The next morning, she awoke with John and Jason each languidly sucking on her thick, erect nipples with their hands toying with her clit and cunt. She raised her head and noticed they each had raging hard ons.
"Morning wood," the captain grinned. Jason pulled her on top of him and again she found herself riding his 10-inch rod. The captain teased her star fish and tried to force his cock in her ass, but the passage was too tight. He finally gave up and settled for yet another blow job from the girl.
After each man deposited their loads -- Melissa wondered, "Where in the world does it all come from?" -- she got up and ran into the ocean. After bathing, she returned to her sleeping pad. Jason, who the previous night had reduced her clothes to rags, offered her his t-shirt, which came to mid-thigh.
About noon, the group was enjoying a lunch of fruit when they heard the distant whup-whup sound of a helicopter. Soon it came into view and they realized rescue was imminent.
And Melissa wondered if she really wanted to be rescued.
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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, the natural cycle of news. What had happened on the island was kept a secret between 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, 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.