The Morning After Page 7

  Wairangi released one of her wrists and moved back a bit to search on the floor for the robe tie. Mira immediately got a foot against his chest and kicked away from him. She wriggled and twisted from beneath his body. She made it to the other side of the bed and onto her knees but he still had hold of one wrist and he pulled her back down and wound the tie around both wrists, then he pulled her up to the bed head and bound her hands to the iron rail.

  She laid staring at the wall while Wairangi pulled his jeans off and freed his thick brown cock. He then knelt back on the bed with the monster swaying at his waist and he spread Mira's legs.

  Her body was limp and she offered no resistance other than the look in her eyes. She'd turned them upon the guy and bit down on her smile.

  Wairangi got down on top of her and positioned the head of his cock between her pussy lips then steadily pushed the length of it inside of her.

  "Fuck she's tight!” he grinned back over his shoulder, and Mira blushed at that, and her head turned away again as Wairangi started fucking her.

  She clung to the iron rail and stared at the wall while he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and used her. Her shaved lips were stretched around his shaft and his huge balls were soon rolled up into the base of it and throbbing.

  He held firmly up her for a full minute while unloading. He then pulled back and left Mira lying with her legs open and her little gash split wide and leaking creamy fluid.

  Kenny laid down on top of her and slipped his cock in. Still Mira had her head turned but her eyes had softened and there was still the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips.

  Her body was soft and totally limp, but Kenny could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock as he slipped in and out of her, and as he pumped his huge pent-up load into her he felt her clench and it was as if her inner-walls were sucking him.

  And when he pulled out Fiumu was waiting with his cock in his hand - which was the longest cock Kenny had ever seen. It must have been at least ten inches and it was thick and smooth with a pronounced head.

  Mira's head had turned and her eyes were wide as she looked at it.

  "I'll be gentle," he said to her and she nodded slightly. He then opened her with the head and inserted about two thirds of the thing into her as her body lifted and her hips rolled.

  Fiumu fucked her with long slow strokes and the glossy coating Mira's pussy left on his shaft made its way to within two inches of the base by the time her body convulsed in orgasm. And he rode her through it, still gently, and then he started using her.

  Mira had collapsed beneath him and again she was staring at the wall. He'd worked himself to the point of cumming and he spread her legs wide and edged up over her a bit further. "Just relax," he said to her. "I want to get it deep now."

  “Uh huh,” she uttered and she gripped the iron rail and her eyes shut tight as Fiumu slowly forced his cock all the way in. He had his balls pressed against her and he started rolling his hips, keeping himself fully embedded and with the head of his cock nudging firmly against her cervix.

  It took only a minute or so of that and his body was still with his balls pulsing. Mira was being injected with a third load of cum and she laid still and accepted it. Her eyes had opened again and remained set upon the wall while Fiumu finished unloading and then pulled back to leave her pussy stretched wide open.

  He got up and fixed his shorts, and the three men stood looking at Mira lying there with her legs closed together and a wet spot beneath her from their cum.

  Kenny left and went to have his breakfast. Wairangi and Fiumu soon emerged from the hut and took their surfboards down to the beach. Mira didn't appear until a little later when Simon and Max strolled back into camp. She called her husband from the doorway of the hut and Kenny spent a nervous ten minutes waiting for whatever was about to happen.

  The radio to the mainland and the police was in the hut and he imagined it would only take them half an hour by sea. He assumed Simon would wait for them to arrive but he decided to front him and face his wife. He was resolute and ready to have his eyes scratched out or his face pounded in as he walked to the doorway of the hut.

  They weren't in the main living area though. And the radio was unattended. And from behind their curtain he could hear the bed squeaking and as he peeked around the edge of it Mira's eyes settled upon him.

  Her head was bouncing upon her husband's shoulder. She was on her back with her legs spread wide and he was fucking her solidly as she clung to the iron rail above her head.

  Kenny watched until the guy shot his load and then he carefully backed away and left them.

  ****

  At lunch nothing was mentioned of the events that morning. Simon was cheerful and Mira was chatty with he and Max, while offering the three other men only the occasional flash of her eyes. She had on a tiny bikini top though, and her little denim skirt was quite short. She was sitting on an upturned wooden box with a folded towel for a cushion. Her legs were angled away from the three men who had fucked her but they were open to Max and he was constantly looking down at them.

  Kenny collected some of the empty plates and took them to the laundry, which was also the kitchen. On his way back he deliberately walked around behind Max to have a look to see that her knees were only a few inches apart but the box was quite low so there was a good view of her slit.

  She didn't close her legs. She just met his gaze and as he looked down her head turned away. He then bent down to collect Max and Mira's plates and he glanced up at Simon. He was watching. He was behind Mira and his hand was resting upon the back of her neck - his fingers massaged into her, and as they did her legs parted a little further.

  Mira was watching Wairangi and Fiumu. They were sitting back quietly looking on.

  "I think I'd better go and have a lay down for a while," Simon announced and Mira immediately turned to him.

  "I'll come with you," she said, a little urgently.

  "No it's okay. Why don't you stay and keep the boys company. I'll only be an hour."

  Simon left and Max stood and went over to a tent he had set up with his work. Mira followed him and disappeared into the tent as well. Kenny went about his chores and the guys set up a card game which he later joined in.

  Mira had been half an hour in the tent when she strolled over to get something from the fridge. She poured a glass of water and stood at the sink drinking it. She was watching the men.

  When she'd finished her drink she strolled back, only that time she walked a little closer. She was looking directly ahead but Kenny could see her eyes upon them and there was a definite exaggeration in the sway of her hips.

  Wairangi caught her wrist and pulled her onto his lap and he sucked one of the tiny triangles covering a tit into his mouth.

  Her legs opened as she writhed and squirmed to get away from him. Her little pink gash was glistening and Wairangi covered it with his big hand and after mashing his fingertips into it he forced his middle finger up her and started fucking her with it.

  Mira fought him but her legs splayed open, and with his finger spearing in and out of her and his palm mashing against her clit while he sucked her tits she was soon convulsing and moaning in orgasm.

  Wairangi lifted her and carried her back into the laundry. He bent her over the washing machine and held her down with his hand pressed over the back of her neck. He freed his cock and forced it up her and then he fucked her hard until he came.

  Mira remained bent over the washing machine as Fiumu got in behind her. He had his monster cock in hand and he placed the massive dome against her dripping little hole and leant forward into her.

  In contrast to Wairangi, he was very gentle. He again only used a portion of his shaft to fuck her and even with Mira forcing herself back against him there was still a few inches of it exposed.

  Mira's bikini top was bunched above her tits and her nipples were pressed against the lid of the washing machine. She was rolling her hips and working herself onto the massive pole
that was inside of her. Fiumu kept a steady pace with his thrusts and he had a hand around her hip and his fingers rubbing against her clit. He was obviously getting close to cumming when Mira's body again convulsed in orgasm.

  The young islander guy rode her until she settled. He then leant over her back.

  "Hold still for me now," he said to her and she nodded and gripped the back of the washing machine.

  Fiumu edged his knees between hers and opened her legs a little further, and he laid over her back again and closed his hands over hers. He then rolled his hips slowly and firmly and forced the remaining length of his cock into her. He was pressed hard up against her and he started humping slowly and deliberately.

  Mira's eyes were wide and her fists were clenched. The guy's face was in her hair and his chest was pressed against her back. Her tits were squashed against the lid of the washing machine. She was completely pinned down and the swollen cock head was buried deep inside of her.

  Fiumu bucked and his entire body convulsed. Mira's eyes rolled back to watch his face. He thrust once more and she ground her butt into him, arching her hips and presenting her body for even deeper penetration. And he clamped himself against her. His legs were apart and Kenny could see his big black balls contracted up into the base of his cock and throbbing.

  Mira's body appeared to relax as her belly was being flooded with sperm. Her eyes had closed and she seemed to be biting down on that little smile.

  Fiumu finished filling her and lifted from her back. His cock was still semi-firm as he extracted it from her. It didn't appear to be quite as thick anymore but the massive purple head was still swollen and his shaft was slick and dripping with their combined juices.

  When Fiumu stepped aside Kenny took his place. Mira looked back at him but she didn't attempt to stop him or move away.

  "I'm getting sore now," she said and her voice was so sweet, there was no way he could then fuck her.

  "So fuck her in the ass," Simon said sort of casually.

  "Hey - we didn't say anything about that!" Mira complained, but she was smiling and she still didn't attempt to get up from being bent over the washing machine.

  Kenny’s heart was in his throat and Wairangi and Fiumu had both turned an ashen white.

  Simon stepped into the laundry shelter and smoothed hair from his wife's face. "You might have to force her though," he said to Kenny, smiling broadly - and Mira blushed.

  Kenny touched her back, rubbing firmly up to her neck, and he pressed his hand there.

  "Just gently okay," she uttered, peering back at him and squirming her butt against his cock, and a cheeky little smile curved her lips.

  Fiumu laughed but Wairangi was still in shock. Kenny levered his cock down and pressed the head against her pussy lips. It sunk in easily and her body squirmed back against him.

  His load was already welling in his balls but he pulled back and touched the head of his cock to her sweet little hole. She whimpered. He didn't know if it was part of the act or not. She then gripped the washing machine as he opened her and slowly forced his length into her.

  Mira's eyes remained set upon her husband's face while Kenny fucked her.

  Kenny kept his weight upon the back of her neck but she wasn't resisting. She was even grinding back against him when he was fully embedded, and when he was pumping his load into her she kept her hips arched and allowed him to shoot it as deep inside of her as he could.

  "So you guys planned this?" Wairangi asked, finally waking to the situation.

  "I can't believe it took you three days to make a move," Simon chuckled.

  Mira lifted and tried to fix her bikini top while Kenny had a feel of her tits. She kept her hips arched for him though and he still had his cock in her ass.

  Fiumu was laughing and Wairangi was coming around. They wanted to know if they were allowed to keep fucking Mira and Simon was agreeable, as long as there was no violence.

  “And you can force her but if she actually says no or stop then the game’s over,” he explained seriously.

  Kenny pushed Mira back down and with his cock having firmed again he started working it in and out of her tight little hole. She was incredibly tight, but with the semen he'd already deposited in her she had become more wet and slippery.

  She lifted her butt to him and he pounded her hard and shot another load of cum deep into her body.

  And Mira spent that afternoon sunbathing naked.

  Max was informed of what was going on but he seemed unsure of how to approach her. That night however, after Simon had fucked her he held her down and let Max have a turn. And after Max had finished they all watched Fiumu bring her to a screaming orgasm with his monster cock before he forced the last few inches in.

  Simon had held her arms above her head the whole time and he still held them while he watched the young islander inject his sperm directly into his wife's belly.

  And they ended up spending two weeks on the island. Never once did Mira surrender easily though. It would always be a fight to hold her down and they all ended up with bruises and scratches, but once you got your cock in she would settle and either work you with that tight little pussy, or if you were in her ass she would wriggle back against you until you shot your load in deep. And sometimes late in the day she would agree to suck your cock and swallow your cum to avoid being fucked again.

  Kenny knew her husband enjoyed watching her being taken but he never could figure out just how much of Mira's initial reluctance was for real……..

  End

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