Erotic Fiction Finalist #7: 'The Island' (Extremely... NSFW)

Entries for Mamamia’s Erotic Fiction competition has closed but don’t worry — we have a slew of finalists yet to share with you.  Here’s our latest favourite ,’The Island’ by Em Anne.  Word of warning … you really, really, really don’t want kids (or your grandparents for that matter) near your computer when you’re reading this. Ahem …

The boat rolled abruptly, forcing me awake. We must be nearly there… surely… The trip to the island was supposed to take three hours and the time had dragged. Apart from a deckhand and the captain, I seemed to be the only passenger left on the boat.

The sun was lowering in the west, but there was still enough late summer heat to burn my fair skin. In spite of this I had decided to spend the journey on deck in relatively solitary reverie. And I was becoming slightly anxious; I did not want to be landing in a strange place in the dark.

It was a strange place in deed. The letter from the lawyer had arrived three months ago… Sole beneficiary to my aunt’s estate situated on a remote island. I was to present myself with documents stating I was in good health, AIDS and STD free. Failure to produce these documents would mean no access to the island at all.

I had not heard from my aunt for some years. She had been a mysterious presence, never married but never without the company of a man. When ever she was mentioned I was banished from the room. She was spoken of in hushed voices.

Slowly the island hove into view through the ocean haze. The heat of the afternoon sun reflecting off the water and enhancing the vision before me. White sand and calm rolling surf revealed itself as the boat travelled parallel with the coast.

I removed my binoculars from my rucksack, impatient to see where I was headed. This was such a mysterious place, even Google had returned very little in my efforts to find out what, exactly, I had inherited.

I focused my lens on a beach as we rounded a headland. There were a few peopled dotted about, sunbathing on the sand. I squinted again… it looked as though this was the “swimsuit optional” beach. A few couples were languidly rubbing oil on each other. One couple were kissing, the woman rubbing her hand along her companion’s thickening cock.

I sharpened the focus on my lenses. I could see one couple holding hands and heading into the waves. He was casting glances toward his partner’s voluptuous curves. They looked twentyish: he was tall. His dark hair was shoulder length and his muscles rippled wet along his torso.  His abdomen tapered tantalisingly above narrow hips and muscled thighs.

The girl was flicking hair from her face, and the man bent to remove a strand from her cheek. He pulled her face towards his and they stood in the water and began kissing, his hands moving up to her full breasts. I watched enthralled as the man bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. In response his partner threw her head back, mouth open in rapture, hair glistening in the afternoon sun. The boat shuddered in to low gear and I squirmed in my seat.

The man kept his attention on his partner’s nipples and moved his hand between her parted legs.  I swallowed, aware of the reaction my body was having to the events unfolding before me. The man straightened up, pulling his partner by the hand and they began to swim along the length of the beach, eventually coming ashore at small sandy beach, and what looked like a natural shallow rock pool.

As they walked ashore, I could see his cock thick and hard, jutting between them in the sunlight. He was whispering something in to her ear. She looked toward the boat and smiled a rather smug smile then in ankle deep water, she knelt in front of him and took his impressive cock in her hand, running her tongue along its length before pulling it into her mouth.  I swear, he looked over at the boat and winked before arching his back in clear ecstasy, while she continued her sucking until he pulled her up by the hands. Oh god I was so wet.

They entered the rock pool and he pulled her toward him, kissing her again. He sat along the back wall facing the open sea and his partner: in one smooth motion he put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her cunt to his mouth, grinding her against him.

I could see her body bucking against his mouth, and as I watched, she took his cock in her hand, pulling it up straight.  She parted her legs, straddling his smooth cock, sliding slowly down along his thick girth.  I wanted to be her, sliding down towards that familiar warm ache, nudging the tip of my orgasm into a rolling convulsing frenzy in that warm ocean pool.

As the beach and its amorous occupants rolled out of sight I became aware of the deckhand making ready to pull up at the wharf. He cast a furtive glance in my direction and I became self-conscious of my low cut sun dress. Hopefully the thin fabric was not too see through. God I hoped my brain was not … Had he seen that too? I was well and truly blushing now.

“Interesting place huh?” he nodded towards the beach.

“Yes,” I responded… “Very.”

“Yeah … I have only ever stayed there once… It was mad.” He raised his eyebrows.

I must have looked interested and he kept going.

“Yeah… they have these rules about you know, the beaches and stuff. There is this house that is apparently famous for parties. Very selective about who goes there… single guys are only allowed on the island at certain times of the year.. Apparently some woman started it, and the parties were famous for … for you know, anything goes.” He trailed off.

“You staying here?”

We were at the wharf now and I was thinking hard.

“I …I am not sure… I have some business,” I stammered.

Was I imagining things or did he smirk at me? Slowly the truth began to dawn about the reason why I was here.

Enjoyed reading this?  You can read a few of other finalists here, here, here and here.