Island Survival: Starts by chopping a tree-Chapter 52 [Warning 18+]

Jeff remained silent, the awkward tension between them growing with each passing second. Emma, unable to bear the atmosphere, grabbed his hand and started pulling him.

She led him into a small clearing among the trees, where a large rock sat like a natural seat. Jeff stood near it, his heart pounding as he watched Emma.

"Lower your pants," she instructed firmly.

Emma, being the older one, figured it was her responsibility to take the lead. "He’s just a young man; maybe he’s too embarrassed to say anything," she thought, trying to rationalize the situation.

Jeff, on the other hand, was panicking internally. "What is happening right now?!" he shouted in his mind, his face burning.

"Umm, I think this is wrong. Can we just, uhh... maybe do this later?" he stammered, his voice shaky and unsure.

Seeing Jeff act so timidly, Emma felt a strange sense of amusement. This was the first time she had seen this side of him.

The young man in front of her, who was usually brave and strong, now looked like a frail and nervous child.

Emma couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the thought of teasing him further. But this... this will be on a whole different level.

"Let’s just get it over with," she said, her tone serious.

"I know you can’t handle it anymore. You’re the only man here, and we’re all girls. What happens if you lose control and... ravage all of us?" she asked, her expression as if this was a critical concern.

Jeff stared at her, utterly speechless. "Am I really that kind of person?" he wondered, feeling horrified. The good image he had of himself felt shattered in her eyes.

"Now you see how serious this is," Emma continued, crossing her arms.

"This is bad for your health if you keep holding it back. So lower your pants already—I’ll help you," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I think there’s been some huge misunderstanding, you see..." Jeff started to explain, but his words trailed off as Emma suddenly squatted down and began pulling his pants down.

Feeling his pants sliding, a wave of shyness and shame hit him. He froze, his face burning.

"This kind of thing... it should only happen between girlfriends, or... husband and wife!" he thought, his mind racing.

The memory of their accidental moment from that night flashed in his head, making him even more flustered. Desperate to stop her, Jeff grabbed her hands firmly.

However, when he met her gaze, he was scared. Emma’s face was red, but her sharp, cold glare cut through him like ice.

The intensity of her look made him hesitate, his grip loosening as he felt a chill run down his spine.

Feeling Jeff’s grip on her hands weaken, Emma continued sliding his pants down until only his underwear remained.

"Can’t we just do this another time?" Jeff asked, his voice almost pleading as he looked at her with an innocent expression.

Emma glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Aren’t you a man? Start acting like one. Or don’t tell me... are you really a virgin?" she teased, her tone was playful but her gaze sharp as she studied his reaction.

When Jeff hesitantly nodded, Emma couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. A man’s first time was precious, and the thought of being his first only motivated her more.

However, her words struck a nerve. Being questioned about his manhood sparked a flicker of irritation in Jeff.

"Of course, I’m a man," he thought, though his heart still pounded nervously. Emma, noticing his momentary hesitation, continued.

She reached for his underwear, and Jeff, feeling powerless to stop her, simply decided to let her continue. He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.

When it was pulled down Emma gazed in awe, she momentarily stunned by the sight before her. The rod was six inches long with pure masculinity.

What would happen if it became erect in her hand? She couldn’t help but wonder.

"I will start now, why don’t you sit down on the rock, so you don’t get too tired?" she instructed, and he followed suit, lowering himself down carefully.

Emma then stood abruptly, her face hot with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the magnificent sight before her.

Slowly, she leaned down to him, unaware of the effect she had on him. As she approached, his erection began to grow against his will.

When Jeff saw her cleavage in her open top, now that she was leaning down. Emma caught her reflection in his eyes, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

"Don’t tell me you have some kind of weird fetish because of my breasts, right?" Emma teased, her voice dripping with false innocence.

She batted her eyelashes coquettishly, drawing his attention to the ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top.

She leaned in closer, her breasts rubbing together as she moved, the slightest glimpse of her smooth stomach visible between the swell of her chest.

Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her, the slow seduction of her body before him was mesmerizing. As their eyes locked, a spark of electricity passed between them, making his cock twitch in anticipation.

Emma’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Suddenly his rod began to become more erect as it increased in size even more becoming hard as rock, Emma who was looking at his rod filled with vitality was speechless.

It finally become 8 inches as she wondered what kind of woman could handle this? Like is 8 inches even possible for a young man?

With just her slight tease it finally grown into this size, she decided to just finish this once and for all.

She leaned forward and breathed hotly on it. Wrapping her fingers around the smooth shaft, she began to stroke it slowly, never breaking eye contact.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips as she watched his face contort with pleasure.

Jeff gasped and writhed under her touch, his hips bucking upward of their own accord. Noticing the intensity of his reaction, Emma grinned wickedly.

Experimentally, she ran the pad of her thumb over the swollen head, eliciting a strangled moan from him.

Repeating that process and when 5 minutes passed Jeff did not release, she was confused. Was she doing something wrong? Or she done it a wrong way?

Not gonna lie, this was literally her first time, and she had no idea what she was doing. Meeting his intense stare, she felt suddenly shy again.

Looking down at her chest, an idea emerged to her mind. "Mmm, maybe this will help" she whispered to herself.

Her fingers lingered on the top button of her blazer, a sly smile curling at the edges of her lips.

"Maybe it’s not exciting enough," she murmured, her voice low and teasing, like a secret whispered just for him.

The blazer slid off her shoulders, revealing the delicate lace of her bra beneath, a soft contrast to the sharp lines of her tailored shirt.

Jeff’s breath hitched, his eyes fixed on the subtle curve of her chest, the way the fabric clung to her skin.

His face flushed, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. She tilted her head, watching him with a glint of mischief in her eyes, her hands resting casually at her sides, the bra was still intact though.

She only then used her other hand wrapping around his shaft, as she tilted her head looking at him acting cute.

"Do you love this young man..." she whispered passionately. Biting her lip and making a naughty expression.

Not knowing why, when he saw her made that kind of face. His cock twitched excitedly, making Emma felt the throb in her palm.

His little brother was much more honest than him. She gave him a hand job at just the right speed while cupping one of her breasts, looking at him smugly.

"Do you want to see your big sister’s melons?" she asked flirtatiously.

Jeff hearing this, was unsure on how to respond, swallowing hard as he tried to process her words. She couldn’t help but feel proud of reducing him to silence.

"Just kidding, I won’t show you my breasts," Emma said, continuing to pleasure him.

Jeff knowing that it was actually a joke felt a twinge of disappointment at her words, surprised by his own reaction. He hissed in frustration.

After five more minutes passed with no change, Emma frowned and glared at Jeff, demanding an explanation.

"Hey is your thing broken, why is it still not releasing" she spoked aloud, as she let go of her hand standing up as she crossed her arms raising her boobs upwards.

Jeff was seated so he could see how high and big the mountain was. His face turned red as he looked down.

"I don’t know since I’ve never done this before," he responded, because he had never touched himself before because he thinks that touching oneself is dirty.

Looking at his face devoid of any lies, she could not help but feel a little bit frustrated. "So that means, me giving you a handjob will never finish the job?" she asked narrowing her gaze. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Jeff did not answer since he also did not know, he could feel that he was excited but not to the extent that his semen would come flying.

Receiving no answer, Emma decided to take it up a notch. Since she already started it, she had to make the rock-hard rod calmed down as she gazed at it.

Biting her lips, she reached her hand to her back as she unbuckled the lock making her bra fall to the ground.

"This will be happening one time," she gritted her teeth. Since she also felt challenge, by this stupid rod.

’Yeah, right! ’ - Author