"So after breakfast I'm going ashore to this beautiful tropical paradise of St Barth and you can please yourself what you do," I continued to ensure that he got the message loud and clear, despite misgivings deep within me.
He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked, hard. The part of me which loved him felt really sorry for him and seemed to stand back and view the situation from a distance, remonstrating with me to throw my arms about him, kiss him tenderly and apologize. However, I ignored her and stood my ground. We ate in silence.
After we'd finished eating we kissed chastely, wished each other an enjoyable day and I returned to my neglected cabin, donned some brief clothing and slipped my bikini swimsuit into my day bag, then caught the next lighter to shore.
While the town I found myself in was reasonably pretty, the sun shone brightly, there was a gentle breeze and the locals were very friendly, I was miserable. I replayed over and over in my mind our breakfast conversation and the way in which I had both insulted and rejected Charles. He didn't deserve that, I knew, yet somehow I wasn't able to stop myself saying those hurtful words. What was he doing now, what was he thinking, I wondered. I wandered aimlessly, comparing today with the last time I'd been on land. While nudity was not officially permitted here, I noticed many women were topless so I changed into my bikini bottoms and walked out topless also, hoping that would restore my happiness. It didn't.
After browsing in several shops I found a map of the island and walked the mile or so to St Jean beach, which looked like a pleasant place to spend the day. I spread my towel in a secluded spot away from the main beach and protected by rocks and trees, defiantly removed my bikini bottoms, plastered myself with sunscreen and lay down on my towel on the warm sand, my thoughts still in turmoil. I must have drifted off to sleep because I awoke to hear several male voices nearby. Once I was fully awake I ventured to open my eyes and saw three young dark-skinned men, obviously locals, sitting on the sand staring at me. Reflexively I tried to cover my nakedness, causing them to smile. The closest one spoke to me in a language which I think may have been French and in a way obviously meant to reassure me. He reached out for my hand but I pulled it away.
I had no idea if I was in danger, if these men wanted to kill me, rob me, simply look at me or have sex with me. I mentally went through these options, realizing that apart from being killed, the others were not too harmful. I looked at them again, appraising their attitudes and their physicality. Something stirred inside me. Omigod, I felt turned on by the thought that these three guys might want to fuck me. What sort of slut was I becoming that I couldn't go for more than about twelve hours without wanting sex? Gently, so as not to disturb me, they moved closer to me, talking quietly in their unintelligible language.
One of them reached out to touch my skin. I stayed still, despite wanting to shrink away, and allowed him to caress my abdomen as I lay completely naked under their gaze. He reached with his other hand to take my hand and pressed it to his chest, directing me by his actions to rub him in return. His skin felt soft and pliable under my fingers and I gently started rubbing him. His strokes on my abdomen spread wider, encompassing my lower breasts and over my hips. I closed my eyes and soaked up the attention, which felt really good, possibly because of my despondent mood.
It took only a few minutes before I felt a second, then third hand rubbing me, on my leg at first, then my other breast. Within the next few minutes all three guys were using both their hands to caress and massage me, the process being helped by the oiliness of my skin due to the sunscreen. I wanted to caress them so reached out my other hand to another guy and caressed his muscular thigh. I noticed they were all wearing brief shorts only and noticed also that the fronts of their shorts were tented over their obvious erections. I felt myself starting to produce my own feminine juices indicating my degree of arousal.
They also must have noticed my juices running down my crack as one of them rubbed his fingers over my pussy, then started pressing his fingers into my slit. Despite myself, my hips started to make gentle encouraging movements against his hand. Another took my hand and pressed it to the front of his shorts over his erection. I gently caressed his huge member through the thin fabric, then pulled at his waist band, pulling the elastic down over his cock so it stood out hard and proud. He came closer and I rolled towards him, engulfing his cock with my mouth.
Suddenly, it seemed, there were bodies, arms, legs and cocks everywhere. Two mouths nibbled at my nipples, a tongue caressed my clit, hands were all over my body and I was on a rapid trip towards sexual ecstasy as my body responded despite my conscious unwillingness to be the sole female in what was rapidly developing into an orgy. Wave after wave of sensations passed through my body as my erogenous zones were woken by the expert ministrations of the three guys. I passed into an overload of sensuality, losing myself as I approached my first orgasm of the day.
Before I reached that peak I felt one of the guys spread my thighs and pull my exposed pussy towards his rampant cock. He penetrated me and then pulled me onto him, thrusting deeply inside me, establishing a rapid rhythm which quickly caused me to cum hard.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" I yelled as my orgasm overtook me, causing me to lose any sense of time, place or reason as I writhed on the beach cumming hard on his massive cock. A few seconds later, as I slowly came down from my peak, I felt him spurting his potent cum into my cunt. Omigod, I thought, I hope my egg was fertilized by Charles last night otherwise these guys could start a baby in me. The thought was horrifying but I had no way of changing the situation that had developed.
My first partner withdrew and his place was quickly taken by another, who continued to fuck me as rapidly and deeply as the first. My poor pussy felt quite pummelled by this treatment but despite this I felt myself responding, thrusting myself at him, seeking more stimulation. Before I came again, however, he filled my cunt with cum once more. I could feel it squirting out and running down my thighs as he thrust into me over and over until his cock became softer and he withdrew. I was so close to cumming again that I welcomed the third cock into my cunt. This time I was turned onto all fours and he penetrated me from behind, holding my tits roughly as he plowed my furrow, his cock head pressing hard against my cervix, which I found very stimulating in my excited condition. It took only a few thrusts before I came again, screaming once more in my release as waves of ecstasy washed through my body, inundating all my senses until all I wanted to do was fuck and be fucked forever.
As I recovered slowly I was aware that he was still fucking me hard, pressing into me then withdrawing almost completely before sinking back inside. It felt so sexy, so wonderful, at that point in time it was all I ever wanted. A few moments later he let out a cry, went rigid, as deep inside me as he could go, and deposited a huge load of cum into my sloppy cunt. After a short time he withdrew and I slumped down onto my towel, my body shaking and covered in sweat and cum.
I very slowly became aware of my surroundings and looked around me, seeing three sweat-sheened faces with broad grins on them looking at me. I grinned back, feeling completely satiated after my experience. One by one they each kissed me, gave me a final caress on my ass, then without another word they stood and walked away naked, carrying their shorts. I lowered my head onto my towel and tried to come to terms with what had just happened. Gradually my mood changed from one of sexual satisfaction to one of having been used then dumped once they had taken what they wanted. Part of my rational mind told me that I wanted it too, but most of my body felt revulsion at the cheap way I had given myself to them for loveless sex. I felt dirty and used.
I stood up and walked to the sea, diving into the crystal clear waters and feeling them wash away the imagined dirt from my body. I swam for several hundred yards out to sea, then trod water for a while before swimming back to shore. My mind was made up; I wanted Charles as my partner; I wanted his loving sex not the loveless sex I had so recently experienced. Oh why had I been so rude and dismissive of the man I had come to love, I berated myself.
I walked up the beach, dried myself on my cum-stained towel, dressed in bikini bottoms, walked back to the harbour and caught the lighter to the ship, not knowing if Charles was still on board or what reception he would give me. Once on board I quickly removed my bikini bottoms, went to my cabin and showered to remove the salt from my skin, reapplied my sunscreen and then began searching for Charles.
It was several hours later, after a solo lunch and when I was about to give up in despair, that I found Charles and Penny sitting in the shade beside the pool sipping cool drinks.
"Hello, darling," greeted Charles, standing up and opening his arms to me. My heart did a somersault of joy; he apparently was still pleased to see me and my outburst this morning hadn't destroyed our relationship.
