Chapter 3

Something was gnawing at the back of my mind, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched or a craving I couldn’t quite place. I was watching the girls frolicking about on the sand, giggling playfully as they tossed the beach ball back and forth, wrestling it from one another. Under normal circumstances, I would have been enthralled, even at this ungodly early hour. It was like a scene out of an adult film that would have had any hot-blooded male frothing at the lips, but there was something missing...

No, not something ... SomeONE!

As if on cue, the bushes behind me rustled, and Hannah stepped out of them, a sling under her arm fashioned from a few tied-together shirts almost overflowing with Mangos. Her face looked up to mine, a happy smile on her face and that mischievous glint in her eye, the same one I had seen yesterday when she had watched me mate so furiously with Hayley.

I inhaled deeply, I could taste her scent. Not the crude aroma of her molten sex, well, not only that but the simple presence of her. The glistening perspiration on her skin sent a jolt through my growing tumescence, and I was somehow aware of the rise of my own pheromones in the air. She froze on the spot and sucked in a deep breath. With a morning-defying grace of movement, I was on my feet.

As soon as her eyes met mine, the look on her face changed. Gone was the happy, easy smile. In its place was a look of pure wanton desire, a lustful hunger that I immediately knew I was mirroring back at her. Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her nipples hardened, and their outlines pressed tantalizingly against the fabric of her white bikini.

She dropped the sling. I was halfway across the ground between us before the Mangos had finished falling from it. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her after me as I quick-marched us into the trees. A gasp escaped her lips, not one of pain from the pressure of my grip, nor was it one of fear or even apprehension at the sudden change in me; It was a gasp of pure, undiluted arousal.

She knew what was coming and wholeheartedly endorsed the plan.

I had no idea how far into the trees I pulled her before I spun her around and pulled her into me. I kissed her with a passion that I could scarcely believe, our lips crushed together as she poured as much into me as I did into her. Her thigh lifted, and her foot started running up and down the side of my leg, not only announcing her willingness but seeming to build my passions even more.

With a shove that would normally horrify the gentleman in me, she was on her back in the sand, propped up on her elbows and looking up at me with wide, excited, hungry eyes. She was panting hard, and her tongue darted out to run over her lips. Her glance down at the size and power of the throbbing bulge in my shorts only heightened her need.

I dropped down onto my knees between her parted legs, glancing down at the wetness darkening the crotch of her bikini panties, and inhaled deeply. It was there again, only much stronger. Her scent, her womanly aroma, washed over my senses like a wave over the wet sand, saturating me, filling me, completely consuming me. My resistance crumbled, and my self-control was all but gone. I dropped my head down, pulled the saturated white material to the side, and drove my tongue into her.

Her upper body had been propped up on her elbow, but as soon as my tongue made contact, she threw her head back and let loose a deep, guttural moan. One hand reaching down to press into my hair and hold me tightly into her. My tongue dragged from her sopping, scorching hole and up through her lips to flick off her clit, her panting groan as my stubble teased over her pouting, swollen lips, turning into a cried-out gasp as the hardened point of my tongue started to lap at her nub.

My thoughts were a blur. I wanted to pleasure her, not because it gave her pleasure, but because her pleasure made her wetter ... It was her juices I wanted. I needed to feed on her, I needed to taste her, to devour her, to feast on her essence. If licking her clit and showing her mind-altering levels of pleasure was what it took to get more of that cream, then that was what I was going to do!

I was alternating my movement between torturing and tormenting her clit and delving my tongue deep into her. I would flick my tongue against, over, and around her pulsing nub, drawing back the hood with the flat of my tongue and sucking her clit into my lips, lashing my tongue against it. Then I would suddenly drop my head and push as much of it into her as I could, craning my head to fuck my tongue into the molten heat of her tunnel, sealing my lips around her hole and sucking out as much of her divine nectar as I could get. Every drop that touched my tongue was swallowed greedily.

The moans, mewls, gasps, and cries of rapture coming from her lips only added fuel to the fire that was burning through my mind. “Oh Fuck, Yes, Dan! Eat me, feast on me ... Oh God, take what you need from me and then make me yours.” Another gasped, muffled scream echoed around the forest. “Holy Shit! Nobody has ever tongue fucked me like this. Oh my fucking GOD! I am going to fucking worship you, I am going to fucking worship your cock! You are going to make me cum!! Fuck, Fuck fuckfuckfuck, I’m Cumming, I’m cumming. ImcummingImcummingIm ... OH MY FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!”

Her fingers clawed at the sand as her other hand pulled at my hair hard enough to almost rip it out at the roots. Her body arched to the point that only her shoulders and her ass were touching the ground. Every muscle between was spasming and pulled tight. She started to buck hard, strangled, breathless grunts and groans fell from her lips as she let her earth-shattering climax rip through her. A deep, animal-hungry growl rumbled from my chest as I devoured every single drop of the ambrosia that flowed so freely out of her convulsing, cumming cunt.

Finally, after what must have seemed to her like an eternity of soul-searing orgasmic pleasure, she collapsed onto the ground. Her breath was ragged and heavy, and a small line of drool crept from the corner of her slack lips. She tried to swallow around the breaths but almost choked on them as her dazed-looking eyes slowly regained focus.

They snapped back to me the instant that I moved.

I pulled myself up onto my knees, dropping my hands to loosen, and then undo my shorts, pushing them down to my knees. By the time I looked back at her, Hannah was already lifting her ass off the sand and pulling the string ties on either side of her bikini, yanking the soaked garment away and lifting her legs, hooking her hands behind her knees, and spreading herself for me. Her eyes locked onto mine. “Make me yours, Dan! Fuck me like you fucked Hayley. Fuck your spunk into me and mark me! Ram your big dick up me and claim me as yours and no others!”

Something sparked at the back of my mind, pushing through the lustful haze of my urgency. Something about the way she said it. It was not said like she wanted to be only mine, but more like there was an alternative to me claiming her, a possibility of being someone else’s, and she was making her choice. That little voice was silenced, however, as I plunged every single throbbing inch into her. “Yes, Fuck! Take me! Fill me! Seal the deal! Make me yours!”

Seal the deal? This girl seemed to have a much better understanding of what was going on than I did.

Of course, that thought was immediately swallowed by the deep, primal, animal growl that vibrated out of my throat as I started mercilessly and almost violently hammering my cock into her. Every rampant thrust of my hips smashed hers open a little wider. Her voluptuous tits bounced wildly on her chest as she pulled them out of her top. Every loud, wet slap echoed back to us from the trees. Every deep, throaty grunt that was thumped out of her just spurred me on to fuck her harder. “Nghn, Nghn, Nghn, Nghn!”

Her eyes were rolling, and any semblance of coherent words was gone. Only a string of fuck-fuelled vowels and grunted, panted expletives were screamed into the air. I swung a hand back and spanked her ass, letting the rippling flesh burn red in the shape of my handprint, marking her in a similar fashion to the mark on Hayley’s throat. My heavy balls thudded into her rippling ass as one colossal orgasm after another crashed through her.

This was another claiming! Another instance where the time I would normally spend on trying to draw out the pleasure was utterly forgotten, replaced with a need to fuck my seed into her. To mark her with my scent, to claim her as mine. To add her to my quickly growing group of conquests. That really was what was happening here. She was in no way hesitant or resistant, but I was conquering her nonetheless.

Any thought of her enjoyment was burned from my mind by the growing bestial need. The base instinct to mate. Her eyes were swimming in their sockets, pointing up towards the top of her skull. Her mouth hung open in a perpetual series of guttural grunts, moans, and screams. Her tongue hung loosely from her lips. Her mind was completely given over to the moment. I may not have been thinking of her pleasure at all, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling more of it than she had ever thought possible.

Her final stratospheric climax ripped into her. Her cunt clamped down onto my pistoning cock with the force of an industrial trash compactor, the grip so tight that every single movement felt like a dozen hands all simultaneously trying to stroke me to completion. I didn’t even try to fight it.

I arched hard into her, I threw my head back and roared to the heavens, my balls drew up, my cock stretched her to her limits ... and the world went dark.

I was still pumping into her when I came around. My climax was still shooting deep into her depths, my seed splashing through her cervix and straight into her womb ... but I was me again. Obvious questions that I felt should have been asked much earlier were suddenly at the forefront of my mind. “What if I knock her up?” and more pressing, “What the fuck just happened to me?”

I mean, they weren’t urgent enough to stop my continued, albeit calmer thrusts into her, but I was now wondering if the catatonic-looking mess that had formerly been Hannah was alright. As if to answer the concern I had never spoken out loud, her eyes drifted back to me with a look of awe and indescribably satisfaction. “Holyfuckingshit! I think I just saw GOD!” She giggled, rocking herself back towards the remnants of my orgasm. “I don’t think anyone has ever cum that hard ... like, ever!”

She pulled herself up onto her elbows again, one hand wrapping around my neck and pulling me down to mash her lips to mine. The kiss was deep and passionate, and breathless. “Fuck. Thank you. You claimed me. I am yours. I so wanted to be yours!”

Ray cast me a sly, knowing look as I stepped back onto the beach a few minutes later. The weak-kneed and bow-legged Hannah had been helped back as far as the log I had spent the morning on and then left there, giggling like a drunken sorority girl and cooing happily.

“Not a word,” I smirked at him as he opened his mouth to speak.

He laughed, holding up his hands before glancing around the beach. More than one of the other girls were looking enviously over at Hannah before casting demure looks back at us. Ray smirked a little wider. “Well, if you can’t beat ‘em...” With that, he stood from the case he was rifling through, walked purposefully over to Zoe, or Caroline, or whichever of the two had been wiping her lips on entering the lake the day before, scooped her into his arms, and then carried the squealing beauty into the trees.

A few minutes later, the groans and high-pitched grunts started reverberating out of the greenery to the giggles of the rest of the women. “You were louder!” Hayley called over to the still-sitting Hannah.

“I’m not surprised,” she yelled back. “He fucked the shit out of me!”

I chuckled, opened one of the cases, and started to rummage through it as the girls kept teasing each other. “I wonder who he is going to take next,” Hayley shouted back, casting a smirking glance at me, doing her best to draw me into the banter. “None of the others have had any.”

“Not true.” Quipped Katie. The rest of the girls, with the exception of Zoe, Caroline, or whichever of the two hadn’t been dragged off into the trees by Ray, turned on the grinning Katie. “I had a nice mouthful last night. A very nice mouthful.” Another round of giggles echoed over the sand as the chestnut-haired young high school teacher comically licked the tips of her fingers.

“I call dibs!” Robyn chirped up, purring in my direction while still holding the beach ball.

“Whadya think, Dan?” Hayley called over to me. “Fancy a piece of Robyn?”

The twinge itched behind my eyes again, that need to claim and possess the woman in front of me. It had been mere minutes since I had returned with Hannah, yet, already, the tent was starting to grow in my shorts. “Nope,” I called back, my gaze holding firmly on Robyn. “Not a piece, but I am happy to take all of her.”

There was a round of “oooohs” and giggles as Robyn blushed brightly.

Something in the back of my mind that wondered how everyone was acting so normally, especially Robyn - whose sister had gone down with the plane - and the equally happy-looking Lousia - whose husband had also been killed in the crash. Both of those two women, in particular, should have been inconsolable under the circumstances, but both seemed to be acting as if nothing had happened.

Lousia, to be fair, was much quieter than the others, markedly so. But as she moved away from the rest of the group to sit by Tom, she hardly looked sad.

I had no real experience with grief, I had no measure by which to judge the girl’s reactions. I could tell that their behavior was not, strictly speaking, normal, but it had only been a few days, and most of that time had been filled with the task of surviving. I shrugged it off and went back to rummaging while the girls returned to their vigorous and bouncy beach ball-tossing game.

It wasn’t long later, maybe half an hour, that Ray returned to the debris pile. Taking deep, thirsty draws from his vodka bottle of water, he had left his lover on the log next to Hannah and had rejoined me, flush and breathing heavily.

“You alright there, man?” I asked with a chuckle.

“No! Fuck, I’m 52. She is literally half my age ... and there are two of them! I swear to Christ, my ticker is gonna give out at this rate. Urgh, Holy shit ... I think she pulled my back out!” He groaned and arched his back backward, trying to stretch it out, groaning a little louder as a few pops came from his spine.

“Gotta take care of those old bones,” I smirked at him.

“You don’t need to worry about my bones,” he laughed back.

“That’s what she said,” I laughed a little louder than I meant to. “Do I need to have a chat with them, ask them to take it easy on you, old man?”

“Not unless you don’t want to be violently reintroduced to Steve,” he chuckled back. “Now stop messing around. We have a dead dude to get rid of.”

“Yeah yeah,” I nodded. “But unless we find something sharp in this lot...” I gestured to the pile of cases, “ ... We are going to have to make our own blade out of some broken, jagged metal. That is not going to be fun.” Ray grunted his agreement and dropped down next to a case, and opened it.

I rolled my neck and looked around the beach. Today was the first day that I had really noticed the heat. It wasn’t oppressively hot, it wasn’t even particularly uncomfortable. It was just at that point where you felt it on the exposed parts of your skin if you stayed still for too long. And then only enough to make you wonder if it was a good time to put on some sunscreen. Sunscreen, along with some of the alcohol Amy had told us to keep for medical and disinfecting purposes, was something we had in ready supply.

Looking around the beach, I was aware that I was the most dressed out of everyone. All of the girls were wearing bikinis, Lousia’s and Amy’s were more modest than the others, but there was still more than enough skin on show. Elizabeth’s, on the other hand, was downright scandalous. Ray had been wearing a button-down shirt before he had vanished into the woods, and it hadn’t made the return journey with him. I was still wearing mine. Tom hadn’t worn a shirt since the day before and was now chatting to Louisa while banging smaller rocks against a partially buried boulder.

Tossing one case of useless items aside and dragging out another one, I cast another look back up the beach towards the youngest member of our group. Autism is a curious condition, and no two people with it are exactly the same. Tom, for example, seemed utterly oblivious to the sexual energy running through the group. That is not to say that he was incapable of sexuality at all, quite the opposite if the subtle glances he was casting at Lousia were anything to go by. It was more that he was only really able to comprehend it on a one-on-one basis. The energy, the feelings, and the atmosphere were not the issue; the fact that it was displayed by a group, and not by any one individual, was. The same seemed to go for communication. He could talk to pretty much anyone, provided it was a conversation he felt he could be a part of. But when he needed to address more than one person, as he had with his explanation of the chances of our rescue, he didn’t actually speak to us. He had focused his eyes on his drawing on the sand and spoken to that. We had all just happened to be listening. If one person asked a question, he could answer it as well as anybody else, if not better, but then he was talking to that person, still not to the group. It was very clearly a coping mechanism and a very effective one at that. If he was oblivious to the sexual energy of the group, I would imagine that the same would apply to our anger, frustration, happiness, or pretty much any other emotion. Tom didn’t do crowds. I could hardly blame him on that front.