Castaway Island
Copyright© 2025 by Taoman
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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 lay back on the sun-warmed slab, the rock still holding the day’s heat like a furnace beneath him.
The waterfall roared far below, a constant white noise that drowned the world to nothing but this moment.
Brittany stood trembling before him, thighs slick, fuller breasts heaving, eyes wide with the shock of her own surrender. Jennifer knelt nearby, lips swollen, watching with dark, hungry eyes.
Taylor’s gaze fixed on Brittany.
“Come here, little virgin.”
Brittany’s breath hitched. She stepped forward on shaking legs, stilettos scraping stone, until she stood between his spread thighs.
He reached up, hands sliding to her hips, guiding her down until she straddled him—knees on the hot rock, her slick heat hovering just above his rigid cock.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She did, eyes glassy, lips parted.
“This is your choice,” he said, voice low. “Lower yourself. Take me inside you. Or step away. But if you take me, you’re mine. Completely.”
Brittany’s hands settled on his chest, fingers curling against his skin.
She lowered herself slowly.
The head of his cock parted her folds, pressing against her virgin entrance. A soft, broken cry escaped her as the stretch began—slow, burning, overwhelming.
Taylor’s hands tightened on her hips, steadying, not pushing.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Take your time.”