I was visiting alone. In a remote island village in an Asian nation. I, a young, white woman, was an unusual sight to the locals, and it was evident from their curious eyes. I didn’t expect the locals to have this custom to be scantily clad, as I was used to being the least dressed person on my travels. My usual attire during my trip, a tank top and a pair of shorts, couldn’t match their boldness when it came to clothing choices. The women, aside from those engaged in laborious tasks and wore something for protection, went about their daily lives basically topless, with an effortless freedom, their bodies unabashedly on display.
The men, on the other hand, seemed to be more modest in their attire compared to the women. They wore loose-fitting pants and shirts, often made from light fabrics that allowed for breathability in the island heat. It was intriguing to observe the contrast between the genders and how they expressed themselves through their clothing choices.
I wondered it was an interesting case of a different cultural dynamic, how the women embraced their sensuality and the men embraced modesty. However, I soon found out that the truth was way wilder than I could have imagined.
You see, for the people here, sex was not a taboo topic. It was openly celebrated as an integral part of life, a natural expression of desire and connection. The islanders embraced their sexuality with a freedom and openness that was both liberating and intoxicating. The men would freely grope and play with women here, and the women would in turn respond with equal fervor and unabashed boldness. It was a public display of affection taken to a whole new level, normalized by the community and embedded in their culture.
I was astounded and, admittedly, a bit shocked. Back home, we were raised to view such actions as highly inappropriate, a violation even. Here, it was accepted, even encouraged. The community thrived on these interactions, the energy of unabashed desire a pulsating heartbeat that drove the rhythm of the island.
Visitors are scarce around here, and the trip here was a grueling adventure in itself. So when me, an exotic pale piece of fresh meat, landed on this sultry island, I was immediately the center of attention. The locals were respectful, but their intense curiosity couldn’t be missed. I sensed the way their eyes lingered, the way their conversations hushed as I passed by. There was a tangible curiosity, a wonder that swept through the crowd. An outsider had entered their close-knit circle, and they were interested to see how I would adapt to their customs.
My guide, Jir, was kind enough to shield me from unwanted attention when it gets overwhelming. He was the one who explained the unusual customs around here, and while he made no attempt to hide his desire for me, he was ever the gentleman, respecting my boundaries and ensuring I felt comfortable.
“I know saying this would get you like, arrested or something, in the west, but they’re actually admiring your tits. They’re not used to your size, you know. They’re beautiful, and they’re not even sagging.” He said as we strolled the village, where everyone’s gaze was glued on my chest.
It was true that, back home, such treatment would have me fuming with indignation. I’d have lashed out with a sharp retort or a stern look, expressing my discomfort with the brazen scrutiny. But here, things were different. Their gaze, while intense, held an undercurrent of curiosity and fascination rather than objectification. Their appreciation of my body, though explicit, was not intended to demean or degrade. It was a celebration of diversity, a recognition of the exotic and unfamiliar.
“What about you, Jir? You loving my titties too?” Over the days here, I got used to openly flirting with him. He was easy to the eyes after all, with his dark skin and smoldering gaze. His young visage dotted with a hint of stubble that only added to his allure. We had spent all our time here together, exploring the island. There was this connection between us, a magnetic pull that grew stronger with each passing day.
“Oh you have no idea,” Jir looked at me with those intense, amber eyes, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin, “If I wasn’t trying to maintain our… professional, relationship, I’d sneak into your room and fuck your brains out, every night. Starting with a titty fuck, of course.”
I almost choked on my own spit, surprised by his words. Jir, at all times the gentleman, had just turned the tables with his bold, uninhibited declaration. I was so used to his subtle flirtations and suggestive comments wrapped in layers of civility. But now, he was as open and unabashed as the rest of the island.
I blinked at him, speechless. A rush of heat surged through my body, my mind immediately imagining the explicit scenarios he had laid out. My heartbeat quickened, the words echoing in my head. His declaration, the way he openly admired me, was intoxicating. It was this raw honesty, this absence of pretense that made this island different from everything I knew.
“Well, Jir,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady despite the swirling emotions within me, “Do you usually maintain this relationship with your guests? Were there cases where you… just couldn’t resist?” I purred, gazing into his eyes.
Jir’s gaze flicked to mine, amusement and desire mixing in his amber eyes. He ran a hand through his dark, slightly tousled hair, giving off an air of casual nonchalance that somehow only served to make him even more attractive.
“Please behave, Nina,” his hand on my waist, pulling me in, pressing my body and my breasts onto his side, “You have no idea what’s coming your way, miss.” He whispered into my ear.
His voice was warm, his words a potent mix of caution and invitation. The sensation of his breath brushing against my ear sent a shiver down my spine. His hand was a firm, reassuring pressure on my waist, the touch simultaneously grounding and electrifying.
It was then I realized that his warning wasn’t meant to scare me off. It was a challenge. A dare. A promise. It was his way of telling me that if I decided to step into his world, to embrace the customs of the island, it would be a journey unlike anything I’d experienced before.
I found myself leaning into his touch, my pulse hammering in my ears, my body thrumming with anticipation. I was caught in this intimate bubble with Jir, his words resonating within me, sparking a desire that I’d tried to tamp down ever since I’d landed on the island.
Caught up in the moment, I turned to face him, my hands instinctively reaching up to curl around his neck. I found myself drowning in his amber gaze, my breath hitching as I took in his smoldering expression.
“Well, Jir, maybe I’m ready for what’s coming my way. Maybe I want to experience…everything.” My voice was barely a whisper, my words holding a promise of their own. As his grip around my waist tightened, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was uncharted territory for me, but for the first time since I’d arrived on this island, I felt ready to dive headfirst into the unknown.
“Really?” he smirked, pointing in the direction of a gazebo nearby, where a pair of man and woman was in the middle of an unabashedly carnal display. Their bodies moved with a fluidity that spoke of practiced desire, their moans mingling with the sultry music that enveloped the air. The sight was both mesmerizing and tantalizing, and I felt my pulse quicken as I watched them, the heat between my legs intensifying.
“Here, we don’t hide away to rooms to fuck, you know.” Jir’s hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, caressing it with a feather-light touch that left me shivering. “I’ll strip you down in the middle of the village, and spread your legs and your pussy for the whole island to see. You ready for that, Nina?”
My eyes widened at his words, the explicit detail sending a hot wave of arousal flooding through me. Despite my shock, I found myself unable to look away from the couple in the gazebo, their uninhibited display stirring something within me. This was the norm here. A raw, unashamed celebration of sensuality. And Jir was offering me a taste of it, right here, under the watchful eyes of the entire island.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The wondered of being exposed, my body on display for everyone, was thrilling and terrifying all at once. The unfamiliarity of it, the audaciousness of it, was both intimidating and undeniably exciting.
“I-” I started, but the words lodged in my throat. I was out of my comfort zone, and a part of me wanted to retreat, to run back to the familiar. But there was another part of me, a stronger part, that wanted to break free from the constraints of my upbringing, to experience this freedom that the islanders seemed to enjoy so readily. To surrender myself to this culture that was so different from what I was used to, to give in to the desire that Jir so openly expressed, to experience everything that the island had to offer.
I took a deep breath and met Jir’s intense gaze. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “I think I’m ready.”
Jir’s gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened, his eyes glowing with a mix of surprise and admiration. His fingers tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other. The heat radiating from him was a tangible thing, wrapping around me like a cocoon.
“Well, in that case,” he pulled out his member, already hard, standing tall, “Let’s get started.”
My eyes widened at the sight of him, his member rigid and proudly on display. It was an impressive sight, one that caused a flicker of anticipation to flutter in the pit of my stomach. My body responded instinctively, a slow, sweet throb pulsating between my legs. His boldness, the blatant disregard for any semblance of modesty, had my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
Jir’s fingers, warm and firm, traced the outline of my collarbone before dipping beneath the thin fabric of my tank top, his touch igniting a trail of heat that had me gasping. His gaze never left mine as he slowly peeled the top over my head, the fabric slipping away to reveal my bare chest. My breasts, freed from their confines, spilled into view, causing a collective murmur of appreciation to ripple through the onlooking crowd.
The air was charged with excitement, the atmosphere heady with anticipation. I could feel the islanders’ eyes on me, their gazes exploring my exposed form, their curiosity and fascination evident. But there was no malice, no crude judgment. Just pure, unadulterated interest.
“Come on,” Jir motioned with his cock, “I was promised titty fuck.” he smirked.
A laugh bubbled out of me at his words, the sheer audacity of his suggestion leaving me both breathless and intrigued. My heart pounded in my chest, but there was a spark in his eyes that lit a fire within me. A fire I was more than eager to stoke.
“Well, technically I didn’t promise you, but…” I said, reaching out to grasp his member, stroking him gently. His eyes darkened with desire, his grip on my waist tightening. My fingers traced the length of him, feeling him twitch under my touch. I was out of my depth, navigating uncharted waters. But with Jir as my guide, I was eager to explore.
Moving closer to him, I sandwiched his cock between my breasts, holding them together with my hands. I looked up at him, searching his face for his reaction. His gaze met mine, a spark of desire flickering in his eyes, a wicked smile spreading on his lips.
“Oh, fuck. That feels amazing,” Jir groaned, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation. The sound of his pleasure sent a rush of excitement through me, a thrill of power at being able to evoke such a reaction from him.
A few onlookers had gathered around, their curious eyes watching us with fascination. My heart pounded with a heady mix of apprehension and exhilaration, the reality of our public display sinking in. But the thrill of the moment, the taste of liberation was too sweet to withstand.
Lost in our bubble, oblivious to the crowd, I moved my breasts up and down his length. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips as his hands gripped my waist tightly. His head fell back, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, the muscles of his abdomen clenching in pleasure.
“Fuck, Nina…” He murmured, his voice thick with desire. The sound of my name on his lips, the pleasure in his voice, it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I increased the pressure, moving faster, feeling him throb and twitch between my breasts.
The raw intimacy of the moment, the erotic charge in the air, it was overwhelming. The island, with its free-spirited inhabitants and uninhibited customs, had drawn me into its wild embrace. The exotic allure of the place, the thrill of the forbidden, it was a heady mix that had me spiraling into a vortex of unexplored desire.
He was close, I could tell, but as I was getting ready to be marked by him, he pulled away, lifting me up. A sharp gasp escaped me as he hoisted me off my feet, cradling me in his arms with surprising ease. I clung to his neck, my heart racing as I found myself at eye level with him. His gaze held mine, a wild thrill sparkling in his amber eyes.
“We’re not done yet,” He said, a playful grin on his face as he carried me towards the gazebo, where the other couple had finished their act. The crowd parted for us, their curiosity peaked, their eyes watching our every move with rapt attention.
Jir set me down on the smooth wooden bench, my bare back against the cool surface. He knelt before me, his eyes scanning my body with a hunger that sent a delicious shiver of anticipation down my spine. His hands ran up my legs, pushing my shorts down until they were a heap of fabric at my feet. I was left bare to him and to the eyes of the onlookers, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath hitching in anticipation.
“Spread them for me, Nina,” He ordered, his voice low, a commanding note underlying his words. There was no room for hesitation, no time to second guess. I trusted him. So I obeyed, spreading my legs wide, revealing myself to him.
He knelt between my spread legs, his pulsing cock pressed right onto my dripping entrance, “You ready for me?”
I nodded, unable to muster a coherent response, my breath hitching as a wash of heat colored my cheeks. My heart pounded a fierce staccato against my chest, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a storm. His fingers traced the inner contours of my thigh, the feather-light touch igniting trails of electricity across my skin, drawing gasps of anticipation from my parted lips. The wetness pooling between my legs was a testament to my readiness, a silent acquiescence to his question.
His eyes, the color of burnished gold in the dim light, held mine as he slowly entered me, stretching me deliciously around him. The initial sting of discomfort was quickly replaced by a surge of pleasure, causing my back to arch, my hands to clench onto the edge of the bench beneath me.
Jir held still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. It was intimate, this shared vulnerability. He filled me, his girth and length pushing my boundaries, overwhelming me, yet it was a pleasure I gladly drowned in. The air was thick with our combined arousal, a scent that was uniquely us, a testament to our raw connection.
He began to move then, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one designed to elicit maximum pleasure. The crowd around us faded into the background, their whispers and stares nothing more than an indistinct hum in the periphery of our bubble. It was just him and me, two bodies intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. The push and pull of our bodies, the rhythmic symphony of our moans, the clashing of our sweat-slicked skin, it was a melody of desire that echoed around us.
“You’re so tight, Nina,” Jir groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he picked up his pace. The compliment was a growl, low and gravelly and so very delicious. His words, laced with desire and praise, sent a shiver of delight coursing through me. His praise was my aphrodisiac, feeding my confidence, fuelling my desire for him. His rhythm, his touch, his words, it was an assault on my senses, pushing me further into the vortex of pleasure.
Our bodies moved together, a rhythm honed by instinct and desire. It wasn’t just sex. It was more than that. This was raw, primal. An exploration of boundaries, a test of trust, an assertion of our connection. This was us, bare and open, to each other and the world. The exotic allure of the island faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating allure of Jir, the man who had claimed my body and was on the verge of claiming my soul.
Slowly, the men and women gathered closer around us, some already started their own dance of passions. A teenage boy extended his cock, tentatively, and I took it into my hand without hesitation, stroking him as I held onto Jir. His eyes widened, a flush of pleasure painting his youthful face as he bit his lip to suppress a moan. The sight was a potent aphrodisiac, adding fuel to the blazing inferno of desire within me.
All around us, the air thrummed with unleashed passion. The heady mix of desire, the unmistakable sounds of carnal pleasure, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the tropical air – it was an environment that should’ve been alien, yet felt strangely fitting. A woman, her body arching in pleasure as her partner pleasured her, locked eyes with me, a knowing smile on her face. It was a silent communication, a mutual understanding between women enjoying the same euphoria, and I responded with a grin of my own.
Jir growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shockwaves of desire straight to my core. His thrusts became more insistent, each one eliciting a gasp from me. The sensation of the boy’s cock hardening in my hand, Jir’s pounding inside me, and the lascivious eyes of the crowd watching our spectacle – it was all too much. My senses were aflame, my body on the precipice of something earth-shattering.
“Go ahead, Nina. Let them see how much you’re enjoying this,” Jir said, his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. He had at all times been a vocal lover, his words carrying as much weight as his actions, and it was no different now. His challenge was laced with desire and a hint of arrogance. It was as if he was urging me to embrace the wildness of the situation, to discard any lingering inhibition, and to give in to the raw sensuality of the moment. It was a command, a plea, a coaxing whisper that danced on the edge of a dare.
And I did. I threw my head back, surrendering to the crashing waves of pleasure coursing through me. My orgasm rolled over me, sweeping me into its fervent depths, robbing me of all control. I cried out, the sound echoing around us, mixing with the symphony of pleasure emanating from the onlookers. My body convulsed, waves of ecstasy pulsating through me, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my shuddering form. Jir followed suit, his own climax triggered by mine, as he emptied himself inside me, his release a primal groan that mingled with the chorus of pleasure around us.
“Do you want to take care of our friend here?” Jir asked, still panting, as he motioned for the boy to get between my legs. I smirked, breathlessly, “Sure,” I said, the heady afterglow of my climax still shimmering in my veins, “But I want to be on top this time.”
Jir’s lips curved into a wicked grin, his eyes flashing with renewed desire. Together, we helped the teenage boy settle on the bench, his wide eyes darting between us, his breath hitching. I could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, the excitement and trepidation mingling together to build a potent cocktail of raw desire.
I straddled the boy, my hands resting on his bare chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart under my fingertips. I saw a flash of apprehension in his eyes and flashed him an encouraging smile, whispering in his ear, “Relax, let me take care of you.”
I was not sure if he understood me, but his body relaxed under me as I positioned myself over his throbbing cock. A gasp escaped his lips as I slowly lowered myself onto him, enveloping him in the warmth of my well-fucked pussy. I moved gently, letting him adjust to the new sensation, feeling the way his body tensed and then relaxed beneath me.
I slowly picked up my pace, riding the boy under me while Jir watched us, his hand moving between my spread legs, his fingers teasing my sensitive clit. It was an intoxicating blend of pleasure and power, being watched and touched by Jir while being pleasured by another man.
“Touch her,” Jir ordered the boy, his voice husky with arousal. The boy obeyed, his hands moving hesitantly to my breasts, his fingers gently circling my hardened nipples. His touch was inexperienced but willing, a mix of innocence and curiosity that I found surprisingly arousing.
The act wasn’t merely about physical pleasure; it was a challenge, a raw and primal dance of domination and submission. It was about pushing boundaries and exploring desires, unshackled by societal norms and judgement. The public nature of our act, the onlookers silently watching our erotic tableau, added a layer of exhibitionism that only heightened the overall thrill of the encounter.
Jir, the experienced lover, the bold and commanding presence, was both a participant and an observer. His touch on my body, his voice in my ear, his watchful gaze on the erotic scene unfolding before him – he was a part of every moment, every sensation. The boy under me was my eager student, his innocence making the experience all the more alluring.
Suddenly, his body jerked under me, and I felt a familiar warmth spreading inside me. The boy had found release, his orgasm mingling with my own pleasure. I was not letting him go easily, as I continued to ride him, prolonging his peak, watching his face contort with pleasure. His grip tightened on my breasts, his eyes fluttering closed as he rode out the waves of his climax.
“Good boy,” I purred, my body trembling with the satisfaction of a job well done. I slowed my pace, allowing him to recover, but didn’t dismount just yet. His heavy breaths tickled my skin, his cock still twitching inside me. I gently lifted myself off the boy, who let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact. His essence, mixed with Jir’s, dripped down onto his body, dripped down onto his body, evidence of the pleasure we had shared.
Jir bent me over, his arousal back with a vengeance as he took me from behind, his cock sliding effortlessly into my over-sensitive folds. “You did so well, Nina,” he praised, his hands gripping my hips as he began to thrust again. His praise sent a shiver of delight through me, stirring up a new wave of pleasure that was threatening to engulf me once more.
Our bodies moved together in a well-practiced rhythm, each thrust bringing me closer to another climax. His touch, his words, the feel of him inside me – it was a heady combination that was driving me wild with desire. The island, the people, everything else faded into insignificance as he pushed me closer to the edge.
Another man shuffled over, his cock inches away from my face. I looked up, and with a sultry grin on my face, I took him into my mouth. He tasted like sex, just the raw and primal flavor I craved. I eagerly sucked and licked him, my lips and tongue working in sync with Jir’s powerful thrusts. The man’s moans of pleasure mingled with the sounds of our impassioned coupling, creating a symphony of carnal delight.
Jir’s grip on my hips tighten as he pounded into me, he was taking his time with me, with his steady, yet heavy, thrusts. I was bouncing back and forth between the two men and the two cocks, my body suspended in a frenzy of pleasure and desire. The man in my mouth grew harder with each stroke, his length pulsating against my tongue.
The boy approached again, as he lay beneath me, taking my hanging breasts into his mouth. His lips closed around my sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling around my pebbled nipples. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. With each flick of his tongue and gentle suck, he heightened my arousal, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me whole.
Jir’s thrusts remained steady, his cock filling me completely, while the man in my mouth thrust deeper, matching the rhythm of Jir’s powerful strokes. I was completely surrounded by pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the delicious taste, the intoxicating scent, and the relentless stimulation.
“You okay there, Nina?” Jir’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his concern tinged with desire. I mumbled around the man’s cock, my lips not leaving his pulsating length, confirming that I was indeed, more than okay. With my confirmation, Jir picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more powerful. The man in my mouth, fueled by the escalating pleasure, matched the intensity, driving deeper into my willing mouth. The boy beneath me was not lagging behind, as he was stroking himself hard and fast, his mouth still lapping on my nipple.
For a moment, I didn’t even know where I was. The world had dissolved into a blur of pleasure, desire, and the overwhelming sensations that consumed me. I was lost in a realm where time ceased to exist, where every touch, every stroke, was an exquisite torment that pushed me further into the depths of ecstasy.
My body quivered with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert, ready to explode with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. The thrusts of Jir’s cock inside me grew more urgent, hitting that sweet spot with unerring precision, driving me closer to the edge. The man in my mouth, his length filling me, triggered waves of pleasure that crashed against the shores of my senses. And the boy beneath me, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, sent electric jolts of desire through my body.
The man finished first, with his cock jolting in my mouth as he released his warm seed. I eagerly swallowed, savoring the taste, before releasing him with a satisfied sigh. My lips were tingling, my mouth still hungry for more. I tucked at the boy’s arm, motioning for him to get up and fill my empty mouth again. The boy, with a mischievous smile, understood my unspoken desire. He rose to his knees and positioned himself before me, his throbbing cock ready and waiting. I eagerly took him into my mouth, my lips sliding along his length, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping my hair, guiding me with gentle tugs.
Jir, watching the erotic scene unfold before him, increased the tempo of his thrusts, his cock plunging into me with a delicious urgency. His hands slid up from my hips, tracing the curves of my body before gripping my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples in sync with his thrusts. The delicious pain intensified my arousal, my pussy tightening around his cock, and I let out a wanton moan around the boy’s length in my mouth. Jir’s ragged breath echoed in my ears, a clear indication of his impending climax.
Suddenly, Jir stilled behind me, his grip on my breasts tight, his cock twitching inside me as he spilled his hot seed deep within me. His groan of pleasure was loud and raw, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that had engulfed him. His hands slowly moved down to my hips again, steadying me as he gently slid out of me. I felt a pang of loss at the absence of his fulfilling presence, only to be replaced with a strange sense of emptiness.
I stopped the boy and released him from my mouth, as he looked at me with a mix of disappointment and eagerness. With a swift motion, as I was willing myself, I lay back on the bench, and parted my thighs again, welcoming him. He instantly understood my invitation, as his face lit up. He moved between my legs, his cock hard and willing, his eyes gleaming with lust. I reached down, taking hold of his throbbing cock and his cock slipped inside me easily, filling the void that Jir’s departure had left. He let out a groan as he began to thrust, and the sensation of being filled up again made me cry out in satisfaction.
His mouth found my nipple again, he really loved my tits. I giggled as I moaned, while he continued to lap at my sensitive flesh, his hands pinching and kneading the other. The dual assault of pleasure from his cock and mouth was driving me wild, pushing me closer to the edge. His rhythm was just right, hitting all the spots that made my head spin with delight. “Don’t stop… just like that,” I purred, my hands guiding his head to continue his ministrations.
Jir had retreated to the side, his eyes taking in the spectacle with a smug satisfaction. He had started this, set it in motion. And now, he was enjoying the fruits of his labor. I made eye contact with him, shooting him a seductive wink. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, his hand lazily stroking his length as he watched the boy pleasing me.
I could feel another climax building, a tsunami of pleasure just waiting to crash down. My body was on fire, and all my senses were hyper-focused on the sensations coursing through me. The boy seemed to sense it too, his thrusts becoming more desperate and erratic. His mouth released my nipple with a wet pop, his head thrown back as he moaned, his cock twitched inside me, releasing a warm gush that sent me over the edge. My body convulsed in pleasure as I climaxed, my walls clamping down on him, milking every drop from him. My cries echoed around us, intermingling with the boy’s satisfied groans.
He collapsed onto me, his cock still twitching inside me as we rode out the aftershocks of our climaxes. We were both panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. His weight on me was comforting, a physical reminder of the intimate act we had just shared. After a moment, he pulled out, his softening cock sliding out of me with a wet sound.
“You alright?” Jir sat beside me, his hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I lay back on the bench, exhausted, yet supremely satisfied.
“Wanna continue? Or we call it a day?”
“I’m tired,” I smiled up to him, “I think we’re good.”
Jir chuckled, a sound that sent a ripple of contentment through my body. “I thought you might say that.” He glanced at the boy who was now sitting opposite us, looking thoroughly satisfied yet a little bashful. “He’s my cousin, Sima, by the way.”
I giggled at the fact that I only now learnt his name, after he fucked me silly, “Hi there, Sima. Nice to meet you.”
Sima gave me a shy smile, he didn’t really speak English. His eyes, however, spoke as they crinkled at the corners in a kind of bashful acknowledgment. A soft sigh slipped past my lips as I nestled into the bench, the evening breeze cooling my flushed skin.
The other man who played with us was balls deep inside another woman as we were leaving, so we didn’t bother him. His name was Inm Ho, according to Jir. I went back to my lodge with Jir, who, before leaving, gave me a firm hug.
“You did so great today, thank you,” he smiled, beautifully, enough to melt my heart right there. I returned his smile, feeling a flutter in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place.
“No, thank you,” I said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I needed that… more than you could imagine.”
Jir chuckled lightly, giving me a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “Well, you better watch out then, because I might sneak into your room any moment.”
“Ooh. I look forward to that,” I gave him a sultry smile.
Before he walked away, I suddenly wondered of something, “Wait, Jir. I want to ask you something.”
“Yeah?” Jir turned back to face me, his eyes curious and attentive. “What is it, Nina?”
“This place… is not very populated, given the amount of fucking.”
He threw his head back and laughed heartily at my blunt observation. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot.”
He gave me a pack of tea leaf looking leaves. “Drink this, just throw them in warm water. It’s our secret to care free fucking,” he winked.
“Is this… birth control?” I asked, inspecting the pack of leaves with an intrigued yet skeptical gaze.
“Sorta.” Jir nodded, his smile still present, radiating warmth. “We’ve been using this for generations. Simply drink them after sex. It’s safe and effective.”
The crisp evening air blew gently as I watched Jir walk away, his muscular figure disappearing into the lush green foliage. I sighed, a satisfied smile gracing my lips, my body still humming from the day’s experiences. There was a newfound sense of liberation in me, a wildness that I didn’t realize I possessed until today. This island, these people, the experience, was indeed, turning out to be the perfect getaway.
I walked back inside, the pack of tea leaves clutched in my hand. A small part of me thought what the next day would bring, what new adventures awaited me. But for now, I had memories of a day filled with carnal pleasure, delightful business, and a sense of belonging, to keep me warm through the night. And of course, the promise of a visit from Jir, my handsome, mischievous island lover.
As I slid into my bed, my mind kept replaying the day’s events. The raw, uninhibited pleasure I had experienced, the connection I felt with Jir, the others… It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I knew I would carry these memories with me forever.
NSFW: yes
This is obviously fiction. I put this together to jerk off to big titty white mommy getting railed by tropical islanders. Please don’t bash me on the magical herbal contraception. Thank you very much.