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Part Three.
We still had moonlight when we lay down on our palm leaves, me now having a T shirt to wear and not feeling the cold air so much. But it was her that rolled over to me this night and cuddled up to me and had her hand come over my waist. Now just with having her bring her body up to mine set my own body into a state of flux. With me feeling her breasts being up close to my back and her hand over my hip, aroused me, and my body gave out a shiver when her hand felt the front of my shorts. She felt what was there inside, a man's penis at a full erection and knew exactly what to do with it.
Her hand then moved and slowly undid each button on the front and with the front now being open, her hand went inside and told hold of my erection. This was then pulled out into the open air as she began to massage it. I couldn't help the groan that escaped my mouth at her hand holding me in a firm grip, moving up and down. Moving the soft skin that covered the hard flesh beneath it and giving me a pleasure that I only normally had when it was my own hand, but with being another hand made it that more exquisite.
She surely must have felt my body start to stiffen up as I began to reach my peak and I couldn't help but give out another groan and speak with a hoarse voice. `I'm cumming,' was all I could say and she heard me for her hand held my cock even tighter and the movement increased and with a big sigh, began to shoot my load out onto the sand. I wasn't even counting how many times I came until there was only dribbles coming out of the head and had her hand leave my cock and felt the back of it brush against the back of my neck and guessed that she was licking off some of the residue of my cumming.
`Does that make you feel better?' she whispered in my ear.
You don't know how much,' I panted. Thank you.'
`You taste nice too,' she said in a whisper again, which proved that she had indeed licked her fingers of my cum.
`I'd like to taste you too,' I said, wondering where in hell had that come from, having only ever once gone down and sucked pussy.
`You can do that now, for I'm soaking wet down there,' she said rolling away from me to be on her back. I then rolled over to see in the faint moonlight that she had a big smile on her face and noticed at the same time that the front of her shirt was open and that the short skirt or whatever it was, up round her hips. She had planned this was the thought running through my mind, but, what the hell, it was what I wanted and ran a hand over a bare breast, feeling the nipple up and hard.
`Can I kiss you Alice?' I asked. Childish I know, but I didn't want her to think that I was trying to be rather forward in what was going to happen. It had to be her choice and not force myself upon her, though that is what I really wanted to do, to be on top of her and forcing myself inside her and really giving her my cum in the right place.
`Of course you can Colin. You can kiss both sets of lips,' and chuckled at the way she was saying that she wanted me to go down and kiss and play with her pussy too. So I leaned over her and kissed her and had our tongues start to play with each other as my hand massaged that lovely breast it was resting on. I spent several minutes kissing her mouth before moving down slightly to begin kissing my way down her body that was open for me to do this.
The neck and throat were kissed before taking each nipple in turn to lick and nibble before kissing one and then going over to the other and then going further down over her bare stomach. The raised skirt was no problem moving over it and finding her sparse pubic hairs and then by moving myself really over her as her legs parted for me to get in between them, began to use my tongue in teasing the lips that were at the entrance to her sex.
So with my fingers parting those lips of her labia after kissing them, I dived in with my tongue and soon had her squirming beneath me a every touch of her clitoris with it. She definitely was wet there and I licked as much as I could into my mouth and found that she tasted as sweet as my pre cum did, something which I really called my love juice, it being so clear and as sweet as honey.
I could hear a mixture of groans and sighs as I plated her with my tongue and was just in time to move my hands up to prevent her squeezing the life out of me with her thighs coming together. This meant I could still breathe as she began to bounce up and down as I nibbled at her clit and brought her up to an orgasm. This was a flood that almost drowned and choked me there was that much. Much more than what a man gives out with his cum. But I managed to take it all and kept on licking her as she subsided down after having had her release, much in the same fashion that I had in my cumming, albeit out onto the sand and not into her mouth as I now had taken hers.
`That's the best yet Colin,' I heard her say. Christ! What had her boyfriend been like with this really being my first time in bringing a female to an orgasm in this fashion. He must have been some nerd! But with that comment of hers, brought me back up to a full erection in spite of cumming only a few minutes ago. So I'm still lying on my front with my cock hard, being squashed by my stomach, kept on licking and using my tongue inside that lovely hot hole until I started having my ears tugged.
You fucking deaf or something?' she almost screamed at me. Now! I want it now! Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me with that big cock of yours!'
I didn't need telling twice, and so stopped licking at her pussy and moved myself up her body, my shorts being pulled off of my body as I moved up till I was on top of her, the head of my throbbing cock now at the entrance to heaven, and without having any other options, moved forward and had my erect piece of meat enter that incinerator, or so felt like, up until I had buried all that I could get of myself inside her. She had given out a gasp as I filled her as her legs came up by my sides and had the heels of her feet dig into my kidneys. She did have long legs.
I had to pause for breath, feeling her inside muscles flexing themselves like mad round my shaft before I could start moving, and it was slow to start with. Taking my time at the thrill of fucking a woman that needed a man to give her the pleasure that was shared, the best I could give. With me up on my elbows and my hips doing the moving of my pulsating cock in and out of that oven styled orifice, I was in a heaven made for men. With her thighs gripping my waist, her fingers clawing at my back, I moved, I conquered and I cummed.
I know, I know, that I have mangled the words of Julius Caesar where he came, he saw and he conquered, but for those of you who do not know the exact words, they were, `Veni, vidi, vici.' See! I did learn something at school. But it was me now that was here, doing just that though in a different order. Though at the same time as I gave her my cum, she had been bucking beneath me and gave me hers at the same time. How is it that women can cum at a faster rate than man, me having had to have had a respite before I was able to cum whereas they can do it at the drop of a hat, or would that be having a prick inside them that accelerates the process? A moot point to ponder, but this was my after thoughts of having fucked the woman I had come all this way to save.
Was it that she oversexed that she wanted a man to fuck her as well as save her? Women are a real conundrum with me not knowing the answer, and all explanations would be welcomed. But I had achieved my goal. Now that is a conundrum if ever there was. Was it purely to save a damsel in distress or was it to be given her body in the doing so? Well I had really only achieved half in reality, well not even that, for though I had come, I hadn't saved her, but had gone and marooned myself too.
I've digressed too much there, for here I was, on top of the woman I had come to rescue, fucking her and still not having saved her, unless it was her desire to once again have a man have sex with her after being without for however many months she had been alone on the island.
But the dice had been rolled and we had blown out, for even though I was now there, we had no means of leaving the island. Wait a minute, my mind cried out. She knew that my rescue attempt had failed with me smashing my boat up on the reef and maybe this was what she wanted now having heard of my telling her of how three other people had survived on a deserted island for years, thinking that the same just might apply to us?
But with me now, lying on top of Alice with my cock buried deep inside her, wondered if this wouldn't be a bad thing. So it was with some reluctance that I eased myself up and had my still hard cock slide out to little cries from her and rolled over onto my back. But she had other ideas and no sooner was I on my back that she was down and leaning on my thighs as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began sucking out the residue of what cum might have been left inside my penis.
It was only when it began to wilt did she give the head a final kiss before sliding up my body and kissing me on the mouth. I couldn't tell if it was her saliva or my cum that I could taste as we kissed, but at that moment, she was my Alice in Wonderland. So after many kisses I got from her, we cuddled and in the holding of each other, we fell asleep.
By Christ! In the morning, she was full of beans where I felt like a wet rag, not even having my usual morning erection, which shows just how much I had been drained during the night's sex furore. She really had been desperate for a man. Well if she'd been having it on a regular basis with her boy friend and then not having any for over six months, it was understandable, but it knackered me.
It was with some inane talk that she did over the breakfast of, can't you guess? Yes, fruit and nuts. Thank Christ for the tins I had brought with me for I would have gone nuts eating them at every meal. We spent the rest of the morning swimming back and forth to the boat, keeping an eye out for sharks, to salvage whatever we could until the boat was completely empty of everything that could be moved.
Though the cushion seats that served as a mattress on the boat were sodden with water, when dried, would make for a better bed than palm leaves, though they took two days before there were really dry to be used as such. For lunch, I would only allow one can of Spam to be opened for us the share and had the inevitable fruit to go with it. I declined the nuts.
It was after this meal that she took me on a trek round the island that only took two hours to get back from where we started from and then she took me to where this pool of water was. I saw immediately that if wasn't much different of that that was on Banz Island, created by a long ago volcanic eruption, though where this fresh water came to fill the pool, I had not the slightest idea. But was grateful all the same which meant we could at least survive with what we had to eat and this water to drink.
I think I upset Alice as we ate our dinner that evening, for I didn't really speak because my mind had gone back to Banz Island where they had survived for nine years before being found. Building a place to sleep that defied the storms and the like and had piped water down from their pool instead of having to make a daily trek up to collect some for drinking and washing. It was only when the meal was over did she bring me back to our present position.
`Well what do think will happen now that you've disappeared as it were to those people back at Townsville?' she asked.
`I can't really say. They know I left to look for you, but, hell, there must be hundreds of islands here. It would be a major operation to instigate a search, let alone the cost,' was all I could come up with at the time.
`Surely someone would come looking for you,' she countered.
I'd rate that chance to being one in a thousand,' I said. I've no people back there to care about me, though there might be a short paragraph in a newspaper of my foolish attempt at rescuing you. I was told that I was mad to even try before I left, so I'm not expecting any help to come from that quarter.' Her shoulders slumped forward as what I had said sunk in.
`So we could be here for years then, just like those people you told me about on Banz Island?' was what she came up with.
`I'm afraid so, unless you can come up with an idea of getting away from here,' I said.
`Can't we get your boat off the reef and patch it up?' was the stupid question, but then, she hadn't really seen the state of the hull as I had.
`No chance,' I said, which that night turned it into being a moot point, for we had a storm. This also proved that the shelter that she had been using was useless. We had just settled down on our palm leaves, the boat's cushions still wet, and they got wetter, when the storm broke and we spent a miserable night, cuddled up to each other as the rain simply saturated us, such was the covering of her shelter.
The storm abated in the early hours of the morning which at least let us to be able to get a little sleep, still huddled up together until we awoke with the sun shining again. I won't even ask you to guess what we had to eat that morning as the stored wood she had was soaking wet and needed to be dried before it would be fit for a fire. The cushions too had suffered and so it would be at least another couple of nights on palm leaves instead.
But the kick up the ass was to see that during the storm, the boat had disappeared and not even a plank had been washed ashore. It was gone and that was it. We were now definitely marooned. For how long? How long is a piece of string was the old saying that came to mind.
I suppose the only consolation was that we had water, food, some of it tinned that wouldn't last forever, and fruit and nuts, so we wouldn't really starve and the only upbeat thing was that I was a man and she was a woman. Now let your mind rove over that. They survived on Banz Island with the difference that that lucky sod had two women to help him get through the time they had spent there before being found. But looking on the bright side was the fact that one woman was as good as two, and as the saying goes, one loaf of bread is better than none.
Alice had actually sat down on the sand and cried when she saw that the boat had disappeared overnight, and it took some time sitting down and holding her saying that at least we were still alive. Still holding her, she twisted her body so that we fell onto our backs.
`Show me that I'm still alive then Colin,' she said, her hand coming down to my crotch. That was all it needed. Her hand where it was for me to become aroused and it then became a frantic stripping off what clothing we were wearing and for me to be up on top of her and burying my cock deep inside her. She had sighed and I had grunted as I filled her with my erection that she had induced and it was only after she had screamed out her delight of having an orgasm and me giving her all of the cum that my balls had held did I think of maybe I was getting her pregnant. It was only when we had come to a stop, our chests heaving at the effort we had both put into this coupling did I ask the question.
`Alice! I haven't used a condom! What if...?' I couldn't finish the question.
`I'm not that stupid Colin. I was able to save my pills, that's why I didn't jump on you the first night. I had to wait three days for them to start taking effect,' was her answer.
`How many have you got then?' was the really stupid question to ask her.
`Enough for two months,' was the reply.
`What would happen between us when they run out,' I gasped, still striving for more breath as I lay on top of her with my throbbing cock still up inside her.
`We'd have to avoid the ovulation period,' was the succinct reply.
`Oh,' was all I could say, not really knowing what this was and how long it would last. I found out later. All that really registered then was that I could fuck her whenever she wanted it for at least two months without getting her pregnant, after that, well, I would have to wait and see. Obviously Robert from Banz Island knew what he was doing, but then, still got both women pregnant twice to have four children by them. I wish I had learnt more from him while I was there, but Alice knew what she was doing, more than I did.
It was now that we both discarded our tattered clothes, my shorts having been quite shredded by catching it on the reef while salvaging from the boat and hers, well they were well past repairing, so from that point on, we both stayed stark naked and just on seeing her big lovely breasts would give me a hard on that she then wanted to be able to reduce me to its normal state. Read that as me fucking her as many times that I got this erection and it came to a point where she would deliberately rouse me so that we could have sex, be it in the shelter, by the pool or out on the beach. The bonus for me was that she would suck on my cock to arouse me sometimes and even do so after we had fucked and she would then try to get any remains of my cum out to taste and swallow.
But after a month, this constant sex became more sedate, being mostly then on our cushioned beds at night and not at odd times of the day for she found that this exhausted me to the point where no work was done. This work was in the building of a more sturdy shelter, finding what she had salvaged, an axe and I was then able to get some strong tree limbs to create a more stable roof and sides to our shelter. Though the hardest task was the fitting up a pipe system to bring the water down to us instead of us going up daily to the pool to collect the water for us to drink and wash ourselves. I had remembered how Robert had set up his water system on Banz Island and then did the same here.
That was finding of shoots that had a bore through the middle and then joining them together with the use of sap from certain trees that acted as a glue. I would cut them so that they could fit into each other while Alice then used the sap to glue the two parts together. The problem then was how to siphon the water out of the pool to run down the glued pipes. This was easily solved by using one of my snorkel masks. That had a tube that could be bent and with one end fixed against the side of the pool, bent to be below the water line which was constant, and the other end, and after making the suction work, connected it to the pipe line, and, voila! We had a flow of water down to the rebuilt shelter.
Mind you, even with us racing back down to our shelter, we found we had already flooded it by not having put a stopper at this end of the pipe, but with it plugged, we now had water literary on tap as it were. So my tour and learning of what they did on Banz Island paid off in this respect.
In between this fitting up of the water piping system, we also built up a beacon fire near the beach, in the event that we might see a passing boat or yacht that might pass within sight. I also still had the Very light and flares that could be used to attract attention. But the days passed, as did the nights without seeing any form of assistance being in sight.
It was with some reluctance that we came to accept that we were marooned. For how long? We couldn't even guess, so more messages were written to place into the only eight bottles that we had salvaged from the boat. Each were dated and began with that the letter enclosed was one of eight, two of eight etc, until all eight were cast into the sea the evening that we had written them.
Four of them were back on the beach in the morning and they were again cast back into the sea only to find that another one had returned the following day. But we persevered and sent it back into the sea and never saw it again. So eight messages in bottles were our only hope of being rescued. Well I had found one of four so the chance or should I say odds, were now two to one in our favour that at least one would be found, and our only hope now was that it wasn't taken as a joke.
We started to get settled into a routine. One was that I would start fishing, though first I wanted to try out our klaxon that I had salvaged to see if it would sound under water. Not immersing the whole thing, but just the trumpet end and Alice sounding it with me being beneath the surface. It worked, as I could hear it and it became our signal that if a shark or two were seen by her on the waters edge while I was diving down to catch crabs or one a couple of occasions, a lobster and she would let me know of these marauders.
To catch fish, we had to rely on my fishing rod and reel until we could catch our first fish and from then on, we used parts of that caught fish as bait to catch more. I then copied what they had done on Banz Island and that was to erect a small enclosure in the sea, close to the waters edge, where they could be stored until we needed one to cook and eat. With this, we managed to eke out the tinned meat for two months before they ran out.
What I haven't mentioned so far, was our sleeping arrangements. The shelter that I rebuilt was much sturdier that what she had contrived, a storm one night proved that it could take the heavy rain and the wind that followed without collapsing or being carried away in the wind. So we now had a dry sleeping place with water on tap as it were, and somewhere that our boat cushions could serve as mattresses and not get wet.
With the shyness of being naked before a member of the opposite sex soon disappeared and we would then be naked for the whole day, and night. At first, seeing her naked, her breasts now a nice brown colour as well as the rest of her body, would get me aroused and she was more than happy to help relieve me of the erection that was quite apparent, be it in the sea at the waters edge, on the beach or on the cushions. On seeing this erect phallus, she would quickly lie down on her back and have her legs open for me to get in between and give her what we both wanted, that being sexual relief. I would bring her up to an orgasm and at the same time, give her the cum that my balls had stored up from our last coupling.
Though after two months of us living on the island, our sexual adventures became relegated to the evening before we slept. Though this also became curtailed after she had run out of her birth control pills. Neither of us knew exactly when it was ovulation time so we had to restrict our sex during the middle two weeks between her menses. Mind you, this didn't stop us from having sex though it was then cunnilingus and fellatio between us. Now I hadn't ever done this to a women, except that once, before but soon got into the swing of it under her instructions and she didn't need any tuition on the sucking of my erect cock. Sometimes it would be one of us seeing to the other, me sucking and licking at her clit until she had an orgasm and then having her use her hand on the shaft of my cock as she sucked, tongued and teased me until I cummed in her mouth. Other times we would be seeing to each other at the same time in what's known as the sixty nine position. You don't need any explanation on my part as to how this was achieved.
With us not having to put up with a winter season, we had to contend with the tropical storms that took that place. Here we could spend up to three days in the shelter, only going out for a bath, using the rain as a shower or having to go to the toilet. Now this was just a deep hole that I had dug and after having a crap, threw in some sand to cover what we had evacuated from our bowels. Having a piss was just a matter of going outside and relieving oneself wherever it was convenient. We had quiz nights and I even managed to make some sort of board for playing checkers, but whatever we did, we soon became bored with our games such as those. Taking their place was sex between us, and of that, we never got tired of pleasuring each other whether it be the fucking or sucking of each other.