Chapter 4

When Jenna and Darcie returned with bananas, Mike and Emma were playing in the pool. "Come on in," Mike said. Jenna and Darcie dropped their stalks of bananas and splashed into the pool. Jenna was carrying one banana in each hand. "Would you like a banana?" she asked suggestively holding it close to her hips.

Emma blushed but Mike laughed and said, "Absolutely." Jenna tossed one to him.

Holding the second just as suggestively, Jenna said, "Emma, a banana?"

Emma blushed more and said, "No."

Jenna tossed the banana to Darcie. "Looks like it's your turn."

Darcie joined Emma in blushing.

The four of them only worked, if you could call it that, a few hours a day. In their little tropical paradise, it just didn't take longer to put food on the table. It was the invention of agriculture that led to a full days work. If Mike didn't catch a fish in an hour he'd move on to a better spot. Three hours to get their daily breadfruit and fish was the exception. They spent a lot of time in the pool or fooling around, games, or just talking.

That night, Jenna slept with Mike again but it was just for cuddling. Mike knew she was making a point, but it was fine with him. He was still happy from the afternoon bout with little Emma. There was still that disbelief that a twelve-year-old woman could be so sexual. It was just social prejudice colliding with reality, not unusual for Americans with all of the nonsense sexual cultural baggage they have.

The next night, Jenna slept with Mike again but this night it was a while before they got to sleep. It started with mutual oral, then her on top, then Mike behind, then him on top, and ended with crashing mutual orgasms. Emma and Darcie watched the whole thing by the light of the dying fire, while pretending not to, and had their own climaxes, several times as they watched.

Mike left the girls all sleeping the next morning. He felt whole and complete and so very happy. He was the man of his house and it had three lovely women. He brought home the bacon for them. He cared for them. He was fulfilled in ways that his more civilized compatriots could never be, in a primal level that made him feel like a complete man.

He wandered down to the beach and watched the waves breaking on the outer reef. The trades were blowing and the waves crashed on the reef sending spray high into the air. The palms danced in the strong trade winds. It was paradise.

After, he heard the girls rise and swim in the pool then wander off for their morning chores, Mike dragged the raft down to the shore. He set off to his favorite spot. He held the spear and dove down until he could wrap his feet around a rock and became still. He was getting better at holding his breath.

This day, he had been down a long time and he could feel the build up of CO2 in his lungs. It wasn't dangerous, but it did burn. He was about ready to head up for a breath when he saw movement. Something was crawling out between the rocks. It was unusual, like a spider ... Mike held on ... His spear flashed and hit the crawler, piercing the hard exoskeleton. The thing thrashed but could not free itself since the tines had come through the other side.

Mike shot up to the surface and held up the spear. "Damn," he whispered. It was a beautiful lobster. It must have weighed three pounds. Mike clambered back into the raft. Mike broke the lobster in half, knowing the girls wouldn't appreciate the guts. It was a male so there was no roe. He tossed the body back to chum his area.

When the girls returned, Mike was proudly holding the lobster tail. "Lobster."

Jenna's eyes sparkled. "Really?"

"I just wish we had butter," he said.

"I don't care. Get the fire going," she said to Emma and Darcie. They sat around the fire watching the tail crackle. Mike split the tail with the survival knife and cut it into four pieces. Each of them savored every bite of the rich meat. Emma tossed some breadfruit on after the lobster was cooked and they finished their repast.

"Mike," Jenna said. "You have to get another one."

He laughed. "I'd love to. That's the first one I've seen. If I only had scuba tanks..."

They went to the pool to clean off and laze away the rest of the day, full and happy.

The night after, Emma made it clear she wanted to try all that stuff she had seen and heard, so it was a replay of the night before. It's funny how something that ought to be the same, the same positions in the same order, are so different with a different woman. Her lack of experience on one hand and wonderment at how things felt made everything so very different from the night before. It was like I had never done any of this before. He was exhausted and satiated when he fell asleep holding Emma.

That morning, there was a tension in the air, and it was Darcie from whom the tension came. After breakfast and before Mike headed out fishing, Darcie invited him for a walk. He could see Jenna lifting an eyebrow as Darcie took him away from camp. But Jenna was also smiling, knowing her sister was about to experience the wonderful pleasure that only a man and woman can bring to each other. They walked for a while along the beach, then into the trees. She sat on an old palm with some rocks behind her, a few vines draped over them, the sunlight dappled from the palms, gentle tropical breeze blowing in from the ocean.

"Mike," she started. "I, uh..."

He nodded.

"God, this is so hard. I want to try it like Jenna and Emma."

"It?" he asked.

"Don't be mean. This is really hard for me. I guess I always thought my first time would be in a nice bed, you know, a four poster with a canopy, all pink and frilly," she said.

"Yeah, I know. The Snow White syndrome. Prince Charming and glass slippers," Mike said.

"That's Cinderella," she said.

"Same thing," he said. "The trouble is no guy is ever going to be able to live up to the fantasy."

"Yeah, I know. It isn't a fantasy, you and Jenna and Emma and me. It's just the four of us. I guess it is kind of like you are our husband on the island. So, can you pretend to be my husband? This could be our wedding night, right now," she said.

Mike smiled. "Darcie, I do love the three of you and I guess in a way I feel responsible for you like a husband. I never thought of it exactly like that until now. Wow, I just went from bachelor to three wives."

Mike knelt down in front of the girl and took her into his arms. "Husband," she said as she put her arms around his neck. They kissed as lovers for the first time.

Mike bent and took one of her pointy young breasts into his mouth. His hand caressed the other. Darcie's head fell back. She had never experienced something quite as intense as this, even when she played with herself. Having a partner turned up the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body.

Mike's hand slid down across her flat hard belly and between her spread legs. His finger dipped down into her and found her wet. He spread her juices around so his fingers slid easily as he caressed her pussy. Darcie couldn't believe how good this all felt. She was being carried along by the newness of these sensations; literally she was in Mike's hands.

Mike lifted Darcie's knees up over his shoulders and bent down to her pussy. She watched intently as his mouth found her. His tongue lightly played along her labia. Darcie fell back against the vines' allowing Mike better access to her pussy. He kissed her labia making her giggle. Then his tongue lapped up and around her clitoris which turned the giggles into a gasps of pleasure.

Darcie was carried along on the wings of pleasure as Mike sucked her clitoris into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue. Darcie's eyes were closed and her body was trembling. She was ready. Mike brought her close to climax, then backed off, barely touching her. His tongue kept teasing her labia and vaginal opening, avoiding her button, keeping her close, but not allowing her to fall over into a climax. Her hips pushed up, seeking the release.

He could tell it was time as Darcie moaned and writhed under him in the grass. Moving up over her, he lined up his hard cock with her pussy and rubbed it around, covering it with her juices. Every time it touched her clitoris she jumped. Seating his cock in her opening, Mike caressed her clitoris. Darcie was moaning and crying out. Her hips jerked and spasmed. As she crested her climax, Mike pushed forward, sending his cock through her barrier and deep into her pussy. Darcie cried out, partly in pain but partly in pleasure of being filled by a man for the first time.