Tom and Emily's Island

Chapter 1
Chapter 1

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Chapter Description: Newlyweds Tom and Emily are shipwrecked on a tropical island. The native fruit they foraged is having some strange effects.

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WARNING. This story contains fictional sexual situations, some of which involve characters who either are underage or appear underage.

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Thomas awoke to see his beloved trophy wife Emily unconscious on the beach beside him. His head was aching terribly as he tried to force himself back into consciousness. He sat up with great effort. Memories of the night before came to him gradually: the storm hitting so suddenly, the yacht sinking fast, Thomas dragging Emily ashore. Thomas rubbed his head and looked to his bikini-clad wife. In panic he checked for her pulse, and sighed with relief to find it. Overwhelmed, he lay down and fell unconscious again.

When Thomas awoke again, Emily’s tall, slender figure had been replaced with footsteps in the sand. "Emily?" he called out suddenly.

"Tom!" cried back an angelically sweet voice. "I’ll be right - oof. I’ll be right there! I think I found us some food!"

Thomas was wearing kahkis, which were in relatively good shape considering what they’d been through. He got up unsteadily to watch his young wife emerge from the dense jungle with an armful of odd looking fruits. "They smell a lot like Mangos," Emily explained, before she squealed with surprise from her husband suddenly lifting her off her feet. The fruit fell to the ground as Thomas kissed his wife desperately.

A 35 year old jet-setting wall street trader, Thomas had paid good money for his chiseled abs. His interest in his 24 year old lover had started out purely physical, but Emily quickly blew him away with her intellect and the two fell passionately in love. For six months, the two had been living and loving carefree before getting married and renting the yacht for their honeymoon. The disaster had not dampened ether’s spirits, as they felt intent on using the marvelously secluded beach to begin fucking each other violently.

The pair were made for sex. Thanks to his personal trainer, Thomas was in peak shape with the endurance to show for it. He stood 6’2" and was hung with the sculpted 9 inch cock he was currently plunging into Emily’s tight pink pussy. Emily had spent a teenaged years as a repressed nerdy girl, hiding her sexy body under average clothes and unstylish glasses. Her hormones pent up without release until she finally discovered sex in college. She was immediately addicted, and left a half dozen exhausted ex-boyfriends behind before her mind was thoroughly blown by her now husband. Tom gave Emily two orgasms before they finally came together.

A half an hour later, the pair were enjoying the fruit Emily had foraged as the sun set over the water. "These are better than mangoes," Emily said with a blush, knowing she was making herself messy from the tough flesh of the sweet, juicy fruit. Emily had remained naked while Thomas had put his pants back on. Her large, pillowy breasts were dripping with juice from the messy fruit.

"We should probably be more careful," Thomas said. He was slightly less messy than Emily, but his fingers were definitely soaked with juice.

"Careful?"

"Just... no telling how long it’ll be till we’re rescued. We don’t have any supplies. Or... birth control."

Emily blushed, pulling her shoulders back shyly. "We’ll be okay for a few days," she assured him, knowing her own body pretty well. "but..." Thomas saw her toes curl. He knew his girl well. He knew she was thinking something intensely sexual.

"Turned you on, didn’t it?"

Emily nodded.

Thomas crawled over to his naked, juice-soaked wife. "Unprotected... fertile..."

"M... maybe we’re the last people on earth... maybe we need to repopulate..."

Thomas tilted his head, "Our own little island of incestual lust, is that what’s in your head?"

Emily’s face couldn’t be redder, her eyes looking up from her downturned face, "Don’t tease..."

Thomas caressed the underside of Emily’s soft, supple breast. The juice was smooth and slippery, lubricating the glide of his fingertips to her erect nipple. Emily’s breasts where the American dream, as big as coconuts but lighter than clouds, and were accentuated by Emily’s petite frame. It wasn’t only the size that drove men mad, it was the way they moved. Emily’s chest bounced as the slightest provocation, and she had gotten quite skilled as encouraging it. Before Tom, she could get anything she wanted from any man, but now all she wanted was for Tom’s lust for her to never end. She inhaled sharply as Tom’s fingertips rubbed her nipple just right. She felt herself submit completely, and her body language began begging. The lovers fucked until they passed out.

The second morning began with a foraged breakfast followed by a short exploration of the island. Intent to stay naked, Emily tied her bikini to a tree to mark their starting point, and they set out to circumnavigate the soft sandy island. They found a few cases washed ashore from the yacht which not the least of which included a compass and some matches. By midday, they reached a northern crest which exposed a massive lagoon fed by a fresh-water waterfall. The lovers ignored paradise for long enough to extinguish the denial of their thirst, and drank greedily from the cascading falls.

"Oh god," gasped Emily. "I didn’t want to say it. I was so thirsty but I didn’t want to think about there being no water.

Thomas just watched Emily as she sat in the falls, feet dipped in the deep blue lagoon as the crystal water poured over her long blond hair and perfect tits. He dropped his pants and lifted his lover to her feet to hold her close. Emily’s breasts squished as his shaft pressed firmly against the hot quivering lips of her pussy. Emily trembled and clung to her lover, feeling her head against his heartbeat.

It took a few moments before either lover noticed it. The initial thoughts assumed they were standing on uneven ground, but logic crept into the picture slowly.

"Are... you taller?" Emily asked timidly.

Normally, Emily rested her head comfortably on Thomas’ shoulder, but presently she was chest level. It was the difference of six inches.

"How..." started Thomas, as he looked down into his wife’s eyes.

Emily looked back at him, confused, uncertain, a little scared.

"I’m smaller." Emily confessed. "Your... your pants still fit don’t they? I... I..." Emily gulped and clung to her husband. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. It was overwhelming. Unearthly. Amidst it all, they were still naked, still in love, and Thomas felt Emily’s toes curling next to his.

The sex was very interesting. The uncertainty and confusion couldn’t contain their ever-present lust for each other. Thomas’ handled Emily very gently, as if she was somehow more fragile than usual. Emily’s normally subtle acceptance of the submissive roll was replaced with an almost virgin trepidation - a deep-set need to trust Thomas with her very heart and soul. Emily’s heart was pounding, and she could feel that Thomas’ was as well. It was as if they were discovering each other’s bodies for the first time all over again.

They orgasmed once each. Emily came first. She felt so vulnerable and exposed that Thomas’ penetration caused her to orgasmed to a degree that left her too sensitive to continue. She then proceeded to give Tom head. She knew what Tom liked, seeing her eyes looking up at him, feeling his cock between her perfect breasts, but something about her eyes right now sent Tom over the edge much harder and faster than usual, and he quickly covered Emily’s face and breasts with his thick, gooey seed.

The couple was too mindblown to do anything sexual after that for the rest of the day. They got cleaned up, then returned to the recovered flotsam to discover some fishing supplies. Thomas failed to catch anything before nightfall, so the two ate more of Emily’s foraged fruits, and built a tiny campfire as it grew dark.

On the dawn of the third day, Thomas woke to see Emily’s footprints leading back towards the lagoon. Figuring she just went for a morning wash-up, he followed them. He found Emily under the waterfall, hugging her knees tightly to her well endowed chest. She looked at him with huge blue eyes as he approached.

"Hun...? Is everything okay?"

Emily hid her face in her knees first, then stood, timidly. She held her hands clasped in front bashfully, which squished her breasts between her arms. Thomas couldn’t even grasp what he saw before he got close enough to touch her.

Emily was a teenager. She trembled shyly, letting her husband touch her 15 year old body just to believe it. Her breasts were a little smaller, but in proportion to her body they still seemed as huge as they ever were. Emily shivered terribly from Tom’s touch. Her toes curled.

"How is this happening?" Tom asked. He was naked, but not aroused. He was only concerned as he took his wife’s shoulders and pulled her close, the warm waterfall pouring over their bodies.

"I, I don’t know," Emily shivered in Tom’s grasp and didn’t stop. "Maybe it’s something in the fruit here... I... I..." Her skinny hips started to wiggle involuntarily. She was barely 5’ tall now, and Tom felt her arousal drip onto his thigh and trickle down to his knee. The scent was heavenly.

Tom felt guilty about his gradually stiffening cock, but Emily responded with desperate need. She clung to him harder, humping his thigh. Her tiny fingernails dug into his skin. "It’s like... hormones all over again..." she cried. "I can’t take it... I... I can’t... I can’t..." her voice was mousy and cute.

Tom lifted Emily up onto a rock outcropping so she sat, thighs struggling between parting with lust and closing tight with shyness. Her body was young but intensely sexual. Her hips were still curved from her tiny, skinny tummy and her breasts still bounced with that magic that could melt any man’s heart. Tom’s cock ached as he stroked it before he used his hands instead to part Emily’s trembling knees.

Emily’s pussy was pink and smooth. A sexual creature by nature, Emily had always kept shaved, but this was something else entirely. Every inch of Emily’s already healthy skin was revitalized to youthful perfection. Emily’s labia glowed an angelic shade of pink Tom never knew possible. Tom found himself biting his lip with confused trepidation before his teenaged wife grabbed his arm with her tiny hand.

"It’s me," Emily promised. Her eyes were shy and scared, but stern. "Tom... please..." she began to tear up. "I’m still me. I’m still a grown up. Please, Tom..."

Tom inched closer, watching Emily’s tiny toes curl. Her body moved in every way it always did. Tom knew he couldn’t ever resist Emily. He touched her face and kissed her hard. Emily burst into tears, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Tom picked her up by her hips - she was nearly weightless, and plunged his thick cock into that perfect pink pussy. Emily screamed sharply, but refused to relax her grip on Tom’s body.

"Yes... yes... fuck me... fuck me..." gasped the trembling teenaged Emily as Tom tried to cope with the overwhelming feeling of a teenaged pussy. Emily never felt more desperate in all her life, between the sensation of hormones and the fear of Tom’s disapproval she would do anything to keep things just like this. As Tom’s muscular arms started to guide her skinny hips up and down on his magnificent shaft, Emily felt her soul open to Tom in a way she never imagined.

"Fuck me... fuck me... please... oh god... oh god..." Emily repeated in a timid whisper, gasping each time Tom pushed her hips downward onto his cock. "Fuck me... oh god... please... oh god... oh god..."

Before long, Tom had forgotten about Emily’s predicament and he found his stride. Emily noticed. Not since things were safe on the yacht had Tom really been Tom, but she felt it. She felt him not worrying. She felt him relaxing. Even their first night on the island hadn’t been normal, but something magic was happening.

"Oh Tom... " moaned Emily. Her tiny body relaxed suddenly, and she let herself fuck Tom back. "Tom... oh god Tom..."

Tom sat upon the rocks, and Emily used her tummy and hips to fuck Tom’s beautiful cock. She touched her skinny teenaged tummy and realized how sexy it really was. She began lifting her hips up to let her body drop onto Tom’s cock, a move that bounced her breasts amazingly and rammed Tom’s cock against her cervix. She cried out with each thrust, becoming addicted to the innocent sound of her voice. Her orgasm came as a complete surprise, and she gushed onto Tom’s unprepared cock. Tom, usually able to hold back for a few more rounds, was caught off-guard and came rather softly, soaking Emily’s tiny pink cunt with white cream. Emily’s tiny hands were pressed to Tom’s chest as she caught her breath and simply enjoyed the feeling of the huge member deep inside her body. Her wits returning, Emily noticed a strange sensation that she wasn’t able to put her finger on in the throes of passion. Her clit had been rubbing against Tom’s bare, hairless skin.

"It... it’s happening to you, too..." Emily pointed out. Her tiny hand touched the smooth skin that had so recently been so manly.

"I know," was all Tom replied.

Though Tom was still about the same height and girth, both he and Emily were smooth from the neck down - not a hair on either body.

Tom’s cock had only slightly relaxed, kept content by the heat of Emily’s cunt. Emily leaned forward and kissed Tom’s smooth yet chiseled chest.

"I like this," Emily confessed.

"You do?" Tom whispered back.

"Its... its hard to explain..."

Tom stroked Emily’s silky blond hair. "Its okay hun."

"I... always wished I discovered sex younger."

"Yeah?"

"Y... yeah..."

"How come?"

"C... cuz... I... I wondered how it would feel. If it would feel better. If it would feel different. I wondered if I wouldn’t have been so lonely..."

"You were lonely?"

She nodded.

"Cuz of..." Tom paused, and didn’t finish.

Emily nodded.

They were silent for a while, lost in the sound of the waterfall pouring into the lagoon.

"Tommy... would you still fuck me if... if..."

Emily paused slightly. Tom could think of quite a few worries on Emily’s mind but he was mostly sure the answer was the same.

"Yes," Tom answered confidently. "As long as you’re you, I’ll fuck you no matter what happens."

Tom’s cock began to swell inside Emily’s tight tiny pussy. She wiggled her entire body, feeling her own fluids mix with the load of seed that filled her teenage cunt. Her heart pounded and her toes curled, but she needed to finish her question. She looked up at Tom with a shy blush and smile. "...if I c... called you Daddy?"

The sudden throb of Tom’s cock answered the question before Tom could even speak. Tom grinned, it hadn’t ever crossed his mind before, but he could see so clearly how intensely important this was to Emily, and he certainly didn’t MIND the idea.

Tom sat up and growled into Emily’s ear. "Is that what you want baby girl?"

Emily squeaked mousilly, feeling her tiny heart start to race. "Yes, Daddy."

Tom’s cock stiffened quickly, and he lifted Emily up only to plop her down in the sand. "You want Daddy to fuck you, princess?" he teased, "Is that it?"

Emily’s heart was ready to burst she was so happy. She needed this. She couldn’t even fathom how long she needed this. Everything. Being little, having a Daddy, trusting him, loving him - it was all so perfect. She nodded, and squealed shyly as the tip of Tom’s cock kissed her tiny cummy cunny.

"I love you, Daddy, oh god... ohgod ohgod..." Emily felt her tummy fill with butterflies.

"I love you, too, Emily." Tom pushed into Emily, causing her teenaged voice to moan musically.

"Oh godd..." moaned Emily. "Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod-yeesssss! Daddyyyyyy!"

Tom managed to catch some fish later that day. They still ate some fruit, but decided to search the island for other things to eat - just in case.

 

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