It all began within our first few days, we'd watched these new men looking hungrilly at you. Taking you in with their eyes, trying to conceal their building hunger in your presence. They would bring you gifts from the jungle and the beach. They would do anything you asked them too, even things they guessed you might need.

At first you were reluctant. You let them touch themselves while looking at you. You soon took pity on these men stranded with us for days, days that turned into weeks, then months.

I understood the kindness you were doing them. How could I not? A lone, desperately beautiful woman stuck with a group of men for who knew how long - we both knew what was coming, it was inevitable.

From the smallest beginnings, it all began to progress. They asked to touch you while they touched themselves. To feel your skin, to feel the curve of your arse or the weight of your breast through your clothes. But it didn't stop at that. They began kissing your neck, licking your shoulders, all the while you could see their cocks in their hands, achingly hard because of you.

You would tell me the stories of what you'd done with them while we fucked at night. We both knew, more than once, that we were being watched in our hand-built shelter by envious, hungry eyes. The first few times you felt guilty, but that guilt began to fade, replaced by excitement, even as the things you did began to escalate.

He begged you to touch him. He looked in your eyes and pleaded with you to help him, and you finally relented. It was the first cock that wasn't mine that you'd touched since we'd been together. He was so hard, so hot in your hand, you sighed as you grasped him and smiled as you started to stroke him.

He stared at you, a look of mild wonder as you slid your hands up and down him, making him come with a shuddering growl after only a few minutes. He thanked you and swore he wouldn't tell anyone, and kissed your neck before slipping away.

The seal broken, you began touching all of them, learning about the sizes and shapes of each of them. They each loved you in their own way. Each so grateful for your touch, each looking at you with hunger-become-satisfaction.

They continued to touch you too, becoming more intense and bold after you began stroking them. Pulling at you, sliding hands over your body, finally sneaking fingers and hands under your clothes. Holding your breasts, pulling gently on nipples, caressing your lips and cheeks and jaw. Eventually a hand made its way into your pants, a finger slowly parting your lips and caressing your cunt, your clit, firmly but softly touching you until you would both climax together.

Our own lovemaking had reached a fever pitch. You would whisper about your adventures as I took you. I looked at you as what you were - what you are: a goddess. A vision of sex and desire. A creature whose body promises pleasure. A woman whose hunger and wants are natural and beautiful.

You were easily the object of desire of five men. On an island with few other distractions, sex was a perfect way to spend time and detach from everything else.

It was inevitable that you began to let them fuck you. Rather than dimming their lust, your allowing of touching, your own touching, made them all the hungrier. They kissed you all over. They told you how perfect you were. They touched you everywhere. They used fingers and mouths to make you cum, over and over. You were being devoured, constantly consumed by pleasure. Fingers left your cunt to be replaced by cocks, and you welcomed it all.

You welcomed their beautiful hardness inside you, the slow purposeful thrusts. Their roaring release as they came, driving you too, over your own orgasmic edge.

You learned about the different sizes of me and all their various techniques. Each man venerated your body with his. Some fast, some slow. Some long, some wide, or and some both. Filling you, fucking you, taking you, over and over.

A biggest shift came one night, when I found you fucking one of your lovers and I joined you. His cock inside of you, mine in your mouth. You groaned around my erection as you came, and eventually, we all came together.

From there all of us fucked you literslly everyday, in every conceivable way. Multiple men all over you, touching, licking, kissing you everywhere. So many hands on your body at once, so many mouths kissing you at the same time. A cock would find its way into your arse, your cunt, your mouth, sometimes all at once. Tongues on your nipples while others hammered into you. Your glorious body uniting with our bodies, finding new heights of pleasure, melting together.

You were a goddess. Sex made flesh. The perfect vision of hunger. We worshiped you. By day we would laugh and play and swim and build. By night we would unite, touching, kissing, sucking, fucking and coming and coming and coming...

Using your beautiful body constantly...

How it all started... (From my perspective)

Over the first couple of weeks we started getting into a routine. We built hammocks out of vines. We built a giant SOS on the beach out of rocks and kept a fire going at night in the hope that someone would see it and come rescue us. We learned where the things that were good to eat were and how to catch good fish.

My husband and I kept our sleeping area away from the others and made love every night. I think the others probably heard us a few times when I got especially noisy. We got rained on a couple of times and took our clothes off to dry them.

None of us felt uneasy about seeing the others nude any more although I did notice that sometimes I would cause the other guys to sprout erections and I could see that they were looking at my body longingly. We started to build a lean-to that all of us could use as shelter when it rained.

One night while my husband and I were laying together, down the beach from the others, my husband asked if he could talk to me about something. I said sure. "Honey, I love you very much, but we can both see that the others are really getting in a bad way with you being the only woman here and them not thinking of having any hope with you sexually.

Over the years we have done a little swinging with other couples so I know that you are OK being with other guys. I wanted to let you know that I would not have a problem if you wanted to share your beautiful body with them. We know it would take a lot of stress out of our situation."

I told him that the same thought had gone through my head and that if he was sure that he was OK with it, I would be willing to help the guys out. The following day the captain had waded out chest deep in the cove to fish. So he would not get his clothes wet, he has taken them off. I took mine off and waded out to stand next to him. "Having any luck?" I asked.

"Not yet." he replied.

I watched him immediately stare at my breasts, my nipples hardened in the water. "I want you to know how much we appreciate everything you are doing to keep us safe and get us rescued." As I was saying those words, I reached out and found his cock, already burgeoning into an erection, under the water. "I sure hope a hungry shark doesn't come along", I giggled. I ducked under the water and slid my mouth over his manhood.

When I came up he was stammering. "What about your husband? " he asked.

I told him that we had talked about how we could tell how much I was causing the guys problems and that we decided that it would be OK if I “helped you all out” from time to time. "Would you like to come back into the trees where I can show you just what I mean?"

The captain eagerly followed me out of the water and back into the tree cover.

As soon as we were out of sight of the others, I turned facing him and dropped to my knees. His erection was hard as a rock and pointing straight at my face. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base, leaned forward and took the head between my lips. I licked around the head and sucked. When I pulled off there was an audible pop from the broken suction.

The captain's knees went weak and he almost collapsed. I took my hand away and slid him into my mouth till I had his cock right down my throat.

I worked him, started bobbing up and down on his shaft, getting my lips well past half way. He gently put his hands behind my head and encouraged me to keep doing what I was doing.

After only a couple of minutes, I could feel his ball sack tighten and his cock start to expand. He warned me that he was ready to come. Rather than stopping, I doubled my efforts till I was sucking a big load of his heavy spunk down my throat while he was moaning, groaning and driving his cock down my throat..

When he finished and calmed down, I pulled off of his cock and swallowed the last of his warm load. I looked up at him and smiled, "I told you that I wanted to thank you." I kissed the tip of his manhood and licked the last drops, before I stood up. “I hope you liked my efforts, ” I teased.

He kissed me, barely able to speak, I think he was so surprised at my very “forward” behaviour.

Everyone else watched us come out from the woods naked and they looked at each other. With our clothes back on, everybody sat around the fire. "Look guys, we know that we are making the best of a bad situation and that I am the only woman here with you five healthy men.

My husband and I talked and decided that it was putting too much stress on everybody to be in such a restricted sexual situation. We want to tell you that until we are rescued, I am making myself sexually available to each of you.

You do have to be nice to me and if I say no to anything, that means no. Understood?" The captain and his younger mate quickly said yes.

The mate stood and immediately reached for me, he led me by the hand and started to take me back into the trees. I stopped him and told him that there was no need to hide what we were going to do and I led him over to one of the leaf mats on the sand, stripped off my clothes that I had put on and laid down for him. He looked at my husband and the other guys for encouragement.

My husband gave him a thumbs up, the others all just smiled and he quickly stripped. He moved quickly between my legs. I watched his cock, a nice thick meaty cock, as he pressed the tip into my labia. It was a good thing that I was already wet down there with anticipation because he was not interested in any foreplay.

With just one fast hard push, he was buried balls deep in my body and he started pounding away at my pussy like a teen having his first fuck. Considering how long we had already been on the island and how fast and hard he was pouring it to me, I was amazed at how long he lasted. I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched his strokes with hip thrusts of my own. I think I was excited about the four others watching me fuck a guy years younger than myself. I could feel my fluids freely flowing in our vigorous tryst.

Cameron lasted at full speed for ages, pounding me to three hard and loud orgasms before filling me with what felt like a gallon of his hot spunk. We were both breathing hard when he finally slowed and pulled his cock out of my very well used, but well satisfied cunt. Done as I was, I spun around and sucked clean his cum sodden, softening cock, sucking and licking the remaining remains of his thick fluids. I felt him stir again and I could tell that if I had continued much longer, he would have regained his erection. Fucked as I was, it was still quite tempting but I decided against it.

For the next several days my husband, the captain and the mate used me almost non-stop.

Sometimes one at a time and sometimes two or more of them would share my body, but Ryan stayed to himself and did not join the action even though often, we could tell that he was watching.

After a week of wondrous debauchery, fucking and sucking cocks, I realised that in one single week, I had had more cock’s inside me, than I had had in my whole life before. And they just kept coming for me. On one sexy occasion, I was bouncing up and down on my husband's cock when he pulled me forward so my tits were pressed against his chest, arse in the air and suddenly I felt someone get in position behind me and press his cock against my arse. I looked back and it was Ryan. Ryan was about to fuck my arse...

Ryan worked quickly to push his large cock head past my stretched sphincter muscles and in no time, I had him buried in my butt. He held my hips and rapidly pounded balls deep into my bum like he was mad at the world and was taking it out on my arse. It wasn't long before he was spewing his hot nut load deep in my tortured rectum. I relished his heated cum in my anal passage, such a surprise delivery and it certainly was really delicious.

Over the next weeks, everyone settled down and we no longer fucked non-stop like rabbits. I still regularly had really hot outdoor sex with all five of the men, they were all still quite competitive for my attention, but it was not like it had been when we first started. After the dam had burst and most of the dammed up spunk had flowed into little old me, all that remained was a steady flow, “the natural male production of semen” to turn a phrase.

My husband found that he really enjoyed watching me have sex with other men and he encouraged everything, many numerous perverted sex acts including golden showers with much of the piss going down my throat. That will never be one of my favourite things to do but I was game for anything my five men felt like doing with me.

One late afternoon, the island was pulsing with heat, a soft breeze rolled through the brush, palm fronds swayed.

The air hung thick with salt, ripe fruit, and the slow demise of sunlight still warming on my skin. Waves rolled onto the sand like they were calling to us.

I walked softly up from the water, wet sand clinging to my ankles, ocean water streaking down my thighs. I knew he was there, watching, waiting for me. I didn’t look at him. Naked, body damp, my breasts swayed with each step, my nipples hard from the slight warm breeze.

My husband was sitting on a fallen palm, cock stiff, he had obviously been following me, watching me, his balls looked heavy under his erect cock. As I approached him, I could see his cock visibly pulsing. He had wanted me, asked for me this morning, but I made him wait. I had promised him my body, if only he could wait...

I’d kept him hard, teased, untouched, all day. Not me though, I had been well used by three men, one head job and two rounds of vigorous sex, the sexual fluids of our lovemaking still wetly leaking from my body...

I now purposely bent in front of my husband to brush away some sand off my thighs, legs wide apart, arms stretched forward, my leaking pussy exposed to him, bare and swollen in the golden light. Thick trails of spunky slick glistened between my thighs. I arched my back and waited for his reaction.

He dropped to his knees behind me. I smelled like sun, sweat, salt and sex. My lips were puffy, wet, I really wanted him to want me, to reclaim me...

He lifted my legs and spread me wide open. He pushed his tongue into my salty, spunky and sweet folds. My moan was unscripted, urgent and sharp. I rocked back onto his tongue, grinding back hard.

I fucked his hungry tongue with a slow, deep rhythm. My scent, my used taste coated his face. My slick, sweet, warm fluids dripped down his chin. His hands left marks on my thighs, holding me there as I trembled.

I came hard and loud, my whole body clenched as I orgasmed. I didn’t let him pull his face away. I rode the last waves of it against his tongue until I couldn’t breathe. Then I turned to face him.

I kissed him, wondering if he would taste the head I had given earlier. I knelt before him and slid my tits around his cock, his leaking precum pooling in my cleavage. I fucked his cock with my breasts, slow and smooth, eyes locked to his as his cock now pulsed & bubbled between my breasts.

I rubbed his warm pre-cum over my nipples, pinched them for show, licked the precum in my palm and spread it over my chest again. My husband was panting, begging to fuck me, begging to come. I climbed onto his thighs. I grabbed his erect cock with my right hand and pressed it into my folds and cunt entrance, as I opened myself with his cockhead, a vast amount of spunk rolled out of my pussy and painted his cock length. I thoroughly smeared this cum from my two previous lovers all along my husband’s veiny erection, that was so hot. Then once his cock was painted in slick lubricating spunk, I impaled myself, we both gasped. I buried his aching cock in my used cunt with one long, wet, delicious “sloppy seconds” stroke.

My husband groaned out. I was soaked, flooded, so used and sloppy on his cock, my husband was my third fuck for the day. Still, I bounced hard, I needed him to reclaim me, to fuck me with his beautiful large and familiar cock. My arse slapped his thighs with my every bounce on his lap. His cock swelled inside me, mashing against the roof of my cunt. My husband couldn’t take it, he surely couldn’t hold back. I reached down and rubbed myself as I rode him. My breath quickened. My tits bounced. My cunt slopped all over his cock. His cock, the way it fucked me, it stirred the thick, warm loads of cum already inside me. “Don’t come, ” I teased, “wait for me... “

He whimpered, I knew my used sloppy cunt was turning him on, that and reclaiming me always did. I fucked him faster. His eyes rolled back. His legs shook. He was right at the edge, cock ready to explode, but somehow he held it. He wanted to cum in me as I fucked him but he dared not, not till I was done.

Teasingly I leaned back, dragged my fingers through my slick, slippery, cum filled pussy and had him suck them clean.

I mashed myself down hard on his cock as he sucked my wet spunk fingers, he could hold back no more and I could feel him begin to cum, his cock began to fill me.

His orgasm spasmed deep up in my belly like a hot punch. He violently spilled inside me, flooding gallons, his hot load of spunk pushing deep up inside me, meltingly delicious and so beautifully thick & creamy.

The heat of all that sperm being injected into me had me groaning and going off. My own orgasm violently exploded, I gushed my own excitement out around his invading cock, our sexual fluids flooding down between us, dripping down off my husband’s balls, dripping to the sand. I kept grinding hard through our orgasms, milking his every last splash of spunk, laughing as he still continued to twitch inside me, surely endeavouring to push the other two previous loads of cum out of me.

I lifted off of his lap slowly, watching, letting the huge mess visibly spill out of me onto his thighs, catching some in my palm, then teasingly rubbing the slick spunky load onto my belly. I smeared his, their cum over my belly, my breasts and my lips.

I stood back a step, my husband then stood, and standing next to me, holding me close, we both looked out at the dark water, relishing our closeness in the warm breeze. The moon had risen behind the palms, the tide was coming in slow, it was just the most beautiful moment and I never wanted this moment to end...

As I turned back to him, his cum shining on my chest. I could see he wanted more; surprisingly, my husband was still erect...

“Get back on your knees.”

I thought to myself, “Island sex, it's the best...”

We had been on the island for almost two months and the six of us had taken on a feeling of long term sexual normalcy when suddenly, surprisingly, one day about mid-day we spotted a boat on the horizon. We put green leaves on the fire and made a lot of smoke. Soon we could tell that a boat was heading toward us.

We were all naked, we had literally not a stitch between us. We stood unabashedly at the shore waving madly as the boat came closer and closer.

Finally it got close enough that we could see a person standing on the bow waiving energetically.

We were saved... Was that what I truely wanted??? haha!!!