Chapter 4

She led me back out into the hallway, the sounds of passion growing louder as we approached the living room. Mrs. Alexander, Ella’s mom, was now riding Jackson’s massive cock, her breasts bobbing up and down. Across from them, Penny was on her knees, her lips locked with Alex’s. His hands were in between her legs. Their bodies were a tangle of youthful passion, their kisses deep and hungry.

Mr. Alexander and my mom were at the bar, sipping on some exotic cocktails, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. They were laughing and chatting amicably as if the depraved act unfolding before them was the most natural thing in the world.

Ella led me to the bar. “Let’s get you something to drink,” she said.

Her parents looked up as we approached, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. “Mike, you look like you’ve had quite the night,” Mr. Alexander said with a knowing smile, raising his glass to me.

Mom leaned over the bar. “You finally become a part of us, huh?” she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but somehow, it didn’t sound as wrong as it should have. Maybe Lily was right. Maybe this was what I needed to truly understand the island’s way of life. “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I did.”

Mr. Alexander leaned closer, a twinkle in his eye. “So, how was it with my daughter?” he asked.

I stumbled over my words, the question catching me off guard.

Ella’s voice came from behind the bar, “He hasn’t fucked me yet, Daddy,” she said and passed me my drink.

Her father raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I thought she would jump on you just right after the initiation” he said, looking me up and down with an amused smirk. “You see, my daughter has had a bit of a crush on you when you two were kids.”

Ella’s cheeks turned pink, and she playfully slapped her Dad’s arm. “Daddy, don’t tease him,” she giggled. But the way she looked at me, her eyes glittering with excitement, told me she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

Mom leaned closer to me, her bare breasts pressing against the bar. “Why don’t you take her now, son?” she suggested, her voice thick with desire. “She would not say no.”

Ella looked at me shyly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “I always accept family requests,” she admitted.

“So, do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the liquid glass.

Ella’s cheeks went from pink to scarlet. She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and shyness. “I-I wouldn’t say no,” she stuttered.

“But you’re not saying yes,” I pointed out, trying to gauge her true feelings. “So, do you want me to fuck you, or are you just okay with it because of this ‘family request’ thing?”

Ella’s hand trembled as she took a sip of her drink. “How does it matter, Mike? Can’t you just fuck me, fuck my wet horny pussy!”

The room erupted into laughter. Mr. Alexander and my mom chuckled at the awkwardness of our conversation. Alex and my little sister finished their tongue fighting, came to join us at the bar, and grabbed a drink.

“Don’t be shy, Mikey,” Alex said, slapping my back. “Ella’s a good fuck. In our house, my Dad and I fuck her all the time. You’ll love it too.”

My mind raced, trying to process everything. Penny was watching us, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She asked, “Eliz, can I lick your pussy after he’s done with you?”

Ella looked at her, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Sure, little slut,” she said, using the term with affection. “So, Mike, your little one is waiting.”

The room was thick with tension as everyone watched me, their eyes glinting with excitement. I knew this was a test, a challenge to see if I could truly embrace the island’s culture. If I didn’t act, I’d be seen as weak, as someone who couldn’t handle the reality of this place. But if I did, I’d be one of them, part of their twisted little world.

“If you don’t admit that you want me,” I was trying to play a game, “I’m not going to fuck you, Ella.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a step back. “Fine,” she said, her voice dripping with challenge. “If you think I’ll be begging you, then you’re wrong.” With that, she turned and strutted towards the black guy, her hips swaying seductively.

Ella sidled up to them and whispered something in their ears. They looked at me for a moment, a smirk playing on their lips. Jackson pulled out of Mrs. Alexander with a wet pop, his cock was disturbingly a foot long. It was a tool that could bring a woman to her knees as Ella replaced her mother’s spot, kneeling and offering her vagina to him.

“Jackson, darling,” she began, her voice dripping with seduction, “why don’t you show Mike what a real man does when a woman offers her pussy?”

I took a deep breath, the room spinning around me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As she spread her legs wider, the head of Jackson’s cock brushed against her folds and was about to go in. “It’s uhhh,” I called out, my voice breaking.

“Wrong answer, Mike,” she said, turned to Jackson, and nodded.

Jackson took the signal without missing a beat. He grabbed Ella’s hips and slammed his foot-long meat into her, making her squeal with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders. My heart hammered in my chest, watching as he claimed her in front of everyone.

The sound of his cock sliding into her was obscene and raw, filling the room with a wet slap that seemed to echo off the walls. She moaned, her eyes still locked on mine, the challenge in them unmistakable. Mr. Alexander seemed to enjoy watching his daughter’s tits bounce as he fuck her hard.

“Doesn’t it bother you? Seeing your daughter being fucked?” I asked Mr. Alexander but as I turned to him, I saw my little sister, bent over the arm of the couch, her perfect round ass in the air, his face buried in her pussy, licking her with enthusiasm.

Penny looked at me, a smug smile on her lips. “Why would it bother him?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with pleasure from his tongue. “Look how happy she is.”

Ella’s moans grew louder as Jackson’s strokes grew more vigorous, her body bouncing with each thrust. I felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, watching my childhood friend get fucked by this man, but the sight of her pleasure was undeniably intoxicating. I realized by then that I was losing my innocence, little by little.

As if reading my thoughts, Penny told me, “Jackson’s cock is amazing, Mike. When he fucks me, it pokes my cervix with every thrust.” Her voice was a breathy moan, her words dripping with excitement. “And when he climaxes, his cum goes all the way up to my womb. It felt like I was inseminated.”

Her words were like gasoline thrown onto the fire of my anger and arousal. “That’s enough,” I said, my voice firm despite the rage burning in my chest.

“You want to fuck her, Mikey?” Penny said, her voice teasing.

I nodded, unable to hide the truth from my sister. The anger I felt earlier was replaced by a weird emotion that I’d never known existed. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Then you’ll have to get in line,” Mr. Alexander said. He now finished eating my little sister’s sex, aligning his cock with Penny’s pussy, and pushing it inside without a preamble. She let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing before relaxing into the rhythm of his thrusts. I could see the pleasure in her eyes, and the way her body responded to him.

It was like watching a twisted play, one that I never wanted to be part of but couldn’t tear my eyes away from. Nearby, the black man’s strokes grew faster and harder, and soon, his grunts grew louder, and I knew he was about to climax.

Ella’s moans grew louder, and her eyes still looked at me as she approached climax. She trembled onto Jackson’s cock, her pussy tightening around him, urging him to fill her up with his seed. I watched, frozen, as he unloaded his cum in her throbbing pussy.

Mr. Alexander grunted as he also unloaded into my little sister’s. I realized that his eyes were always on his daughter. He got his climax from watching his daughter getting fucked. With all the scenes that were a twist of flesh and pleasure, I felt something within me begin to shift. The intensity of deprave killed my innocence. The rage that I always had, has now begun to feel less and less.

I took a deep breath and made my decision. I set my drink down with the sound of the glass hitting the bar. I strode over to where Ella was, her chest heaving from her recent climax, and wrapped my arms around her waist. She looked up at me with surprise and a hint of excitement in her eyes.

With a firm grip, I led her away from the living room, through the confusion of naked bodies, and towards my room. They watched us with knowing smiles. It was like they were waiting for this moment, for me to give in to the temptations that had been surrounding us since we arrived.

As we got inside my room and the door closed behind us, I pushed her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly under her weight. Her legs were spread wide, and she looked up at me. Her pussy, swollen and glistening with the black man’s cum. The semen had painted her inner thighs and was slowly seeping out of her, leaving a sticky trail that glistened in the dim light. Her pussy looked like it had been through a war, her labia red and puffy, the entrance to her sex gaping open, messed with cum but looked like it was begging for more.

I didn’t waste any time. I tore off my towel and my cock sprang out, hard and ready. I climbed on top of her, slipping my cock inside her entrance with one slippery swift movement. I fucked her very hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. I could feel the remnants of the black man’s cum around my cock as I moved in and out of her, and it only made me fucked even harder into her lovely cunt.

That night, the boundaries of rage and love blurred as we fucked with an insatiable hunger. We lost track of time as we switched positions, hours passed in oblivion. We used each other’s body to climax again and again. My cock didn’t care if it was her first or a hundredth, it was just eager to fill her pussy with my lustily liquid.

The night rolled into the morning, and the only thing that changed was the light streaming in through the windows. We did only stop because both of us passed out in each other’s arms.

I woke up at noon. The room was empty. The sheets were sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. I glanced over to the side and saw Ella was not there. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. But as the memories flooded back, the anger and confusion from the night before began to dissipate, replaced by a strange sense of ease.

I thought about Lily’s words, about being over the sexual norm and losing innocence. I thought about the way Ella had looked at me last night. Maybe she had been waiting for me to make a move all along. The more I considered it, the more I realized that the anger and fear were just a cover for my desires. This island was a place where I could finally let go of the chains of societal norms and be free to experience what I truly wanted.

With that in mind, I made my way to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling for sustenance. My mom was already there, wearing just a small apron that barely covered her breasts and a tiny thong. She was slicing fruit, her body glowing from the recent activities. She looked up and smiled when she saw me. “Ah, Mikey,” she said, “I was just making lunch for you and Ella. You two must be starving.”

Ella entered the kitchen moments later, wearing nothing but a pair of my boxers, her hair a wild mess. She looked at me with a mix of shyness that I hadn’t seen from her before. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride that we had been fucked.

Mom looked at us both, a knowing smile on her lips. “Well, how many times did you two fuck last night?” she asked, her tone casual.

I couldn’t help but blush, and Ella giggled. “Six, I think,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mom’s smile grew wider. “How was my son’s cock?” she asked, handing us both plates of fruit.

Ella took a bite, her cheeks still flushed from the night’s activities. She swallowed and took a deep breath before speaking. “It was ... different,” she said, her voice a bit shy. “Only a bit smaller than your husband, but I love it because it’s Mike’s.”

The conversation was surreal, but somehow it felt natural in this place where the air was thick with sex and the scent of desire. My mother’s question was direct and blunt, yet it didn’t seem to phase Ella. She simply answered as if discussing the weather.

“Maybe you should try him,” Ella suggested, looking at my mom with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“I would like to but...” She took a deep breath and looked at me with a mix of hope and concern. “ ... I’m not sure about him. Do you want to fuck your mother, Mike?”

I looked at my mother, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation. I had never thought about fucking my mother before, but in this place where everything was so fucked up, it didn’t seem that strange anymore.

“Maybe,” I said, my voice low and tentative. “I’m not fully ready yet, but ... maybe.”

Ella’s expression was a mix of disappointment and understanding. She nodded and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, Mike,” she said. “You still have some innocence left. Take your time.”