Unknown - Island of terror

Wendy grabbed his cock in both hands and lowered herself till her crotch hole was placed right against his curbed cockhead. She closed her eyes slightly, then spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.

We could all see her cuntmound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her little slit. She pushed down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.

She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy.

The Captain was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.

Her legs slid further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.

I was just glad I was so out of it when I'd done the same before. I'd hardly felt any pain, well, not after the first few seconds.

She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. She dropped lower, and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion.

She lowered further, and gasped in pain. I guessed his cock had hit the end of her fuck pit. Still, she tried to go further down, spreading her legs apart more and more. Her body didn't go lower though. It looked like she was being impaled on that steel hard pole of his.

Then something inside her gave way. She gave a cry of pain, and suddenly sank down another two inches. Her eyes widened in amazement as she felt that log up inside her. She shuddered all over and swayed sideways, almost fainting.

Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Wendy looked exhausted, and she hadn't even started to fuck yet.

She slower began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. The Captain would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat.

The whole thing went up into her belly, and Wendy gave a strangled cry of agony and shivered as the boys cheered. The Captain held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong.

I winced as I watched her sway atop the pole. I compared the length of his cock with her position now and figured the thing must practically be up past her stomach now. I was just glad it wasn't me.

He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she'd faint.

"Let's go pussy. Shake your little ass," he ordered then.

Wendy put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.

She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but knowing she had now choice.

She moved back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.

The Captain flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. His hands fondled and squeezed her buttocks and slid up her body to cup her breasts.

She started rising and falling with more speed, her cunt sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Wendy's flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.

Then she leaned far back, her hands on his knees. She took the cock fully into her belly and ground her crotch against his belly as she arched her back and gave a loud, long sigh of pleasure.

She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.

When she recovered she began to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.

The Captain grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her.

Wendy's legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced in the sand ineffectually as the Captain humped himself up at her.

She kissed him back, rubbing her tits against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. The Captain closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him.

Wendy told me afterward she'd never felt cum shooting into her with such force. It was like shoving a hose into her pussy and turning the tap on full, she said.

Anyway, Merl grabbed me about then and threw me back onto the ground. His body blocked my view of Wendy and the Captain as he dropped atop me and stuffed his cock down my pussy slit.

I was sound asleep when Wendy woke me up that night.

"Pssst, Meghan!" she whispered.

"Huh?"

"Wake up!"

I opened my eyes groggily and looked about in the dark. Wendy was kneeling next to me. She started backing out of the little hut, motioning for me to follow. I didn't really want to, but I couldn't argue about it without waking up one of my masters. I sighed and crawled out after her. She moved away from the huts, over by the pond.

"What is it?"

"I want you to help me," she said.

"Tomorrow," I offered, hopefully. She shook her head.

"Has to be tonight. We have to do something for the boys breakfast."

"Too early yet."

"Yes," she insisted. She pulled me by the arm over to where the gruel stuff was kept and started gathering up the leaves that went into it.

"Help me with this," she ordered.

"But that's for the girls food," I protested.

"I know," she grinned evilly.

"I don't think I should," I said worriedly. She slapped me on the ass and I gasped in pain.

"Do as you're told," she hissed. Well, this was very strange. I wasn't used to having girls give me orders. I did as she told me though. I didn't want her to slap my ass again. That hurt.

We mixed the leaves in with the boys vegetables, and then took some other leaf from their food and replaced our leaves. I thought the whole thing mystifying and pointless, but wasn't going to argue.

I worried all thought the boys breakfast that morning, but they didn't seem to notice anything wrong. Our stuff tasted much the same, but I didn't get the usual buzz that I always did.

I frowned at Wendy, upset over that. The gruel stuff was one of the good things that all the girls got, well all except Annie, who ate with the boys. I was upset that she was getting the good stuff and not me.

The next night, she did the same thing again, and then the night after that. My mind was starting to feel a lot clearer, and my body didn't heat up as easily as before. I wondered if the food had anything to do with that.

"What is this shit anyway?" I asked her, one night.

"I don't know what it's called. It's what makes it hard for you to think though."