Take a risk and reveal yourselves

Your desire to escape the island is paramount. With some frantic hand-gesture argument between you and Christina, you eventually agree that revealing yourselves is the best option. You clear your throat quite loudly. As the two men jerk their flashlights in your direction, the two of you stand up from behind the bush concealing you. "Just two girls," you say, in what you hope is a carefully-calculated tone of desperation, "two very lost girls."

The men exchange heated words in their language, then one of them approaches. It's the ferry pilot. "Mr. Cartwright's daughter? And friend?"

"Yeah. Ally," you say, then point to your companion, "Christina."

"What are you doing here?"

Christina placed her hands on her hips. "We could ask you the same thing."

The pilot smiled. "I asked you first."

You forestall any further argument by breaking in, "We ran away from my father's lab. You know about that, right? Well he's got some mad scientist up there, and they wanted to ... experiment on us. We need to get off the island." You take a step closer to him. "Please? Can you help us?"

The man looks you up and down in a way that you've gotten used to since developing your curves. He is making a calculation, again, one that you've been a variable in before. He does the same for Christina. Then he shouts back to his companion. They argue for about a minute before he turns to you. "I don't see any problem with taking you back with us."

"Oh, thank you," Christina says, sounding relieved at the prospect of rescue. She starts to move forward, but the man holds up his hand.

"Of course, two more passengers means many less cargo. Profits go down. So you would have to repay us for our loss." The moonlight illuminates his white teeth, making him look particularly sharklike. He reaches out and brushes a hand along your chest.

You and Christina exchange a look. You've come too far to be stopped now. "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement once we get back--"

"No. Not there. Here. Now." The man's companion has already joined them, fumbling with his belt buckle.

"We don't even know your names yet!"

"I am Tautoru. He is Ikaroa."

"Oh, well. That makes it all better."

"You want to escape the island? Get on your knees."

Christina sighs. "We better just do what he says, Ally."

So you and Christina kneel in front of Tautoru and Ikaroa, respectively. Their cocks are already large and semi-erect. You wrap your fingers around the thick circumference of your man's dick and begin to stroke it up and down. It grows, lengthening and thickening.

"It's cold out here, baby. Go ahead and warm me up with that mouth of yours."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you comply, sliding your mouth over his bulbous head and taking as much of his shaft as possible. You **** down a gagging feeling as he enters your throat, then you slowly reverse the process until only the tip remains your mouth. You tease him, and his cock continues to grow. With each downstroke it becomes more difficult to take all of him in your mouth, and soon parts of his saliva-soaked shaft remain visible, glistening faintly in the moonlight. Dissatisfied with this, Tautoru takes a firm hold of your head and pushes you further down.

Soon you are swallowing all of him again. Dampness in your crotch signals the arousal you're beginning to feel at being used like this. Tautoru's strong hand precludes any possibility of taking the cock out of your mouth, and you are **** to continue sucking him as quickly and deeply as possible. Next to you, Christina makes similar gagging noises as she is stuffed with Ikaroa's member. Aside from your sounds, the occasional grunts from the men, and the waves lapping against the beach, it is silent on this Pacific island night.

One of your hands has come up and begun to toy with Tautoru's testes. He loosens his grip on you, allowing you to slip off his dick and lick his balls. You rub the length of your face against his member, then you reach down and strip off your tank top, revealing your bra-less tits. You cup them in your hands. Tautoru gets the idea and bends down to begin titty-fucking you. The combination of cold and arousal has left your nipples hard like diamonds; you yearn for someone to touch them and lick them. You have to make do with the exquisite feeling of Tautoru's hard cock sliding in and out of your considerable cleavage. Thanks to your time as a plant breeder, your breasts are far more sensitive than they ever were. Your cunt is practically dripping now with juices, and you begin to build towards orgasm.

As Tautoru's cock begins to twitch and surge he slips it back into your mouth and starts throat-fucking you. Then you grab hold of his ass, pulling him towards you so that he sinks as deep as he can, then pulling yourself free from his shaft. You resume licking him, taking him into your mouth momentarily only to spit him out and lavish kisses on his sensitive head. His shaft is now covered in a mixture of saliva and sticky pre-cum, and he is moments away from climax. With one hand stuck down your shorts, you aren't far behind.

Christina gasps as Ikaroa comes, coating her face and tits with an impressive cumdump. It gets into her eye, runs down her cheeks and into her mouth, and also coats both of her breasts. You're a little bit envious, and you turn back to Tautoru and say, "Come on, you can do better than that, right?"

The two of you double down. You've always been good at blowjobs, and you enjoy swallowing men's cum when you think it will turn them on. But now you're stirred by a need to show up Christina. You're not sure why. You just know that you need to show how good you are at pleasing Tautoru and earning his seed.

He does not disappoint. His cock throbs and begins pulsing, shooting cum first into your mouth and then, as he pulls it out, all over your face and tits. Your body practically glows with the white fluid's reflection of the moonlight. You lean back on your haunches and sigh, your own orgasm smaller and more contained but no less satisfactory. Next to you, Christina has finished cleaning Ikaroa's cock and moved on to lapping up the cum on her own body. When she sees that you're done, she leans over and kisses you.

The two of you begin to lick each other's faces, necks, and chests. You lap up Ikaroa's cum, enjoying its taste as much as you did Tautoru's. You hold Christina by the waist as you run your tongue along her lips, down the nape of her neck, and into her cleavage. Like you, she is more sensitive and more easily aroused there. Just by licking each other's tits alone, you manage to make each other come for a second time. With your shorts now a damp mess, you lie back on the cold beach sand and tilt your head to regard the two men.

Tautoru gives a very satisfied grin. He does up his pants and then leans over to offer you a hand up. You retrieve your top and slip it back on. Then he and Ikaroa help you into the boat.