A month had passed since the night in the temple where I had turned the tables on Natalie. For the two of us, it was more or less a honeymoon. Natalie, once having given in to her sexual impulses, could not get enough of me. The need to breed had unleashed her appetite, long suppressed, for sex. Except for our drunken fumbling after our dinner with Dianne, and the encounter during the storm, she'd not had sex for six months. Now she wanted it morning, noon and night.

For my part, I was happy to oblige. Natalie hadn't needed the farce of a trial to get me into her bed. She had but to ask! But for her it was more a question of controlling the group and cementing her authority to be in the driver's seat. Looking down the road, she believed that if she won the baby race, she could continue to be on top, to be the queen of the island.

I did my best to be her lover. I truly admired her short, round, form and soft breasts. Her face, while not beautiful, was cute. Extremely intelligent, Natalie provided stimulating conversation on all manner of subjects. I would bring her wild flowers, and she would melt into tears at my kindness. She was a terrible cook, so I cooked our daily meals of fish, rice and coconut. We got along very well. There were just two problems: she was not very good in bed, and she was adamant that I could not have any of the other girls until she got pregnant.

Natalie was not sexually experienced. In high school she had focused on her studies to gain entrance to the military academy. There, she had a brief romance with an upper year cadet that ended in heartbreak, and after that she had turned her back on men. Nor had she any desire for women. They did nothing for her. Her life until now had been void of long term relationships with men, punctuated by the odd, alcohol fueled, one-night stand. As a result, she thought that having sex meant opening your legs and lying still until your partner finished.

Our sex this morning was a good example. I woke up with morning wood, and Natalie started stroking me gently. I gave her a kiss and she giggled. Giving her tits a squeeze, I started kissing her tummy, heading for happy land to give her a thrill. For me, performing oral sex on a woman is almost better than cumming myself. I love how they feel, taste, react and sound as I bring them off. But, as was almost always the case, Natalie stopped me.

"Hmm, just come in me," she said. "I want to feel you inside me."

Of course, I was happy to oblige her. Spreading her legs, I slid inside. She was moist, but not overly wet, and began to moan and groan as I stroked her. But, she had no idea of what to do with her pussy. Not much in the way of squeezing or clenching, more just laying there. The result was that it took me a long time to cum, and, despite my best efforts, she didn't cum either. And that was typical for her! She would orgasm every now and then, usually when I insisted on stimulating her manually, and orally when I could persuade her to allow it. But she still wanted sex three times a day, because she was baby mad! She would not leave me alone.

But, at 33, Natalie was not a good candidate for pregnancy. Although she wanted to be the first pregnant woman on the island, it was going to take time if it happened at all. I wanted her to become pregnant, and I felt tenderly towards her as the potential mother of my child. I also respected her as our leader on this island. But, I could not love her.

By this time, I'd had sex with every woman on the island, bar Denise. Mary and Jenna had been frequent and enthusiastic partners. Dianne, being unable to bear children, had been my FWB during the period when Natalie, the Major, had banned sexual intercourse. My co-pilot, Sally, who preferred women, had indulged me a couple of times in various ways, for which I was forever grateful. Now that I was Natalie's breeding partner, I was hers alone. She never stated this openly, but I dared not trigger her rage at finding me with another woman. Plus, the younger girls were much more likely to fall pregnant if I wasn't careful, and if one of them showed a baby bump before Natalie there would be hell to pay. I'd like to say I'd remained faithful, but it wasn't so.

The girls were getting frustrated! They would cruise by me, half or even fully naked, shaking their tits, laughing and waving at me. Mary and Jenna, always together, would even go so far as to kiss and fondle each other in front of me. On my daily fishing sortie, I had to run the gauntlet of naked forms, beckoning, teasing and begging for my attention. Even Dianne had recently taken to swanning about topless, putting her fabulous breasts on show for my benefit. I knew that she and Sally were sexual partners, but Dianne had a hunger for men also, and we had fed that appetite on numerous occasions. Only Denise remained aloof, having absolutely no desire for me, taking every opportunity to fuck the frustrated girls who had been denied me for over a month. The problem was that Natalie watched me like a hawk. She was also shagging me three or four times a day, so even at age 26, it would have been tough to perform with another woman.

Jenna and Mary had other ideas, though. I was down fishing at the beach, when Mary ran down to me, crying, pointing up into the palms.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Mary sobbed. "It's Mark," she said. "He's got himself into the pig snare! You've got to help us get him out! Jenna is up there trying, but she can't do it! Help us!"

Mark, their pet piglet, had grown into a sizeable porker by this time, but was completely domesticated and was the girls' pet. I hated the hairy bastard, as he had a bad habit of breaking into our shack and eating stuff, or trying to bite me, but Mary and Jenna were devoted to him. If something happened to Mark, the girls would be devastated. I looked up the beach. Natalie was discussing something with Denise, whose fetching tits were on full display. Natalie saw the question on my face, and nodded. Mark was important to her too.

Mary and I raced up the beach, into the palms and up the path to where we had set the latest pig snare. I could hear Mark squealing and carrying on, and I supposed the poor bugger was caught up in the snare. Little did I realize that I was the one to be snared today.

We raced around the corner of the trail into the clearing where I had set the snare. But what I saw brought me to a complete halt. Jenna, completely naked, had Mark tied to a tree, and was poking him with a stick to make him squeal. On the forest floor was a copious bed fashioned from palm fronds. Mary, who was only topless at this point, came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my chest.

"We've got you now!" she said. Jenna gave Mark a final squeal-inducing poke then ran up and dropped to her knees in front of me. Mary reached around to tweak my nipples while Jenna pulled down my shorts and began sucking my cock. It didn't take much and I was rock hard, ready to provide what we all wanted. As there wasn't much time left before Natalie got suspicious we got down to the main event quickly. Mary and I both dropped our shorts, and the two girls dropped on to the palm fronds on their hands and knees, wiggling their bums at me, desperate for my cock.

I favored Jenna first, grabbing her bum and entering her from behind. The girls mutual planning for this tryst must have gotten them worked up, because Jenna was hot and moist. I was soon experiencing the squeezing and clenching I had missed so much with Natalie, as Jenna worked her pussy muscles like a pro. As I fucked her, I used a free hand to stimulate Mary's pussy so she wouldn't miss out. Jenna gave poor Mark a random poke every now and then so that the lack of squealing wouldn't arouse any suspicions down at the huts.

I fucked Jenna hard for a few minutes, then switched up and entered Mary. Natalie had drained me that morning, so despite being excited as hell, I felt no immediate urgency to cum. Mary had a slightly different style, preferring long squeezes to Jenna's rapid clenches, and encouraging me to go long and slow, pushing her bum up against me as I stroked. Again, I used my free hand to keep Jenna happy as I fucked Mary. It was absolute heaven to be filling two agile and supple pussies in the open air, their lean bronzed bodies warm to my touch, Mary crying out in pleasure, Jenna's lovely breasts swinging as I railed her ass. Mary being the more orgasmic of the pair, came as I was fucking her. Still not ready to release yet, I rolled Jenna over and sucked her pussy, while Mary fondled my cock. Jenna climaxed as I ate her, and then I pulled her bum up so I could fill her cunt with my raging cock. I started fucking her hard, excited by the fact that unloading inside her was strictly out of bounds. Thank god someone had sense, as Mary slapped my ass hard to bring me to my senses.

"Pull out, Mark! Cripes, this is risky enough! Pull out!"

I pulled out, my cock twitching with excitement. Mary took me in her mouth while Jenna stroked, and suddenly I was pumping stringy ropes of cum down Mary's throat and over Jenna's breasts. My legs gave out, and we all collapsed laughing down upon the palm fronds. My god, these girls were so much fun, I could hardly believe it.

Mary came back to her senses. "Ok, put your shorts back on, quick! They're bound to be suspicious by now. Rub dirt all over yourselves and carry little Mark down with you. That will give us an excuse to run into the ocean and get rid of the sex smell before Natalie gets a hold of you! Quick now!"

I grabbed Mark the piglet, got suitably dirty and led the girls back to camp. After handing Mark to Natalie, I ran off into the surf before she could ask any questions. I made sure I got good and clean before walking back up to the shacks. Mark was running around squealing, begging treats from Natalie and Dianne, so they hardly paid me any attention. For once I almost liked the little bastard!

That night, for the first time in our relationship, I was unable to perform with Natalie. I begged off as being too tired from the pig rescue, and she seemed to shrug it off. We had a cup of herbal tea and cuddled. I brought up the subject of going on a pig hunt. The girls, in particular Denise, had gone out a few times but had not managed to bag anything bigger than the odd sow. We had caught various things in the snare, but recently the pigs, Mark excepted, seemed to be wise to it, and nothing was wandering into our trap. I felt that if I went out to where Sally and I had first seen the pigs, we could bag another boar. I knew Natalie did not want me going away or doing anything she regarded as dangerous, but she could see I was bored, and a bored man was liable to get into trouble. She thought about it, then agreed that it was a good idea.

"You can go with Sally and Denise," she said. "They can have the pistols and you can use the rifle. I think Denise has been experimenting with some kind of spear she made from scrap metal from the fishing boat. You should have a look at that, maybe."

It was not lost on me that Natalie had chosen two lesbians to be my companions on this little hunt. "What about Jenna?" I asked. "She's keen to go on a hunt."

Natalie tried to look as if she was considering my request before she turned me down. "Jenna has a lot of netting to go through here in camp. Also, she and Mary are working on salvaging the radio equipment from the fishing boat. It was pretty antique, so might be useful yet. I think she'd be better off here, sweetie."

That settled it. We cuddled together and she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. She had so much stress in her life, I liked it that I could make her feel relaxed and safe. I wished that I could love her, but knew it would never happen. Perhaps after she bore me a son? I fell asleep with visions of a little Mark running around the island, learning the ropes from his dad.

The next morning I set out with Denise and Sally for the pig hunt. I had consulted with Sally on the route, as I wanted to check out the status of the helicopter, the latest location of the pig snare and a couple of pit traps we had dug some time previous. I also told Sally that I wanted to see the bay where Sheila had been swept away, but not to let Denise in on that . We each carried a small pack of food and supplies, some water and I also carried a medical kit. Sally led the way, since she knew the route well, with Denise in the middle and me as tail-end Charlie. Denise was a bit heavy, and had cut her hair short severely, but was cute for all that, so I did not mind watching her bum as she walked. I daydreamed a bit of how I had bent Natalie over her desk and railed her just before I left.

We got up to the first snare, and it was plain to see that the pigs were avoiding it. Pigs are extremely intelligent, and the local ones were getting wise to our smell and the kinds of disturbances we made when we set up traps. Although we had caught some small pigs in the snares, they now stayed away from them. I dismantled the snare so we could move it to a new spot. The problem was, all the new spots were farther away from the camp, so it was taking us longer to check the trap, dress the catch and drag the meat back to camp. We wound our way further into the interior, and ended up by the pad where we had secured the helicopter before the storm. I had not seen it for a while, although Sally had checked on it once or twice. More recently, she had brought the battery down for a recharge from the diesel generator.

I felt an emotion as if I had just seen an old friend about whom I thought often, but seldom seen.The machine appeared to be in good shape, although a bit dusty. No obvious leaks and although the girls had stripped out the seats and other interior fittings from the cargo compartment, everything else appeared to be in place. We'd been able to keep them from scavenging wire or parts, so it might be flyable. Unless all the seals were gone and it started leaking like a sieve the moment we started up! Pretty academic, since there was nowhere to fly to anyway. But I wasn't ready to say goodbye to that part of my life, to being the pilot, the hero, and so I used my influence with Natalie to keep the helicopter from being stripped.

We continued on, and as per the plan, Sally led the way down to the bay where Sheila had been swept out to sea. Denise started to get a little nervous, looking to the sides, and then back at me. Finally she stopped and turned to face me.

"Why are we going this way? The pigs are going to be on the higher terrain, up in the forest. We shouldn't be down here."

I stared at her, hard. "I want to see where Sheila got caught in the rip tide. Sally told me that you were with her. I'd like you to explain it all to me. You know, how it was that you weren't able to save her, how you heroically stood there while she drowned."

Denise shrugged her shoulders, turned around and continued to follow Sally. We wound our way down to the beach, past the point where Sally had seen the old dock pilings and around the point to the bay. We all halted. I stepped out in front of Denise and pointed out to the bay.

"So, here we are. Care to explain what happened?"

Denise shrugged her shoulders. She was wearing a backpack full of empty rice bags for any game we might catch. The straps ran under her large breasts, making them stand out and shake as she moved. I still remembered their delicious feel from the dark night of the storm. She was the one woman I had yet to couple with, but she had never obliged, being more interested in female company. I desired and loathed her simultaneously.

Denise spoke out. "Sheila wandered out into the surf while I was checking things out on the beach. Suddenly she called out, and I saw the rip carrying her out to sea. I ran in, but she was moving too far, too fast. There was nothing I could do."

Reasonable, except that Denise avoided my gaze as she spoke, shuffling her feet, and wringing her hands. She was lying, and not well!

"I don't think that's true. I think you had something to do with Sheila's death? Did someone put you up to this? Did you knock Sheila out with something so she couldn't swim out of the rip?"

Denise got aggressive. "Fuck you! No one was here but me. You think because Sheila was your girlfriend that we hated her? No! Your dick is as useless to me as your fucking helicopter. I had no reason to be jealous or to do anything to Sheila. You've created some sick fantasy in your head. She was stupid. She went out into the rip. She drowned. End of!"

A red haze formed in front of my eyes. I unslung the rifle and gripped it so hard I thought I might break the stock. Denise's hand moved closer to the pistol on her belt. Her other hand gripped the boar spear tightly. Then Sally intervened.

"Enough! Mark, back off! You asked Denise about it, and she's told you! It's what she told us at the time. We're all very sorry about Sheila, but you have to let this go!"

I stood there, staring at Sally. She too had her hand on her pistol. I relaxed. What the hell was I doing? Was I going to let a ghost turn me into a violent animal? Was that to be Sheila's legacy? No, not in a million years! I slung the rifle back to my shoulder.

"Fair enough," I said. "Time to let it all go, I suppose. I apologize for going off like that."

"Apology accepted," said Sally. "Now let's get back up to the forest and go after those pigs."

We trekked back into the forest, and soon came upon an obvious pig trail. I motioned for silence and took the lead. Rifle in hand, I followed the trail carefully, trying to proceed as quietly as possible. I heard some grunting coming from a thicket up ahead. The rippling of the leaves on the trees told me we were downwind of whatever was in there. I moved closer, creeping along, until I could just make out the forms of a small herd of pigs. The were snuffling up the ground, pawing for roots and bugs. I picked out a large one, and steadying myself against a tree trunk, put the rifle to my shoulder. Making as little movement as possible, I took aim.

There was a sudden rush of air and a mighty thwack rang in my ear as the tree shook violently. Turning around, I saw Denise's boar spear impaled in the trunk beside me at chest level, its shaft vibrating. Denise stood on the trail, about ten yards back, her face a mask of hate, her arm extended from the act of throwing the spear.

I was stunned! Denise's hand sought out the pistol at her belt. Sally was too far back to intervene. Denise struggled to draw the pistol, and I raised the rifle defensively. Suddenly, a massive brown form tore in from the side of the track and swept Denise off her feet. She screamed and the boar grunted as it attacked her with its tusks. I raced up and saw it ramming her legs and abdomen viciously. I couldn't shoot for fear of hitting her, so I moved around until Denise was out of the line of fire and fired three rounds into the beast. The boar staggered off and collapsed about five yards away. Sally ran up to us, screaming her concern for us both.

I knelt down beside Denise. She was turning white with shock already, moaning with pain. The boar had torn up her leg and her belly, and she was bleeding profusely. Sally produced a tourniquet from my pack and secured it around Denise's thigh, stemming the blood loss. We took some dressings from our medical kit and packed them into the abdominal wounds. Denise was seriously wounded, perhaps fatally so.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I'm sorry about Sheila."

"Don't talk," I said, as Sally and I worked on her. "Nothing to be sorry about, It was an accident."

Denise shook her head. "No, hear me! The Major was jealous of her, of Sheila's hold on you. She never said anything, but I knew she'd be glad if Sheila was out of the way. I hated your hold over the girls. I felt if I got rid of Sheila, the Major would love me."

"You are talking nonsense now," I said. Denise was almost delirious with shock and pain at this point. Nothing she said could be relied upon. "Be quiet. You'll be alright. Sally and I will get you back to camp and get you fixed up."

Denise's eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned with pain. There were no medical facilities on the island, and the only probable outcome was death. But I could not tell her that. I turned to Sally.

"We've got to get her back to the camp. Can we lash up a stretcher or something to move her? We can't let her die out here."

Sally looked around. "If we run some poles through some rice bags, we might be able to fashion something. We can use pack straps to hold it all together. But, Denise is not going to make it. It will take us four or five hours to get back to camp. It'll be dark before then, and we can't navigate the forest in the dark."

"Well, we have to do something! If she dies out here, and it's just you and me, that might look a bit suspicious, don't you think? Let's make the stretcher and at least begin to head back."

Sally shook her head. "You know she killed Sheila, don't you? Why not just shoot her and put her out of her misery. We'll bury her out here, and then just tell the others that the boar killed her. If they want any evidence they can come out and see the boar's carcass."

I'd always known Sally had a hard edge to her, but this surprised me. She loved me, in her way, and she was outraged that Denise had tried to kill me. But there was no way that I could shoot Denise, even just to put her out of her misery, and then lie about it to Natalie. I shook my head.

"What about the helicopter?" Sally's face was bright. "It's only about an hour away. We could make it there before dusk. If it'll start, it's just a few minutes flying time down to the beach. At the very least we could get Denise back to the camp before she dies. She might be conscious enough to tell the others what happened? It's worth a try!"

It was a long shot, but then it was our only hope! I nodded, and Sally and I set to work rigging up a stretcher. I cut a few long poles and we cut the bottom out of the rice bags to form a stretcher base. Denise was barely conscious, but cried out in pain as we lifted her onto the stretcher. We left our packs and the rifle at the site and Sally and I lifted the stretcher and started along the path to the helicopter pad. Denise was not a small girl, so the effort to move her was substantial. We had rigged pack straps across our shoulders to the handles to help us bear the weight, but in the heat we were soon sweating and grunting with the burden. I don't know how Sally did it. She was in great shape, but physically much smaller than me. Still, she took the front of the stretcher and led the way, never complaining. We had to stop numerous times, but eventually we made it to the pad.

Sally and I placed the stretcher on the ground. Denise was still alive, and still in a lot of pain. We sat panting on the concrete pad for a few minutes, catching our breath. Then Sally and I ran around the helicopter, removing the tie downs and the plugs from the intakes, freeing the rotors. I opened the cargo door and Sally and I managed to lift the stretcher onto the hard floor. Denise continued to moan and did not look too comfortable, but there was nothing for it. I closed the door. Sally jumped into the left hand seat and I took the pilot's seat on the right. Hitting the battery switch, I prayed there would be enough voltage to get starting RPM. We were in luck. Checking all the switches quickly, I hit the starter, and by some miracle we got light off on both engines.

Without pausing to do more than basic control checks, I lifted up into the hover. Sally gave me a thumbs up showing we were clear on the left side, and I moved the machine off the pad and stuffed the nose downhill to pick up speed. We achieved flying speed quickly and I followed the contours of the island down to the shoreline, to follow it to the beach and the camp.

We weren't wearing headsets or helmets, so the racket was incredible, It was a short flight, no more than fifteen minutes. Worryingly, a few yellow caution lights appeared, indicating low pressures or other concerns, but we had no choice but to continue. It was getting dark, and in the tropics darkness falls rapidly, so I pushed the nose over to get to the beach as rapidly as possible. We were only a few miles back when the number one engine failed.

Sally looked across at me with alarm as she felt the machine swing. We had sufficient flying speed, so I could roll the throttle back without losing rotor RPM. I checked the engine gauges and held up one finger. Sally checked them also and held up one finger. That confirmed it was the number one engine. I rolled the number one throttle off and kept going with number two at full, manual fuel control. We now lacked the power to hover, but I had a nice long beach in front of me, so I could make a running landing with single engine power. We'd be there in seconds.

I saw the beach in front of me. The girls. alerted by the beat of the rotors, had run out of the shacks to see what was going on. I looked across the cockpit for one last scan of the panel. Something caught my eye, way out on the horizon. A smudge of black smoke? No time to investigate, Sally and I concentrated on the landing. I touched down above the tide line, the rear of the skids first with quite a bit of speed on. I gently lowered the collective as we skidded along and as the power came off the rotor the skids dug into the sand. The machine slid to a jerky halt, and I pulled both fire handles to kill the engines immediately. She might never fly again, poor thing, but she had been true until death, and I felt a pang of grief as the rotors stopped for the last time.

Sally and I hopped out and opened the cargo door. Mary and Jenna helped us remove the improvised stretcher from the back. Denise was still alive, but barely. We rushed her up to the huts and laid her inside. Dianne began rummaging around our medical kits looking for fresh dressings and anything else that might be of use. I sat on the sand, outside the shack, my head in my hands. I felt drained.

Natalie came up and sat beside me.

"What the hell happened?" she asked. I explained about stalking the pigs, the boar attacking, our decision to carry Denise to the helicopter. I left out our suspicions about Sheila or that Denise had attacked me with the spear.

"Well, she looks pretty serious," said Natalie. "Dianne and Sally are having a go at her with whatever we've got. Luckily, we salvaged quite a few supplies off the fishing boat. Despite most of the items being labelled in Korean, the best stuff, like antibiotics, were black market items from western countries. We also have some morphine for the pain. She might have a chance, and that's due to you and Sally bringing her back so quickly." Natalie reached out and touched my cheek.

"How are you doing? It must have been a shock for you? Are you alright honey?"

I looked at Natalie. Her eyes showed concern, maybe even love, for me. I could not ask the question that burned in my brain. Had she and Denise...maybe it was better not to know? I took her hand from my cheek and gave it a gentle kiss.

"I'm good. I'll grab my fishing gear and go down into the surf to take my mind off of everything. Don't worry about me. Worry about Denise." Natalie nodded agreement. I grabbed my gear and waded into the water. Fishing allowed me to think about everything other than what might be happening back up at the shacks.

Around supper-time I headed back up with a haul of fish. I distributed some to Mary and Jenna, Dianne, Sally and took the rest to Natalie. Dianne gave me an update on Denise.

"I filled her with a massive dose of antibiotics and a cautious amount of morphine. Her abdominal wounds aren't as serious as first appeared. The skin and muscle is pretty torn up, but I don't think the intestines were punctured, which is a miracle. We cleaned with sterile solution and packed her with fresh dressings. We stopped the bleeding in the leg, but whether it will recover or go septic, I don't have a clue at the moment. She's been raving about you and Sheila, but I don't think she's in her right mind at all. I think she'll survive the night, but then again, I'm no expert. Mary and Jenna are staying with her."

I went up to Natalie's shack. I'd ceased thinking of her as "the Major," as we had grown together as partners, friends, lovers even. Still, the incident with Denise troubled me. Natalie's earlier treatment of Denise at the trial as 'dependable' and 'trustworthy' bothered me. Had Denise been trying to curry favor with Natalie by eliminating Sheila, or, worse, had she been acting on Natalie's instructions?

Natalie was wearing the fetching sundress she had sported on the evening of our dinner with Dianne. She looked great! Natalie had been keeping close tabs on Denise's situation, so we were able to talk about something else as we made dinner. As we ate, Natalie told me she had something serious to discuss.

"I have a feeling that you are not totally happy being my partner," she said. "Last night was the first time we were unable to be intimate, and it's made me wonder."

I tried to dismiss Natalie's concerns on that score, but of course, being a woman, she was not willing to let it go.

"No, I've been very demanding over the past six weeks. Extremely demanding! Yet, you've been so kind to me, so loving. I've never had that in my life before. But I have to come to grips with the fact that you are the only man on the island, an island where there are five other women who may or may not want you on any given day. I can see the fact that I'm keeping you to myself is causing tension in everyone else. Do you see that too?"

Natalie's lovely eyes were holding my gaze. I sensed a trap, so I told her she was being silly, that there was no competition over me with the other women. They were willing to wait until she became pregnant to have their turn with me.

Natalie smiled and shook her head. "I'm thirty-three," she said, "almost thirty-four. I've never been pregnant before, and it may be that I never will. My first responsibility is to the future of this island, this new society, and if we don't produce children soon, it may be too late for us. I need to share you. I don't know if we can have matriarchy and polygamy at the same time, but it seems we must." Tears began to roll down her beautiful cheeks and my heart melted for her.

I took her in my arms and we kissed. gently and sweetly, like old friends and lovers. I pulled down the top of her sundress, freeing her breasts. Stepping back, I admired their lovely softness, the enticing brown of her areolas, the invitation in her erect nipples. Natalie cupped her breasts in her hands and invited my kisses, begging my tongue to sample their texture, my teeth to bite and caress her nipples. Then she pulled me to her and whispered in my ear.

"Dianne and I had a little chat earlier about you. She gave me a few tips, a few ideas to try out. Do you want to experience them?'

My tongue gave my answer, seeking out her out, playing gently, sucking and biting lightly on her lips. Natalie broke away, slipped out of her dress, and with a giggle, slid my shorts off to caress my penis.

"Hmm, I'd like a closer look! Let me see..." Natalie dropped gently to her knees and took me in her mouth. Now it was my turn to be surprised. Oral was not normally part of her repertoire, and the few times we had played that way she had been less than expert. Now, however, she took her time, teasing my tip with her tongue, raking my head with her teeth, taking me in for a deep and powerful suck while she stroked my base. I murmured my appreciation.

Natalie stopped and drew back. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

"You seem awfully big," she said. "Have you ever measured yourself?"

"Hmm, no that never occurred to me," I said. That was a lie, of course. Every man knows the size of his dick, and is either proud or ashamed as the case might be. In my case, I had a lot to be proud of, although Mary and Jenna had told me repeatedly that size doesn't matter. The way those girls carried on, they had to be right!

"Well, I love your big cock," said Natalie. She began sucking me again, trying inventive things with her tongue, trying to take me deeper. She gagged a little, and I offered to stop, but she insisted on carrying on. It was lovely!

As Natalie carried on pleasuring me, I softly recited all the things I loved about her body. The curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her bum, the curious wiggle of her nose whenever she began to tell a funny story. In reality, she was a quite ordinary thirty-three year-old woman, but I found her very attractive, very desirable, very sexy, and I loved telling her so. I was bound to her, if not be true love, then by a genuine attraction for her as a lover, and by an admiration for all she had done for us as a leader. I was touched that she needed and desired me, and this made me want to please her.

Natalie pulled away, and looked up at me. She raised her hands to pull me down to the floor with her. I sat down, my legs extended, my cock twitching with excitement. She raised herself a bit, and then moved to straddle my legs, her bum sitting on my thighs, taking me deep inside. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me gently. As I responded, I could feel her pussy squeezing me gently, clenching me. I tried to respond with gentle thrusts, but Natalie tapped my nose with her finger and looked into my eyes.

"No, darling," she said. "Let me do the work. No need to rush. This may take some time."

So I sat there, trying my best not to move my hips as Natalie took total control of the pace. She allowed my hands to roam, and my lips to touch, but most of our time was spent gazing into each other's eyes. Natalie was not capable of very intense squeezes, but she worked hard, sometimes grunting slightly with the effort, massaging my penis with her pussy muscles, making slight movements. The overall effect was incredibly erotic. Kissing her produced electric shocks down my spine. Touching her breasts gently made my penis incredibly sensitive. The feel of her fingers running up and down my back made me shiver with excitement. Her contractions and squeezes built the intensity of desire, the need for release to a pinnacle. Then, she would back down slightly, and I would climb down that ladder, only to be brought up to the top once again by her gentle attentions to my need. Natalie's excitement was building also, and her little moans filled my ears. my thighs felt the increased squirming of her bottom, the increased sensitivity of her breasts as I dared to touch them.

We went on for an hour, perhaps more, our gazes locked, our bodies tuning themselves to each other. Natalie seemed on the verge of exhaustion, grunting now with the effort of milking my cock slowly and gently with her pussy. For the tenth time I built up to release, and this time there was no stopping the runaway train of my desire. Natalie felt me growing inside her, the intensity of my need, and she bore down to bring me off. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I gasped and moaned, grasping her with my arms, hanging on for dear life. Natalie whispered in my ear, encouraging me to let it all go, to hold nothing back, to fill her completely. I was completely lost in her arms, drained, pumping until the well was dry, hardly conscious of the man who moaned and cried as his orgasm swept over him again and again like a raging tide. Then I collapsed in her arms, spent.

After a few moments, we broke apart, easing our tangled limbs. I gently laid Natalie on to her back, and began kissing her tummy, dragging my tongue playfully over the soft skin of her hips. Her hands sought out my head and applied a gentle pressure, directing me to the valley of her thighs. My tongue thrust into her hairy mound, seeking out her pearl, licking, sucking gently but urgently. My own seed was dripping from her, but this merely excited me more and I pressed into her, excited again by her reaction, the thrust of her hips against me, the gentle moans that escaped her mouth. It took but a few moments of stimulation and Natalie came, her hips bucking up, her hands grabbing my hair, her cries filling the room. Then, as the crisis passed, we sought each other out and cuddled.

Somewhere in the night, lovers tell each other gentle lies that make it possible for life to continue, for their relationship to survive. Natalie began to whisper in my ear.

"I feel sorry for Denise," she said. "She suffered from the delusion that I had something against Sheila, and harbored a twisted notion that she could please me by making her disappear. It horrifies me to think that I didn't notice the way she was heading with those thoughts."

I told Natalie not to worry about it, that it was all in the past, that Denise was not likely to trouble us again.

"You can have other women, you know," she continued. "It will take a while for me to get pregnant, if it happens at all. You need to be with the girls. We need to have babies on this island. Mary and Jenna are keen for it, I can tell. Maybe even Sally will consent to be bred?"

I said nothing, and presently felt Natalie sobbing gently on my shoulder. I started to know what it had cost her to make that offer.

"I'll never tire of you, my dear," I said. "Whatever might happen, whatever I might have to do, I'll still hold you in my arms. We'll always have each other for comfort in the night."

Natalie sobbed softly for a while. Eventually I heard the soft purring of her breath, felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest and knew she was asleep. I resolved never to hurt her, but in my heart I knew it was a resolution I could never keep. The other women must be bred, and there was only me to do it.

In the dawn I rose softly, letting her slumber on. I padded down the beach to the surf, watching the glory of a tropical sunrise. On the horizon pink and orange clouds obscured the fiery ball of the sun as it made its appearance. There was something about those clouds? I rubbed my eyes and looked again.

Contrails!

Stay Tuned for Part 11 - Rescue!

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