Hell yeah!

Your body throbs with need. Enhanced with hormones from your plant-pregnancy, it gives you ****: you ditch your clothes and clamber eagerly over to the bed to join the threesome in progress. Christina is close behind you, and soon the small bed has become host to an orgy.

The men and Vaitea react to your joining them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. One of them grabs your ass and slaps it. You lean in and begin to kiss Vaitea passionately. Beside you, Christina allows herself to be fondled by Ikaroa before he takes her by the waist and flips her over so he can plough her from behind. Small, urgent moans escape her.

Your pussy tingles as Tautoru's tongue begins to explore it. He's clearly experienced at this, and soon your clit starts to throb. Just as you start to get used to this treatment, Vaitea slips off her husband's cock and leans backwards. At the same time, she pulls you forward so that your mouth brushes against the hard member. You obediently start licking it, tasting Tautoru's cum and her pussy juices. Vaitea holds your head, stroking and playing with your blonde hair, while you and Tautoru 69.

After a few minutes of this, Ikaroa pulls out of Christina. You trade looks with her and then roll off Tautoru. On your back now, you spread your legs and pull them up behind your head, showing off your wet cunt. Ikaroa grins and grabs your thighs, pulling you up off the bed and onto his dick. You thought your father and Michael had been well-endowed, but Ikaroa makes them look small. His dick is a light brown, slightly darker than your tanned pussy, and nearly as thick around as your fist. Your pussy lips, stretched to accommodate it, cling to it as it thrusts in and out.

You pull at handfuls of sheets as you grunt and buck against Ikaroa's cock. Next to you, Christina has started to make out with Vaitea while Tautoru spoons with her. In less than twenty-four hours, the two of you have gone from being prisoners impregnated by plant women to fucktoys of Polynesian men. As they plough you mercilessly, you feel yourself relaxing and surrendering to the sensation of being an obedient sex object. Every part of your body yearns for this, and with each thrust in time to Ikaroa's, you demonstrate your need and willingness to fuck and obey. Your orgasm builds more and more, until finally you can feel your pussy tighten around his shaft.

"Ohhh, fuccccckkkk," you moan as you come. Apparently, Ikaroa can't hold it any longer either, because his cock pulses and begins pumping you full of his seed. He grunts with unmistakable satisfaction as he continues to fuck you for a while longer. When his cock is finally finished and flaccid, he pulls out of you amidst a small trickle of cum. Your breathing is shallow and ragged. You lie back and stare at the ceiling of the house. You run your hands around your body, caressing your fat tits and gently stroking your thoroughly-used pussy.

After catching your breath, you turn on your side to see Vaitea licking Tautoru's cum off Christina's ass. You roll over and sniff at Vaitea's crotch. She smells so sweet, so wet and ready. You kiss her petite pussy lips and then slide up along her body to join her in cleaning Christina's ass. Afterwards, the three of you lie together in the middle of the bed, practically on top of one another, and Tautoru and Ikaroa settle on either side. It's a tight fit, and you spend the night warm from the body heat of those around you.

When you wake the next morning, you're rested, aroused, hungry. You rub your eyes and sit up. Christina is next to you, still asleep. Vaitea is up and cooking at the stove. There's no sign of the men. You slip off the edge of the bed and cast about for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be seen. Instead, you notice two flimsy sarongs similar to the one that Vaitea wears laid out at the end of the bed.

"Where are my clothes?" you ask Vaitea. But you already know the answer.

"Clothes dirty, need a wash," she says. "Besides, you will have more comfort in that."

You pick up the sarong, looking at it. Last night was amazing. You allowed your deep, animal urges to take control, and you mated with Ikaroa like an obedient bitch. Even now, as you recall the episode, your cunt gets wetter and warmer. But you wonder how long you want to keep this up. Eventually you need to get your act together and find a way back home, right?

It's too early in the morning to consider something that complicated, though. With a shrug, you wrap the sarong around your hips and join Vaitea in the kitchen part of the living area. "What's for breakfast?"