Incest/Taboo Mother - Hostile Makeover

"I regret that we're all leaving for America tomorrow without having come to an agreement," Aleksandra told Lauren. "Nevertheless, I hope you'll enjoy the feast in your honor this evening. It's our custom to celebrate the arrival of visitors. We didn't expect you, and we didn't welcome you properly. I hope this will make up somewhat for that."

They sat in her office having tea with Janet and Stefan. Jan looked restless, as usual, her mind probably occupied with what she'd be doing later in the afternoon and with which partners.

"Thank you, that's gracious of you. I'll look forward to it." Lauren looked to Stefan. "You didn't tell me. Does this celebration have any special traditions that I should know about?"

"It's generally an informal and, ah, affectionate welcoming," he volunteered. "You don't want to overdress."

"Oh," Lauren suppressed a smile as understanding dawned. "It's like that."

"It's like that," Janet chimed in. Sex was the one topic that could still reliably capture her attention. "I'm looking forward to it. They didn't do it for Frank and me, either. I think they didn't want to scare us." She giggled.

Being around Jan unnerved Lauren these days. She used Libidramine to the point that she was too horny to think much at all, and Aleksandra was quick to extend the courtesy of providing studs like Jakob to satisfy her guest.

Lauren had found herself sliding into that same groove. Despite Kai'ulau's many pleasures she was relieved to be getting away from the island while she still wanted to.

The morning at the tide pool had convinced her that Aleksandra was having her watched, and she assumed that her communications were monitored as well. She'd kept her email contacts with Jon and Ethan brief and superficial, but she kept a file on her phone with notes and images that she would send off to them at her first safe opportunity.

Aleksandra's foot-dragging at improving the island's communication networks wasn't happenstance. The woman might not have much use for clothes, but she dealt with others from behind veils.

"There's really no point in your coming out to Blue Oasis," Lauren said. "I have concerns about Lib, but I'm happy to discuss distributing it. I'm just not going to sell you an interest in the company. Your making a personal pitch to my other partners isn't going to change anything." With Frank nowhere to be found, even if Jon and Janet were both amenable to the sale of shares Lauren and Ethan could prevent it. She was confident that her son would support her position.

"I'm not immediately concerned with purchasing additional shares in Blue Oasis," Aleksandra declared. "Mrs. Palmieri and I have completed a separate negotiation."

"Additional shares?" Lauren set her cup down hard enough to rattle and slosh into its saucer. She spun her chair to face Janet. "What in the hell is she talking about?

Janet wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Jan, what did you do?"

"I-I've sold my stake in the company to the Novaks."

"No. You can't do that. We must have a buy-sell agreement. The rest of us would have the option to buy you out first."

"You'd think. Laur, our bylaws are such a patchwork that probably none of it's enforceable. We've talked about it so many times, how we were so young and everything was friendly and we were so do-it-yourself about everything. Download legal documents, fill in the blanks. And who did we finally hire, to straighten all that out?"

"Lew Bradley. Fuck." Lauren's stomach was cold and rock hard. She wanted to grab hold of Janet and shake her until whatever was left of her brain fell out. What stopped her was the sight of Aleksandra sitting behind her desk, sipping her tea, completely failing to hide her satisfaction at outmaneuvering Lauren.

"We did not discuss this," Stefan said in a flat voice. "Mother, you did such a thing without telling me?"

"Is that for my benefit?" Lauren snapped. "You know your cues, don't you?"

Stefan's face was ashen. "Lauren, believe me, I knew nothing about this."

"Save it." She turned her back on him. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, my name is Lauren Chase.

"Lauren, listen to me." Janet's voice shook. "You need this deal more than you realize. You're too close to see it. So was I.

"The five of us are way too enmeshed. We built Oasis badly, tap dancing to keep on top of our growth because we'd never let go of anything. Our governance is a house of cards. Look at how easily Lew got in and sabotaged us."

"And you're all too eager now to help them succeed."

"Because Lib's not going to go away. But NGT can take it somewhere else, and the competition will bury us. I hoped that you'd come to see it that way, too. When you couldn't, I made my own decision."

"Are you finished?"

Janet opened her mouth as if to add something but apparently thought better of it.

"Okay, then. Since you're out, whatever Aleksandra and I discuss is none of your business. So, why don't you go back up to your room, find that lovely big vibrator of yours, and shove it so far up your ass that you choke on it."

The look in Janet's eyes would haunt Lauren for the rest of her life.

Aleksandra cleared her throat. "Dear, it might be best if you go. Stefan, would you see Mrs. Palmieri back to her rooms?"

"Mother--"

"Please. You and I will discuss this later."

"Did you enjoy that?" Aleksandra asked when she and Lauren were alone.

"No. I'm ashamed of myself." Lauren squared her shoulders and sat up straight. "So, I suppose you're done with her. You got what you wanted."

"You continue to misjudge me. Janet's insight into the intricacies of your--our company's operations makes her a valuable advisor as we all negotiate the terms of our new partnership. You're the one who appears willing to throw your relationship on the scrap heap."

"She sold me--us-- out!"

"Has she? I've learned some things about you, Lauren. One is that you resent your husband's underestimation of others. From where I sit, you and Jon are very much alike in that way."

"Excuse me?"

"You're quick to dismiss Janet's judgment. You don't listen to her. You'd rather believe that we've coerced or seduced her."

"Because that's exactly what you've done."

"You've consumed quite a lot of Libidramine yourself at this point, haven't you? How would you assess your own soundness of mind at this point?"

"I feel fine." Lauren hoped that she sounded confident.

"So, then, do you attribute that to your own remarkable strength of character? Poor Janet, so weak-willed and so easily led astray. You have to believe that, don't you? Otherwise, you'd have to consider the possibility that she knows what she's doing, just as you do, and that she might be right. She's trying to prevent you from making a grave mistake.

"NGT wants partners, not adversaries. But if you choose to fight us, you court catastrophe. Now, I don't doubt that you have the resources to litigate and block or interfere with this transfer of shares for a very long time."

"Aleksandra, I think we'll do exactly that. I'm sure it will be Jon's first choice."

"Don't be. In that case, I'll take my product, along with the extensive capital investment that I'm prepared to make in Blue Oasis, to one of your competitors. We have excellent lawyers of our own, and there's a very good chance that we'll win. In the meantime, when the lawsuits start you'll find other potential investors turning shy of involving themselves in your mess.

"If you think our offer is too low now, wait until we pick up the cash-starved remnants of your company at bargain prices a year from now."

Lauren wished that the bleak picture Aleksandra painted didn't sound so plausible. "Lady, if threatening us is supposed to discourage us from fighting--"

"What are you fighting, exactly, Lauren? We offer the world a priceless gift: youth, health, sexual fulfillment. It's real. And therefore, irresistible.

"Men have come to Kai'ulau throughout our history to exploit us. To corrupt us. Again and again, they have failed. Do you know why? Because the power of the Tiare changes them, instead. I saw it in the way my father's associates abandoned his cause, to live among us and adopt our ways. Imagine how we could use Libidramine to undermine the structures of violence and repression and hatred in the world at large."

"'Make love, not war,'" Lauren recited. Aleksandra looked puzzled. "That is almost idealistic. Also breathtakingly nutty."

"Do you approve or disapprove, then?"

Lauren shrugged. "Let's just say that, as megalomaniacal schemes go, I guess that a sex pill is preferable to a hijacked nuke. And I might almost believe in your benevolence, except that I'm pretty sure that you had Frank Palmieri killed."

She lobbed the accusation without warning, hoping that Aleksandra might freeze or flinch or otherwise betray her guilt by some reflex. The woman didn't bat an eyelash.

"Good. I've been waiting for you to bring this into the open. I assure you that I'm absolutely willing to kill, to protect my family and this island. But I've done no harm to Frank Palmieri and I don't know of anyone who might have. Yes, we must be prepared to discover the worst about Frank's fate. But his disappearance has only complicated our dealings with one another. It was never in my interest to harm him. Surely you see that."

"Have you ever? Killed someone?"

After a long pause, Aleksandra said, "You are a wonderfully peculiar woman, Lauren. Getting to know you has not been a disappointment.

"One more thing. I've been led to believe your husband will be amenable to our partnership."

"Not when he finds out what's happened to Frank and Janet. I guarantee you that."

"In which case, it would be wise for you to consider a change in leadership. A new CEO."

"Uh-huh. Like who? Not me."

"Stefan. I intend to appoint him our representative to sit on your executive board."

"I take it back, Aleksandra. You're not just deluded. You're stark, raving, full-on bugfuck crazy."

"Do you think so?" Aleksandra leaned back in her chair, staring into the middle distance with fingers steepled, almost as if weighing the charge. "Consider your options. I hope I'll see you this evening."

Lauren just managed to make it back to her own room before throwing up.

"May I come in?" Stefan stood in the open doorway of Lauren's room, clad in short trunks and an open linen shirt. By Kai'ulauan standards he might as well be wearing a cassock. He was too tall and too tan and too Stefan for her comfort. Something still sparked inside her when he was near, and she hated herself for that.

"It's your castle. Oh, and welcome to the board of Blue Oasis. Maybe." She turned back to the bed and continued packing for the flight back to Los Angeles. She'd come here with little and acquired only a few items on her trips into Atunai, and she doubted that she could keep busy long enough for him to take the hint and leave.

Looking over her shoulder, he said, "That's beautiful."

She held a delicate top shell larger than her fist, striped and spotted red and pink on mother-of-pearl. "Jan found it when we were out walking on the beach last--a few days ago." The short time she'd spent on the island felt like months, and the longer she stayed the more the days and nights blurred together.

She tossed the shell into her bag. "Guess I'm keeping it."

"Let's not be late for our own party."

"Yeah, I'm gonna pass. Fuck Chelsea good, for me. Janet too."

Stefan stepped in front of her. "Lauren, I swear to you that I didn't know what Mother and Janet were planning. Can you believe me that I would have warned you if I had known?"

"No, Stefan, I don't think I can. I keep letting myself forget that there are sides here, and you're on Aleksandra's team. You're partners in every way...aren't you?"

Stefan sighed and said, "Mother keeps secrets from everyone, myself included. I took over many of Father's responsibilities, yes. Which has meant that I've spent most of the last two years abroad. Strengthening business relationships he'd nurtured, building new ones.

"I was the one who recommended that we reach out to Blue Oasis, to begin with. Seeing what it's costing you, I'm dreadfully sorry for that now."

"Wait--wait a minute. This takeover was your idea?"

"No! No, not all of this. I only thought you'd be a good fit as our American distributors. I confess my motives were personal and less than pure. You see, the truth is that I only wanted to meet Lauren Chase."

"To meet...I don't get it."

"It was the pictures that you modeled for. The ads that Claire brought up, the afternoon that we met? I was smitten. And I am."

"You are..." she was going to say "joking," but he was all too clearly sincere. He was like a kid confiding a long-held crush to the object of his desire, fearful that she might laugh at him, or strike the mortal blow of rejection.

As if she could. "You are preying on my vanity, sir," she said, managing a weak smile.

"Never." He became again the disarming young man of first meeting, open where she'd expected guarded, candid when he should have been shrewd.

"Man, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about you." She sat wearily on the edge of the bed, fresh awareness of the gulf of years between them bearing in on her. He could still believe that love was enough. If that was what this was.

He sat down and touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"How do you feel?"

Her answer was a kiss, all the while cursing herself for a fool. Not an hour ago her best friend, the woman she'd loved all her life, had betrayed her trust a second time. And here she was embracing the man who, reason told her, was her adversary. Her heart told her to trust Stefan Novak, while every other instinct warned her to beware.

"You should have Lucky I'm Alive tattooed on your forehead," Jan had once teased Lauren. She'd always lacked a healthy wariness of danger. She rushed in. But admitting that about herself was not enough to defeat the bond that she'd forged with Stefan. Especially not here on the island, where sexual desire was reinforced and magnified by the all-pervading effect of the Tiare.

"I don't want to run your company," he declared. "I won't have any part of this. I'll make clear to Mother that I won't take part in her scheme."

"Don't do that." Her intuitive objection surprised both of them."Stefan, if I'm going to trust you, then I have to believe that your influence in Global Traders is the best leverage I have. God, okay, that sounds awfully cold-blooded."

"No. No, it doesn't. It makes sense." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "That being the case, it would be a good idea for us to go down to the celebration. It would please Mother. Give her a sense of security."

"You just want me to get into your little Aloha orgy. Horny bastard."

"Always. But the show of goodwill might put her mind at ease."

Lauren stood and checked herself in the dressing table mirror. She smoothed her hair back with her fingers. "These fit fine when I left California," she said of the jeans that hung loosely off of her hips. "Now it looks I'm dressing up in Mommy's things. She couldn't cinch the belt tight enough to keep them from slipping halfway down her ass.

She trembled when Stefan reached around her from behind, the smooth muscles of his chest pressing into her shoulder blades. He unbuckled her belt and let the jeans fall to the floor. "There's no point in overdressing."

The celebration was in the garden courtyard where Lauren and Janet had met on her first day here, a broad sward enclosed by the tumbled-down remnants of stone walls overgrown by purple flowering vines. The evening sun cast long shadows down the green hills and red cultivation terraces of the main island, shimmering gold across the surface of a distant reservoir.

Some guests ate from low tables set out under the awnings of a pavilion. The aromas of meat cooking in baskets over fire pits wafted on the cool ocean breeze, making Lauren's mouth water. Drummers beat out rhythms accompanied by musicians playing flutes and a kind of bamboo string instrument that she'd never seen. There were several Novak kin here that she'd met during her stay, most of them cousins of one kind or another according to the loose clan structure of the island. There were some Global Traders professional staff that she knew and a great many more who were strangers to her.

All around the yard, people were fucking. On the grass, on couches and cushions scattered around the yard and in the pavilion itself, couples and threesomes and larger groups fondled and kissed and thrust and strove together, tangled bodies and limbs glowing in the fast fading amber light. What would have been a scene of decadence and debauchery in Lauren's world was gleefully normal here. She couldn't help openly gawking.

There was Janet, crouched on her hands and knees on a mattress at the near end of the pavilion, humping back against Dominic's prick as he fucked her from behind. Her eyes were closed, her eyes fluttering under the lids as in an erotic dream.

Aleksandra Novak reclined on a rattan sofa out in the manicured lawn, legs draped over Chelsea West's slim shoulders. The young actress's sculpted profile nested in the shadowed crook of the older woman's thighs, that movie star mouth working over the Novak matriarch's plump vulva. Aleksandra's eyes rolled back in her head and her chest heaved spasmodically as she climaxed.

Chelsea was a first-rate pussy eater, maybe even better than Janet. Lauren's heat rose as she remembered having that tongue inside her. She leaned into Stefan's side, an arm around his hips.

"Where would you like to start?" he asked.

"If you please, sir, I'm gonna dance with the guy what brung me." She dipped her hand inside his trunks, wrapping her fingers around his stiff cock. Crouching before him, she dragged his trunks to his ankles.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched a naked young stranger approach Chelsea from behind. With a casual glance over her shoulder, Chelsea tipped her ass upward and spread her knees wider apart in wordless invitation. The man knelt on the grass and easily plunged his long, thin penis all the way into her wet pussy. She let out a short squeal. Her shoulders arched and her back hollowed like a cat stretching contentedly in the sun as she swayed in rhythm with his thrusts.

Heart racing, Lauren turned her attention back to Stefan. The day's hurt and anger receded, submerged in a tsunami of lust that shredded her remaining inhibitions. She swiped her wet tongue up along the underside of his shaft up to his glans. His cock jumped and swelled even bigger. A drop of clear liquid dripped from his cock-slit; she sucked it up. Then she slipped her pouting lips over the crown and took him as far as she could with a single swift bob of her head. His knees shook and he gasped for breath as her tongue circled the base of his prick.

He made a low, grinding growl deep in his throat. She'd learned his sounds, his moves, the rhythms of his pulse. All the involuntary responses that told her when it was good for him or when he was close to coming. She pulled back, releasing him, watching the curl of his lip and the focus of those radiant blue eyes. She took him again, all the way to the bottom of her throat. He reached down, running his fingers through her hair, guiding her with his hands, encouraging her to take more of his cock. He drew back and thrust his hips forward. He fucked her mouth, balls bumping her chin with every stroke.

"I've got to come," he said between gasps, letting go of her head to let her choose whether or not to suck him to completion. No way was she stopping now. She wanted to taste him again and to feel his hot cum running down her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, increasing her speed and pressure, and soon got what she was after as he shot his load into her sucking mouth.

Stefan withdrew from her, a glistening strand of saliva and semen hanging between her tongue and his glans. He wasn't a bit soft. Nonetheless, when he caught the greedy gleam in her eyes he held up his hand to signal for a time-out. Lauren let go of his thighs and sank onto the soft grass, rolling onto her back and stretching luxuriously.

"How hungry are you?" he asked.

"What, you looking for flattery?" she teased. "Although, you do produce a lot."

He grinned and actually blushed adorably. "Be serious."

"I'm gonna lie here until feeling returns to my...my everything. Go on ahead and grab a bite. Build up your strength. I'm only just getting started, bub."

As Stefan walked away, Lauren noticed that Janet and Dominic were still at it. The woman was insatiable. And look who's talking.

Dominic reached around Janet to knead her big, jiggling breasts. He pulled down on her rubbery nipples, stretching them out several inches while he slammed his cock full length into her cunt. "You like that?" he whispered, kissing her ear.

"I do," Janet purred in reply, enjoying the friction of his oversized cock sliding in and out of her channel. She rolled her ass against his thighs and squeezed her inner muscles around him. "You know how much I love your huge fucking dick. I want it in me all the time. You know I'd sleep with you inside me if I could, Dom. I just want to fuck you, and suck you, and swallow your cum and then fuck some more."

Dominic's heart swelled at her words, as did his cock. In the time since he had first taken the American blonde, pleasing Janet had become more important to him when they were together than his own sexual satisfaction. Unlike the freely affectionate young women of Kai'ulau, Janet had a lifetime of unfulfilled longing and sexual hunger bottled up in her--and once freed of her repression had turned into the most wanton, voracious sexual being that he'd ever encountered.

A number of her Kai'ulauan partners had tried to dominate her and instead found themselves vying for her favor. She'd coached and trained them to service her every carnal whim.

Dominic needed so much to be her favorite. So he continued fondling and squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples in the way that she'd taught him. He'd learned that few things got Janet hotter than having her boobs played with. She loved having them sucked, or fondled, or feeling an iron-hard cock sliding up and down her cleavage.

"Don't leave us."

Touched by his earnestness, Janet twisted her head around to kiss him. She reached back between her legs to lightly grasp and tug at his balls, causing him to fuck her even harder. It seemed a century ago that she had been so lonely and wary of intimacy. The idea that a man she hardly knew might do more than lust after her--might, in fact, learn to care for her--would have confused and alarmed the old Janet. But here and now, in Kai'ulau? Let Dominic fall in love with her. Let Manate. Let Jakob. She would love them all and fuck them all. There was nothing to stop any of them.

"I won't leave," she promised. "Not ever. The world out there has no hold on me now."

Manate approached and knelt before her, his half-erect cock wet from another woman's cunt. Janet pumped it until he was hard again, then sucked him into her mouth. Through practice, she'd become adept at handling his enormous prick, and she swallowed his entire length with a loud slurp. Dominic held onto her hips and kept plunging his long cock into her cunt.

Jakob strolled across the courtyard toward the fucking trio. He playfully poked Janet's cheek with the head of his cock. "Would you like to have all three of us?"

"Don't be greedy." Dominic glared up at Jakob in defiance.

"Is this how we should be, now?" Jakob scowled. "Jealous? Possessive, like them?

Janet's cunt spasmed at Jakob's suggestion. He always had the best ideas. She realized in a flash that sucking off two guys while she fucked a third was exactly what she wanted. She let Manate slide from her mouth and pulled away from Dominic.

"What are you doing?" Dominic protested. She kissed him and pushed him onto his back.

"Just relax and let me drive." With her back to him, Janet threw a leg across his hips and grabbed his cock, lined it up, and settled down onto it. ""Manate's got my throat wide open," she told Jakob. "So come on, babe--fuck my face!"

Jakob planted his feet wide apart, took Janet's head in his hands, and shifted his hips forward slightly. He pushed the knob of his cock into her drooling mouth, but despite her invitation, he didn't just shove his whole cock into her. He flexed slowly forward, deeper and deeper until his whole length was inside her. Then he drew back far enough for her to take a deep breath before driving forward again. In their short time together, he'd learned to pay less mind to her excited exclamations than to the sexual urgency that inflamed them. She in turn had come to trust him not to harm her, no matter what rough treatment she might demand in the heat of passion.

She used her right hand to jack Manate's spit-soaked cock in a steady pumping motion, keeping him primed and ready for action. She let Jakob fuck her throat for a dozen full strokes before pushing him away and pulling Manate's steel-hard shaft back into her mouth, all the while undulating up and down on Dominic's prick. She rolled Manate's testicles in her fingers as he plowed repeatedly into the snug ring of her lips, savoring the weight and heat of them.

Janet reached over and took Jakob's cock in her free hand. She marveled for the thousandth time at how different from one another her Kai'ulauan lovers were, while all being so much alike in their sexual prowess and capacity to satisfy her. All the men she'd encountered on this island so far were hung and had the endurance of beasts, every one of them able to keep up with her for as long as she could go. As she bounced up and down on Dominic's cock, she looked forward to a lifetime of exploring the full physical potential of as many Kai'ulauan men and women as possible.

A giant's shadow fell across Lauren where she lay. A young man smiled down at her. She didn't recognize him. The rock-hard penis jutting out in a heavy curve from between his legs was the equal of Manate's, however, and she paused for only a second before lying back on the grass and opening her legs in invitation.

A spark of excitement sizzled through her at the prospect of fucking a truly anonymous stranger for the first time in her life. He sure wasn't concerned with the niceties of an introduction, wasting no time in kneeling between her welcoming thighs. He took her buttocks in his big hands and lifted her hips to line her vagina up with the blunt head of his cock. Exhaling with a low grunt, he drove forward into her sex channel, still slick with Stefan's cum.

"Ah...ah...Oh, Christ!" Lauren winced as her labia spread around the thickest cock she'd ever had inside her. The silent behemoth entered her cautiously, working his prick forward and back in short strokes, alert to her gasps and grimaces. He must be used to women struggling to accommodate him. But no amount of care on his part could entirely spare her the sweet torment of being so completely filled by so immense a cock.

She angled her pelvis further upward, helping him along. The friction of his shaft against every millimeter of her vaginal wall as he wriggled forward delighted her. When he pulled most of the way out and plunged in again, she nearly lost her mind. He started pumping in and out and she matched his rhythm, tilting her hips back each time he withdrew, rocking up to meet him on each thrust so that he grazed her clitoris.

She came with a rush.

Hearing a familiar, guttural chuckle she turned her head to see Manate sauntering over, fully erect and ready for more action. "You're next," Lauren called out. Embracing her own recklessness thrilled her as much as the sheer carnal joy of fucking.

"Not next." Manate exchanged looks with her partner, who rolled onto his side bringing her with him. He kept fucking her without missing a beat.

"Whoa, what's going on?" Lauren tried to look at Manate but the guy fucking her took her face in his hands and kissed her, blocking her view. She felt huge hands on her ass, and a thick finger sliding into her crack, probing her asshole.

"Oh, fuck!" she squealed, instinctively clamping her sphincter down on Manate's invading digit. "I can't do this. Not both of you!" She was sandwiched between the hard, massive bodies of the men. The guy who was already inside her pinned one of her legs to the ground with one of his, grabbed her other thigh, and pulled it up to drape over his hip. That had the advantage of holding her wide open to his deep, determined thrusts into her creaming pussy while exposing her helpless ass to whatever Manate chose to do next.

She had no doubt of his intentions. Her futile writhing only caused her to grind sensuously against her partners' lean, sweating bodies, stimulating her heated flesh from head to toe. The man inside her sucked one of her tits deep into his mouth, lashing her hard nipple with his tongue. Her cunt contracted around his pistoning cock and she orgasmed again.

Manate worked his finger in and out of her ass. Her fear subsided as she discovered that, not only didn't it hurt, it felt good to be penetrated in two holes at the same time. Everything felt good now.

"Okay...okay, I want your cock in me too!" she blurted in a rasping voice that might have been a stranger's. "Fuck me up the ass while he fucks my pussy!"

Manate didn't hesitate, pressing his cock between the globes of her ass and nested it against her rectum. Flexing forward, he pushed his cock-head into the constricting ring of her anus. "Oh, fuuuuck..." she moaned as the first several inches of his giant shaft drilled into her.

To her shock, she wanted more. Already so full of cock she was afraid she'd explode, she wanted still more. "S-so good...so big, so big, Oh God...keep going--put the whole damn thing in!" she pleaded.

With a steady, forceful shove, Manate drove the rest of the way into her ass until his taut belly slapped her buttocks. She wailed with pleasure, abandoning herself to the unbridled ecstasy of double-fucking.

"Harder! Ram me! Split me in two, fuck me forever!" She cradled the head of the man whose cock was in her pussy, stroking his dark wiry hair and whispering to him, encouraging him as he nursed at her nipples. It was like there was a circuit running straight from her tit to her cunt; the more fervently he sucked, the more her belly rippled with spasms of orgasmic bliss. The two giant male members were separated by the thinnest of membranes as they plunged in and out, and she could feel the hot friction of one against the other.

She rocked and ground and strained and pushed herself beyond what she'd believed were the limits of her endurance and strength, and never wanted it to stop.

"Too tight," Manate groaned. He picked up speed, roaring and pounding harder into her cock-throttling little asshole as he approached climax. His cock jerked and pulsed. Sudden warmth flooded her interior, his hot semen soothing the battered tissues of her rectum.

The bucking of Manate's cum-spewing cock in Lauren's rear triggered the climax of the man in her pussy. The next thing she knew, both studs were shooting their cum far up into her sex holes. The chain reaction caught her by surprise and she came again as well, thrashing madly between the men.

"Awh...Give it to me! Give it to me!" she screamed, squeezing the muscles of her pussy and ass as tight as she could around the two erupting cocks. "Fill me up!"

It was all over too soon. Lauren was on fire and she loved it. Extricating herself from between her two exhausted young partners, she set out on unsteady legs to find Stefan. It didn't matter whether she found him alone or entangled in a pile of naked fucking strangers. She'd join in on whatever was happening.

"Come on, get up here!" she heard Chelsea call out. The actress lay face-up atop a man on a chaise lounge, her long, slender racehorse legs splayed wide and her feet planted on the ground on either side of the chair. His cock was completely buried in her tightly clasping pussy. A second man who had been straddling her face had just pulled his cock from her mouth and stepped aside.

Chelsea wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and crooked a finger at a group of several young men standing nearby. They were all slim and smooth-muscled, none more than eighteen or nineteen years old, each awaiting his turn in her hot, wet mouth.

The next youth stepped up, swung a leg over Chelsea's head, and slid his dick into the gorgeous American movie star's hungry maw.

Lauren suspected that none of them saw the face of Chelsea West the actress between their thighs as they each plunged their cock down her throat. Her action movies were massive international hits, and she was famous even here on this remote island. No doubt every one of these guys imagined himself being sucked off by intergalactic superhero Tara Nova.

Judging by the wild-eyed expression on Chelsea's face, and the way she dug her fingers into the asscheeks of the guy on top of her, pulling him deeper inside, being the fantasy fuck of millions suited her fine.

The man who'd just finished in Chelsea's mouth rejoined the waiting group, jacking himself hard again while waiting for another go. Why settle for a superhero suck-off, after all, when with a little patience he'd have a turn at that powered-up pussy?

Lauren moved on, wending her way between couples and groups of naked, humping, wriggling, sighing islanders. She found Stefan and Aleksandra together, in the shade of a stand of guava trees near the ruined stone wall of the courtyard, far from the other revelers.

Flat on her back, Aleksandra wrapped her perfect, silky, nut-brown legs around the back of her son's thighs. Her heels beat against his buttocks, her lean, sinewy calves flexing and her arms hugging his waist. She held on for dear life as he took her with long, powerful strokes. Stefan planted his legs wide apart and locked his knees for maximum leverage as he pumped his huge fat cock in and out. With every thrust, he pulled all the way out until his mother's dusky pussy lips barely clung and kissed the tip of his cock. Her slit was tiny and narrow and neat, like all the rest of her, her small sex lips barely visible within the folds of her plump, pouting vulva. But her hole was fully open, pearls of her liquid essence glistening in the rosy twilight, and when he drove in again her cunt swallowed him as effortlessly as if he'd been made for her and for her alone.

In some sense, perhaps he had. Lauren stood stock still, rooted to the earth a dozen feet from the fucking couple, mesmerized by the sight of them and by an acceptance that of course this was the way they were, the way they must have been for many years. With all that she'd seen and learned on Kai'ulau, she'd assumed as much about Aleksandra and Stefan but pushed it to the back of her mind. She was as long past shock or disapproval of what she was witnessing as Aleksandra was beyond shame or regret for who she was and what she did.

The dilemma that Lauren could no longer escape, confronted with the reality before her eyes, what this incestuous sexual union meant for her own relationship with Stefan. She'd opened herself up to caring for him and, most dangerously, trusting him. But how could she ever expect him to choose her over his own mother?

Aleksandra mewled and hissed and snarled like a cat, her face a dark mask of savage lust. With every forward plunge of Stefan's cock she flattened herself, absorbing the full energy of each thrust. When he withdrew she arched her back and rolled her hips upward to follow him until only her shoulder blades rested on the blanket.

Stefan shook all over with the strain of prolonging the fuck but was fast approaching the point of no return. He'd been supporting himself above her on his hands but now he dropped onto his forearms, mashing her lush round breasts against his chest and covering her mouth with his. She dragged her nails down his back, thrashing frantically in anticipation, her cunt massaging the broad column of her son's cock as she rocketed to her climax.

It was more than Lauren could stand. She backed away from the couple, turned, and fled toward the Hermitage and the safety of her borrowed rooms.

In her turmoil, one inescapable emotion dominated.

Not hurt, nor a sense of betrayal. Neither she nor Stefan could break promises that neither had made.

Not jealousy.

Envy.

Witnessing Aleksandra's complete and guiltless embrace of the one thing that Lauren had longed for and denied herself was a brutal punch to her gut.

Lauren was ready to leave Kai'ulau behind. The sooner, the better.

She wanted to go home to Ethan. Home to her son.

It was just before sunset that Jose noticed the stranger standing on the porch outside his grocery. The man did not move to either continue down the walk or to enter. He simply stood staring vaguely into the storefront.

Foreigners who wandered up from the harbor at Hakahau usually were tourists off of the cruise ships or the yachts that infrequently made port here. There had been no ship today, or yesterday, or for several days before that.

This one was no tourist.

His face was the color of raw pork, blistered and peeling from sun exposure, probably on the open water. Unshaven, hair matted. Shoeless. Shirt and shorts several sizes too big and so filthy that it was impossible to guess their original color.

He took one uncertain step toward the shop door. "Is this Taiohae?" American. He stared in Jose's direction but not at him, rather at some empty space halfway to the back wall of the shop behind the shopkeeper, with a sun-blind stare...or was it something else?

Desperation.

"Taiohae is on Nuku Hiva," Jose spoke soothingly, as he would address a stray dog baring its teeth. One hand on his half-closed door, he reached out with the other for the heavy stick that he kept beside the front counter. He had never used it, not once in the ten years since he'd purchased the store. But Jose lived cautiously, and while the stranger did not look very strong, neither did he appear quite sane.

The man's tongue flicked restlessly over his cracked lips. "I need to reach the consulate in Tahiti," he said. "My name is Frank Palmieri."​