Cravings on Crusoe Island (Patreon)

In the mirror of the cove’s calm water, Connie straightened her hair. She fancied that she looked much more mature and sophisticated than Loo Fey. Her brunette hair, with its auburn tint, was longer than Fey’s and pulled back in a ponytail. She was taller and more busty than the Asian woman’s. Her features weren’t round like Fey’s but more finely chiseled. Sadly, she had a turned-up nose which made her look more girlish than she would’ve preferred.

“Paul?” she called. “Oh Paul?”

“Yeah, what is it?” Paul asked.

He tried hard to keep any irritation out of his voice. With only the three of them here on Crusoe Island, they all had to be accommodating of each other. And it wasn’t like she was interrupting anything. With the treehouse set up, traps to provide food, and even a larder, they could survive for years without actively exerting themselves.

Now came the lowest of his concerns. There was little in the way of entertainment out here. They would have to find ways to keep themselves occupied. It was a good problem to have, not needing to worry about food or fresh water, but it was still a problem.

“Have you ever been up there?” Connie asked, pointing to a high rocky cliff. “I saw a little sandy cove up there the other day. Do you think we could make it?”

“We could give it a try,” Paul agreed readily. “You think Loo Fey would want to come?”

“No, she’s meditating. I figure it’ll be easier on her if we take off so she’s not distracted.”

By this point, they largely knew their way around the island. A path they’d already discovered led up to the cliff and from there, Paul used a rope he’d woven to lower them down to the isolated cove, surrounded by impassable cliffs.

It was perfect, Connie thought. They couldn’t be seen in any direction. Although Crusoe Island was deserted except for them, they’d had enough visitors to constantly keep their guard up. The cove, though, made them feel like they were the last two people on Earth.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Connie beamed.

“I’m glad you like it,” Paul told her. “I’ll read my book and you try out the water.”

He spread out a blanket, taking off all but his shorts before settling down with his book. He’d read it multiple times, but it was dense work. He kept his mind sharp by working at the symbolism and hidden themes.

Connie tapped her bare foot in the sand, wondering why his attention wasn’t on her. This definitely wasn’t the way she had planned this. “Don’t you want to give the water a try too, Paul?”

He looked up from his book. “If it’s that nice, sure, but I didn’t think to bring my suit.”

Connie brightened. “Why would you need a suit? It’s not like anyone’s watching.”

“You’re watching,” Paul reminded her.

“I won’t peek,” she said, grinning. “And why should you be shy? I know what it all looks like.”

Paul blushed. Just the three of them living alone on the island meant privacy was bound to be an issue. He felt terribly guilty, but the other day, Connie had happened upon him as he bathed. And he’d thought, considered… but nothing had happened, that was the important thing.

In fact, it seemed like the only important thing. Neither of them had lost control of themselves, despite the circumstances. And he really wanted to swim. The day was blisteringly hot and he was soaked in sweat. Being immersed in cool water would feel great. Nothing had happened the other day, so there was no need to worry about anything happening today.

“Well, alright,” he said. “Why don’t you turn around?”

“Paul, you don’t think I’d look, do you?” But Connie turned around before hopping up and down in celebration, her perky little ass bouncing furiously in her skimpy panties.

Paul tried not to pay attention. He stood up and quickly dropped his pants, then dashed for the water before Connie could turn around. She might already know what he looked like naked, but he didn’t want to refresh her memory.

Hearing Paul’s footsteps strike the water, Connie turned around to see her handsome, rugged protector plunging his lower body into the ocean. She got a look at his pale cock and it looked half-hard before it was underneath the waves.

Her body prickled with excitement. Even without being stiff, his cock was huge. This time, she vowed, she was going to get that cock hard and put it to work. Paul wasn’t going to get away with teasing her like he had last time.

“Nothing wrong with a little skinny-dipping, huh?” Connie asked before she untied the strings of her bikini top, tossing it aside, and backing deeper into the water, her round breasts bouncing with each step.

Paul could only stare. She was too damned enticing. He felt a hardness beginning in him that the chill of the ocean couldn’t dispel. “You’re not going to wear your suit?” he asked uneasily, venturing deeper into the water himself before his rising erection could lift above the surface.

“No way,” Connie said nonchalantly. “It’s more fun without it. Doesn’t the water feel good on your bare skin?”

She flopped backwards, off her feet, and Paul dove after her. He caught a glimpse of her naked body, as she shucked off her bottoms—veiled in a flurry of bubbles that were unable to conceal how her blue eyes were looking back at him, seeing his body as much as he’d seen hers.

Coming up for air, deep enough that his toes could only brush the sand, Paul could almost forget Connie’s nakedness. He enjoyed himself, saying that it was all innocent. Splashing around and working up what would’ve been a sweat if it weren’t for the jostling waves washing him continuously clean. Connie swam out to the breakers, then paddled back.

When she was within a yard of him, Connie suddenly submerged. Paul thought nothing of it, expecting her to surface in a moment, but then he felt anxious. Why hadn’t she come up yet? Could an undertow have grabbed her?

He was staring avidly at the ripples Connie had left where she went underwater when he felt something brush against him. Paul looked down, expecting a shark, and instead saw glossy black hair like a bullseye on the expanse of all Connie’s pale flesh. She circled around him, twisting around to show him the two red sirens of her nipples and the smaller target of a dark thatch between her legs, and then she came right up to him and grabbed hold of his cock.

“Hey!” Paul yelped, expecting something childish, something playful, not the sudden surge in feeling that could only come with feminine flesh and his own receptive phallus.

Connie bobbed to the surface, smiling, her little fist unwilling to relinquish his long limp maleness. She floated facing him, almost touching him even without her outstretched hand, her sweet little nipples pointed and hardened from the cold water.

“I caught something,” Connie said, giving his prick a mischievous squeeze. “Is this why they call it a fly-fishing?”

“Is this why they call them hookers?” Paul retorted, shoving her.

Connie jerked back, but she didn’t let go of his cock. Paul let himself be pulled along, then scrambled with his arms to keep up with Connie’s graceful glide. They got into a shallow four feet of water, the ground under them again, and Connie still didn’t relinquish his manhood.

“Dammit, I’ll be needing that back!” Paul gasped.

“When I’m done with it,” Connie giggled. “Come on, you know you’ve been wanting to give it to me. Why not just… let me have it?”

Paul sputtered. Damn her, it was just a girlish game to Connie, but to Paul it was high-stakes gambling. He was able to control his urges most of the time, but Connie was rapidly getting him to the point where no man could control himself. She simply didn’t understand what she was getting herself into.

He tried to keep his wits about him. “It wouldn’t be fair to Loo Fey. Imagine it: you and me, having our fun, leaving her out of it. It’d be unbearable for her.”

“And how do you think it feels for me?” Connie demanded, making him follow helplessly as she led him into deeper water with a firm grip on his rapidly stiffening erection. “You know there’s nothing to do on this island except the funnest thing we could be doing, only you won’t do it with me. And Loo Fey feels the same way! She doesn’t understand why you won’t make a move on at least one of us.”

“Because it wouldn’t be fair to the other girl!” Paul insisted.

“So instead you’re unfair to both of us. Keeping your big dick all to yourself.” With the water up to her chin, Connie stopped. Now she rolled her hand up and down his endowment, while her other hand grasped his hairy balls and rhythmically squeezed them.