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CHAPTER 52E: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE, CONTINUED

It surprised everyone, but mostly the three residents of the estate, how quickly the general routine was modified and accepted as a result of the change in attitude and behavior of Marie. Our nudity around the house and property and ‘formal’ nudity at night for dinner still caused frequent hard-ons for Carlos and Anthony but they were far from complaining. Especially, since this wasn’t teasing or a ‘hands-off’ lifestyle change of the women as if they were just becoming nudists. As they quickly learned and came to fully accept, the nudity had nothing to do with nudism and had everything to do with sexual availability. And, yes, just as they had to work through the conflicting elements of the new situation, everybody understood that there was an element of submissive behavior from the women in this attitude, but it was freely given from a personal choice and desire, not from a commanded instruction. Mom, Helen, and Marie became comfortable in the new situation as I knew they would. Marie was very new to this in her own environment. Mom and Helen needed to adjust to the inclusion of two more men but these men made it easy.

One of the changes implemented was morning runs around the property. The three of us were very used to this as part of our exercise regimen and Marie took to it with equal enthusiasm. And it included the first mating of the dogs at the end of the run. Marie indicated that even after we left she intended to continue this morning ritual. The property was surrounded by wrought iron fencing with an eight height. For most of the perimeter where the land on the other side was not undeveloped jungle, hedges, shrubs and leafy plants provided a fairly good screen. It took many more laps to get the distance in and that more often led to putting on shorts and sports bra for a run outside the property. We often took the dogs with us but then they were on leashes. It did highlight some issues going forward, however. One was the cleaning women who came once a week to thoroughly clean the inside of the estate house. The other was the grounds crew that came for nearly an entire day to care for the lawn, shrubs and plants. How could constant nudity be managed with outside people around at times. This was something we discussed with Carlos in support of Marie. He was very good about asking questions, hearing ideas, and proposing possible options. When we were done, it was decided that he would modify the schedules for the outside help to accommodate the lifestyle Marie wanted to institute. And Carlos and Anthony were completely in favor of that new lifestyle. Having Marie naked and available was well worth some inconvenience and adjustment to schedules. The cleaning crew would be rescheduled to two afternoons a week. That meant that everyone would need to do a better job of cleaning up after themselves so the cleaning could focus on the major things and not the minor picking up messes.

The outside was rearranged similarly. Instead of one entire day, they would be rescheduled to two afternoons. This guaranteed the mornings would always be available to Marie and defined the times when otherwise she needed to be dressed for the cleaning women or out of sight for the lawn crew. But, to make it even less intrusive on Marie, the two groups would be scheduled for the same afternoons. Marie had other duties, of course. She was not the housewife of the estate but an associate in the firm, like Anthony was. Both were away from the estate as much as they were normally at the estate during the day with activities at the downtown office or elsewhere. And, of course, both of them might accompany Carlos on business travel. But, when possible at the estate, Marie had every intention of now being naked.

The first two days at the estate certainly started out hot. The introduction of the new lifestyle for Marie, and us while we were there, provided a constant sexual reminder and stimulation as the house got used to the change. That worked two ways, too. From our and Marie’s perspective a comfort in giving and being taken by the various men and the dogs in various locations around the property. From the men’s perspective, especially Carlos and Anthony, a comfort in taking us as they desired and accepting that we really were agreeable.

With Christmas Day being on Thursday, the island was still quiet on Friday and we were still acclimating somewhat to accepting total relaxation, especially Tim and Carlos. We decided to lay low again on Friday and pick an activity or adventure each day to allow relaxation and time for fun among the group. Friday, we just hung around the pool and even took a nap in the middle of the afternoon.

Saturday was starting out the same way until Helen asked about the lagoon that Marie had mentioned. We got the dogs and started off for the lagoon only to be stopped by the guys. They were coming with? The only times I had been to the lagoon, was by myself. It was a undeveloped location that Carlos had negotiate rights for access to since the land around it was not his. We, us women, were in bikinis and cover-ups and sandals. As Carlos caught up to us, “Why so overdressed?”

I looked at him puzzled, “It’s not your land. You just have an acceptance to use it. We don’t want to offend anyone.”

“Not anymore. I have purchased the entire surrounding property. There are no developments anywhere in sight and the land is posted as private. I hadn’t even told Marie about this.”

Tim looked at me, then Mom and Helen, “Sounds to me like he thinks that should be considered part of the property. You know what that means.”

I smiled and shrugged as I checked the reactions of Mom, Helen, and Marie. I reached behind me, untied the string at my back and neck, let the top fall as I pushed the bottoms over my hips and stepped out of them. Standing naked, again. We put our clothes into a pile, took up the leashes and once again started for the gate out the back fence. I noticed immediately that the path was cut back and nicely graded. The path down to the lagoon included rough steps and switch-backs to keep the grade from becoming too steep. Finally at the lagoon, I was even more impressed.

Marie stood in the sand, wiggling her toes before turning to Carlos and Anthony, “When did you have all this done? The last time I was here it was all rough and the sand beach was smaller.”

“We just got it finished while you were staying with them.” He walked us around the site and pointed out the amenities: plastic lounges stuck under the trees; a wooden box with beach toys, including volleyball and net, badminton equipment, and floating devices; two paddle boards designed for standing on while paddling; and, a float/diving platform that could be moved out into the lagoon and anchored. “What you don’t see is that the lagoon entrance is blocked with concrete blocks sunk across the opening. No boats will be coming in here.”

We enjoyed a lovely day in the sun and ocean water. And the guys were quickly getting accustomed to our availability. And discreteness was becoming less and less a factor for comfort. I saw Carlos loving Mom and Marie separately along the beach. Helen was enjoying Anthony in the shallows for a long, lazy fuck that produced its own interest as she rode him and splashed water on the down motion when the water lapped up to them at the same moment. Then I was challenged by Tim and Anthony to a swim out to the platform that we decided to anchor for the duration of the visit or even longer. I had seen the two of them talking quietly just prior to the challenge, so I was even less convinced that this was innocent. Even better in my way of thinking. And I was right. Upon reaching the floating platform, they helped me up the ladder with some rather crude, obvious, but promising support. As I reached up the ladder to pull myself up and gain a footing on the lowest rung, both men slipped a hand inside my legs to ‘help’ me up. I don’t know how much help they were but both managed to slip a finger inside me. That didn’t motivate me up, but rather to sit down slightly and drive the fingers further up into me. And that caused an equal reaction from them, suddenly these two drove their fingers simultaneously into me. I nearly let go of the ladder and the shift in my weight had the effect of dropping me lower, which nearly sunk them as their free hands moved to catch me. What a sight that would have been. These two trying to catch me with one hand each while their other was lodged deeply in my pussy.

But, after clutching the ladder with both arms, my legs hanging off the ladder, their fingers reluctantly were removed from me so I could, finally, climb the ladder to the platform surface. Once we were all on top, I opened my arms for the them both and they took me into theirs. “God, you guys, that was so intense. I need you, both, right now. Please, I’ll do anything you want.”

Tim looked at Anthony, then back to me, “Anything, my submissive wife?”

My eyes lowered slightly and I looked to each of them from the tops of my eyes. Tim had said he had no plans for my submission this week, but all things change quickly with us. I knew Tim understood what ‘anything’ meant, but I wanted to be sure Anthony did, “Yes, Sir. Anything within our agreed limits and boundaries. I am yours and always am. You, too, now, Anthony.”

Tim looked at me intently, as though he were searching my eyes for what was behind them, in my mind, “To be clear, my wife, my submissive slut, are you giving your submission to Anthony with the same limits and boundaries as Carlos and I enjoy?”

I look meekly at Anthony and could feel myself blush profusely, then I surprised myself by the commitment statement I give him and my husband. I sank to my knees in front of them, my ass sitting on my heels, my knees spread in order to not restrict their view of my pussy, my arms are behind me and clasped, which juts my breasts out to them. “Yes, Sirs. I offer my submission to Anthony now, also.” I look slight up, enough to see his face, “I trust, respect, and love you, Sir. If my husband accepts this offer to you … and you accept this offer, I would be most honored and grateful.” MY GOD! I haven’t felt this hot, this free and open to express my sexuality since … since that night at the restaurant when Tim sent Mom and me outside for her to use me. Maybe my submissiveness has been restricted and unused for far too long. My entire body was tingling, I was sure if we hadn’t already been wet from the swim that my pussy would be showing its dripping of my juices on the deck below spread legs. And, with that recognition of the state of my body’s arousal, without being touched, I shivered. My nipples were hard nubs, my cunt was thoroughly wet inside. ‘Cunt’, yes, that word just flashed through my brain clearly and with complete realization of what that part of me really was, again. It really has been so long since this part of me was fully used and brought out. I had become comfortable in using the same term, pussy, that was appropriate for my mother or sister. But, I don’t have a pussy, not like theirs. That feeling, that realization, came flooding back to my being, my consciousness, my complete awareness of what I was, of what I had, instead. I have a cunt, I am to be used, I am to be shared and given. Yes, with love and trust and still a level of respect, but still used. And, now, with all this flashing through my brain in an instant, I didn’t just shiver, I shuddered enough that even my breasts moved.

I blushed, whether they could tell or not in the sun, my wet body, I still did. Tim noticed changes in me, though, “Michele, it is coming back to you, isn’t it? The months since being truly being used as a submissive has been too long hasn’t it. Can you see it in her body’s response, Anthony? Her nipples, her breathing, the color in her chest, and how her cunt has opened?” My god, he used that word, too! “Well, Michele, do you agree?”

I glanced up at him, then at Anthony who I had just offered myself to, “Yes, Sirs, I know, again, what I am. My body is telling me how much it desires being controlled and used by you, Mr. R, and, hopefully, by Anthony. Sirs, I am a wife, daughter, sister, and lover to you and others, but I am also a submissive to be used. I am a woman to be loved in much of my life, but I am also a cunt to be used for pleasure at other times.”

“And that is what you desire more of, to be used more for the pleasures your cunt can provide?”

I shuddered, again. I glanced at Anthony. This exchange is so raw, blatant, and clear in its intention, and he is so new in my mind to be included at the level of having control. But, I still don’t know if Tim, my main Master (shiver), has accepted my offer to Anthony or if Anthony would accept my offer to him (another shiver). Then, I hear a more forceful voice, “MICHELE!”

“Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir. My mind was flooded with thoughts and emotions. Yes, Sir! I desire and need that from you. I realize that, again. I love my life at home, Sir. I love being a wife, daughter, sister, lover, and dog bitch to all of you. It is wonderful, exciting, and fulfilling in that part of me, but there is another part of my being that needs fulfillment, too, and …”

“What is it Michele?”

“Sir, I know it is not my place to request … request anything, really.”

“Go ahead, Michele.”

“Sir, I need to be used more. My body is telling me that. You can see that, too, can’t you?”

“Yes, Michele, I can. And, I apologize to you.”

“No, Sir. I am at your whim, Sir. If you don’t want to use me, that is not up to me to complain.”

“Perhaps, in a literal sense of the relationship, but not in the other relationship of my love for you. And, that my dear, my wife, my slut, is perhaps the difference in your submissiveness here. There is this part of you that desires, that needs, this. It is my love for you that demands that be fulfilled, also.”

“Thank you.”

“To accommodate that fulfillment, I accept your offer of submission to Anthony. Anthony, do you accept this slut’s submission to you?”

“My god, yes!”

“Excellent, then perhaps between the three of us, we can provide more fulfillment to her. Tonight, after dinner, we will review the limits and boundaries. I think in front of the others would be interesting. Does that scare you or excite you for your mother and sister to witness your submission to another?”

“Both, Sir.”

“Excellent. Now, show your new Master your devotion by crawling to him and using only your mouth, your hands remaining behind you, bring his cock fully erect.”

There was no hesitation in my response. I was dripping wet and I needed a cock in me somewhere, my mouth for the moment was fine, if that was all I could have. With my hands still behind my back, I walked on my knees to Anthony, my newest Master. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a movement in the distance and turning slightly to the side I saw the rest of our group on shore watching intently what was happening on the floating platform. Marie, Carlos, and Mom stood together with Marie holding Carlos’ cock and Carlos’ arm around Mom with his hand on her breast. Helen stood several steps in front of them in knee deep water. They could see that something new was occurring and they were speculating among themselves.

For my part, I was more determined to please Anthony and Tim. Now directly in front of Anthony, his cock already semi-hard just from the discussion, I reached my mouth forward and down to locate and take his cock head between my lips and into my mouth. It did not take long for his cock to become hard and rigid in my mouth moving down and up on it, taking it into the entrance of my throat before pulling back off to the head. “Be careful or you will make me cum.”

“Yes, Sir, but I like your cock.”

“You’ve had it before, Michele.”

“Yes, Sir … but not like this.”

“Like this? You mean that now that you belong to this cock, too?”

“Hmmmmmm … yes” I kiss the head and take it into my mouth again and suck on the heard, “yes, now that I belong to this cock, too. The psychological ramification of it, yes.”

“Do you need to cum, Michele?”

“Oh, yes … yes, I do, please, Sir.”

The two of them exchange looks and Tim nods to Anthony. It is Anthony who responds, “Then lay back, open your legs and get yourself off in front of us. Then maybe you can concentrate on attending to us.”

I look up at them. He wants me to masturbate in front of them and in view of the others on the shore. Then what? What will ‘attending to us’ entail? No matter, though, I lay back as directed, bend my knees and splay them out to fully open myself to their eyes. One hand is immediately between my opened legs and the other is at a breast. Two fingers go directly into my sodden and open cunt while other fingers take hold of a stiff nipple and twist. I am no different than the other women in the effect of being open and available in this larger group and in this different setting; it has kept me, like them, constantly near that early stage of arousal. The exchange that had just occurred, the unexpected, unplanned offer to submit myself to Anthony, their discussion of it, the quick fall into deeper submission, exhibited by my body and mind, and the others watching from shore were all added stimulation to have me close to peak already. Now, just the touch to the most intimate parts of my body shot through me like a jolt.

I added a third finger into my cunt and lifted my ass off the surface of the platform as I drove the fingers in and out with a fury of motion. I then abandoned my nipple and that hand attacked my clit, strumming it with the same fury. My hips rose higher off the deck and I cried out my release. My fingers didn’t stop, though, this was just the first peak, not the real one that was building deep inside my core but rising to the very place where my fingers were driving at my sexual center. I felt it coming, rising to the surface like a geyser sinking its eruption outside of itself. I opened my eyes and focused intently on first Tim and then Anthony, seeking their gaze, probing their fixed attention on my boiling body. As I caught each of their eyes in turn, I gave them a lustful smile and after both had been caught in my gaze, I erupted, like that geyser. My ass was even higher off the deck, now. Supported only by my feet firmly planted on the surface and my shoulder blades. The rest of my body was off the surface, arched in strained, tension filled release.

With the release, my orgasm crashing over me like a violent surf with a coming storm, my body collapsed to the deck, my arms flung over my head and stretched out beyond me as if that stretching might help in some way. I would later be told by Tim and Anthony that my hole, fully open and exposed to them without my hands working at it, flexed and contracted on its own during my orgasm.

I was spent. Did I have the strength remaining to ‘attend’ to them? And, what did they have in mind? I didn’t have long to learn it and I needn’t have worried. I heard sounds but not the words but my eyes found them standing, looking at me, and talking. Then I began to hear, again. Tim saying, “Then you take it. It is not unfamiliar to me and I can guarantee that you will love the feeling.”

I watched as Tim smiled at me and lay on his back on the deck, the sun still beating down on us and the platform gently rocking on the swells coming off the ocean beyond the breakers. I thought I knew exactly what was happening … I was to fuck Tim, first, by riding him. I crawled over to him and straddled his midsection. I shifted to take his cock and sit down on it but, “Not yet, darling.” He pulled me down to his chest. Then I felt someone behind me, knowing it was Anthony, then his hands on my hips and his cock easily sliding into my open and thoroughly wet pussy. My still foggy mind was struggling to make sense of the situation. I was lying on Tim, but I was going to be fucked by Anthony? He drove into me a half dozen times, then completely withdrew. I turned to look for him, wanting him to continue, but instead I felt Tim hands on my shoulders encouraging me up into a sitting position. “Now, love, now take my cock into you.”

I shook my head to clear the final cobwebs but did as he directed. I found and held his cock straight up and slid my still drenched cunt down the length of his cock. Then, before I raise and drop more than a couple times, he pulled me to his chest, again. I looked into his eyes, searching for something. This was not the best position for deep penetration. Loving, slow fucks, yes. But, I didn’t think that is what was going to happen now. Now, I thought they were just going to use me, introduce Anthony to his submissive. But, just then, I felt Anthony behind me, again. Still looking into Tim’s eyes, I saw it, the smile, the intention showing in his eyes and at that moment, the cobwebs disappeared. They were about to double-penetrate me, use me at the same time. Anthony had slid into my cunt not to fuck me there, but to coat his cock with my own juices. And that realization came to me as I felt his hard cock pressing insistently at my asshole, slowly opening it. Each push and retreat and push and withdrawal opened my back door a little further until I felt the head pop through the sphincter and become lodged inside my ass. I raised up slightly from Tim and both of them started driving their wonderful cocks into my two holes. It took a number of strokes for them to find a rhythm, but they did. And it was wonderful.

I stayed immobile, in one place for them to drive into. One in my ass and the other in my cunt. Yes, my cunt. That is the word for it as I am being used, driven into, solely for their pleasure and release. And my face was a smile, a huge smile, even as I moaned and groaned and gasped at the driving penetration into me. I looked down and saw Tim looking up to me, his hips rising as he thrust. I smiled at him, a tired but lusty smile. He smiled back at me and with a hand behind my head, he pulled me to his lips and we kissed. He hugged me to him, his lips next to my ear, “I love you, Michele. God, I love you! You are the most sensual and erotic woman I could possibly dream of. Will you please love me for the rest of my life?”

“Sir, you have me for longer than that if it is possible. You’ve always had me and always will.”

He kissed me, again. Then I felt like my body was going to explode, again. If it was possible, and I wouldn’t have believed that it could be, it felt like a building of something more intense than before. And that was followed by the feeling of even harder cocks inside me, separated by the thinnest of membranes inside me, sliding against each other. Both twitched, jerked and drove in hard and deep and stopped there. Both throbbed at the same instant and twitched inside me, each sending spurts of cum into their respective holes. And with that feeling inside me, feeling each cock shooting its cum into me, I came. Hard.

The swim back to shore was a little harder than going out. Of course, I was pretty tired going back. But the use of muscles and the cool ocean water felt wonderful and did wonders for my body. Anthony and Tim swam at the same pace as me. I knew they were being attentive and cautious of my fatigue and, yet again, illustrated why it was so easy for me to give myself completely to them. In waist deep water I stood up and was between them as we walked onto the beach. Marie, Carlos, Mom and Helen were all standing at the edge of the water as we approach.

Mom came out to me, “We could hear you cry out. Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I was a little embarrassed that my orgasm caused some concern. But, orgasms and sexual play was not a rare event in our lives and experience. “Just a really good orgasm.”

Helen gave a sisterly tease, “Well, sis, if that was from an orgasm, it wasn’t a ‘just’ kind of thing.” We chuckled and agreed that a good orgasm could never be labeled as ‘just a really good orgasm’.

That night after dinner, settled in for group sharing and companionship, Tim did gather us together. “Today, you all heard and saw Michele with Anthony and me on the platform in the lagoon. I know you heard Michele’s orgasms.” He smiled at me, “It is a wonderful thing when a woman can derive such pleasure and satisfaction out of pleasing others.” I smiled back. The message was clear to me, if not the others. I was in a submissive role and my purpose was to provide pleasure to them. That I was able to also experience such pleasure was an added bonus, not just for myself but apparently also for Tim.

“What you may not have known, but some of you might have wondered by Michele’s body language, was that something else was also happening.” He looked at me, dressed in a sheer negligee, stockings and heels like the other women. I stood up and moved to his side. “You all know that Michele is a submissive and has submitted herself primarily under my control but secondarily to Carlos.” I stepped up to Mom who was sitting on the couch with Carlos and asked her to help me with the removal of my stockings. She looked up at me slightly puzzled but complied. “It has become clear to us, Michele and me, that as wonderful as our home life has become with Barb and Helen joining us, it has become settled, predictable, and pleasant. Even with the wide ranging sexuality we experience among ourselves and with our friends. But, there is an aspect of Michele’s being that has been lost in the process. It has become clear to us how little she has been used and challenged.” I was again standing next to Tim, but slightly behind him now, with my head slightly down and completely naked without negligee, stockings or heels.

He turned slightly and looked at me. The turn, more than making eye contact, signaled me to move. I turned to Anthony who was sitting in an easy chair with Marie in his lap. Tim went to them and put his hand out to Marie and guided her to the easy chair that Helen was sitting in. She smiled at the open arms from Helen and gladly accepted and cuddled in. Now it was Helen with her hand inside Marie’s gown and fondling a breast. I watched her wiggle into the young woman and kiss her cheek.

I then moved directly in front of Anthony and knelt down in front of him, identically as I had on the platform earlier in the day. My back straight, my ass on my heels, my knees spread exposing my cunt, and hands behind my back pushing my breasts out towards him. I heard Mom gasp and Helen whisper to Marie a question that I couldn’t quite make out.

Tim came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder, and, I presumed, looked directly at Anthony. “Michele submitted herself to Anthony while we were on the platform.” There seemed to be a collective sucking in of air as they all took in what was happening. “This is to clarify to all of you, the expansion of Michele’s submission, and to clarify with Anthony the extent and limitations of that submission. There should never be a question or doubt that Michele is first and foremost … my wife and partner. Her participation in submissive activities is an offshoot of that primary relationship.” His hands never left my shoulders except to occasionally lightly stroke to my neck and along my shoulder, so I know he never picked up a piece of paper to refer to. But, none-the-less, he was able to recite my boundaries and limits as we had previously defined them, including my safe word, ‘aardvark’, that would stop all activity. Tim reinforced that all submissive activities must be approved by him and he alone would decide if I should be consulted on its appropriateness under our agreement. His meaning being, and he squeezed my shoulders at this point, that I was his primary concern, not the event. At the end, with his hands still on my shoulders, “Anthony, hearing the terms of her submission, do you accept this slut as a submissive and commit yourself to maintaining her safety and protection with the boundaries and limits established?”

Anthony looked at me and the look was penetrating, but within it was also a softness. “I do, Tim. Michele, I accept your offer.” He moved off the chair and knelt in front of me. This was certainly different. He kissed my forehead, then my mouth, “Michele, you offered this to me, I wouldn’t have dreamed to ask for it. Out on the platform you said you would be honored if I accepted your submission. From my heart, I want you to know, and all of you here because I know we all love within this group so deeply, that what you are offering to me is an honor and responsibility that I treasure and will dedicate myself to fulfilling your expectations.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He then saw my glance over his shoulder and my smile. He followed my eyes and found Helen with a smile on her face.

“What is so amusing?”

Helen looked at him and then at me, again. Her hand clutched Marie’s breast a little firmer with the interaction, “I was just thinking, watching and listening to this, that it might almost seem that you, Anthony, might be the one submitting to Michele.”

He looked at her intently, then an equally smiling Marie as she clutched the hand at her breast and pulled it firmly to her, then to the others before returning to me. “That is certainly an interesting thought, what do you think, Michele?”

I could only smile at him initially for that was the reason for my smile to Helen. I was the one submitting to him, like Tim and Carlos before him, to please him, to do whatever he desired, with whomever he decided, and in whatever way he might decide. But, yes, despite all that being true, all of them also committed to keeping me safe and protected in the process of all that. And, the main reason for any of this to even happen wasn’t that they were inherently dominant men in a sexual way over women, but that it was recognized that they in this role of control would provide me with a fulfillment of that part of my being that might otherwise be frustrated. Tim and I, of course, have had these conversations. Carlos, Tim and I shared pieces of it early in our relationship. I owed the same understanding to Anthony.

I straightened my back a little more and that drew his eyes to my body and I watched his eyes scan from my breasts pushed out toward him, my flat stomach, to my spread legs exposing my cunt to him, my open and glistening cunt. “Sir” and his eyes raised to meet mine, “Sir, if I could be so bold to suggest something, it might be appropriate for you to take me to your bed where I can pleasure you. Then, after you have been properly pleasured, then I can try to provide a response to that question that will satisfy you.”

He got a smile on his face and I could tell that he was considering something. He was about to initiate his first public display of his new role. “Excellent idea. But, first, I think everyone needs another drink. You will serve one person at a time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I got up and went to the bar at the side of the Great Room. He surprised me by following. “Michele, you will bend over with straight knees to serve each person. Your presentation will be planned so your ass will be near another person. If someone touches any part of your body, it will be allowed and you will remain in that position until they stop.”

I looked at him, but not directly, I was already in submissive feelings once I went into the kneeling position, but now with this new direction, I was falling faster into complete submission. And, it was my family who would be seeing it.

He gave me the order of serving and it wasn’t ‘women, first’. No, he defined the order by hierarchy to my control. Tim, Carlos, my Mother, then my playmate, lovers, Helen and Marie. Going to Tim with his drink, I bent over, thinking this was going to take a few times before they figured out that Anthony intended me to be manipulated. But it didn’t, Carlos reached over and stroked my ass before giving it a sharp slap. Tim accepted the glass with one hand and pulled on a hanging nipple with the other. Tim leaned forward as I remained in position, he kissed my lips and quietly said, “You’re enjoying this in front of your family, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you need more of this, Michele? More control and challenge in your life?”

I moaned. He was a master at getting into my head and playing with me. But, yes, I truly did. “Yes, Sir … nnnnnnnnnn … yes, Sir … I truly do.”

“I have a feeling your boundaries may be expanding. What do you think, dear?”

“I agree, Sir. If I may be so bold, I hope you take me further, Sir. I didn’t realize I felt this way.” He removed his hand from my breast and I realized that Carlos was no longer feeling my ass. Tim smiled at me. I smiled back before turning and getting others their drinks.

Each time after that I was felt up by one or multiple people. Helen slide a finger directly into my hole and stroked it in and out. Marie duplicated her actions the next time. My own mother made me stand bent over with her drink in hand as she took both of my breasts and fondled them, pulled on my nipples, and twisting them as she kissed my lips. By the time I was done, it was Anthony who had three fingers up my hole. When he took them out and I straightened up, he brought those fingers to my mouth and I took them in, sucking on them, running my tongue over them, savoring the taste of my cunt.

Anthony then took my hand and led me out of the room, taking a bottle of wine on the way. I didn’t bother to glance behind me, I knew they were all watching us leave. And, I knew I would be getting a lot of questions from Mom and Helen, eventually.

In the hallway heading for the stairway upstairs, he swatted my ass playfully and I took off up the stairs, barefoot and naked, giggling like a little girl. I entered his room and resumed the position on my knees and waited for him to enter. When he did, he stopped in surprise but recovered quickly. “I want you to make me cum in each of your holes.”

I looked up at him, but not directly. I wondered if he had ever been able to cum three times in a night. “Of course, Sir. May I undress you?” When I had him naked in front of me, his cock in my mouth, I was smiling. Anthony was a harder man than the other two. His life had been harder, more violent, more intimidating by physical demands and need. There was going to be a difference with him, I could feel it, and my body was responding to it.

“Does, Sir have a preference to the order or manner in which this is accomplished?”

“I’ll let you decide that, Michele.”

I smiled at him. It was a wicked smile, a lustful smile. Could I make a man cum three times in a short period? Could a man cum three times in a short period? I was going to find out. “On the bed, Sir. On your back, you don’t need to do anything this time.” I giggled, “You might need your strength for later.”

He sat back onto the bed and scooched back, pulled the covers back and the pillow behind his head. He was taking me at my word. He was going to be comfortable and enjoy my efforts. I crawled to him, straddling his legs but stopping to once again take his cock into my mouth. He was already hard, that wasn’t the purpose, I wanted him urgent with need and I figured the fastest way to achieve that was in my mouth where I could suck, lick, and stroke him in and out. And, it was working. I took him deep into my mouth, pulling up to the head and then sucked, twirling my tongue around it, and sucking hard, again. Then, taking my mouth off his cock entirely, I licked down the length to his balls, then back up to the head. Over and over, until I heard him gasp and moan. I pulled off his cock, kissed the head one more time before crawling further up his body and kissing his mouth. I looked into his eyes, “Sir, number one will be in my pussy or cunt. Do you have a preference, Sir? Is it a pussy or a cunt?”

He only groaned and smothered my mouth with his. I reached between my legs and took his cock in my hand, held is straight up, moved my cunt over it, found my hole and sat down, hard, fast, and completely down to the base. I pushed myself up off his chest and put my hands on his chest. I looked into his eyes as I started moving up and down on his cock. His eyes moved off mine to that place where our bodies were now joined and he watched. And I was pretty sure I knew what he was seeing, my cunt on him, then as I slowly raised, his cock showing, then more until he was nearly out of me, then me dropping back down and taking him fully inside me, again. Over and over, my hands working on his chest. I leaned forward, I wiggle my ass, moving him inside me in a new way, I dropped down hard and I felt him tense, his hips raised up off the bed into me and I felt his cock twitch and he groaned. “Now, Sir, now, let it go into me, give me your cream, your cum, your seed, your sperm.” My lips were at his ear and I finished with my tongue in his ear, my lips then taking his earlobe. He arched and shot into me. I continued to move up and down on him, my pussy muscles clenching and contracting over his length. He grabbed me to him and held me, his hips raised up and driven into me, holding himself in me as deeply as he could manage.

“But, you didn’t cum, Michele.”

“This is about you, Sir. I will, though, don’t worry.” The reality was that this one needed to be fast for him. A slow buildup which is a good fuck, would release too much from him and reduce the likelihood that three times might be possible.

I slipped out of his grasp and moved down his body until I again was at the level of his cock. With my eyes looking up his body to his, I put out my tongue and licked the length of his softening cock. I smiled at him, “Was number one good for you, Sir?”

“Oh my god, Michele, that’s was wonderful, but …”

“But nothing, Sir. Allow me to take care of the ‘but’.”

I sucked on his cock, licked it, teasing the head before taking it back into my mouth. His hand was on my head, stroking, not forcing or directing. I moved back up to his mouth and we kissed and as we did, I moved my pussy, my wet, soaked, cum filled pussy over his cock, sliding back and forth over the length. A length that suddenly seemed to be increasing. I continued to move along him but raised myself up and gazed into his eyes, “There seems to be renewed signs of life down there.”

“You truly are amazing, Michele. What do you intend to do this next time?”

“My ass, Sir. Do you enjoy ass fucking, Sir? It is tighter, my grip will be more intense.”

I continued to slide up and down his length and his cock continued to gain length and firmness. I slid down his body, again, took his stiffening cock into my mouth and worked it hard, moving my mouth over it, down and up, sucking the head, swirling it with my tongue until he was hard again. It took a while but he came to life without our taking a break for rest. I didn’t know what the expectation was but the most intense would be three times without rest. Was that possible?

I move off him and stayed on my hands and knees alongside of him. I looked at him next to me, “Sir, it is time for number two. My asshole, doggy-style.” I winked at him and blew him a kiss. He shook his head and rolled over onto his side and got to his hands and knees and came up behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, “Sir, first, go back into my cunt, my cum filled cunt and coat yourself in our mixed fluids.”

He did as instructed. Was that wrong to instruct him? But he said it was up to me … silly, girl!

He drove into me several times, driving deeply and my arousal was renewing itself from the lack of completion last time. This time, I knew I was going to orgasm. This time it would be longer and slower since he had just climaxed, this time just getting him hard was only the first step, getting his body ready for another climax was the big task at hand. He pulled out of me and put his cock at the entrance to my asshole and this snapped me back to the physical task at hand. He probed with his cock, pushing tentatively at the puckered opening, feeling resistance and backing off.

“Sir, please, let me be used as you desire. I am yours, Sir, please use me, not worry about being gentle with me. I want to feel you own me, take me as yours, and control my body for your pleasure.”

He didn’t disappoint any further. He took my words and pressed forward, literally. He leaned into me and pulled back on my waist and fraction by fraction I felt my back door opening, yielding to his pressure. He was barely spreading me when he pulled away and sank his cock back into my cunt. I gasped at the sudden penetration. After a couple more thrusts, he pulled out of my cunt and drove at my asshole. The initial thrust opened me more than he had previously. The increased slickness on his cock did help. I grunted and gasped at the pressure. I could feel my sphincter opening, spreading for him and this time as I stiffened and grunted, he didn’t back off and continued to press into me. When suddenly his cock head pushed past the tight opening and was lodged inside me, I cried out in both pain and relief. I put my hand back against his hip to stop him, to let me adjust to this intrusion. Yes, I have had anal, in fact just earlier this day, but each time is this way. “Ooooooooooo, yessssssssss … nnnnnnnnn”. I … think … I need to have … more anal … to be more … accommodating to my Sirs! Ooooooooo, Sir, yesssssss … now, Sir, now …”

And he pressed in harder, pulled back a little and pressed in more, back and forth, in and slightly back, further he went until I felt his thighs hit mine, his pelvis hit my ass. He was in! Fully and completely. “Ohhhhh … myyyyyyyyy … god! Yes, I love your cock, Sir. Now, fuck me like you own me! Sir, cum in my ass this time. Stroke into me until you cum.” I knew this was likely to take some time, though. He was hard, rigid in fact, but he had just cum in my other hole. So, I assisted him by pulling as he pulled back and then driving my ass back at him as he drove into me. The combination was almost violent … but definitely delicious. My arousal was near the peak, not quite attained during the first fuck, I was already so close with this new stimulation and contact. I reached under me and pulled on a swinging breast and then at the nipple. My hand then moved between my legs and pressed on my clit. Ohhhhh, yes, that was so close. I pulled my hand away. Do I climax so soon or stimulate him more, first. I really needed to orgasm, my body was a fever of hot, boiling flesh. But, no … no, I needed to make sure he was closer. My very orgasm could take him over the top if he was close to his climax. The contractions of my ass during orgasm could easily take him over the top.

Instead, I moved my hand down further, past my clit and cunt, found him … and took his balls in my hand. I arched my back to give me the room to hold his balls even as he moved in and out of my asshole. I felt him jerk inside me, I felt his balls swell and harden, and I felt his body tense over me. Now was the time and none too soon for me. I pushed back hard against him and jammed my hand against my clit. That sent me over the edge in a long needed explosion of an orgasm and I felt my entire body jolt from my asshole into my pussy and clit and up through my body. But, I also felt my asshole go into spasms, clenching and contracting on the cock inside it. And that was all the additional stimulation Anthony needed and he, too, exploded into my ass. With him lodged deep inside me, neither of us moving, his cock pumped more semen into my body, this time my asshole.

I collapsed onto the bed and he came down with me, lying initially on top of me before he moved most of his body off to the side rolling me to my side with him, his cock still embedded in my ass. I was breathing hard and was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, but so was he. I felt his arms pull me and himself together and then wrapping me in his embrace. He was kissing my neck, shoulder, and hair, then put his lips next to my ear, “My god, Michele, I didn’t think it could be done so quickly. Thank you for that experience.”

I was tired, spent, my asshole was still contracting occasionally around his cock, now shrinking and nearly outside my hole, held now only by the tight clamping of my sphincter. I let him hold me tight and I tried to collect myself. “Sir, thank you. It was my pleasure if I have been able to meet your expectations and needs so far. But … there is one more to go.” I wiggled from him just a bit and his cock pulled out of me. I twisted around and kissed my way down his body to his cock. I kissed it and licked it before taking it into my mouth and sucking the juices off it. I then got off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, dear man. Nowhere. I am just getting us some wine. We have a bottle of very nice wine and it hasn’t been opened. I think a little wine will do us both some good.”

Giving him his wine, I straddle him and sit over his hips. He has scooched up on the bed so his upper back, shoulders and head are supported by the headboard and piled pillows. I move myself on him as if getting a comfortable position to sit on him and relax. “Is this okay, Sir? I want to stay in contact with you. Am I too heavy on you, are you comfortable?” In the process I have accomplished my real intent besides being comfortable, I again have his cock, now soft, between my pussy lips.

“You are definitely not too heavy, Michele. And, yes, I am perfectly comfortable.” We talk. I am intent on two things now: one, is to find out a little more about this man who has been so good about protecting me in past challenges/adventures and to whom I have now submitted myself to; and, two, is to divert his mind and attention away from any nerves about performance to get hard and cum for the third time.

I ask about his c***dhood and how he ended up in the army. He grew up in a very poor little town in the Mississippi backwoods. His mom died when he was only five and was the only c***d. His father amounted to nothing much and still hasn’t. He spent most of his time living from one measly paycheck to the next which only came his way in-between spells of drinking and chasing around with other men just like him. The town seemed to have more than its share of men who never outlived the rowdy high school mentality. He spent time periodically with an aunt and her family but they had too many k**s of their own to be able to take on another of any length of time. So, he learned how to cope by himself and spent more and more time in the woods, hunting, camping, fishing or just escaping. On his eighteenth birthday he walked into the Army recruiter’s office and signed up. There wasn’t much thought behind it, but the Army had to be better than what he had. If he stayed where he was, the little trouble things he got into would become worse. Once in, he seemed to excel. He signed up for more and more training, served a couple stations, and a tour in Iraq. His experiences in Iraq led him to request the Rangers which brought him into the more intense training and assignments.

Then he got quiet, but all the while I moved on him, seemingly innocently, but rubbing my pussy along his cock, testing it, but trying not to draw attention to it and cause him to tense up and stymie any building stimulation. But I was curious what happened in Iraq that led him to want out of regular army and into the Rangers. So, I got us some more wine and took my place on him, again. He seemed to be perfectly comfortable with this seating arrangement and I noticed that his cock was showing some life, again.

“Iraq was a disaster.” He asked if I ever heard of the term ‘fragging’. I hadn’t. “Viet Nam”, he said, “another disaster”. He went on to describe how junior officers leading patrols were being killed on patrols. Too many, it seemed. Turned out the grunts would sometimes get rid of a gung-ho officer if it meant not getting into bad situations. The term hung on in the ranks of the military but known occurrences were rare after Nam.

“Iraq was like that?” I was surprised since there had been little such news coming back like that. He said, no, not nearly so bad but there were units that seemed to ‘go off the reservation’ and the term resurfaced. He found himself protecting a leader on a patrol and soon found that he was being requested to protect unit leaders who were getting suspicious. There is nothing worse for a soldier on patrol than being in harm’s way and not being able to easily tell the enemy from the locals. Nam was that way in the jungles. Iraq was that way in the cities. He found it unmanageable to be asked to protect one member of the unit from the other members. Just the indication that something like that was required created a divide in the group. So, the first chance he got, he put in for a transfer to the Rangers. With his record and advanced training, he was a natural. With early success in that group, he was tapped for operations we have come to know simply as ‘Black Ops’. That was where he got his advanced training in survival, more methods of killing a man than he has ever needed to use, and weapons training in nearly every modern Western weapon made. The skill set was to be dropped into any environment, city or wilderness, hot or cold, and survive unseen until the desire hit or action was initiated. Some operations were for providing the signal for cruise missiles, assassinations of terrorist leaders and others the public never hears about.

I asked about the rumors I had heard about the corruption and sex crimes on the island nearly disappearing. He evaded the question. I said that I heard that after the time Marie was found and rescued, the criminal side of the sex business started disappearing, more arrests and prosecutions occurred, and it all seemed very mysterious. He remained evasive.

This was all very fascinating and I was learning a lot more about this man. It also gave me a much better understanding of his complete comfort in potentially hostile or dangerous situations. He was trained to meld in but then react decisively when needed. But, my pussy was definitely indicating to me that I had one more task to perform tonight and the time had finally arrived. Buried between my lips was a firmer and longer cock. I leaned into his chest as he was still sharing and I stopped him with a kiss. He looked at me as I moved my pussy over the head of his cock and as I slid back, it slid into me. He looked at me with surprise and then down between our bodies.

I put my glass on the side table, then did the same with his. I smiled at him and kissed his lips, his chest and kissed my way down his body. When I passed his cock, my tongue dragging down it, I take hold of his now nearly hard cock in my hand. Looking up at him, “Time to finish this guy off.”

He groaned as I took him into my mouth.

* * * CHAPTER 52F: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE: FINAL will follow * * * Thanks for reading.