Marooned

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What else? She had been on this deserted of all other humans island from a child, also a ship wreck. That much I quickly learned, since her spoken language was limited, preferred the warm breezes to her bare skin for clothing, hunted and fished with natural ease. That I wrecked on this island was fate.  Of all the hundreds of islands possible, I chanced on this one. I was only glad that I had left my passengers at the last port of call, deciding to make this leg alone. The first storm took my bowsprit and nearly the mainmast of my yawl.  Jury rigged the forestay to the anchor winch to continue.  The second storm battered my 'Iwalani' that compass was destroyed, radios, navigation aids gone, and now on jury rigged tiller.  The final storm, some thirty six hours of it or more, I don't remember,  slammed us on to the beach of this island.  I estimated those storms had driven us at least a thousand miles southwest of my planned course. </I></div> <div> <I>'Iwalani' lying on her side on the beach, the easing storm still pounding us, I remained in the boat until daylight. <IMG SRC="2bbe1960.jpg" border=0 width="225" height="150" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="8" VSPACE="8"> By morning the seas were calm, much milder waves washing past us to the beach.  I took a few important survival items, one small sail for cover, food, water and made a shelter at the edge of this tropical forest.  </I></div> <div> <I>The rest of the day I made many trips back to the boat to salvage everything I could.  Food, clothing, stored sails, tools, anything, everything and even managed to save all my cases of wine, brandy, the essentials for roughing it.</I></div> <div> <I>That first night I did not sleep much.  Every sound made by waves, wind through the palms, I listened carefully for anything unusual.  The only weapons I had were knives, and a flare gun for defense in case of whatever.</I></div> <div> <I>Before daylight started to break I must have finally fallen hard asleep. What woke me was either a dream from lack of sleep for the past few days, or the presence of something or someone.  I felt I had seen a shadow move slowly in front of the opening of my shelter and vanished as I opened my eyes. It sent a cold shudder through me and quickly woke me.  I looked for footprints, but almost impossible with all the trips I have made back to the boat, setting up camp and wandering around exploring my surroundings.  </I></div> <div> <I>Making a small fire for my coffee, I still felt as though someone had been there, and that maybe I was still being watched from a distance.  A very uneasy feeling.  It's amazing how the mind plays tricks when you feel you are completely alone.  There was no wind, yet there seemed to be a very soft motion of air through the palms.  It made the most un-easing sound as it passed through the palm fronds.  The sound as though  a group of small children softly humming a tune in the distance.  Yet when I intentionally listened, I heard nothing. </I></div> <div> <I>Sitting drinking my coffee, I decided today I would do a bit more exploring to see how large this island was,  what I could find for food and water. </I></div> <div> <I>With my knife, compass, paper, pencil, a jug of water I started marking, plotting a trail as straight as possible into the island.  My plan was four hours out, and then back to camp.  The following day perhaps a path in a different direction.  I walked, marked a trail for about two hours, which I estimated to be about four to five miles.</I></div> <div> <I>The terrain now starting gradually to climb.  It seemed that eyes were on me constantly.  When I suddenly hesitated and froze in my steps to listen, I was convinced I heard soft crackling sounds, but could not pinpoint from which direction. I would rather have had a confrontation, from either animal or person than not knowing, what, where or intent.</I></div> <div> <I>I decided I would  go another hour and then turn back toward camp, when I came on a steep rocky, overgrown ridge.  Seemed like the base of hill or mountain.  With the dense vegetation it was impossible to judge how far up it went.  The climb began as many ventures, "just a little farther, and a little farther yet,".</I></div> <div> <I>Two hours later I finally came to gradually level ground, and beyond I could see a long valley, surrounded by small mountains.  It looked almost like a crater, now overgrown, made millions of years ago by meteorite.</I></div> <div> <I>I could see the beach where I landed, but not my camp from there.  This island was much larger than I had thought.</I></div> <div> <I>I sat there for a while, to rest from that climb and decide when and how I would explore the valley. On the other side of the valley, which I estimated was at least five miles away I was sure I could see what was not natural.  By that I mean, that what was out of place among the dense forest. Sort of a discoloration which did not fit in the landscape.  </I></div> <div> <I>I had no idea how long I sat there studying the distance, but suddenly decided I better make my way back to camp, and the next day plan another exploratory walk. </I></div> <div> <I>When I stood and turned around, there she stood, a few paces behind me.  I must admit it startled me to pale and a sudden adrenalin rush.  </I></div> <div> <I>She just stared at me for moment, I suppose to see my reaction to her presence.  She was definitely of Polynesian decent. Not very tall, soft round face, golden brown complexion,  long black hair, soft dark eyes, only a small cloth wrapped around her waist.  A face that gently smiled when not smiling. </I></div> <div> <I>After the initial startling moment, she motioned me to follow her.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Where to?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru"</I></div> <div> <I>"What is that?", I knew by her answer she understood very well.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru, our Chief,"  again motioning me to follow.</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell Ahuru I will see him tomorrow," I said, "now I am going back to my camp.", and started back toward the trail I made up here.</I></div> <div> <I>If I was walking into something, at least I wanted my flare gun by my side.  This knife was not enough to intimidate anyone.</I></div> <div> <I>I only got a few steps in the direction and I was surrounded by eight to ten more like her.  Where they came from I have no idea, they just seemed to appear from the bushes, carrying sharply pointed, short bamboo pikes.</I></div> <div> <I>They didn't threaten me in any way, but there was a determined look in their eyes I didn't care to argue with.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru is waiting for you," again motioning me to follow.</I></div> <div> <I>"I guess we are going to see Ahuru," I thought, as I followed her along the crest of the rocky hill.  </I></div> <div> <I>The troop with the bamboo pikes, bare breasts swaying, behind me. </I></div> <div> <I>I guessed they had been what I barely heard all around me all the way from my camp. </I></div> <div> <I>We had walked about an hour in the direction I saw the oddity in the landscape. Gradually the trail they were now following led down among the overgrown rocks. </I></div> <div> <I>Through the dense trail I could see a clearing, voices, activity.  Actually once out of the thick forest we came on to a very large clearing with thatched houses on stilts.  A village of about fifty people, with one very large ornate hut, decorated with flowers, carved icons, and a balcony with what was obviously meant to be a throne so to speak.</I></div> <div> <I>That was where they led me to, up the raw steps, still surrounded by troop. </I></div> <div> <I>She who had led us here, rang, a ships bell hanging from one of the posts.  I guessed it must have come from a shipwreck someplace else on the island.</I></div> <div> <I>The bamboo curtains from the hut parted and out walked what I assumed was their Ahuru. His face hidden my the most evil looking, carved mask, his body draped in miles of coral and shell necklaces, grass and reed skirt, ankle decorations with coral and grass.  A man about my height, moderate build.</I></div> <div> <I>He sat himself on throne in the most arrogant manner, and began jabbering to the one who had led me here, in a language which made no sense at all.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru says you must kneel to him," she said</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell Ahuru I kneel to no one," in a very relaxed tone.</I></div> <div> <I>The eight to ten spear girl guards as I called them now, moved in closer around me.  </I></div> <div> <I>Ahuru arrogantly waved his hand for them to remain back, but they formed a semicircle around me.</I></div> <div> <I>Again he mumbled some gibberish.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru says if you do not kneel, then you must bring him many gifts."</I></div> <div> <I>Something hinted I was also in control, but not sure why.</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell Ahuru to kiss my ass,"  I said, "he must give me gifts."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru says you are too arrogant when surrounded by his guards," she translated,</I></div> <div> <I>"No more than he," I said "with his guards to match his arrogant words,"</I></div> <div> <I>That was the last straw for him, and they methodically escorted me away to what seemed like a guard hut, with only one way out, past his pike girls.</I></div> <div> <I>I sat there contemplating my next 'wise' move for several hours, when the lead gal came for me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru wants to see you now." she said, pointing down the stairs.</I></div> <div> <I>Again, with the royal guard following we marched back to the Chief's hut.</I></div> <div> <I>He sat there on his throne, with that evil mask, thumping his scepter to the wooden floor.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru asks what it is you demand, and why?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell him I make no demands, but he could be kind enough to share his bounty,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru asks how you could be so arrogant as to ask of him?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell Ahuru to look into my eyes, and then see if he can ignore my request,"</I></div> <div> <I>With that he slammed his scepter hard to the wooden deck, rose from his throne, turned and went into his hut.</I></div> <div> <I>Almost inside he called "Ani", and she ran up the stairs into the hut.  She was the one who had led me here.</I></div> <div> <I>There were a few moments of heated words exchanged, which almost sounded like half broken English. </I></div> <div> <I>"Why wait standing," I thought and made myself comfortable on his throne.</I></div> <div> <I>That was NOT appreciated by the royal pike guard, and they quickly came up the stairs and stood around me.</I></div> <div> <I>Although, my arrogance seemed to restrain them.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh well,"  I thought, "sit here, comfortable, surrounded by spear toting bare breasted guards, overlooking the village, why not relax while that Ahuru character decides what he's going to do about me."</I></div> <div> <I>It was getting well into dusk, and was obvious I would spend the night here.  It would be senseless trying to make my way back to my camp on the beach in the dark.  Or so I thought.</I></div> <div> <I>Barely any daylight remaining, Ani came out, looked at me as if I were a nuisance, rather than a threat, mumbled something to the rest, and again motioned me to follow.</I></div> <div> <I>"We will escort you back to your camp," she said, but not the same way we came from.</I></div> <div> <I>The royal guard again, bare breasts gently swaying, marching behind us. </I></div> <div> <I>Once back in the thick of the forest, we followed a trail along a crystal clear stream for more than an hour, then under a waterfall, which led to a tunnel through the mountain, and we were back to where my trail up originally began.  A quick two hour walk and we were back at my camp.  They knew I had shipwrecked long before I set up my camp. They must have been watching me all the time, from the first.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as we arrived at my camp, the royal guard disappeared back into the thickets, Ani still standing in front of my sail shelter.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru said I shall keep you warm tonight," she said, "tomorrow he will decide your fate. Now we go bathe."</I></div> <div> <I>With that she quickly let her waist wrap drop where she stood and started walking toward the water.</I></div> <div> <I>Again she motioned me to follow, only this time is was a more playful motioning.</I></div> <div> <I>It was quite easy to see, her passion was the water, as she threw herself into the mild waves, the gentle teasing of the crests on her naked body.</I></div> <div> <I>I just as quickly forgot all my doings with that Ahuru character, stripped off my shorts and dove in along side her. There is something very soothing, the naked body rolling in the gentle waves at night. </I></div> <div> <I>She pushed me belly down and began scrubbing my back with her hands, then threw herself into the shallow water.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now you wash my back," she giggled, rolling herself over away from me each time I reached for her, then just as quickly rolled herself back toward me.</I></div> <div> <I>"This must be some sort of local water game,"  I thought</I></div> <div> <I>From me being a nuisance to her, now I was someone to play games with.  It seemed as though the rest of the day never happened.  Whatever moon there was, it was only enough light to see a few feet around us, and a slight horizon. </I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="2c0eb9c0.jpg" border=0 width="235" height="156" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">It wasn't as much bathing each other as it was playful, foreplay, teasing, frolicking.  Each time I fell to my back in the water, she swiftly pounced on me, trapping my legs between her thighs, rubbing my belly, fondling my cock, then threw herself backwards into the water with a huge splash.  It became a back and forth teasing, resembling an acted wrestling dance. </I></div> <div> <I>Amidst her antics, and playful frolic, I never noticed, but was now with a very proud, demanding erection, which even in the poor light was hard to ignore. </I></div> <div> <I>There was nothing inhibited or bashful about her toward our merry , mating antics.  On my back in the few inches of water, my erection protruding like a periscope.  For a few seconds she gazed at it, a mischievous grin, rose to her knees, to a gentle grip of it as if taking hold of a spoon and slowly raised herself up, taking me along.</I></div> <div> <I>What had Ahuru instructed her, or was this her own play.  Why would she now be so jovial, elated, amiable as though SHE had chosen me as hers.</I></div> <div> <I>She gently, yet firmly held my stiff cock as I stood, and led me behind her as though on a leash out of the water, up the beach to my sail shelter.  All the way to the shelter she playfully skipped, mischievously giggling as she dragged my behind her as if she had found a naughty toy. In her free hand, dragging along a hand full of kelp.</I></div> <div> <I>"What sort of frolicsome ritual is this?" I thought, as she pointed to the large driftwood log for me to sit on, my fine erection now slightly waning.  </I></div> <div> <I>Sitting there I watched her scurrying around for more dry wood to put on the dwindling fire I had made until it was again with a bright flame.  I was enjoying, relaxed, watching her glistening naked body, still wet with beads of water, while she played with the fire, scampering around, rummaging through my salvage for whatever.  I assumed this was a ritual, as old as time itself.  The fire and water, without which we can not survive.  She stuffed the kelp into my tin coffee cup, washed it several times with my drinking water, then filled it and set it to cook on the fire.  Cloth in hand, she took the boiling mixture from the fire, poured the liquid into another in cup and handed that to me to drink.</I></div> <div> <I>"I am NOT drinking that." shaking my head,</I></div> <div> <I>"You must drink some," kneeling, holding the cup out to me.</I></div> <div> <I>"I will," I said, "if you drink some first."</I></div> <div> <I>"But it is not for ME," looking rather disappointed that I did not trust her.</I></div> <div> <I>"You drink some first, and then I will drink it," I repeated,</I></div> <div> <I>"But I should not drink it, it is only for you," holding the cup higher and closer to my face.</I></div> <div> <I>"Not until you take a drink of it first." </I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," taking the cup to her lips, "I will show you,"</I></div> <div> <I>She took several token sips and then raised it back up to me.</I></div> <div> <I>"You see," she grinned, "it is good. Drink!"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why not." I thought, "if she were going to poison me, she could have found other ways than the most direct." </I></div> <div> <I>I drank the mixture, which tasted horrible, almost like salty, over cooked, bitter tea. </I></div> <div> <I>Again she began rummaging through my sail shelter and came out with several blankets dragging behind her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Stand," grabbing me by my wrist to stand, and draped the blankets across the large driftwood log. By the waves of storms it was buried beneath the sand with only half its girth out of the sand. </I></div> <div> <I>Having the blankets arranged on the log to her satisfaction, she pushed me, both hands to my chest.</I></div> <div> <I>"Lie down here,", then plopped herself, straddled on the log between my spread legs with the cup remaining kelp from the concoction I just drank.</I></div> <div> <I>Very ritually, carefully she wrapped the still quite hot, but very soothing kelp leaves around my limber cock.  Almost as if wrapping a bandage on a wound, completely covered, and holding with both hands, gently kneading it.  </I></div> <div> <I>In a matter of minutes I had an erection bursting through the kelp, such as I could not have imagined.  Such a hard, throbbing erection as if pleasure and pain, wanting to explode. I was convinced if I had stood up, she could have hung an anvil from it, and it would not have bent.</I></div> <div> <I>"You see how the drink of Meherio gives pleasure?" unwrapping the kelp from my cast iron tool.  This was no longer an ordinary cock like I had known myself to have.  </I></div> <div> <I>"This stuff sold in the world I had left would make a man wealthy beyond all dreams," I thought as she pulled, forcing my cock to vertical, spread her thighs wider, sliding herself slowly down on it. </I></div> <div> <I>I have known many erections, but never one such as this, wanting to force itself to touch my navel, yet now deep inside her scorching depths.  Rocking and grinding herself on my cock, it felt as though the heat from the hot leaves of kelp had invaded her.  </I></div> <div> <I>She thrust, shimmied, shivered, rolled her hips in a steady,  rhythmic, sensual dance like motion. I felt like all the blood was being drained from my brain, light headed, dazed as her pussy flexed, burning around the length of my cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"O-o-o-orrraaammma, oorraamma," she began chanting, quivering, her belly muscles tightening to her orgasm. I felt her hot juices flowing to my groin, and again,</I></div> <div> <I>"O-O-r-r-raaa-raaammmmaaaa", in a wavering, lyrical screech that I was sure could be heard for miles, head reeled back, waving her arms to the sky, or to the 'Gods' above.</I></div> <div> <I>When I released, I was sure I had damaged something.  It felt like hot lava erupting from my cock.  Those few seconds that I erupted she rapidly thrust even harder and more violently to my cock that I was certain it would break off like a dry twig.  </I></div> <div> <I>A few explosive, very violent moments, and she slowly lowered herself, pressed to my chest.  Both of us, deep, sporadic breathing, slow thundering hearts pounding like distant drums.</I></div> <div> <I>It seemed as though we had dozed off in that position for a while, at least if felt like we had, or perhaps simply in a trance. </I></div> <div> <I>She raised herself lazily up again, staring at me, hands pressed to my chest for support.  For a moment I wasn't certain, but quickly realized my erection had not diminished, not the slightest. It was as though I was with a iron rod protruding between my thighs.</I></div> <div> <I>"What was that drink she gave me?" I thought, "it was not natural to retain such a erection after the explosive release I had."</I></div> <div> <I>Once again she began pleasuring herself, grinding her now very wet, dripping pussy on my shaft. Raising herself up, and almost off it, then slamming down, hard to my groin, impaling herself with flinching, contorted face pleasure. </I></div> <div> <I>She continued hammering herself down harder and more rapidly to each orgasm following the previous. As much as I was enjoying the feel of her eager, gripping, scorching pussy around my cock, I was also having the wind knocked out of me each time she slammed herself down. </I></div> <div> <I>The sound of her wet thighs and ass pounding down on my thighs sounded like slapping two hunks of raw meat together. </I></div> <div> <I>I stopped counting her orgasms after somewhere around ten, with each one more ferocious and savage than the previous.  When I thought my hammered cock and groin could take no more, she leaned back, looked at me through her glazed eyes, and said,</I></div> <div> <I>"We will go to sleep now?", then slowly stood up, reached her hand to me to follow her to my sail shelter, dragging the blankets along.</I></div> <div> <I>The blankets spread, one rolled for a long pillow to share, another to cover us, and my cock still as aching stiff as first.  </I></div> <div> <I>"What has she done to lock my cock in this state?" I thought, "what now?", as we covered ourselves, and she quickly fell asleep.</I></div> <div> <I>I laid there for quite some time, trying to focus my mind to relax my stiff cock, and fell asleep like that.</I></div> <div> <I>A slight wind, the sound of the waves, and the sun coming over the horizon when I began to wake.  To my horror, that cast iron cock had not subsided a bit.  I was just as stiff, aching, throbbing as before I fell asleep.</I></div> <div> <I>I was getting seriously concerned as to what she had done with that kelp drink.  I pulled the blanket back to take a look at myself, then gently rubbed her shoulder to wake her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ani," I said softly, "Ani, what is this?" putting her hand on my still timber hard cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhh", her face flushed red, and she quickly rose and knelt over it, wrapped her hand around it, softly blowing her warm breath on its raw crest. Fondling with her fingers, blowing warm breaths, and encircling her hot, wet tongue around the pulsating head until I released with such force, I thought I would go blind forever. I was exploding, yet nothing left to release, but after several minutes of her methodical manipulating and my dry explosion, my cock finally began to relax.  I never thought I would be glad to lose an erection, but for the moment, I was glad my cock was limp.</I></div> <div> <I>Her warm hand still holding it, she looked at me in a very naughty, mischievous, guilty grinning smile. </I></div> <div> <I>"We must go," handing me my shorts, then putting her wrap around her waist. </I></div> <div> <I>"Where must we go?" I asked, "and why now?"</I></div> <div> <I>I had no sooner finished my sentence, when the front flap on the shelter opened, with several of the bare breasted royal guard looking in, giggling, but also motioning that we come out.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahuru wants you to come," pointing that I put my shorts on.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ani," I said, standing there naked with my shorts still in my hand, "you and your guard go tell Ahuru to </I><I><IMG SRC="2c29bdc0.jpg" border=0 width="155" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6"></I><I>come to me."</I></div> <div> <I>"That will anger him," still motioning for me to come with her and the six guards.</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell him it will anger ME if he does not come here."</I></div> <div> <I>She didn't like what I had just said, but quickly left with the guard to bring my message to Ahuru.</I></div> <div> <I>I broke out one of the bottles of brandy I salvaged from my boat, rinsed out my tin cup, poured a nice large one and took a seat on that ritual log.</I></div> <div> <I>I was now very relaxed, recalling the hours of erection, and Ani's wild play on me. </I></div> <div> <I>A few hours later, I could hear the advance of a large group of people coming from the interior.  Within a few moments the Ahuru with his entourage came leisurely into view.</I></div> <div> <I>As they came closer, I stood, turned and went into my shelter, sat down and waited.</I></div> <div> <I>After some moments of discussions outside he came in and also found a comfortable place to sit.</I></div> <div> <I>"You may as well take off that mask,"  I said, handing him a cup of brandy.</I></div> <div> <I>"How did you know?", removing the mask.</I></div> <div> <I>"That scar on the side of your foot, where you and Sister Beth played doctor, patient a little too rough."</I></div> <div> <I>"Ahhh yesss," he mumbled, "she did get a bit carried away at times."</I></div> <div> <I>"So now," I asked, "how did you end up here, as this Ahuru character?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I made the mistake of going back to town from the monastery, rather than leaving, and they caught me.  They were about to hang me, when the police chief suggested other. They sold me to a ship, sort of Shanghaied me. When the ship passed here during the night, I saw fires on the shore and I jumped overboard."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then, what is it with this Ahuru business?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Quite simply," he smiled, "the islanders never saw the ship, I came out of the water, and they assumed I was sent by their gods to replace their chief who had died, and they gave me the name Ahuru."</I></div> <div> <I>"And what?" I demanded, "you were hoping I would cower to that display?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No, I was just having fun and see how long it took you to figure it out."</I></div> <div> <I>"And now what?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Easy," he grinned, "since you also came from the sea, I will appoint you as our long awaited Shaman."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I laughed, "you haven't lost your touch for bullshit."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'll get Ani to take you to your hut," motioning to her, "later tonight we'll have dinner and I'll explain all this to you in detail."</I></div> <div> <I>The trail we took led through the thick tropical forest, back down toward the beach.  Ten minutes later, walking along the beach we came to a hut, on stilts, some three meters off the ground, at the edge of the forest.  It was quite a large hut.</I></div> <div> <I>Ani pointed to it, then just as quickly turned and headed back.</I></div> <div> <I>As I climbed up the ladder I caught scent of a faint, flowery aroma.  My friend had done me justice, I must admit.  The hut may have been crude, or perhaps rustic, yet the furnishings far from it.  I assumed he had scavenged them from the many shipwrecks on the reefs.  Even a balcony, I would call it.  Several elegant captain's chairs, a wrought iron with marble top small table, already set with a bottle of brandy and glasses.</I></div> <div> <I>I poured a nice solid glass full, sat down to take in the quiet view.</I></div> <div> <I>Even over the smell of the brandy, that faint, sweet aroma seemed to linger, or tease my nostrils. I noticed that with the humid, warm, gentle changing breeze, not consistent in direction or intensity, the aroma came, faded, came again. </I></div> <div> <I>It is a strange feeling, when you know what the aroma is, but masked with other scents, and fading, you just can't bring it to mind.  I was certain I knew that fragrance, but it did not come to me.  It was not the hot, damp vegetation, nor the flowers, yet maybe masked by that. Just as words, or thoughts that don't come at will, linger and will not let the mind rest. </I></div> <div> <I>The heavy humid air now with a slight mist as daylight gradually faded. It was still a sweltering breeze.  So gently flowing, that you could only feel its movement when standing perfectly still.</I></div> <div> <I>I held breath, only to catch a scent.  I had to know.</I></div> <div> <I>With brandy in hand, I climbed back down to the beach.  The breeze coming from up the beach, I slowly walked in that direction, occasionally stopping for a sip of brandy and to pick up the scent.</I></div> <div> <I>It became more of a sensual, arousing aroma.  Perhaps a hundred meters from the hut, the scent got heavier, it was now distinct enough to follow.  A few more meters, I stopped, took a sip of brandy and I knew what that perfume was.  I could almost taste the rich, sweet nectars of a woman, hot, wet, aching.  Now it was a matter of finding where exactly. I am not one to have pussy amnesia, but all those flowering plants around me did cause some temporary confusion to my senses. </I></div> <div> <I>As I came around the cluster of rocks to the edge of the cove I caught the scent.  It was as though hot, wet, tender thighs had brushed to my nostrils.  In the dim, warm, sunset I saw her at the edge of the water. Her face resting on her hands, prostrate, gently swaying her ass, legs fanning the wet sand.  There was no doubt now where that arousing, sweet aroma was coming from, or why.  Her knees well planted in the soft sand, wrap, wet, transparent, draped across her waist and ass.  It was as a gentle ballet.  The slight waves lapping at her knees and wrap, her ass swaying softly, counter to the waves.  As I got closer, to each step her thighs inched </I><I><IMG SRC="2d7a2e60.jpg" border=0 width="162" height="230" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6"></I><I>apart, invitingly more. The sweet, pungent musky aroma went straight from my nostrils to the beginning of an erection. Even in the fading light I could see the glistening beads of nectars dripping from her parted, swollen, soft pink pussy. Within a few feet of her, she raised her head, spread her thighs wider and rolled her hips slowly back and forth. All I saw was the roll of the flesh of her ample thighs, the waves of flowing tender swaying ass framing the richest, most succulent, dripping pussy lips I had ever seen.</I></div> <div> <I>Her inner thighs twitching, flexing her pussy.  Dropped my glass, slid off my shorts and just stood over her between her spread legs watching, hypnotized by her sensual, arousing gyrating ass. She never said a word, not a sound. She just looked over her shoulder, staring, drooling at my stiff, protruding cock, standing straight out. I reached down and firmly grabbed her soft, thick thigh, slid my hand up and firmly grasped the full swollen flesh of her wet pussy in my palm. A slight arch to her back, pressing herself tighter to my hand. All the soft, wet heat of her filled my hand. It was the start of a slow, playful acquainting, trailing my hands from between her quivering thighs, to her hips, along the soft folds of flesh along her waist, as I slowly walked around her.  My bare feet outlining an oval track around her, my hands exploring her, as she followed as much as she could with her eyes focused on my rigid cock.  With each pass in front of her, hands still firmly to the wet sand she stretched her neck out farther with slobbering lips for my cock.  Such a subtle unspoken play between us. I must have walked slowly around her four or five times, at least.  My hands never loosing contact with her soft contours. As if a magnet, her body arched and swayed toward the direction of mine. I hesitated behind her, hesitated in front of her, then made another circling pass.  I could see the juices flowing down her thighs like honey down the side of a jar.  I suppose the hesitation in front of her was a mutually wanting lingering.  Her rich, luscious, drooling lips, so inviting, and her swallowing stare begging to engulf my stiff cock.  A slow, rising lurch of head forward, she slowly wrapped her scorching lips around it, inhaling my cock as if to suck the very life from it.  The teasing game was over.  I felt the blood rushing from my brain the harder she sucked.  Her tongue raking around its crest, rolling her lips, at times her forehead pressed to my groin.  Now I wanted a taste of her.  My legs were trembling from her greedy devouring.  At times as though bolts of lightning striking me, raging through my body as she pinched her lips around its tender crown. Fingers now fondling my balls, gently, playfully. </I></div> <div> <I>I had to get away from this standing position, my legs could not hold up to her greedy lips.  Falling to my knees, her lips reaching for my cock, followed.  As I rolled to my side, then to my back on the sand, her lips never lost their grip.   It was as though she were planted to the sand and to my cock.  It took some effort to work myself between her thighs.  Her thoughts were only on what she had deep within her flaming mouth.  It was a blinding pleasure.  After a few moments of struggling, forcing her fleshy thighs over me, I was staring up at the most  luscious, pale pink, flowing pussy any man had the pleasure of preparing to savor.  I quickly, and firmly wrapped my arms around the cheeks of her ass and pulled the full weight of her body to my lips. It was instant pleasure, her soft, hot plump thighs to my cheeks.  It was as though I had buried my face into a hot, sweet, pink, fleshy melon.  Her pussy seemed to melt over my sucking lips, as I drove my tongue deep into her.  No doubt the greedy feast I was making of her sweet, quivering flesh was directly reciprocal to her slovenly devouring my cock. The spray of the gentle waves slapping at our entangled bodies added a subtle salty taste to her sweetness.  I could feel my cock so stiff, as aching from the strain.  Light headed from the electric rush of her raking tongue, yet all I could think of was the voluptuous, steamy pussy I was feasting on, and her pleased hips grinding harder to my jaw.  With each thrust of my tongue into her hot depths, her pussy seemed to suck it in deeper. A rhythmic  squeezing of her pussy around my tongue, yet with her flowing juices, those puffy lips let it slip from its grip, like a wet bar of soap squeezed between the finger. Such delicious contractions, I imagined the feel around my cock. Her clitty she planted to my chin, grinding it harder to me. I could feel the tide beginning to come in.  I was now in a few inches of water and the waves  were lightly slapping at my side, splashing water between out tightly pressed bodies.  It didn't seem to matter. With only a few stars for light, I saw nothing but a shadow of her thighs on either side of my face.  The darkness seemed to accentuate the sweet, creamy hot pleasure of her pussy.  She was not shy about extending her thighs out farther to  plaster my face with all of her parted pussy that she could.  The soft grinding, heaving friction of her gaping pussy seemed like a hot, wet satin pillow to my face.  As much attention as she was giving my throbbing cock, I wondered how she could think to please herself on every part of my head.  Smoothly, lubricated by her oozing, my slovenly slobber, she slid her pussy from my forehead to my chin. Lingering with firm clitty at each protrusion of my face. At times, like plowing a furrow, my nostrils parting her steamy crevasse ever so slowly. Then again, searching for the insertion of my tongue. Each time I withdrew my tongue, her hips pressed harder to me, that I dig within her again.  Several times I tried to pull away. I wanted to bury my cock in this scorching pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"uhm,uhm," she mumbled, each time I tried, never loosing her sucking grip on my cock, and just pressed her pussy tighter to my lips.</I></div> <div> <I>As mildly cool as the evening was, the slight splash of the salt air, the sweaty heat between our bellies, at time slippery, then felsh sticking to hot wet flesh.</I></div> <div> <I>The tide almost to my ears, waves splashing to my face, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, sucking on its throbbing length with such greedy furry I could no longer restrain myself. My brain felt like it was on fire.  When I came, she got so aroused to my explosion, she hammered her pussy to my lips. Crunching, grinding, pounding, a flood of her orgasm juices that for a moment I was completely blinded.  Her whole body weight quivering on me, in unison to my shock waves from her violent sucking on my cock.  One arm wrapped tightly around her ass, with all the strength I had to keep her from crushing my skull beneath her pounding hips. One arm trapped between our bodies, hand gripped to her breast. Whatever she was doing with my cock engulfed in her mouth, it was a pleasure to the edges of pain. There was no doubt that she enjoyed the taste of my as much as I enjoyed the delicious taste of her.  It was as much her sweet, creamy nectars oozing to my lips which drove me over the edge, as it was her hot devouring lips.  It was a reciprocal, mutual pleasure crescendo, explosive orgasms. Hot, wet, sloppy, without reserve or modesty.  She slumped on me for a few moments. How soft, warm, satiny her spread pussy now felt to me. Coated in her creamy orgasm, dripping, scarlet reds, to pale pinks.  A wave splashed over my thigh, and I supposed to her face.  She raised herself up, breasts and belly instuck from my belly. The sweat, the salt air, I could hear her body release itself from mine. Still her hot, wet, musky pussy draped over my face.  I knew she lavished on the warmth of my breath to the raw, bare pussy. The waves now splashing to my ears, I got my hands under her thighs, pushed up and squirmed out from beneath.  </I></div> <div> <I>I took her hand as I stood to help her up.  Us both with rather unstable legs, we waded waist deep into the surf to rinse off our sand coated bodies.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Come," the first words she had spoken, took my hand leading me behind her, forgetting all about our meager clothing, up the beach, along a trail through the thick forest. </I></div> <div> <I>I assumed she could see where we were going. Once in the thick away from the beach, it was too dark for me to barely see the ground beneath my feet.</I></div> <div> <I>We had only gone a couple of hundred meters, that we came to a small clearing, a natural rock pool with water cascading down from the rocks above.</I></div> <div> <I>"We can wash the salt off here." pulling me into the pool, "then you will take me to your hut . . . . YES?"</I></div> <div> <I>I got the feeling she had just laid claim to me.  Even the bathing in this pool, it was her washing me as much as I was washing myself, or was she familiarizing herself more.  Waist deep in the warm, spring fed pool, one hand washing her pussy, one hand washing my cock.  Her tender touching did bring back a bit of life to my limp member, or perhaps it was the caressing, fondling way she was washing herself.  From eager washing to slow, leisurely, my cock, her pussy, drifting slowly closer. She seemed to be deep in meditation, or in a trance, fondling a slight erection.  </I></div> <div> <I>Then, as if she were awakened suddenly, "We will go now?", questioning, yet had not released my cock.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> to be continued /<FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" > </FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I>"Free thinking souls have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds".</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <embed src="HTMLobj-556/Marooned_-_Jama_fade.wav" autostart="false" width="145" height="70">  </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>