Castaway Island
Copyright© 2025 by Taoman
Chapter 16: The Rock (continued)
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Rock (continued) - Three women and a man are castaways on a Pacific Island after their plane crashes. This is a redo of my work, Master's Island, which I posted 25 years ago. The younger girls are both 19 now, and I have changed the pirates to a no ethnic specific description. The story has also been expanded and rethought.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Harem First Oral Sex Big Breasts
Taylor lifted his hand and filled it with Brittany’s breast, the weight of it spilling over his palm, warm and impossibly soft. His thumb rolled across her nipple, slow circles that made the pink bud tighten instantly. Brittany’s breath hitched, a sharp little gasp that trembled in the humid air.
“Brittany,” he said, voice low, “kiss me again.”
She leaned forward without hesitation now, pressing her breast deeper into his hand, mouth opening against his in a kiss that was all hunger and surrender. Her tongue slid against his, shy at first, then desperate, tasting of salt and the faint sweetness of the fish she’d devoured.
When they broke apart, their foreheads still touching, her eyes were huge and glassy.
“Do you like being touched like this, little Brittany?” he murmured.
His other hand rose, cupping her second breast, squeezing them together until the soft flesh spilled between his fingers. Her nipples grazed his palms like hot coins.
“I ... I think so,” she whispered, voice shaking. “No one has ever touched me like that before.”
He smiled, slow and predatory, and bent forward. His mouth closed over one stiff nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out softly. He sucked hard, then released her with a wet pop, leaving the peak glistening and aching.
He lay back on the rock, arms behind his head, cock now fully hard and curving up against his stomach.
“You two are coming to my camp to live from now on,” he said, tone flat and final. “Your crazy sister can starve for all I care. And no more sneaking food to her. I catch either of you feeding Kimberly again, I’ll cut a fresh switch from the nearest tree and stripe your bare asses until you can’t sit for a week. Is that understood?”
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