Fantasy Island Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Fantasy Island Pt. 05

... and pulling it deeper. It milked it, wanting me to cum, too.

But I wasn't quite ready yet. I rested inside her for a few moments, just feeling her quivering beneath me. She was usually good after one orgasm and we normally rolled over and went to sleep. But not today. Today I was too hungry to stop.

I started thrusting again, surprising her. "Wha...? Wait! Baby... oh... oh fuck!" she moaned, feeling her pleasure quickly ramp up once again. I thrust slowly at first, just an inch or two forward and back, but quickly moved to thrusting my entire length into her once again.

I drove her to three orgasms and ended with my own that way, spraying my cum inside her, as well as on her ass and back. Then, satisfied at last, we lay down in each others' arms and slept for a few hours.

*****

We woke up a couple of hours later. It felt so good to be lying on a real bed again that I didn't want to get up. Gabby had her arm over my chest, hugging me and when she knew I was awake, she kissed me, acting a bit giggly.

"I didn't realize being away from me that long would make you be so... aggressive," she said.

"Too much?" I asked, kissing her arm.

"Not at all. I loved it!" she giggled. "We need more of that from now on."

We both got out of bed and got dressed for dinner. In 30 minutes, we walked across the compound to the dining hall where everyone was waiting for us.

Dinner with Mr. Roarke started at 7:00pm and we all met in the dining hall dressed in the clothes ...

... provided by the resort. A table was set with a white tablecloth and fine dinnerware. Dishes on the serving table nearby had roast pork, potatoes, rice, vegetables, fruit, and salad. Two waiters were asking each of us what we desired, filling our plates, and giving them to us.

When everyone had their food, Mr. Roarke stood and raised his glass. "A toast. May you always have love to share, health to spare, and family that care."

"Amen to that," everyone said, clinking their glasses together.

"Please... eat!" he said, sitting down and starting to eat his own food slowly. "I must say that the story of your survival intrigues me greatly," Mr. Roarke said. "Do you mind if we talk about it?"

"Sure," I said. "But I don't think there's that much to say, really."

"Oh, you're being too modest Mr. Campbell," Mr. Roarke said. "Mrs. Vega has already told me how you valiantly saved their lives many times. I'm very intrigued to hear what happened from the beginning. Your heroism is to be applauded."

"I wouldn't even know where to start," Emmanuelle said.

"I suppose the beginning. What made the plane go down in the first place?" asked Mr. Roarke.

"That was the weirdest part," I said. "It's like a huge storm came out of nowhere. The pilot thought he could go through it, but we ended up getting struck by lightning I think."

"So it went down pretty hard, then?" Mr. Roarke asked.

"Yeah... I thought we were going to be ok at first. It looked like the pilot had it under ...