Alaina was gone hunting, as Laulaia stretched her soft body next to mine. As had become her habit over this last month, or so, Laulaia snuggled tightly up against me, while my arms wrapped her slender body tightly. I’d always slept holding my wife, and somehow Laulaia had slid into filling that empty position in my heart.
“Morning, Steffan,” Laulaia yawned, greeting me. Moving her hands, she gently caressed mine; which were gently caressing and kneading her breasts endlessly; before turning over and laying on her back. Stretching, while unabashedly yawning opening, Laulaia ended up relaxing on her back with her arms crossed beneath her head. Lazing one leg across mine, she brazenly opened the other, forming a wide “V” with them, exposing her whole body for me. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, basking in the early morning sunlight, and enjoying my caress.
For the first time, in a long time, I felt a warm tingle growing between my legs. For years, the doctors have had me on medication for my heart and blood pressure, and one of the side effects of that medication was an end of my male libido – not that that mattered, since my wife was sick, and I was faithful to her alone. Then, after washing up on the island here, the pain and agony in my ribs and side was enough to wash away any sort of amorous thoughts…
…But, all those obstacles were gone now. I haven’t had any pills for the past month, and during that time, my side and bruising has healed considerably. I’m still a little stiff, and it still hurts me to have to bend over very far, but I’m not a dead man – and someone would have to be a dead man not to respond to a beauty like the one sprawled out relaxing beside me.
Full, round breasts. Tiny waist. Perfectly cushioned hips. Soft, creamy skin – even now, she had to avoid too much exposure to the sun, or else she’d burn. Laulaia was, without a doubt, one of the softest, most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. With her long golden hair splayed out around her, it highlighted her, making me think of the golden aura of an angel. No man, unless perhaps he enjoyed the favors of other men over women, could ever be able to gaze upon her as she lay this morning, and not think, “Some great artist needs to capture the beauty of this flawless creature, and preserve it for posterity!”
Propping my arm beneath my head, so I could bask in the view of such a beauty in the morning’s sun, I gently ran my other hand from breast to breast, then down her stomach to caress between her legs and her inner thighs, before bringing it back up to repeat the pattern again and again. Completely at ease with my touch, Laulaia simply smiled slightly and never even opened her eyes.
“You know,” I mentioned, almost regretfully, as I slowly stroked and enjoyed her body, “we can’t remain here forever. We’ve been here for over a month now, and haven’t seen any sign of other people either on the ocean, island, or sky. Unless you girls plan on living here, on this forsaken beach, for the rest of your lives, we’re going to have to try and rescue ourselves somehow.”
“And how should we do that,” Laulaia asked, moaning softly as I gently caressed my fingers around the edges of the slit between her legs. “Build a boat?”
“That could be one idea,” I confirmed. “But, I’d like to save it as a last resort. I don’t think any of us knows much about ship building, and since I swim like a rock…” Shrugging my shoulders, I didn’t bother to say anymore. Enjoying the peaceful silence, I let my fingers gently explore in and out Laulaia’s moist womanly cave, as I gathered my thoughts.
Once again, I found myself astonished at how exotic and erotic both the girls were. Somehow, both Alaina and Laulaia were still just as smooth and hairless as the first day I’d saw their naked bodies on the island. In the beginning, I thought both were simply well shaven — many women are, when going to the beach, or elsewhere, where they might wear a bikini — but to still be hairless from the neck down, after all this time, must be natural for them.
And that was something I found extremely puzzling; I couldn’t put a finger on their nationality. Laulaia’s pale skin, blue eyes, full breasts, and golden hair, gave the impression of Icelandic heritage. But the slant to her eyes and the oval shape to her face suggested Oriental heritage. Yet, best as I could tell, both girls were probably raised beside the African coast. Their whole background was puzzling.
As if their appearance wasn’t enough to baffle someone, their beliefs and actions were just as strange. Neither girl had any clue what a kiss was — one’s breath was sacred to them, after all. Both found my endless obsession with their breasts utterly amusing — to them, they were just another part of the body, like a foot. Neither really viewed them as sexual organs. I could caress Laulaia’s nipples all day long, and she wouldn’t be any more aroused than if I stroked her fingers for an hour.
However, if the girls were “dead” from the waist up, they were just the opposite in the other direction. Caressing between Laulaia’s legs, she’s one of the most sensitive women I’ve ever touched. Just a few minutes of what I’d consider warming foreplay, is enough to have her squirming and wiggling her hips. Usually, with no more than about five minutes of focused attention, she’s trembling and softly reaching climax. Hell, even my old-man erection could last longer than that!
And, as if that’s not enough, I’ve also found out the girl’s back sides are just as responsive. Apparently, neither considers a woman’s breasts to be sexual, but their ass is. The way they seem to view it, is, “the back is for pleasure, the front for procreation”. I guess condoms aren’t something they ever see where they’re from, so the only safe sex is anal sex.
Which, all in all, makes them utterly foreign and exotic to me. It’s hard enough figuring normal women out. I doubt I’ll ever learn how to deal with the two, properly.
As I was musing over my thoughts — I’d completely forgotten about thinking of ways to get off the island — Laulaia moaned softly. Biting her lower lip adorably, her whole body trembled. Taking, and holding a deep breath, warm womanly cream leaked from her legs, oozing between my fingers as her inner muscles tightened and released rhythmically.
“Thank you,” she sighed, as her taunt body relaxed. Opening her eyes, she softly beamed a smile as she gently stared into my face, basking in the afterglow.
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Grinning, I ignored the warning twinge in my ribs, and leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. Like usual, Laulaia didn’t return it, but she also didn’t refuse it. Stretching, I eased up and offered a hand out to her.
Smiling, Laulaia slowly reached up and took it. “Wait there,” she demanded, after I gently helped tug her to her feet. Swaying seductively, Laulaia sauntered over to the small shelter and eased inside it. Most nights now, we’d be sleeping inside the small frame, but last night the moon was so brilliant, we went to sleep on the sand. A moment later, she came out, carrying a small cloth and a glove full of water.
“Hold still,” Laulaia laughed happily. Dipping the small rag – a tattered piece torn from one of the layers of the ball gown she’d been wearing when I’d first saw her – in to the water in the glove, she slowly used it to wipe all the sand from my back. Giggling as she remoistened the rag – the closest thing we had to a “bath” here on the island – she took several moments to wash and rub across my buttocks and groin.
“Your turn,” Laulaia beamed, holding out the rag and gloveful of water out to me. When I took them, she stretched with her arms reaching for the key, and closed her eyes.
Sighing, I dipped the cloth back into water in the glove, and took my time washing over her torso. Starting at her face, I slowly worked my way down her neck, across the top of her breasts, and under her arms. Spending a few extra moments to re-dip the rag, I gently scrubbed the dirt from under her arms, before spending almost a full minute to caress and bathe all around, across, and under her breasts. Another remoisturing of the rag, and slowly worked my way down to her groin, where I spent another full minute washing and bathing her inner thighs and midsection.
Laulaia moaned again, quivering once more from my attention to perfection, but she never opened her eyes or lowered her arms. Using the opportune from her near state of arousal, I moistened the cloth once again and slowly worked my way around her hips. Barely caressing her buttocks with the damp cloth was enough to make her leak sweet little groans, while she trembled and stretched even further to stand on her tippy toes.
Feeling warmth beginning to spread back into my own nether-regions, I leaned up tight behind her, and wrapped her in my arms. Squeezing softly, I gently caressed both her breasts in my hands – careful not to spill what remained of the precious fresh water which was still in the glove – and pushed my hips tight against her buttocks. Blowing gently in Laulaia’s ear was the final straw, as her whole body quivered and she slumped back down, resting all her slight weight in my arms.
“Beast,” Laulaia whispered, once again basking in a warm after-glow, from just my touch alone.
“I know,” I teased, “but you like it like…”
Barking and yipping interrupted me as Alaina and Shadow came bouncing back into the small campsite from hunting.
From almost the moment Laulaia heard the first yip, she half jumped out of my arms and rushed for the small shelter which we normally slept in. Hurriedly sliding back into my old shirt – the only thing which she’s worn at all for the last month or so – she acted almost like a young teenager whose mother had just caught her necking and making out with the neighbor’s kid.
“Here.” Hurrying back out, she rushed to help me back into my poor, worn boxers.
Holding out the glove and cloth to her, I turned to look back at Alaina. “Catch anything this morning?”
“Shadow caught beast,” Alaina told me, beaming a brilliant smile. Holding up a seaweed covered piece of driftwood, I could almost instantly imagine what she was talking about.
Barking happily, Shadow jumped and tried to bite it from her grasp.
“I can tell,” I laughed. “It seems ferocious.”
Staring at both Alaina and Shadow, it was amazing how much the two of them had changed as well in just a single short month. Alaina’s pure red hair was now sun-bleached to an almost pinkish hue, and it had grown out long enough to already go past the nape of her neck. Unused to filling hair on her neck, Alaina had developed an unconscious habit of reaching back and lifting it for the wind, which highlighted her naked curves perfectly.
Skin already tanned from the beginning; Alaina was now a golden-bronze from head to toe. In the whole time we’d been on the island, except for the first day, I’d never seen her wearing any actual clothes – and even then, all she had when she washed ashore was a simple loin cloth for a bottom. Even now, all she was “dressed” in was my belt, which she used to hang one of Laulaia’s hose from, and the slingshot I had made. Carrying a rough wooden spear, she looked every ounce of an Amazon warrioress to me.
As Alaina tossed Shadow’s “trophy” to the side, he immediately growled and pounced upon it. Even my poor little pup had changed somewhat during this time on the island. For starters, Shadow’s energy levels seemed much higher than they had been before. I guess having someone young to walk and chase after did him a world of good! His fur had grown out and was longer, and somehow – even though I knew it couldn’t be possible since he was already a full-grown dog – he seemed larger to me than I remembered from before. My little fellow has weighed about fifteen pounds (seven kilograms) for the last several years, but I’d swear he’s at least about half-again that much now!
Just as I was pontificating my thoughts about how much we’d all changed, Laulaia walked over to Alaina. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder, she leaned up and whispered something in her ear, before they both turned and swift walked off into the shelter of the tree line.
“Oh… Shit.” My heart did a flip in my chest, watching them go off together. Two women, feuding about a man, goes off to be along together… I may not know the ending to that story, but I do know it probably doesn’t bode well for the man.
Biting my fingernails, I picked up one of the loose spears laying nearby. Going to the shed we slept in, I grabbed up my knife and sat down in the shade of the small shelter. Whittling the spear, I proceeded to work on making myself a toothpick, one worrisome stroke after another.
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Laulaia and Alaina came back together about half an hour later. Laughing and nudging each other, they both were smiling brightly as Laulaia turned her attention to me and firmly declared, “Steffan, I gift you Alaina. She is yours now.”
“Mine?” Bewildered, I found myself blinking stupidly.
“Master,” Alaina pretended to curtsy towards me – which actually looks quite silly when one is butt naked!
“And you,” Laulaia laughed, turning her attention to Alaina, “shall forevermore be my sister.” Gripping Alaina firmly by the shoulders, Laulaia leaned forward, drew in a long breath, and then exhaled it directly into Alaina’s face.
Alaina breathed deeply in, and then firmly returned the grip on Laulaia’s shoulders. “And you,” Alaina loudly declared, “shall forevermore be my sister.” Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment and then breathed directly into Laulaia’s face.
“Since you are my sister’s master, you shall also by mine,” Laulaia told me, repeating the same bottomless curtsy. She might be wearing my shirt, but it looks almost as silly as wearing nothing, when trying to act all formal.
While the gears in my poor brain was slowly turning and trying to play catch up, both girls purposely strode the few steps necessary to close the gap between us. Both leaning in close to my face, they breathed in deeply together and then both exhaled on either side of my cheeks.
“We accept you as our husband.” Laulaia and Alaina spoke in unison, then laughed happily and hugged each other.
Did I just get two servant-wives??
My poor brain can’t comprehend what the hell just happened!