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A Charmed Life

By: Ghostwalker



Special thanks to my editor "larryinseattle" for once again turning my story into something far better than it started as. 

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Aaron's life had been routine, some might even say boring. His father and mother had met in high school and married soon after graduating. Their 'great adventure' as they referred to it had been when they left town so his father could get his certification as an insurance salesman. When they returned to their hometown, she became his secretary in his newly opened office. 

Two years later, his mother announced that she was pregnant after they had enjoyed 'a little late night office work' as they referred to it. 

When Aaron was born there had been difficulties and his parents were told that they could never have more children so he became the center of their world, doting on him constantly. For his 13th birthday, they decided to make it a special celebration and take him to a well-known amusement park in Florida. That was when everything changed. 

The rain storm had come on suddenly and his father never saw the curve in the road. Their car crashed through a guard rail and plunged into the water-filled ravine next to it. After that Aaron didn't remember a thing until he awoke two weeks later in an Intensive Care Unit. The first thing he did was ask about his parents and when the nurse wouldn't tell him anything, he knew they were gone. 

He overheard some of the doctors say that he was lucky to be alive considering his injuries. While another doctor simply said he was 'charmed'. 

The following day he was moved to a rehab unit. There he met Ms. Scott, the social worker, who explained that his father had indeed been a very good insurance man and had arranged for everything in case of an accident including a sizable life insurance policy for Aaron. 

That same week, his Aunt Donna showed up at the hospital to talk to him about possible living arrangements after he was discharged. One by one they went through the options and in each case he felt like he would be more of a burden than anyone could handle, but they decided that he'd move in with her and her family unless something else came up. 

That 'something else' showed up in the form of his Uncle Nathan two days before he was to be discharged. Nathan was his mother's youngest brother and the 'black sheep' of the family. He had left town just after he graduated and had never been back. Instead, he earned a degree in finances and was reported to be worth millions. 

He and Aaron hit it off immediately, more than likely because there was only ten years difference in their ages. Aaron healed quickly and Nathan hired a private tutor to help him catch up on his schooling. They traveled everywhere together and the tutor was hired on full-time to accompany them. 

Just before his 16th birthday, Nathan legally adopted him and the next five years seemed to fly by as Nathan taught Aaron about finance and business along with his second passion in life, survival. They had often joked that surviving in the wilderness was actually easier than surviving in business. 

Then, as the anniversary of his parent's death approached, they decided it was time to take a trip 'back home'. The family was all there and made them feel welcome but it was obvious from the moment he saw Miranda, the younger sister of one of his school friends, that Nathan's thoughts were far away. 

The two quickly became inseparable and though he was a bit jealous, Aaron couldn't have been happier for his uncle. Their short trip back home was extended over and over again until finally 4 months after they arrived, Miranda said "Yes" when Nathan asked her to marry him. 

The wedding was lavish by hometown standards but 'just a little get together' in the business world. Either way didn't matter as Aaron stood-up as 'Best Man' for the ceremony. At the reception, he heard people talking about the bride and groom and also about what 'a charmed life' he had 'all things considered'. 

The big surprise that Nathan had promised Miranda as a wedding present came later that night when he took her and Aaron to the local marina and walked them onto a brand-new 122-foot yacht. He quickly gave them a tour of the lounge, galley, two bedrooms AND a Master Suite, crew's quarters for the captain, engineer, and female chef, observation deck, and two pilot houses (one top-side and open to the air while the second was located just forward of the lounge), Nathan then announced, "I QUIT!! I sold it all. This is our life now," before whispering, "if you want it." 

Miranda threw herself into Nathan's arms, hugging and kissing him, before the two of them disappeared into the Master Suite. Aaron sat on the stern observation desk and looked at the rest of the boats and ships in the marina thinking about what life might hold in the future before heading below deck to his new room. 

The following morning Aaron awoke to the gentle sound of engines purring below him and waves splashing against the yacht. Slipping into a pair of jogging shorts he went up to the lounge where he found breakfast waiting. 

At the same time, he caught site of Rachel, the cook, for the first time. Her hair was a shimmering red and her skin had a gentle, golden tan from working on similar ships. 

She sensed his presence and turned around and smiled, saying "Go'd Mornin'" with a heavy Irish lilt. 

"Morning," he mumbled in response. 

"Wha' would ya like fo' breakfas'?" she asked as she turned towards him. 

Her eyes were an emerald green and one look at her body instantly made his cock begin to harden as he vaguely remembered an old saying about a woman looking so good that the man's eyes almost popped out of his head. 

Rachel pretended not to notice the growing bulge as she filled his plate with eggs, bacon, toast, a large glass of orange juice and tea. "This shou' git ya started. Thar's olways a lo' ta do the firs' day at sea." 

Sitting down as much to eat as to hide his growing member, he was treated to the sight of Rachel's cleavage when she bent over to set the plate on the table. Embarrassed, he turned away to try and hide the red-blush that was covering his cheeks. Surprisingly, at 21 years old he had never felt comfortable around women, especially attractive ones, and still found himself reacting like a young school boy around them. 

Instantly understanding what was going on, Rachel stood next to the table with her hands on hips deciding what to do next. Then suddenly she said, "Look at me boy-o. Don' be hidin' ya'r face." 

Reluctantly Aaron looked up at her. 

"This is no the firs' time this 'as 'appened and I'm sure it won' be the las'. So let's git it o'er with. My name is Rachel Brennan. I'm 26 years old. My fater was English and my muter was Irish. I'm five-foot, five-inches tal'. My measurements are 36, 24, 34 and these darlin's," she whispered as she cupped her breasts, "are double-D's. I've had several lovers in my life and been married once. I'm devorced no'." Then in a joking voice she continued, "My ex-husband cal'ed me many t'ings, one of t'em being Vixen which is no' my nickname, but if ya'd like ya c'n cal' me Vix." At which point she turned and walked into the galley. 

Aaron sat there speechless, unsure of what to say or do, until he saw Nathan and Miranda coming up from the Master Suite. The smile on Nathan's face told him that he had definitely enjoyed his first night as a married man and the look on Miranda's face was only slightly over-shadowed by the afterglow of the nights events. 

Aaron's mind instantly filled with lurid images of them making love and his cock hardened once again. Standing before they joined him, he mumbled his apologies saying he was still a bit hung over from the night before and went to his bedroom. Immediately, pulling down his shorts he stroked his cock for the next 45 minutes cumming three separate times before his cock dwindled in size. 

When he came back on deck, he noticed Nathan and Miranda sitting on the fore-deck while Rachel cleared the mornings dishes. 

Moving quietly she came up beside him and whispered, "Were ya no hungry this mornin'? Ya did no eat a t'ing." 

"I ummmm, I just ..." 

Moving closer, her breasts brushing against his arm she whispered, "I understan'. Those t'ings happen but I thin' ya need to kno that s'und carries very easily on a bo't. So nex' time ya have a problem with this," she purred as she slid her hand around and let it settle on the front of his pants, 'jus' let Vix know and I'll be 'appy to take care o' it for ya." 

Aaron's mind swirled at the thought of what she'd just offered while his cock gave a small twitch at her touch. 

"Now get along with ya," she joked as she slapped his ass, "I tol' yo' there was a lo' to be d'ne the firs' day." 

The rest of the day did, in fact, speed by as they checked where all the gear was stowed and ran through a small emergency drill. By dinner time, everyone was famished and Rachel lived up to her name as chef. She served blackened Cod, Kelp salad with a wine-vinegar dressing, and hot biscuits made, according to her, just like her mother in Ireland had made them. Dessert was fresh strawberries, thick cream, and a chocolate, butter-scotch topping. All was accompanied by various bottles of wine. 

When the meal was over, everyone helped clear the table and then sat around on the observation deck. The topic quickly turned to learning about each other. Nathan, as owner of the ship, went first followed by Miranda and then Aaron. 

When it came time for the captain he said that his name was Gavin. He was in his mid-fifties and had been at sea for most of his adult life. He had sailed on almost every type of ship from freighters and ferries to luxury yachts. Before he was finished he joked that he was married to the sea so there was no need for any of the women on board to worry. 

Dennis explained that he had also been on various ships but usually as the assistant engineer and how grateful he was to have the chance to be the chief engineer on the yacht. Maybe because of the amount of wine that had been served at dinner he also boasted that there wasn't an engine he couldn't fix or a woman he couldn't satisfy with his 'personal tool'. 

Rachel told of her parents and her desire to become a chef. She talked about her education at various cooking schools in Europe and then the US and how she'd worked on several other yachts before taking this position. She also promised not to poison anyone which filled the ship with laughter. 

Afterwards everything became quiet. Each sat there taking in the sights and sounds of the open sky and ocean around them. Shortly, Nathan silently took Miranda's hand and the two left, followed by Gavin and Dennis. Rachel sat with Aaron for a while before also slipping away. 

When Aaron got to his room, he regretted not having left much sooner so he could be asleep as he heard the sound of Nathan and Miranda in the Master Suite. Instinctively, his hand slid beneath the covers and wrapped around his hardening cock only to be interrupted when his door quickly opened and closed. He felt, more than saw, the presence of someone in the room with him and the delicate scent of perfume. 

"Rachel?" 

"Shhhhhh. We nee' ta be quiet." 

"What are you doing here?" 

"I tol' you earlier tha' from no' on I'd tak' care of th's," she whispered as she replaced his hand with hers. "As soon as I wen' to my quarters I knew you'd be 'avin' a problem. I could 'ear them even down belo'." 

"What about ...?" 

"Shhhhh, I'll tak' car' o' everythin'." 

Aaron felt her soft, velvety hand begin to move up and down the length of his hardening cock. 

"I've been thinkin' abou' this all day," she purred. "When I grabbed your cock th's mornin' I thought it would be a su'prise for ya but ac'ually I was the one su'prised when I fel' how big you are even after cummin' so often." 

"How do you know ...?" 

"Ya' forget abou' wha' I tol' ya abou' noise carryin' on the bo't? And when I wen' to your cabin later to clean up, I could still smell the aroma of sex an' then I foun' all the tissue ya used in the garbage can." 

A moan escaped his lips but whether in agreement with her comment or just from the thrill he was feeling in his groin, neither could tell. All too soon his hips began to rise and fall to match the rhythm of her hand. His scrotum tightened and he felt the beginning of an orgasm but so did she as she quickly encircled his cock at the base with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed, stopping the sensations. 

"No' yet, darlin'. There are t'ings I nee' too," she purred as she moved away. 

In the darkness of his cabin she heard the rustle of clothing being removed and dropped to the floor. Then he felt the warmth of flesh as it wrapped around his cock in a sheath. 

"How do's tha' feel, lover? Do ya like the feel of my tits wrapped around your co'k? I kno' I do. I foun' ou' a long time ago that I really enjoy a good tit-fu'k. I lo'e the feel of my man's co'k sliding up and down between them. I lo'e the feel of his hands on my tits, pullin' on them and pinchin' the nipples but mos' of all I lo'e the feel of his warm cum coverin' them and drippin' fro' them. Do ya think ya ca' be tha' man? Do you think ya can satisfy a vixen like me or do I nee' to see wha' Dennis is doing?" 

Taking the challenge, Aaron reached down and grabbed her tits, pressing them tighter around his cock as she raised and lowered herself on it. Grabbing her tits like a pair of ripe melons he found her hard, elongated nipples and gently pinched them between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Ohhhhh, yessssssss," she hissed as her pace increased. "Tha's it, lover. Pinch my nipples. Squeeze my tits and fu'k 'em. Pump your cock into 'em and cum all o'er 'em." 

Aaron's mind whirled as he thought of what she was asking for. His tutor had taught him all about making love to a woman but this was the first time he'd ever actually 'been' with a woman and he hoped it would never stop. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas as he felt his balls tightening once again and the rumbling deep in his groin that signaled his impending orgasm. "Soon, Vix. Gonna cum soon. Gonna cover your tits with my cum just like you want. Gonna cum so hard and so much it covers you face and tits." 

"Yessss, lover. Do it. Cum for me. Cover me with ya'r warm, boy-cream." 

The word 'boy' seemed to trigger anger deep inside of him. Releasing her tits he grabbed her shoulders and snarled, "I'll show you who's a boy." Using the added leverage from his hands, he pulled her down to meet each upward thrust until he felt the tip of his cock smack against the underside of her chin. The added sensation was more than he could handle and he felt his cum rocketing up the length of his cock. "Cccuuummmiiinnnggg," he growled as it shot from the tip covering her tits and chin. 

The feel of him taking charge had also triggered something deep inside Rachel. She knew, without a doubt, that he was a 'man' in every respect and that she was now his to do with as he pleased, at least for the rest of this trip. As if to finalize the thought, she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip before probing into the slit to get every bit of his cum. 

Aaron lay there. His body was exhausted and yet excited at the same time. The feel of her tongue both enjoyable and yet irritating on the hyper-sensitive flesh. 

Suddenly, she pulled away and whispered, "Move over," as she pushed him further onto the bunk. 

Instinctively, he moved and wasn't overly surprised when she crawled in next to him. He felt her head on his shoulder, her hair draping over it onto his pillow as her upper leg slid over his thigh and her tits pressed against the side of his chest. 

"I never expected it to be that good," she murmured. 

An unseen smile formed on his face as he continued to lay there. Then suddenly a thought struck him. "Can I ask your something?" 

"Sure, anything you want lover." 

"What happened to your accent?" 

Giggling, she replied, "Oh that! Remember, I told everyone that I had lived in Europe and the US? Well, I was told by one of my instructors that he couldn't understand what I was asking because of my accent. So I worked really hard to get rid of it. Now I only use it when it suits me and when ..." 

"Ya? When ...?" 

"When I'm really turned on and fucking someone I really care about. Then it just seems to come natural ... along with a VERY loud voice." 

"What do you mean by loud?" 

Shifting so she was looking down at him with her head resting in the palm of her hand, she answered, "When I get really turned on I'm a screamer. I just can't seem to help myself. The more turned on I get, the louder I scream and the nastier I get telling my lover what I want." 

Aaron continued to lay there thinking about what she had just said until she leaned down and whispered in his ear. 

"Do you know what a Vixen is?" 

"I think so," he mumbled. 

"Well let me clarify what is means for me. In my case it means I'm a horny, Irish slut, who loves nothing more than the feel of a hard cock pounding deep in my pussy. As of this moment it also means that for as long as you want me I'm your Vixen." 

"Really?" he replied overwhelmed by what she had just said. 

"Yes," she murmured as she kissed his ear, "and I'll prove it to you right now," she continued as she lifted herself up and over him so she was straddling his body. 

For the first time he felt the warm, moist, puffy furrow of a woman's aroused pussy and his cock began to harden again. 

"That's it, darlin'. That's what I need. A nice, hard cock. I want to see it grow and then I want it deep inside me. I want to feel it stretching me and filling me. Then I want you to fuck me hard and deep with it. I want to feel it slamming against the back of my pussy and then ... if you want ... I want to feel it filling my pussy with a load of 'man-cream'," stressing the word 'man'. 

Without thinking about what he was saying, he replied, "I've always wondered what this was going to feel like and tonight I'll find out with the most beautiful woman I know." 

Leaning forward so her tits were dangling directly in front of his face, Rachel reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around his now fully recovered cock. It was only then that his words sunk in and she stopped. "You mean you've never ...?" 

"Nope. First time," he answered as he felt her hesitate. Grabbing her hips he held her in place as her face seemed to show the battle going on in her mind. "I don't think ...," was all he let her say before thrusting his hips upwards, driving his cock between her pussy lips and into her velvety tunnel. 

A hissing sound escaped from between her lips as she tried to pull away to no avail until he stopped. 

"Too late," was all he said as he held her there impaled on his rod. 

Almost imperceptibly at first, he felt her lowering herself onto his cock, spreading and stretching herself. He felt her tunnel quivering and seeming to draw him in deeper and deeper until he felt her pussy hair and his intertwine just as he pressed against the depths of her pussy. 

Totally impaled on him, she leaned forward, resting her tits on his chest and her head on his shoulder. "Either my pussy has shrunk a lot since the last time I was with a man or your cock is a lot bigger than I had thought." Then almost as an afterthought she added, "Not that I'm complaining. It feels fan-fucking-tastic, it's just going to take a little time to get used to it." 

Aaron lightly caressed her back sending little tremors throughout her body as he waited. What was probably no more than a few moments seemed like hours until he felt Rachel slowly sit up. He was surprised to see that their pubic hairs were saturated with moisture as the heady aroma of her arousal surged up between their bodies. 


A Charmed Life Ch. 02







A Charmed Life Ch. 02



"Again! You're going to wear that thing out," she whispered teasingly. The truth be known, she would never get tired of the feel of his body against her or of his hard cock inside her.

 Seductively, she moved away until she was almost to the shoreline. Then bending over, she spread her legs apart a bit further as she braced herself on the rocks. He instantly recognized her invitation and followed her. Standing behind her, he pressed his cock against her wet pussy lips. She moaned softly as, once again, she felt the head of his cock ease into her, spreading her pussy lips apart. "I feel like some wanton slut and I love it. I love the feel of his hands on me. I love the feel of him holding me. I love the feel of his cock spreading me and I love the feel of his cock buried deep inside me, fucking me," she thought to herself. Even that brought back the memory of a friend who had told her that when she was pregnant, her hormones had gone crazy and that she and her husband had fucked so hard and so often that there were times when they were raw afterwards.

 Yet with all of that going on in her mind, she moaned, "Ohhhhh, that feels good," as she felt him pushing deeper into her. Her wet pussy was not only accepting him but inviting him in as its muscles rolled along the length of his shaft. 

 "It does. It definitely does," he murmured.

Tilting her head downwards and raising her ass higher, she let his cock plunge even further into her excited pussy. His cock went deep into her in one slow, fluid thrust until he hit her cervix and then she flinched.

He stopped immediately. "Are you ok?"

Looking over her shoulder she replied, "Ya, just a little sensitive from all the energetic fucking we've been doing, I guess."

"Do you want to stop?" he queried in a concerned voice.

"No. I just think we'll need to take it a bit easier for awhile," she answered. For the briefest of seconds she thought about telling him why she thought she was so sensitive but the feel of his cock embedded inside her sent it fleeing from her mind.

Gently, he slid from her and then slid back in and then out, and in and out, and in and out. 

Quickly, her desire overcame even the slightest bit of pain as she was soon using the rocks for leverage to drive herself back against his cock. "Harder. It doesn't hurt anymore. Fuck me. Deeper. I want all of you buried inside me. I want you to take me. Possess me. I'm yours and only yours. I'm your woman ... your island wife. Fuck me ... fill me. Ohhhhhhhh, that's it. Now, faster. Sooooo gooodddd. Yessssssss," she hissed. Maybe it was having explored her body as she had earlier or maybe it was the idea of being pregnant, but she felt herself soaring towards an orgasm unlike any she'd ever had since the first time they'd become lovers.

"Just feel how wet I am. My puss ... MY ... CUNT ... wants ... you ... deep ... inside ... of ... it. It ... wants ... to ... feel ... you ... slamming ... into ... it ... and ... stretching ... it. So ... hard ... so ... big ... feeling ... so ... full ... Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssssss ... that's ... exactly ... what ... I ... need," she called out in cadence with his thrusts as he moved into her harder and faster.

"You're cunt is so fucking wet and tight," he moaned, mimicking her words.

She could feel his cock stretching her pussy as it molded to his shaft, almost as if it was hugging it. 

 Reaching under her, he cupped her swinging tits. She moaned louder as he began to pinch her nipples. He squeezed them, rubbed them, and pressed them together. It felt wonderful and all the while, he continued to pump his cock into her snug pussy.

 She groaned as she pushed back onto his cock. Fucking her from behind was nothing new for them. In fact, it was their favorite position because of the depth he could get and the added motion she could provide by swaying her hips or thrusting back against him.

 With one hand cupping a breast and the other on her shoulder, he continued to plunge his cock fast and deep into her. It was as if he was determined to drive it into her very core.

 "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod ... oh fuck that feels sooo good," she rasped as she felt her cunt squeezing his cock, not wanting to ever let it go.

 That single thought stayed in her mind: "Not wanting to ever let it go." It was as if her pussy couldn't survive without his cock deep inside it. 

 Softly, she let out a little whimper and moan. While her body enjoyed the sensations it was experiencing, her mind swirled back to the idea of pregnancy. "Sure," she thought, "I could already be pregnant from all the times he's fucked me, but if not, then it means I could get pregnant this time - right now - this very moment as he drives his cock deep into me. And every time from now on until I do get pregnant." 

The world seemed to spin as she was overwhelmed by the excitement that if she could actually get pregnant from this fucking, if she wasn't already, and her pussy started to spasm around his cock as she felt her impending orgasm. 

That was all he needed. He pushed forward, his cock plunging even deeper into her. "I'm going to cummmmm," he snarled almost like a beast in the wild.

She ground her pussy back onto him as his cock pushed further into her, pressing against the opening to her womb. He held her tightly against him as his cock jerked and each strand of cum rocketed from the tip to cover the walls of her pussy. She couldn't help but wonder at the moment if he had any idea that he could have already gotten her pregnant or that it could be happening with each spurt. 

Then, suddenly, it didn't matter. She felt it starting deep within the depths of her stomach. A growing tremor unlike almost anything she'd ever felt before. Her vision seemed to narrow until all she could see when she looked between her legs was his cock thrusting into her and his balls slapping against her lust-engorged clit. The tremors built like a runaway train until they exploded and for the first time in her life, she understood what it meant for a woman to squirt. Her juices gushed from her, coating his groin and splashing back onto her ass before rushing down her legs. "I'M AAHHHHH ... OOHHHHHH ... AAAAEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" she screamed simultaneously just before her world went totally dark.

Later, through a thick layer of gray fog, she heard him gently calling her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself laying back on the picnic blanket they'd. It was wrapped tightly around her and he was leaning over her calling her name. "Miranda. Sweetheart. Can you hear me? Are you ok?"

Slowly, she unraveled an arm and reached up to touch his face. The look of fear and concern were ones that she'd never forget. 

"I'm fine," she answered weakly.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you came like I've never seen you cum before and then you blacked out. It was only lucky that I was still holding onto you or you would have fallen and hurt yourself on the rocks." He spoke softly as he cradled her in his arms.

"Oh. I guess ... well, I've never ... ummmm ... I think I just did what they refer to as 'squirting'. I've read that it only happens when a woman is really turned-on and her whole body can release all of the fluids stored in her pussy at one time." 

"Ahhh," he replied hesitantly, still not understanding the mysteries that were called 'woman'.

"Well, was there something else?" she asked in response to the tone in his voice.

"Ummmmm ... while you were out, you kept muttering something about babies and pregnancy."

She knew that now was the time to tell him of her suspicions but 'How?' she wondered. An idea quickly formed and with no other alternatives, she acted on it.

Pushing the blanket off, she stood before him and placed her hands on her hips just as she had done earlier. "Do I look pregnant?"

He knew he was being drawn into a situation where angels would fear to tread but he didn't have a choice. "Well ... ahhhh ..."

"I mean look at my breasts. Have they changed since we arrived here? Are they any bigger? And what about my nipples do they seem different? Larger, more sensitive maybe? Or what about the areole do they seem any different?" After she finished her first barrage of questions, she paused.

"Well ... your tits ... do seem a little bigger, not that I mind. As for your nipples, they seem to have gotten a bit larger, too and your areole seem to be a little darker," he answered with the caution of a man walking through a minefield.

"Ok, then what about this," she pointed to her stomach. "Has this changed since we landed? Does it seem different in some way?"

He hesitated just long enough for her to continue.

"And what about this?" she asked as her hand swept down to her pussy. The delicate aroma of sex and something else filling his nostrils. "Does my pussy seem different in some way? When we make love, does it seem like it's gotten bigger, more supple, more sensitive, or maybe wetter?"

She was challenging him and he knew it. There was no way he could avoid answering. He knew that if he tried, it would only cause trouble between them so, taking a deep breath, he replied, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, and Yes."

Immediately, she dropped to her knees in front of him and said, "I have just one more question then."

"Ok."

"Nathan once told me that you and he had taken a First Aid class together. Did it cover what needed to be done to deliver a baby?"

Taken by surprise he answered honestly, "Yes."

Leaning even closer, she placed her lips against his ear as she whispered. "Good, because if I'm right, you're going to need that training in about six months ... Daddy."

He sat there stunned, unsure what to say and when he finally did, he stammered, "You mean you're ... we're ... you're going to have ...?"

As she stood back up, she smiled down at him and answered, "Yep, unless I'm really wrong, I'm going to have a baby." After that, she turned and walked up the trail towards the hut.

"... a baby," he finally finished in a low whisper. "She's going to have a baby," he said slightly louder and then as loud as he could, "I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!" He ran up the trail after her.

That night as they lay together wrapped in each other's arms, he whispered the words she was longing to hear. "You know I realized two things today."

"What's that?"

"Number one is that I love you with all my heart and if we're ever rescued from this island I want you to be my wife. I want a wedding and a house and everything that goes along with being a married couple. And number two is that I'm still the luckiest man in the world."

Snuggling closer, she lifted her mouth to his ear. "I think Nathan used to say that you led a charmed life and I think he was right."

After she fell asleep in his arms, he crept to the point overlooking the ocean. He listened to the waves wash against the beach and the sound of the sand rubbing against itself with each wave. He smelled the fragrant scent of the trees and fruits that surrounded him. He looked out across the vast expanse of ocean and was suddenly surprised by the sight of a light almost like a pinpoint far off in the distance. He could tell that whatever it was had come from below the horizon before it soared into the sky, hung there for an instant, and then fell back into the sea.

"What was that?" he asked himself but the only answer was the sound of the breeze rustling in the trees.





A Charmed Life



"You've already got me so fucking horny. Just look at all the pussy juice that has dripped from me and we've hardly started," she teased. 

Leaving one hand on her hip, he reached up and grabbed one of the dangling tits using it to pull her down towards his waiting mouth. "I can see it, feel it and smell it. Now I want to taste it," he finished as he latched onto a distended nipple. 

Instinctively, she reached down and wrapped her hands behind his head, holding him against her as she bit down oh her lower lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. She could feel him lightly dragging his teeth across her nipple while his tongue teased it. Her body quivered at the perverse pleasure of being the one to take his virginity and yet what he was doing to her was far more exciting than anything her more experienced lovers had done. 

His hand squeezed and fondled her tit and each time he sucked on her nipple, it felt like a million electrical charges were coursing directly from the tip to her pussy. Her juices were flowing from her, down the length of his shaft and pooling in his lap. Seductively, she reached between them and coated her fingers with the juices before placing them in her mouth. "Nothing better than hot, tangy pussy juice to stimulate the taste buds." Then, scooping her fingers through the juices once again, she held it next to his face. "Here you go, lover. Try some." 

Releasing her, he slid his tongue out like a snake and lapped at the juices before taking her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them just as he had done to her nipple. "Mmmmmm," was all he said as his tongue probed between her fingers searching for every drop. 

At the same time, she felt his hand move from her hip to the top of her ass crease and slowly, but forcefully push downwards driving his cock deeper inside of her. 

Slowly she descended, enjoying each exquisite sensation until with one final push, she took his cock all the way inside. The pleasure / pain of having his cock press against her cervix made the room spin around her. She was no virgin by any sense of the term but his cock was reaching new depths and stretching her like none of her other lovers ever had. Leaning forward, she lowered Aaron's head to the pillow while gently raising her hips. His cock slid along the length of her well lubricated pussy until just the head was nestled between her nether lips. Looking down at him, she uttered the words that every young man hopes to hear. 

"Fuck me. Drive your nice, hard cock into me. Fill my pussy. Make me cum." 

Grabbing her hips with both hands, Aaron did just as he was asked and pulled her down into his lap as he arched his hips upward. The look of pleasure on her face told him everything he needed to know. 

Quickly they fell into a rhythm as old as time, she would raise her hips slowly while he pulled downwards until just the tip of his cock was within her and then they would rush back together again. Soon a wet, squishing sound began to fill the room as her pussy juices flowed from her. 

Then suddenly she rocked backwards, arching her back, placing a hand on each of his outstretched legs. The change in position caused the head of his cock to rub against her g-spot with each thrust. The cool air tingled against her wet, exposed clit until he placed his thumb against it and began to lightly press. The sensations were overwhelming; his cock rubbing against her 'spot', the feeling of being stretched and filled, his thumb on her clit, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix with each thrust. Her breath became erratic and she chanted between clenched teeth, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fill my pussy. It feels so good." 

Her hips seemed a blur as she slid up and down his cock, fucking him, lunging against it as she tried to take it even deeper, forward and back, forward and back, her tits swaying ... getting faster and faster. 

"Ohhhhhh, fucckkkk," she sighed. Her hips became a blur, moving faster and faster, never letting his cock leave her pussy, mashing herself downwards, driving his cock into her as her clit pressed against his pelvis, seeing nothing but her pussy hair intertwined with his and a growing mass of thick froth from her churned pussy juices. "Don't stop. Need you to fuck me hard ... harder. Fill my pussy. Fuucckkkk." 

A layer of sweat covered her body, her breath was gasping and irregular, her body craved the release of orgasm yet she just couldn't seem to reach her peak. Maybe it was because of her hesitation about 'being the first', or maybe it was because she was just so wet but finally she slumped forward onto Aaron's chest, "I'm so sorry baby. I don't know what's wrong. I can't any more. I just can't." 

Aaron gently held her in his arms, his cock throbbing inside her while the responding motions of her pussy muscles tried to hold him deep. He had been so close, so close to finally and fully making love to a woman. He knew how disappointed she was as he felt her body quiver and a small tear land on his chest. 

"It's ok, Vix. Maybe it's best this way. Maybe we should just take our time and see what happens." 

"NO," she hissed vehemently as she looked at him "I want you NOW! I just don't know what's wrong." 

Aaron lay there thinking for a few seconds before an idea suddenly popped into his mind. "Maybe that's the problem?" 

"What?" 

"You're trying too hard. Maybe I need to take over?" 

Some primal instinct seemed to tell her that he was right. "So what should we do?" 

Now taking the lead, Aaron whispered. "Get up and stand next to the bunk." 

Lifting off of him, she suddenly felt empty as his cock slipped from her pussy. Her legs felt stiff and yet weak from crouching on the bunk as she stood up. 

Quickly getting up himself, Aaron took her by the shoulders and spun her around so she was facing the bunk. "Now bend over." 

Instantly she knew what he wanted and what he was going to do. A surge of pleasure enveloped her as she felt him grab her waist and move closer. His cock found the opening to her pussy as if he'd done this hundreds of times before. 

"You ready?" he asked. 

She barely had time to answer, "Yes" before he drove his cock back into her. Immediately, she knew that this was what she needed. Her pussy clamped and unclamped around the length of his cock as he drove it in and out. Her tits swayed beneath her until he reached around her body and grabbed them, squeezing them. 

"Oh shit ... oh shit ... oh shit," she chanted with each thrust as it bottomed out in the deepest recesses of her pussy. "This is exactly what I needed. Don't stop. Fuck me. Take me. Oh god, lover. I'm gonna cum already ... ohhhhhh ... my ... god. You ... feel ... so ... good," then at the top of her voice she screamed, "GONNA CUMMMM. FUCK MEEEE. OHHHH ... AAAEEEIIIIIII." 

This time when her internal muscles clamped down on him, they didn't let go. Instead, he felt a rolling sensation from the base of his cock to the tip, over and over again. He felt her orgasmic fluids leaking from her, coating his inner thighs. His balls tightened and pulled upwards and suddenly he felt his cum starting to rocket up his shaft. "Gonna cum, too. Need to pull out." 

"NO!!," she wailed before continuing in a softer voice. "Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your man-cream." 

"What about ...?" 

"I DON'T CARE!!" 

Slamming his cock in as deep as he could, he felt it press against her cervix just as the first strand of cum erupted from the tip. Strand after strand spilled into her pussy. Filling her until their combined juices streamed from her, down their legs to puddle on the floor. The warm liquid kept pouring from her pussy until they collapsed into the bunk. The sensation of his cock being rammed into her one more time sent her over the edge ... her body quivered, her pussy spasmed and the room went dark. 

When she woke much later, she was wrapped in his arms, the cover pulled up over their nude bodies. The boat was totally silent. For the briefest of seconds she wondered if it had all been a wonderful dream but then she felt that thoroughly satisfied feeling she had after being fucked and the warm sensation of their combined cum filling her. 

Gently she sighed as she slid from the bed and grabbed her clothes. Tip-toeing to the door, she opened it just enough to get out and immediately backed into someone. Surprised she spun around and found herself staring into Miranda's deep brown eyes. 

Neither seemed embarrassed by the fact that Rachel was still totally nude. Then in a quiet whisper, Miranda broke the silence. "He's a nice kid. Don't hurt him." 

Slipping back into her Irish persona, Rachel replied, "He's no kid, darlin'. 'E's al' man. Evera inch of 'im." 

Miranda blushed at the comment and quickly moved away, back to the Master Suite. As she entered, Nathan sat up. 

"Is everything ok?" 

"Ya," she said with an impish grin. "I just ran into Rachel in the hallway. She was leaving Aaron's cabin and she wasn't wearing anything." 

"I'm glad to hear it," he said as he laughed, lightly. "I was beginning to worry about him. In fact, when we heard those voices earlier I thought maybe someone else was using his room." 

"Well, according to Rachel, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. 'E's al' man. Evera inch of 'im," she finished copying Rachel's lilting voice. 

Laughing, Nathan patted the bed. "Well now that we know there's nothing to worry about what do you say about getting some sleep. Tomorrow is another day." 

Miranda quickly slipped off her gown and climbed into the bed and both were quickly asleep, though she did have a curious dream about exactly how much Aaron was 'al' man'. 

The following morning, everyone seemed nervous and hardly talked. It was obvious that they all knew about what had happened the night before between Aaron and Rachel yet they were all reluctant to say anything about it. 

Finally, while everyone was sitting down for lunch, Dennis spoke up, making a joke. "You know there are only two things wrong with an on-ship romance. First, everyone knows no matter how hard you try to hide it and the second is they're so damn noisy." Everyone tried to hold it in but within moments, they were laughing so hard they almost knocked over the table. 

From then on, Rachel spent most of her nights in Aaron's cabin. Sometimes making love and sometimes just cuddling. The only one that seemed to have a problem with this was Dennis so every once in awhile the captain would put into a small village or town for several days to restock supplies during which he'd disappear. Where he went and what he did, no one asked but on one occasion they had barely gotten away from the docks when a large, burly man came running down the pier screaming something about his wife. 

The next eight weeks seemed like nothing more than a prolonged vacation. They traveled wherever they wanted; fishing, diving, wandering across deserted beaches, exploring old wrecks, and making their 'supply' stops. 

Then two days out of their last port, they started hearing reports of a storm. They plotted a new course and set-up a 'watch schedule' to track of it but just before 2 AM, everything broke loose. There was a sudden crashing sound and everyone rushed above deck. The waves were climbing but not too large and in the flash of lightening they saw something large in the water smashing against the hull. 

The captain ran to the forward pilot house and had just barely gotten there when it was lit up by more lightening and sparks flew everywhere. Nathan rushed to the pilot room and returned moments later. "He's dead. There must have been a power surge." 

Simultaneously, he and Dennis ran towards the engine compartment as they heard the engine give its final cough and stop. Nathan arrived first and pulled the door open. The "WHOOSH" that followed was almost as frightening as the ball of flames that came with it. 

Dennis was blown all the way back down the hallway to the foot of the steps. Nathan had taken the full brunt of the flame and was burned across the whole front of his body. Aaron, on the other hand, had been lucky since he'd only just stepped out of the path of the fireball after pulling a life raft from its storage chest. 

He quickly jumped down into the hallway and pushed Dennis up the ladder before following, pulling Nathan along with him. While he had been below, Rachel had thrown both of the life rafts into the water, automatically activating them so they opened. Aaron lowered Nathan into one raft and quickly followed before turning to help Miranda in. Rachel helped Dennis into the second raft and they both pushed off from the sinking yacht. 

The storm worsened and for the next seven hours they were tossed and thrown against debris. When the sun broke through the storm the next morning, Nathan, Miranda, and Aaron found themselves in a debris field of semi-flooded shipping containers that had obviously fallen or been washed off a freighter. There was no sign of the other raft. 

After checking their supplies, it was decided that Aaron should try to see if there was anything useful within the containers. One by one he opened each of them. Shoes, floatation devices (aka basketballs), rope, material, soda pop, candy, a nylon cargo net, and plastic pipe. Unfortunately, the contents of several containers had already been destroyed by the water and one sank as soon as it was opened though Aaron thought he saw the remains of several corpses as it went down. 

The salvaged supplies soon filled the raft and the area around it. Aaron spent the next several hours running the net around everything he could and then climbed back into the raft with Miranda's help. One look at Nathan told him that things were going from bad to worse. 

"How is he?" he whispered. 

Turning away from Nathan, she replied softly as she tried to hold back her tears. "He's got burns across most of his face and chest. I'm pretty sure he's blind but the worst part is that the burns are breaking open. That means that he's not only loosing fluids but can easily get infections." 

"What are you two muttering about?" Nathan suddenly said. 

"Nothing," replied Aaron. 

"Don't give me that bullshit. I know what's going to happen and so do you. It's just a matter of time, so listen to me. Before the captain and I went to bed the other night we noticed a few small islands not too far away. We planned on using them for shelter if the storm got to bad. They were South and South-west of our position which means," holding up a hand to feel the direction of the sun, "they should be that way," he pointed. From the sounds of it you've got plenty of supplies so you just need to hold on and ... take care of each other." 

Three days later, Nathan died nestled in Miranda's arms. With no other options, they slid him over the side and mimicked a burial at sea. For the next two days, neither said much, constantly on the look-out for the islands Nathan had told them about and just as he had foretold, they saw the islands on the evening of the fifth day. 

Using the paddles, they struggled through the surf and had almost made it to shore when the raft overturned dumping both of them into the sea. Aaron quickly surfaced and after first checking that Miranda was ok, grabbed the rope on the raft and pulled it to shore. Exhausted, he collapsed on the sandy beach and was laying there when Miranda emerged from the surf. Not once during the last 5 days had he paid any attention to what she was wearing but he couldn't help but notice as the wet, almost sheer, material clung to her body. 

As if with a mind of its own he felt his cock begin to harden beneath the thin material of his shorts. Afraid that she might notice, he scrambled to his feet, "I need to find some wood to make a fire and warm us up," he called over his shoulder as he headed into the jungle. 

The exhaustion and exertion of the last several days proved to be exactly what he needed and his erection quickly faded. Returning to their camp site, he found Miranda had already set-up a make-shift lean-to to block the breeze and cleared a small area for the fire. 

"That looks great," he exclaimed as he exited the jungle hauling several large dry branches. Using matches from the raft's survival kit, they soon had a warm fire going and collapsed on either side of the fire to sleep. 

Later he woke to find himself thrashing in the sea, being pulled down by a spectral hand reaching up from a sinking container. His scream instantly woke Miranda. 

"What's the matter?" she looked about startled. 

"Nothing," he muttered. 

"Don't give me that, Aaron. You and I both know we might be stuck here for awhile and we need to learn to share things and trust each other." 

Slowly, he told her about what he thought he had seen in the sinking container and his nightmare. 

Standing, she walked over to his side of the fire. The material was now dry but the moonlight still shone through it as she sat next to him. 

"I'll tell you what. Why don't I stay on this side of the fire with you? That way it might help with your nightmare and at the same time we can share our body heat." 

Aaron never had a chance to answer before she stretched out and closed her eyes. Soon he heard slow, rhythmic breathing as she slept. At first he tried to stay awake but exhaustion overtook him and soon he too was sound asleep. 

Miranda awoke later in the night to find his arm draped over her protectively and a hard cock poking against her ass. At first she wasn't sure what to do about it but after a few moments simply lay back down and snuggled tighter against him. "Who knows?" she thought. "Rachel said he was all man and that is exactly what I'm going to need if we're going to survive. Time will tell," she mused as she slid back into a restful sleep. 

When she awoke the following morning, the sun was already high and Aaron wasn't next to her. Quickly surveying the beach, she saw him walking along the shore line with a homemade spear in one hand and several fish dangling from a rope stringer in the other. Calling out to him, he instantly returned. 

"Hey, sleepyhead." 

"Hey yourself. What time is it?" 

"Not sure actually," he joked looking down at his empty wrist, "I seem to have misplaced my watch." Both laughed before he looked up at the sky and continued, "But from the looks of the sun I'd say some time mid-morning, maybe 10 or 11 o'clock." 

"Wow, I slept late." 

"Ya, well, it's been a rather strenuous couple of days." 

Neither felt quite like talking about everything that had happened since the storm so she changed the subject. "What do you have there?" 

"Just a couple of fish I was able to spear. Nothing major but at least it will give us something to eat instead of soda and candy." 

"GOOD, because if I EVER see another soda or eat another piece of candy I'm going to be sick." 

Laughing, he replied, "Me too, BUT we'll keep them just in case. That's one thing Na ... I was taught, is that you never throw away anything that might be useful." 

Splitting the fish open, he threw them on a section of wood and cooked them 'plank-style'. 

"Mmmm, this is delicious," Miranda sighed as she finished her second fish. 

"Nothing to it really but when we're finished I think we better start making some plans." 

"What kind of plans?" 

"Well, we don't know how long we'll be here so we'll need to find a better place to stay and make a shelter. We'll also need to find a supply of fresh water or something just as good to drink." 

"Like what?" 

"We could survive on coconut, papaya, or some other fruits but water is the best option." 

"Agreed," she said as she stood. 

"Actually, I was thinking I'd go now and you could go a bit later. That way there's always someone here to keep the fire going." 




A Charmed Life



"Wouldn't it be better if we both looked?" 

"Maybe later but right now that fire is our only source of heat and protection." 

Understanding that what he said was true and also that he was trying to take on the role of the protective male, she agreed. "Ok. but only for a little while. Do you see that point on the other side of the lagoon? I'd appreciate it if you didn't go beyond that this first time. I may need your help and I really don't want to find myself alone." 

"Agreed," he replied as he set off. 

As he walked along the beach, he soon found coconut, papaya, mango, breadfruit and bananas which he carried down towards the water's edge so he could grab them on the way back. The waters of the lagoon were teaming with fish and he thought he caught a glimpse of a wild pig as he neared the point Miranda indicated should be the end of his first day's search. 

Then, as he was about to turn back, he made the most important discovery of the day. Just before the point, the land climbed upwards and a waterfall cascaded over its lip, splashing into a pool below. Scooping a handful of water, he was overjoyed to find that it was fresh water. 

In the mean time, Miranda stayed close to the fire but strolled inland, looking for more wood. While foraging, she found a large stand of bamboo just a few yards from the beach. 

When they returned to the campsite they shared their individual finds and made plans. The following day, they cut bamboo, made it into a raft and for the rest of the week they moved their supplies to the plateau above the falls yet at the end of each day they returned to their original campsite to eat and spend the night nestled against each other. 

Aaron soon proved his abilities to provide food using snares, traps, and his spear. While at the same time, exhibiting skills using a machete and building a shelter for them. 

Miranda proved a steady hand with a slingshot for birds, as well as knowing where to forage for the best fruits and was surprised to find she had almost a natural ability to weave mats. 

One week became two and then three. Finally, their new shelter was ready. 

"We can move into the hut tomorrow," he said as they sat by the fire. 

"I know but it's going to feel strange after living here on the beach for so long." 

"Ya, but we knew things would have to change the longer we stayed here." 

"Ya, we did," she whispered before stretching out in the sand to sleep. 

When he woke up the next morning, she was gone along with the bamboo raft. 

Packing up the last of their gear, he headed for the far side of the lagoon and a new step in life. Sure enough, the bamboo raft was pulled up in the sands and Miranda's foot prints led in the direction of the hut, though hut may not have been the best way to describe it. 

Built ten feet up into the trees it had an open area, like a terrace, facing the sea. The shelter itself had four solid bamboo walls with a door onto the 'terrace' and windows in each of the other sides. The roof was made of woven mats with palm thatch over it. It even had a door made of the same bamboo and window panels made of thatch that could be dropped down to keep out rain or bugs. He had also built a table with two chairs, some shelves and hung sections of the cargo net to act as hammocks almost like what he'd read in a book when he was younger. 

"Miranda!! Are your up there?" he called. 

"Yes, just getting a few things settled." 

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone." 

"Didn't you see the message in the sand?" 

"Nope, didn't see it. What did it say?" 

"It said that I couldn't sleep so I came over here early. That's all." 

"Ok. Do you need any help up there?" 

"Not really." 

"Ok. Then I'm going to head over to the upper point and take a look. I know it sounds crazy but it would be just our luck to have done all of this and then have a ship find us." 

Laughing, she replied, "You're right, just our luck," but quieter so he didn't hear she finished "though I'm not sure I want anyone to find us." 

That afternoon when he returned, he found her sitting on the terrace looking out at the sea. Without even turning towards him, she began to speak, "Do you remember when we first landed here? We said that we might be here for a long time and would need to take care of each other just like Nathan told us to." 

"I remember." 

"Well I, actually we, have a problem." 

"What's that?" 

"The hammocks." 

"The hammocks?" 

"Yep." 

"What's wrong with them?" 

She hesitated before continuing. "I was married less than six months before Nathan died. But during that time he ignited 'needs' in me. 'Needs' that I haven't had taken care of since we landed here. I know Rachel ignited those same 'needs' in you." Still looking away, she continued, "In fact, I've felt those 'needs' pressing against me several times while we slept on the beach and I followed you into the jungle one night and watched you take care of your 'problem'." 

"Ok, so what does that have to do with the hammocks?" 

Turning back towards him she answered, "Their too far apart. I've grown used to the feel of your body against mine ... the feel of your hard cock pressing against my ass or slipping between my legs. To be honest, I actually put it there several times and then moved back and forth to get myself off. A couple of times I almost thought you were going to cum too." 

"I was," he replied, "but then I remembered that technically you're my step-mother and figured you'd think I was a pervert or something." 

"In that case," she said as she untied the knot of the muu-muu that she was wearing and let it fall to the floor, "let me tell you exactly what I think and want. I don't think you're a pervert. In fact, I think you're an outstanding man. You've kept us safe, fed us, and made a life for us here. And what I want is to be your wife." 

"MY WIFE?" he exclaimed. 

"Yes, your 'island wife' if that makes it seem better. I want to do everything with you. I want to be with you in every sense of the word. I want to make a life here with you and ... I want to make a family with you. I want to feel what it was that Rachel felt while you two made love. I want to feel you buried deep inside me, filling my pussy with your cum. I want to know what it's like to be so turned on that I scream it from the rooftops for the whole world to hear. Now do you understand?" 

"I only have one question," he answered as he pulled her into his arms. 

"What's that?" 

"When would you like to start?" 

Looking up into his eyes she whispered, "Would now be too soon?" 

"Not at all," he answered as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the hut. Inside he slid his hand behind the back of her head and pulled her to him, kissing her. He parted her lips and probed inside seeking her tongue. 

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured as her tongue met his. 

His free hand slid to her shoulder before gliding down, placing the palm of his hand over her breast and nipple before squeezing. Slowly, gently he caressed and fondled it with his fingers. 

"So good," she sighed as she broke their kiss. "Been so long." 

He lowered his head and placed his lips on her breast. Then ever so slowly, he parted them and encircled a lust-hardened nipple. He flicked his tongue across it and was instantly rewarded with a deep moan. Then taking the nipple between his teeth, he gently bit down sending an erotic, lustful surge through her body. 

As if dancing, she began to twist and sway in his arms, her hands locking behind his head, pulling him tighter against her chest, forcing more and more of her tit into his mouth until he began to suck on her nipple. "Can't believe I'm doing this. Going to let my step-son, my Island Husband, fuck me. Mmmmmmmm, so nasty." 

Shifting to her other nipple he descended and sucked it into his mouth, flicking and swirling his tongue across it just as he had done on the other side. 

Her mind and body were ablaze with desire. As if in a dream-filled haze, she felt herself being lowered to the carpet-covered floor. She felt his body slide up hers and for the first time realized that he was nude. She could feel his rigid cock pressing against the junction of her legs. Spreading them slightly, she felt it probe between them, seeking the moist furrow that led to her womanly treasure. She felt his knee slip between her legs, spreading them wider and wider until he had both knees between her legs and his cock was nestled against her pussy lips. 

Teasingly he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want to feel your island husband's cock buried deep inside you?" 

Her pussy was already wet and slick from her arousal. Quietly she purred, "Yes and Yes." 

Slowly, he rubbed his cock up and down over her pussy, coating his shaft with her juices. He could see that she was getting wetter and wetter the more he teased her. Her hips gently began to rock and sway as if with a mind of their own. 

Raising up slightly, he brought the tip of his cock to the opening of her pussy and pressed downwards, probing to find the opening. 

"Yessssss," she hissed as she took his cock in her hand and brought it to the entrance to her love tunnel. "Fuck me," she sighed. 

He pushed forward and barely buried his cock in her pussy. The sensations were like nothing he'd ever felt before including the times with Rachel. Pulling back, he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you." 

"You won't," she uttered as she wrapped her legs around his hips and slowly pulled him downwards. "Just go slow. Let my pussy have a chance to stretch so I can take all of your cock in me." 

Gently he lowered himself on her, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her. "Oh god. You're so tight. I can feel every inch of you sucking and pulling on my cock. So smooth, so soft, almost like a velvet glove. 

"It feels ... so ... big!" she gasped as he continued to press deeper. The walls of her pussy stretched taking more and more of him. "Is it all the way in?" she asked when he stopped for a moment. 

"Not quite yet. I just wanted to give you a chance to get used to it." 

"So thoughtful," she sighed. "Nathan used to say that there were two types of men when it came to making love to a woman. 'The fucker' and 'the lover'. The difference is that the fucker is only interested in his own pleasure while the lover realizes that the more you stimulate the woman, the greater the experience for him. I can tell you right now you're definitely a lover." 

Smiling at the praise, he slowly eased his cock all the way in. 

She tightened her legs around his waist and arched her back, offering him a chance to go even deeper. "Go slow, lover. I want to feel your cock all the way inside me." 

Grabbing both hips, he pressed in while pulling her towards him until his cock pressed against the very depths of her pussy. 

"So deep," she groaned. "Nathan was never able to get this deep. Ohhhhhh ..." 

"What about other lovers?" he asked quizzically. 

Her eyes opened and seemed to focus on him for the first time since they'd started. "Nathan was my first and only lover." 

Startled, he asked, "What about all the rumors?" 

"Oh those," she continued as she held his cock inside her. "To be honest I gave more than my share of hand jobs in school and, if I may say so, I can suck a cock better than any woman you'll ever know but Nathan was the first I let fuck me. His was the first, though not necessarily the best, cock I've ever felt in me." 

"Maybe I shouldn't take that memory from you," he teased as he started to withdraw. 

Clamping her legs even tighter around his waist she cried out, "NO! Don't you dare take your cock out of me. I told you earlier that from now on I'm your island wife so put it back in. Put your cock back in me and don't ever take it out of me like that again." 

He obeyed her plea and pushed his rock hard cock into her hungry pussy. "Is this what you wanted?" he teased again. 

"Yes." 

"You want my cock buried deep inside of you?" 

"Yes." 

"Then what?" 

"I want you to fuck me." 

"What do you want me to fuck?" 

"My pussy. I want you to fuck my pussy." 

Still holding his cock in place, he knew he had but one more question to ask. A question that Rachel had told him would show that a woman was giving herself completely to her partner. A question that could be answered with just one word. "I couldn't hear you. What is it you want me to fuck?" 

"My pussy," she answered once again. 

"I still can't hear you," he quipped. 

Confused for a moment, the answer suddenly burst from her memory. A word that almost no woman used except with her lover. "My cunt. C - U - N - T!! I want you to fuck my cunt. I want to feel your cock buried all the way in my cunt." 

Slowly he sank his cock into the depths until it was once again completely buried in her. She shuttered from the exquisite feeling of having his stiff cock filling her, and instinctively started rocking her hips. He responded by pumping slowly in and out with long deep strokes. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, it feels soooo gooood," she moaned. 

A guttural groan escaped from deep within him as he began to ram his cock harder, faster and deeper into her. 

She responded by thrusting her hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. She quickly released her hold around his waist and planted her feet on the floor, pushing back against his cock. Each downward thrust of his was met by a corresponding upward thrust of her own. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other filled the hut. 

His body pressed down against her, her tits flattened against his chest. He took both hands and encircled the outer edges and squeezed them together. Then he slipped his thumbs up to each of her nipples and gently rubbed them. 

"Ohhhhhhh, I love it. I love the way you play with my tits." She felt herself getting more excited and began thrusting upward even faster and harder. She wanted her pussy to love and caress every inch of his cock. 

Suddenly it was her turn to ask, "Do you like fucking me? Do you like feeling your cock slide all the way in me?" 

"Oh yes," he groaned and started pumping furiously, slamming harder and harder into her. His breathing began to get ragged. 

His cock plunged in and out of her pussy and she realized that she was only moments from exploding into the most climatic orgasm of her life. Though she had experience orgasms by using her hands and when Nathan made love to her, she somehow knew that none of them would ever compare to what she was about to experience. 

So wrapped up in her own lustful bliss, she barely noticed when he said, "I'm going to cum, Miranda! Should I pull out, or can I cum in your pussy?" 

This was the moment of reality that she had inwardly questioned. Could she possibly let herself go and truly become his island wife? The answer exploded from her core as she felt her own orgasm erupting. "Keep ... fucking ... me," she rasped in time with their fucking. "Fuck ... my ... cunt. Cum ... in ... me. Fuck ... me. Fill ... my ... cunt ... with ... your ... cum. I ... want ... you ... to ... shoot ... your ... load ... in ... me!!". 

Any doubts that either had about what they were doing disintegrated at that moment as his cum surged from the tip of his cock, coating the walls of her pussy and he bellowed, "I'm cumming. Oh yes, cumming deep in your pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ...". 

His body began jerking and he lunged forward, pile-driving his cock deep into her as it began spewing into her pussy, but not just any pussy. This was the pussy of his island wife and this was their first time, something that could never be repeated. 

Feeling his cum exploding into her, she couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh honey, I'm cuummming, too. I never imagined it would feel this good. Oh, baby, don't stop. Keep fucking me. Fill my cunt with your cum. Soooo good. Harder, that's it just a little more. Now ... now ... n ... AAAAEEEIIIIIIIII," she screeched. 

Every bird on the plateau instantly took flight at the sound of her orgasmic release but neither of them cared as she encircled her arms around him and held him tightly. At the same time, her pussy quivered, contracted, and squeezed the length of his spurting cock, trying to milk every last drop of cum from it. 

Together, they collapsed into each other's arms, both of them completely spent. Their hearts were beating as fast as a sprint runner, their breathing was deep and deliberate. Slowly, they calmed down, and began to return to normal. 

Finally rolling off of her, he looked up at the roof as she snuggled against him. "I guess I better start making a bed for us," he sighed. 

"That would probably be a good idea," she responded as sleep overcame both of them. 

That night, Aaron's dreams were filled with visions of Rachel yet as the night wore on they slowly changed into Miranda. The feel of her body pressed against his almost seemed real as the sun began to shine through the window. Yet there was something more to his dreams as he felt her nestled next to him. 

Lifting his head, he was surprised to see her looking back up at him. 

"Good morning." 

"Good morning, gorgeous." 

"How are you feeling?" 

"Mmmmmmm, absolutely fantastic," he replied stretching. 

"Any regrets?" 

"None at one." 

"I'm glad to hear that," she purred as she slid up his body, pressing her tits against his chest. "I was afraid you'd feel guilty this morning." 

"For what? Making love to the most beautiful woman I've ever met?" 

"I wasn't sure. I heard you mumble Rachel's name last night in your sleep and well ... you know." 

"Ya, I know. But what happened to her and I was before I had you. I cared about her a lot and she taught me a lot but I never ..." 

"Never what?" 

"Never would have asked her to be my wife. Island or otherwise." 

Suddenly, she felt his cock hardening below her and her eyes seemed to shimmer as she slid off of him. "I think somebody needs some help this morning and I know just the way," she giggled as she pulled the cover off of them. 

His cock was right in front of her and what a cock it was. She stared in amazement at its length and thickness. "No wonder I felt like you were going to split me open." Tentatively, she put her hand out to grasp it, but could just barely get her fingers all the way around it. 

Aaron let out a long, slow breath in reaction to her touch. "I hadn't realized that I'd be that sensitive this morning." 

"That's probably because it was such a tight fit. Give it time for my body to get used to this monster and it will be just fine. In the mean time I think I know exactly what will help," she said as she slowly started to stroke his cock with her hand. Looking back up at him, she noticed how intently he was watching her every motion. Their eyes met and they smiled. A sure sign as far as she was concerned that he trusted her with whatever she had in mind. Then she looked back at the immense cock that was right in front of her. Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue, and started to gently lick the underside. 

"Oh," he muttered. "That tickles but in a good way." 

Smiling, she continued to lick up and down on his cock coating it with the wetness from her tongue. She pursed her lips and slowly slid them over the tip of his cock and started to gently suck. 

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod," he gasped, and his hips jerked. 

She quickly settled her hand on his lap to hold him down as she continued to suck on his cock, bobbing her my head up and down, while at the same time stroking him with her other hand. 

She coated his cock with her spit as her hand followed her mouth up and down the length. Occasionally, she'd pull all the way off and either stick her tongue into the slit on top or lick the underside of his cock head like a popsicle. 




A Charmed Life



His breathing was becoming heavier the longer she continued. Instinctively, he placed his hands on the back of her head. She knew he was going to cum soon and she wanted to taste his cum before swallowing his entire load. She started stroking faster with her hand while keeping the cock head securely in her mouth until he cried out, "I'M CUMMMMMIIINNGGGG." Strand after strand shot into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, draining his balls and taking his entire load without losing a drop. 

When she was done, she sat up and used her index finger to wipe a few stray drops of cum from the corner of her mouth. Then opening wide, she licked the remains from her finger. "Mmmmmmm, yummy." 

He was still breathing heavily and his eyes were closed, his head rolled back in the afterglow of his orgasm. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. "That was incredible." 

Smiling, she slid back up his body and replied, "I told you that I could suck a man's cock better than any woman you'd ever met." 

"You certainly can," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, tasting the salty, tangy flavor of his cum. 

They kissed long and hard, their tongues battling each other. When they pulled away, he looked down at her breasts. Her tits were easily within reach. Wrapping her in his arms, he rolled them over so now she was under him, laying on the floor. 

Instantly, his finger began to lightly trace around her areola, watching as they darkened and small bumps formed around their edges. "I love playing with your tits. They're ... I'm not sure how to explain it. They're soft yet firm. When I squeeze them it's almost like I'm squeezing bread dough yet they go right back to their original shape. They're so big and sexy but they don't sag at all. I can't keep my hands off of them. And just look at your nipples. They're begging to be sucked," he concluded as he rubbed a nipple between his index finger and thumb. 

She instantly felt a warm glow between her legs as he played with her tit. "It felt so good last night when you sucked on them," she told him, hoping he would take the hint. 

"Maybe I should do it again then," he teased. 

"I think I'd like that," she giggled in reply. 

"I'm going to lick and suck on your tits till it drives you crazy! Then I'm going to kiss and lick your pussy until you cum!" He hadn't had the opportunity to do that the night before but the image of him between her legs sent a tremor up and down her spine in anticipation. 

Coyly she asked, "And just when do you plan on doing this?" 

"To quote a very beautiful woman, 'Would now be too soon?'" 

As seductively as she could she whispered, "Not at all. I think I'd love to have you eat my pussy." 

Stretching out next to her, he lightly kissed her lips, his hand fondling and toying with her breasts and nipples. He could feel the heat growing in each of them. 

With the attention and patience of an explorer learning new territory, he slowly moved across her body. Gently he kissed the area below her ear and was rewarded with a gentle sigh. Caressing her neck elicited a moan from deep within and when he lightly drew circles across her shoulders felt a tremor ripple down her body. 

Slowly, he moved lower and lower. Kissing and licking the area between her neck and breasts brought an unexpected reward as he watched her nipples slowly grow and harden until they resembled the eraser on a pencil. 

"I've never felt so sexy before," she sighed. "I never imagined I could get so turned on just by having a man kiss me like you are." 

An unseen smile crossed his face as he used his fingertips to lightly trace across the flesh of her shoulders and arms. He felt 'goose bumps' develop wherever he touched. His hands and mouth never seemed to stop and were continuously exploring new areas. His hand slowly traveled down the side of her body lightly touching the outer edge of her breast before stopping on her outer thigh. Almost as if giving a massage, he fondled and pressed the flesh while his mouth moved lower, in between her breasts. His tongue lashed out licking and kissing her cleavage. 

"So good. Don't stop," she whispered. 

He slid his hand to the front of her thigh and slowly moved upwards until he cupped her breast, the nipple still sticking straight up into the air begging to be sucked. Lifting his head, he put his warm mouth engulfed her tit. His wet tongue rolling over the engorged nipple. 

"Ohmigod ... can't believe ... to soon ... OOOHHHH," she cried as she arched her back, offering more of her tit to him. 

As he continued to suck on one nipple, he reached up and gently pinched the other one. He slid his free hand down to the junction above her legs and teased her public hairs, first sliding across them and then twirling them around a finger and gently pulling. 

The heady aroma of her arousal filled the hut, a light sheen of moisture appearing along the furrow of her pussy. He took a finger and stroked it between her pussy lips so that it was coated with her juices. Then he took that finger and rubbed it over her nipple, coating it with her sweet pussy juice. As soon as he removed the finger, he plunged his mouth back on that nipple and began to suck. 

Her hands laced into his hair holding him there as he placed his hand back over her pussy. With one stroke, his finger slid between her nether lips and pressed against her swollen clit. It was more than she could take. The sensation of him sucking on her tits and fingering her clit put her into a frenzy as her body began to shudder and convulse. She knew she couldn't, and didn't want to, hold back any longer as she slid over the edge. "Cuuummmiiinnnggg," she moaned, softly.   

Her pussy started quivering and she could feel a flood of juices flowing from it. Though small in comparison to the orgasm she'd experienced the night before, she felt her body trembling with orgasmic release. Somewhere in her fogged mind she tried to figured out why and how her new lover had been able to do this to her so quickly. Yet in the end, she realized she really didn't care just so long as he didn't stop. 

Gently removing his finger from between her pussy lips, he sat there watching her. Her body was quivering and jerking from the orgasm he had caused. Slowly she caught her breath and looked up to see him kneeling over her. Their eyes met and locked and it somehow triggered another set of small orgasmic tremors to glide over her. Then suddenly she felt pressure against her pussy and opened her eyes. His head was now between her legs, his fingers gently stroking her lips as he kissed them tenderly. 

"What are you ...?" she croaked as her throat tightened in anticipation. 

"Remember, I promised to eat your pussy." Dropping her head back, she couldn't believe that she could live through so much pleasure again so soon. She could feel his tongue lightly stroking her pussy, lapping up her juices. He would start at the bottom and slide his tongue all the way up, going up and down, lapping up her juices as they flowed from her. 

She had no idea how long he did this before she felt his tongue slip between the lips, probing the walls of her pussy. His actions were getting just the response he had hoped for as she spread her legs wider and hooked her heels under his armpits pulling him closer. It felt so good she instinctively began rocking her hips to meet his tongue. Then he took his tongue and started at the bottom of her pussy, firmly licking all the way up until his tongue reached her clit. When he pressed his tongue firmly against it she couldn't help but jerk. Her heels dug in harder as she pressed her pussy against his mouth, grinding it against his face. 

His tongue swirled around her clit and it wasn't long before he could tell she was approaching another orgasm. 

Her breath became ragged and irregular as she pressed herself against his tongue. Glancing upwards, he watched in fascination as she grabbed her tits in her hands and squeezed. More startling was when she pinched her nipples between her index finger and thumb, pulling on them until it seemed they would rip from her body before she released them and they snapped back into place. 

Her voice was strained as she began moaning. "Feels wonderful ... yessssss ... right there ... oh honey you make my pussy feel soooo goooood." 

At that moment he reached up and inserted two fingers into her pussy, rubbing across the upper wall pressing against her 'g-spot'. 

"Ohhhhhh FUCK!" she cried out, as she mashed her pussy against his face. 

His tongue pressed against her clit and she exploded into another orgasm. "Oh baby ... I'm cumming again ... You're making me cum again ... Oh keep eating my pussy ... ohmigod ... ohmigod ... ohmigod," she chanted before her mouth flew open as if trying to scream but all he heard was a deep satisfied groan. Her body heaved and bounced up and down in ecstasy, finally arching in one last spasm of release before collapsing. 

Lovingly, he continued to caress her inner thigh, planting tender kisses on her pussy lips, no longer trying to arouse her but simply to show how much he cared for her. 

When her orgasm had finally subsided he scooted up over her body. With his large hands he grasped the outsides of each of her tits and pushed them together, creating a deep cleavage between them. Then he pushed his face into the area between her tits and started gently kissing. He kissed and licked on her soft breasts, finally finding his way to a nipple once again. He slowly licked and flicked his tongue over it, alternating from one breast to the other. Tenderly, he looked up at her and smiled. 

"Do you like my tits?" she asked, already knowing the answer! 

"I told you earlier how beautiful they are and how much I love sucking on them." 

"Come up here and give me a kiss," she said with a smile. 

He slid his body up and their lips met and locked once again, their tongues probing each other's mouths, darting against each other. When he slid further up over her body, she felt his rigid cock pressing against her. She could feel it rubbing against her moist pussy and realized that she had never wanted to be fucked so badly in all her life. This time there would be no resistance, no hesitancy. She wanted every inch of his cock inside her. 

Reaching between them she wrapped her hand around it. Hot, hard, soft, velvety, smooth. Words seemed to flow through her as she tried to describe it before she spread her legs wide apart and began rubbing it against her pussy. 

A questioning looked filled his face. "Are you sure?" 

Opening her eyes, she stared right into his gaze and whispered, "Absolutely. I've made myself cum 4 or 5 times in a single day when I've played with myself but right now ... this minute ... there is nothing else in the world I want more then to have you fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy. I want to feel it sliding in and out, stretching me and filling me. Last night ... Last night was about taking care of our 'needs'. 'Needs' that we had both felt growing the longer we were here. I admit I had my doubts at first but not any more. Now as your wife, I want you to fuck me. From now on I'm yours anytime and any place and I hope you feel the same." She continued as she rubbed her pussy against him. 

He looked at her and then slowly raised his hips. Intuitively, she positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy. Slowly he eased into her and they felt the walls of her pussy stretch to take him. There was no pain, only pleasure, as he slid deeper and deeper. 

"This feels unbelievable. I can feel it inside of me. Put it all the way in. I want to feel it against my cervix. I know it hurts some women but last night it ... well, it hurt a little but at the same time it felt sooooo good. Now be a good husband ... and fuck me hard," she finished as she scooted her hips up to give him a better angle to shove his cock into her eager pussy. 

"Your pussy's so wet and tight." 

"That's it honey, put it all the way in." 

He gave one final thrust, and she could tell that his cock was completely buried in her. They held each other, motionless, for a moment, then they kissed. Slowly, he started pulling his cock back out of her pussy. He felt the muscles tighten as she moaned. He withdrew his cock almost completely out, and then he reversed and plunged it deep back into her. 

"Oh yesssss ... ... that's it. Fuck me, lover ... faster ... harder. Oh your cock feels so good in me." She was thrusting upward meeting his downward moves, as they moved together in perfect unison. In and out his cock kept plunging into her pussy. He raised up slightly and watched her big tits bounce around as he fucked her. They were wobbling up and down, and rolling around, responding to the movements of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy. 

"That's it darling. Harder ... faster. Fill my pussy. Fuck me. Don't stop ... please don't ever stop. I'm so close. Ohmigod, so turned on. Need you so bad. Need your cock. Need you inside of me. AArrgghhhh. 

It only seemed like moments before he felt the familiar sensations deep in his groin. "I'm going to cum, Miranda," he yelled. Once again, like last night, he asked, "Should I pull out?" 

"NO!! FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. I WANT YOU TO SHOOT YOUR LOAD DEEP INSIDE ME. BURY YOUR COCK DEEP IN ME AND COVER MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. FUCK ME, BABY ... OHHHHH ... FUCK ME HARD," she screamed as she thrashed about under him, eager to have him fill her pussy again with his cum. 

Positioning himself so he was on his elbows and toes he lunged forward, slamming his cock deep into her pussy. As he moaned, she felt his cock spewing forth another load of his cum, filling her pussy yet again. He kept jerking, driving his cock deeper and harder with each movement as he filled her. 

"Ohmigod! You're making me feel so good. That's it ... keep fucking me ... oh your cock's so big ... honey, I can feel you filling my pussy with your cum! Fuck me, darling, fuck your wife! I want to be your wife and have you fuck me forever!!" 

The words had barely left her mouth when she exploded into the most earth-shattering orgasm of the day as she threw her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt, a warm fluttering sensation almost overshadowed the exquisite feeling of his throbbing cock, buried deep inside her clutching pussy. 

Through her orgasmic haze she thought, "Could it be? I haven't taken anything in months. Nathan and I were trying. When was the last time I had my period? Can I really count on that after everything we've gone through?" 

The questions flooded her mind but ultimately just like when she'd asked 'How?' and 'Why?' it didn't really matter. She was happier than she'd thought she could ever be after Nathan's death. She was wrapped in the arms of a man who really cared for her. A man who had built a life for them. A man that she knew would be there for her no matter what the future held. 

It wasn't long before she felt his cum, mixed with her own pussy juices, oozing out of her and dribbling down her ass. 

Gently, she pushed him over and onto his side. Her leg was draped over him and they snuggled facing each other, his cock still buried in her pussy, holding his cum inside almost like a cork in a bottle. They kissed and held each other tightly. 

Suddenly sitting up, he looked down at her. "I have just one question?" 

"Ok." 

"If you and I became island spouses yesterday, does that mean this is our honeymoon?' 

Laughingly she replied, "I guess it does." 

"I hope it lasts forever!" he said as he laid back down and they drifted off to sleep. 

The sun was high by the time he woke up. Once again, he found her sitting on the terrace, lost in thought and watching the waves roll in. 

Taking her by the hand he spun her around and kissed her gently. "You know this is crazy. You're my aunt, my step-mother, and now my island wife." 

Reflecting on what he'd said she replied, "So?" 

"Sooooo, I guess that makes me the luckiest guy in the world," he said while thinking, "... or I just live a charmed life." 

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Footnote to my fans 

Firstly, I wanted to thank each of my fans for their continuous feedback. Whether good or bad they serve to make me a better writer. They also guide me as to which stories to continue and which to leave. 

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As an afterthought for those who have inquired I was in an accident earlier this year. The injuries, though not life-threatening, were extensive so it has taken me some time to get back to my writing. I'm back now and am hoping to submit new stories at least once a month so keep your eyes open.