. She feared they were about to be pounded.

She found the nurse to have her hand tended to. The airdrop had included an extensive array of first aid supplies, including antibiotics and pain killers. They wouldn't last forever, but Rachel only needed them today, didn't she?

She kept an eye out for Ihaka. He returned eventually. She knew her husband was working on a hut in the forest. She felt no concern about approaching the man to reclaim her gear. She told him, "I enjoyed today. I'd like to do it again, if you do."

Rachel looked off in the direction of her husband's work location. She looked back to Ihaka and spoke softly. "I don't know if you know this, but ... I'm married."

She paused for his reaction. "I just thought you should know. Today ... you know ... when you approached me ... like you were..." She lowered her voice yet again, "...naked."

Rachel didn't blush often, but she did for the second time in Ihaka's presence. She smiled wide. "I just wanted you to know that ... like I said ... I'm married."

She wanted to tell Ihaka that she'd enjoyed looking at him when he was naked. But she couldn't find a way to do it without sounding like a slut. Deep in her fantasies, Rachel imagined riding atop the Māori's big cock. She imagined the trembles erupting through her as he drove her to orgasm.

But she would never act on it. She wasn't just married. She was happily married.

 

[HumanBean]

The Guys with Gail in the Japanese tunnels

Day 4, end of day

As the hours passed and day turned to night, the 5 trekkers were relieved to see the storm pass far enough south of the island that here at the north end they only received moderate winds and light rain. While Lenny and Gail had been out hunting, the other three -- Greg, Henry, and Ethan -- had gathered enough wood to last the night; had set up the tent in a small alcove, out of the way of the wind that shot south to north through the tunnel; and then returned to the tunnels again to give them another look.

Greg thought more about what Gail had asked: could some of the castaways live here in the tunnel complex? He and Henry thought it was a good idea for a small group -- perhaps with rotating personnel -- to be up here with the binoculars, some mirror signals, and a protected signal fire in the case that a ship or aircraft passed by.

The Doc wasn't so sure, though. "We should stick together," he'd argued. "There are too many things that go wrong up here, and if anyone got hurt, they'd be two, even three days from the airstrip camp, where I and the rest of the medical staff are located."

"Can't one of you come up here and stay?" Henry asked. "I mean, we've got you, a doctor, and Katie ... Katherine Wilcox. She's a nurse. And what about that Doris woman? She's some kind of naturopath, right?"

Just the mention of his former lover set Ethan off. He snapped, "She's not a nurse or doctor. She's just..."

He was going to say something derogatory about her career but stopped; he actually respected her for what she did and had always told her so. But since his conversation with Gail earlier in the day about Doris, his anger about how she'd treated him had begun to fester. He was reaching the anger stage about her rejection of him.

"She's not certified as a nurse or doctor," Ethan continued with a far calmer voice. "And it doesn't matter anyway. It's unadvisable to put some of the medical staff up here to watch over a half dozen or dozen people when there are over a hundred others down at the village."

"I agree," a new voice sounded from down the hill a bit. It was Lenny, returning with Gail and their Flying Fox. "Not that we shouldn't have a lookout station up here ... that we shouldn't move Ethan and his people up here. They need to be down there on the plateau."

They talked more on the topic as Lenny prepared the bat for dinner. There were some canned and boxed foods already heated or heating near or over the fire, and dinner was pretty satisfying for one and all. There wasn't nearly as much conversation about topics other than the tunnels and the possibility of a lookout station, Greg felt. He was studying the others through the evening, and he thought he sensed some tension between Gail and the men. He wondered if perhaps something had happened between the expedition's only female and Lenny and/or Ethan, with both of whom she'd spent some time alone. He wasn't about to ask about it unless he thought he needed to intercede.

When bedtime arrived, Lenny announced that he was taking his sleeping bag to the north end of the tunnel system; he wanted to look for lights or fires on Gail Island, a sign that maybe the castaways here weren't alone or unique. Greg quickly said that he shouldn't go alone, and Henry quickly spoke up, saying, "I want to see this island that Gail is queen of."

The two men headed out, and Greg told the remaining two, "I think maybe we should do the same thing here." He looked out at the foliage that had grown to hide the cave's entrance from view. "We might not be able to see much with all these trees in the way, but we should still have someone up."

They split the remaining hours of the dark into 3-hour shifts, with Henry -- who had drunk half of the pot of coffee they'd brewed while Lenny and Gail were out hunting -- meaning he wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon anyway.

"Get some sleep in the tent," Greg told Gail. "I'm going to lay my bag out here near Henry at the entrance. I'll come get you for your shift about 3am. Okay?"

She headed off to get some rest, and Greg laid his bag out as he'd said he would. Once Gail was gone, he told Henry, "Wake me up at 2am."

Henry started to contradict the Air Marshall, "But, your shift starts at--"

"Wake me up at 2," Greg repeated. "I'll stay up until dawn." Henry glanced toward the tent and understood Greg's plan. Greg finished, "Let's let her get a good night's sleep. She looked stressed out."

Henry nodded his acknowledgement, and -- with the exception of those who would be on watch through the night -- their 4th day on the island concluded.

 

[HumanBean]

Ihaka Henare with Rachel Hendricks

Day 4, evening, at the Village

"I don't know if you know this," Rachel told Ihaka after glancing away as if looking for someone, "but ... I'm married."

"I'm aware," he said with a sincere tone.

"I just thought you should know," she continued. "Today ... you know ... when you approached me ... like you were..."

"Naked," he said, showing no concern in saying so.

Rachel lowered her voice and repeated his description, "...naked."

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Rachel," Ihaka said with that same sincere tone. "I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't ... well, I wasn't."

Rachel blushed, which Ihaka found adorable. She repeated, "I just wanted you to know that ... like I said ... I'm married."

"Yes, of course," Ihaka said. "I'll keep that in mind." He cocked his head a bit to draw her full attention, smiled broadly, and told her, "I found a hot spring in the forest about a mile up from where you and I were today. I'm going there tomorrow ... about noon ... after I finish setting some hunting snares that Lenny Carmichael constructed for us to catch dinner."

He looked around for eavesdroppers, then finished, "I'd like to show it to you." He elevated two fingers as if making some young boy's club sign of loyalty and told her, "I'll remember that you're married and be a good boy."

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: This post includes the last paragraphs of PennySaver's Post #58 for Doris Parker, from whence the scene picks up. The delay between #58 and this one, which is #76, was to allow all of the 1x1 threads and out-of-timeline replies in this thread to catch up with the timeline. From this point on, all future posts should be in chronological order.)

(OOC: Do I need to remind readers that pics are more often than not out of context? Use your imagination.)

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"Psst!"

Marcus stopped short on the South Beach Trail at the sound of a sharp report of air through lips. Doris Parker stepped out from where she'd been waiting a few yards from the trail. She walked right up to Marcus, stood on her toes, and pressed her mouth to his while her arms wrapped around his neck.

Marcus, for his part, wrapped his arms around Doris, pulled her tight again him, and returned the kiss with all the passion he could muster. He wanted this woman in the most intimate and erotic of ways; as their tongues played between their parted lips, he lowered his hands to grasp Doris's ass cheeks and pull her up and even harder into him. He could literally feel his cock growing between their bodies.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: I'm not posting for Gail with the Guys for Day 4. I'm done with her until Day 5.)


Rachel Hendricks with Ihaka Henare
Day 4, evening, at the Village

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Rachel," Ihaka told her. He was, of course, referring to approaching her in the nude earlier in the day.

"I appreciate that," she told him.

Ihaka told her about a hot spring that only he knew about. He invited her to go to it with him. He reassured her, "I'll remember that you're married and be a good boy."

Rachel couldn't help from blushing. She didn't know why his comment affected her so much. No, no, that wasn't true. She did know. Deep down, she wanted to be with Ihaka alone while he wasn't being a good boy.

It wasn't as though Rachel never thought about other men. She did. Most women who had significant others did. It was biological. And it was a guilty pleasure. Guilty was, of course, the key word in that description. Rachel was happily married. She shouldn't be thinking about having Ihaka's cock inside her. And yet, that thought had been on her mind ever since seeing it ... meaning his cock.

"I'll keep your invitation in mind..." she responded. She glanced around herself. She hadn't seen her husband since dinner. He could be off at one of the huts, discussing tomorrow's plans. Or he could be twenty feet away, watching her, wondering what she was doing with this big, beautiful Māori warrior. She added with a devilish smirk, "...so long as you're gonna be a good boy."

Rachel shared a smile with him before turning away. She immediately searched out her husband. Finding him, she dragged him back to their newly finished hut. There, she stripped them both and made love to him energetically. All the while, Ihaka filled Rachel's mind.

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris Parker with Marcus
South Beach Trail:

Doris clutched hungrily at Marcus as he grasped her ass and pulled her hard against him. Just as he did, she felt his cock getting hard between their pressed bodies. She grinded her body against him, wanting him to know what she did.

She was hungry for satisfaction. She needed satisfaction. It had been four days since she'd last gotten off at the hands of another. Masturbation simply didn't do it for her.

Doris pulled away from Marcus, grasped him by a hand, and headed for the beach without words. She knew he would follow her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

They left the forest, descended the rocky portion of the trail, and arrived at the dry sand. Doris turned north. There, just fifty feet from the trail's opening, she'd already laid out a blanket on the sand. It awaited them, held in place by stones on the corners.

She stopped short of it and immediately began stripping. It took only seconds. She'd only been wearing a tee shirt, shorts, and deck shoes. She dropped onto the blanket, almost demanding, "Fuck me."

Doris might have commanded Fuck me, Marcus. But honestly, she wasn't even sure she correctly knew his name. His name didn't matter right now. Only his cock did.

 

[HumanBean]

Jake and Rachel Hendricks
Day 4, bedtime (or is that sex time?)

Jake couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his wife so randy. She'd always been very energetic -- and even adventurous -- in bed, but tonight she'd practically mauled him until she'd cried out in orgasm, not just once, not just twice, but three times over just under an hour. He hadn't minded, of course; she'd driven him to his own climaxes twice. She'd always been able to satisfy him so deeply; they'd always been so good together in bed and -- thankfully -- out of bed, too.

After she finally collapsed down upon him, then slid to one side to spoon herself to sleep, Jake laid there for a few more minutes thinking about their relationship. They'd had everything they'd wanted since marrying, with one exception: children. It wasn't as if they hadn't tried. As soon as Rachel had graduated from San Diego State, and they'd decided that children were in their immediate future, she'd abandoned her birth control and the two of them had started fucking like bunnies.

And it had worked; Rachel had gotten pregnant less than two months after crossing her tassel from one side of her mortarboard to the other. They were so happy, but their joy didn't last. Rachel had suffered a potentially deadly bacterial infection that had put both the baby and her ability to become pregnant in the future at risk. She was still early in her pregnancy, and -- after her doctor recommended a chemical abortion -- she terminated the pregnancy.

A second pregnancy was even more tragic for the pair. Rachel was in a car accident that -- while not causing her any serious injuries -- caused a miscarriage. The couple was devastated, as would be expected, but after her doctor determined that her ability to again become pregnant had not been reduced, their spirits had risen again.

Despite their change in circumstances -- namely being stranded on a deserted island -- they still wanted to one day have a child. Jake couldn't help but wonder if perhaps his wife's biological need to reproduce hadn't driven her to this night of euphoric wonder. Or, maybe, she'd just been horny. Who really knew; who really cared? She'd ridden his cock hard and fast and repeatedly until neither one of them had had enough energy to go another round.

He slipped into dreamland still holding his wife ... not realizing that when she had passed out, she was probably imagining that the big Māori was holding her.

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris Parker
South Beach Trail:

Marcus was more than willing to let Doris drag him down to her pre-positioned blanket in the sands. She turned to face him and peeled her tee shirt up and away. Marcus's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open; she was unbelievable. It wasn't like Marcus hadn't seen beautiful women naked before; in addition to having both a beautiful wife and an exceptionally sexy mistress, he'd had many incredibly beautiful before and after them.

Still, Doris was the definition of perfection. And better than that, she was stripping for Marcus without him having had to wine and dine her for days, weeks, or even months ... or slip her a $1,000 for the first two hours, $5,000 for the night. Doris's short went down, revealing the shaved "Y" of the meeting of her thighs with her flat belly.

"Fuck me," she ordered Marcus, laying back on the blanket.

Marcus didn't hesitate to further their encounter. He stepped out of his shoes and shed the remainder of his clothes nearly as fast as she had. Once naked, he moved to lay between her parted knees, reached a hand down to find her already wet folds and the hole between them. He guided the head of his rock-hard cock to its destination and -- without as much care as he would have given his wife or even his mistress -- rammed forward.

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus
South Beach, in the dunes:

Doris smiled at the sight of Marcus's cock as it waggled side to side with his quick steps toward her. It hard, long, and thick. Not the hardest, not the longest, and not the thickest she'd ever had inside her. But still better than average. And the best thing about it, it was coming her way.

She laid flat on her back, lifted her knees, and parted her thighs. She reached her hands to her pussy. She parted her labia and slipped three fingers between them. Now wet, she went to work massaging her clitoris with rapid circles. It felt good. It always did. But it wasn't what she needed.

Marcus dropped between her knees and leaned forward over her. She didn't hesitate to reach up and grasp his shaft. Together, they led his cock to her opening. He rammed forward.

Foreplay had been limited to the few seconds she'd been massaging herself. She wasn't ready for his intrusion. The pain shot through Doris's womanhood, causing her to cry out in pain. She'd moved her hands to his waist. Her fingernails sunk into his flesh.

Despite the discomfort, Doris wanted more. She pulled on his hips, begging, "More! Give me more!"

He did as demanded and again and again until their groins fully met. Each time Doris cried out and grasped him tighter. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She quickly matched Marcus's thrusts, taking his entire length in and out of her. She continued chanting what she wanted from him between gasps and cries. She'd needed this for so long. It had only been four days. But those four days had been excruciating.

"Cum in me," she told him. She'd almost called him by name. But again, she wasn't entirely certain of it. It was Marcus she thought. Or Martin? Marvin? She raised her hands to his shoulders, grabbed hold, and lifted herself up to kiss him. It was a quick, open-mouthed kiss, followed by her taking his lower lip between her teeth. She bit it. Did she draw blood? She didn't know. Growling, she demanded, "Cum in me!"

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris
South Beach, in the dunes:

Marcus was amazed with Doris; he was hurting her, forcing his thickness into her narrowness, and yet she begged for more, more, more. It took three hard thrusts to sink his cock fully inside her; with the last, Marcus moaned long and loud, telling her, "Fuck! You're tight."

Marcus began stroking his entire length in and out of Doris's pussy, pulling out so far that he feared leaving her warmth and wetness, then ramming back deep into her again with another moan of pleasure. The flesh of groins and thighs slapped loudly together again and again, competing with his moans and her cries.

"Cum in me," she insisted. "Cum in me!"

Between her demands, she took his lower lip into her teeth and bit down. She did in fact draw blood on the soft flesh inside his mouth; as he continued to pound hard and deep and increasingly faster into her, Marcus tasted the blood filling the front of his mouth. His response to the attack was to increase the ferocity of his thrusts; they were almost violent in their nature, and the smallish woman slid an inch or so up the blanket beneath her with each.

Marcus -- who exercised daily and took very good care of his body -- had the strength and power to fuck Doris like this for longer than he thought she could take the pounding. Unfortunately for him -- or fortunately, depending on your point of view -- Doris's tightness and pure animalistic sexuality were too much for Marcus after having gone without since leaving Hawaii for Sydney almost two weeks ago. The pleasure had been welling quicker than expected, and suddenly he found himself drawing a deep breath, holding it, then letting it out in a loud grunt as his cock began leaping inside of her.

He continued pounding his groin and thighs against her own thighs and pussy several more thrusts, wanting as much as he could get from her. Finally, overwhelmed by the euphoria, Marcus reached a hand down under Doris's back, held their front sides firmly together, and rolled to his backside, bringing her to lay atop him. His heart felt like it was pounding a thousand beats per minute, and his muscular chest war rising and falling with his deep, satisfied breathing.

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus
South Beach, in the dunes:

As his cock reached full insertion, Marcus called out, "Fuck! You're tight."

She smiled, then laughed. She loved hearing that. She'd heard it often during her 48 hours plus of sex in the Sydney sex club. She'd only ever been with Ethan before a new Aussie friend had taken her there. Again and again, the men from down under had complimented her on her canal's grip around their cocks.

She moved her arms to grasp his face in her hands. She kissed him hard again, playing her tongue against his own. She tasted the blood in his mouth. She laughed again, then bit his lips again. She growled as if chastising him for a lack of effort, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard."

Marcus did, and his efforts rewarded him with a powerful orgasm. His body tensed as he grunted out. Doris clenched her vaginal muscles. It only tightened her around him as he continued slamming deep inside her. She'd learned that little trick in Sydney. It hadn't been her only lesson, which Marcus might be lucky enough to learn.

Doris wasted no time when he gave up. He rolled over, carrying her with him. She immediately sat up tall and shoved her weight to and fro over his groin. His cock was still seemingly fully erect. Only half of it was actively entering and exiting her. But that was plenty.

Doris wasn't looking for deep penetration anymore. She was looking for manipulation of her sensitive love button. She ran her clit back and forth over Marcus's shaft, pushing herself closer and closer to climax. She could have cum doing this. But she was impatient. She leaned farther back, using one hand on Marcus's thigh to support herself. The other hand reached to her pussy. She wet her fingers again. Then manipulated her clit in quick, small circles.

Less than a minute later, she was loudly crying out in orgasm. She didn't care if anyone heard her. Who cared? Right now, the world only included Doris and ... fuck, what was his name? Morton?

Her orgasm was phenomenal, sending waves of pleasure through her entire being. As with Marcus, her heart pounded hard and fast and her breathing was labored and overlaid by gasps of delight. Chills ran up her spine, and gooseflesh covered her exterior. Her mind swam to entirely that she could hardly maintain her position without falling over.

She eventually slumped forward upon Marcus's torso. Their hearts pounded hard but out of synch. Doris smiled. It reminded her of the haphazard ringing of bells at Catholic churches, designed to never repeat the same pattern.

She finally came down from her euphoric high. Rolling off of Marcus, she lay on her belly. She used her forearms to mound sand beneath the blanket, under her bosom. She wanted to be comfortable for what she wanted next. Again using a demanding voice, she told Marcus, "Fuck me from behind. I like it like that."

Without waiting for him, Doris arched her back and stuck her ass up in the air. She reached both hand back, grasped her ass cheeks, and opened herself up to him. She didn't mean for him to think she was offering a new hole, of course. She just wanted him to find easy access to her pussy as she kept her thighs tight together, rather than spreading for him.

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris
South Beach, in the dunes:

The harder and faster Marcus slammed into her, the more Doris begged him to do better. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard."

He couldn't believe this woman. He asked himself, Where have you been all my life?

Marcus's sex life had been full and very satisfying since he'd lost his virginity the afternoon of his 15th birthday. He'd had more women in high school and college than most men could have dreamed of, and even years into his marriage, his wife had been very adventurous and very accommodating in bed, doing things with and to Marcus that many wives typically ceased at some point following the exchange of vows.

But he'd had one itch that his wife had been unwilling to scratch: the need to dominate. He'd had to go outside his marriage to find lovers who would let him manhandle them, venturing into bondage and rough sex. His mistress was his mistress not simply because she was one of the sexiest women he'd ever fucked but because she allowed him to tie her to the bed or force her up against the wall entered her ass with nothing but his saliva as lubricant.

Marcus wasn't a misogynist. He loved and respected women with all his being; he'd never forced himself on a woman or made her do things with which she wasn't comfortable. He simply liked to exert a level of control over his lovers on occasion, which left him feeling very excited over what Doris was asking of him now.

"Fuck me from behind," she told him as she slumped off him and laid on her front side. "I like it like that."

Marcus peeked over at her fine, pear-shaped ass as she stuck it up into the air invitingly, and wide smile spread his lips. He rolled to his side, rose to his knees, and moved in behind her. He literally growled hungrily at the sight of her spreading her ass cheeks for him to gain easy entry to her. He began to use his knees to spread her own, but she prevented it. That was fine with him; it meant she would feel even tighter when he pushed into her again.

He moved closer to her, his knees outside her thighs, and grasped her hips in his hands. He laid his still-stiff cock between her ass cheeks, sliding it up and down her crevice, moaning. He reached a hand to her pussy, wetting his fingers, before reaching back and rubbing a slick fingertip around her anus before pressing the tip ever so slightly at her puckered hole. He asked simply, "May I?"

Doris made it clear that her invitation didn't extend to her ass. He shrugged -- not that she could see it -- then grabbed his shaft and placed it at her now familiar hole. He toyed his bulbous head in her wetness, then -- as he had before -- rammed himself forward. It didn't take three, staged thrusts this time; Marcus's entire length sunk deep inside Doris in one powerful movement.

He groaned, loud and long at the feel of her pussy wrapping around him. He enjoyed the feel without movement for a long moment ... then, as she wanted, he grasped her hips tightly and began pounding his groin fiercely against her ass.

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus
South Beach, in the dunes:

Doris wasn't surprised when Marcus asked to fuck her in the ass. Others had made the attempt back in Sydney. She'd told them the same thing she told him now, a simple but to the point, "No."

He accepted her denial. And a moment later, she was crying out at his intrusion upon her. Her reaction wasn't one of pain as it had been the first time. It was more just surprise. He could be so forceful. She kind of liked it.

She'd had so many different types of lovers during her two days inside the Sydney sex club. She'd enjoyed nearly all of them. Some had been soft and sweet. Others had been passionate and energetic. Others, like Marcus now, liked to dominate. She was fine with that. All she wanted was orgasms ... plural.

Doris grasped the blanket beneath her. She held on tightly as Marcus pounded her from behind. Her moans returned to cries. Then another orgasm swept through her. She cried out loudly, begging, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He didn't. Marcus persisted until he, too, was about to climax. She knew he was close. She began demanding over her shoulder, "Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. Tell me when you're close."

She hoped he would do as she wanted. If he did, if he warned her, she would spin around, take his cock into her mouth, and gleefully take his load onto her tongue.

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris
South Beach, in the dunes:

"Cum in my mouth," Doris demanded. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

Marcus couldn't help but smile at her request. He enjoyed a good blowjob, as did most men, but -- of course -- the true payoff at climax was feeling his cock leaping inside his lover's mouth. For Marcus, even better was watching his balls spewing forth their contents.

She told him, "Tell me when you're close."

"I'm close!" he replied without hesitation, stressing, "It's time! I'm gonna cum ... now!"

She pulled away from him and turned to sit directly before him. Marcus was already past the point of no return and could feel his climax already building. Desperate to cum in her mouth, he grasped her head and pulled her closer. A second later, his cock jerked, sending out the first of several thick threads of his jizz.

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus
South Beach, in the dunes:

Doris barely got in place in time. She spun to face Marcus, reached out, and grasped the backs of his thighs. She pulled. His cock moved closer to her face. More than that, though, her body bent forward at the waist to move her mouth to him.

She could see in his face that he was about to explode. And she sensed he was exactly the type of man he truly was. Instead of swallowing his cock, she extended her tongue beneath it. Almost immediately, a wad of cum shot to the back of her throat. Another volley followed, and another, and another.

Doris's eyes were on Marcus's as he came. She enjoyed watching her lovers' orgasms. And her new lover's reaction pleased her almost as much as the orgasms he'd already caused her.

The last drops of his cum dribbled out onto her tongue. Doris made a production of swallowing the goo on her tongue, smiling up to him. She used her grip on his thighs to pull herself farther forward, wrapping her lips around Marcus's shaft. She sucked on him. She wanted ever drop of his cum.

Doris had cum twice. Marcus had cum twice. He may or may not have been done with her. She certainly wasn't done with him, though. She was about to order Marcus to his back for another round.

Then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. A figure was standing just thirty feet away. It was a woman. A moment of study revealed precisely who it was. Even as they fucked, Doris had had doubt about her new lover's name. She had no doubt at all about the woman's name.

"Kimmie," Doris murmured, more to herself than to anyone else. She looked up past Marcus's still trembling cock to whisper, "Fuck ... it's your daughter."

..................​

Kimmie had suspected that her father was off somewhere in the dark with one of the female castaways. She even suspected who that female might be. She'd spied her father ogling Doris on a number of occasions. Her father's wandering eye hadn't surprised Kimmie at all. Her mother might not have known about her father's philandering nature. But she did.

Kimmie knew all about Marcus's mistress. Kimmie had actually met the woman once. A series of little, connected discoveries had uncovered her father's secret. She hadn't let the other woman know who she was, though. Kimmie had kept the secret. She'd been contemplating confronting her father after their vacation to Sydney.

She didn't know why she'd tracked her father tonight. Something had changed. She couldn't explain it, though. She made her way to and down the South Trail. She reached the west edge of the forest. And then she heard it. A woman cried out in the night.

It startled Kimmie. She wasn't familiar enough with the sounds of sex. She didn't immediately know if she was hearing that or hearing a woman being harmed. It frightened her.

Then she heard the woman almost shout, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Kimmie didn't recognize the voice. But she no longer feared for the woman. She didn't know what to do. She'd followed her father, knowing that she'd find a woman with him.

"Cum in me ... cum in me!" the woman demanded.

Kimmie was sure that the woman was with her father. She needed to know for certain, though. She realized that her heart was pounding hard and fast. Her chest, modest as it was, was rising and falling dramatically. Finally, she got up the courage. She strode down the path from forest to sand. Turning north, she trudged through the dry sand.

She didn't see the couple until she was close, and the woman called out loudly, "Cum in my mouth!"

Kimmie was startled by how close the woman was. She looked to her right and found her and her lover less than 20 feet away. The woman continued, "I want you to cum in my mouth."

Hearing the woman's lewd demands was shocking to the innocent, naive Kimmie. Seeing the woman naked on her knees getting fucked from behind was so much more so.

Seeing clearly that it was her father on his knees was almost horrifying. Hearing his response caused her stomach to roll anxiously. "I'm close!. It's time! I'm gonna cum ... now!"

Kimmie just stared in shock as the woman turned around and took her father's cock into her mouth. Well, not into, but close enough. She watched and listened in horror as her father orgasmed. In the dark from even twenty feet away, she could see the streams of ejaculate spray out into the mouth of the woman who Kimmie now knew was Doris Parker.

She wanted to do something. But what? Kimmie thought she should run away. Slink away maybe. Or maybe she should scream out in outrage. Her father was fucking another woman. Another woman was sucking her father's cock. This wasn't supposed to be happening.

Oh, Marcus had had a mistress, of course. Kimmie had known that. But she'd never seen her father in the act! Kimmie had never even spied upon her parents having sex. And it was shocking!

Then, Kimmie realized that the woman having sex with her father was looking directly at her. Doris murmured, "Kimmie."

Kimmie had had no idea that Doris knew who she was. As if that wasn't enough, the woman looked up to Marcus and added, "Fuck ... it's your daughter."

She met eyes with her father. They stared at each other for a moment. Then, finally, Kimmie turned and rushed away.

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris and Kimmie
South Beach, in the dunes:

Marcus was lost to the euphoria of his second orgasm with Doris when she suddenly pulled her head back, looked toward the South Trail, and -- after a moment -- said in surprise, "Kimmie."

He followed her gaze and saw a figure standing in the dark, only subtly illuminated by the moon. His head was still swimming in ecstasy -- his heart pounding hard and fast -- and he neither recognized the figure as his daughter nor fully understood what Doris had said.

Then, she looked up and whispered, "Fuck ... it's your daughter."

Marcus stared Kimmie's way; he was slowly realizing just how deep in a well of shit he was. Before he could act or speak, she turned and ran off into the night.

"Fuck!" he said as he quickly scrambled to his feet. He desperately searched for his clothes, telling Doris, "I have to go! I have to talk to her ... I need to explain."

 

[PennySaver]

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus on the South Beach; Kimmie fleeing:

Doris watched as Marcus scrambled to find his clothes. He said about his daughter, "I have to go! I have to talk to her ... I need to explain."

"We're not done," Doris said without hesitation. When Marcus continued snatching up and donning what he'd shed, she stressed, "We're not done!"

He looked her way. She'd moved from sitting on her ass to kneeling. The moonlight casted shadows on her body that seemed to only dramatize her wonderful curves. She clarified, "I'm not done. I want more from you ... here, now."

She understood that Marcus was concerned about his daughter. She had, after all, caught him with his cock in the mouth of a woman who wasn't her mother. But, as she'd said, Doris wasn't done with him. She'd waited four days for a night of intense, orgasmic sex. Two orgasms simply weren't enough for her.

"If you leave now," she threatened, "you'll never fuck me again."

Doris laid back into the blanket again. Spreading her knees wide, she reached to her pussy and spread her labia. She finished, "You'll never have this again."

 

[HumanBean]

Day 4, late evening
Marcus with Doris on the South Beach

"We're not done," Doris called to Marcus.

He was concentrating so hard on finding and donning his clothes that he didn't even here what she said to him. There were only two thoughts on Marcus's mind right now: catching up with his daughter to explain what she'd seen; catching up with his daughter to explain before she told her mother!

Doris repeated with more stress, "We're not done!"

Finally, Marcus heard and understood the woman's words. He stared at her with amazement; was she really saying that they weren't done having sex yet...? As his daughter -- who'd caught them! -- was running off back to the Village with who knows what thoughts in her own mind.

"I'm not done," Doris told him. "I want more from you ... here, now."

"You've got to be kidding," Marcus said, continuing to dress. The wind had caught one of his socks and he hadn't immediately been able to find it. Now that he had it, he dropped his ass on the sand and slipped into one, then the other. He pointed out what he thought was obvious: "My daughter caught us having sex. She caught me with my dick in your mouth! I have to go after her."

She told him flatly, "If you leave now, you'll never fuck me again."

He watched as Doris laid back on the blanket and presented her womanhood to him. The moonlight caught the wetness of her labia and the insides of her thighs, where their combined love juices had leaked down them. She challenged, "You'll never have this again."

Marcus was torn by what was happening here: he knew that he had to catch up with his daughter and try to make her understand what she'd seen; he also knew that he wanted to fuck Doris each and every day that they remained stranded on this fucking island. She'd been an experience he wanted to have again and again.

He looked toward the South Trail's exit to the West Beach. Kimmie was long gone by now, of course, and -- honestly -- it was unlikely that he'd catch her before she reached the Village. He looked back to Doris, specifically to the glistening pussy that she was pleasuring with her own fingers, tempting him to remain here with her.

"No," he said as he slipped his last shoe and stood up with haste. "No! I have to talk to my daughter." He took one last look at Doris's wondrous fuck hole, groaned sadly, then headed for the South Trail as he said over his shoulder, "If that's how you want it ... so be it."

He hurried across the dry sand, up the rocky incline, and into the South Trail. He had no idea what might come next, but he had to try to keep Kimmie from telling her mother about what she'd seen.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: I include a very small touch of "god moding" near the end. I don't think my writing partner would mind.)

Day 4, late evening
Doris with Marcus on the South Beach; Kimmie fleeing to the Village

"You've got to be kidding," Marcus reacted to Doris's demand that he stay to fuck her more. "My daughter caught us having sex. She caught me with my dick in your mouth! I have to go after her."

She told him he'd never have her again. He left anyway, telling her, "If that's how you want it ... so be it."

Doris sat up again. She watched Marcus disappearing into the dark. At the top of her lungs, she hollered, "You're making a mistake! You're making ... a ... mistake!"

But he was gone. Doris slumped back onto the blanket again. She stared up at the sky. Despite the nearly full moon, the heavens were ablaze with stars. There was no light pollution here. There was no air pollution here. She could easily make out the Milky Way. It should have been magical. And yet Doris couldn't have cared less at this moment.

Then, over the sound of the distantly crashing surf, she heard voices. She sat up and looked around. She saw no one at first. Then she caught sight of a pair of men walking the beach. She called to them, "Hey! Hey! Over here!"

They caught sight of her and turned her way. They may not have initially realized that Doris was naked. But soon enough they did. It didn't stop them from coming closer. A couple of minutes of chatting passed. They asked if she was hurt. She told them she was fine. And while not as quickly as Marcus had, they were soon shedding their clothes to have sex with Doris...

.................​

Kimmie had hurried away distraught and confused. Oh, she knew her father was entirely faithful to her mother. But she'd naively thought his infidelity had extended solely to his Seattle mistress. She'd hadn't wanted to find him out here with a woman. She'd hoped she would find him walking the beach alone or with some of his male Construction Brigade friends.

Instead, she found him ejaculating into some whore's mouth. She hurried away from the beach and up the South Trail. All the while, her mind was consumed by that image. She'd never seen her father naked before. She certainly had never seen him having sex before.

She reached the Village end of the trail. She was about to emerge when she stopped. What was she going to do? What should she do? She caught her father cheating on her mother. She should tell on him. Right? That was the right thing to do ... right?

But Kimmie had known about her father's mistress and hadn't told her mother. In fact, her father didn't even know she knew about Rosalee. And now this. Doris. Doris. it sounded like an old woman's name. Or, at the least, and old name for women. Kimmie knew no one named Doris.

Well, there was Doris Day. Kimmie's father was a fan of old movies. She knew who Doris Day was from them. Doris Day had been a sexy blonde bombshell. Her father's Doris was like that. Sexy. Blonde. Bombshell. At least, from the few seconds that Kimmie had had eyes on her.

Something finally occurred to Kimmie. She hadn't been watching her father and that slut for only a few seconds. She'd been watching them longer than that. How long exactly? Five seconds? Ten? Twenty? Longer?

She tried to recall all that she'd seen. She quickly realized that she'd seen far more than she originally recalled. Doris had been on her hands and knees. Her father had been behind her. He'd been thrusting back and forth. He'd been fucking her. Kimmie had been watching him fuck her.

And ... she'd been enthralled at it. No. Fuck no. It had been horrifying to Kimmie. Hadn't it? Seeing her father ramming his cock in and out of some young, sexy, blonde bombshell. It had been horrible.

Then, to see Doris spin around in time for her father to empty his balls into her mouth. That had been horrifying as well. Hadn't it? Watching him grunt out his deep satisfaction ... her eagerly taking every drop of him onto her tongue ... visibly swallowing his cum, even from the distance at which Kimmie had stood?

She began to question her outrage. If she wasn't horrified and angry about seeing this, what was she so horrified and angry about? What else could it have been. She'd watched her father having sex with another woman who wasn't her mother. She'd watched her father having sex with another young woman who wasn't her mother.

Kimmie was trying to make her fury make sense. She was beginning to piece it together. And she didn't like what she was thinking. She didn't like the answer that was beginning to manifest in her confused mind. She'd watched her father having sex with another woman ... another young woman ... another young woman ... who wasn't her!

No, no that wasn't it at all. Kimmie didn't have those kinds of thoughts about her father. She didn't have fantasies about having sex with him. She wasn't that kind of girl. She didn't think those kinds of things. She suddenly realized that she was sobbing. Tears had been running down her face for ... well, how long she didn't know.

She was angry because her father was a cheater, and that was all that was making her angry. This other stuff, it was all bullshit! But ... was it? She thought back to losing her virginity just days before the Sydney vacation trip. She'd had a moment during it that had freaked her boyfriend out. Kimmie had been surprised to orgasm during her first round of intercourse. She'd never thought that that was possible. It was supposed to be painful and emotionally stressful and, essentially, a necessary and uncomfortable step toward an actually enjoyable sex life.

And yet, Kimmie had enjoyed it immensely and climaxed as her boyfriend ran his cock in and out of her in search of his own orgasm. And when her pleasure peeked and she realized the true wonder of ecstasy ... Kimmie had unconsciously cried out, "Oh, Daddy."

Her boyfriend had heard it, but he'd been seconds from exploding. He'd been about to empty his balls into a condom as Marcus had into Doris's mouth. Only after he came did he question Kimmie's response. She'd realized what she'd done, too. She'd laughed it off as a result of watching too much porn. "No, I wasn't thinking of my father. Eww, don't be gross."

But ... had she? Had she been thinking of her father as her boyfriend claimed her virginity? There was an old saying about little girls and their fathers, wasn't there? About how they look for man who reminds them of the man who raised them and took care of them and loved them without reservation?

Kimmie had never thought about that until now. She hadn't thought that her boyfriend looked anything like her father. But, now that she thought about it, he did, sort of. And his personality? And his mannerisms? And his outlook on the world? Hell, her boyfriend was going to be an architect. Her father was a structural engineer.

Fuck! she chastised herself. Have I always wanted to fuck my father? Kimmie tried to recall her recent past, her romance with her boyfriend, her images while she masturbated. She couldn't recall having ever envisioned her father between her thighs as she fondled her own clit.

However ... and this only now came to her ... Kimmie suddenly began to realize that ... No, this isn't true, it can't be true, she told herself. She may not have envisioned herself making love to her father ... but suddenly she realized that more often than not, when she'd put her own fingers to her own pussy for the purpose of sexual release and relief ... it had often if not more than often been shortly after she'd had some sort of emotional interaction with her father.

Sometimes, it had been after a fight about something, more often than not something meaningless. The time he'd prevented her from going out with the guy who, ironically, would claim her virginity later on. Other times it had been after something pleasant. Kimmie recalled fingering herself after she got her acceptance letter to U-dub and her Daddy took her out for ice cream. And the time he bought her a car for getting to and from school. And the time...

Oh my god, it's true, she began to realize. I've always wanted to have sex with my father.

"Kimmie!

She spun around quickly. Marcus was right there, coming out of the forested portion of the South Trail.

"Kimmie, I need to speak with you about what you saw," Marcus told her as he neared.

She was lost on what to do or think. Instead, she just stood there ... and sobbed.

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: So that everyone knows, we expect the interaction between Marcus and Kimmie to become incestuous. So, because not everyone likes that, we have taken this scene to a separate thread: "Kimmie and Marcus". This thread isn't so much a 1x1 as it is a 1x1x1: we anticipate that Doris will play a part in it as well. One other reason for creating this 1x1x1 is that it allows us to move on to Day 5 in this thread, which I will do as soon as I can.)