A Solitary Island Escape Turns Social

Solitude is something I really value. Every September, I head to a small island campsite in Northern Ontario. By that time, the bugs have vanished, the kids are back at school, and it’s completely deserted. I bring my canoe, tent, air mattress, some quality books, plenty of red wine and food, plus my camera. I don’t mind people all that much, but once a year, I need to recharge for a few days in nature’s tranquility.

I had settled into camp, enjoying a book, a glass of wine, and black olives, when the distinct creak and swish of a canoe paddle broke my peace. Annoyed by this intrusion on my privacy, I stood up and saw two women beaching their canoe a few hundred feet away from me. They unloaded their gear and started setting up camp while I went back to my book, feeling thoroughly annoyed. Their chatter and laughter drifted over the breeze, distracting me. I dropped my book onto the ground, sighed in exasperation, took a sip of wine, and looked out across the lake. They were just as entitled to be there as I was, and there were plenty of empty spots around where I could retreat during the day to read undisturbed. Maybe I should just make the best of it and try being sociable. I let them finish setting up and walked over with a bottle of wine.

“Hi!” I said. “Since we’re going to be neighbors, I thought I’d say hello. My name is Al.”

They looked to be in their thirties, very fit and attractive in their swimsuits. They stood up, and the one closer to me, a blonde wearing a bikini, held out her hand.

“Hello Al. I’m Mandy,” she said, indicating an attractive brunette in a one-piece suit beside her, “and this is Rae.”

I smiled and handed the wine to Mandy. “A little something for your dinner,” I suggested as I turned back toward my own campsite. They thanked me together. I half-expected them to invite me to stay, but they didn’t, so feeling that I had done my duty to establish good neighborly relations, I started preparing my own meal. The women were quiet; aside from the occasional murmured conversation, it was as if I were alone. After dinner, with scotch and coffee in hand, I set up my tripod at the lake’s edge to photograph the sunset. It was spectacular, and the reflections on the water enhanced the view. As I focused my camera, I felt Mandy and Rae sit beside me rather than saw them.

“Mind if we watch with you?” Rae asked.

“Not at all,” I replied as I started taking pictures. “There’s scotch on the picnic table if you can find a couple of glasses.”

Mandy went off for a minute or two and came back with drinks for both of them. We sat in comfortable silence as the sun dipped below the lake’s surface. I took shots every fifteen seconds or so, capturing the rapid descent of the sun beneath the horizon. For a few more minutes, I kept photographing the blazing sky as it slowly darkened.

Rae said, “Why don’t you come over and join us for some coffee? It’d be nice if you bring your scotch too.”

I agreed and followed them to their campsite, grabbing my folding chair, the scotch, and my cup and glass. Mandy stoked their fire and put on a pot of coffee while we all had another scotch. They planned to stay for three days. Looking back, I am still amazed at how quickly our conversation became personal. They soon learned that I was single, having been divorced for a long time, and they shared that they were in a long-term relationship. We talked about careers, hometowns, politics, religion; it was a most agreeable evening. Only afterward did they admit they had been assessing me as a potential candidate for their little game. At some ridiculous hour, I staggered back to my tent with only the remnants of my scotch bottle and without brushing my teeth, flopped onto my air mattress, and went out like a light.

The next morning, I woke early as usual. My mouth felt dry as the bottom of a birdcage, and I felt scruffy needing a good wash. Everything was quiet with Rae and Mandy, so I stripped down and took my towel, shampoo, toothpaste, and a bucket to the beach to clean up. I don’t like dumping soap directly into the lake, so I swam first, enjoying the cool water over my naked body. After a solid workout, I returned to a grassy area for a bucket bath before swimming again. As I was drying off, the women, completely naked as jaybirds, wandered down to the beach.

“I’m just heading back to my tent,” I said. “I’ll give you some privacy. Why don’t you join me for breakfast when you’re done?”

The women agreed and left me laughing and splashing in the lake. I put together a breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee for all three of us, realizing as I did so that I’d need to make a trip into town later for supplies. When breakfast was ready, I called them over, and to my surprise and delight, they arrived shortly after without a stitch on. They insisted that I had them at a disadvantage and demanded I remove my shorts too. We laid our damp towels on a flat rock with just enough room for the three of us to sit and eat. At first, I was slightly uncomfortable because even though not fully erect, I was definitely enlarged, but the women didn’t seem to notice, and we chatted amiably until breakfast ended. I thoroughly enjoyed that wonderful liberated feeling typical of naturists.

Mandy broke my thoughts saying, “Rae and I have been talking. We felt we should be honest with you and explain that although we’re a couple, we are actually both bisexual. Sometimes we invite a man to join us for some action. Nothing permanent, understand. Just a few days of fun before we go our separate ways.” She turned slightly toward me so one of her nipples pressed against my arm. The feeling was electric, and my cock lurched forward. All three of us watched it lengthen and rise.

Rae broke the silence. “I guess you like that idea!”

We all laughed.

Rae continued, “You’re good company and attractive, so we thought we’d invite you to join us for a little fun over the next few days. You’ll have four breasts and two pussies to play with as much as you like, and we’ll rub you, suck you, and fuck you as long as you can stand it. Would you like that?”

Despite my rising excitement, I knew there had to be a catch. Fantasies like this just don’t happen in real life.

I looked at them warily, my cock wilting slightly. “There’s no way it’s that simple,” I said. “There’s some kind of trick, isn’t there?”

Mandy leaned forward and began massaging my balls while Rae revived my erection.

“We think you’ll really enjoy our game, and of course, you can opt out anytime if you want. So what’ve you got to lose?” Mandy wheedled.

“It’s like this,” Rae said. “We consider ourselves nice women, but we’re also quite kinky. You can have all the things we promised, but you must agree not to cum. If you do, the game is over and we go back to being just good neighbors.”

To say I was astonished puts it mildly. I sat there with my mouth open, genitals highly aroused while two beautiful women rubbed their breasts against me.

“Let me get this straight,” I sputtered. “I can have as much sex as I want as long as I don’t reach an orgasm?”

“You’ve got it!” Mandy chuckled. “Our kink is a bit weird. Nothing turns us on more than seeing a nice cock struggling to cum, pulsing and throbbing with the head stretched and shiny but not finishing. It must be some kind of power dynamic that drives us both wild with desire.”

“So do you two hold off having orgasms as well?” I asked.

“Oh No!” Rae jumped in. “We’ll have lots of them; sometimes making love to each other while you watch, and sometimes all three together. The thing is, it’s not one-sided as it seems. We’ll make sure we keep you right on the edge for minutes at a time. The feeling will be lovely, and you’ll always be ready for more. If you actually did have an orgasm, it would only last a few seconds before fading.”

“interest in sex for days.” “Please give it a try! We think you’ll love it and all you have to do is not cum.” Mandy urged. I looked down at my cock. I’m sure it was harder than it had ever been before and it bobbed up and down nodding its approval of the idea. I took a deep breath. “I must be crazy. I’m in!” The women crowed with glee. “You wash the dishes”, Mandy said “And we’ll keep you hot and bothered.” Rae sat on the rock with the dish-washing bowl between her thighs and the rinse bowl beside her. I set to work with a will enjoying the view immensely while Mandy massaged my testicles from behind. Every so often, her nipples would graze my back and send an electric jolt through me that galvanized my cock. Once the dishes were done, we agreed to go to town to replenish our supplies. Sexual lube, scotch and wine headed our shopping list. Reluctantly we got dressed, though the women insisted no one wear underpants, and we canoed out to the parking lot. We took my car and Rae drove us into town while Mandy and I sat in the back. On the quieter roads, Mandy sucked my cock which certainly made the journey pass quickly. We were back in camp well before lunch and we stripped off quickly. The women settled me on the rock with a bottle of lube and instructed me to tease myself while they put on a show. It wasn’t long before they were on an open sleeping bag in the sixty-nine position avidly sucking and tonguing each other. Every so often they called out encouragement to me to keep hard, to surf the edge and to be careful not to cum. They were so exuberant in pleasuring each other that I had to do very little to hold myself close to exploding. Once both women had climaxed, they invited me to join them on the sleeping bag. I lay between them on my back and they snuggled up to me, stroking my thighs, belly and genitals and tonguing my nipples. After a few minutes, Rae rolled onto hands and knees. “I need a good hard fuck,” she said. I mounted her doggie style and reached under to stroke her nipples. She moaned her approval. Mandy moved behind me and gripped my balls with one hand while lubing my anus with the other. I felt her insert and finger and gently massage my prostate. I pumped enthusiastically and began stroking Rae’s clit. She gasped and began matching my thrusts. I could feel fluid pooling at the base of my shaft and orgasmic contractions beginning. Just then Mandy pulled down on my balls, squeezing hard enough to cause just a little pain. “Easy there big boy!” she said. “I can feel you getting ready to blow. It’s only the first day.” Her actions brought me back from the edge and I was able to resume a good steady rhythm that seemed to suit Rae well. It was a delicious situation. The magnificent view of Rae’s back and bottom, the wonderful sensation of strumming her hard little clit, her moans of pleasure and her tight vagina milking my eagerly thrusting cock all conspired to keep me on an orgasmic plateau that was both agony and ecstasy. Every time I got too close, Mandy with uncanny prescience drew me back from the edge by pulling and squeezing my balls. She later told me that her finger in my anus could sense the muscular contractions that presaged ejaculation. Rae seemed to be on an orgasmic plateau too until finally she urged us to a more rapid pace and came with a loud howl of delight. She collapsed under me leaving me to thrust my cock vainly in the air. The three of us lay down again and snuggled up while the women recovered from their exertions. My own arousal and frustration energised me and soon I offered to make lunch while the women relaxed. They gladly accepted, though Mandy warned me that she would need a good fuck after lunch so I should save some energy for her. After lunch and a little doze, Mandy knelt astride me and lubed up my cock and stroked it until it was good and hard. Holding my cock to her slit, she slid back and forth on it arousing us both. Rae, not wanting to be left out, sat astride my head and encouraged me to tongue her clit. It was a unique and wholly delightful experience helping to stimulate both women. Later I learned that they were kissing and playing with each other’s nipples but I wasn’t able to see this for myself. Both women came at almost the same time and Rae immediately took my cock inside her. Up to this point, I had felt pretty much in control of myself, but as Rae sank down on me, my cock hardened still further and began throbbing. Rae bounced up and down energetically and I gave a muffled yell of warning from under Mandy. Both women lifted off at once and Rae grabbed my balls and pulled down while Mandy squeezed the base of my cock hard. We all watched it straining to cum, bobbing up and down in time to my racing heartbeat, the head stretched and shiny. After a minute or so it began to wilt. The women let go and a thin trickle of semen dribbled from my slit. Disappointment washed through me. Had I blown it on the first day? “Does that mean the game is over?” I asked. “Did you have an orgasm?” Mandy asked. “I don’t think so. I was right on the edge but when you grabbed me everything stopped.” “As long as you don’t have a full ejaculatory orgasm it’s OK,” Mandy said. “The more we tease you, the more you must expect a little dribble now and then. But, if you do have a full orgasm and a spurting ejaculation then the game ends. We put you on your honour to be truthful about this.” “Of course,” I agreed. “But that was close!” The women laughed and Mandy said “We’re going to have to be more careful or our little game will be over before we get properly started.” We spent the afternoon canoeing around the lake. There was still no sign of any human activity so the women went topless. Mandy took the bow position and I the stern. Rae sat on a life jacket in the bottom of the boat and massaged my genitals to encourage my paddling. Back at the island campsite we stripped off and I prepared hors d’oeuvres, smoked oysters on crackers, and served them with a Beaujolais that had chilled a little in the lake. We had bought steaks that morning so I fried them on my propane stove and served them with peas, bread stick and butter which we washed down with a nice Bordeaux. After dinner we played cards until the light began to fade at which point my horniness urged me to action. I asked the women if we could play. “Of course,” said Mandy. “We agreed that you have free access as long as you don’t cum.” We lit a campfire and spread the sleeping bags around it. I began playing with Mandy who was lying on her front. I knelt astride her and stroked her back and the silky skin at the side of her breasts. She moaned appreciatively as I kissed the back of her neck. Rae massaged my testicles, following me around as I aroused Mandy. I moved on to caress and kiss Mandy’s buttocks and the backs of her thighs. I lingered over the titillating creases between the two before inviting her to roll over. Mandy was very aroused, her nipples protuberant and hard, so inviting that I had to suck them. Soon enough, I moved on to lick the folds of her pussy and with her encouragement I flicked her hard little clit to moans of approval. Kneeling between her legs and raising her bottom a little I pressed my erect cock to her slit and slid up and down her wet channel. She followed my movement enthusiastically and soon came hard with a load groan. She drew her knees up and I pressed into her, thrusting hard while Rae pulled down on my balls, squeezing them more firmly as I became more aroused. “Harder! Harder!” Mandy urged me on. My cock throbbed and spasmed desperately, but Rae’s control technique frustrated its efforts to spurt. I felt tremendous, hovering on an orgasmic plateau for what seemed like ages, the pain in my testicles a delicious contrast to the pleasure suffusing me. I angled myself a bit awkwardly so that my cock would drag against Mandy’s clit as we thrust against each other. Eventually, I was rewarded as she howled with delight, cum

ming hard around my rock hard cock. I pulled out and the three of us lay down on the sleeping bags, with the women snuggling up on either side. As my arousal ebbed, the pain in my nuts became more intense. “I don’t think I can handle any more ball pulling tonight,” I complained. “Well,” said Rae, “I need some attention, but maybe we can manage without getting you too excited so your poor balls get a rest.” Taking hold of my scrotum, Rae began a very gentle massage. “Does that help?” she said. I had to agree that despite being a little painful, it felt really good. After a little rest, Rae climbed over me in the sixty-nine position and sucked gently at my cock while I enthusiastically set to work on her pussy. I teased her outer lips and the opening of her vagina at first while I alternated stroking her tight buttocks and her firm plump breasts. I noticed that she reacted more strongly to having her nipples pinched and then her whole breast soothingly stroked so that’s where I focused my attention. I figured that if I was to be teased and denied for several days, it wouldn’t hurt Rae to wait a few extra minutes. I lightly lapped her clit for a moment or two before returning to her labia. I could feel her wriggling, trying to manoeuvre my tongue back to her clit, but I continued teasing until she literally growled at me. It only took a few moments focussing on her clit before she exploded and abruptly pulled away. We snuggled together on the sleeping bags and watched the stars while the fire died down. “Do you think we could sleep right here?” Mandy asked. “Can’t see why not.” Rae replied. “It’s too late in the season for bugs, though we might get cold later. The three of us rolled over sandwich style with me as the filling. It felt delightful to press my cock against Mandy’s bottom and to reach over her and hold a breast. At the same time I could feel Rae’s nipples pressed to my back, her hand gently fondling my balls. I sighed with contentment. Who needs orgasms, I thought, when there’s such a delightful alternative. The following morning I awoke early and slipped away from the two women to make coffee. It was really cool and the women quickly snuggled up, filling the gap left by my departure. I debated whether to put on some clothes, but the sun was already beginning to warm the air and I knew I wouldn’t be shivering very long. I coaxed the few remaining embers in the fireplace back to life with a little kindling and soon had a nice fire crackling away merrily. I started frying bacon and eggs which I sandwiched into buttered croissants; a calorific disaster, but we were on holiday. By the time I announced breakfast, the women were pretty actively into it. “Cold egg and bacon won’t taste very good,” I remarked “and you can always pick up where you left off after breakfast.” Reluctantly the women broke their clinch and bolted for the fire, their nipples delightfully pert from the cold. I passed out plates of food and mugs of coffee while the women teased me about my cold-shrunken cock as we huddled around the fire. We had a leisurely breakfast while the sun rose in the sky and soon we were comfortably warm. I cleaned up while the women encouraged my cock to a more imposing stature. When everything had been put away, they returned to the sleeping bags and set to work on each other all the while encouraging me to keep my cock aroused. They put on quite a show and with a full day of teasing already under my belt, I surfed the edge with very little effort. After the main event, the women provided a delightful encore and then we headed to the lake for a swim. I’m pretty much of a klutz when it comes to swimming, so I stood, legs apart, neck deep enjoying the sensual flow of water over my naked body while the women slid though the water like graceful dolphins, disappearing under the surface every so often. After cavorting for a while, they began delightful under water investigations. From moment to moment, I never knew what part of my body would be assailed by which part of theirs. Nipples grazed by buttocks tantalizingly, breasts cradled my cock briefly and hands stroked everywhere. Eventually I staggered to the shore in a state of sensory overload and sat on the rock watching the women play in the water. When they had tired of their aquatics, the women dragged me to a sleeping bag and each fucked me enthusiastically while the other controlled my arousal by pulling and squeezing my balls. Even though I was much hornier than the previous day, it seemed easier to hold off cumming. Perhaps I was getting better at surfing the edge of orgasm, or maybe the women were more familiar with my responses to arousal and so better able to control me. By the time they had done with me, my whole body was shaking with frustration and sexual tension… I loved it. We packed a lunch and spent the remainder of the day puttering around in their canoe. Again, we had the lake to ourselves, so although we carried T-shirts and shorts for emergencies, we spent the day naked. I thoroughly enjoyed applying sunscreen to the women and they were equally assiduous in caring for me. We explored another small island in the lake, investigated the shoreline and had lunch on a wide sandy beach at the far end of the lake. I did most of the paddling during the day, but was rewarded with gentle handling of my cock much of the time. After lunch, Rae and Mandy took turns sitting astride me and sliding their clits up and down the length of my cock while I sucked their nipples. By the time they were finished, I was a wreck, my cock-head bloated and the shaft throbbing desperately while the muscles in my thighs quivered from the tension. The women lay on each side of me and “soothed” me by stroking my chest, belly and thighs. My arousal was such that my entire body was one large erogenous zone. We watched my cock bobbing up and down in time to my heart beat. “It really looks desperate doesn’t it?” Mandy commented. Rae stroked the back of my shaft with one finger and my cock surged upward trying to maintain contact with her. She chuckled and repeated the motion. “Look how it’s straining for more stimulation. The crown is so stretched it looks as though it could burst.” Mandy pulled on my balls. “Look at these,” she said. “I’m sure they’re way bigger than yesterday. How do you feel now Al?” I thought about it for a few seconds. “I love what you’re doing to me. I could never have imagined how great it feels not to have orgasms, but the truth is, I do feel quite uncomfortable down there; really congested in fact.” “Do you want to quit?” Rae asked. “Oh no,” I replied. “I’m having way too much fun. How about you two? Are you enjoying yourselves?” “No doubt about that. Seeing your cock so frustrated and desperate to cum keeps us both in a state of raging horniness.” Rae said. “We can help you with the congestion if you like.” “I’ll massage your prostate and drain some of the fluid out of you. You won’t have an orgasm, and you’ll still feel just as horny, but you’ll feel relief from the congestion.” Mandy said. She applied lots of lube to my anus and inserted a finger, pressing and rubbing my prostate while Rae massaged my perineum. It felt a bit uncomfortable at first and my cock subsided. After a few minutes, I could feel fluid dribbling out, but without any real pleasure and a little later Mandy withdrew her finger. “That should be enough for now.” she said. “Why don’t we head back across the lake and while you prepare dinner, we’ll start refilling your prostate for you!” That evening, we played cards and drank too much wine, our picnic table bathed in the light of the hissing propane lamp. As the evening grew chill, we decided to sleep in my tent as it was larger than the women’s. We opened up the sleeping bags and spread them around on sponge mattresses and on my air mattress. The women began kissing and fondling each other’s breasts and after a few minutes I invited them to kneel astride my head and coc

As they kept at it with each other, Rae pushed her vulva against my lips while Mandy worked her slit up and down the shaft of my penis, stimulating her clitoris. We moved slowly enough that I could manage my excitement easily as I teased Rae’s clit. Having done this before, I knew the women were completely absorbed in one another; I was merely a convenient outlet for their desire. Still, I was quite content with my part in it—they had been together for years, and I felt honored to be selected as their temporary playmate.

Later on, they rewarded me by doing the sandwich position again, with me as the center piece. I fucked each of them from behind while one kept a hand on me to control my build-up. It was wonderful being right at that tipping point, thrusting into that tight, warm, wet heat and rubbing each hard little nub until both Rae and Mandy climaxed once more.

We slept deeply, which is unusual for me; we woke up late. It was chilly, and I didn’t want to get up and start making breakfast right away. Lying on my back with the women cuddled close, I watched maple leaves dancing in the sun through the tent’s screened opening while they stroked my nipples and genitals. It was incredible feeling so sexually frustrated yet so peaceful at the same time.

We had just finished eating and were having one last coffee before starting our day when Mandy asked, “Last day! Have you decided how you want to end things? You can have a big orgasm hidden inside one of us, or if you prefer, one of us will suck you dry.”

I thought for a moment. “That’s going to be a tough choice. Let me decide by this evening; meanwhile, please keep driving me wild!”

The women laughed. “Don’t worry about that,” Rae promised. “By tonight, you won’t just want to cum—you’ll actually need to.”

We spent the morning canoeing and checking out the other side of the lake. This time, the women paddled while I sat in the middle causing trouble. We teased each other off and on all morning, and I think it’s fair to say I gave as good as I got; both women had nipples rock hard like my cock and were shifting their hips on their canoe seats.

Mid-morning, we found a flat rocky spot for a snack. As we climbed out of the boat, we startled two garter snakes that quickly slipped into the bushes along the shore. After drinking tea from a thermos and eating some cookies, Mandy bent over at the waist. “Bet you can’t spread your legs wide enough to fuck me like this,” she challenged.

Since I was significantly taller than both of them, I knew matching my thrusting cock to her height would require effort, but the offer was too tempting to refuse. I managed it by spreading my legs as far apart as possible. The tension in my thigh muscles greatly increased my arousal despite the discomfort. At the same time, being forced down a bit created extra friction during our coupling. Mandy groaned with appreciation while Rae grabbed my scrotum to keep me under control.

I reached around to play with Mandy’s nipples and she moaned, “Pinch them.”

She bucked against me, sending my arousal surging out of control. “Rae, squeeze,” I gasped.

Rae pulled down hard on my testicles, squeezing firmly. Pain shot through me and my cock softened. “Enough!” I groaned, and Rae chuckled. “Sorry about that! I thought you were going to lose it.”

“You were right,” I panted. “But I’m back in control now.”

I let go of Mandy’s nipples and started strumming her hard little clitoris. She bucked harder.

“Rae,” I warned again. This time my balls were pulled down firmly as Rae clamped a finger and thumb around the base of my penis. Mandy squealed as she climaxed strongly. As oversensitivity set in, she pulled my hand away from her vulva. We stood locked together, panting, while my shaft pulsed uselessly, desperate to release.

“Don’t move!” Mandy murmured. “I want to enjoy this feeling a bit longer.”

I braced myself; the muscle strain in my thighs added to the uncomfortable congestion in my genitals. After a few moments, she pulled away and I relaxed with a sigh of relief.

We returned to camp just in time for late lunch, then dozed together under the warm sun for about an hour. We spent the afternoon playing in the water, and then, before supper, I opened some wine and we sat on our towels chatting. “This morning’s sex got me thinking about different positions,” I said.

“Well, it’s my turn,” Rae said. “What did you have in mind?”

“If we put a sleeping bag on the picnic table and you lie down with your backside at the edge, I could fuck you standing up. That way I can reach your breasts and clitoris. Could we try that?”

Rae was quite excited by the idea, so we placed two sleeping bags on the table and she got comfortable. Mandy stiffened me up again, and I was delighted to find the height worked out perfectly. I buried myself deep in Rae’s vulva while teasing her nipples and stroking her tummy; meanwhile, Mandy took charge of my testicles.

“Tell me what you’d like,” I said to Rae as I bent down to suck one of her plump nipples.

“Do you mind if Mandy strokes my clitoris while you pump slowly?” she asked.

“No problem at all,” I replied. I felt a bit disappointed since I would have liked bringing her to orgasm myself, but then I remembered they shared a loving bond and I was the lucky guest. I worked hard stimulating Rae’s vagina with slow pumps, angling my cock to stroke her G-spot while Mandy reached around me to caress Rae’s clitoris just as only a long-time partner could. I was very hard yet well-controlled. I felt privileged to be part of this intimate moment. When Rae climaxed, Mandy released me and walked around the table to kiss her lover while Rae’s vagina convulsed around my shaft. After a few moments, I pulled out to make supper while Rae and Mandy made gentle love by the fire.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner of fried salmon fillets, peas, and rice, all washed down with Chardonnay. The evening was cool, so we cuddled on the sleeping bags near the fire, drinking coffee and enjoying dark chocolate.

“We have to break camp early tomorrow,” Mandy said. “So I think you should have your big climax tonight. Who would you like to fuck?”

I took a deep breath. “I’ve loved every second of these past few days,” I said. “Your generosity in sharing your beautiful bodies with me, your playfulness and teasing—these are things I’ll remember with great pleasure for the rest of my life. Thank you both from the bottom of my heart. This feeling of arousal and frustration is wonderful, and I think I’d like to keep it a while longer. I’d love one more heavenly night of arousal lying between you two, who knows? I might even spend a few days after we part frustrating myself until I finally blow my load.”

Both women looked astonished. “Well,” Rae said. “If that’s what you want. You’ve been a wonderful sport. Teasing your cock has been such a turn-on for us too, and Mandy and I have had some of the best sex ever. Thank you as well.”

The next morning we broke camp and said goodbye. We all knew it would be a mistake to exchange addresses or try to stay in touch; we’d shared something very special and unrepeatable. I kept those memories safely locked in my mind, ready to replay them anytime I needed arousal. I had learned about the pleasure of abstaining from orgasm and knew I would explore this further. I also decided not to return to this island again—it wouldn’t feel the same.