21 comments/ 309868 views/ 94 favorites Sailing to Pleasure Island By: coops181 We were only a day away from the island now after leaving our small homeport some two days previous. The weather had been perfect; a steady ten to fifteen knot sou' easterly had enabled us to sail on a comfortable reach for most of the way. Our lovely 33-foot yacht 'Interlude' made steady progress averaging around six and a half to seven knots through the slight seas. Because there was only my husband and I on this trip, quite short handed if we encountered any problems, we anchored up at night along the coast in a couple of the nice quiet coves and little bays that Ross knew of from past trips this way. The warm Dry Season temperatures had given me the opportunity to work on my already honey coloured tan by lying out on the cabin roof dressed in nothing more than my new black "Wicked Weasel" bikini. It is a nice little suit made out of a unique sort of material called Eyelet Mesh, which basically means that it is full of little holes all fairly close together. This makes it almost completely see-through...if you are close enough to notice. My husband just loves it when I wear them, so he certainly didn't mind me not helping with the trimming of our sails as much as I normally would while I lazed about sunning myself. Oh, what a Bohemian life we had, sometimes! We had ten days off work to go cruising over to an island that Ross sometimes visited for work reasons. I had never been there before and from what my husband had told me about it I was certainly looking forward to spending a few days relaxing there. He told me that it only had around one hundred inhabitants that were mostly descendents of the indigenous peoples that had been there for centuries. It was only a relatively small island; about ten miles long and shaped like a dumb-bell. Across the middle was only some four-mile or less. He said that it had two of the nicest little bays he had ever seen, one had the small community built near its sandy beaches. And on the other side, where we were going to anchor, was at this time of the year the leeward side of the island. Apparently it also had a nice white sandy beach too, and was very private most of the time with only the occasional local camping there to go fishing. The island was off limits to the ordinary tourist and was rarely visited by outsiders at all, which was how the locals liked it, more fish for them! They just loved their fishing apparently. I was really looking forward to it because it sounded pretty special. Also, because Ross had told me a bit about one of the locals that lived there, a fellow he sometimes worked with (actually this man was the one who first suggested we sail over to visit). Waingu according to my husband was the descendent of a long line of headhunters! This really had me intrigued I must tell you. Waingu was all civilised of course so Ross informed me, as much as a black man can be while living on a tropical island, miles from anywhere. Still, I was very curious indeed. My husband gets to meet lots of interesting people in his job that takes him all over the countryside and now I was going to meet one of them. Waingu was a South-Sea pearl diver for many years before he settled down with his wife on her island paradise some years ago. Ross assured me I would enjoy the contact with someone like Waingu, who still had a passion for life and loved to talk about his many experiences living in some pretty wild areas of the Pacific. It all sounded romantic to me, as silly as that may sound. You see I like things to be a bit wild every now and then. Mmm...a headhunter, I mean a pearl diver, hey? Not in my wildest dreams. I tan-up very easily so by the time we were only half a day away from Waingu's island I was already as brown as a berry and my long blond hair contrasted nicely against my tanned shoulders. I had even removed my small top most days and tanned up my normally covered breasts, just to thrill my adoring husband of course. Still not satisfied, he even tried to cajole me into removing my little black bikini bottoms, but I wasn't budging. We had only seen four other boats out during our sail across, but that was enough for me to retain some decorum of modesty. After all, at thirty nine I was no spring chicken any more and no matter how much my husband told me that my five foot seven and a bit frame was as trim and beautiful as the day he first saw me some fifteen years ago, I was not going to go nude! Besides, the nature of the bikini material let enough sun through to my skin and when I did remove my g-string I had these gorgeous little brown spots dotted over my almost hairless quim! * * * On our final tack toward the island I could see my husband's description was very accurate indeed. It looked to be a very pretty island with its nice wide sandy palm-fringed beach and tall rainforest growing inland over low hills. We dropped the pick in a wide bay on the leeward side of the island, as planned, some two hundred yards offshore in a safe 15 feet of perfectly clear water and Ross called his friend Waingu with our satellite phone to let him know we had arrived. It wasn't long afterwards that we saw two men walk onto the beach and call out to us. Ross recognised his friend Waingu and after lowering our small inflatable tender we both jumped in and took off for shore. Ross introduced me to Waingu first and then to the other man who was named Mulla. I liked Waingu instantly. He was tall and well built, with a completely shaved head and a small greying goatee. His features were handsome with a high forehead and a wide nose (something I imagined would not look out of place with a bone through it!). His smile was infectious and his dark eyes sparkled with intelligence and life. He appeared to be only in his early forties (I was later to learn from Ross that he was almost fifty!) The other man Mulla was much younger and a lot darker skinned too, almost jet black. He had a thick head of dreadlocks that hung down past his broad shoulders. It turned out that he was Waingu's wife's younger brother. To me he appeared to be in his early twenties or possibly even younger. Mulla seemed shy and would not look me in the eye for very long. He said very little too as both Ross and Waingu re-acquainted themselves enthusiastically. We walked up the beach and over a grassy sand-dune down to an old Toyota Landcruiser utility parked under a big old banyan tree. Waingu had offered to show me around his little community before it got too late in the day. I sat in the middle as Waingu drove and Ross was next to me, Mulla sat in the back on the spare tyre. There were almost no bitumen roads on the island and the track across to the other side was fairly rough in places. Occasionally when Waingu changed gears his hand would brush against my thigh momentarily. I also had trouble stopping my short denim skirt from riding up my buttocks because of the bumps and corrugations along the way. In the end I gave up and just let it creep up well past my thighs, my bare butt cheeks stuck to the old vinyl seat with perspiration. Even my small breasts jiggled and bounced in my bikini top whenever we hit another patch of corrugations, making my sensitive nipples become somewhat erect! Luckily it wasn't all that far to the other side of the island and upon entering the small town I thought it looked pleasant enough. I saw some of the local women gathering in the shade of a couple of large flame trees, they looked exotic dressed in their brightly coloured floral skirts. The children looked clean and happy and groups of them played out the front of their modest houses. Here and there were a few men working on old cars, or playing cards in the shade of their well kept gardens. I noticed a few short roads there that had bitumen sealing; no doubt it helped keep the dust down for most of the householders during the Dry and kept the mud to a minimum in the Wet. Ross showed me where he stayed when he worked on the island and we visited the small shop on the way out to buy some cool cans of soft drink before we headed back to 'our' side of the island again. Just as we headed back out, Mulla called out to Waingu in their native tongue and we stopped by an old home on the edge of town. Mulla went inside and some minutes later returned with a small canvas bag. "Do you smoke gunja Angela?" Waingu asked me. I shook my head. It's just not my sort of thing. "Ah...that is a pity. Ross, maybe we can entice you again?" I looked at Ross. I didn't think he had smoked dope for years. "Maybe just a toke or two Waingu," he said. "We will get a fire going on the beach when we get back and enjoy ourselves a bit. What do you think Angela?" Waingu asked me politely. I knew I had some bottles of wine aboard the Interlude and there were two chilling off as we spoke. "Yes. I think that would be nice Waingu." Waingu patted my knee and gently squeezed my thigh. "It is nice to finally meet the wife of my good friend, Angela." I tried not to show alarm at his intimate gesture and his hand dwelt on my bare thigh for another few moments before he had to change gears again over another patch of bad road. Ross didn't seem to notice the exchange and I said nothing. Maybe I should have, I had thought, just to put him straight, because then for most of the way back whenever he changed gears his hand brushed against my leg. Several times he even momentarily rested his forearm on my thigh; his dark skin made even my suntanned legs look pale by comparison. The rest of the way back Ross and Waingu continued to chatter like a pair of old women. They certainly appeared to genuinely like one another I had to say! I glanced down at my lap a couple of times and could clearly see the front of my almost transparent black bikini was exposed due to my skirt riding up again and I tried to close my legs together to prevent Waingu from noticing my predicament should he choose to look! When we finally arrived back near the beach again the rather handsome young man named Mulla jumped off the back of the vehicle and held the door open for me as I stepped out. Of course my short skirt rode up again as I slid across the sticky seat to hop out. I had my bikinis on I knew, but they were very, very brief, just those little g-strings and I wondered if Mulla would try to peek up my skirt at my crotch that I just knew would have been in almost full view to him. Well I looked him in the eye just as I was about to step down and could see he did actually look a bit embarrassed. But, I also caught him steal a quick peek, if only for a brief second or two! * * * I had gone back to the Interlude alone to knock up a salad and gather a few steaks I had defrosted earlier for dinner. We were going to cook them on a grill that was already heating up on a small fire the men had built on the beach. I also decided to grab the chilled wine and a couple of glasses. Then I dragged out a large picnic blanket to add to the ones that Waingu had pulled out from behind the Toyota's seat. The sun had set over the beautiful azure tropical sea and it was beginning to get dark. I knew it was going to be an almost full moon though and there was not a cloud in the sky. Soon we would be able to see again almost as clearly as daylight. * * * Well our steaks had gone down nicely and I watched closely while sipping my wine as the three men shared some Kava that Mulla had brought from his house. Kava is a horrible tasting (so I am told) narcotic type of drink that is favoured by the natives of some of the Pacific islands. It is a powder that derives from a local plant. The yellow powder is mixed with water. I think it looks like dishwater and guessed that it probably tasted like it too. But the men seemed to be enjoying the effects of it. I knew that if you drunk too much it would induce sleep fairly quickly. I hoped that my husband did not drink too much of the vile looking stuff, or smoke too much more of Mulla's strong gunja either! We all talked and laughed a lot for a couple of hours and I learnt a little more about Waingu's people. Mulla was fairly quiet for the most part, in a polite sort of way. Although I did catch him steal glances at me occasionally and say something to his brother in their native language moments afterward. If it hadn't been for the few glasses of wine I had consumed I may have been slightly annoyed that they weren't' speaking English when this happened. My husband and Mulla did seem to have two tokes of the acrid smelling joint to Waingu's one and more Kava than I cared to know about as well. Ross had gradually become very quiet too and I guessed he was not far off crashing out. Later on as the conversation died down, I went for a stroll up the beach to stretch my legs. The walk did me good and I returned to the welcoming fire some twenty minutes or so later and discovered that only Waingu was awake still! Waingu smiled at me as I sat back down on the rug. "I think Ross will sleep very well now Angela," he said in his deep baritone voice. "Kava does not give you any bad effect in the morning like alcohol does either. If you don't mind, I will wait here a little while longer while my young brother sleeps peacefully." Waingu looked at me as he spoke and I actually felt a slight tingle in my pussy knowing that I was almost alone with this handsome black man. "You can stay as long as you like Waingu," I purred, as I laid back and finished my fourth glass of wine for the evening. Way more than I would normally have! Waingu nodded and smiled again. He was sitting near my feet and I noticed his eyes wander down my body slowly and back up again to meet my gaze. I did not mind too much as he made no sleazy attempt to hide the fact. I knew he was just 'checking me out' and I was flattered in a kind of nice way. I do not seem to get as many handsome men look at me like that these days and with Waingu's gaze still upon me I felt myself even moisten up slightly at his interest. I felt sooo relaxed. "I hope you don't mind me saying so Angela, but I think you are a very attractive woman." His openness took me quite by surprise and I felt myself blush slightly. "Why thankyou Waingu, and might I say that you are a very handsome man." My heart skipped a beat when I said this and I wriggled my toes subconsciously. Waingu glanced down at my small feet and without saying a word, reached down and tenderly placed his large hand beneath my right ankle and lifted my foot onto his lap. He then began to ever so gently massage the sole of my foot. It felt absolutely heavenly and I made no attempt to stop him. "Mmm...that's sooo nice Waingu. You have the most magical fingers," I crooned softly. My bare foot looked so tiny in his big strong hands. Waingu did not favour just my right foot though and just as wordlessly he picked up my other foot to afford it equal attention. I laid back and closed my eyes, luxuriating in his touch. I was, though, well aware that Waingu could now quite likely see up my short skirt. I knew that if he cared to look closer between my slightly parted thighs that he would more than likely notice that my bikini was partially damp where it afforded my vulva that small amount of modesty! But I didn't care! I was in heaven and enjoying every moment of his careful ministrations. I felt his hands wander up my smooth calf muscle and rub it slowly before he moved up further, behind my knee and draw small circles lightly. I felt so wonderful at that moment, the moon, the wine, the warm air wafting across the sand and Waingu caressing my legs as I lay next to my sleeping husband. Oh how titillating a feeling it all added up to. Waingu's fingers moved up past my knee and onto my thigh where he continued to draw small circles with just the tips of his fingers. Occasionally it tickled me and I would move my butt around, grinding the blanket into the soft sand, and he moved up even nearer to my upper thigh. Then I felt his fingers very slowly caressing my inner thighs, now only a couple of inches away from my moist pussy. I wondered at how daring he was going to be and I positively squirmed at his touch! It was not until I felt his other hand attempt to open my slightly parted legs even wider that I finally snapped out of my almost total serenity. I wondered what I might have let him do had I had even more wine, and I was not lying next to my sleeping husband! "Thankyou Waingu, that was very pleasant. You have a wonderful touch," I said courteously as I withdrew my feet from his lap and sat back up, tucking my legs beneath me. It had felt good, that was the problem, and it was because it was feeling just a bit too good that I had to stop him! * * * Yes, it was almost a full moon and looking out over the gently lapping waves as they caressed the sloping shoreline I could clearly see the Interlude, our beloved Mottle, a centre-cockpit sloop resting at anchor. The setting looked so serene I was very tempted to go for a swim. My husband still lay on his back next to me sleeping peacefully. No doubt the combination of the Kava a gunja, along with the effort of sailing here the last few days had contributed to his deep slumber. Mulla appeared to be sleeping just as soundly and he lay several feet away from the fire as it crackled away. There was a nice aromatic smell in the air. It came from the smoke of the small dry pieces of native cypress Waingu had placed on the fire earlier to keep the few insects that were around at bay. I looked back over at Waingu again. He was quiet since I had pulled my legs away and had sat back up. He was now resting back on his elbows staring at the flames. He must have sensed my gaze and he looked back at me and smiled. "So my dear what do you think of my little island so far?" he asked, breaking the long minutes of silence. "I think it is quite beautiful Waingu. Not at all like some of the other islands I have been to. The water, it looks so clear and inviting with its beautiful clean white sandy bottom. I was just thinking how nice it would be to swim now under this lovely bright moonlight." "Would you like to do this Angela? I am sure you will find the water very pleasant at this time of year. I will watch you if you wish?" "Mmm...just watch me? Surely that sounds a bit suss'. Why wouldn't you like to come in also Waingu? I would feel more relaxed if a local were nearby." "Ah yes. I could go swimming with you if it makes you feel more comfortable. You do not think your husband will mind?" I looked over again at Ross. He was truly out of it. He probably should not have had the dope as he does not normally smoke it. Come to think of it, he is not a big fan of Kava either! My poor hubby was not going to miss me. "My husband wont mind Waingu, I can assure you." Of course I still had my bikinis on beneath my skirt and tee-shirt so that was not a problem either. "Angela, I will come in with you if you wish, but I must warn you that I do not swim in my jeans. It is far too restrictive and not good for the material. Now my concern for you is this; beneath my jeans I wear nothing! Are you quite sure you still want me to accompany you?" I sighed. Now I am no shrinking violet and over the years I have of course seen numerous men naked before so I naturally tried not to show Waingu that there wasn't any problem with his predicament. Actually, I was just a tad excited at the prospect! I had never seen a black man naked before, and to be honest, I was slightly curious to find out if there was any truth in the rumours and innuendos that you hear so much about black men. "Waingu, I will try not to look when you disrobe, okay?" I then stood up and removed my tee-shirt, dropping it onto my large towel that was folded on the blanket. I looked over to where Waingu was still sitting and noticed he was watching me with those dark piercing eyes of his. He casually looked me in the eye and smiled, his perfect white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. I had to admit that for a man in his forties he was ruggedly handsome. I don't think I had ever found a black man that attracted me so much before! I guessed it was the Pacific island blood in him that made him different to others I had met in the past. Sailing to Pleasure Island "Well are you coming too?" I asked him as I undid the button and zip to my skirt and let it drop to the ground before stepping out of it. He was still looking at me in a polite admiring sort of way as I stood no more than eight feet from him in nothing but my tiny black bikini. "Please excuse me for admiring your body Angela. This island is a paradise of course, but alas we do not get many attractive white women here very often. You are the first one I have ever seen in such a pretty bikini also." I was still facing him and I now actually felt embarrassed by his open compliments. I looked over to see my husband and Mulla were still both sleeping soundly. I took a gulp and turned around slowly then started to walk down to the shore. I knew that Waingu would most likely be checking out my bare buttocks where just the thin strip of my g-string would be visible as it emerged from between my two firm cheeks. "Come on then Waingu. Don't go changing your mind on me now will you?" I called to him as I walked down closer to the gently lapping waves. "You will not have to ask me again Angela. I am coming!" Waingu called excitedly. I walked into the cool water till it was up past my knees then I turned around and knelt down facing the beach back towards where I could see Waingu removing his clothes by the fire. This time it was my turn to check him out as he purposely and unashamedly walked down and into the water near to where I was kneeling. Waingu got within ten feet of me before stopping and then splashed the cool salty water upon his body with his hands. The moon was behind me and I had an almost direct view of his nudity. Waingu stood before me completely unashamed of his nudity in my presence. He too was only in knee deep water. "The water is nice Angela?" "It is very nice, thankyou Waingu. Are you going to come in further?" The bright moonlight lit his body up almost like day. "So now it is my turn to admire. You are the first black man I have ever seen naked Waingu, and I am not disappointed." I looked him up and down from his deep chest to his flat stomach and narrow hips. Such a fit looking man. He didn't appear to have an ounce of fat or any body hair for that matter. Then I looked closer at his groin, mmm...there was just a hint of tight curly pubic hair above his very impressive looking penis. So the rumours and stories where true I confirmed. He moved closer to me and his long penis swayed from side to side. It was then that I noticed something unusual about his cock; it appeared to have a series of raised lumps running down the top of it. I gasped and quickly looked away, pushing off from the sandy bottom and swimming out even further. The sight of his deformed penis still sharp in my mind, I wondered what had happened to the poor man. Waingu swam out towards me but kept a distance of some ten or fifteen feet away. "I am sorry if I gave you a fright Angela." "No, I am sorry. I shouldn't have been staring; it was very rude of me. Waingu." But I was now intrigued, "May I ask what happened?" Waingu laughed, "It is all right Angela, it is just a legacy of my former pearl diving days." "Is it some sort of embolism? It looks so painful," I ventured inquisitively. "No, it is neither, although it certainly was painful when I had it done." "You had it done? On purpose?" I asked bewilderedly. He laughed again, "Why of course. You see this?" Waingu held up something that hung from his neck, it appeared to be a large black pearl on a leather thong. It was absolutely beautiful. "Yes, it is very nice. Is it real? It looks sooo big!" "I can assure you it is real. Very real, and not even cultured artificially. I found this while diving on the reefs many years ago in the Torres Strait not far from my birthplace." "And what has it got to do with your...." I trailed off, almost too embarrassed to say it. "Do you really want to know?" I nodded my head, my eyes bright with the intrigue. "Okay then. You see I have six of these, not as large of course, and they are of a deep white lustre. I had them implanted beneath my skin a long time ago Angela." "But why, I don't understand?" "Ah! For pleasure my dear Angela, for pleasure." I still didn't get it. How could pearls embedded beneath the skin of his penis give him any pleasure? Waingu must have sensed my quandary. "Not for my pleasure. Well not mine alone. Pearl divers sometimes have it done to give their women pleasure!" Waingu explained patiently. I had to think about it, I must really be a dumb blond because it still took awhile. "Are you still unsure? Do you wish to know more detail?" I nodded my head and looked at Waingu slightly bewildered. "Well Angela, if the angle is right, my six pearls make beautiful music with the sensitive nub of the woman I am with. Believe me, some women love it immensely. This I can assure you!" My mind boggled and my pussy tingled delightedly. Oh my God! How erotic is that! I told myself as the penny finally dropped. "Your wife must be a very lucky woman Waingu, very lucky indeed!" "Why thankyou Angela for saying so, and I am very lucky to be here with you now sharing my little secret." We talked some more about his culture, past and present for awhile then. And I tried to listen closely, but I was distracted somewhat, my mind kept drifting back to his six pearls. Wow! Suddenly there was a splash nearby, probably just a bat fish I told myself but it gave me a fright and I squealed. I asked Waingu about sharks in the area and he assured me he was alright as the sharks here were only attracted to white skin! I guessed he was only joking but he sensed my nervousness and suggested that maybe I should move a bit closer to him where he could keep an eye out for any danger! We were almost fifty yards off shore and I was just a little out of my depth, only just, so I swam over to Waingu and knowing that he could touch the bottom. I asked him if I might rest a hand on his shoulder for awhile so I did not have to tread water continuously. Of course he said he didn't mind and he even placed an arm around my waist to support me further. Such a nice man! I relaxed again and we continued discussing his culture. I told him I was saddened that their past culture was just that 'past' and any remnants seemed to be slowly dying with the old people. I said to him that I wished that Ross and I could go back 100 years and sail up to this beautiful island and see his people as they once were. Waingu quickly told me that if my husband and I had sailed here when his grandfather's father was a young warrior then my husband Ross would more than likely have been be-headed and maybe even eaten! "And what of me, what would have been my fate?" I had to ask, as I gripped his shoulder firmly. "Well my dear Angela, probably one of two things; either you would have been taken by a minor chief to be one of his wives, or..." Waingu hesitated and I felt his hand gently caress my back. "Oh...come on... 'Or' what Waingu?" I asked eagerly. "Well, if no minor chief was willing to take you as a bride...then...and believe me when I tell you this as I know it did happen. Well, unfortunately you would have been passed around the young unmarried warriors so they could prepare for marriage while using you for experience and their satisfaction. Then if they got tired of you..." again Waingu hesitated. "Oh my God...tired of me...what then, what could be worse?" I asked astonished at the thought of being a sex slave to a wild bunch of natives. "Hmm...well, either you would then be sent to work in the gardens with the other women, and that would have been no picnic either as those women worked long and hard days...or, if you were lucky, maybe you would have been traded with another island." Waingu looked me directly in the eyes when he said this to me. My vivid imagination was running wild. Here I was with this man who was the direct descendent of head-hunters! My God, I was practically naked in his arms and he was naked! I felt tingly all over. "What...what would you have done Waingu if you were a minor chief back then? Would you have wanted me as a wife?" I asked a little shakily. "Angela, this you can be certain...I would have definitely taken you as my wife," Waingu said with conviction. I felt him pull me in closer when he said that to me and he very gently kissed my neck. This intimacy suddenly made me feel a bit anxious again. What if he tried to go further with me out here alone? I felt my nipples harden beneath my small semi-transparent bikini top, and I was sure Waingu noticed too. "You would have never caught me Waingu. I would have ran and hid until I was rescued by a passing ship!" I said almost breathlessly, as butterflies fluttered in my belly. "I would have caught you Angela, don't you worry, and then I would have..." Waingu kissed my neck again and ran his hand down my back to my bare buttocks, squeezing them playfully. "It would have been rape, Waingu. Rape! But only if you had caught me!" His touch was nice though and I felt myself melting in his arms. "Angela, the choice would have been yours." "You mean if I had said 'no' you would have left me alone?" I asked incredulously. Waingu laughed, "Oh no Angela. I would have taken you regardless, that was our way. Whether you consented or not...that would have been your choice!" "I still don't think you would have caught me. I can run pretty fast you know." "Mmm...I tell you what Angela; tomorrow if you like we shall play a little game, just a friendly game of 'cat and mouse.' Do you see that headland over there by the end of the beach?" I nodded. He had me intrigued now indeed. His hand was still resting on my butt, and he spoke again. "It takes roughly half an hour to get there by foot from where our fire is upon the beach. If you like, we shall pretend that your rescuers await for you there. I shall even give you a fifteen minute head start. If you make it to safety...you win!" "I win? I win what?" I asked somewhat cautiously. "Angela my dear, as an incentive to you, if you do get there first then I shall give to you this black pearl that I am wearing around my neck. Mmm? We shall see just how quick you really are. What do you think are you still game to try?" Waingu asked me. His other hand was now absently fondling the front of my thigh ever so lightly. His touch was warm against my smooth skin. "And if I were to loose? If you do catch me, what is your incentive Waingu? What is in it for you?" Waingu looked me in the eye closely and said softly, "If I am lucky enough to catch you my dear Angela, I will reward myself by giving you not one... but six pearls!" Waingu chuckled and pulled me even closer to his body. I could now feel his penis growing hard against my leg and I stared at him for several seconds as the true meaning of his words sunk in my still wine fuzzy brain. "Hey what are you two doing out there? Come back in before a shark eats you both!" It was Mulla; he was staggering around near the shoreline waving his arms about trying to get our attention. "We better go back in Waingu." "And our game? Are you confident in winning?" Waingu asked. This time his hand snaked between my legs and he gripped my vulva firmly, I quickly placed my hand over his to stop him going further and he hesitated. "Are you game to try and win my dear Angela?" This time he rubbed his fingers along my labia and slowly manipulated my bikini to one side as he did so. "Come on you two, come back in. I want to go home now Waingu!" Mulla cried out mournfully. I looked Waingu in the eye again and jumped slightly when I felt his finger touch my bare flesh then quickly part my hairless lips, stroking me several times as he did so. I couldn't move, it all seemed to be a dream, my alcohol befuddled brain tried to figure out how this had all happened so fast! Waingu was bolder now and he moved his hand in closer still. Instead of clenching my legs shut tightly I actually allowed them to float apart wider. I let him inch a finger part way into my juicy slit for a moment. And through my glazed eyes I could see the confidence in his! I suddenly snapped out of it when I heard some splashing and looked over to see Mulla staggering into the water towards us. Waingu lent close to my ear and whispered softly, "You are small Angela ...quite small, I think that maybe if you were to loose the game I may only be able to give you four of my six pearls of pleasure. I ask you again my dear, are you game?" "I'm game Waingu, but don't be too confident will you," I told him hoarsely then I quickly disentangled myself from his clutches and began to swim for shore before the young black man Mulla got to much nearer. * * * It was only later, much later, well after Waingu and Mulla had left for home in their old Toyota that I finally managed to wake my sleeping husband and return to the Interlude in our tender. I had completely sobered up by then and I was able to think clearly about the night's events as I lay in our aft cabin next to Ross. I was tempted of course to tell my husband the whole story, but thought better of it. It was not necessarily the right decision I supposed but I didn't want to spoil an otherwise pleasant holiday. Besides, I just couldn't help thinking about Waingu's little game that he had proposed. I thought it would be nice to show him up and win that extraordinary pearl of his. I also wondered if he really meant his implied threat of 'giving' me his six pearls if I did loose the challenge. Surely he wasn't serious? Then I remembered his hand on my pussy and the way he stroked me, oh my God, I should have slapped him, the bastard! But it had felt good ... oooh sooo good! I looked at Ross, he was sleeping again. He had spoken to me very little since he awoke by the fire and we returned to the boat. I did tell him that I had swum with Waingu though when we got into bed because he had noticed that my bikini was damp when he had tried half-heartedly to make-love to me. Ross didn't seem too concerned at all by my late-night swim with Waingu. Although he may have been, had I told him of the more explicit details! I slept restlessly that night, I just couldn't erase from my mind Waingu's little game! * * * The next day my husband wanted to leave surprisingly early to go fishing with his friends in their small aluminium fishing boat. He had received a call from Waingu inviting him out for the day to go to some great offshore reef several miles away. It wasn't long before I heard an outboard motor and I went topside to see the two men come alongside the Interlude to pickup Ross. I was dressed in only a singlet and a pair of low-waisted satin shorts that I had worn to bed the night before. The legs of my shorts were quite wide and loose fitting and I found them very comfortable to sleep in. Ross asked me to pass down his tackle box and short boat rod to Mulla. I looked down at Mulla only to see he was looking up at me waiting to receive my husbands fishing gear. I turned around to collect the rod first and when I passed it down to Mulla I caught him looking up the leg of my shorts! I had momentarily forgot that I was naked underneath and merely turned around again to pick up the tackle box and Ross's lunch bag to pass them down also. Mulla made no attempt to avert his gaze up my shorts and his eyes were nearly popping out of his head! It was that look on his face that rang the alarm bells and I quickly realised what he was so interested in! (Hey, it was early and I hadn't had much sleep alright!) I still had Ross's drink cooler to pass down. I am not too sure why, but I made not the slightest attempt at improving my modesty in front of the ogling young man who stood beneath me. Mulla's blatant perving had surprised me. The night before after my swim with Waingu, when I walked back up the beach past Mulla in only my tiny black bikini he had actually looked somewhat embarrassed by my near nudity in his presence and had very quickly averted his gaze! Now he looked not at all embarrassed and even crooked his neck to get a better view! I noticed that Ross had his back to me while he packed away his stuff. The drink cooler was somewhat heavy and I had to steady myself by moving my feet apart for better support. Of course this only aided Mulla's ability to look up at my smooth pussy that was not more than a foot away from his face. His dark eyes opened even wider and his jaw dropped, I just knew he was now looking directly at my hairless slit. I felt my nipples harden instantly with excitement at my exhibitionism. Oh I can be such a tease! I looked over at Waingu as he steadied the boats tiller. He caught my eye and smiled back at me knowingly. It was then that I guessed Waingu had possibly told his young brother some of the details of our late night swim together. "Angela, I have a present for you," Waingu said, as he passed me up a white plastic shopping bag. "It is a book, a short story of one incident that happened here many, many years ago. I hope you find time to read it and you also find it interesting." Waingu then cast off and gassed the boat and the young man still looking up at me nearly fell overboard! * * * After completing my boat chores I packed myself a small lunch and took our inflatable tender ashore. I was dressed only in my favourite bikinis of course, but I had also wrapped a colourfully tie-dyed sarong over the top just in case some locals came down to the beach through the day. Up on the grassy sand dune near some tall coconut palms was a rough looking shelter made out of palm fronds and bush timber. It afforded good shade without blocking out the breezes and the beautiful view of the bay. It would do nicely as I'd decided I'd sunbaked enough for a few days. I set my blanket down under it and sat down to read the very old book that Waingu had given me. It was titled "The Isles of Despair", a fairly ominous title if I had ever read one! It turned out to be a true story about a young woman named Barbara Thomson who was shipwrecked on this very isle back in the 1840's. The crew aboard her small cutter including her husband were all massacred by the natives and a young chief named Boroto took Barbara for his wife. I quickly read the book with a curious interest. So stuff like that really did happen, I thought to myself astonished. Barbara was re-named "Giom" and lived amongst the natives for some five years before she was finally rescued by the HMS Rattlesnake. She apparently was dressed only in a short woven grass-skirt and spoke the natives' language fluently by then. Her rescuers hardly recognised her as being white as her formerly fair English complexion had turned a deep brown from the years of exposure to the relentless tropical sun. The book had me so intrigued that I read through it easily. It was after three in the afternoon before I was able to put it down and finally eat my lunch! The story was amazing. Giom, her name was Giom; I pondered her fate dreamily and looked up towards the headland that Waingu had pointed out the night before. I wondered if he was really serious about his 'game'. After reading the book it all seemed so romantic. I decided that if the opportunity presented itself, I would accept his challenge. But first I would walk up to the headland by myself in daylight and be better prepared for the challenge! * * * I had walked along the white sandy beach and realised that it was possible to make it there in around half an hour as Waingu said. It was a nice view from up there and I could clearly see the Interlude at anchor and the broad curvature of the beach around to the next point. It was only on my return journey that I realised that when the tide turned later on this evening it would be impossible to pass a basalt outcrop that jutted out just near the accent to the headland. I would be forced to either swim around it or back-track to where the escarpment dropped away and then continue through the bush back around again. Sailing to Pleasure Island Waingu was planning on ambushing me I was sure and if I had not noticed the obvious trap, oh my God! My pussy tingled at the sudden thought of his implied threat if he caught me. Six pearls! I wondered if he really meant it. Surely not! * * * The three weary fishermen arrived back just on dark. They didn't do all that well fishing apparently. Ross said that he had caught the most fish and that both Waingu and young Mulla seemed to be off their game a little. I wondered what had distracted them so. They cooked up two nice coral trout in foil right on the coals of our fire. The fish was absolutely delicious and we washed it all down with four bottles of chilled Chardonnay from the Interludes small fridge. I was on my third glass when Mulla rolled up a joint and convinced my somewhat reluctant husband to light it! Ross really surprised me again when he took a few deep tokes, he is not at all fond of dope and I guessed it was just to be sociable. Waingu only had one drag of the joint before it was again passed to my husband. I then knew what was happening, the two men were trying to get Ross stoned again like the night before. No doubt hoping he would crash-out next to the fire again. Well it worked! My husband was soon asleep. The days fishing, probably a bit dehydrated too, and the wine had all taken its toll. I could see Waingu looking at me as I relaxed next to my husband. He smiled at me intently. "Mulla I want you to drive back home and check on things. Tell your sister we are back safely from fishing and will be home later. Okay?" The young man sighed as he reluctantly did as he was asked. A few minutes later I heard the old Toyota start up and drive away noisily. Waingu caught my eye again. "So my dear Angela, did you enjoy the book?" I told him that I had, immensely, and thanked him for it. "Giom was caught, just as I am going to catch you tonight. That is if you are still game enough for my challenge?" I slowly stood up and brushed my sarong down then turned and proceeded to walk away. "Do you have a watch? Fifteen minutes head start right?" I then began to walk briskly down the beach before Waingu could reply. I wondered how much that beautiful black pearl of his was really worth and I was determined to win it! "I will use your husbands watch!" he called out over the rhythmic sound of the waves rolling up the beach. "There is a large flat rock on the point, reach it first and you win Angela." I knew this rock, I had seen it when I was up there earlier that afternoon but of course I wasn't going to let on to Waingu that I had already been up there and spoil my advantage! I was feeling the effects of the wine and now that I paced off down the soft sand with only the moonlight to guide me I faltered occasionally and wondered if I had made the right decision. I hardly knew this man and I was now unsure how serious he was going to be if I did loose. I hoped my husband had not been disturbed when Waingu had called out to me before and stopped briefly to look behind. I could only make out Waingu sitting near the fire, my husband still lay sleeping as far as I could tell. I avoided the trap near the rocks and detoured up the small escarpment where I was pleased to find a narrow path heading through the patchy coastal scrub towards the headland. I wished that I had worn my sandals because the pathway way stony and I had to watch carefully where I stepped. But I was fairly sure I was making good time and if Waingu was still on the beach waiting for me to backtrack from the rocks I was sure I would beat him in the end. Yes, that large black pearl was going to be mine as I was taking that part of the challenge serious! My girlfriends back at the office were going to be sooo jealous when the see my trophy, I thought. It was another beautiful evening; a warm onshore sea breeze wafted through my long hair gently and caught my sarong where it was lapped over and parted the thin material to my waist. I finally emerged from the undergrowth and out into the clearing. Not too far to go now, victory was almost mine! Funnily enough, I almost felt disappointed that it was going to be so easy after all the build up and implied innuendo. Give me six pearls indeed! Sure! Maybe it was just a joke and his black pearl was not even real. Maybe my husband Ross would be there to surprise the crap out of me! Although, I doubted the later part. I could see the rock ahead. Oh wow! There was no one there! But the moment I thought I had made it I sensed someone come up behind me. Before I had time to run a hand roughly covered my mouth and an arm encircled my waist. The suddenness gave me a hell of a fright and if it wasn't for the hand clamped firmly over my mouth I would have certainly screamed! My mind was racing. Oh no, he's caught me! I felt myself being lifted off the ground and carried forward towards the rock ahead, the goal that I came so close to achieving. It was then that I noticed someone step out of the shadows of the lone tree near the rock. I took a sharp breath! It was Waingu! I was confused; who was it then that had me in their vice-like grip? Waingu stood next to the large flat rock that was some fifteen feet in diameter and roughly three foot high. My captor brought me closer. I could see something spread out upon the rock; it looked like a large thick blanket or even a sleeping bag. Waingu's body glistened in the moonlight and I realised he was wet. So he had swam around the barrier of rocks to beat me here, I told myself. Of course, he would not chance me taking the alternative route. And he is a man of the sea! But how did the blanket get here? My captor let me stand on my feet again when we were only a few feet from Waingu. His hand was still over my mouth but he eased his grip upon my waist and slid his hand up and over my breast, squeezing my flesh roughly. He then manoeuvred his hand between the folds of my sarong and pulled my bikini top to one side, releasing one of my breasts and rolling my long nipple between his fingers. If it was not my husband it had to be young Mulla who was assaulting me! "So my dear Angela, not quite quick enough, hey? But so very close I must say. I was worried when you did not backtrack from the barrier of rocks below. I was going to wait there a bit longer but I was blessed, I saw that your tracks had led off the beach toward the escarpment detour. So very cunning!" My captor stopped fondling my nipples and snaked his hand down from my breasts towards my belly. The wrap of the sarong was such that it split completely down one side and once his hand had found the opening I was at the mercy of his exploring touch. I felt him reach my bikini bottoms and I tried to stop him from going any further. It was no use, he was much too strong and he almost effortlessly slipped his probing fingers inside the narrow waistband of my g-string to rub along my small slit as I tried to clamp my thighs together. My captor then whispered in my ear that my pussy felt as good as it looked, and he roughly tried to force a finger into my unwilling passage. It was definitely the young black man who had so openly looked up my shorts that morning. "That is enough now my brother. I will take her now," Waingu said evenly, stepping forward to take me by my slim wrist. Mulla removed his hand from my mouth first while he continued to rub my pussy for a moment longer then reluctantly he relinquished me to Waingu's powerful grip. It was only then that I comprehended Waingu's nudity. His hard muscled body gleamed in the bright moonlight. He wore nothing but a beaded amulet around his thick bicep and that pearl, my pearl, the one I so nearly had! "Sit down next to me my dear," Waingu said as he sat down on the blanket drawing me towards him by my wrist. My heart was still beating rapidly at my sudden capture. Was he really going to take his prize? I wondered. I did not have to wonder for too long. No sooner was I sitting next to him than he made his intentions clear! "Would you like to remove your clothing Angela? You may find it more... pleasant," he suggested somewhat graciously. But he didn't wait for an answer; he simply reached for my sarong where it was tied between my breasts and undid the loose knot letting the thin material separate in front of me. I was too shocked to move and offered no resistance at all. Waingu folded the upper part of my sarong down to my hips and I noticed that my small bikini top was still askew from Mulla's groping hands moments ago. I felt Waingu's fingers loosen the thin straps to my top and it fell into my lap. My mind was going haywire; he was actually going to do this! "I see your breasts are very brown, you sunbake topless? Or maybe you like to sunbake in the nude, as Mother Nature intended?" Waingu cupped my breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth to suckle on my engorged nipples, his teeth gently nibbled and bit me and drew out along the length of my buds. "They are beautiful, your nipples, they stand out so proud and hard. Are they very sensitive?" he commented before continuing to lick and suck them ravenously. My nipples are very sensitive and although my breasts are only small my dark brown nipples stand out like thimbles when totally aroused or when cool air touches them. I knew they were like that now and I looked down at them. Yes, they now stood out as far as the first joint of my ring-finger and just as round, they were fully erect. My husband has often said he could use them as coat hooks and that they would look fantastic if they were pierced! Mulla still stood before me as his brother suckled noisily. "I...I don't want him to watch Waingu...please..." I asked breathlessly as I capitulated a little to easily. Waingu stopped working on my breasts and gently laid me back on the soft blanket. "It is alright Angela; do not worry about my young brother. It is only because he had never seen a pretty white woman like you naked before. Let him learn, he is young." I closed my eyes when I felt my sarong being laid open. I felt fingers grip the narrow straps of my bikini and tug them down gently. I lifted my buttocks slightly as they were eased down past my thighs. Waingu was licking my large erect nipples again and continued to fondle my small firm breasts. Without even opening my eyes I realised that it had to be Mulla who had removed my g-string. Oh my God, this was not supposed to happen but I now felt completely helpless to stop them! "Waingu...please...not both of you...I ...I just couldn't," I pleaded somewhat pointlessly. It was all happening sooo fast! Mulla took one of my ankles in each of his strong hands and raised my feet upon the blanket, moving my knees apart as he did so. "He is family Angela; I must share with him my spoils. That is our way." "Please...no...not both of ...you...mmm...not..." I opened my eyes suddenly and was cut off in the middle of my anguished plea when I felt a tongue rasp over my labia toward my super sensitive clitoris! It was like an electric shock, only a very, very pleasurable one. I raised my head just enough to see the young man's dreadlocked head between my thighs, his tongue darted in and around my pussy rapidly. The feeling was absolutely exquisite; my lust was rapidly overpowering any remaining rational thoughts that I may have had! Waingu moved my hand down to his penis. I nearly gasped when I felt it. My small hand could not encircle it, not even close! I ran my fingers up and down along his hard length and felt his pearls for the first time. They were spaced out evenly along the top of his shaft. I remembered Waingu telling me the night before that maybe he would only be able to give me four of his six pearls and I felt a wave of anxiety as I realised he might not have been joking! His hard cock was both thick and long, very long. Mulla worked a finger into me while he continued to give me some of the best cunnilingus I have ever had! I knew my orgasm was fast approaching and I pushed Mulla's head down harder and pumped my hips forward with the beautiful sensations I was experiencing. "Ah yeah...ah yeah...that's it... that's it ....mmm..." my climax swept over me with a rapid intensity while Mulla continued to drive his fingers into my hungry cunt. I jerked Waingu's thick cock erratically as my orgasm peaked, then gradually subsided. The release was absolutely beautiful and the first orgasm I had achieved in many days! My pussy was still contracting when I realised that young Mulla had removed his fingers and had moved away from between my quivering legs. I looked up through my glazed eyes at the same time Waingu had rolled on top of me. I didn't even have time to recover from my orgasm! It was going to happen, I knew it then, he was going to take his prize! I opened my legs wider to accommodate him and he moved up my body. I felt him nudge against my pussy and rub himself along my wet opening. "Are you ready my dear Angela? I will be gentle, do not worry," Waingu whispered softly in my ear, a moment later he applied more pressure and I felt him entering me. My eyes opened wide and I looked at Waingu's black face as he withdrew, and then pushed forward again. Mulla's ministrations had no doubt helped I knew, even so there was still a mild discomfort when his large cock-head slipped past my tight opening and went in deeper. "It is as I thought Angela, you are very small but your lubrication is flowing and that will help me." I couldn't believe it! I could actually feel the pearls as one by one they popped into my pussy. Four, I counted four! He then withdrew almost completely and entered me again. Five! That time I was sure there were five, yes definitely five! Waingu began to slowly fuck me with his beautiful big black cock. Never before could I remember being so completely filled! His strokes were long and gentle as he had promised, it wasn't long before I had become more used to his size and I then started to fuck him back passionately! He raised himself on his hands and looked down upon me. His muscular chest and shoulders bulged with his effort. I was able to raise my head enough to see the blackness of his length disappearing time and again into the pale white folds of my hairless pussy. He looked so big between my slim thighs and I just could not believe he was really fucking me with that huge cock of his! Waingu sensed my acceptance and he increased his pace gradually. I was enraptured and could feel another orgasm building. My whole body was moving back and forth with his effort and I was soon becoming lost to the pleasure of his fucking.I rolled my head from side to side and in the bright moonlight I could clearly make out the Interlude at anchor, her mast light twinkling dimly. Through my dazed eyes I could even make out the small campfire where my husband lay asleep while I was up here being fucked by this handsome black man. Strangely I felt no guilt or remorse, which would probably come later, at the present I only felt pleasure, wonderful pleasure. Then he stopped! Without ceremony he removed his cock from my hungry, squelching hole with a noticeable plop. "What are you doing?" I cried. I was sooo close to coming again. "Why are you stopping? Fuck me Waingu; I want you to fuck me! Oooh...don't stop!" I begged and begged like a cheap whore. He stood up and I then noticed that young Mulla was now fully naked. His cock, although not as large as Waingu's, was still impressive. What is it with these black men I wondered! "It is alright Angela, he is clean and has never been with a woman before," Waingu informed me as he stood to one side, his big cock swinging proudly in the night air. I was now beyond caring and waited as Mulla moved toward me. His eyes were filled with lust and urgency. His skin was much darker than Waingu's and his slim black body appeared to be hairless also. But Mulla did not replace his brother between my welcoming thighs, no! He rolled me over onto my stomach and raised my hips so I was kneeling on the edge of the flat rock. The thick blanket protected the skin on my knees. I laid my face onto the clean smelling blanket and arched my back so as to push my quim outwards wantonly. Mulla moved fast. He quickly rubbed his cock along my juicy, swollen vagina and lent forward. I gasped loudly as his length penetrated my wet cunt without hesitation. He pushed in deeper and gripped my hips firmly pulling me back onto his long cock so that it went in even further! He withdrew almost all the way then plunged in roughly again and again. Mulla grunted with his every stroke and his pace increased rapidly. I could feel my lost orgasm from Waingu's sudden departure quickly returning with every brutal thrust of the young black mans hard cock. "Shoot your seed in her my brother!" I heard Waingu say encouragingly. "Fill her pleasure tunnel with your virginal semen and she will reward you!" I barely comprehended the implications of this as I was completely lost in my own lust, and my orgasm swept over me powerfully. I moaned out in absolute delight at the hard fucking Mulla was giving me! "Waingu, it is wonderful...I can feel her milking my shaft with her tight passage!" Mulla cried out excitedly. His pace increased in tempo still and a thought suddenly materialised from my orgasm induced delirium. "No Mulla... you can't come inside of me...aah...ahhh ...please ...nooo ..." but it was too late! I felt the virile young man tense up his loins and jamb himself in as far as he could. He was coming! Inside of me! I tried to pull away but his grip on my buttocks was far too strong! He cried out, calling me names, dirty names and thanking me while he emptied his hot load of jism against my cervix. "Oh...thankyou Angela...thankyou for letting me fuck you. You have a beautifully tight budyu," Mulla said breathlessly as he finally withdrew his spent cock from my sopping, abused pussy. I collapsed onto the blanket; my sarong was bunched up next to me. I barely had time to recover when I felt myself being rolled onto my back. It was Waingu and now he had the glazed look of lust upon his face. "Please Waingu...not just yet...please..." I pleaded in vain with him, as he positioned himself between my legs again. "Oooh...I don't want to do this... Waingu ...aagh ...aagh ..." I cried out when he stuck his thick cock back inside of me impatiently. Waingu was up on his arms and I watched almost mesmerised as his black pearl necklace swung to and fro while he fucked me. "Now you are ready...mmph...mmph...my Angela ... mmph... for the sixth pearl of pleasure" Waingu groaned, as he tried to enter me completely before I could respond! Oh my God! I could feel his cock spear my cervix! But he was right, I was now ready, Mulla had prepared the way for his brothers bigger, thicker cock to fill me up totally! Waingu changed his angle of penetration and then I felt it. First one, then two, three...his pleasure pearls one by one rubbed against my erect clitoris! The feeling was absolutely incredible! "Ooooh...yesss...aagh...yesss...oooh Waingu..." I cooed with his every thrust, I was in heaven! Within moments of Waingu pleasuring me this way I felt another orgasm approaching. Only this time it was far more intense than before. He kept up the long, deep strokes, each time his six pearls would ripple over my blood engorged clit. "I'm coming ...I'm coming..." I kept saying over and over. My hands held my legs high and wide apart and I felt my toes start to curl as the first wave of my orgasm engulfed me. Waingu kept fucking me; sweat was dripping from his brow onto my heaving breasts. Waingu rode me through the first multiple orgasm I had experienced in my life and still he gave me more! Sailing to Pleasure Island "I am going to plant my seed now Angela," Waingu grunted and his pace increased twofold! "Nooo....not you too...Waingu...nooo...please....nooo..." but he wasn't listening; he didn't care at that moment! There was no stopping him and I felt his cock swell even larger and Waingu screamed out into the still night air. The force of his ejaculation surprised me! I had never felt anything like it before! I raised my head weakly and could see he was buried in me to the hilt! His cock continued to twitch and throb inside of me for several more seconds. Then Waingu collapsed next to me sideways, pulling me over with him so that his length was still partially embedded in my stretched vagina. I slowly got my breath back and almost whimpered to him, "That was amazing. Your wife is a very lucky woman." I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasms, gradually regaining some strength in my aching loins. I could just make out the campfire down the beach and I noticed some sparks rise into the air in a plume like a log had just been dropped on it. My husband, oh my God, Ross! I thought to myself while Waingu's cock still nestled in my pussy. Now the fingers of guilt and remorse began to prod at my emotions. "I have to go...please...I have to go!" Waingu's cock slipped out of me as I gingerly moved away to gather my things. I could feel the combined sperm of the two men begin to ooze out of my formerly tight little hole and run down my inner thighs. I felt sooo dirty now, what had I just done! "Please Waingu, Mulla...no one can ever know about this...what we have just done. I beg you both, it must remain our secret," I appealed to them. Mulla had been reclining on the rock next to where I had just been fucked stroking himself to another erection. He stood up and came around behind me as I lent down to gather my bikini bottoms off the ground beside the rock. As I straightened up Mulla reached around and cupped my breasts in his cool hands allowing my still hard nipples to protrude between his fingers. He lowered his face to my neck and starting nibbling on my ear. I could feel his hard young cock pressing into the crack of my ass and he was grinding it into me. "No more Mulla...please, not now...I must go!" I said while clutching my sarong and bikinis to my body. Again he did not listen and one of his hands found its way down to my sopping pussy where he easily inserted a couple of fingers and began to finger-fuck me! "I think my young brother likes his first white pussy Angela, and he wants you again," Waingu observed dryly. Mulla tried to force me back over to the rock and I resisted as much as I could, but his lustful energy was just too strong for me and he soon had me lying back down on the rumpled blanket. I felt so weak still and the virile young black man easily positioned himself over me and prised my legs apart again. "Nooo....not sooo soon.... Mulla please.... I must go back..." But it was no use, I just did not have the strength to stop him from continuing. In just a matter of moments he was close to entering my poor abused little pussy as I vainly tried to twist away from him. His prodding weapon found my entrance and Mulla flexed his buttocks forward driving himself between my swollen, wet inner-labia in one urgent thrust. Any further resistance from me was now futile and I just closed my eyes and hoped he would be quick! Mulla fucked me like a steam train, hard and fast! He had reached behind my legs and pulled them up high and pumped into me even harder. I felt the hard unforgiving rock through the thick blanket against my back with his every brutal stroke time and time again. I only hoped that Waingu would let me go after his brother had finished with me! I would not be able to walk if he too wanted to fuck me again! Mulla pulled me to the edge of the rock and raised my legs even higher by gripping my ankles. He then forced me to bend my knees back against my breasts and with his feet on the ground to give him purchase he continued his assault. My long blond hair was splayed out wildly and I felt some strands pull out when it got caught in the folds of the blanket. He power fucked me for several more minutes before I finally sensed his impending climax fast approaching. Quite unbelievably I still managed to enjoy it and had even managed a couple of minor orgasms, but nothing like with Waingu earlier. Mulla stared at me with his mouth open and grunted like an animal from his effort, his body had a slick sheen of sweat all over it, suddenly he pulled his great slippery cock out of my battered pussy and with just a few quick strokes of his fist he blew and shot a long thick spurt of semen up and over in an arc where great globs of it landed across my stomach and breasts! He collapsed down next to the rock quite breathless and said nothing. I was puffing too and my chest heaved as I drew deep breaths in a bid to recover. Waingu was on his side quite near and had watched the whole thing. He was grinning from ear to ear and shaking his head slowly as I lay prone, my legs askew and Mulla's come dribbling down my side. The smell of sex was thick in the now still evening air. I looked over at Waingu and again appealed to him to keep my adultery a secret. "Ross must never know, Waingu, he thinks the world of me and I would hate him to find out what I have done with his two friends tonight." Waingu chuckled deeply, "I will share a little secret with you Angela and I hope it helps you feel somewhat better about our beautiful time here tonight. But you must also keep this a secret and not tell Ross under any circumstances, okay?" I nodded my head weakly and looked back at him puzzled at what he might be about to tell me. "Angela...in the past when your good husband has visited me on our island, I have got to know him very well. So well, that there has been some times when he has even stayed at my home. My wife likes your husband very much too you see." Waingu sighed, "Not so long ago... I shared my normally loyal young wife with your husband, much like tonight with you. It is not something I would do with just anyone please understand this, it was just one of those beautifully magic moments that chance upon us rarely. It gave me great pleasure to share what I have with my good friend. And I must admit my wife did not mind at all either!" Waingu added with a chuckle. I looked on dumbfounded. Was Waingu telling me the truth or was he just trying to make me feel better? One part of me wanted to believe him and another felt betrayed. I supposed that if it was true then things were fair. With the exception of the young man who lay at my feet exhausted from just fucking me. I was not sure where he fitted in to the 'fairness' of it at all! "Thankyou for telling me Waingu, it does help my guilt somewhat and I promise I will also keep it a secret." Again I got up off the blanket, even more tired and sore now and stepped over Mulla. I just had to get back to Ross before he awoke and came looking for me! I wrapped my sarong around myself and gathered up my tiny bikini hastily as Waingu watched in silence. "If Ross does ask...we just went out for a walk...nothing else ...you showed me the beautiful view from up here ...that's all!" Mulla had the old Toyota parked not far from here they told me. That was how Mulla was able to get here with the blanket before and wait for me. When they told me this I realised that it had been planned from the start. Waingu did offer to walk me back to the beach but I told him I would be fine and thanked him. I had to get back to Ross before he missed me and came looking for me! * * * I approached the fire cautiously. I could see my husband sitting up staring at the flames dreamily. My legs still felt like jelly from both the thorough fucking I had received earlier and from my own nervousness. "Hey! There you are Honey!" Ross exclaimed excitedly. "Where have you been? I was worried, thought the sharks might have eaten you," he laughed. I felt almost too scared to talk in case he may detect guilt in my shaky voice. But I did smile inwardly when I thought back to the young 'shark' that did eat me! "Yes here I am. Just had a walk with your friends to the headland up there," I pointed over my shoulder in the direction that I had just come from. "It was a really nice view too. I could see our fire from there and the Interlude of course. The men said they would see us off in the morning before we left." "When I awoke I thought I heard a distant roar. Did you hear it too?" "That was just your friend Waingu calling out to his ancient Gods Ross." I offered shocked that my husband had been awake when Waingu was fucking me and had even heard when the black man had shot his seed deep into his wife's womb. "You look wet babe!" Ross observed as he moved closer and stroked my arm. "Just had a quick dip to freshen up," I said. It was also to wash off the strong smell of sex from my weary body. I had stripped off and cleansed myself as best I could with the clear salty water some fifteen minutes earlier. The combined cum of the two men had soaked through my bikini and had run down my legs as I had walked back down to the beach. I'd used my fingers to wash as much of the gooey stuff out of my tender swollen pussy as I could. I now only hoped my husband did not want to make love to me when we returned to our yacht because he was sure to notice how badly swollen and stretched I was still. And I knew there would still be some of the men's blow in me ready to trickle out at the slightest prod of my husbands cock! I would shower thoroughly when back on board the Interlude. "Are you alright?" Ross asked me. "Yes, I'm fine. It's been a long day and I'm tired now, that's all Ross. Let's go back to the Interlude please." I was really tired that was true, but my body also ached from the relentless pounding Mulla had given me against the hard rock the second time we had intercourse. "Sure honey," Ross said, as he kicked sand over the dwindling fire to smoother it. "I'm sorry I crashed out early on you all again. It's that bloody dope you know! I don't think I'll touch it again. I hope you weren't too bored with my friends company, I know they can be a bit hard to get to know if you don't have anything in common." "Hmm...that's alright Ross. We found some things to talk about and I didn't find them boring at all. Far from it in fact," I said, smiling wickedly as I helped gather up our things. We both walked down towards the tender and in a few minutes we would be back onboard our yacht. * * * I was lucky! Ross was unusually horny when we returned to the Interlude but I managed to satisfy him quickly with a good head-job. He came in record time too, and soon fell asleep with a smile upon his face. I had another restless nights sleep though. I was almost over the initial guilt of letting his two friends screw me. Now that I was back in familiar surroundings it almost felt like a dream, except for my sore, really sore vagina! My main concern was getting pregnant. Oh why did they have to fill me with their seed? I wondered. You see, my husband has had a vasectomy and I have not had to worry about birth-control for years. If only I had brought some condoms. My God, what was I thinking, I had no plan whatsoever to commit adultery on this island! I hoped that we arrived back in civilisation soon so I could obtain the 'morning after' pill and it was not too late! * * * I was awoken in the morning by the sound of our tenders outboard revving. I stuck my head through the aft-cabin hatch to see my husband heading for shore. I wondered what he was up to and without dressing I went forward and stepped up into the cockpit. It was then that I felt a twinge of discomfort between my legs...oooh my poor little pussy was still sore! There was an offshore breeze and the bow of the Interlude faced the shoreline. I moved to the pulpit just in time to see Ross glide the dingy up onto the beach. There standing on the shore was Waingu and Mulla. True to their word they had both come to say goodbye to Ross. The cool morning air hardened my exposed nipples as I stood there dressed in only a g-string. I looked on intently and my heart thumped madly against my chest from my anxiety at what the two black men might possibly say to my husband! After a few minutes I could just make out Waingu as he handed something to Ross then pat him on the shoulder affectionately. My husband shook their hands and turned to walk the few steps back to the dingy. Ross gunned the small outboard and headed back to the Interlude. I looked back at the two men who still stood near the shore and saw them both wave at me; even blowing kisses (Ross couldn't see this as his back was to them). I moved up next to the forestay and waved back to them, proudly displaying my bare breasts! Ross idled past the bow and looked up at me showing off. "Nice tits, babe. You think you should be showing them off to the natives?" he quipped. "I don't think they can see that well Ross," I responded, as he continued around to the leeward side of the stern and out of sight of shore. I looked back to the men on the shore and noticed Mulla holding his crotch and making suggestive signs to me. I looked aft and could not see Ross yet as I guessed he was rigging up the davits to bring the tender up. I then checked to make sure the two men were still watching. Then, daringly, I turned around and bent over poking my bare ass out as provocatively as I could and pulled my ass cheeks apart, at the same time I wiggled and rolled my hips around simulating being fucked! I heard the men holler and whistle at my blatant exhibitionism and then I slowly straightened up and without looking back to the beach I moved aft to help my husband load the tender. I hoped I had given both of those horny black men erections that they just couldn't do anything about. Well not with me anyway! We soon had the tender fastened and ours things stowed away. In no time we had the jib-sheets ready and raised the anchor and got underway. As we came about and raised the mainsail I noticed that Waingu and young Mulla had finally gone and wondered if they were thinking of me after my naughty little display on the bow earlier. It had been totally out of character for me to do such a thing...but so was what I had done with them the night before! After slipping on a large tee-shirt, I took the helm and Ross went down below to plot the first leg of our course home. The morning breeze carried us along at a steady five knots through the surprisingly clear tropical sea. When my husband finally came up topside he was carrying a glass of fruit juice in one hand and he offered it to me then took over the helm. "Well you made a damn good impression Angie, I must say!" "Oh?" I said rather nervously, "and why do you say that?" Not too sure I wanted to hear the answer. "They told me they showed you Giom's rock up on Fertility Point. That's pretty special you know. I haven't even been up there yet. Sacred Ceremony stuff supposably." I gulped and nearly dropped my orange juice at his remark. "Oh ...I see," my concern rising up from the pit of my stomach again. "They say that's where Boroto first took Barbara Thomson as his wife and then named her Giom. That's why it's called 'Giom's Rock'." I must have looked confused. "It's in the old book that Waingu gave you to read, remember? You told me you read it." I did remember. Oh yes, I did remember! "Young warriors took their new wives up there when they wanted children. That's why the headland is called 'Fertility Point', well, translated from their language it is!" Ross clarified nonchalantly. "Do you think we can get home a little faster Ross?" I asked sheepishly. I desperately wanted that 'morning after' pill now! "Suppose we can try. With the moon we have been having maybe I can sail through the night when we get past the islands. Here," Ross said as he handed me a small piece of rolled up cloth. I opened it slowly and looked down at its contents. "Oh wow, a pearl!" I exclaimed. It wasn't Waingu's big black pearl of course, just a small one about the size of a pea, but it was perfectly round and of an exquisite luminous white colour and quite flawless. "He said you really liked the one around his neck." "Yes I did," I said, thinking about the trouble it had caused me. "I'm thinking of flying back over to their island in a couple of months. Would you like to come too? Waingu said he would like to introduce you to his father and a young nephew of his who is coming of age." I stared down at the pearl sitting on the cloth and carefully folded the soft material back over again. It was the seventh pearl Waingu had given me, I smiled to myself. "Yes, that sounds good. I would like that. They are a nice bunch aren't they?" "Waingu said that he knows his father-in-lay would just love to show you around the island some more. And if you were to get bored, he said he was sure he could introduce you to some of his other family members as well and that maybe they could show you some of their special customs too." My mind just boggled at his suggestion 'too', and I couldn't help the sudden flash of excitement that tingled through my pussy. I decided I should probably secrete a score or more of condoms in my luggage if I did come back to the island with Ross again, just to be sure! "Mmm...sounds good. Maybe I could also meet Waingu's wife? Have you met her Ross?" I probed. Ross was quiet for a moment before he answered, "Yes...I have met her." "So what's she like then?" "She's different from the rest, well looks different, quite excotic. I guess it is the Macassar influence in her blood, she's tall and quite slim and not all that dark." Ross answered almost wistfully. "Is she old?" "Bout the same age...nah...probably four or five years older than Mulla I guess. She was educated on the Mainland and runs the islands Council, so she is pretty switched on." "I see...and..." But I didn't get to finish my next question before Ross interrupted suddenly. "Did Waingu tell you that Giom was his great-grandmother's mother?" "No... no he didn't," I said surprised, raising my eyebrows. "That could explain his lighter colouring," I surmised. After he finished talking I thought back to Ross's nervous reaction to my query about Waingu's wife, maybe Waingu's little secret he shared with me was true! * * * Our cruise back home was a safe and uneventful one thankfully. Except that my husband seemed to be unusually horny and he just could not keep his hands off me, taking me whenever he could. Till I finally begged him to leave me alone 'cause I was getting sore! He liked it when I said that, of course I didn't tell him the real reason I was sore as it had little to do with his manhood or stamina. Each night after my husband had finished with me I lay awake thinking sinful thoughts of my next visit to the pretty little Pleasure Island. I only hoped now that the powers of 'Giom's Rock' were a nothing but a myth!