The Island
The travel day from Minnesota to the tropics was long and tiring. They few to Chicago for a short stop, then took two connecting flights before hopping on a boat for a three hour voyage to the island. It wasn't a cruise ship by any figment of one's imagination. It was a freighter that delivered supplies to the small islands ringing the South Pacific. Their discomfort wasn't helped by the rough seas that day. Bob said it was unusual weather. Nevertheless, Joy was seasick.
They arrived in the afternoon, Tropics time, not Midwestern time and were exhausted. While the staff unloaded the boat and hauled it to the house, Bob uncorked a bottle of Champagne to celebrate their arrival. With Champagne glasses in hand, he gave everyone a short tour. Kevin and Joy hit the sack almost immediately after they unpacked. They didn't wake up until sunrise.
The sunrise over the ocean was spectacular. Kevin and Joy dressed and went down for breakfast only to find no one was dressed, not meaning formally, but not dressed at all. Even the staff serving breakfast was nude. "We're rather informal here, folks," Becky said, "so don't feel the need to wear your everyday costumes."
Kevin was in awe of the eighteen year old girl serving breakfast. Her sweet smile was dazzling. Her bronze body was smooth and glossy. Her tits were small and firm with dark nipples. Her name was Moana.
After breakfast, Joy and Kevin removed their "costumes" deciding to wander around the island getting a closer look. Becky decided to go to the pool and find the maintenance man. Bob went to the beach with his favorite rum drink.
The island was basically a rain forest, like Becky had told Joy, with a white sandy beach and an open space that was cleared for the buildings and pool. The beach had several thatched roof cabanas and a small bar. Bob told them to duck in the cabanas when they're on the beach. He said the sun is sneaky and sunburn catches up with you quickly.
Inside the forest, Kevin and Joy found three huts, each large enough to house four people. They included beds, a grill for cooking, and a small portable propane refrigerator. One of the huts was occupied by a couple on the staff enjoying the pleasures of their free time. Joy recognized the man as the cook, and was rather taken by his long black cock, especially his huge balls slamming into the maid's ass. They both appeared to be enjoying their break time.
Meanwhile, Bob was in a cabana sipping his drink when he saw something unexpected. There was a ship heading for their island that was the same freighter they had been on the day before. At first, Bob thought the ship had forgotten a delivery which wasn't unusual. However, the delivery wasn't what he had anticipated. When the ship docked, three couples walked onto the shore.
There was drastic contrast between the naked "native" and the well dressed visitors. One of the newly arriving guests looked at Bob and said with a thick accent, "Looks like we're in the right place. I see we're not going to be alone."
Bob was stunned. "Excuse me! Who are you?"
The man with the accent pulled out a sheet of paper, handing it to Bob. "As you see, Sir, we have reservations here."
Bob looked carefully at the sheet that clearly stated the dates and the location of their holiday. Bob said, "There must be some mistake. This is a private island."
The woman next to the foreigner said with the same accent, "We know that. We saw it on Trip Advisor and made reservations a year ago. It's really hard to book this island."
"You made the booking before I became the owner," Bob told them. "I've had it for only six months."
Another woman with an attitude was more insistent. She demanded with a different accent, "Well we're here, and it wasn't easy. We're staying, and you'll just have to put up with us for the next three weeks."
Several of the male staff were coming to the beach just as the ship pulled away. They looked like the naked natives that you used to see in National Geographic magazine. One of the staff members said to Bob, "I'm so sorry for the mix-up, Sir. These people did make reservations. When you said you were coming the same week, it was too late to cancel them."
"Well, there's nothing we can do," Bob told the servant. "We have enough room in the house. Please take them up to their rooms."
The six tourists and their luggage were soon settled in the house. They understood what the island was offering and went to the pool to skinny dip in the hot afternoon. Becky was startled when she saw the strangers until Bob explained the confusion.
Becky replied, "Well, the good thing Bob, is the girls all have shapely bodies and the guys are well hung."
"Even better, Becky. The women look like Playboy models and the guys have rocking six-pack abs. Now we understand something about our benefactor. He was running a swingers resort for European celebrities. I think it was for him and also to keep the staff employed when he wasn't here. I mean, he seems to have been a generous person."
It turned out that none of the three couples knew each other and in fact, were from different countries. That's the way the island is advertised at Adult Friend Finder, as a place to bring people together and experience new partners. One couple was from Spain, a second from Italy, and the third from Portugal. They all spoke English, so it wasn't long before everyone learned each other's names and shared a little about themselves. None of them talked about their careers, but it was obvious they weren't your average European.
The new group of acquaintances gathered at the beach to watch the moon rise over the ocean, socialize, and enjoy after dinner drinks, the kind they call boat drinks with tiny umbrellas. Pot was the preferred stimulant as it was during the next three weeks.
That evening everyone slept in their own rooms fantasizing about the next day. Becky already had her reunion with the maintenance staff, so she quickly fell asleep. Her husband, Kevin was wide awake thinking about Moana, the young waitress. Joy was dreaming of being with the cook and his huge balls banging her tush. Finally, Bob had his eye on the buxom raven with dark eyes from Italy. Morning didn't come soon enough.
Of course their fantasies came true starting with Joy and the cook. She wasn't disappointed. Kevin was making small talk with Moana while she cleared the dishes. Joy and the cook were in her bedroom trying to take every inch of his long shaft in her throat. She had more success getting him balls deep in her pussy. The cook banged into her like Joy had seen in the hut a day earlier. Now he was doing her just as vigorously. Her clit tingled and her body began to tremble as if an earthquake had hit the island. Joy got her pleasure from a half dozen orgasms before her lover pumped her with shot after shot of his hot thick cum. She asked that they might meet again when he left to go back to work to prepare lunch.
The courting process was much slower with Kevin and Moana. She kept returning to the kitchen with the dishes and only stayed to talk with Kevin for a moment before repeating the routine. When all the dishes were cleared, she said she had to help in the kitchen getting ready for lunch. He didn't see her again until the noon meal.
Bob also had a hard time connecting with Maria, the Italian. He didn't make any headway until inviting her on his cruiser. Her pierced boobs jiggled with each step while boarding the yacht making him crazy with lust. It took an hour at sea before she warmed up to him. Bob had her steer the boat while he stood behind her with his hands firmly grasping her boobs and his cock rising to full staff. She felt him but didn't say a word.
He turned off the engine to let his yacht drift in the open water and brought her a rum cocktail while they sat in the bow. When Bob felt she was a little more amiable and open to his advances, he knelt in front of her and gently spread her legs. He looked up at her beautiful jet black eyes, but she showed no emotion while she sipped her drink and he tasted her cunt.
Bob felt the Italian woman's desires welling up as he fingered her moist pussy, and Maria began moaning in a way that suggested she needed a more invasive pleasure. Bob pushed his throbbing cock past her slit moving deliberately waiting for her responses. They became evident when, what might have been only a minute later, Maria aggressively shoved him to the floor and hopped on his slimy cock.
She fucked him like a wild animal. Watching her tits bounce at every stroke made him thirst for her even more. But Bob's self-restraint was short lived when he pulled the plug, creaming her with a prodigious load. Bob hadn't lasted long and could see Maria's disappointment. She said nothing and picked up her drink as if nothing had happened. Then she looked directly into Bob's eyes and said, "Maybe you'll do better the next time."
There was a next time and even a third. A half hour later, Bob bent Maria over the side rail and pounded into her from the rear. This gave him a chance to grab hold of her tits as they dangled and swayed over the side like two large water balloons. Bob went on much longer this time to Maria's satisfaction and his redemption. The third time, Bob finished in her mouth. Maria washed it down with the last of her rum drink.
Becky was back at the pool. She was alone with the Spaniard. They swam, had a few drinks, then went to the Jacuzzi where jets of water massaged their naked bodies. Fucking in water was totally new to Becky, and she enjoyed the erotic feeling of him pounding into her while they thrashed in the tub. She didn't have orgasms like with the maintenance guy, but it was great to feel him pulsing, and filling her womb with a sizeable quantity of Spanish spunk.
After lunch, Moana was much more approachable. Kevin took her to a hut in the rain forest and eventually she allowed him to fuck her tight pussy. She was so tight Kevin even thought she might have been a virgin although Moana didn't respond like a virgin. Once Kevin slid into her young pussy, Moana was a more active partner than he anticipated, and showed him how she wanted it. He finally finished taking her in the doggie position with his cum dripping down her thighs. She kissed him saying, "Thank you, Daddy," and ran off like a child to the house.
At dinner, Becky announced the plans for the next day. "We are going out on the yacht for most of the day and for our after dinner entertainment, our roommates will be a little different. Women, pick from this hat to find your partner. If you choose someone you came here with, choose again. No one will be with their significant other. Understand? And one more thing boys, on the yacht tomorrow, keep your pistols holstered. You'll want to give your woman your best shot tomorrow night."
The Portuguese woman asked, "Who do we sleep with tonight?"
Becky shot a glance at her and said, "Whomever you wish but not the man you will entertain tomorrow night."
Joy had a rough night. While her husband, Kevin, was always gentle with her, the Portuguese was not. He cuffed and gagged her, banging into every hole. Becky continued fucking the Spaniard. She loved his dark eyes and how his mustache tickled her clit. Kevin found the Spaniard's wife enchanting and loved her energetic uninhibited spirit. Bob picked up with Maria where they left off on the yacht. She had the perfect body to finish with a tit fuck. The Portuguese woman and Italian man brought their romance to the beach where they screwed like two horny teenagers.