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  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to fuck you.”

  “What?” Phoebe spat on her hand and rubbed the wetness to my anus. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I am.”

  “Jack!”

  “You might like it, Lucy.”

  “You can’t let them do this.”

  “They won’t hurt you, honey.”

  “Oh, no. Stop that!” A finger had breached my tight bands. “Ouch!”

  Jack lay on his side on the grass with a hand holding his head. His attention was focused on me. I was about to be subjected to the unthinkable, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Astraia sat and watched as well, her cock having disappeared. She was once again female.

  “Just relax, Lucy. Relax,” she soothed.

  I closed my eyes and wished she would stop. No, no, no…you horrible Sirens. I groaned in agony as she drew her finger in and out. She dropped more spittle onto my abused hole, lubricating it further. I buried my face in Thia’s neck and winced. The sound of singing suddenly filled the air. It was Astraia. She serenaded us with the most beautiful tone, calming and gentle. I found myself not quite as tense.

  “Oh, fuck her, Phoebe. Fuck her!”

  “You’re always so impatient. She must be ready first.”

  The feel of something foreign in my bottom was not a sensation I was accustomed to. This creature of myth was about to take my anal virginity in an unspeakable manner. Her cock pressed into me, opening the bands of muscles, causing me to gasp. The pressure was immense, as she drove deeper, burying her rounded head in my tightness.

  “Oh!”

  “That’s it, Lucy,” encouraged Jack. “You got it.”

  It must have been quite a sight seeing three women having sex in this manner. I was impaled on their cocks, the instruments filling me to the brim, driving deep. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life. With each push there was an inkling of pain, but then pleasure flared as well. The song the Siren sang elevated the sensations tenfold, bringing an intense tingling into the very heart of my womanhood. The harder I was used, the better it felt.

  “Oh, Jack!”

  “You’re a dirty girl, Lucy.”

  “Oh, my God!”

  The three of us were hurtling towards the peak of sensual delight, moaning and straining for release. Phoebe pounded my little hole, driving in like a woman possessed.

  “It’s so good,” she gasped. “So good.”

  “She sings for us. She sings!” cried Thia.

  They worked me in unison, driving in and out at nearly the same time, filling me completely. The pressure had me tightening my tummy muscles and clenching my sex. I had no idea that having both my pussy and my ass filled would feel so incredibly good. My lover watched, his cock showing signs of life again. Seeing me used in this way had aroused him.

  “You should feed it to her,” suggested Astraia.

  “I should. Shouldn’t I?” He got to his feet and padded over naked and erect. “Open your mouth, Lucy.”

  I took him deeply, while he gripped my head, forcing me to gag on him. The oral stimulation brought me over the edge. I had been hanging on by a thread, but having him butting up against the back of my throat opened the floodgates of pleasure, bursting the damn of sensation. I groaned around him, shuddering with the violence of my release.

  “That’s a good girl. Cum on my cock.”

  Thia thrust into me and moaned, releasing a torrent of semen. “Oh, yes! Oohh…”

  In the trifecta of climactic abandon, Phoebe joined us, pounding my sore bottom, slapping her balls against my ass and stiffening. She poured cream into my anal cavity, dousing me utterly.

  “Oh, God, yeah. You naughty Sirens,” moaned Jack.

  I’d hardly recovered, when Thia freed herself from beneath me, and grasped Jack’s cock. Phoebe joined us, and together we sucked him, licking and gagging on the length.

  “That feels so good. Aaahhh…”

  Astraia continued to sing her enchanting tune, while we ate him, devouring every inch of his flesh, while he groaned and shuddered to completion, spraying us with jizz.

  “Ooohhh…yeah…eat my cum…”

  I glanced at the Sirens, their faces wet with my lover’s fluid. We had fornicated in a meadow at midnight, under a watchful moon. It had been wicked, to be sure. My bottom smarted from the aftereffects, wetness dribbling out of each orifice. I’d never done anything so depraved before. Perhaps, it had really been a dream?

  Jack touched my face. “You had nothin’ to worry about, Lucy. Don’t you trust me?”

  I smiled at him. “I trust you.”

  He kissed me, holding me close. “There’s no sin in loving sex.”

  “This island is…naughty.”

  “It’s like dying and going to heaven.”

  “You won’t leave me, will you?”

  “No, honey. I’m very fond of you.”

  “I’m fond of you too.”

  Chapter Nine

  I woke on the beach the next morning, my clothes a tangled mess around me. Jack had his arm over my tummy. I squinted at him, seeing sand in his hair. We had spent the night fornicating in the meadow, being seduced by incredibly horny Sirens. I was sore in private places, the lingering effects of being fucked repeatedly by hungry cocks, including Jack’s. We had engaged in this activity until almost dawn.

  “Jack?”

  “Um?”

  “Wake up.” My lips were parched.

  “Did all that really happen?” He sounded groggy.

  I giggled, “Yes.”

  “That one’s going down in history. Good Lord.”

  “Pricilla’s probably worried about me.”

  “Who cares?” His eyes were closed to the harsh light of the morning sun.

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Me too.”

  “You’re a bad influence.”

  “Darlin’ I had nothing to do with that. Those Sirens worked some magic. I don’t know what it was, but…it had me. It had you too.”

  “We should see about having the preacher marry us.”

  He glanced at me, squinting. “Still harping on about that, eh?”

  I hit him in the chest. “You’ve ruined me, Jack Carlyle. Horribly. You’d better do right by me.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes, you heathen.” Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A man approached slowly. I squinted, trying to get a better look. “Someone’s coming.”

  “Let ‘em.”

  There was something vaguely familiar about this person. The height and gait was just like…Samuel? “Oh, my word.”

  “What?”

  I whispered, “Samuel.”

  This got Jack’s attention. He sat up. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

  My stomach was in my throat. “Whatever will I do now?” Jack’s laughter grated on my nerves. “Stop it, you…bastard!”

  “You sure got yourself into a pickle, haven’t you?”

  I hit him in the arm. “You’re a rotten person. To the core.”

  He shrugged. “It’s your fiancé, my dear. It ain’t my problem, thank God.”

  “Lucy?”

  Instead of feeling happy to see him, a peculiar dread settled over me. This emotion was profoundly shocking. The man I was betrothed to staggered down the shore towards me. I had to muster enough enthusiasm to greet him properly. You should be ashamed, Lucy. Where are your manners?

  I jumped to my feet. “Samuel!”

  “I thought you perished! What a sight for sore eyes you are.”

  I rushed towards him. “Where have you been?”

  “On the other side of the island.” His trousers were torn, his shirt had dried blood on a sleeve, and his waistcoat was missing buttons. He hugged me, glancing over my shoulder. “Are there others besides Jack?”

  “Yes. I’ll show you. We have a camp.”

  “I’m so relieved to see you, my dear. I’ve been sea
rching for you, Lucy. I was so worried you’d perished.”

  “I looked for you too.”

  Not as long or as thoroughly as you should have.

  Oh, be quiet.

  You’re not even really happy to see him, are you?

  “I’m as happy as I need to be.

  You never loved him.

  Shush.

  You’re in love with that blackguard. Admit it.

  Go to blazes!

  Jack approached. “Good morning, brother.”

  Samuel’s expression tightened. “Good day, Jack.”

  “I’ve been taking real good care of Lucy.”

  “I just bet you have,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “You would’ve been a lucky man; had you been the first. As it was, I took certain liberties with the lovely Miss Wordsworth, and she really didn’t object all that much.”

  Shock registered on Samuel’s face. “Why you!” He threw a punch connecting with Jack’s nose, snapping it loudly.

  “Fuck!” Jack held his face, blood pouring from the wound.

  Stunned by Jack’s inappropriate admission and Samuel’s violence, I could only stare at the brothers open-mouthed. How on earth would I rectify this situation, and did I even want to?

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