2 comments/ 29400 views/ 10 favorites An Island Alone By: RomanCEisdead2 It was supposed to be the ultimate holiday cruise; Manny had decided to retire at 57, sold his thriving jewellery business and then told his wife that they were going on the holiday of a lifetime. Maggie was most definitely not pleased. She thought that he would have learned a long time ago that he didn't make the decisions on his own. In fact, although he probably didn't realise it, he didn't make any decisions at all. When she had wanted a sports car instead of the sensible family hatchback, she cleverly manoeuvred him in to thinking that it was his idea. ***** "I don't know Manny," she had said. "That car seems to be getting old now. And it seems so big! I mean, I don't have to do the shopping anymore because we get it delivered and there's only ever the two of us in it. And if we need to shift anything bigger, then your Mercedes Estate does the job. It just seems such a waste having such a big car now." "Well, I suppose it's about time we changed the car. But you want something smaller?" "Yes, but not too small. After all, we have to think about the neighbours!" Ah yes, the neighbours. Manny was always keen to impress them and show just how well he was doing. Of course, the Bentley Continental was his status symbol, but the Merc was his day to day vehicle. The extensions to the house and the covered swimming pool were the other obvious signs of his wealth. "Small but not too small and something to make the Jones's sit up and take notice. How about a sports car?" he asked. "Well, if you think so, but can't they be a bit unreliable?" "Mercedes, that's the answer. German technology will never let you down." "What? Like an SLK you mean?" "Um, yes, probably." He didn't really know much about cars. "I've heard that the SLK 55 Roadster is a nice car." "I bet that won't be cheap." Maggie already knew that the car's list price was upwards of £50000 and was a lovely machine, both inside and out. And it was exciting to drive - unknown to Manny she had been to the local dealer a week before and persuaded them to let her have a test drive. "Yes, but think about the Jones's", she said with an arched eyebrow. Two weeks later, Many blanched when the salesman told him the OTR price, but Maggie quickly put her arms around him, gave him a hug and kiss and told him he was the most wonderful husband in the world and that she was so lucky to have him and that she would have to find a way to make it up to him. "And look," she said. "It's got my initials on it; A-M-G! Manny couldn't ignore the possibility that her comment and they way that she had pressed her groin against his might mean that she would be willing to allow him to have sex that night. Not something that was the norm by any means. In fact, he couldn't quite recall the last time. Maybe it was on his birthday? Maggie did indeed relent that evening. She insisted that they both shower first (separately) and then quickly slipped some KY jelly into her vagina before putting on her nightdress. Manny was already in the bed and she could see he was ready by the way he was tenting the bedclothes - and that was with his pyjamas on! She climbed into the bed and pulled her nightdress up above her knees. Manny's dick was poking out through the gap in his pyjama bottoms. It looked angrily large to her and the head nodded as the blood surged into it. But then, she hadn't ever experienced another man, so she had nothing to compare it with (in fact it was smaller than average). "Would you... would you rub it for me Maggie?" he asked. She let out a sigh, "Oh, alright then." She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and then began a slow up and down movement. It was something she learned when she and Manny were engaged. A way of keeping him interested, but not letting him go too far. She would let him fumble her breasts through her clothing, but that was all. Any movement towards the skirt region was likely to get him a knee in a very sensitive area. It didn't take very long; Manny groaned and then pushed her hand away and then pulled her nightie up to her waist, exposing Maggie's close-trimmed pubic bush. She opened her legs ready for him and felt the soft material of his pyjamas rubbing up the inside of her thighs. She could feel the heat from his legs against her own and then the head of his penis nudged against her vagina. He pushed once, twice, then at the third thrust Maggie lifted her hips slightly and he entered her. It took four more thrusts before he was fully embedded, but then he withdrew almost fully before plunging in once more. The noises he made told Maggie that he was nearly there (thank goodness!) and then she felt the warm wetness spurting inside. Manny pulled out, leaving a dribble of come as he withdrew. He tucked his dick back inside his pyjamas, muttered "Thank you" and the rolled onto his side. Within minutes he was asleep. Maggie grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on her bedside cabinet and mopped up the mess between her legs, glad that that chore was done. ***** Manny was quite excited as he explained the holiday to Maggie. "First of all, we fly out to Singapore, have a few days stopover and then continue on to Sydney. We spend a few days there before boarding the boat. Then we set off on a four week cruise taking in the Pacific islands. Of course, we didn't want to go on one of those big cruise ships, so we're booked on a smaller, more exclusive ship." "But, where did this idea come from? You've never mentioned doing something like this before." "Benny came up with the idea. I told him that I wanted to do something special to celebrate retiring and he came up with the entire itinerary." "Benny? Benny the Box?" (So called because as everybody knew that he kept a large stash of cash in a strong box bolted to his basement floor). "Yes. Well he has that little travel agents in the High Street, so it seemed a good idea to talk to him." "I bet its costing a fortune!" "Not as much as your car cost me," he mumbled. Maggie figured she would have to resign herself to going on this trip. She really couldn't find any reason that she could use to dissuade him. Still, it might be a bit of an adventure. Her only concern was that on the few luxury holidays that they'd been on previously Manny had been very demanding in the bedroom, wanting sex every night - well for the first week, anyway. After that he ran out of steam. ***** Of course, one of the great advantages of Manny's suggested adventure was that Maggie was able to point out that she would need an appropriate wardrobe for the trip. So, she had an almost carte blanche shopping spree, allowing her to buy anything she fancied - including new suitcases to carry it all in. For a woman of her age (52) Maggie was in pretty good shape. She watched her diet and she made regular use of the gym membership that Manny took out for them both (not that he used it for anything other than the bar). Her tawny brown hair had developed grey streaks, so she regularly treated it to retain the colour of her younger years. Unlike a lot of women of her age, she avoided wearing trousers. Her preference was for dresses and skirts, wearing expensive tights beneath to accentuate her well-toned legs. And, of course, she tended to wear high heels. The clothing she bought for the holiday tended to be lightweight materials in preparation for the hot weather that they expected; dresses and two piece suits, suitable for day and evening wear and one, single pair of knee length shorts. Sandals and open toed shoes were her preferred footwear. Her underwear was mostly white, always matching and, because she liked the feel of it, always lacy. She refused to wear a padded bra because, as she put it, "I don't really need any padding." At a 38C cup, this was self evident. She was, physically, an attractive woman and dressed in a manner to match, but if you asked men who knew her they would put you straight very quickly, "Oh, she's a good looking woman alright, but she's an award winning ball buster." The first piece of shopping that Maggie completed was swimwear. The boat they were going on had a small pool on board and whilst it was really too small to do anything but splash about in, there would also be the opportunity to swim off of the boat, including some scuba diving (although heaven only knew what that would do to her hair). Her inclination was to buy a swimsuit, but for some time she had been toying with the idea of a bikini. Not that she was worried about displaying her body, but she worried that it might give Manny the wrong idea. In the end she couldn't decide and went for both. The bikini was tie-sided and pretty brief, not something she would wear openly, but possibly beneath a thin dress in the sun. She wore the bikini to the tanning salon in the weeks leading up to the trip to ensure that she didn't look too pale. The swimsuit had a mesh panel at the front which plunged down to a point well below her navel, displaying her cleavage to the best effect. Her only concern was that the legs were high cut; it was only when she tried it on at home without underwear that she realised that some wisps of pubic hair were on show. So, her next visit to the tanning salon also gave her the opportunity to enquire about bikini waxing. The young assistant, who had taken an instant dislike to Maggie when she had first come into the shop, did her best to appear helpful. "Oh, yes, we do bikini waxing. In fact," she paused to look down at the computer screen. "We have a cancelled appointment immediately after your sun bed session. Would you like me to book that?" "Well, it would have been better before the sun bed, but I suppose it will have to do." "OK, well I've booked you in for that. Did you want the Brazilian or the Hollywood?" Maggie wasn't prepared to admit to her ignorance in front of a young woman. She had her legs waxed regularly and didn't realise there were different types for down there. But she preferred the sound of the Hollywood, so she asked for that. She was shocked and embarrassed later when she realised that she had to remove her underpants completely and lay naked from the waist down while a woman in surgical gloves began removing the hair completely. In preparation, the woman used and electric razor to trim the hairs, then she smeared the hot wax on in a streak, pressed a cloth strip down and then rapidly ripped it off. It was a little painful, but no worse than when she had her legs done. The heat in her face rose dramatically as she was asked to get onto all fours so that the woman could remove the hair from her bottom. She considered protesting, but again her pride prevented her from admitting that she hadn't been expecting it. She felt sore as she made her way home, but four hours later the sensation had gone and when she went to the bathroom at bedtime she stood and admired the look and feel of the salon expert's handiwork. Not that it was something she'd ever had the urge or need to do before, but she rubbed her fingers down to check the smoothness of her vagina lips. The delightful tingling sensation took her by surprise. She propped her foot up on the toilet seat cover and repeated the movement. She found the lips open and wet and there was definitely a sensitive spot there. She thought she had better stop at that point and went back into the bedroom. She'd left her nightie lying on the bed, intending to put it on when she returned, but she had been in there longer than she expected and in the meantime Manny had come into the room. When he saw her walking out of the en suite bathroom stark naked, Manny's jaw dropped open. He had very rarely seen her naked and only ever with the lights out. He might be sixty, but his cock sprang to life immediately. He had been in the process of donning his pyjama bottoms, but the sight made his hand let go and the cotton material slithered down his legs to pool at his ankles. "Manny!" Maggie shouted. "What are you doing here?" She automatically brought her hands up to cover her nudity. "I was coming to bed and, boy I'm glad I did!" "That's disgusting," she said nodding at Manny's dick which seemed to be aimed in her direction. Manny stepped out of his pyjamas and walked towards her. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "You shaved!" "What? No, er... I've been waxed." She inadvertently moved her hand to look and Manny moved closer and slipped his hand between her legs. "Manny, no! Stop it at once!" Manny had that look in his eyes. "Let me see how it feels," he said and began to rub. Maggie opened her mouth to protest, but Manny's fingers were taking her breath away. She tried to step away from him, but found herself up against the closed bathroom door. Manny pressed her against it, trying to kiss her and, as she tried to stop him he pushed his legs between hers. She could feel the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. Surely he wasn't going to try and do it like this? Oh, but he was. Almost in one push he managed to get deep into Maggie and began thrusting urgently. His hands grabbed at her breasts, rubbing her nipples and pulling at them. She had never known Manny to act like this, he was normally very timid with her, but this time he was demanding, powerful, dominating - and it excited her! Inevitably, Manny didn't last very long, but when he came he seemed to be ejaculating for far longer than normal. As he withdrew, for the first time in her life, Maggie wished that he could have gone on for longer. Manny kissed her and stepped away, looking slightly frightened as to how she would react. Maggie looked down and could see his semen dribbling down the inside of her thighs. "You'd better get me a couple of tissues before it drips on the carpet." Manny did as he was told, went to the bedside cabinet and grabbed a handful of tissues. He held them out to her, but she shook her head. "No, you made the mess, so you can clean it up." He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly, but when she opened her legs wider he understood that she meant it and he stepped forward and began gently mopping her pussy. "Make sure you've got it all," she said, ensuring that he carried on for a little longer. Finally, convinced that he had cleaned her properly, Manny walked across to the dressing table and dropped the soggy paper into the bin. Maggie was still trying to get her breathing under control and walked unsteadily to the bed, where she picked up her nightie and put it on over her head. She felt less vulnerable with her body covered, but she couldn't stop thinking about how her hands, his hands, his dick and the tissues had felt. Although he didn't know it, just then, if Manny had ordered her to take off her nightdress and lay on the bed with her legs apart, she would have done it instantly. ***** The first part of the journey was pretty uneventful; taxi to the airport, then check-in, a reasonably short wait in the VIP lounge and then first class boarding. Within minutes of sitting down, the aircraft was taxiing away from the Terminal. Just over thirteen hours later, they touched down in Singapore, where a chauffeur met them and transported their luggage. As he was loading the cases into the boot, one of them toppled over. "Be careful with that you idiot!" Maggie snapped. "It'll cost you a fortune to replace!" The driver kept his mouth shut tight, hoping that he wasn't on duty when they made the journey back to the airport. By the time they entered their suite and the porter had left, Maggie was feeling pretty exhausted; although it was the middle of the afternoon here, they'd travelled overnight and she didn't really get more than a few catnaps on the flight. She'd just retrieved her toiletry bag and placed it in the bathroom, then laid out her nightgown on the bed, when Manny came up from behind and put his arms around her. His hands went straight to her breasts and he kneaded them roughly, while he pushed his bulging groin into her bottom. "Manny! Not now, for goodness sake! I'm exhausted and I need to have a lie down." "That's OK," he said throatily. "You need to undress to have a lie down. I'll help you and then we can lie down together." He stepped back and unfastened her cotton dress and pushed it off of her shoulders, before replacing his hands on her lace covered tits. He found the nipples and pinched and stroked them. "Manny, what's gotten into you? Leave me alone you animal." She elbowed him to emphasise the message, but he just held her tight and then tried to push his hand down inside her panties. Her knees buckled and she tried to twist away, but fell on her back, with Manny kneeling astride her. She struck out with all her strength and slapped his face. The blow stunned Manny. He backed off immediately, clutching at the redness on the side of his face. "Don't you dare come near me again," she hissed. Manny looked crestfallen. "Maggie, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please, you have to forgive me. It must have been jetlag or something." "Just get out. Leave me alone to rest." She pointed at the door. Manny grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. After he had left, Maggie put on her nightie and climbed into bed. She was angry with Manny and struggled to sleep, even though she was shattered. Her thoughts kept returning to that evening last week when something happened to her and she wanted sex, more sex than Manny could provide. It frightened her and that was why she over-reacted to his advances. Manny came quietly back into the room an hour later. He undressed and climbed into bed next to her - but made sure to keep his distance. It was 8pm before they both awoke feeling hungry. They'd actually skipped a meal, but if they now had dinner, their bodies could re-adjust to the time difference. Very few words were spoken as they dressed and made their way down to the restaurant. As usual, Maggie was rude to the waiter and sent back her steak because it wasn't done to her liking. She moaned continuously about the food, the decor and the staff. Frankly, Manny was glad to get out of there and avoid any further embarrassment. The next few days passed very slowly. Maggie was still very abrupt with Manny and made it clear that she blamed him for forcing her to go on this holiday. The onward flight couldn't come soon enough - for either of them. ***** Sydney was everything that Manny had expected. Maggie seemed to have calmed down a lot since leaving Singapore and even began to talk in a friendly manner. He still didn't dare approach the subject of sex, but he hoped that she might be more amenable once they were aboard the boat. The Motor Yacht; it was smaller than Maggie had imagined (only 60m long). Not that it wasn't both luxurious and spacious aboard; it just wasn't exactly a cruise liner. There were six couples and a crew and staff of twice that number. Meals could be served in their cabin, or they could sit on the lounge deck and mix with others. There were two professional entertainers, but a number of the staff also doubled up, displaying talents such as singing, piano playing and one of them was even a magician. When they arrived at the MV Calisto, they were immediately greeted by the female Chief Steward who introduced herself as Sandra. She told them that their luggage would be taken to their room for them and welcomed them into the lounge deck, where they were served Bucks Fizz and introduced to their personal steward called Kalti. Maggie treated him with her usual distain, not showing any sign that she had even acknowledged his existence. However, when he wasn't looking she made a closer study of him. Clearly, he was of Aboriginal descent, not particularly tall, but powerfully built. She wasn't sure that she would call him handsome exactly, but there was something about him that nagged at her. An Island Alone When they were ready, Kal escorted the couple to their cabin, which made them gasp; it was as luxurious as Benny had promised. The windows were tinted but allowed a clear view across the ocean. It had three rooms; the bedroom, the bathroom and the lounge/diner. The cases had been neatly piled in the bedroom. The steward asked if they would like him to unpack for them. Manny was about to say "Yes" but Maggie answered for them. "No thank you, we can manage for ourselves," she replied curtly. After Kal had left them alone, Manny asked why she had turned down his offer. "Do you really think I want him to see and handle my personal things, like my underwear? How could I wear anything knowing that he had seen and handled them? He could be looking at me every day wondering what I had on underneath my dress!" She turned away to hide the flush that was rising through her face but not, she realised, from embarrassment, but the idea of this dark young man viewing her as a sexual object. ***** The yacht cruised up the Eastern coast of Australia, up past Newcastle and on towards the Gold Coast, calling in at Brisbane. By now, all of the staff and crew were aware of Maggie's incessant complaining. They stopped going to the lounge deck for meals, because fewer and fewer people went there to eat. So they stayed in their cabin for meals, unaware that the other people were gradually moving back to the lounge. Kalti carried the tray with their evening meal starter along the corridor and met Frank, one of the other stewards coming the opposite way. "Off to serve the Ice Queen, Kal? Rather you than me!" He merely shrugged and continued on to the cabin, knocking briefly, before opening the door and entering. Maggie was busy nagging Manny and didn't hear the knock. It had been a hot day and she had just had a shower. She had changed into fresh underwear and walked back into the main part of the cabin when she saw that her husband had inadvertently sat on her dress that she had left laid out on the bed. When the door opened and Kal walked in Maggie yelped and turned her back to him. She looked back over her shoulder and exploded. "Well don't just stand there gawping, you pervert! Bloody well turn around so I can get dressed!" Kal spun around so rapidly he almost lost his grip on the tray. Maggie stepped into her button up dress and quickly fastened it. She turned back around while still securing the belt. "Don't you ever knock? I could have been stark naked - I almost was!" Kal controlled his temper and put on his most contrite face before replying. "I'm most terribly sorry ma'am. I did knock, but clearly it wasn't loud enough. I should have waited until you asked me to come in." "Yes you should," her temper cooled a little. "But rest assured I will be having words with the Captain." "Of course ma'am. I understand." Manny kept his head down. "Well, come on then! Get the food served before it gets cold." By the time they had finished the soup, Kalti had returned with the fish course. This time he knocked very loudly... and waited. An imperious "Come!" was the response. They drank a full bottle of wine with the meal and it helped to mellow Maggie. They agreed that it would be a good idea to have an early night, but as Maggie was preparing for bed she couldn't stop thinking about Kal seeing her in her underwear. Recalling her previous conversation with Manny, the steward had no need to imagine what she looked like beneath her dress. Peeling her panties down Maggie was shocked to see the heavy damp patch in the crotch. Moreover, when she removed her bra her nipples appeared larger and angrier than she had ever seen before and their sensitivity was acute - when she dropped her nightgown over her head the material stroked down across them, almost making her moan. She walked back into the cabin and moved over to the bed. Manny was already tucked in, reading a book. On the spur of the moment and before she could think twice about it, she pulled her nightgown back over her head "It's far too hot for this tonight," she said and, naked, she slid into bed. Manny's mouth had dropped open. Not only was Maggie naked in bed beside him, but she hadn't even pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts. She looked across at him. "Well what are you gawping at Manny?" She looked down at her nudity, her head buzzing with the wine - or was it something else? Again, before she allowed herself the chance to think she took another brazen step. "Don't you think you should take your pyjamas off?" "Well, I um... if you think... I mean," his voice trailed off and he threw off the sheets. Maggie was pleased to see that something was happening in his trousers. He fumbled with the buttons of his jacket and the longer he took, the stiffer his penis became. When he dropped them to the floor he was fully erect. "Oh Manny! Not again! Well come along and get it over and done with then." He got back into bed and tentatively moved his hand to her breasts. He was fascinated by her nipples and began to poke and stroke them. Maggie didn't stop him; in fact she was enjoying his touch. She wanted him to go on for longer, but he was clearly ready and put his hand on her knee to draw her legs apart. She parted them and, as he moved between, spread them further, further than she had ever done before. Manny thrust and went straight in. He pushed up on his arms and looked down at her. "You're... so wet tonight!" She tried an excuse, "Well maybe I've been sweating a lot." He didn't respond, but started stroking in and out. For once, because his arousal had been sudden, his orgasm took longer to achieve, yet still it was over all too quickly - even though Maggie had been enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed sex in her life. She was just beginning to experience some very peculiar sensations down there and afterwards wondered if it was the climax that she had sometimes read about in magazines and other women gushed about disgustingly. ***** The next morning the boat headed out into the Coral Sea alongside the Great Barrier Reef, the plan being to cruise around the various Pacific Islands. The weather was glorious - again - and the passengers marvelled at the shoals of flying fish that flittered past. The yacht stopped to enable those who wished to dive on the colourful reefs. Maggie donned her one piece swimsuit, intending to take advantage of the experience. Manny said that he would stay on the boat. Those that wanted to dive were taken a short distance away from the vessel in a powered inflatable. As the reef was so near the surface here, the idea was to use goggles and snorkel and to lazily kick the flippers and glide over the underwater scene. Later on during the trip, after some suitable training, passengers would be allowed to use breathing gear and actually go below the surface. Manny had taken an expensive pair of binoculars on the trip with him and used them to watch the group as they swam backwards and forwards across the submerged reef. He could see a couple of other women in the water, but his attention was on Maggie. He had already noted her beautifully hardened nipples poking through the thin material of her costume as her body anticipated slipping into the water. She had decided to let the water do its worst to her hair and had quickly ducked her head beneath the surface to wet it and then pushed it back, flattened, onto her head before donning the goggles again. It looked incredibly sexy. As he watched, Manny realised that he was becoming aroused and leaned closer in to the enclosed part of the railing on the side of the boat to hide the fact. It was when Maggie turned away from him that he got an even better view; the high leg cut of the costume and the thin material clinging to her skin meant that very little was left to the imagination. Her arse looked magnificent. He daydreamed about hovering above her as she swam, pulling the sides of her costume between her cheeks and then massaging the firm flesh. Manny dropped the glasses from his eyes and looked around quickly, glad that nobody else was nearby, aware that he daren't move from where he stood, yet desperate to grab his penis and begin rubbing. Eventually, Maggie and the other divers returned to the boat. Manny saw an opportunity when the deck was empty and everyone was looking the wrong way, to make the ten steps back to their cabin. He stood waiting until Maggie came back into the room. "Oh Manny!" she cried. "You should have come with me! The colours were fabulous! And the fish - there were millions of them. All the colours you can imagine." That was when she noticed Manny staring at her and realised that he was pushing his shorts down to reveal his rock solid erection. His voice seemed almost strangled when he spoke. "You'll need to wash off the salt water properly, so we'd better get you into the shower. Come on." He took her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. The shower was not as large as at home, but just big enough for both of them to stand in. Manny pushed her in, pulled off his t-shirt and stepped in beside Maggie, naked. Maggie was completely taken aback and didn't know how to respond, but Manny was taking control, so she just went along with what he wanted. The spray came on and she turned her face towards it and raised her hands to push the water back through her hair. Manny's hands went straight to her breasts and began kneading them. His thumbs found the nipples and rubbed across them urgently. He then moved his hands across the rest of her costume, ostensibly washing the salt out of the material. When he reached her crotch she parted her legs for him and didn't complain when he spent even longer there, bringing her arousal to a level almost equal to Manny's own. "You know Maggie; you looked incredibly sexy out there. Your body is fantastic," he told her. "Turn around so we can wash out the back now." Manny dropped to his knees, legs either side of Maggie's and began to rub the material covering her arse cheeks. His mind went back to his earlier fantasy and his fingers slipped beneath the material and pulled it into the cleft. Maggie gasped in surprise and as his hands pushed the flesh apart, feeling a new and exciting sensation between her legs. And then Manny kissed her on the bottom! Twice! By now, Maggie's knees were trembling and her hands were against the sides of the cubicle to help support and keep her upright. Manny took hold of her hips and pushed with one, while pulling with the other to rotate her to face him again. This time he kissed her pussy through the material and she began to imagine what it would be like without it. Manny struggled to stand up in the confined space, but soon found himself pressed against Maggie and kissing her passionately. He broke away to speak. "We need to get you out of the costume now and soap you down. We must make sure that we get rid of all that salt." With that, he slipped the straps from her shoulders and peeled it down her body. As he moved lower, his face came level with Maggie's breasts and he paused to kiss, lick and nibble each of her nipples. He squatted to pull the costume down her legs and held it as she stepped out. Manny was left facing Maggie's vagina. He had never seen it this close. Her legs were slightly parted and he could see that the lips were puffy and swollen - and parted. Maggie looked down at her husband and unconsciously reached out for his head and pulled him towards her. Manny inadvertently kissed her clitoris. Sparks seemed to fly and made her dizzy. Manny's hands were all over her backside, kneading, caressing. "Manny," she hissed. "I don't think I can take much more." He misunderstood, thinking that he was being chided, so he struggled back to his feet. Looking into her face, he saw that she looked to be in a trance. He reached for the shower gel dispenser on the wall and squirted some into the palm of his hand. Manny reached up and began massaging the soap into her scalp and washing her hair. Her eyes were already closed as he moved down over her face, kissing her on the lips once the soap had been washed away. Manny turned her around, took more soap from the dispenser and washed her shoulders and back, and then worked downwards, lathering Maggie's buttocks and the backs of her legs. Then he started on the insides of her legs. She opened them as far as the cubicle would allow and thrilled at the sensations as he moved closers and closer to the apex. She was aching for him to touch her pussy again, but instead his hand slithered up between her checks and caressed along the cleft, tickling her anus. Her low moan sounded almost like a whimper. He turned her around again and began with her breasts. By now Maggie was breathing heavily and making unusual sounds of pleasure. As far as Manny was concerned, all pretence of simply washing Maggie had long since passed. This was now a sexual act and he was being allowed to do things he never dreamed he would be permitted to do. With his left hand still on her breast he kissed her once more and slipped his right hand down to her pussy, intending to guide his penis into her. But for Maggie it was too late. His fingers slid across her clitoris before plunging into the velvety wetness and it sent her over the edge - into the first climax she had ever experienced. Had Manny not had his mouth on hers, the scream would undoubtedly been heard outside of the cabin. Maggie had to cling hard to Manny's neck to prevent her from collapsing. Manny wanted to enter her, but realised the impossibility as he was now supporting almost all of her weight. He reached behind and turned off the shower and then half carried, half dragged her back into the bedroom, only just making it to the bed before letting go. All he wanted to do now was fuck. His cock felt like it was going to burst. But first, he wanted to push Maggie just a little further, hoping that she would be compliant. "Maggie," he whispered in her ear. "I want you to get up on all fours. I want to do it like that." She was still coming down from her amazing experience, but her libido remained high. "You want to fuck me like an animal, is that it, Manny? You want me on my hands and knees do you?" It sounded like she was going to tell him where to go, but instead she rolled onto her front, pushed up onto her arms and then dragged her knees up beneath her hips. She spread her legs and then looked back over her shoulder at Manny. With a husky voice she said, "Go on then Manny, fuck me anyway you want, but do it slowly. If you come too quick I'll rip your balls off." Maggie's vagina seemed to gape at him and he didn't need a second invitation. The slavering pussy swallowed his dick in one go and he could feel the walls of her vagina gripping as he tried to withdraw. He went slowly, just as he'd been told, but he still felt that he was getting close, so he stopped, fully embedded and reached around to play with her breasts. She seemed to appreciate this and didn't complain that he had stopped stroking in and out. After a few minutes of play he felt able to continue again. Stopping and starting like this Manny was able to keep going for twenty five minutes - a record for him (probably by twenty minutes). Suddenly, Maggie started panting. "Harder Manny, harder, fuck me faster!" she begged. Slap, slap, slap went Manny's thighs on Maggie's arse cheeks, ever more rapidly. Maggie's head dropped to the bed, muffling her screams as her second ever and even more powerful orgasm began to overwhelm her. She felt Manny unloading his pent up semen, which seemed to go on forever - almost as long as her climax. ***** By the time that they awoke from their exhausted sleep, it was time for the evening meal. They both dressed in silence, still stunned by the earlier events. At dinner they made polite conversation, but no more. Back at their cabin there was an awkward silence. He reclined on the bed, while she perched on a chair nearby. "Are you OK," asked Manny, tentatively. Maggie smiled with unfocussed eyes, "Yes, I'm OK Manny," she replied. "It's just that you're... not yourself." She looked at Manny, a wry grin on one side of her face, "Well, neither were you earlier." "You're not upset with me?" "Perhaps I should be. But no, I'm not; just don't think that you can treat me like that whenever you want." "But didn't you enjoy it? Didn't it give you pleasure?" "That's not the point. I lost control, maybe it's because of the unfamiliar surroundings that it happened, but I don't like being taken advantage of." "But I just responded to you, what you're body seemed to want. Perhaps you should listen to your body more." A confused look crossed her face. "But what's that supposed to mean?" "Well, just take a look at yourself now. You've never looked so sexy. Your nipples are poking out from that thin dress and your legs are parted enough to show me your panties." Maggie brought her knees together quickly. Manny was right; her mind had wandered during their conversation and she was recalling her feelings from earlier. Her pussy had started to tingle again and she had unconsciously eased her legs apart. Her hands went to her breasts, but now she could feel how hard they were and the warmth from her hands was creating a pleasant burning sensation at the very tip, which was beginning to spread. "Will you try something for me Maggie?" "Huh? What?" "I want you to relax. I want you to accept what you're feeling. Let your hands drop, sit in as comfortable a position as your body wants you to." She had no idea where Manny was getting this from. He'd never, ever spoken to her about sex or sexuality before. The aching in her breasts was becoming uncomfortable, so she dropped her arms to her sides. Her breathing had become heavy and the movement of her lungs made the dress material slide across her tits. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. It seemed entirely natural that her knees moved away from each other. Manny's view improved dramatically; Maggie's legs parted much wider than before and he could see right up to the crotch of her white panties. There appeared to be a thin shadow in the very centre and, as he watched, the stain spread wider. His heart was hammering a furious beat and his cock was so hard it was hurting. The erotic thoughts and ideas that were running through Manny's brain were threatening to overwhelm him, but he was still worried that he could trigger Maggie's infamous explosive anger. He decided to test the water. "Pull your skirt up Maggie." Still with her eyes closed, she reached for the hem and drew it up her legs, parting them even further. Manny couldn't believe his eyes - or his luck. He got up from the bed and shed his clothes in seconds. Taking two paces forward he stood in front of Maggie, between her parted knees. "Maggie," he croaked. Her eyes fluttered open and then wide as she saw the angry head of Manny's engorged, circumcised penis nodding at her as the blood pulsed through it, no more than a foot away from her face. Manny shuffled forward, making contact with Maggie's thighs and pushing them wider. She reached out and took hold of his cock to stop it coming any closer. The skin on the head became taught and shiny, almost as if it was glazed. The eye at the centre seemed huge this close. Maggie looked up at Manny's face; it was red and she could see perspiration beading on his forehead. His mouth was open and his breath was coming in gasps. For a moment she thought he was having a medical episode, but the continuing erection proved that to be false. "What...what, do you want Manny?" Manny took a couple of deep breaths before he could speak. An Island Alone "I want you to... rub it and, maybe... kiss it?" "You want me to..." Maggie's voice failed. Without realising it, her hand had begun to stroke up and down the shaft. Manny leaned a little further towards her. The red lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them - an unconscious, yet ultimately erotic act. Maggie had wanked Manny many times in the past, particularly before they were married, but occasionally during the years after - usually at awkward times (such as during her period). But it had always been when she sat or lay beside him and with it pointing away. Now it was only three inches away; the width of her hand. Once again she closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly. Her lips touch the soft, smooth skin and she kissed it and then leaned back. But the head remained connected to her lips as she moved; it was insistent and remained pressed against her mouth. Instinctively, she knew what Manny wanted; he desired her to act like a whore, to allow his cock into her mouth. The distaste she felt was almost overwhelming. Almost, but not quite; one of Manny's knees was pressing against her cotton covered vagina, moving against the hardened nub that had become exposed by her pussy being spread and as she moaned with the pleasure of it her mouth opened and the head slid in. Maggie froze, her hand clamped around Manny's dick, stopping any further progress. But, rather surprisingly, the taste was not as unpleasant as she had supposed it would be. It was as if the headiness of arousal had inebriated her and that her mind was unable to function normally. Manny attempted to nudge forward, but her hand prevented further penetration. Under normal circumstances, even the suggestion of such an act would have filled her with revulsion. But as much as her mind told her to pull away, she couldn't. Acceptance of that fact led her to explore with her tongue. "Ohhhhh!" moaned Manny. Maggie had just swirled her tongue around the head and then along the fraenulum beneath the helmet. She repeated the action. "Ohhhh, ahhhh!" was his reaction. She had always been curious about the penis, but had never dared to look too closely at Manny's and she wouldn't have dared to find out by other means. She brought her other hand up and cradled his testicles. She was fascinated that they seemed to move continuously and squeezed gently. The shaft stiffened and Manny groaned. The reaction of his cock was almost explosive; the first jet of come simply went straight down Maggie's throat. Choking, she pushed Manny away, but held onto his member as the second spurt erupted from the end and sprayed across her forehead. She turned her head away and felt come land on her ear. More splashes fell onto her dress. Finally, Manny stepped back away from Maggie, panting. She turned back to face him and stood up, the anger so fierce that she couldn't speak. It wasn't that he had come in her mouth, or over her face, but that he had spoilt her silk dress. Her voice, when it returned, came out in a fearsome hiss. "Get this muck off me at once! Take off my dress and sponge it down before it stains!" She stood and glared at him. Manny, penis limp but still dribbling, realised she was waiting, so he reached out and unbuttoned the dress. Maggie shrugged it from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the garment and continued to glower at him. He rushed into the bathroom with it. "And when you've done that, take a towel and lay the dress on it over a chair. God help you if it doesn't work." Manny did precisely as he was told and then returned back to face her. "I don't think you've finished yet," she said, pointing to her face. He rushed back into the bathroom, grabbed a hand towel, dampened it and then returned to wipe her face. "Now you've got water on my bra. Take it off." Manny stepped around behind Maggie and fumbled with the hooks. Unfastened, he removed the garment. Maggie hadn't moved, so he returned to stand in front of her, unable to ignore the erect nipples. "They're a set, so you had better take my panties off to go in the wash with them." Maggie sat back down in the chair and moved her legs back to the position they had been in before. "Now get your head down here and kiss me. It's my turn now." Manny knelt down between her spread legs and placed his hands on her inner thighs. He then bent his head to kiss her pussy. He gently pecked it aware that his nostrils were registering the scent of her arousal. He kissed again, slightly harder. The third time he felt the moisture on his lips and licked them, then he licked Maggie's vagina lips. She tensed, but didn't say anything, so he continued with his exploration. She pulled his head in tight, not allowing him to move away, almost smothering him. Maggie's hips were writhing. It was an involuntary movement, as it was when her hands flew onto her breasts and roughly squeezed them and pulled at the nipples. When Manny experimentally slipped two fingers into her vagina, her back straightened, lifting her bottom off of the chair. A shuddering encompassed her whole body as her most powerful orgasm yet exploded. ***** The next morning broke with an overcast sky. Maggie had hardly slept; she lay awake thinking about the sudden and dramatic change in hers and Manny's sex life. Manny... something wasn't right. He was in bed beside her, but something wasn't right. She turned to look at him, his face untroubled, at peace. A cold fear gripped her. "Manny, Manny wake up!" she told him. But she instinctively knew that it wasn't going to happen. It was his heart. It simply stopped working. ***** "Mrs Goldstein, first of all I would like to express my condolences at this difficult time," said Captain Jackson. "I need to explain what happens now; we will head towards the nearest port with adequate facilities, where we should be able to arrange for you and... your husband to be flown home. He will be placed in a cool storage area for now. Of course, you can visit whenever you feel the need." Just then, one of the crew approached the Captain and whispered quietly to him. He nodded and thanked the man. "It seems that our radio equipment has suffered a malfunction, which means that we won't be able to radio ahead just yet. Um, the satellite equipment that we have should have helped, but it seems that too is out of action. But not to worry, we have our engineer working on it. We should be back in port within three days." Less than two hours later, the sky darkened; the wind picked up and the waves grew ever larger. The boat was hit by a tropical storm that continually pounded against the hull. The Captain ordered the helmsman to steer into the waves and maintain a steady pace. This alleviated the side to side motion, but fore to stern the rocking was dramatic. The bows rose, fell and then dived through the next wave, staggering with the force thrown against her. Maggie knew very little about this part of the trip; the ship's doctor had sedated her and she slept soundly, unaware of the drama unfolding around her. Meanwhile, the craft was being forced further and further off course. For thirty six hours, they were heading South East instead of West. The engineer had been unable to effect repairs on the communication equipment, partly due to the complexity of the problem and partly due to the more immediate demands on his skills. Then, the storm began to ease. The Captain started to think that things were looking up - until the engines failed. Almost all of the passengers and crew were sick. Even with a sea anchor pointing the bows into the wind it was rough. But finally, after many hours work and no sleep, the engineer brought the engines back to life. By now, they were two hundred miles away from their original planned route and a hundred miles from the course they had plotted to the nearest port. Nobody at this point knew where they were, but they could now head back to the West and, with the storm easing again they could increase speed and arrive more quickly. Nobody knew what the boat hit. It couldn't have been rock, as the ocean was thousands of feet deep here. Whatever it was, it gouged a hole in the hull that brought the life of this magnificent craft to an end. She sank rapidly. Some of the passengers managed to get off, along with a handful of crew. The last act of the Captain having ordered "Abandon Ship" was to instruct one of the crew - Kal - to make sure that Mrs Goldstein was helped from her cabin. Maggie was still out cold, even though water was already washing across the floor of her cabin. Kalti picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, making his way back out on deck. Nobody else was in sight. He reached into the cabinet by the door and pulled a large bag from inside. The simple action of throwing it over the railing into the sea stretched the secured line attached to the box and triggered the inflation of the lifeboat. The wind pushed it back against the boat and once inflated he hurdled the railing, straight into the life raft entrance. Maggie tumbled into a heap, partially roused by the violent landing she began to speak. "What..What's happening?" her voice slurred. But Kalti was too busy to answer. He unfastened the line securing them to the boat and as the wind and waves battered against the raft it slid down the side and away. He quickly fastened the entrances at both ends and then collapsed down next to Maggie. The next two hours were a kind of nightmare; tossed from one side to the other, nearly capsizing three times. To save them from hurting each other Kal wrapped his arms around Maggie and held her tight. Barely awake, she was however aware of his hard body rolling against, over and under her own. Their legs were intertwined, groins pressed against thighs. Even at a time of such peril, her body responded and with such pressure on her pussy and clitoris, although she didn't have an orgasm, she came very close. Meanwhile, Kalti was more concerned for their safety and survival, knowing that they could be overturned at any moment, the raft ripped apart by wreckage and that they could be thrown into the sea to perish. Eventually, the storm abated and, as the seas calmed, they both fell into an exhausted sleep. ***** "Get off of me you animal!" Kalti awoke to find he was being assaulted by Maggie, who was desperately trying to push him away. "Get your filthy hands away from me. What do you think you're doing?" He didn't reply, but rolled away and unfastened the door to look out. The conditions had completely changed; the sea was flat and calm, there was no wind and the sky was a deep blue with very few clouds in sight. "Where are we?" Maggie demanded. "I haven't got a clue." "Why not? Where's the boat?" "Well, I guess we have to wait to be found and picked up. The boat sank." Until now Maggie hadn't really understood the significance of why they were in a life raft. She moved to the door way to look out. There was nothing to see. She stood, somewhat unsteadily, raising her head and shoulders above the roof and looked in all directions. There was still nothing to see. "But... but somebody will be looking for us, right?" the panic was rising in her voice. "Well, yes... but they won't know exactly where we are." She just stared open mouthed, so he continued, "All the radio equipment failed. They were supposed to have backups, but something went wrong. Before we could let anybody know, we had changed course to head to port with you and... Your husband." "The storm then blew us way, way off course. As I understand it, we were at least 150 miles away from where we should have been." "Well, how long will it take them to find us?" "I honestly don't know, but it could be days." "Days? But how can we survive for days in this raft. We've got no food and water!" Kal reached across to a pouch at the side of the inflatable and pulled out a fairly hefty package. He turned it over and read aloud. "The contents of this survival pack include; signal flare, flashlight with alkaline batteries, first aid kit, raft repair kit, utility knife, survival manual, sea dye marker, signal mirror, food rations, water rations, space blanket/radar reflector, sponge and signal whistle." He summed up, "So, I think we should be OK for a little while." "Yes, but how do we... well, wash?" "I'm afraid we don't, but I'm sure you realise that won't hurt for a few days." "That's not exactly what I meant. What about when I want to relieve myself?" "We could look it up in the survival book, but I'm guessing that you just sit on the edge of the raft and go over the side." "I can't do that! Not in front of you!" After thirty minutes more Maggie realised that she couldn't out any longer. She told Kalti to go to the other end of the raft and look the other way. It was one of the most ridiculously difficult tasks she had ever attempted. The premise was simple; pull the skirt up, pull the panties down, squat over the side and pee. But in practice it was more difficult and she almost fell overboard as she let go of her bladder. Quickly dressing, she looked across at where Kalti stood in the other entrance. His head and shoulders were out of sight, but to her dismay she could see that he was standing with his legs apart to maintain balance and aiming a thick stream of urine out into the sea. She turned around as her face flushed, caused by the sudden thought that came into her mind, "I wonder what it looks like when he's doing that?" For two days they drifted, continuously looking for ships or aircraft, but none was visible. Kal tried to engage Maggie in conversation, but she cut him short each time, making it clear that she didn't want to talk. Finally, towards the end of another day of mirror reflective sea and clear blue skies, she snapped. "For goodness sake, shouldn't you be rowing or something?" Kalti finally lost his patience as well and he said, "Woman, we have two paddles that are just about good enough to rotate the life raft - if needed. But as for propelling it anywhere, forget it. Besides, we have no map and no way of knowing where we are, or where we should be headed. We just have to wait and hope." "Some sailor you are!" she shouted. "I never claimed to be a sailor. I'm cabin crew, working to pay for my education. I want to become a doctor and go back to the islands I come from to help the people." Maggie was momentarily take aback by his words, but soon recovered her stride. "Well I'm sure you'll make a better doctor than you do a sailor." They both went back into silent mode, the only conversations being about conserving the water and food. Finally, just as their supplies were beginning to run low and the wind had returned, they awoke one morning to find that the raft was no longer moving. When they looked out of the door they realised that they had washed up on sandy shore. When they emerged, mostly all they could see to either left or right were trees and bushes. Further down to their right rocks stretched out into the ocean creating a natural breakwater. To the left more rocks climbed from the beach upwards towards what looked to be a high point. Maggie said, "Now what?" "First we need to pull the raft up the beach and secure it. It's the only shelter we have at the moment. Then I suggest that I try to climb that hill over there and see if I can find out where we are." "And what am I supposed to do while you're gone? "I suggest that you stay here. Don't go into the trees, but you can walk along the beach and see if you can find anything useful. Wood for a fire, sharp shells, anything." Kalti set off and Maggie watched as he scrambled up onto the rocks and began to climb higher. Eventually she lost sight of him and decided to wander along the beach in the opposite direction. Two hours later Kal returned. Walking along the beach he could see Maggie sitting on the edge of the raft, eating a bar from their meagre supplies. Next to her was a two foot high pile of driftwood. "Well, that pile will do to start the fire, but we'll need a lot more to keep it going." "You mean I've got to get more?" she asked, incredulously. "Why? Didn't you find out where we were? Aren't we going to be found now?" "The bad news is; we've washed up on an island and there's nothing to see all the way to the horizon. No more islands, no boats. The good news is; from the top I could see that the island has fresh water. I could see a stream running down the rocks. I think there may also be food. Certainly coconuts, but other fruit as well. Then there's fish and shellfish from the sea. We can eat birds as well, so we shouldn't go hungry." "But.. You mean we aren't going to be rescued?" "Not yet. Our task now is to survive until somebody finds us." "How long will that take?" "I've no idea, but we should work on the assumption that it will be some time. Our first priorities are water, food and a more permanent shelter. We'll also need to create some kind of signal. Stones on the beach, a signal fire, that sort of thing." ***** After a few days, it became apparent that Maggie wasn't particularly interested in working hard - even if it meant life or death. She became more and more reliant on Kalti and when he had gone deep into the forest to find water, he had asked to her to get more wood and use the fishing line from the survival kit to try and catch something for a meal. But when he came back, she was curled up in the raft asleep. Kal had taken some of the empty water bottles with him and had filled them from the stream. He had somehow fashioned a bag using long thin leaves and carried the bottles in that. On top of the bottles were a number of unusual looking, rounded fruits. Angry at her laziness, Kal snapped and brought his hand down sharply on her rump. He would have dealt a second blow, but she screamed and quickly scrambled away. "Owwwwwww! You little bastard! What did you do that for?" "Because, while I've been working, you've been sleeping and haven't lifted a finger." "I'm a passenger and you're crew. I shouldn't have to work," she replied. Kalti was absolutely stunned. He paused for a moment and when he finally spoke, it was through clenched teeth. "You still haven't got it yet have you? We aren't getting out of here anytime soon and we have to learn to survive. You have to pull your weight, or we die." Maggie was convinced that he was exaggerating and told him so. "That's fair enough then! I'll leave you with the raft, the water and the remaining rations. I'll even leave you one of the fishing lines. Meanwhile, when you come to your senses you can find me down at the other end of the beach." Two days later, Maggie found herself walking down to Kal. He was stripped down to his underwear and had already achieved a remarkable amount. Using the husks of coconuts he had fashioned some rudimentary ropes, which he had used to create a small, raised shelter. Using the coconut shells themselves he was storing water and the fish he had caught were being smoked over a fire. Maggie couldn't help but notice that he had a fine, bronzed body and the tight underpants left little to the imagination. When he turned round to face her, she had to pull her eyes away from his crotch he seemed considerably larger than her late husband. "I need some water," she said simply. Kalti pointed with the hand in which he was holding a shell. He'd been using it to cut into the fibrous husk of one of the coconuts. "Follow that track through there," he said. "You'll be able to see my footprints and where I've walked through the grass it will be flattened. Keep following the path and you'll eventually come to a pool. I suggest that you take your water from the waterfall that fills it. You can use the pool to bathe in." An Island Alone He turned his back on her, indicating that he felt the conversation was at an end. Maggie traipsed back to the raft - which by now was beginning to deflate - and picked up the empty bottles, then followed the trail he had indicated. Inside the vegetation, she soon realised that she could no longer hear the sea. Now the sounds were of the birds and insects and the wind gently rustling the leaves and branches. Finally, she reached her destination and quickly filled the bottles. She then stood looking at the water. The pool was about four feet deep and crystal clear. She could see a few small fish in there, but that was all. It was more than tempting. She hadn't bathed properly for weeks, so she carefully walked into the water. It was cool, but not unpleasantly so and she continued a few more paces until the water came up to her breasts. She ducked under the water, revelling in the feel of fresh non-salt water. Standing back up, she unbuttoned her dress and threw it to one side. Her bra looked like it has seen better days and she took it off and likewise threw the garment over with the dress. The simple act of removing her panties, allowing the water to flow freely around her vagina, aroused her libido which had for some time remained dormant. Now she began thinking about Kal and what he might look like without his underwear. Her eyes closed and she imagined him pulling them down, his cock flopping out and beginning to expand and rise. She imagined her hand wrapped around the thick girth and starting to rub it gently. It felt hot and strong. Before long he grabbed hold of her and pulled her in close. Her grabbed her arse cheeks and lifted. Her legs spread and wrapped around him and she felt the shaft pushing up, up to fill her completely. She orgasmed loudly and sank beneath the surface, still clutching her breasts with one hand, fingers embedded with the other. ***** Maggie was hungry. She tried catching fish, but had failed. She found some shellfish but didn't know how to open them. As for the fruit, she was nervous of heading into the undergrowth alone. The matches that Kal had left her had long since run out and she no longer had a fire. After a day and a half without food she was desperate. She had no choice; she had to approach Kalti again and ask for his help, much as it pained her to do so. Kal was sitting resting on the veranda of his shelter and watched Maggie walk towards him. She no longer had make-up and the colour had nearly all washed out her hair which, whilst silver in appearance was luxuriant and bounced as she walked. The bottom two buttons on her dress had long since dropped off and her long, tanned legs were exposed with each step. A rip in the bodice was revealing the fine lace brassiere beneath - not quite enough to show a nipple through the material, but close enough to imagine. He felt his cock stirring - not for the first time - as he watched her hips sway and breasts gently bounce. Maggie stopped a short distance away, took a deep breath and then spoke, "You look like you're pretty good at this. I'm out of food and I need help. I...I apologise and promise to do my share of work if you will help me." Kalti had raised a leg to hide the now obvious erection, he wanted to play with Maggie both mentally and physically, so he said, "You don't sound too sorry. Suppose I feed you? What if you then refuse to do any work?" She wasn't sure how he had guessed what she had intended to do, but now she'd been caught out, she knew she was in trouble. Her defiance crumbled, "Please I beg you; I need help. I'll do whatever you want." The blood surged in Kal's penis. Suddenly, he found himself in a position he hadn't imagined. Pure lust commanded his next words. "You need to prove yourself. Prove that you will do anything I say." "Yes!" His voice was throaty, "In that case, take of your clothes and come over here." Maggie wasn't sure she had heard him correctly, but when he dropped his leg and turned to face her, she knew she had. His stiff dick was jutting upwards in his underpants, stretching the elastic at the top and threatening to poke out. Her mouth went suddenly very dry, while her pussy went in the other direction. Hunger was shoved aside. She knew what was likely to happen now and her decision was not because she was hungry for food, but for him. Maggie unbuttoned the remainder of the dress and let it fall to the sand. She then waited; to see if that was all he wanted. "And the rest now," confirmed it wasn't. She didn't take her bra and panties off slowly, or seductively. She just took them off. "Come over here and kneel down," he said, getting to his feet. Maggie took the fifteen steps over to stand in front of him and then sank to her knees. Her eyes had never left his all this time, but now she lowered them and looked straight at his underwear, just as he pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free and bounced stiffly - it was even more magnificent than she had imagined. "You wanted something to eat? Perhaps you'd like this as a starter?" At the back of her mind Maggie was thinking, "This is rape". Yet, in her aroused state it was all she wanted. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and began rubbing - a lot less gently than she had fantasised. She looked up at him and he put his hand on the back of her head. She dipped and put her mouth straight over the head. She began to bob up and down and with each move she took in more, but eventually her mouth was stretched as far as it could go. She almost choked a few times, but kept going, simultaneously rubbing his dick and fondling his testicles. Kal's hips began to rock with Maggie's movements. His cock and balls seemed to swell and then his semen surged into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, but then began to choke and pulled away. Still he came, further strings of come spurting from the end of his penis, striking Maggie in the face and dribbling down onto her breasts. When Kal had recovered, he looked down at Maggie and smiled at her splattered face. It made his cock twitch once more. "You'd better go and wash yourself down and then come back here so that I can fuck you." Maggie stood on wobbly legs and began walking towards the ocean. She walked into the gentle waves and splashed water over her face, hair and chest, then turned back to shore. Kal watch her walking back up the beach towards him. Her pussy hair had not yet begun to grow following the waxing session and her labia were clearly visible as she came near. He breasts swayed, the nipples erect from the cool water. Kal stood there waiting, his dick as hard as before. Maggie could almost feel her pussy lips sliding across each other as she walked, knowing that very soon now that monster was going to be pushing up into her. She wondered if it would hurt and how he would want to take her. "Put your arms around my neck and then wrap your legs around me," he told her. Maggie wondered if she would be flexible enough to achieve this, but needn't have worried. Having put her arms around him, she lifted her right leg and crooked it around behind his waist. Kal then took hold of her arse cheeks and lifted her off the ground. She was amazed by both his strength and his balance and wrapped her left leg around, hooking one ankle across the other. Before she knew it, the head of his penis was pressing at the sopping and wide open entrance to her pussy. There was literally no resistance as the soft purple head pushed into the velvet tunnel. The resistance came when he lowered her further and the girth of his weapon had to force the walls of her vagina apart. Maggie thought she was going to split in two. Yes, it hurt in a way, but it was a beautiful and erotic pain. She felt as though it was impossible to get it in, yet she was sinking further and further down onto it. Her breath came in short gasps, until Kal was fully embedded, then she stopped breathing completely and exhaled in a long moan. He lifted her back up and she started to take air again, but no sooner than she felt her insides empting than he dropped her back down. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she groaned. Gradually, Kal picked up the pace and Maggie grunted out on the down stroke and breathed in on the up stroke. He kept going for what seemed a long time, but was probably only five minutes. But that was enough; her body began to tremble and her whole body was engulfed by the mightiest climax she had yet reached. ***** The next morning, Kal told Maggie it was time he taught her to fish, but first he told her to take her clothes off again. "OK, but why? I don't mind getting them wet, they'll soon dry off." "Two reasons; the first is that you will want something to wear when we finally get rescued and besides, as there's just the two of us we don't need to wear anything." "And the second reason?" she asked. "I love looking at your sexy body and if you keep covering it up I might just have to rip your clothes off." This time, Maggie undressed slowly and sexily. By the time she removed her bra Kal was already naked and sporting a hard-on. Maggie looked at him, licked her lips and said, "I see you have a new fishing rod!" ***** From that day onwards, neither of them wore clothing. Although their bodies had become bronzed, they were still careful to remain out of the sun when it was too hot. Kal extended the beach house and created raised walkways and decorated them with the shells and flotsam that washed up on the shore. They discovered that there was a colony of wild pigs living on the island and together they worked out a way of smoking and preserving the meat, so that they could leave the animals in peace most of the time, creating a natural and even balance in their numbers. The couple cultivated the fruit and other edible plant life, which seemed to grow year round. In the wet season they lived on the supplies that they had built up. As time passed and they realised that help was becoming less and less likely to arrive, they looked for ways to make their lives a little easier, including using bamboo poles to pipe water from the waterfall down to their home. A small, continuous trickle fed a pool that Kal created from rocks and a piece of the life raft. It overflowed gently and spilled down the beach, keeping the water supply fresh at all times. Maggie learned how to fish, then cook and even sew. But most of all she learned how to please her man. The two grew closer over the years and then, one day, they saw a sailing ship passing the island. They looked at each other, cuddled and watched as it passed on by. They were on their Island Alone and that's where they wanted to stay. *****