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Mel awoke with a gasp.

Memories pounced on her. Hungrily awaiting her, they made no attempt to take turns. Everything hit her at once. The storm. The waves. Trying and failing to pull in her panicking sails.

She knew this could happen, when she had set out on the ocean by herself. She thought she could handle it. She probably could have, had the storm not came so quickly and the waves not been so high and so much of her equipment hadn't failed her all at once. But they all had. And now...

Well, apparently she wasn't dead.

Sensation trickled back to her. Her long red hair felt a bit matted, her freckled skin a bit wet. But considering her last memory was hitting the roaring ocean face-first, she was doing very well. Her muscles ached, but seemed to be in one piece. Trying to move her limbs, though, met some kind of resistance. Fearing the worst, she opened her eyes.

No terrible injuries, and no restraints, either. She was just under a heavy blanket, next to a healthy fire. She was on someone's couch, in someone's quaint living room, cuddled up beside someone's fireplace.

Mel took in the room - slowly, her neck hurt like hell - but saw no-one. She opened her mouth to speak, but only managed a salty croak. She cleared her throat and readied a second attempt.

"Oh! She's awake!"

Her hosts had already heard her. When they stepped into view, Mel couldn't hide her surprise.

They seemed like a married couple. Not young, but not old either. A husband with a solid, stocky build, and a wife with soft curves under a simple apron. Mel had seen this fundamental blueprint in dozens of port towns.

But she had never seen that blueprint applied to walking, talking otters.

They were about her height, and Mel was not short. Both of them were covered in dark brown fur, which looked especially fluffy in the warm light of the fireplace. Fangs and whiskers and all.

It didn't help that the wife's apron was the only item of clothing between them.

"Are you alright, dear?" Her voice was soft and thick with concern. "We knew you were still breathing, but..."

Mel's own voice had returned. "You... saved me?"

"Oh, Wil here did the scary part..."

A final memory, which had shyly waited for the others to finish fighting. A foggy recollection of wet fur, and cold beach air, and a view of a strong, muscled back...

"Once he got you home, we got you in front of the fire right away. You were soaked, you poor thing. I'm afraid your clothes won't be dry for a while."

Your clothes. Those words were quickly followed by a sharp realization. As sensation trickled back to Mel, she noticed that the blanket over her did feel very nice. Suspiciously nice. 'Soft fabric right against her nipples' kind of nice.

She wasn't upset - she knew wet clothes were a danger to her body temperature. Mel was a practical woman, and accepted that being stripped naked by strangers was, in these circumstances, a mundane part of keeping her alive. She was trying to see it that way, at least. The fact that said strangers were themselves naked, apparently by choice, confused things.

This morning had just been another day on her solo voyage. Now there was an thick, exotic cock in front of her, and she was naked, her tired legs spread.

Mel caught herself. She had been sitting in uncomfortable silence this whole time. Her rescuers still watched her, concerned. "Are you alright?" asked the wife again, having never gotten an answer. "We're sorry if-"

Mel shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "Sorry." Then, "Yes. I'm fine. I'm... Well, I'm exhausted. And I feel sick. And I'm embarrassed, and I'm very annoyed at myself. In that order. But I'll be okay." And then, "Thank you so much."

She was offered a kind little smile. "You're sure?"

"I've had one or two close calls before. I know what it feels like. I just need rest."

"Yes, of course... Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like."

"Thank you. That's very kind of you." Mel adjusted herself, despite complaints from her muscles. "Where... is 'here'?"

She already knew, of course. As part of her very smart and well-considered voyage, she was to skirt quite close to a certain island. Humanity knew it was populated by animal-people, that said animal-people didn't particularly feel like connecting with the wider world, and basically nothing else.

It wasn't like they were at war. She wasn't committing a crime, coming so close. But previous attempts at contact had been politely rebuffed by tall, muscular creatures with claws and teeth, and that's the kind of politeness you don't test.

The wife confirmed what Mel already knew, and was halfway through explaining her husband's role as a lighthouse keeper when she caught herself. "Oh, but I didn't...! I'm Irina, and this is Wil." She indicated her husband with one paw, and he gave a nod. He hadn't spoken this whole time.

"I'm Mel." She very carefully extracted a hand to rub at her face. "I... think I might've seen your lighthouse in the distance, yeah. But I didn't mean to come close to shore. I got blown off course pretty badly..."

"Yes..." said Irina. "Wil saw what happened to your boat..."

Her tone was information enough. "That's fine," sighed Mel, although it kind of wasn't. "Either way, I should rest first."

"Of course. If you need anything, we're right here for you."

Mel managed a smile. "Thank you."

Things moved slowly from there. The otters were happy to give her space. Mel convinced her body to eat some offered porridge (which was pretty good), after which she passed right out on the couch.

#

It was a tiny house. Pleasant, but tiny. There were a few little nooks and crannies, but mostly it was just four rooms. The living room and kitchen below, a bedroom and washroom upstairs. With no guestroom, Mel remained on the couch.

She definitely heard them having sex. At one point in the first stretch of her stay, mostly spent sleeping on that couch, she awoke to sounds drifting down from above. Just a kind of general shifting, until she realized how rhythmic it was. Until she started to make out the breathless, pleasured squeaks...

Mel had rolled over and buried her blush in a cushion.

She wasn't a prude. She was a sailor, and when you spent months by yourself, you had a certain open-minded pragmatism about fulfilling certain needs once you made landfall. But a seedy port was one thing. This was a quaint cottage, with two kindly strangers who had gone out of their way to help her, now just a few feet above her as they engaged in their marital-

Her thighs pressed together. God, she shouldn't have thought about how long she had been at sea before this. She kinda needed a seedy port.

But she didn't have one. And she kept quiet. Her hosts, for their part, showed no sign of embarrassment, so Mel didn't bring it up. Besides, once she had graduated to sitting up by herself, there were more pressing concerns.

None of them knew how a human would be received by the island. It wasn't illegal, exactly, and it wasn't like she had planned this. Mel was reassured that people would be sympathetic about her accident. But the otters couldn't remember a human ever setting foot here. They and Mel agreed that she should lay low, at least for the moment.

It was two days before Mel saw anyone else.

She was helping Irina in the kitchen. With most of her clothes merrily bobbing somewhere in the nearby ocean, Mel had borrowed an old set of loose pajamas from Wil, which fit her status as a tired, recovering blow-in. She was slowly getting used to the otters' casual nudity. In the kitchen, at least, Irina tended to wear her favourite apron. That was something, at least. Then it was just a matter of not getting distracted whenever Irina turned around. Not letting her eyes wander down her back, to her tail, to her...

Mel was looking out the window.

It was a beautiful morning. When the storm left, it brought a week of sunshine in its wake. So Mel saw the white splodge making its way to the otters' isolated coastal cottage from some distance away.

Their mail was delivered by a female seagull. Who apparently also worked naked.

The only thing on her body was a satchel slung over one shoulder. She had feathers and a beak and webbed feet, yes, but in other ways she looked distinctly... mammalian. Mel's eyes were drawn to her smooth, full thighs, up along her stomach to her chest. Her breasts were small and perky and definitely right there.

"Whoa," said Mel, apparently out loud.

"Hmm?" Irina looked out the window. "Ah, yes. Gwen delivers our post twice a week. We don't get much, so she doesn't trek out here every day." She smiled. "It's always nice to see her, of course."

"See all of her..." said Mel, also out loud.

Before the bird reached the house, Wil appeared from the back, and he intercepted her. She waved to him, handed him a few letters, and began to chat.

She was too far away for Mel to make out specific words, but her voice sounded pleasant. She seemed quite sweet.

Mel's eyes still had trouble straying from the bird's chest. Wil and Irina were often naked, yes, but this was their home. Their isolated, private home. Gwen was on the job. Walking right up to house after house, nude, carefree. Mel was trying to work out how best to ask Irina about this, tactfully, when the situation changed.

Wil took the letters and calmly left them by the door. He returned to Gwen, smiling at him from the house's little gate. And as Mel watched, he kissed her neck. Deeply. Gwen gave a soft moan, sliding a hand down his back.

Mel was speechless. She mustered the will to say something, anything, to Irina - and immediately lost it again when she saw the otter was completely calm. She watching her husband pleasuring another woman in their front garden like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mel only found the resolve to address this when Wil began to stroke Gwen's pert, naked ass, and watching them gave her a blush that threatened to spread from her face all the way down her body. She turned to Irina, and then, mostly as something to do, summoned the words she needed.

"Is this... normal?"

"Oh, yes. We're the last house on her route, so once she delivers to us she can relax a bit. No-one's post will be late, if that's what you're worried about."

"That is not," said Mel, in the calmest voice she had, "what I am worried about."

Irina watched her for a moment. This was the most lively Mel had been since arriving, but it wasn't exactly what her hosts had hoped for. "Then... what is upsetting you?"

"I'm not the one who..." Mel thrust a hand out the window. "Is it normal for the man you married to just...?"

She knew the answer even before Irina nodded. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

The question hung in the ensuing silence, only... not 'broken', really, only gently caressed, by the sound of Gwen moaning outside.

"Oh," said Irina finally. "I suppose humans have a... different view of marriage, then?"

"A different view of a lot of things," said Mel weakly.

Irina returned her gaze to the sink, and lacking other options, Mel returned hers to the window. The two were pressed even closer, now. Wil embraced the gull-girl tightly, leaving heavy kisses on her neck and shoulders, gripping her pert ass just under her feathery tail. What struck Mel was wasn't how the embrace looked so familiar, like they were long-time lovers - it was that it looked so mundane, like this was just a low-stakes interaction while Wil's actual lover went on with her day. This really was just... normal.

It was normal how he kept kissing and groping her. It was normal how Gwen's voice had gone from casual conversation to little gasps to, now, wanton moans of need. And it was totally normal when his strong hands guided her into turning around, and bending over, and-

"I gotta go to the bathroom," said Mel, or tried to, and hit most of it. Irina paid her no mind as she fled from the kitchen, eyes down and cheeks reddened.

Lacking a plan beyond escape, Mel did indeed go to the bathroom. This meant she had a cold, quiet room to lock herself in until she calmed down.

However - and she only realized this after locking the door behind her - it also meant she had a perfect view of the front garden. The window overlooked the gate, and it was much thinner than the kitchen's. Now she could see them and hear them.

Quiet, wet noises drifted up to her, mixed with soft grunts of passion. Gwen had a light, delicate voice, and Mel could hear in detail how it was tinged with carnal pleasure.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me," she muttered.

This hadn't worked out. Instead of getting a grip on herself somewhere quiet, she stuck watching. She couldn't just leave the bathroom immediately, right? Against her better judgement, she drifted closer to the window.

They were on the ground now. Gwen was on all fours, kneeling on the soft grass, legs spread. And Wil was pounding her from behind. Every motion of his thick cock making her gasp and sigh.

"Oh, fuck."

Mel couldn't tear her eyes away. It didn't feel like spying if they were doing it in the open. They knew Irina would watch if she felt like it. They wouldn't care if Mel watched too. If she saw every thrust, every tensing of a muscle, as they both got steadily closer to orgasm...

"Oh, fffuck...."

She realized her hand was drifting. All that separated Mel's fingers from her increasingly hot pussy was the simple waistband of these pajamas.

Mel stopped that hand, and with the other, bit her thumb thoughtfully. That would be different. Watching was one thing, but...

A fresh noise from below - a needy hitching of breath as Gwen took his dick deeper - registered in the deepest part of Mel's psyche. She was needy too.

She wanted to head down there and join in. To take that thick cock for herself, right there on the grass. But failing that-

Mel let out a low breath as her fingers sank into her crotch.

Spending months alone at sea gave her a pretty good idea of what her body responded to, and Mel wasted no time, slipping straight into her favourite rhythm. Two fingers, either side of her clit, pumping in and out. The rest of her hand resting amid her bright orange bush.

Normally she kept her other hand close by, for that (artificial) sense of intimacy. But she had other jobs for it right now. First it dug into the windowsill, helping her keep her balance as she found the best viewing angle. She wanted to be able to disappear from the window immediately if her resolve failed her, while still seeing everything she could of this garden mating session.

That accomplished, she grabbed a fistful of the pajamas shirt and took a deep breath through her nose. It was old, and they had washed it before loaning it to her, but it still carried his scent. It smelled like the quiet, muscular animal-man who had pulled her from the ocean. Someone who could clearly do so much more to her, if she just asked him nicely...

Another cry from below stole her attention. Gwen didn't need to ask for anything. She was just getting it. Getting every inch, drilled hard and deep into her willing body. A pace that almost left her too breathless to scream.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Mel sped up her own efforts to match. But why did she have to settle for this? Why couldn't she get pounded and filled like that? Or, maybe instead of cock, a nice warm tongue. Someone to lick and suck and kiss her needy crotch. A soft head between her thighs, soft eyes smiling up at her, Irina-

Mel's hips bucked against her fingers, her arousal spiking with that last mental image. She had to suppress a whine. She wasn't just hot for Wil - Irina had been so sweet and soft and tender. Mel wanted to be taken care of. She wanted to feel that fur against her naked body as Irina took care of her all night...

Her breathing was low and heavy, making her breasts heave, making her nipples rub against the rough but inviting texture of Wil's shirt. God, this sucked!

Trying to wring arousal out of the texture of old pajamas, while right in front of her, the man she needed was... was...

He was slowing down. His thrusts were winding down, but they stayed just as deep. Deeper. And his strong hands slid up Gwen's body and grabbed her, right on her chest, and she pulled her against himself. And she let herself be moved, and threw her head back, and let out an impressive shriek of pleasure. Because he was cumming inside her.

Mel knew she was looking at a shared orgasm, and her arousal and jealousy spiked in tandem. Her hand sped up, desperate for release.

Wil pulled out, and that did it. The view of his thick cock, and the warm otter cum he had spilled, was enough to push her over the edge.

She met her climax with a breathless gasp. Her shaking fingers worked her clit feverishly, trying to wring out every drop of pleasure she could. Trying to make up for months of isolation and days of building pressure.

But it wasn't enough. The high barely lasted two seconds. Her body kept up the motions, but without providing any real satisfaction. She was just cumming onto her own hand.

And below, they looked so happy. Gwen was catching her breath, and before long, was beginning to chat again. Wil stroked her breasts and listened. Again, it just looked... casual. Intimate, but not intimate.

Irina came out too, calmly joining the conversation, and Mel just sank down to the floor. Voices still drifted up, but she didn't want to see them.

She didn't feel ashamed. She just felt horny.

With the clarity that comes after climax, she took a hard look at her situation. She was living with two otter-people. The strangeness of that wore off quickly, after seeing them living their normal, quiet lives. They were otter-people, not otter-people.

And they had sex. Openly. Not just with each other. Wil had just fucked the girl who delivered their mail, and Irina was probably helping her to her feet. Straightening her feathers with those soft, warm hands.

Mel wasn't an anxious person. But like many humans, she was stubborn. Slow to change. She had notions about sex - pretty liberal notions, being an unattached sailor, but still firm ideas like "don't interfere with marriages" and "maybe stick with your own species". Notions that could take weeks or months to let go of...

But sitting on that cold bathroom floor, she made a lot of progress very quickly.

#

After that, the day was quiet again. Much the same as the last few. But Mel was going to make sure the night would be different. The couch had become too small, too cold.

She waited for the right moment. Irina often went to bed first, spending a little while in bed before Wil joined her. Mel chose that as her opportunity. If this somehow went wrong, she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of both of them at once.

Mel's heart was in her throat as she pushed the bedroom door open. Both because of what she was going to ask for - knowing full well she would get it - and because she was completely naked.

They had both seen her naked. But in the blunt, unsexy context of keeping her alive, when she was just a half-dead lump. This was so different. She was showing herself. Giving herself.

The door creaked open, gentle light bathing Mel's blushing face, her perky tits, the smooth skin of her thighs. And from the bed, Irina looked up and smiled.

"Oh! Hello..."

Mel didn't miss the quiet appreciation in her voice. She stopped herself from acting too shyly. Instead, she moved away from the door, keeping her posture open. Letting the otter's eyes rove over her body. "I, uh..."

She drew close. Irina happily put away the book she was reading, giving her guest her full attention.

"I wanted to apologise."

Irina blinked. "For what?"

"I've been, y'know..." Lacking any clothes to fidget with, Mel twirled a strand of her hair. "Awkward. Around you two, when it comes to sex, because-"

"Oh, not at all."

Irina took Mel's hand in both paws, soothingly.

"We weren't expecting anything from you. You're welcome here, and that's that." Her smile was so sweet. "You don't have to do anything."

If her touch was supposed to placate Mel, it wasn't working. That soft, warm fur against her skin just confirmed what she had been missing all this time. "Thanks, but... what if I want to? If I want you?"

"Well then," said Irina, "that's different, isn't it?"

Before she could second-guess herself, Mel leaned down and kissed her.

Irina grunted softly and reciprocated. She was the perfect partner, accepting Mel's clumsiness and gently encouraging her for more. Their tongues met, Irina's slipping into Mel's mouth like, well, an otter gracefully swimming upriver.

Mel felt those paws on her nude skin. Stroking her, exploring her, bringing her close. She was guided down until she was lying on the bed, pressed up against Irina. The kiss never broke, only deepened. Mel hadn't expected her hostess to be cold, or awkward, but this was fantastic. Her body melted as it received exactly what she needed.

One paw settled on Mel's head, fingers moving through her hair. The other went lower, moving down her back until Irina was caressing her ass.

"Yes..." Mel broke the kiss with a gentle sigh. "Please, take me...!"

"This is so exciting..." Irina's voice was as soft as the rest of her. "Your body feels so different... So wonderful..."

Mel felt a thrill of arousal. Her smooth, freckled skin was just as exotic to Irina as the otter's thick brown fur was to her. She was valuable. She was interesting. She was hot.

Riding this wave, Mel slipped her hands under the covers. She took hold of Irina's breasts and gave them a warm squeeze. She was rewarded by the older woman arching her back and letting out a breathy sigh. "Oh, Mel..."

After some shuffling, the covers were pushed to one side. Irina's soft, curvy body was fully open to Mel. She admired the view, knowing she could put her hands wherever she pleased.

Irina smiled up at her, and then, wordlessly guided her back down. They met in another deep kiss, now with nothing between their nude forms. Mel pressed in close, losing herself in the otter's lips.

She almost didn't hear the door creak open.

Human social instincts made her flinch, but she caught herself. Irina's touch was so soothing. But she had already broken the kiss and looked around, to see Wil watching them both. From the foot of the bed, he had a perfect view of both pussies. His wife's, and his guest's.

"Wonderful news, honey." Irina held Mel close, idly stroking every curve. "Mel has decided to join us in bed tonight. She and I were just getting acquainted..."

Wil looked Mel over. Again, this wasn't the first time he saw her naked. But it was the first time he saw her in bed with his wife, being gently fondled, blushing almost as red as her hair. It was the first time he saw her crotch spread and wet and ready.

He smiled.

Mel's heart was pounding again as he drew closer. But even if the nervousness wasn't fully gone, now it was just an undercurrent beneath her true feelings. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted both of them to take care of her all night.

She crawled forward before he had a chance to climb onto the bed. Mel wanted to speak his language, as it were, so she made her intentions clear without words.

Her hands slid up his inner thighs - god, this fur was so thick! - until one reached his balls, and the other, the base of his cock. Mel very gently ran her nose up his shaft, sampling his musk. And, looking right up at him, she lay a wet kiss on his tip.

Wil laid a strong paw on her head. All the communication she needed.

She built up slowly, licking and kissing his cock to hardness. It was a good idea. She wanted to get used to it before shoving it inside her, and good god, was she going to have it inside her. Her pussy was wet just thinking about it.

It suddenly became much, much wetter. Mel gasped, her hips bucking, as a warm tongue moved against her.

She surrendered to the sensation, gripping Wil's hips for support. Irina was giving her the same treatment she was giving her husband. Getting her nice and ready. Mel took a moment to adjust to it, but soon recovered. She settled back into Wil's crotch, now enjoying Irina's gentle ministrations. Giving and receiving at the same time felt awesome.

The arousal steadily building inside her also pushed her to go further. Soon, she wasn't just lightly kissing Wil's cock. She wrapped her lips around him and went down, sucking on his thick meat. She listened carefully to his breathing, eager to do a good job. The sooner he was fully erect...

She wasn't waiting long. Once she was satisfied that she had gotten him fully hard - and 'satisfied' was definitely the right term, he felt great filling her mouth - she moved back with a grin. Irina moved with her, both women ready for the next step.

"Come here, Mel..." Irina sat back, spreading her legs - an invitation for Mel to rest against her. "I get the impression you'd like to be right in the middle, hmm...?"

Mel gave her a grin, and settled in. She matched Irina's pose - legs spread, pussy ready - as warm arms wrapped around her, holding and stroking her body. "I'm ready." She looked up at Wil. "I... I want this. Please."

He nodded. He moved in close.

Mel bit her lip, unable to move her eyes away from his thick cock. Her gaze was only broken by Wil gently angling her chin up so he could kiss her. She relaxed against his wife as they kissed. Classy. A nice move before he started fucking her, but by now she didn't need much foreplay.

When she felt his dick touch her skin, she couldn't hold back a little moan, lost against his lips. He moved his hips into position, and she twitched from sheer anticipation.

Finally, finally, he pushed in.

Mel let out a groan, breaking the kiss as her head lolled back. She didn't go far, still supported by Irina's soft body. She had been right. Squeezed between the married couple was exactly where Mel wanted to be.

Wil sank deeper into her, each slow thrust bringing more of his meat inside her. She welcomed him with needy clenches of her walls, trying to match his rhythm. But she didn't overthink it. There would be plenty other opportunities for sex after they had gotten used to each other. Mel's immediate priority was release. She wanted a hard, passionate fucking that would finally let her relax.

Some part of her realized what all this meant. She still didn't have a firm plan for leaving this island, and suddenly there was a very real chance she never would. A whole civilisation of cock and pussy and ass and tits and mouths was open to her, if she wanted it...

...but all her focus at the moment was on the husband fucking her crotch and the wife caressing her body.

Mel was never quiet during sex, and especially not here. She didn't hide her gasps and whimpers and swears, instead fully losing herself in the moment. Wil didn't disappoint. Every motion sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Mel's needy body, heightened even further by the gentle motions of Irina's hands.

"That's it," she murmured. "We're so happy to have you here... You look so beautiful like this..." She planted a kiss on Mel's cheek. "Talented, isn't he?"

"Fffuuuccckkk," said Mel, the word dragging out of her heaving lungs. "D-don't stop...!"

She threw her legs around his hips, squeezing his thick cock as hard as she could. He matched her, gripping her waist tightly and steadily building his rhythm. Before long he was fucking her at a relentless pace, his dick drilling deep inside her and damn near leaving her breathless.

Mel couldn't form words any more. Lust had overtaken her, filling her soul as completely as Wil filled her pussy. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him desperately. Nothing in the world could have stopped her from riding this cock. She was overwhelmed.

And underneath her, Irina was completely calm. Pleased, yes, and more aroused by the minute. But calm. Happily enjoying this shared evening - the wonderful sight of her husband balls-deep in a new friend. In fact...

"Oh, I know that face."

Irina murmured into Mel's ear. Her next words made the human's needy pussy twitch.

"He's close. He's going to cum."

"Oh ffffuck...!"

"Are you sure about this?" she said, her voice warm and honest. "He can stop, if you-"

"No!!"

"You want him to?"

"Please!" Mel's face burned. Her whole body did, every fibre screaming with need. "Please, do it! Fucking - cum inside me! I need it! Please! Plea-!"

Wil didn't need to hear more. Still pounding her body forcefully, his cock twitched once, then twice - and then unloaded inside her. In an instant, Mel felt warm otter jizz filling her desperate pussy, and she surrendered to her own, loud orgasm.

"That's... Holy shhhit!" Mel's screams of pleasure were softly silenced as Irina muffled her with a soft kiss. Mel's energy instead channeled through her body, her hips pushing against Wil's frame as her walls hungrily milked his cock.

Mel was pleasantly surprised by Wil's reserves. She knew he had already cum today - she'd watched him - but there was no shortage of hot sperm to fill her. The sweet sensation drew out her own orgasm, leaving her a breathless, blushing wreck.

That made her all the more grateful for Irina, whose grip never wavered. "That's it... that's it..."

She started to kiss Mel's face, and so did Wil. Both of them carefully bringing their guest down from the dizzy high they had brought her. Mel mumbled out her gratitude. She almost felt drunk.

She knew this was only the beginning. Something wonderful had started here, with this, the first of many orgasms. A considerate little part of Mel's recovering brain pointed out Irina hadn't cum yet. Mel hoped to fix that herself.

But for the moment, she needed to catch her breath. When Wil eventually pulled out, she watched - and felt - his thick cum slowly slide out of her satisfied pussy.

It was the start of something, alright. But Mel didn't realize just where this lead - for her, and countless others.