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Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Hermaphrodite/Teen female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex

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Note: Thanks to my beta reader Leslie for proofing this!

Chantelle Hart

My mother would have such a fit if she saw me now.

On my knees before the captain of the cruise ship that was hosting our church’s “Women’s Retreat Cruise.” Two weeks of bible study and praying and getting close to God. Dad was a preacher, so of course she had to lead it. And she had dragged me along because she didn’t trust me.

She hated that I was Goth. That darkness and sin brimmed in my soul. Both my parents did. The pale skin, the black lipstick, the heavy eye shade, the melancholic music. I was an ephemeral being that would not be lost forever. Beauty would fade. Youth was fleeting. We were all dying. Heading towards the grave.

Wouldn’t it be better to die young? To have my beauty preserved? And, of course, to have it seen by hunky men like Captain Lucas O’Connor.

He stood over me, his shirt open to reveal his muscular body. He was a man who worked out, his flesh tanned by the sea. He had short, brown hair and just enough stubble on his jaws to be so dangerously masculine and sexy. The moment I had boarded The Lady of the Sea, I knew that I had to fuck this guy. That I had to kneel before him and suck his cock.

“Damn,” he groaned as I worked my black lips up and down his dick. We were on the bridge. He had excused the watch so he could enjoy my young body. I shuddered as I suckled on him, my small breasts jiggling as I did. My black hair swayed around my face. “Oh, damn, you are one naughty slut.”

I winked at him.

“Your mother’s the preacher’s wife, and here you are blowing my dick,” he groaned. “A preacher’s daughter is sucking my cock like a whore.”

I groaned around his cock, savoring every moment of working my mouth up and down his cock. The salty flavor of Captain O’Connell’s precum soaking my taste buds. I loved that flavor. My pussy clenched with anticipation of this big dick fucking me.

I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his cock. I worshiped his mighty shaft. The biggest that I had ever seen. He was a hung sailor. He groaned, some beeps coming from the console. We were out in the South Pacific. There was nothing but ocean for days. I suckled on him. Loved him. My cheeks hollowed with the force of my nursing.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s so fucking good, Chantelle! Suckle that dick.”

I winked a blue eye at Captain O’Connell as I blew him. I suckled with such passion on his dick, loving the flavor of his precum spilling over my tongue. I swirled my tongue around him, nursing with hunger on him. He groaned as I suckled on him. I bobbed my mouth, loving his cock.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I suckled on him. Just imagining my mom looking around this ship for me made this all the sweeter. My hips wiggled from side to side as I suckled on him with all the passion that I had.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his muscular chest rising and falling. “Oh, fuck, that is it. You’re going a get a mouthful of my spunk.”

I wanted that so much.

“Little goth whore!” he growled, his cock twitching in my mouth.

I was. Just such a naughty goth slut. I loved it. I nursed on him with hunger. My black lips sliding up and down his cock. My lipstick left shadowy smears on his cock as I nursed on him. He groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth.

He groaned, his hands gripping the sides of my head. He mouth-fucked me hard. He pounded me with such passion. It was just a hot delight to have him using my mouth. I was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. For this manly captain to use.

“Shit” he groaned “Oh, shit, that’s it. That’s fucking it!”

I suckled so hard as he buried his cock to the back of my throat and drew back. Drool spilled down my chin as he mouth-fucked me. I loved it. My tongue danced around his shaft. He threw back his head and roared his might.

“Yes!” he snarled.

His cum fired into my mouth.

Spurt after spurt of jizz splashed against the back of my throat. I groaned as he fired all that spunk into my mouth. It was so wild. I shuddered at the salty seed that fired into my mouth. I gulped it down with such hunger.

“Swallow it, you goth fucking slut!” he snarled.

My pussy burned with the need to have his cum spurting into me. I loved the way his cum pumped into my mouth again and again. It was fantastic. Amazing. I loved how he called me slut and whore. I savored every moment of being such a dirty girl.

Mom would faint if she saw me. My sister, Elise, would burst a blood vessel if she saw me gulping down all that spunk. I loved this spunk. He fired the last of his cum into me. I shuddered in delight, a big smile on my lips.

I slid my mouth off his dick and stood before him. Then I sauntered to the windows at the front and grabbed the sill. I thrust my ass at him, staring out the length of the cruise ship. I spotted my mom roaming down there looking for me. She passed a Hispanic woman talking on the phone.

I grinned as I purred, “Fuck me so hard, Captain! I need a real man to pound my pussy!”

“Yes, you fucking do,” he growled and moved up behind me. He grabbed my hips and pressed his cock into my pussy. I shuddered as he slid up and down my flesh when a light flashed out before the ship. The captain froze.

“What is that?” he muttered.

Then a loud, crunching sound filled the air as I was thrown forward into the window—

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I groaned as I clutched at something made of vinyl. Water lapped around me. I smelled salt. I blinked my eyes, confused. I had just been about to be fucked when…

My head throbbed. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Waves washed around me. I shuddered and blinked against the pounding headache. I clutched at a… a ring. A lifesaver. I was in a lifesaver floating in the ocean.

“The fuck?” I gasped in a panic, naked and bobbing in the water. Where was the ship? The captain had been about to fuck me and…

Did it sink?

I looked around for some wreckage. The sky was lightning to my right. Dawn was coming which meant I was swimming north towards the island’s south shore. I could see waves almost hitting something. They didn’t stop washing over it, but they weren’t as violent as they reached me. I could see something just below the surface.

A reef?

I looked in the other direction and saw a dark shape against the sky. Like a mountain before me. An island. I groaned in relief. There was an island before me. I was floating in a lagoon or something. My legs kicked towards it as I floated in my lifesaver.

What the fuck had happened? What about the others on my ship? Mom? Elise? Was Sam okay? Or what about Miss Danielle as she liked to be called now that her divorce was final? Or Pita who I had met prowling the ship with such intensity. And there were others on the ship. Thirty of us from our church, plus a few hundred other passengers.

I kept kicking towards the island as the world grew lighter. I could see lush greenery climbing up the slope of the mountain. There was a bluff to my right and a sandy beach before me. I had to get to that. I kicked harder when…

I noticed a light glowing in the water.

I stared down at it. Fish were swimming around it. Colorful, tropical fish. It was at the bottom of the lagoon I was in. I couldn’t tell what made the source. Was it emergency lighting from the ship? I really didn’t know.

It was too deep for me to even think about swimming down to. Not that I would let go of the lifesaver. I kept swimming for the shore, holding tight to it. The sun peeked over the horizon behind me, shining a light on the island now. It looked so lush and inviting.

If I was alive, there had to be others. I just had to get to shore and find them.

I kicked harder and harder, the gentle waves washing around me. I could see fish swimming below me. Starfish on the bottom. Strange seaweed and crabs were scuttling about. The waters were so clear. It was astounding.

I grew more and more tired the closer I came to the shore. My legs burned. I paddled as well as I could over the lifesaver. I groaned as I came closer and closer to those white sand beaches. I stared at that mountain looming over the island. Smoke drifted from the top.

A volcano. Was it going to erupt?

Well, I had no choice. I was too tired to do anything else. I kept kicking until… My feet touched sand. I laughed in delight as I staggered out of the water and collapsed naked on the shore. I lay there for a moment, panting. I felt the sun on my back.

I was so pale skin that I would burn fast. I couldn’t stay here on the beach. I had to get to shade. I shuddered, struggling to find the energy to get up. My legs burned from the kicking. I never realized how hard swimming for so far could be.

I took a few minutes to catch my breath before I stumbled off into the jungle. I shuddered, my legs aching. I passed into the shade and out of the sun. I was thirsty. I listened for any sign of water. It was so wet around here. There had to be water near here.

I looked around and listened for any sounds of water. Fear tightened in my stomach. I was already feeling a tad hungry, too. It had been night. I must have been floating in the water for seven or so hours. And that swim…

My stomach was growling as I moved deeper into the jungle and found a little path. Who had made it? Animals? Didn’t animals make trails? It was very narrow. I moved down it, seeing hoofprints sometimes. So there were animals.

Were they dangerous?

I had no idea. Maybe I should assume they were and avoid them. But this trail had to lead to water. Animals had to drink. So I kept going down it, my throat getting thirstier and thirstier. I was so aware that I was naked. I felt self-conscious of that.

After what felt like an hour of walking, my bare feet getting sore and my legs burning worse, I heard the babble of water. I looked around then moved into the brush. I found a little creek. I sighed in relief and fell to my knees on the soft moss that grew around it.

I ducked my hands into the water. It was cool. I brought it to my lips and drank it. So sweet. I slurped it down then got more. I was on my second gulping down of that wonderful stuff when I wondered if that was bad.

Did I have to purify it?

But wasn’t raw water good for you? No chemical treatments. It wasn’t held in plastic bottles.

It was natural. That meant it was good for me.

So I drank more of it.

I gulped it down and swallowed that wonderful stuff. It was so wonderful. I filled my rumbling belly with it and rose, wiping my mouth. Now I had to get food. There had to be bananas and coconuts or something, right?

I looked around at the trees. They grew high above me with broad canopies. I frowned, looking for something that looked edible. There were lots of flowers around. Some growing on bushes low to the ground, others were orchids growing from cracks in the trees.

I looked up and down the creek. It had to lead somewhere, right?

I splashed down it, the water cooling off my sore feet. I followed downstream. Someone had to live on this island. And they would be by water. So I would follow this water to where it ended. I headed for maybe fifteen minutes when the creek just flowed underground.

I stared at it vanishing into a hole.

“Well, that’s not fair,” I groaned. “Underground? Isn’t that cheating? That has to be cheating. It just has to be. Ugh, that’s so not fair. I am so annoyed right now. They are clearly trying to piss me off.”

I stamped my foot, frustration boiling over me.

“Hello!” I shouted. “Is someone her? I need help! Help!”

I looked around, expecting someone to come to my rescue. Like Captain O’Connell. He would rescue me. Then fuck me. He was so big and brawny. He had to have survived the shipwreck. He would be here and save me.

“Captain O’Connell!” I shouted. “Your goth slut is here!”

I spun around, tears burning at my eyes as this frustration boiled in me.

“You want to fuck me!” I cried. “Come get your pussy! Please, please, help me! Someone answer me! This isn’t funny. This isn’t funny at all!”

But no one was coming. No brawny captain burst out of the brush to sweep me up in his strong arms and take me to his bamboo hut where he would fuck me and feed me and fuck me some more. He would ravish me with that gorgeous, tan body of his.

“Mom!” I cried, wanting even her to come to my rescue. “Mom, are you here? Please, please, say you’re here! I need you. I’m in so much trouble! Mom! Don’t ignore me, Mom! Please, please, come and save me! Anyone! Is anyone there?”

I looked around, desperate for someone to save me. The branches creaked over my head as I looked around wildly. Tears were budding in my eyes. I blinked them back, worried about ruining my mascara.

“My mascara!” I wailed. “Why am I even concerned about that? I’m such an idiot! Mom! Captain O’Connell! Elise! You dumb sister! Anyone! I need help!”

The branch creaked louder over my head.

I glanced up to see a woman staring down at me. She had deep-tan skin, almost a bronze, and it was all over because she was naked as me. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a thick but tangled ponytail. Her large breasts swayed before her as she stared down at me with her brown eyes.

She cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing as she flicked her gaze over me. She looked curious about me. I just swallowed as she crouched there, her legs bent. She had a spear in one hand and a club…

Thrusting from her pussy?

It was thick and flesh, the same tan hue as the rest of her save the tip that was… shaped like a mushroom. It was pink. And it twitched. Throbbed. My jaw dropped. There was a dickgirl in the tree. A dickgirl in the tree was staring at me like she didn’t know what I was.

And she had a pussy. I could see it. She had no pubic hair. Her pussy lips were parted with her legs spread so wide. That was clearly a dick that thrust out of her pussy and throbbed with her heartbeat. She turned her head, staring at me.

“D-don’t hurt me,” I whimpered, backing away. There was something… primal in her eyes. Feral.

She moved from one branch to the other in an almost monkey-like fashion. She was at home in the trees. Was she even human? She had a dick. She had a pussy and a dick. Humans didn’t have both. Despite that wave of lust washing out of my cunt at the sight of her big dick, this was freaking me out.

She grunted at me, her eyes narrowing. “Ooomaaaan! OOOOOOMMMMAAAAAAN!”

I squeaked at her cry and bolted.

I ran up the creek, the water splashing around my feet. My arms pumped. I threw a look back to see her leaping from branch to branch after me. She cashed me, her big boobs and impossible cock bouncing before her.

I ran faster, my hunger forgotten. My exhaustion vanished. My legs didn’t burn any longer. I could run all day. I had to get away from this strange dickgirl savage. My arms pumped fast, the water splashing across my pale form.

Something hissed by me and slammed into the creek before me. Her spear.

I squeaked in fright and stopped running before I collided with the butt. Then came an ululating cry that was almost like a monkey or Tarzan. I turned around and gaped. She swung down at me from the branches, gripping a vine. She held it with one hand the other thrust out to the side.

“No!” I gasped and tried to jump clear.

She snagged me.

In a moment, I was being carried up into the air as she swung on the vine. I screamed in shock as she held me in her strong arms, rubbing my small breasts against her side. She released the vine at the top of her swing.

We flew through the air, my stomach lurching. She snagged another vine and swung on, laughing. I was screaming and she was laughing. We rushed down towards the ground again. I closed my eyes, whimpering as my stomach sloshed in my guts.

Then we rose. She released the vine and caught another. This insane jungle dickgirl was swinging us around like Tarzan. The jungle whirled past us as she kicked her legs forward, propelling us faster. She released it again.

I screamed as we flew over a pool that glowed with sliver light. It was so far beneath us. The air whipped at my black hair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness us falling to our deaths. This was insane. I clung to her tight, scared to let her go as much as I was of her insane antics.

Then she landed on a branch. Her bare feet slapped on the wood. The limb creaked and the leaves rustled. She jumped again and grabbed another vine. I opened my eyes as the jungle blurred by. I caught a glimpse of a huge, green snake then she was swinging to the next vine.

“Who are you?” I screamed in her ear, my entire body trembling with the fear of this moment.

She glanced at me and said, “Me, Jane!”

Then she let go of the vine. My stomach lurched as we soared through the air and landed on another branch. This was a wide one. Too much shock, there was a little hut built up here. I swallowed at the sight of the hut then I glanced back at her. She let me go, pushing me towards it.

I lurched as I nearly fell off the branch. It wasn’t narrow, but there were no railings. I squeaked as I caught my balance. Then I darted down it and into the hut. It wasn’t that big. There were a lot of leaves piled in the corner. That must be her bed. There were some coils of rope on the wall and some fruit in wooden bowels.

“What is going on?” I demanded as she strutted down the branch at her full height, her big tits and hard futa-cock thrusting before her.

The savage dickgirl crouched at the entrance to the hut, her legs spread wide. Her futa-dick throbbed before her. It twitched with her heartbeat. She licked her lips. A tremble of fear shot through me. Was she going to eat me?

“Y-you said you were Jane,” I whimpered. “I’m Chantelle.” I tapped my chest. “Chantelle!”

She licked her lips again. They gleamed with her saliva. She crept closer to me. I whimpered, pressing against the wall. She had fruit. Maybe she wasn’t a cannibal or anything. I mean, I wanted to die young and leave behind a beautiful body.

Not be eaten by some freak on a desert island.

“Chantelle,” I kept saying, tapping my chest. “Chantelle. Not food. Chantelle. Chantelle!” My voice squeaked. “Chantelle!”

She pounced at me. She landed before me and grabbed my hips with her strong hands. Then she buried her face between my thighs and rubbed into my pussy. I gasped in shock at her rubbing at my vulva. She wanted to eat me, all right.

Her tongue swept through my pussy folds. My small boobies quivered as she licked and lapped at me. She caressed me with her hot tongue, stroking my slit. She brushed my clit over and over again as I moaned out in delight.

My black hair swayed around my head. I licked my lips, savoring the pleasure that coursed through me. It was intense. She feasted on me with such passion. I had never had a woman go down on me. But this was just such a hot delight.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned. “Oh, you’re some sort of dyke-dickgirl. Oh, this is just so wild. This is insane. Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

“Yum, yum, yum,” Jane moaned as she devoured me.

“I bet it is,” I groaned. “Every boy told me that I had a yummy pussy.”

“Boys bad! Pussy good!” She thrust her tongue into my cunt.

I gasped as she swirled about in me. It was so intense feeling her licking at me like that. It was a delightful experience. I shuddered as she stirred around inside of me. It was fantastic to experience her doing that. She had such a wonderful tongue.

It was an amazing delight. I groaned, savoring that hot delight darting about in me. She stirred me up. She swirled around in my snatch. It was a wonderful experience. I loved what she did to me. Pleasure rippled through me.

“Oh, my god, Jane!” I gasped, savoring this passion.

Her hands slid around to grab my ass. She cupped my pale rump as she devoured my cunt. Her tongue fluttered around in me. No guy had ever done this to me. I groaned, my body quivering. The pleasure swirled through me.

My back rubbed against the sides of the hut. I groaned with delight. Her fingers kneaded my ass as she flicked her tongue out of my hole and lapped at my folds. She tongued my labia and brushed my clit. Sparks flared.

“No cock!” she moaned and fluttered her tongue against my bud.

“No, no, I don’t have a cock,” I whimpered as she kept tonguing me. “I’m not a dickgirl.”

“Futa,” she groaned. It was almost a grunt. “Futa! Futa! Futa!”

She suckled hard on my clit.

I gasped at that. The pressure of her suction was insane. Intense. I groaned at what she did. Her tongue swirled around my bud. It was this incredible delight. I quivered with passion, my orgasm swelling in my cunt.

She nibbled on my clit between her suckles, using her soft lips. She nursed with such passion like she was trying to get my bud to sprout into a mighty cock like the one she possessed. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned out my delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I gasped.

“Futa, futa, futa!” she moaned and swirled her tongue around my clit.

I gasped as the sparks burst from that bud. It was so exciting. She hurtled me towards my orgasm. Towards that powerful moment when I would just explode in delight. I groaned, my back rubbing against the wall.

This was so hot. No sexy goth guy or hunky stud had ever made me feel like this. I shuddered, shocked by the savage-dickgirl’s skill. I groaned as Jane brought me closer and closer to cumming. To just exploding with rapture.

“You naughty dickgirl!” I groaned. “Oh, god, I’m going to drown you in such cum! Yes!”

I burst with delight.

My pussy convulsed and writhed with the pleasure of her nursing on me. Juices gushed out of my pussy and flooded her mouth. It was an exciting delight. My face contorted with the rapture that swept through me.

I whimpered, gasping out the delight of this orgasm. My head tossed from side to side. Ecstasy drowned my mind as my pussy juices gushed out of my cunt. Jane licked at them. She lapped at my cunt with her passion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned as the pleasure swept through me. It was fantastic to feel that bliss surging through me. It was intense to have it gushing through my body.

“Pussy!” groaned Jane.

She thrust her tongue into my cunt and swirled around in my snatch. My pussy walls rippled around her tongue as my orgasm hit that amazing peak. I quivered there, savoring this wonderful delight. I panted as she flicked her tongue to my clit.

I gasped as she licked at my sensitive bud I shuddered, my small titties quivering. My black hair swept around my shoulders. Jane frowned as she leaned back and narrowed her eyes at me. She licked her lips and shook her head, her brown hair dancing down her back.

“No futa! No futa! No futa!” burst from her mouth.

She stood as I gasped in fright. She looked me up and down.

“You not futa!” Her hands planted on her hips, her massive cock thrusting out me almost like an accusing finger. “Not futa! Not futa! Why no futa?”

“Futa?” I asked, shaking my head. “What’s futa?”

“This futa!” She grabbed her girl-dick and shook it at me. “Me futa. You no futa. Me have futa-dick. Big and mighty clit-cock. You. Just clit. Why no futa-dick?”

“Because I’m a girl,” I gasped. “I’m not a dickgirl like you.”

“Dick… girl?” Cocked head. “Me not dickgirl. Me Jane. Me futa.”

“No, no, you’re a girl with a dick.” Then, slower, I added. “Diiiickgiiiirl.”

“No, futanari. Futa!” She pressed her cock against my pussy. “You wet. Wet for futa-dick. Me fuck Chantelle?”

She did know my name. “Uh, yeah.” After that orgasm she gave me, I could use more. She had such a gorgeous dick. “Sure. I mean, I’ve never had a cock that big before.”

“Bad man cock not good cock.” She smiled. “Futa-cock good. Pussy good. Chantelle like futa-cock in pussy.”

“God, yes,” I moaned.

“Speak funny, but me like.” She cupped my face and kissed me with lips soaked in my sweet pussy cream. I groaned at that naughty delight as her tongue thrust into my mouth and danced around.

Her futa-dick throbbed between us. This massive slab of cock that made me quiver. My pussy clenched as our tongues danced around each other. My hands grabbed her rump. She had a firm one. Muscular but still plump.

She gripped my hips and swung me around. I loved what she did to me. This was so hot. I loved what was going on. This naughty heat swept through my body. I quivered as I kissed her with passion. I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She suckled on my tongue as her futa-dick throbbed between us. My cunt dripped juices. God, this cock was huge. I wanted her in me. I wanted her to fuck me and make me into her little goth slut. That would be so hot.

She broke the kiss. “Chantelle pale. Black lips. Me like.”

“I’m your goth slut,” I purred.

“Goth…” Something in her eyes glimmered. Then she shook her head. “You me slut. Goth slut. Me fuck goth slut pussy.”

“Fuck me,” I moaned as she pushed me towards the bedding. I dropped to my knees on it and turned around. I knelt there and wiggled my pale rump at her. “Pound me with that big futa-dick, Jane! I want to cum on your cock.”

“Me cum hard fuck pussy!” she purred and dropped to her knees behind me. She slapped her girl-cock on my rump. “Me love pussy. Pussy best. Futa-cock best. Together best!”

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “Now pound me.”

I quivered as she slid her cock over my rump. The tip nuzzled into my flesh and left a streak of precum. She moved it down the curve of my rump and slid it to the side. She found the shaved folds of my pussy. I shuddered as she did that, her cock sliding up and down my pussy slit.

She might talk like she had never been around people, but she had a big dick that I knew would stir up my pussy. Would just drive me wild. I couldn’t wait for her to pound me with that huge dick. I would be in heaven.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as she pressed that thick cock into my pussy lips. “Fuck me!”

“Fuck you!” she said with glee and thrust.

Jane’s big futa-cock rammed into my pussy. My eyes bulged. My little goth pussy had never had anything this large in it. I quivered as she stretched me out as that massive futa-cock slid to the hilt in me. It was outstanding. I loved every moment of it burying into me. I savored every second of that big cock filling me up.

She reached all the way to my cervix. My head tossed, my black hair danced around my face as that amazing futa-dick filled me up. I groaned at how wondrous it was to have all her girl-cock in me. I squeezed my snatch down on her, a big smile on my lips.

Then she drew back. I quivered in delight as she did that. It was fantastic to have her in my tight snatch. She moaned as my petite body quivered. I stared down at my black-painted fingernails and gasped as she thrust back into me. She fucked hard into me. Deep. She buried into me again and again.

It was an amazing delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned as she pounded me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jane groaned, her hands gripping my slender hips. “Me fuck pussy!”

“Yeah, you are!” I gasped, my body quivering as she pummeled me with that big cock. She pounded me with such force. “Shit!”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I reveled in the bliss of her big clit-cock hammering me. I had no idea how she could have both, but I was so glad to experience it. This was awesome. She hammered my pussy. She buried her girl-cock to the hilt into me again and again.

I loved it. I savored it so much. This was the best thing in the world. Just a wondrous delight to have that big cock fucking into my pussy again and again. I loved it so much. I savored this passion with all my might. I squeezed my snatch down on her cock as she fucked me so hard. The futa-savage hammered my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “You jungle-dwelling futa-beauty! Fuck me with that big dick. Pound my tight cunt with that huge dick. Yes, yes, yes, that’s it. That’s fucking it!”

“Fucking you!” moaned the naughty futa as she pounded me.

“God, you are,” I groaned. “You fucking are!”

She thrust into me over and over again. It was a thing of passion to have her hammering my cunt like that. I loved it so much. I savored this delight with all my might. She plowed into me again and again. She fucked me with her big dick.

And the pleasure spread. It built in me. That wonderful bliss swelled in my body. I groaned, loving every moment of it. I loved every second of her big cock fucking me. She hammered into my cunt with such force.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, that’s amazing. That’s so good. Ooh, you’re going to make me cum and cum and cum!”

“Me make Chantelle cum!” squealed the futa-savage.

“Yes!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt down on that huge cock.

The pressure in my snatch was outstanding. I trembled as she buried into my cunt again and again. I groaned, loving the way she pumped away at me. I trembled, my body quivering as she fucked into me with such force.

My pussy clamped down hard on her. I trembled as the bliss swept through me. It was an amazing delight to have her fucking me. The silky friction in my snatch swelled and swelled the pleasure she was giving me.

“Oh, god, that’s so good,” I moaned. “That’s just amazing. Yes, yes, yes, keep pounding me like that. Just keep fucking me with all that force.”

“Me keep fucking!” squealed Jane as she buried in me. “Me seed pussy! Flood Chantelle! Me spurt cum! Big cum! Huge cum!”

“I hope so!” I whimpered, squeezing my snatch down around her dick. “Yes, yes, yes, that’s so good. I love that so much. Fuck!”

She buried deep and hard into my snatch. She plowed hard into me. I groaned, my twat quivering with delight. I squeezed my snatch down around her pussy, a big smile spreading on my lips. She thrust into me, my orgasm nearly bursting.

Jane buried her futa-dick to the hilt in me. I squeezed down on her, reveling in that wonderful cock drawing back. I quivered there, my heart thundering a mile a minute. She plowed back into me with such force. She filled me up.

I exploded.

“Yes!”

My cunt went wild around her girl-cock. She gasped as she drew back, my snatch crippling around her big dick. The pleasure shot through me. She slammed back into me. She buried her girl-cock to the hilt in my cunt and squealed.

She erupted.

I groaned as the futa-cum spurted into my snatch. It was an incredible delight. I loved every second of her spurting into me with all her jizz. It was amazing feeling her splashing my cervix in her thick seed. I loved when a cock busted bareback in me.

“Yes, yes, flood me with your cum!” I moaned, my pussy rippling around her girl-cock.

“Jane cum! Jane cum! Jane love cum!” she squealed as she spurted over and over into my pussy.

I savored it, too. I loved all that jizz flooding into my snatch. It was amazing. She pumped me full of all her spunk. I loved every moment of it. This wicked delight swept through me. It drowned my mind. Ecstasy poured over my thoughts.

It was wonderful to experience all that cum spurting into me. Just fantastic. My cunt suckled it out of her dick. I worked it all out of her futa-cock. I groaned as I hit that amazing peak of bliss. I hovered there, a big smile on my lips.

“Oh, my god, that was amazing,” I groaned.

“Yes, yes,” Jane panted. “Cum amazing! Me love cum!”

“Me, too,” I panted as she ripped her girl-cock out of my pussy.

I shuddered and rolled over onto my back. I lay on her pile of leaves. It was more comfortable than it looked. Her futa-cum leaked out of my pussy and trickled down to my asshole. I panted, staring up at her and her futa-dick dripping in my pussy cream.

She leaned over me, her big, tan boobs jiggling. She stroked my cheeks. “Black tears.”

“My mascara ran,” I groaned. “It’s supposed to be waterproof. But I bet it’s not ocean proof. I’m just glad my hair’s still black. Bet my roots are showing.”

“Roots?” She glanced down at my feet. “See no roots. You girl. Not tree.” She laughed. “Silly girl.”

I rolled my eyes. “How about my lips? Are they still black?”

She nodded. “Why black? Hurt?”

I shook my head. “I’m goth. I paint them that way to look sexy and so it’s more fun to kiss pretty futas like you.”

“Goth…” Her brow furrowed for a moment. “Goth… That… That… Hot topic… Why in head?”

“Hot Topic?” I gasped, sitting up. “You know about Hot Topic? I mean, it’s where preps go to buy their goth stuff. Have you been there? Are you not from this island?”

“Jane confuse.” She shook her head. “Black lips good kiss?” She cupped my face and kissed me.

I shuddered at the feeling of her plump mouth on mine. She kissed me with passion. I groaned, her futa-dick rubbing on my shaved pubic mound and smearing her pussy juices across it. I kissed her back as I leaned back on the bed.
Our lips came apart as she smiled down at me. Her eyes flicked over my body. She was such a puzzle. Hot Topic… That was no coincidence. She had heard of goths, too. That meant she hadn’t come from this island. Had she shipwrecked here as a kid?

How else to explain her shitty vocabulary? It had never fully developed. Which meant she had been here for a long, long time. She looked to be twenty-five or so. My stomach roiled. Was I going to be stuck on this island for the rest of my life with a big-dick futa-savage?

Well, that dick was fun, but… I had a home. I didn’t get along with my mom and dad, but the idea of never seeing them again sent this shiver through me. Of living on this island, my pale body slowly being tanned to a rich, golden brown like I was some prep girl. Eating fruits and coconuts and god knew what else.

It was frightening. Overwhelming.

“Shh, shh,” Jane said. She pressed her cock over my pussy lips and down my taint, smearing her tip through the cum that had leaked out of my twat. She reached my asshole. “Jane make Chantelle happy. Ass fuck!”

“What?” I gasped as she thrust her big futa-dick against my anal sheath. “Wait, no! You’re too big!”

“Ass fuck!” she squealed and thrust.

I groaned as my anal ring stretched and stretched before the girth of her big dick. This was so insane. My back arched against the leaves of her makeshift bedding. I groaned as my asshole stretched wider and wider. I trembled there, my heart pounding in my chest as she drilled against my backdoor.

She moaned her delight while I groaned. The tip of her dick felt so slippery. More than just my pussy juices. I shuddered as I stretched wider and wider. I gasped, realizing that maybe I could take her big futa-dick in my asshole.

She gripped my hips and lifted them from the ground bedding. Then she thrust hard. My anal ring opened the rest of the way. I gasped as she popped into my bowels. That big, throbbing futa-dick slid into my bowels. The jungle savage moaned her delight as she sank her shaft deeper and deeper into my bowels.

“Holy fucking shit!” I groaned as she pressed more and more of that cock into my bowels. I trembled there, loving what I felt. This was incredible. Amazing. “Oh, wow, that’s awesome!”

“Ass-fuck good fuck!” Jane squealed as she bottomed out in me.

I had every inch of her massive clit-dick in my bowels. I felt like such a goth slut for taking it. I squeezed my asshole around her cock, loving how big she was. That was incredible. Then she drew back. I groaned in delight, savoring the feeling of her in me.

She slammed back into me. She buried to the hilt in my bowels, thrusting away at me. I shuddered, reveling in her fucking me with such bold and hard strokes. She buried her futa-dick into my anal sheath again and again.

I watched her boobs bouncing over my head. It was so hot seeing her big tits jiggling and bouncing as she fucked me. Her brown hair danced around her tan face as she pumped away at me. She fucked into me with such force.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, squirming on my back as she hammered my bowels.

My pussy clenched, forcing out cum that gleamed on my shaved folds. It was an incredible delight to have her cock bury to the hilt in my asshole. The heat melted to my snatch, feeding a growing orgasm. Another one.

“Me like ass!” moaned Jane. “Fuck ass good.”

“Yeah, you do,” I moaned. “You fuck my ass so good!”

She beamed at me as she drove her girl-cock into my asshole again and again. I shuddered then swiped up some of her cum that was leaking out of my pussy. I brought her jizz to my lips and suckled it off, savoring the salty delight flavored by my own sweet cream.

That was such a wonderful taste.

I scooped up more of the cum as she fucked my bowels. She hammered me hard and fast. I suckled the delight off my fingers. Then she did it. She stroked her fingers along my pussy lips and gathered up her own futa-jism.

She suckled it off. “Cum good!”

“Yes, it is,” I groaned. “And pussy?”

“Cum good. Pussy good. Ass good!” Jane beamed at me as she fucked me hard, the pleasure building and building in my cunt with her every thrust. “Chantelle good!”

“So are you!” I moaned, in love with her huge futa-dick fucking me.

Jane pounded my asshole with such force. She buried into me again and again. She fucked me with such force. I squeezed my bowels down around her, my orgasm growing and growing with her every plunge into my anal sheath.

I groaned, wiggling my hips, my small breast quivering. My face twisted with delight as she hammered my bowels. Her cock drilled into my anal sheath. She reached deep into me. Far. I groaned with her every plunge.

It was an amazing delight to be fucked so hard by her big girl-cock. She hammered me again and again. I quivered, squeezing my bowels down around her clit-dick. My orgasm swelled to that bursting point I whimpered, about to explode.

She plowed to the hilt in my asshole and the pleasure exploded in my cunt. My pussy writhed and my asshole spasmed. Waves of ecstasy surged through me. A tidal wave of rapture that washed over my flesh before drowning my mind.

My pussy gushed cream and cum that splashed her stomach. I bucked and writhed in delight.

“Oh, my fucking god!” I squealed, my bowels writhing around her clit-dick. Such amazing ecstasy swept through me. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“You cum! Me cum!” gasped the futa-savage.

The jungle-dickgirl buried her clit-dick to the hilt in my asshole. She filled me up to the brim with her futa-cock. I loved every moment of it. With a gasp of delight, her futa-cum flooded hot into my bowels.

I shuddered as spurt after spurt of her cum fired into my bowels. She pumped away at me over and over again. She flooded me with all this wonderful spunk. It was an incredible delight. My bowels rippled around her.

“Yes, yes, pump that futa-spunk into my asshole!” I gasped.

“Me am!” she gasped, her cock erupting again and again.

I quivered on my back, pussy cream and her cum spilling out of my pussy as she filled my asshole with her cum. I groaned, my back arching. My little boobs quivered in delight at how amazing this felt. How awesome it was.

“Oh, my god,” I groaned as I wrung her dry.

“Me like!” she grunted. “Me like much! Much good like!”

“Right?” I moaned as she pumped the last f her girl-cum into my bowels. She filled me with all that jizz.

I quivered there, panting. She felt so good in me. I shook my head then groaned as she ripped her futa-dick out of my cunt. This wonderful heat swept through me. I licked my lips, a big smile on my face. It was an incredible delight.

“Thanks,” I groaned as I lay there. Then my stomach rumbled. “That was great.”

“Jane like fuck Chantelle!”

I nodded. “I liked it, too.” I reached out and grabbed one of the bananas she had. It was yellow enough. I started to peel it. She didn’t say anything. I bit into it and blinked. It was a lot sweeter than I was used to. And tasted more like… banana-flavored candy. Which never really tasted like banana, did it? But this did.

Was it a different type of banana than the type in the stores? It was delicious, that was for sure. I found myself wolfing it down as I sat up and looked around. I finished it off and held out the peel. Then I just shrugged and tossed it out the window.

“Strange Chantelle not futa,” said Jane. Then her eyes widen. She jumped up and down. “Pool! Pool! You bathe pool!”
“A bath?” I asked, stretching. “That sounds wonderful. Sure, why not?”
“Bathe pool. Be futa!” She grabbed her clit-dick and stroked it. “Chantelle futa. Jane futa. Both futas. Happy futas.”

“Uh, if I bathe in this pool, my clit will grow into a big dick?” I asked, standing up. “I’ll be a goth-futa with a huge throbbing girl-cock?”

“Yes!” she squealed and grabbed me. She threw me over her shoulder before I was ready. I gasped, my legs dangling down her front, my black hair draped down to her rump. She turned and darted out of her hut.

“Oh, no,” I groaned as she jumped off and grabbed a vine.

Her ululating cry echoed through the jungle as she swung me off to this pool. Just where was I? What sort of island was this if there was a magic pool that could turn me into a futa? And were there any other survivors of my ship?

Or was it just me and Jane on this deserted island?

To be continued…

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