When Jenna and Darcie returned with bananas, Mike and Emma were playing in the pool. “Come on in,” Mike said. Jenna and Darcie dropped their stalks of bananas and splashed into the pool. Jenna was carrying one banana in each hand. “Would you like a banana?” she asked suggestively holding it close to her hips.
Emma blushed but Mike laughed and said, “Absolutely.” Jenna tossed one to him.
Holding the second just as suggestively, Jenna said, “Emma, a banana?”
Emma blushed more and said, “No.”
Jenna tossed the banana to Darcie. “Looks like it’s your turn.”
Darcie joined Emma in blushing.
The four of them only worked, if you could call it that, a few hours a day. In their little tropical paradise, it just didn’t take longer to put food on the table. It was the invention of agriculture that led to a hard days work. If Mike didn’t catch a fish in an hour he’d move on to a better spot. Three hours to get their daily breadfruit and fish was the exception. They spent a lot of time in the pool or fooling around, games, or just talking.
That night, Jenna slept with Mike again but it was just for cuddling. Mike knew she was making a point, but it was fine with him. He was still happy from the afternoon bout with little Emma. There was still that disbelief that a twelve-year-old woman could be so sexual. It was just social prejudice colliding with reality, not unusual for Americans with all of the nonsense sexual cultural baggage they have.
The next night, Jenna slept with Mike again but this night it was a while before they got to sleep. It started with mutual oral, then her on top, then Mike behind, then him on top, and ended with crashing mutual orgasms. Emma and Darcie watched the whole thing by the light of the dying fire, while pretending not to, and had their own climaxes, several times as they watched.
Mike left the girls all sleeping the next morning. He felt whole and complete and so very happy. He was the man of his house and it had three lovely women. He brought home the bacon, okay fish, for them. He cared for them. He was fulfilled in ways that his more civilized compatriots could never be, at a very primal level that made him feel like a complete man.
He wandered down to the beach and watched the waves breaking on the outer reef. The trades were blowing and the waves crashed on the reef sending spray high into the air. The palms danced in the strong trade winds. It was paradise.
After, he heard the girls rise and swim in the pool then wander off for their morning chores, Mike dragged the raft down to the shore. He set off to his favorite spot. He held the spear and dove down until he could wrap his feet around a rock and became still. He was getting better at holding his breath.
This day, he had been down a long time and he could feel the build up of CO2 in his lungs. It wasn’t dangerous, but it did burn. He was about ready to head up for a breath when he saw movement. Something was crawling out between the rocks. It was unusual, like a spider... Mike held on… His spear flashed and hit the crawler, piercing the hard exoskeleton. The thing thrashed but could not free itself since the tines had come through the other side.
Mike shot up to the surface and held up the spear. “Damn,” he whispered. It was a beautiful lobster. It must have weighed three pounds. Mike clambered back into the raft. Mike broke the lobster in half, knowing the girls wouldn’t appreciate the guts. It was a male so there was no roe. He tossed the body back to chum his area.
When the girls returned, Mike was proudly holding the lobster tail. “Lobster.”
Jenna’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”
“I just wish we had butter,” he said.
“I don’t care. Get the fire going,” she said to Emma and Darcie. They sat around the fire watching the tail crackle. Mike split the tail with the survival knife and cut it into four pieces. Each of them savored every bite of the rich meat. Emma tossed some breadfruit on after the lobster was cooked and they finished their repast.
“Mike,” Jenna said. “You have to get another one.”
He laughed. “I’d love to. That’s the first one I’ve seen. If I only had scuba tanks…”
They went to the pool to clean off and laze away the rest of the day, full and happy.
The night after, Emma made it clear she wanted to try all that stuff she had seen and heard, so it was a replay of the night before. It’s funny how something that ought to be the same, the same positions in the same order, are so different with a different woman. Her lack of experience on one hand and wonderment at how things felt made everything so very different from the night before. It was like I had never done any of this before. He was exhausted and satiated when he fell asleep holding Emma.
That morning, there was a tension in the air, and it was Darcie from whom the tension came. After breakfast and before Mike headed out fishing, Darcie invited him for a walk. He could see Jenna lifting an eyebrow as Darcie took him away from camp. But Jenna was also smiling, knowing her sister was about to experience the wonderful pleasure that only a man and woman can bring to each other. They walked for a while along the beach, then into the trees. She sat on an old palm with some rocks behind her, a few vines draped over them, the sunlight dappled from the palms, gentle tropical breeze blowing in from the ocean.
“Mike,” she started. “I, uh…”
He nodded.
“God, this is so hard. I want to try it like Jenna and Emma.”
“It?” he asked.
“Don’t be mean. This is really hard for me. I guess I always thought my first time would be in a nice bed, you know, a four poster with a canopy, all pink and frilly,” she said.
“Yeah, I know. The Snow White syndrome. Prince Charming and glass slippers,” Mike said.
“That’s Cinderella,” she said.
“Same thing,” he said. “The trouble is no guy is ever going to be able to live up to the fantasy.”
“Yeah, I know. It isn’t a fantasy, you and Jenna and Emma and me. It’s just the four of us. I guess it is kind of like you are our husband on the island. So, can you pretend to be my husband? This could be our wedding night, right now,” she said.
Mike smiled. “Darcie, I do love the three of you and I guess in a way I feel responsible for you like a husband. I never thought of it exactly like that until now. Wow, I just went from bachelor to three wives.”
Mike knelt down in front of the girl and took her into his arms. “Husband,” she said as she put her arms around his neck. They kissed as lovers for the first time.
Mike bent and took one of her pointy young breasts into his mouth. His hand caressed the other. Darcie’s head fell back. She had never experienced something quite as intense as this, even when she played with herself. Having a partner turned up the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body.
Mike’s hand slid down across her flat hard belly and between her spread legs. His finger dipped down into her and found her wet. He spread her juices around so his fingers slid easily as he caressed her pussy. Darcie couldn’t believe how good this all felt. She was being carried along by the newness of these sensations; literally she was in Mike’s hands.
Mike lifted Darcie’s knees up over his shoulders and bent down to her pussy. She watched intently as his mouth found her. His tongue lightly played along her labia. Darcie fell back against the vines' allowing Mike better access to her pussy. He kissed her labia making her giggle. Then his tongue lapped up and around her clitoris which turned the giggles into a gasps of pleasure.
Darcie was carried along on the wings of pleasure as Mike sucked her clitoris into his mouth, massaging it with his lips and tongue. Darcie’s eyes were closed and her body was trembling. She was ready. Mike brought her close to climax, then backed off, barely touching her. His tongue kept teasing her labia and vaginal opening, avoiding her button, keeping her close, but not allowing her to fall over into a climax. Her hips pushed up, seeking the release.
He could tell it was time as Darcie moaned and writhed under him in the grass. Moving up over her, he lined up his hard cock with her pussy and rubbed it around, covering it with her juices. Every time it touched her clitoris she jumped. Seating his cock in her opening, Mike caressed her clitoris. Darcie was moaning and crying out. Her hips jerked and spasmed. As she crested her climax, Mike pushed forward, sending his cock through her barrier and deep into her pussy. Darcie cried out, partly in pain but partly in pleasure of being filled by a man for the first time.
Mike held still buried inside Darcie till she opened her eyes. "Wife," he said and smiled. Darcie's body exploded with the physical sensations of sex even as her mind filled with the fulfillment of finding a mate. "Husband," she replied, every nerve heightened with anticipation. She had looked forward to this all her life, her husband. He kept up the pressure on her clitoris as his cock sunk into her. Darcie hit her peak. As she did, he started fucking her, hard and long strokes, banging away at her pussy. She hit another even bigger climax, moaning and gasping as they fucked, her hips rising to meet Mike’s as his hips slammed down into hers. They fucked hard and fast. She was on a continuous high; orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking at it, grasping it, milking it.
Mike felt the familiar pressure building in his body. Darcie was still caught up in her own extended climax and Mike couldn’t stop his from coming. Another deep thrust and he exploded, blast after blast of cum surging from his cock and filling her fertile pussy.
He slowed and stopped, buried in Darcie’s tight and flooded pussy. Her pussy was still clutching at him, keeping him semi-erect, as their cum poured out of her pussy and down onto the grass below. Darcie’s eyes opened, slightly out of focus; her hands running over his back and ass. Mike pulled her with him and rolled to the side.
They lay together, caressing each other and basking in the afterglow. She was gazing into his eyes, her face suffused with pleasure and contentment. Now she knew why Emma and Jenna looked so happy. She looked like one of those old movies where the woman is always shot with a soft focus lens, romantic and beautiful.
Darcie put her face up and they kissed. “Thank you,” she said. “Now I am even with Jenna and Emma.”
Mike laughed, “It’s not exactly a competition.”
“Not anymore,” Darcie said. Her pussy spasmed around Mike’s cock. “Hmm,” she moaned. “I really like sex.”
“You and everyone else in the world,” he said.
“I guess, but I don’t think anyone else has had as good a time as me,” she said.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said kissing her.
The sun was high when they got up. Mike took her hand and led her out to the beach and down into the water. The nice thing about their current state of undress was if you got dirty you just ran into the water and got clean. They splashed each other and laughed. They walked back along the beach to the camp, hand in hand.
Once there, they splashed in the pool to clean the salt from their bodies. Mike held Darcie in his arms and kissed her.
“Hey lovers!”
They turned to see Jenna, hands on hips, smiling.
“Hey wife,” Mike called to Jenna. “Come say hello to wife number three, or is it number two?”
“What are you talking about?” Jenna asked.
“Join us,” Mike said, sitting in the pool. Jenna waded in. “Emma said I was her boyfriend, but Darcie made me realize that really I am married to all three of you.”
“Not until the honeymoon,” Jenna said.
“We took care of that,” Mike said.
Jenna eyed Darcie who smiled. “Yes, we took care of it.”
Jenna smiled and took Darcie’s hand. To Mike she said, “So you think we’re all married?”
“Aren’t we really?” Mike asked.
Jenna thought for a few seconds. “I guess we are. Eek, that’s totally weird.”
They heard Emma calling, “Where is everyone?”
“In the pool!”
Emma splashed in.
Jenna told her, “We were just deciding that Mike is really our husband. How do you like sharing your husband with two other wives?”
Emma smiled, “I like it a lot. Does that mean that Darcie?”
Darcie said, “Yes, that means that Darcie… had sex with Mike and he’s now my husband too.”
Emma said. “It’s great isn’t it?”
Darcie laughed, “Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
The girls came together in a three way hug. That’s how Mike got a harem of three beautiful sisters.
Three women and one man worked out just about right, especially when the three were young, fit, and horny women. Every night, one of the girls would snuggle up with Mike as the light faded and Mike would gratefully perform his duties as husband to the girl. Sometimes, one of the girls would get that feeling and would drag Mike off into the lean-to and Mike would fulfill his obligations. The funny thing was that Mike never seemed to tire of those onerous obligations, making love to three beautiful women.
Time passed by but in a different way. There was no calendar on the island, no months, no seasons. Time was measured in days, morning to night. Sometimes it rained and sometimes it was sunny, but it was always warm. The bananas grew and the fish swam in the lagoon. They ate and made love and in between they had fun. Mike knew now why Paradise is pictured as a tropical garden. He truly had achieved paradise.
It wasn’t perfect. He hinted several times that if the girls wanted he could make love to two or even three at one time. His fantasies ran wild when he thought about three sisters at once. But the girls weren’t interested in that. Mike never could figure out if it was that they were sisters or if the idea of being having sex with another woman left them cold. That fantasy had to stay a fantasy, not that he could complain too much. After all, the girls did like all of the one-on-one sex he could manage.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to Mike but it was. He had no real idea how long they had been on the island at this point but he knew it had been months. One afternoon, the four of them were lazing in the pool staying cool in the heat of the afternoon. Jenna cleared her throat. “Mike.”
He looked up, once again struck by how beautiful the girl was. “Yes, Sweetie?”
“Mike, I think you need to know something. I haven’t had my period in a while. And I know Darcie and Emma haven’t either because we always used to have them right about the same time.”
Emma looked confused. “So what?”
Jenna shook her head. “Emma, haven’t you noticed your belly?”
Emma put her hand on her belly. “I guess I have put on a few pounds.”
Jenna and Darcie shook their heads. Mike was now catching on. Darcie said, “Emma, you quit having your period when you get pregnant. Haven’t you noticed that all three of us are putting on a few pounds?”
Emma looked down at her belly, the small protrusion now very different than it had been just seconds before.
Mike was stunned. “All three of you?”
Jenna and Darcie nodded. Jenna told him, “Darcie and me were pretty sure a little while ago. Then we realized Emma wasn’t having her period either so we waited until we could see that she was swelling too. Mike, you’re going to be a daddy, three times.”
Emma looked up, her hands still on her belly. “I’m pregnant?”
“Yeah, dufus,” said Darcie.
Jenna nodded, “All of us are.”
Emma shook her head, “I never expected that.”
Jenna said, “I did. Sort of like Adam and Eve.”
Mike said, “Eve and her two sisters. I guess I better start catching bigger fish.” Mike extended his arms out inviting. The three girls went into his arms, happy to be loved.
At first Emma was worried and fretful. She wouldn’t sleep with Mike afraid it would harm her baby. With Jenna on the other hand, the hormones of pregnancy blew the lid off her libido. Her favorite position was being on top grinding down on Mike until she came. She wanted it every night. Mike often didn’t cum that way since there wasn’t the right kind of stimulation for him.
Emma, tired of hearing and not participating, came over after Jenna had her orgasm and mounted Mike. Jenna huffed at being pushed aside, but crawled around to the girl’s side and smiled as she watched her sister share their husband. After Emma came, Darcie crawled over. “I guess it doesn’t hurt the baby, right Emma?”
Emma stuck out her tongue at her teasing sister.
Jenna who was still awake said, “Emma, I read in one of Mom’s Cosmos that you can have sex almost until birth, as long as it doesn’t hurt.”
Darcie rolled off Mike. “God, that's so good,” she said giggling.
Emma climbed onto Mike and seated his cock in her pussy. "As long as it doesn't hurt the baby," she said. One push and he was all of the way in her tight sheath. It wasn’t exactly his three girl fantasy, as it was one after the other, but it was damn close. As Emma crested her second orgasm of the night, Mike let loose filling the girl with his cum.
Mike’s days were filled with fishing and his nights with fucking. No wonder he thought he was in paradise.
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