Francisco was a tall, bearded Spanish shipping magnate with dark, commanding eyes and a cock so thick Masha swore it rearranged her insides the first time he took her.
Masha was nineteen, tiny, pale as snow, black hair to her waist, ice-blue eyes, and a mouth that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. One night in a Nome whorehouse was all it took—Francisco paid for her, paid the madam to burn her contract, and carried her out over his shoulder while she was still dripping his first load down her thighs.
He gave her the deal right there on the kitchen table: keep my house perfect and my balls empty, and you’ll never want again.She kept it religiously. Got knocked up in weeks, still fucked him three, four, five times a day, and turned into the happiest, filthiest wife on the planet.
Eight kids and one obscene fortune later, Francisco sold everything and bought a private island far enough southwest of Nome that on a clear day you can just see the snowcaps.
He sat the whole family down, Masha perched on his lap with his hand already under her skirt and laid down the law that still rules us today.
He had the rules carved into a massive spruce beam above the main lodge door. Every new bride must read them aloud—naked, bent over that very beam—while her husband (or whoever claimed her first) fucks her raw in front of the whole family.
Laws of the Island
1. Everyone on this island is freeuse. Any man, any woman, any time, any hole. Consent is given by stepping foot in the man’s house.
2. Houses belong to the men. Any woman who walks through the door spreads her legs (or her ass, or her throat) for the owner and anyone he desires. In the absence of the man of the house, his first wife assumes his role and is in control of any in the house.
3. No one touches a minor. Ever. A son or daughter caught breaking this is banished for life. Minors caught with each other face public flogging and a year of hard labor.
4. Men hunt, fish, build, and protect. Women cook, clean, raise the young, and keep every cock on the island satisfied—no exceptions.
5. Discipline is decided by a council of uninvolved adults and carried out in the circle at the center of the village: spanking, flogging, public use, whatever fits the crime. False accusations mean the accuser takes the punishment.
6. All women assist with pregnancies and births. House rights are suspended during labor until we have a proper clinic.
7. New rules may be added by unanimous vote of the adult members for rights and 2/3 majority for community rules. Breaking a rule you helped create doubles the punishment.
Two sons, one daughter and their spouses agreed on the spot. The rest could visit, but only the faithful were allowed to live.
First official night under the new laws.
The half-built lodge smelled of fresh-cut pine, whale-oil lamps. Dinner was finished, the kids were asleep, and the eight adults gathered on the wide deck under the midnight sun.
Masha started it—because Masha always starts it. She wore a thin cotton dress, nipples dark against the fabric. One tug and Donald’s thick cock was in her fist. She sank to her knees on the rough planks, looked up at her youngest son with those devil-blue eyes, and swallowed him to the root.
“Fuck your mama’s throat, malchik,” she gurgled around his shaft, spit already pouring down her chin. “Show everyone how much love my holes.”
Donald grabbed her hair and obliged, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin while the wet glurk-glurk-glurk echoed across the water.
Kimberly—red-haired, freckled, tits swollen and leaking from birthing Donald’s baby six weeks ago—waddled straight to Francisco. She yanked her dress down, milk spraying in thin arcs, and shoved a fat nipple into the old man’s mouth.
“Suck, Daddy,” she moaned, grinding her sore, dripping pussy against his thigh. “Drink your little girl dry while I stroke your big fat dick.”
Francisco growled, latched on hard, beard scratching her sensitive skin while his huge hand palmed her ass and two thick fingers slid into her still-puffy cunt. She squealed, hips bucking. Stroking his fat cock, knowing her husband would soon be offering himself in her place.
William had Gretta bent over the railing—tall, blonde, heavy swinging tits, ass like a heart-shaped target. He spread her, spat on her shaved slit, and ate her like a starving man, tongue flicking her clit while three fingers hammered her G-spot until she screamed straight into the sea.
Selma—olive skin, black hair to her waist, tits enormous since the baby—couldn’t wait another heartbeat. She shoved Robert into a deck chair, hiked her dress, and impaled herself on his cock with one slick drop.
“Two weeks without this dick,” she hissed, rolling her hips. “I’ve been finger-fucking myself raw dreaming of you wrecking me.” Robert twisted her leaking nipples until milk rained down both their chests. “Then ride me, you greedy slut. Milk my balls into your womb.”
The night dissolved into pure filth after that.
Donald was first to blow as Masha tongued his piss-slit just right. He roared and pumped rope after rope down her throat. She swallowed, eyes rolling, then spun and offered his ass to Francisco, while she licked her lips clean.
William flipped Gretta onto her back, folded her in half, and pounded her so hard the chair legs scraped grooves in the deck. Masha crawled under him, rimmed his ass, and finger-fucked him until he painted Gretta’s tits and face.
Francisco took Donald’s ass next to them, reaming his youngest son while Kimberly knelt and licked the shaft on every out-stroke. Selma switched holes, took Robert balls-deep in her ass, and squirted so hard it splashed Francisco’s boots.
When the first wave broke, they swapped like animals in heat.
Gretta took Robert and Donald together—one in each hole—until she blacked out mid-orgasm, body convulsing, mouth open in a silent scream. Masha ate Francisco’s load out of Donald's ass while Kimberly nursed the baby, knowing her climaxes would soon be coming.
Selma spent the rest of the night with William’s cock between her milky tits and down her throat, swallowing every drop while he called her his perfect breeding cow.
By sunrise, the deck was slick with cum, breast milk, and squirt. The air stank of raw, filthy sex. Four generations later, those same seven laws are still carved above the door. We still proudly fuck exactly like that, maybe harder.
— Sarah
