Lost Paradise (The Savages of the Blue Lagoon)

23. Chapter 23

Chapter 23

After that duel, I'm seething with frustration at Foster. He didn't need to prove his dominance by engaging in that macho showdown with Astro. We all know Astro's a bit of a loose cannon, and Foster's actions only served to stoke the flames of conflict unnecessarily.

As I watch the others around the campfire, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames, I can't shake the feeling that something fundamental is shifting within us. The longer we remain stranded on this island, cut off from the trappings of civilization, the more I see us shedding the veneer of our civilized selves and embracing the primal instincts that lie dormant within us.

It's a sobering realization, one that fills me with a strange mix of horror and fascination. On the one hand, the thought of succumbing to our baser instincts, of abandoning the rules and conventions that govern society, is deeply unsettling. But on the other hand, there's a raw, primal energy coursing through our veins, a sense of liberation that comes from casting off the shackles of civilization and embracing our true nature.

I find myself torn between these conflicting emotions, unsure of whether to cling to the remnants of my civilized upbringing or to embrace the untamed wilderness that surrounds us.

In the end, perhaps it's not a question of right or wrong but of survival.

My eyes brighten as I watch Jack join us, followed by Astro, his presence a welcome relief amidst the tension that hangs thick in the air. As much as I can’t stand the bastard, I’m glad he decided to join us. Foster gives him a brief nod to acknowledge him back in the pack.

I shrug off Zane’s sweatshirt and rise to my feet, extending it towards Astro. We were all stranded with nothing but the clothes on our backs, and his were stripped away by the savages.

“Here,” I offer, holding the garment out to him, my voice laced with a begrudging attempt at civility. But even as I speak, my gaze is drawn to the imposing figure before me, my eyes lingering on the sinewy muscles that ripple beneath his bronzed, inked skin. Trying hard to be respectful, but I already noticed the monster cock he possesses.

Watching him and Foster lock horns in battle was a sight to behold. His raw power and athleticism are undeniable despite my reservations about the man.

But Astro merely glances at the sweatshirt before dismissing it with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "I don't need it," he replies, his tone curt as he turns away from me.

"I'm going to wash in the lagoon," he announces, his voice uncharacteristically subdued.

As I watch his muscular form disappear into the jungle, a pang of admiration stirs within my core. Despite our differences, there’s no denying the primal allure of the man, his rugged masculinity a stark reminder of the harsh reality of our existence in this untamed wilderness. And as he vanishes from sight, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him intimately.

Then, the reminder of his arrogant mouth slaps me straight back into reality.

No, I do not need to know what sex would be like with Astro Doukas. It’ll probably be all about him anyway. He takes but will never give.

I turn my attention to Byron and Foster discussing possibilities of the invisible border and smile, wondering what it might be like to have sex with both of them at the same time.

“It could just be superstitions or taboos,” Foster muses.

“That theory isn’t a bad one. If the cannibals have deeply ingrained superstitions or taboos regarding certain areas of the island, believing them to be cursed or inhabited by malevolent spirits,” Byron says thoughtfully. “But there’s that ancient sacrificial temple. Why would they abandon it? It would have been deemed as something sacred to them.”

“Could it be that the cannibals' culture may dictate that certain areas of the island are sacred or off-limits?” Zane joins in .

Jack brings over a coconut shell bowl filled with diced papaya fruit and silently offers it to me. I smile and thank him and watch him walk towards the shore. I want to join him, but he’s very much a person who prefers solitude over company.

Instead, I dip my fingers into the bowl and eat the sweet, juicy fruit as I listen to the others talk about the daunting phenomenon of the invisible border.

“….respecting these beliefs, they may avoid crossing into these sacred territories out of reverence or fear of retribution from their deities,” Byron suggests.

Astro soon emerges from the shadows, his skin glistening under the luminous glow of the moonlight and the flickering warmth of the fire. Every inch of mud and paint has been washed away, leaving him bare and exposed, his flesh seemingly radiant in the ethereal light.

Water droplets cascade from his taut muscles, tracing a mesmerizing path down his bronzed, tattooed skin. His brown hair, tousled and damp, frames his chiseled features, accentuating the rugged allure of his appearance. He embodies a vision of masculine perfection, a living embodiment of strength and vitality.

Four words: Astro is fucking hot.

I get a damn good eyeful of him, and holy shit. Wow!

Heat rushes up my cheeks as I look away.

Envy stirs within me, a gnawing sensation that twists inside me. Astro moves with confidence among us, which I can only dream of. He seems comfortable in his own skin, and somehow, I now feel almost overdressed in front of him. But I’m still shackled by the constraints of modesty and societal norms.

“Do you plan on dressing yourself?” Zane asks.

“Feel free to lend me your clothes,” Astro says. “Otherwise, when in Rome applies, here.”

He stares at me, and I can't help but feel that redness fill my cheeks. Maybe I admire him in some odd way.

“Are you offended?” he asks, but the sly smirk on his face tells me that he knows I’m enjoying watching him like this.

“No, it’s not your fault they stole your clothes. I offered you Zane’s sweatshirt.”

“I don’t think it’s my upper body Zane is frustrated about.”

“Look, mate,” Foster interjects before Zane can retort some sly comeback. “I can give you my boxer briefs, but I don’t think you’d want to wear days- old underwear.”

“Keep your minging underwear,” Astro mutters, still irritated with Foster.

He sits down on some large leaves we’ve been using as bedding, lies down, and shuts his eyes.

The other three revert back to their discussion about the border.

“Whatever the case is,” Foster says. “We’ll need to check it out in greater detail tomorrow.”

They end the meeting, and I hear them mumble something but can’t make it out. Byron comes over to me and sits next to me.

“Hey babe,” he says, grabbing my hand and holding it. “You alright? After tonight, I imagine you’re knackered.” He leans over and kisses my cheek.

I love the attention Byron now gives me. It’s like we’ve pulled down the curtain that divided us and let each other in, and it’s wonderful.

“I’m good. I just need to unwind a little.”

“Good, because they’re waiting for you,” he indicates to where Foster and Zane stand, looking over at us with lust and heated desire in their eyes.

“I’d join you three, but not sure if I want to go there yet. Give me time?”

“Of course. Are you fine with this?” I need to make sure he is. It’s important.

He squeezes my hand and gives me a nod. I raise my hand at his face and feel the slightest hint of stubble as I stare at the perfect man sitting next to me, giving me approval to fuck the other two men.

Leaning over toward him, I kiss his lips hard. I’ve never been in love before. But I know what I feel for Byron, and as crazy as it sounds, I’m in love with the other two waiting for me.

It’s not lust. I know the difference. Unbelievable as it may seem, I’m lusting after their dicks, but the love I feel for them as people is something a lot deeper and more profound. Every night, I go to sleep. I hope I never wake up from this fantasy I’m having.

I pull away and lick my lips, savoring Byron's taste, and smile warmly at him before getting up and walking to the two men patiently waiting for me.

Foster takes my hand, his touch sending a thrill racing through me. There’s an unspoken understanding between the three of us as he leads us towards the lagoon. My heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, knowing full well what awaits us there. The air is thick with the heady scent of tropical blooms, mingling with the salty tang of the sea as we venture deeper into the jungle.

With each step, the tension between us crackles like electricity, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce. Foster's grip on my hand is possessive yet gentle, a silent promise of the passion that awaits us beneath the moonlit sky.

As we reach the edge of the lagoon, both men turn to face me. Teacher and student. Their eyes ablaze with desire as they draw me into their arms.

At my front, Foster faces me, and without a word, he lowers his lips to mine, igniting a blaze of longing that consumes us both. Our kisses are fierce and hungry, fueled by a primal need within us.

Behind me, Zane pushes against my back. He sweeps my hair to the side, and I feel his lips crash on my neck as his hands move under my clothes and explore my skin.

“Did you enjoy watching Astro back at camp?” he whispers in my ear, and I freeze. They all caught me gawking at the guy.

Foster pulls a little away and waits for my response.

“Is it bad if I did?” I say truthfully, feeling my cheeks burn a little.

“Do you want him too?” Zane asks but doesn’t stop attacking my neck.

“No,” I say firmly. “I want you two and Byron.”

“Jack?”

I don’t respond and feel Zane pull my shirt off my shoulders and slip it off my arms.

Foster unfastens my jeans, and they both work in tandem to undress me until I’m standing completely nude between them.

“You haven’t answered my question, darling. Do you want Jack to join us?” Foster’s hand moves to take a possessive hold of my jaw, his thumb tracing the full curve of my lips.

The truth is, I’m nervous as it is. I’m about to have sex with two men, and it’s a first for me. As exciting as it is, it’s also daunting, and I don’t want to talk about a third or a fourth dick for now. Not until I’ve had the two and know I can handle it.

Zane sneaks his hand between my butt, and I jerk straight into Foster’s chest.

“Right now, I just need you two naked and in the Lagoon with me. I don’t want to think about or have any more cocks,” I say, breaking away from both men and heading towards the edge of the water. “Just yours, right now.”

I step into the shallow, warm waters of the lagoon and dip my body as I watch Zane and Foster undress and join me.

Two walking gods, both masterpieces, each in their own personal way.

I rake my eyes up and down their naked bodies as they enter the water. Their broad, athletic physiques evoke a groan of longing in my throat.

The former quarterback stands as a colossus of power and bulk, his physique meticulously sculpted by the relentless demands of his athletic pursuits. Broad shoulders, arms thick with lean ripple, his chest is a fortress of muscle. Legs like mighty oaks, root him firmly to the ground, ensuring his imposing presence is felt with every stride. Zane is the epitome of power, a titan built to dominate the field.

Foster is a figure of grace and agility, his body a masterpiece of balance and proportion, and every muscle is defined with purpose and precision. His physique is leaner than Zane's, yet packed with the perfect cuts of abs and muscled arms, like coiled springs, capable of delivering lightning strikes with deadly accuracy. Watching him fight earlier was like nothing else I’ve ever seen.

And both possess those fucking edible Vs. Unfairly gorgeous men with well-endowed cocks.

Is it even possible for a brain to break? Because mine did watching them undress.

Within the shimmering shallow surface of the lagoon, Foster and Zane saunter over, and I wrap my arms around both men. My lips find one and then the other, and their bodies intertwine with mine as we surrender to the pull of desire.

Foster moves behind me, his strong arms encircle me, holding me close against him. His touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire that burns hot, a fierce inferno in my core. I feel his lips kiss my shoulder, and he pulls me close into his pelvis, where I can feel how much his arousal wants me. He’s whispering naughty, delicious things in my ear that make my core clench with excitement.

Facing me is my dark-skinned lover, with a face so painfully attractive it almost hurts to stare at him too long. He cups either side of my face with his hands, his thumb caressing my lips, and they gradually move down my body to stop at my breasts, and he rubs his palms against my pebbled nipples.

“You want us together, baby?” he asks, his voice tinged with longing .

“More than you can imagine,” I breathe excitedly, feeling my pulse quicken with anticipation.

My heart pounds hungrily in my chest for both men, a rush of desire coursing through me like wildfire.

Zane gives me a crooked grin that accentuates his face in the most breathtaking way. My heart skips a beat as I tilt my head up to meet his lips in a kiss, feeling a rush of warmth and electricity coursing through me at his touch.

He returns that kiss with his tongue teasing mine as his fingers play with my nipples, rolling and pinching them, creating all kinds of tingling sensations that course through my nerves.

And when Zane breaks from my mouth, he moves a little south, holding my breast in his hand. He leans down to drag the tip of his tongue in a circular motion over my nipple, causing me to stir and shudder, knowing I need more of that.

“Mmmm….” I moan at the pleasure filling my veins, and I meet with Foster's hand around my neck, tilting my head back to meet his mouth.

Beneath the surface of the water, he pulls my hand and brings it over his hard cock. I grip it tensely as my fist slowly glides up and down his thick shaft as his tongue plays with mine.

Another hand finds its way between me and Zane. I know he’s busy sucking on my nipple while his hand is pushing through my folds. My thighs clamp around Zane’s hand as soon as his fingers find my clit. He lets go of my breast and forces my legs open, positioning his body between me.

I shamelessly begin grinding over his hand, needing more.

“Good girl, I want you cumming all over my hand,” Zane whispers, his fingers finding their way inside me, and my pussy latches on to him.

Foster releases his mouth from me and lavishes my chin with kisses, then my face, neck, and shoulders.

“You want anal, baby?” Foster breathes into my ear.

“I’d love to try it,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes locking with Zane's as he gazes at me with a mixture of anticipation and desire. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a newfound excitement within me. If there was ever a moment to lose my anal virginity, it would be with these two men here.

“I need to get some lube,” Foster says, moving away from me, and Zane immediately uses the opportunity to drag me towards him and wrap his arm around me so that we’re as close as possible.

“Have you done anal before?” I ask him curiously as he continues to tweak my clit in the most perfect way. My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as I feel that edge slowly arriving.

“I did,” he replies softly, “and I loved it.”

Of course, he has. I bet Zane had a ton of cheerleaders in high school throwing themselves at their star player. Feeling a little envious of that, I wrap my hand behind his neck and drag him towards me, tracing my lips against his, teasing him a little, before crashing straight onto him and giving him everything I’ve got for a magical kiss I’m hoping he’s never had before.

I’m high on the taste of his lips, the feel of his hot body pressing against me, and his giant hard dick thrusting with desperation against my hip. I let go of his lips and throw my head back as soon as I feel that wave of pleasure begins to pulsate inside me. I cry out again and again, my nails digging deep into Zane’s shoulders as he relentlessly pumps into me, leaving me limp in his arms. My body is still filled with his fingers, and my nipples are almost bruised as they brush against his chest with every heavy breath I take.

I feel his hands reach under my ass and lift me effortlessly. My legs automatically wrap around his waist. He brings me over to the shallow end and lets me down slowly. His eyes search mine, and in slow motion, he reaches up, cups my face, and brings his lips to mine.

Despite the intense need to fuck each other like bunnies, he kisses me slow and tender, making love to my mouth. The sensations alone send waves of warmth and desire cascading through my entire being, igniting a passionate fire that consumes us both in its tender embrace.

“You’re the best thing to happen to me,” he murmurs against my lips, his words a sweet caress that resonates deep within me. Without waiting for a response, he seals his declaration with a kiss so intense that it sends shivers down my spine and sets my toes tingling with delight.

As the kiss deepens, his pleasure resonates in a low, guttural groan that reverberates through our connection, intensifying the passion between us.

I’m so engrossed in this kiss with Zane that the whole world dissipates around us, and time comes to a standstill until I feel a warm body close in against my back and hands caress my hips and ass, moving up my spine until my hair is swept away and I can feel Foster's hot breath against the back of my neck.

“I want to claim your sweet virgin arse,” he says, and it’s not a question but more of a declaration. I’m so excited and turned on by both men that I might short-circuit any minute now. “But not tonight. You’re not ready, darling.”

“But?”

“I promise, Eve. It’ll happen,” Foster says, interrupting my objection. “But I need to prep you. It won’t work if we try now, and you won’t enjoy it if you’re too tight. None of us would ever dream of hurting you like that.”

I surrender my protest to my inexperience and focus on the lips that suddenly engulf my senses, stealing away my worries.

“Good girl,” Foster says. “You will have us both tonight, just not how you expected.”

Before I can question what he means by that, Zane breaks away from my lips, takes my hand, leads me down to the most shallow part of the lagoon, and lies down, encouraging me to straddle him. As I do, his hand cups my breast, and his thumb finds my nipple. I lift my hips a little, grabbing hold of his swollen cock, pump it a couple of strokes in my fist and then position it at the entrance of my pussy, slowly edging my body down on him, taking him inch by inch, feeling my walls accommodate his size.

A throaty groan escapes him as he fills me so completely that it causes a gasp to leave my lips.

“Fuck, Eve, you’re gorgeous like this. Tell me this is what you want.”

Zane sneaks his hand between us, his fingers finding my sensitive nub.

“Yes,” I breathe heavily, my body beginning to thrum under his fingers. “I want this. I want you both…now.”

He strokes my neck and my collarbone and gropes both breasts while watching me slowly ride him, pushing deeper and deeper, needing him to completely fill me.

“Man, whatever you’re doing, do it fast. I can't hold on much longer,” he calls out to Foster, who chuckles his response.

“We need to work on your control, Zane if you want to make it to the Olympics. You need to develop both physical and mental discipline.”

“Is he serious?” Zane whispers, a mixture of frustration and disbelief in his voice.

I smile at him, understanding his bewilderment. I guess sex requires a specific type of discipline in focus and concentration. But I’m sure Foster is having fun with this.

As I continue riding Zane, we both watch Foster break open an aloe leaf, drain it, and then gather a giant blob of the clear gel in his hand. He spreads on his dick and then saunters over to us and encourages me gently to lean towards Zane.

“Nervous, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low, deep, and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.

“No, not when I’m with you. I trust you to show me what to do.”

“Zane, play with her clit, mate,” make sure she’s on her way to climax. It’ll relax her muscles.

Zane nods and then winks at me because he’s already been teasing me with his fingers. Both men intend to make sure I’m given full, exclusive treatment.

I feel the gel drip down my but crack as Foster circles my hole, teasing my skin, and as soon as another loud moan escapes me from Zane’s thumb play, he cautiously inserts a finger, and I can almost feel the plug-like sensation, and absolutely love this.

“I thought you?,” I groan, not able to finish my words.

“I’m not. Not today, but you need to be stretched, darling, because one day I will.”

A second finger enters, and I feel him scissoring me to expand my wall further. Within minutes, I feel him pull out and gently land his lips on the center of my back.

Feeling the tip of his dick enter my pussy, I have a mixture of anticipation and desire swirling all over me. Two dicks inside my one hole.

Foster and Zane are definitely the ones I would have chosen to give this event to. Foster’s so gentle and caring with the way he’s squeezing either side of my hips, moving slowly inside me.

“Are you in?” I ask curiously, aroused now.

“Only the tip,” he says.

“You alright, mate?” Foster checks with Zane.

“Not my first time, Teach. I’m good.”

Suddenly Zane manages to catch one of my boobs in his mouth, playfully biting my nipple and smiling at me. It makes me giggle and then cry out as his finger finds that spot on my clit that sends shockwaves through my body.

Foster pulls out, then thrusts back in, and I feel my eyes roll back momentarily. The pinch I was feeling earlier disappeared and is now replaced by a deep, pounding throb in my belly as he thrusts up inside me.

Zane’s smirking smile is now sharp and strained beneath me as I slowly start to rock forward, gradually picking up the pace. Except with everything happening to my body, I’m too overwhelmed to ride him properly, but he takes control, sliding his hands under my hips and thrusting straight into me.

The two men synchronize a tempo. Foster slides out while Zane pushes in. My eyes fall shut, gasping and twisting my body as I try to grasp all the different sensations inside me all at once. My heart feels like it’s going to explode, and I grip Zane’s shoulders so tightly that my knuckles turn almost white.

Take it easy, Eve,” Foster orders. “Breath, darling,” and I follow, forcing myself to take a few deep breaths to remove my anxiety. I want this so badly that I’m afraid of it not working and me being the cause of it.

Foster pulls halfway out, and in one tender moment, he stops, runs his tongue down my spine, and kisses me gently as he caresses my ass cheek.

The two of them continue to fuck me in earnest. Foster glides in and out of me from behind, and Zane thrusts up into me in a synchronized manner I wouldn’t have imagined possible. The sounds between our bodies, the wet slaps of skin against each other, the moans are sinful, and I think I’ve just entered a different plane of existence with these two men.

Shutting my eyes briefly to enjoy this feeling, I whimper as I open my eyes. I see Zane completely mesmerized as he stares up at me.

I scream when my orgasm hits me hard. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.

None of this is.

Foster gathers my hair in one grip and tugs my head back. Both men keep riding it out, even after they start coming.

I convulse against their bodies, and I know both men can feel my womb shudder like crazy. Foster’s hand squeezes my hips as I feel him jerk inside me and pull out just before he spills all over my back, leaving Zane exclusive access to my pussy.

Zane cups either side of my face as he falls apart, bringing me back down to his lips. His touch brings a flood of sensation, grounding me in the intensity of his kiss. He draws me close, shrouding me in his embrace as if he's seeking solace in my presence.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Eve,” he murmurs softly, his deep voice carrying each word heavy with raw emotion. “I know this is early, but I can’t help what I feel.”

His confession hangs in the air, charged with uncertainty and longing. I meet his gaze, feeling the weight of his words settling between us.

“I’m already there, babe,” my voice is barely a whisper, yet it carries the weight of my feelings. And in that moment, his face lights up, and a radiant smile breaks across his lips as if a million stars have suddenly aligned.

“Really?” his question hangs between us, tinged with hope and disbelief. But I see the truth reflected in his eyes, the flicker of understanding that dances between us.

Moving myself off him and lying beside him, I bite my lower lip, a nervous habit. I offer him a shy smile, a silent confirmation of my own feelings.

I feel a second pair of arms wrap around me from behind as Foster joins us, his wonderfully warm yet hard body sandwiching me in between these two men as we lay in the shallow waters of the lagoon.

“Let's stay here a little longer before heading back to camp for the evening,” Foster suggests, playfully nipping at my shoulder. “I'm not ready to let you slip away just yet.”

Zane meets his gaze with a grin. "I'm up for another round if you're up for the challenge, Teach."

I feel Foster’s cock nudge my back with an excited twitch.

“Jones, let's see what you're made of,” Foster responds, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Your training begins now. Lesson one: restraint and discipline."

Even in the dim light, I catch the myriad of questions that flood Zane's expression.

“What does that entail?” he enquires.

“I'll take Eve, and you'll observe without participating," Foster explains firmly. "That means no joining in, not even a wank.”

Zane's disbelief is evident. “Are you fucking serious?”

“As serious as a daisy, Jones. Relinquish your hold on Eve.”

I can’t hold back the giggle that escapes me .

Zane turns to me, seeking solidarity. I casually shrug, trying to bite back the giggles that threaten to explode.

“He’s your instructor,” I remind him. “There is no way I’m getting involved in the decision-making of your Olympic training.”

Reluctantly, Zane withdraws, taking a seat at the edge of the lagoon.

“This is bullshit,” he mutters loudly. His face contorts with frustration, his brows knitting together in a deep frown.

“Now, Eve,” Foster pivots me to face him and pulls himself over me. “There's something I've been eager to try with you. Are you game?”

“I’ll try anything at least once with you,” I reply, watching his face light up with anticipation.

He rolls off me. “Move to your side, darling.”

I do as he asks and then lifts one of my legs, expertly positioning himself between them on his knees.

“This is called the pretzel dip,” he says and chuckles.

“I’m already liking it. Did you just make up the name?” I ask, feeling his dick enter me and hit deep. “Oh, holy shit! That feels fucking good!”

“Not really, but I’m glad you like it. I have a few more I’d like to try out,” he says with a wink and then turns to Zane, “Jones, I hope you’re taking notes.”

“Fuck you, Teach,” Zane says, his voice laced with frustration. His eyes narrow into slits, burning with a mix of annoyance and defiance. His jaw tightens, and a muscle ticks just below his cheekbone, accentuating his clenched teeth. His lips press into a thin line, barely containing the retort that slips out.

“Chin up, Jones,” Foster says, smirking. “Watch the master at work. I’ll be expecting you to demonstrate everything for me if Eve is up for it.”

I see Zane's face lighten up with hope, his eyes widening and the tension in his features easing. I turn to him and give him an assured grin, letting him know I'm more than happy to oblige. His shoulders relax, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth, the frustration melting away.