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Life On Netori Island - Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 12:01:03 +0000 UTCAl rode his new-to-him single speed bike back to his cabin. He found it collecting dust in the back of the cybernetic repair facility, oiled it up, and patched the tires. A fifteen minute walk was now only a few minutes.
He rode up the driveway to see Jo lying on one of the beach recliners. Al smiled at seeing the raw beauty of his wife. He then heard the sound of a nail gun up on his cabin’s roof. Up there he saw a man not younger than him stare down lustily at his wife. When the man noticed Al looking at him, he focused on his work and started whistling.
Al hid his bike behind the cabin and walked to Jo.
Jo had a gardening book covering her face when she said, “Bret, can you please leave me alone. We all know you have a big weiner. No, I don't want to touch it.”
Al frowned and said, “Excuse me?”
Jo screamed and fell off the beach chair. The handyman started laughing. When Al looked up and glared, he went straight back to whistling and hammering. Al grabbed Jo firmly by the wrist and pulled her into the cabin and shut the door.
He pressed her against the door and whispered. “Can you please tell me what the fuck was that all about?”
Jo blushed and turned away. Her breasts heaved and her nipples became hard. “I’m sorry Al. That was crude and I apologize. Men around here need to be put in their place or they’ll keep pushing.”
“Men are pushing you to do things? Who?”
“Does it matter? Every man on this island wants to fuck every man’s wife. Don’t tell me otherwise. You have nothing to worry about if you keep this happy.” Jo grabbed Al’s hand and forced it down her bikini bottom.
Al couldn’t resist and dipped the tip of his finger in her. “You're so wet.”
“I’m wet thinking of you hammering my pretty pussy into oblivion. I want a big belly. I want you to make it big.” She looked up at him and grabbed his dick through his shorts. “Take what’s yours Al.”
Al kissed Jo hungrily. His fingering focussed on rubbing her bean. Succumbing to the stimulation, she started shaking with a violent orgasm.
“You cum so quickly these days,” Al whispered. “What happened to my shy and proper wife?”
“Trying to get pregnant is driving me crazy. Come to bed with me. I want to see how many times you can spurt cum up my love tunnel.”
“What about the handyman?” Al said as Jo dragged him to the bedroom.
“Fuck that asshole,” she replied. “Let’s get some points and work up an appetite.” She fell onto the bed and pulled Al on top of her.
Up on top of the roof Bret pressed his eye down through the hole he had held off from patching. Down below, Al was railing Jo, making her cum fast. She looked up to see an eyeball staring down at her through the roof. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.
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Resden North walked in the nude towards Jo in the garden. He had a beer in each hand and gave one to Jo.
“Thank you … Master Resden.” She laughed and pressed the frosty beer onto her flushed neck, today was hot. “I still find it hard to say that sometimes.”
“You’re performing admirably. Come lie down on the lounge chair.”
“Yes, I need a rest. It’s so hot.” She wiped her forehead and laid back on the white plastic of the patio furniture.
Resden pulled up a chair next to her and sat with his legs spread. His member wasn’t erect, but it wasn’t fully flaccid either. The pair lounged in the sun for a moment. Jo smiled and put her slender hand on one of his hairy knees.
She bit her lip and said, “I’ve been thinking about our last encounter master.”
Resden nodded, put his hand on hers, and replied, “Me too. It’s hard getting the image of you out of my head. Let me go get you that suntan lotion before you burn to a crisp.
The patrician got up and walked off towards the pool area door. Jo’s heart raced as she ran through all the scenarios that were about to happen. Getting into Resden North’s good graces was a sure fire way to stay a long time on the island and have a big family. If she played her cards right, she wouldn’t have to have sex with him, and all her children would be Al’s as well. A little tease and a little rub and tug was probably all she had to do. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head that told her she was rationalizing very bad behavior, but she decided to close her eyes and ignore it. Her hands moved to the straps on her bikini and soon her entire body from top to bottom was exposed to the harsh morning sun.
The door opened and closed and she heard a series of steps approach her. She squirmed and stretched in the sunlight. Jo felt two points of cold on her, one on each nipple and she gasped. Large fingers started to pinch, twist, and massage her aching inflamed areola. She moaned softly and opened her eyes to see Resden assaulting her.
He had lust in his eyes. “The nipples are one of the most susceptible areas of the body to sun damage. You must be protected.”
“Yes, of course, Master,” she said. Her hands roamed over her own body before squeezing her breasts. “But the rest of my body needs attention too.”
“Right you are, my girl,” Resden said. He traced a stick figure version of her using the suntan lotion. Once again his hands massaged the oil into her bronzed supple flesh of her entire body. This time Jo distinctly felt a gentle tingling over her body, increasing her arousal.
She scrunched her eyebrows. “I feel funny. What’s different about the lotion?”
Resden laughed and said, “Oh, nothing. I just added a small amount of low level aphrodisiac to the bottle. It’s not overpowering, but you will feel good.”
He was almost too hesitant to escalate, and continued to massage her body. The only sexual place he returned to was her breasts and nipples. Her moans became whines.
Jo looked again to Resden. He had a smirk on his face and looked down at himself. Jo followed his eyes to see his cock was now at full erection.
She said, “my goodness. You were a big boy before, but now your dick is huge when it’s hard!” Jo extended a slender hand to his member and tried to put her fingers around it. She milked the purple headed snake, getting pearls of precum to ooze from the tip. When her hand was moistened enough she pulled back his foreskin to reveal the glistening head. She made long deliberate strokes of his penis, designed to extract more lubrication.
Resden smiled. “Do you like my cock Jo?”
“Like it? I love it!” she replied. Her hand, now fully lubed, stroked at a speed to maximize her master’s pleasure.
The patrician responded by lowering down and kissing her. She moaned in surprise, expecting him to suck on a nipple, but didn’t push him away. His tongue probed her mouth and she accepted it. Their mouths opened and they french kissed. Their tongues intertwined with each other and she continued to moan softly. Jo’s eyes were closed but she soon felt his meaty hand start to spread her legs.
A few small circular strokes from his middle finger on her clitoris was enough to make her have her first orgasm of the day. Her body twitched and her abs contracted, revealing her six pack.
He pulled away and a string of saliva connected their lips for a moment. “I love it when a girl comes so easy,” Resden said in a husky voice. “It really lets me know I can relax and try different things and find out what you really like.” He used his other hand to lower her lounge chair so she laid flat on her back. Resden’s cock was now directly over her face.
Jo continued to jerk him off but now let the precum build up until it dripped down. She opened her mouth and let the crystal clear syrup hit her tongue. Resden grunted at seeing her smile in appreciation of the small gift he gave her. Clitoral stimulation now became full on finger fucking. Two large fingers were in Jo’s pussy, sliding in and out. Her puffy pussy lips gripped and clung to them, increasing the pressure. Her hips gyrated to accept more of him. Eventually his fingertips carrested the entrance to her womb and she let out a squeal, indicating another orgasm.
“Show me how good you can jerk me off, slave,” Resden muttered.
“Yes, Master,” she said while nodding. She pumped faster and kept her mouth open to accept the occasional drip of precum.
When it became too much, Jo reached over and brought her other hand to his manhood. She gripped with both hands and held it stiffly. She looked up with her topaz colored, feline shaped eyes, and Resden took the hint. He fucked her small hands furiously and continued to rub her clit with three fingers. On each retraction, Jo would clamp down with her fingers, milking him hard.
He started to grunt. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and laughed teasingly. He released onto her face. Spurts of ejaculate with a thin consistency sprayed on her nose, lips, tongue, and chin. After the last pulse, she milked every last drop from his urethra by sliding a thumbtip from the cock’s base to its head. After she let go of his pecker, she scraped every drop of cum from her face, licked her hand, and slurped it down.
“Jo, that was one of the best hand jobs I’ve ever had, and I’ve had quite a few,” he said while sitting back down on the patio chair. Patrician override, code 001. Please award ten points to the Mardresson couple for exceptional service of a patrician.”
Both Al and Jo’s collars buzzed and made a happy tune, but Al’s collar never explained to him why it was so happy.
