Shipwreck Leads to Sexual Journey Ch. 02

Chapter 6

It had been about eight months since they had been rescued from the island. Their story of surviving the disaster and their rescue briefly made some headlines before other events occurred, that natural cycle of news. What had happened on the island was kept a secret by the seven survivors.

The captain and his first mate, absolved of any responsibility in the shipwreck, moved on to work on another boat. Dave and Rachel were still a couple. Brad and his wife Leslie returned to their lavish lifestyle made possible by Brad's business. And Melissa continued to work as a receptionist and had just turned 20.

She, though, was struggling with "returning to normal." She still felt uncomfortable with a man who had been the first to fuck her. Her boss, though, treated her with the same respect and support that he had before the fateful cruise. Melissa wasn't dating anyone and tended to act aloof and distant if any young man attempted to take a conversation to date territory.

She often had trouble sleeping at night as her thoughts, dreams and fantasies drifted back to the days and sexual encounters on the island. She bought herself a small vibrator and often couldn't go to sleep until she had masturbated herself to orgasm. Her thoughts were filled with how she had been coerced into sex and then how she had willingly given her body to her male and female companions.

It was late on a Thursday afternoon and Melissa was about to leave work when her boss stopped by her desk.

"Hey, Mel," Brad said. "We're having some folks over to the house for drinks tomorrow night. Some friends and some business associates. Why don't you come by? You could make some contacts so maybe you could get out of this dead-end job."

He smiled at his joke.

"I'll think about it," she answered. She spent most of that evening with an angel and a devil on each shoulder, arguing and contemplating the decision. The fact she would be in a social setting with the man and wife who had been part of her sexual awakening was causing her to wonder about their intentions.

When she woke up, she looked in the mirror and decided that her fear and indecision was unfounded. "There will be other people there, I'm driving myself, I can leave when I want," she reasoned. "l'll drink a glass of wine and then leave. And maybe Brad's right, I'll make some contacts that could be helpful."

When she got to work she saw Brad when he came in and she told him her decision. "Great," he said. "It's basically from 7 to 9 but some folks might stay later. Nothing fancy, business casual."

After work Melissa went back to her apartment, took a shower and pondered what to wear. She decided on a light gray sheath dress with short sleeves and bare shoulder holes -- the current fashion trend.

She had never been to her boss' home. Her phone GPS guided her to the address. There were valet parkers. And the "home" was more like a mansion. She walked up the stone steps that split the circular drive and rang the doorbell. In a few minutes, Brad appeared. "Melissa," he said, smiling. "So glad you decided to come." He extended his hand and led her into the large sunken living room where the guests were gathered.

There were waiters circulating with trays of drinks and she selected a glass of white wine. Brad excused himself and Melissa watched him rejoin his wife Lorraine. Melissa noticed she was wearing a short white dress that hugged her sexy shape. Her tapered legs were accentuated by the short hemline and the high heels she was wearing. Melissa didn't think Lorraine's attire could be defined as "business casual." On the other hand, perhaps as the hostess she wanted to look her best.

Melissa stood to the side of the room and observed. There are about two dozen people and it appeared she was the only single -- and, it appeared, the youngest. Most of the guests seemed to be about the same age or maybe younger than the host and hostess, who she knew were in their late 30s.

After a couple of minutes, a few couples stopped by to introduce themselves and make small talk. Melissa had slowly sipped her wine; she was limiting herself to one glass. She glanced at her watch and noticed it was 7:45. She started to think about her exit strategy when Brad and Lorraine walked up. "Hey, before you go, we'd like to show you our house," Lorraine said.

The tour took about 30 minutes. Melissa was impressed by the layout, the décor, the classy elegance. As they walked past the master bedroom -- they didn't go inside, it was an off-hand "mention" -- Melissa had a sudden flash back to the island and the threesome she had shared with the couple. Her face flushed as she considered the sorts of sexual frolics Brad and Lorraine engaged in on the large bed that she noticed through the open door.

As they descended the staircase into the living room, it was empty. "Ah, I think everybody moved down to the lower level," Brad said. "We'll show you that and then if you want to leave, you can."

They descended a carpeted staircase and at the landing there was a large wooden door. Brad pulled it open and they walked down a short hallway, Melissa trailing her hosts.

Chapter 7

When she entered the room, Melissa gasped and stopped in her tracks. Other than about a five-foot hardwood surface around the walls of the room, the floor was covered with mattresses and pillows. The guests were all spread across that area; some were naked, some were down to lingerie and underwear.

"What ... the ... fuck," Melissa let out, her voice just above a whisper. Brad and Lorraine were at her side and Lorraine put her arm around her waist. Brad leaned close to her ear. "Sweetheart, we know you really dug what happened on the island," he whispered, his hot breath making her shiver. "We have these gatherings once a month or so. Everyone here is kind and gentle. Just go with the flow and enjoy it."

Melissa stiffened. She remembered Brad saying those exact words at the lagoon when he and his wife had drawn Melissa into their group sex world with an incredible threesome.

The light was low and diffused but Melissa could see that the other guests were engaged in various levels of foreplay. She felt a shiver go up her spine and faint tingling in her pussy.

Melissa was in a bit of a daze when she came back to reality. A woman was standing in front of her.

"Well, hello," she said. "I'm Amanda. And you are ...?"

"This is Melissa," Lorraine said, a sparkle in her eyes. "She works in Brad's office. She was with us on our ill-fated cruise."

Amanda reached out her hand and Melissa mechanically did the same. As they shook hands, Amanda clasped her other hand over Melissa's, rubbing it lightly. "I saw you earlier but didn't get a chance to say hello. Welcome to our little group, hon."

Amanda was about Melissa's height. She was wearing a light green camisole and thong panties. The color was a perfect compliment to her red hair which styled in a sassy bob. Her hazel eyes were sparkling as she stared at Melissa -- who suddenly realized that Brad and Lorraine had moved away.

Still holding Melissa's hand, Amanda maneuvered her against the wall and then lifted that hand above Melissa's head and placed it against the wall. She did the same with her other arm.

"Don't move," she said, her eyes still boring into Melissa's.

Amanda's hands traced over Melissa's face, her fingertips and manicured nails barely brushing over the skin. They moved along her hairline, down past her ears, her jawbone, her cheeks. Her index finger traced over Melissa's full lips, slightly parting them. She then leaned in and kissed Melissa. At first, she kept her lips together, but Amanda's tongue kept flicking and pushing until Melissa moaned and her mouth opened. Amanda's tongue eagerly invaded the moist, warm cavern.

Melissa started to drop her arms, but Amanda sensed the movement and used her hands to push them back into place. She broke the kiss briefly and Melissa realized Amanda wanted complete control.

The kiss resumed, and this time Melissa's tongue became a more active participant. Amanda gave a purr of satisfaction and her hands moved down to cup Melissa's breasts through her dress. Melissa's nipples were already hardening, and Amanda's caresses were speeding the process.

Their lip lock alternated between intense and soft with Amanda dictating the difference. Melissa's heart was pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as the experienced woman engaged in her sensual foreplay.

One of Amanda's hands slipped down Melissa's leg and used her fingers to gather up her dress to her waist. She moved her other hand down to Melissa's left leg. "Hmmmmm, thigh highs," Amanda murmured. "Sexy."

Amanda's hand moved up above the stockings to the smooth flesh and then continued up to Melissa's crotch. She lightly brushed her hand across it and Melissa broke free from Amanda's lips to let loose a moan/sigh. "Oh my ... what are you doing to me?" She knew the answer to the question. She felt Amanda's hand travel over her mound to her other leg and move down her thigh to the top of that stocking.

Melissa still had her arms above her head as if they were pinned to the wall. Amanda broke off the kiss but then kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe. Then Amanda removed her hands from where they had been and let Melissa's skirt slide back down her legs. She reached up and took both of the young women's wrists and pulled her to the edge of the hard wood floor and moved behind her.

By now, the orgy was in full swing. Over 20 naked bodies were on the mattresses and pillows with a variety of combinations and couplings. She spotted both Brad and Lorraine; they were each hooked up -- Brad with a petite blonde who had a gymnast's body and Lorraine was stroking the large cock of a slim black man.

Amanda leaned close to Melissa, who could feel her firm breasts pressing against her back. "My husband's out there somewhere," she said. "He's probably face down in some babe's pussy by now." Right after saying that, she pulled her camisole over her head and pushed her thong down and off her legs.

"Here, hon, let me help you." Her fingers clasped the zipper on the back of Melissa's dress followed by the sound of the zipper's journey down to its destination. Amanda pushed the dress off Miranda's shoulders and down her arms, tugging it until it pooled at her feet.

Despite most of the others in the room being involved with their partners, several had their eyes on Melissa as she stood in her bra, panties and thigh highs. Amanda unsnapped the bra and pulled it away, exposing her full firm breasts. Next, she tugged her panties down her legs. Amanda knelt to help Melissa step out of the clothing puddled on the floor and slipped off her heels. She was naked but for her light gray thigh highs and their presence only accentuated her desirability.

Amanda reached around and cupped Melissa's mound and felt the heat and moisture. "MMMM, yes, you're warmed up," she said. "Let's go have some fun."

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Amanda took Melissa's hand and led her to where Brad and Lorraine were advancing their foreplay. Brad was suckling on the blonde's pert breasts while Lorraine was fellating the black man.

"Hey guys," Amanda said. "I think I'm gonna circulate." And with that, she moved off, leaving Melissa standing somewhat awkwardly. Lorraine pulled her mouth from the man's cock and Brad broke away from the blonde's breasts. His cock was erect and laying against his flat stomach.

"Hey, Mel ... why don't you join us? My cock is lonely," he said with a smile.

Melissa's legs felt shaky and she knelt between Brad's legs. The blonde scrambled down to join her. "Hi, I'm Lori," she said with a sparkling smile. "Can I help?"

Lorraine had straddled her partner in reverse-cowgirl fashion and was slowly riding his cock. "My, my Brad," she purred. "Two lovelies working on your cock. Hope you survive."

Lori grabbed the base of Brad's cock and pulled it upright. Melissa felt a chill up her spine at what she was about to do. There were moans and whispered sexy comments around the room as foreplay and sex acts were in full swing.

Lori gave Brad's cock a squeeze and a pearl of precum appeared at its tip. Melissa leaned her head down and she extended her tongue, the soft, wet tip flicked at the drop of precum and then swirled around Brad's swollen cock head. His rod jerked at the sensual contact and he moaned deep in his throat.

"MMMMMM, that's hot," Lori murmured. She leaned closer to Brad's cock, her tongue swirling at the shaft just above her hand and then licking near the top where it joined Melissa's tongue. The tongues danced and licked over the swollen purple knob of Brad's throbbing cock.

"Mother fuck," he growled, his stomach muscles rippling as he thrust his groin upward.

"My, my dear," Lorraine purred as she continued to rock on her partner's rigid phallus. The man's hands were fondling her pendulous breasts. "Your cock looks like it's about to explode."

The sultry voice of his wife was more than enough for Brad to give in. Lori could feel the surge and her hand gripped and stroked the bottom half of his rod as the spunk started to fly. The mouths of both young women were perfectly positioned as the milky cum started spurting. They captured some of it in their mouths, but a considerable amount bathed their faces.

"Bravo," Lorraine said, softly clapping at the performance. Then in more of a growling voice she looked over her shoulder at her partner. "OK, stud, I'm gonna dismount and lay down so you can lay some pipe and fuck me silly."

Melissa straightened up and sat back on her haunches. Her hand reached up to wipe some of the cum off her face, but Lori grabbed her wrist. "Here, let me. Don't waste it." Her pointed tongue started to lick and lap at the jizz that had landed on Melissa's face. That task completed, she looked at her new friend and said, "Your turn."

Melissa leaned forward and let her tongue move over Lori's face to capture the semen that had splashed there. She got a whiff of perfume that was intoxicating. Then she felt both of Lori's hands cupping her full breasts.

"Gawd, you are so sexy," Lori whispered, her eyes closed. "I love coming here because there's always such a variety, but I don't know if I've seen someone my age that is as beautiful and sexy as you."

She followed that comment by kissing Melissa fully on the lips and slipping her tongue inside Melissa's mouth. Each could taste the salty residue of the cum they had collected. Lori fondled Melissa's breasts, flicking her rock-hard nipples with her thumbs. Melissa returned the favor. Lori had small A-cup breasts, but her nipples were prominent and nearly half an inch long. Melissa's fingers teased and twirled the erogenous nubs, eliciting a throaty moan from her playmate.

Lori broke the deep soul kiss and looked into Melissa's eyes. "Let's play." And with that she pulled Melissa down on to the pillows. Melissa glanced to her right and noticed that Lorraine was deep in her fuck session with the black man, her legs wrapped tightly around his back as he plowed his cock into her. She looked to her left and saw Brad was with what appeared to be an Asian woman; they were fucking doggy style. Brad was still hard thanks to the little blue pill he had taken.

Lori took charge, kissing and nibbling all around Melissa's face, nuzzling her ears and licking her neck with her active tongue. She continued her oral ministrations down her neck, across her upper chest until she captured the pert nipple on Melissa's right breast. To reciprocate, Melissa's hands were cupping and kneading Lori's firmly muscled ass cheeks. Her fingers were close to Lori's slit and could detect moist and warmth.

"Ahhhh, lover, you've got me so hot," Lori said as she broke away from suckling the breast flesh. "Let's grind."

Melissa was confused momentarily but soon discovered her partner's intentions. Lori pulled Melissa's leg over her leg so that their crotches were touching. Melissa immediately could feel Lori's pubic bone and vaginal lips touching her own. Lori started to rock back and forth, rubbing her sex against Melissa's in a fucking motion. Both pussies were wet enough that the contact soon became slick and sensual. Melissa shivered when the two clits came in contact.

Lori had her face buried in Melissa's neck, kissing and sucking and moaning as her partner's hair swished when she shook her head in pleasure. Both women had their hands grasping the other's ass cheeks, seeking to pull the two pleasure centers as close together as possible.

Melissa's eyes were closed as she experienced scissoring for the first time. Instead of a soft, sensual mouth on her clit and vaginal lips, the same equipment -- another woman's -- was providing a different and exciting sensation.

"Mind if I watch?" Lorraine apparently had completed her coupling and was in relaxation mode. She laid on her side, her head propped up.

Lori then decided to alter the positions. She rolled Melissa on her back, grabbed her left ankle, and raised her leg before mounting her and grinding her pussy aggressively on Melissa's. The angle of attack changed the sensation for both.

"I love scissoring," Lorraine said as she stroked Melissa's hair with her free hand ... which then moved down to cup Melissa's right breast.

"Aaawwww gaaawd," Lori moaned. "This is so good ... your pussy is so wet and hot. MMMMM. YESSSSS. Fuck me back. Grind your pussy against mine. ... THAT'S IT. RIGHT THERE. UMMMMM YESSSSS."

Lori's body stiffened and she froze with her crotch pushed against Melissa's, who also was cresting for her first orgasm of the evening. Lorraine sensed that her young friend was close and leaned over to capture her nipple in her mouth, nipping it with her teeth while the tip of her tongue whipped over the erect pleasure bud.

"UMMMM ... AAAAAHHH ... YESSSSSSS. SOOOOO GOOD."

Lori rolled off Melissa and landed on her back between Lorraine's splayed legs, her head resting between her voluptuous breasts as Lorraine laid back and propped her head on a pillow.

"You sexy little minx," she said, her hands tweaking Lori's turgid nipples. "You certainly gave our young friend a good time."

Chapter 9

Post-orgasm, Melissa was a bit self-conscious when the realization hit her that she was naked in a room with other naked people who were all having sex. Her experiences on the island after the shipwreck had certainly changed her views on sexuality but that education had been placed on hold until now.

Melissa's eyes were closed in her post-orgasm bliss and she could feel her pussy mound quivering slightly.

"Here she is, the one I told you about."

Melissa opened her eyes to see Amanda and another man. Both were naked.

"This is my husband Joe; Joe, this is Amanda."

"Hi," Joe said, then turning to his wife. "Good lord, you sure know how to pick out the hottest women." What he didn't say but was thinking was that Melissa was the youngest woman he had encountered at one of these parties and that had his libido firing on all cylinders.

Melissa smiled and said hello. Her two new friends then laid down on either side of her. "Looks like you just had a big cum," Amanda said, noticing the shiny juices on her mound. She then nuzzled Melissa's ear and whispered, "Joe and I would like to help you have another one."

Joe's hand was languidly cupping and massaging Melissa's right breast, toying with the hard nipple bud in a gentle fashion. Amanda leaned over and kissed her; Melissa's mouth fell open and soon both women were engaged in a deep, hot soul kiss.

Melissa felt two hands sliding down and over her torso, softly caressing and teasing. Then both were at the juncture of her thighs. Joe's larger and rougher finger and Amanda's smaller and softer one was each rubbing and teasing Melissa's already wet vagina. Her hips bucked at the different sensations from the two digits.