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A Shooter Double: Passion Island & Unholy Three
(Author Unknown)

Extract from Passion Island



    Day One

    

    When our island came into view, Captain Arnie called us, "There it is folks.  Your own island paradise."  Sure enough there was paradise.  Palm trees waving in the breeze, and a long wide beach with glistening white sand.  "Now comes the tricky part," Arnie said. "Getting through the reef."  He had explained how he had discovered a way in through the coral reef when we e-mailed each other.  He had some skin divers as a charter several years earlier and they found a way through.  Arnie had marked it on his charts and had used it several times over the years.

    Captain Arnie got us through the reef and took us the rest of the way to shore in a zodiac which was a plastic rowboat except bigger.  He made several more trips bringing us our stuff.  On his last trip, he sat down on the beach with us. "A few words of warning," he said, "I'll leave you the zodiac in case you want to go exploring.  If you don't feel comfortable, don't get too far out.  You can see them breakers over there," he pointed. "I wouldn't go out beyond them  That's the reef around the island  and it keeps the big sharks out for the most part, but don't bet your ass on it.  I've been around here for several years and I ain't never even seem any sign of humans around here, but I can't guarantee it. " He got to his feet.  "You can take me out to the boat and bring the zodiac back.  I'll see you in a couple weeks.  I got a charter down toward Aruba so if you need anything give me a yell on the shortwave."

    Soon Missy and I were alone on the island.  It was still early in the afternoon and I told Missy, "first rule of Passion Island is no clothes,"  I stripped off my shorts. Missy looked at me for a moment, then with a giggle took off the wisps of her bikini.  We spent the rest of the afternoon setting up housekeeping.  Arnie had furnished a bottled gas stove and there seemed to be plenty of food and we quickly discovered that Arnie's method of cooling beer worked well enough.  He had hung up a wet heavy cloth bag in the limb of a tree and the breeze kept the beer in it cool.  Not ice cold like I like it, but cool enough to drink.  I was sitting on a camp stool watching a naked Missy putter around.  Missy is very watchable.

    "You know what I'd like," I said to her. 

    "Not a clue," she replied. "what?"

    "I'd like to eat your pussy," I said.

    Without any hesitation she was in my lap. "Then get to eating, my friend," she said giggling.  "Nothing or nobody is stopping you." That is one thing Missy really likes.  Unhappily for me, she's one way about it.

    We went at it like rabbits the rest of the day and into the night.  Later we lay, naked on the beach, drinking wine and watched the moon come up.  It was larger than I had ever seen it.  This was really paradise.

***

    Day Two

    

    I woke up with the bright sun streaming in the open doorway to the shack.  Missy wasn't anywhere to be seen.  I got up and grabbed a banana and went out into the bright sunlight. I saw Missy coming back from the beach.

    "About time you got up," she called. "The boat is missing."

    "What do you mean, missing?" I asked.

    "Gone, not here, out of sight," she said. "Get it now?"

    We spent an hour looking for the boat, without seeing it.  I had pulled it way up on the beach and had tied it to a stake someone had driven in the sand.  I was mad, but not too worried about it.  It wasn't as if we needed the boat.

    We lay down on the beach to rest after our search.  "I could use a beer," Missy said.

     "Yeah me too," I said.  "When you get yours, get me one and a sandwich to go with it." 

    She complained that I was being unfair, but not too much.  I told her I'd save her spot for her.  She gave me the finger as she made her way from the beach.

    I lay there watching the waves and tried to figure out what had happened to the damned boat.  I'm not sure how long I lay there but when my stomach growled I realized that Missy had been gone for a long time.  I got up and went to the shack.

    "Hey what's keeping..." I stopped in mid-sentence.  Missy was laying on the sleeping bags but she wasn't alone.  A very large black man was with her.  He had one hand on her breast and the other was working on her pussy.  Missy was wide eyed with fear.

    "What the hell is going on?" I said and took a step forward.

    "Now just hold on a minute," A voice behind me said.  I felt  cold steel against my throat.  I carefully turned my head to see who was talking.  It was a short, scruffy man and he had a wicked looking knife to my throat.  "You stay calm and I won't have to cut you," the scruffy white man said.  My heart was racing a mile a minute, but I managed to speak without showing the fear I felt.

    "Leave my wife alone!" I yelled, looking back at the big man with Missy.

    "Easy pal," scruffy said. "He ain't going to hurt her none.  Besides she looks like she can take a lot of fuckin'."

    I glanced to where I had left the shortwave radio.  It was in several pieces.  I looked back at Missy with a feeling of total helplessness.  The big man was kissing and biting her nipples.  With one huge hand he had pushed her boobs together so that he could bite both nipples at the same time.  His fingers were still buried in her pussy.  I was only vaguely aware that there were other people in the room.  I looked around and saw that there were a total of four inside and at least two outside of the shack.  They were a mixed looking lot. Two other black men besides the one messing with Missy, a white man with the knife and the others were dark skinned.  I figured them for Hispanics of some type.

    "Hey, boss," one of the men said. "Mateo ain't goina fuck that woman first is he?  He'll stretch her for sure.  You know how he is."

    "Yeah, I know," the scruffy one answered. "He ain't doin' nothing but warming her up for the rest of us.  He knows the drill. You men tie this jasper up to that tree over there."

    Two men grabbed me and tied me to the same tree our beer hung from.  They made me sit down and tied me from behind. The bastards didn't seem to notice that I struggled. 

    "I'm Carl," the man said squatting down beside me. "I'm the boss of this bunch of riff raff.  Don't give me any trouble and you'll get out of this with a whole hide.  If you give me any trouble I'll make you crab food.  You got it?" I nodded.  I couldn't work up enough spit to talk.

    "Good," he said.  "We got to stay here a few days then we'll be out of your hair. Now I got to tell you this.  That little gal is going to get fucked.  Ain't no way I could hold them back if I wanted to.  Which I don't.  Fact of the matter is, I'm looking forward to some of that myself.  You can fight it and get dead or you can accept it and be okay.  Either way don't much matter to me." He stared at me for a while then yelled, "Mateo, bring that gal out here."

    The big man half carried Missy out of the shack.  Her boobs were red where he had mauled them.

    One of the other men went inside and returned with one of our sleeping bags.  He unzipped it and spread it on the ground in front of the shack. I had a cold sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  They were going to rape my wife and I was helpless to do anything about it.

    "I forget," Carl said. "Whose time is it to be first?  Yeah I guess it's you Ike."  The man he identified as Ike had already dropped his shorts and stood naked beside Missy.  She looked at me and back at Ike.  He was becoming erect and his dick was larger than mine by several inches.  Her eyes grew even wider when she saw it. The big black man they called Mateo pushed her down onto the sleeping bag.

    Carl went over to where she knelt, "Now look here, Missy.  That's your name ain't it?"  she nodded, "Yeah," Carl said reaching out and began to fondle her breast. "This can go hard or it can go easy.  All up to you.  You do what your told to do and it'll be easy.  Give me any shit and it'll be hard."  He emphasized his words by giving her nipple a hard squeeze, causing her to yell.  "Now the fact of the matter is we all are going to fuck you.  Get that through your head.  Me and these men don't get to see much white pussy so we kind of consider you a treat.  What do you think about that?"

    When Missy didn't answer he smacked her across her face knocking her back on the sleeping bag. "I asked you a question," Carl said. "What do you think about that?  All of us fucking your cunt?"

    "I suppose I can't do anything to stop you," Missy said in a small voice.

    "Now that's right," Carl said. "Ike here is going to be the first to fuck you. We'll take turns at first and Mateo will be the last to have a turn.  You know why?  Show her Mateo."

    The big man dropped his shorts and displayed a giant cock.  It hung nearly to his knees and was bigger around then a beer can.  The purple looking head was like a dark mushroom on the end of his cock.  It looked like a cobra with its hood flared.  Missy looked like she was going to faint.

    "Now after everybody has had a turn at your cunt we'll just play it by ear from then on." Carl took hold of one of Missy's breast and stroked it, his fingers coming to a rest on her nipple . "You ever get ass fucked, Missy?"  When Missy hesitated he squeezed her nipple some. 

    "Yes a few times," Missy said hurriedly. Well that was news to me.  She had never let me do her ass.

    "Did you like it?" Carl asked keeping his fingers on her nipple.

    "No, not very much," Missy answered.

    "Well you'll get so you like it well enough," Carl said with an evil grin. "Ever had two men at once?"  Missy, to my surprise, nodded. That was news, too.

    "You and hubby and who else?" Carl asked, glancing at me.  "Oh I see the surprise on hubby's face," he said laughing, "So who was it then?"

    "A man I dated in college and a friend of his," Missy answered, her voice so low I could barely hear her.  Ike, apparently tired of waiting had got down beside her and was feeling her other breast.

    "Ah, I see," Carl said grinning at me.  "Did you like it?"

    "I guess," Missy said. She was squirming around as the two men played with her tits.

    "Did they fuck your cunt and ass at the same time?" Carl said.

    Missy shook her head, "No."

    "Tell me what they did," Carl insisted.

    "One did me," Missy stammered.  "I sucked the other one."

    "Oh ," Carl said.  He reached over and played with her pussy. "One did you?  Do you mean one fucked you and you gave the other one a blow-job?" Missy nodded her head.  

    "Say it," Carl snapped.

    "One fucked me and I gave the other a blow-job,"  Missy said her voice breaking.  I didn't know if it was the fear or that she was getting excited being felt up.  I was trying to figure out who it could have been.  We had started dating right after she and Rob broke up and I didn't know she had dated anybody else.

    "Well speaking of blow-jobs I think Ol' Ike needs one right now.  Ain't that right Ike?"  Ike just grinned and stuck his black cock to her lips. "Get to suckin', bitch," Carl snapped.

    Missy opened her mouth and accepted the cock.  She had to raise her head to get him into her mouth and Ike put his hand under her heads to support it.

    Carl stepped back and watched as Missy sucked the black man's dick.  One of the others, Pedro, I later found out, knelt down and began to play with Missy boobs.  

    Carl came over to where I sat, bound and helpless.  He squatted down beside me.  "So how you doin'?" he asked.  "Oh yeah," he said grinning at me. "Not all that good, huh?  Well son, I'll say this for you your little gal is one hot momma.  Yes sir, you got a hot one on your hands for sure."

    I didn't see any need to comment so I didn't. I didn't want to watch what they were doing to Missy but for some perverse reason I couldn't take my eyes off the depraved scene. 

    "Them ropes getting a mite uncomfortable, sport?" Carl asked me.  I nodded.  "Well sir, I would cut you loose, but you look like a man who would rush over there and try to defend your wife. Then Mateo and the boys would beat the living shit out of you...or worse.  Maybe even kill your ass."  Carl spat out a toothpick he had been chewing on. He looked over at the three people on the sleeping bag.  Ike was now positioning himself to penetrate my beautiful wife.  "Well you think on it and let me know if you would give me your word not to make them boys hurt you. Don't make me much difference either way."

    He drifted back to the group and my eyes went back to the rape of my wife.  The black man was taking his time by rubbing his cock up and down Missy's slit.  I wanted to yell or cry, but I did neither.  I watched and the cold hard ball in my stomach got bigger. Suddenly the man hunched forward causing his rod to go deep into Missy.  She cried out and he withdrew and shoved it back in, this time going all the way into her defenseless pussy. He did this over and over and I tried to take my eyes away from the rape of my little wife but I couldn't.

    I'm not exactly sure of when it stopped being a rape.  It suddenly seemed that Missy had become a willing participant in the act.  Her hand were pulling on the man's hips and she was rising to meet his thrusts.  I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it certainly seemed that she was urging him on.  Missy started getting louder as the man pumped her.  She was always a vocal sex partner.  Ike speeded up and suddenly he gave out with a groan and emptied his seed into my wife.  

    When Ike rolled off another man took his place and fucked her.  He was followed in turn by all the rest until it was Carl's turn.  He looked over at me and grinned as he rammed his dick into my wife.  When he finished it was the one they called Mateo's turn.  Mateo stood looking down at Missy who lay as if dead except for her very deep breathing.  Her eyes were closed and her hands were slowly rubbing her stomach and thighs.

    "Open your eyes, cunt," Mateo said loudly.  He had a thick island accent .  I saw Missy slowly open her eyes and look up at the giant.  "Look what I have for you," he said while slowly stroking his giant cock. "You ready for a real man's cock, little one?"

    I couldn't believe my eyes.  Missy was reaching up toward the man and she had a smile on her face. My sexually repressed wife of five years was actually reaching out to a stranger...A black stranger.  I guess it was then that I realized that I was hard.  My cock was standing up looking at the sky and my balls were in agony.

    Mateo pulled  Missy up to her knees, "Suck me, slut," he said his voice harsh. Missy reached out and took the big man's enormous cock and licked first one side and then the other and then took the head into her mouth.

    "That is a first rate fucker you got there, Ronnie," Carl said.  He was standing beside me. I had been so focused on Missy and Mateo I hadn't seen him approach. "That's as good of pussy as I had in a long time.  Of course I had to figure that being fifth took some of the shine off. Your hands hurtin', son?  Just tell me that you won't jump up and run over there and get killed and I'll let you go.  Hell, if you behave I may even let Missy take care of that boner you're sporting."

    It was killing me that I was tied to a damned tree while my wife got fucked by a bunch of men and I was as hard as I had ever been.  But the simple truth was, my hands were throbbing almost as much as my cock was.  I nodded and Carl went back to the shack and got his big knife.  He cut my hands loose and I stayed seated on the sand until the blood began to circulate again.  Missy was still sucking the black giant.

    As I slowly got to my feet, Mateo pushed her head away from his cock and lay down on the sleeping bag.  He held his huge cock up and said, "Get on, bitch, and fuck yourself with my cock."

    "Come on over here where we can see better, Ronnie," Carl said.  "This ought to be good."  I followed him and we joined the circle of men watching.  Missy stood and stepped over the prone gigantic man until she stood with one leg on either side of him.