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Castaways Ch. 01

By: BlewWater69



For Juliette, per your request.

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Chapter One -- Mostly set-up.

The trip was meant to be a vacation for John. He had worked tirelessly on his latest articles for New Yorker magazine and felt he was due a break. He had thrown himself full time into his work since his wife died the year before of breast cancer at the tender age of thirty-nine. Their one son was a freshman at Hofstra University and very independent. He only called his old man when he needed money or advice. John had to track him down on his cell once a week just to say hello. For this reason, John didn't think Nick would miss him if he left for a week's R & R in the Caribbean. 

Being a last minute deal, he arranged everything through an on-line web-site to get the best prices. He would fly from New York to Miami and then on to Barbados. His final stop was in Saint Lucia but he needed to get there via a short plane hop from Barbados. He was headed for a Sandals Resort on Saint Lucia. 

The trip down was uneventful until they landed on Barbados. The medium sized Saab plane from Miami was full of vacationers like John. As they stepped off the plane, down the stairs to the tarmac, the heat of the winter tropics bathed everyone as they were ushered into the small airport to clear customs. It had been February in New York and the heat of the Tropics felt marvelous after the depressing New York winter. John finally got inside the poorly air conditioned building and into one of the two lines for customs. He was twenty people deep because his seat had been in the back of the plane. It took another twenty minutes before he was addressing the customs agent. He handed him his passport and plane ticket. 

"You're a US citizen, Mister Morrison?" the agent asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Where do you live in New York?" the agent questioned.

"In Queens, sir," John replied, wondering why the guy asked looking right at his address.

"Mets or Yankees?" the agent queried with a smile. 

"Mets," John responded, smiling back.

"Have a fun vacation, Mr. Morrison."

"Thanks."

Leaving the customs area with his bags, John noticed a young girl holding a sign for Saint Lucia. Several people were already standing with her laded with luggage of their own. John observed a handsome young couple that looked like newlyweds. From all the kissing going on between them, it was pretty obvious. There were two overweight Latino guys that looked like twins. They seemed to be with another guy of roughly the same height but thinner. He was doing most of the talking as the brothers listened. At nearly six-three, John was a good five to six inches taller than the three guys but thinner than the two Latino guys. 

Standing nearby but on the other side of the girl with the sign were what looked like a mother and daughter team. They were gabbing away between them and somewhat detached from the immediate group. John eyed up the daughter first. She was a knock out. Blonde, blue eyed, and curves in all the right places. She was holding her winter jacket under her arm and had been prepared for the warmer climate with a tight fitting tank top underneath. Trying not to stare too badly, John let his eyes drift to the mother. She looked to be around forty like him and he could see where the daughter got her looks. She was beautiful, even at forty, and kept herself in excellent shape, something John appreciated. 'I wouldn't mind meeting her on this trip,' John thought as another couple joined the group.

They were maybe in their sixties and probably celebrating a thirtieth anniversary or something. They were not dressed for the warm weather and complaining of the heat in the building. Otherwise they looked like a cute older couple and made John miss Kathy all of a sudden. 'That could have been us in twenty years,' John thought. 

Apparently they were all there now as the young girl with the sign welcomed them and told them to follow her to the plane. They exited the building not needing to go through security again and back out onto the tarmac from a different side of the building. Standing there was a World War II vintage American made version of a plane like the British de Havilland. It was an old prop plane converted into a passenger airline for this short flight to Saint Lucia. 'My god,' John thought, 'what an old bucket of bolts this is.' The same sentiments he could hear being voiced by the older couple near him. 

They all dropped their luggage as instructed by an attendant, who was loading it into the belly of the old plane. The young girl led them to the back door and up a small staircase into the fuselage of the plane. The two Latinos and the other guy followed the honeymoon couple into the plane first. John let the older couple go first before he ducked low to step inside. Inside the plane, several of the seats had apparently been removed, no doubt due to wear and tear, and only one seat remained on each side. The leather of the once nice seats was cracked and faded with age. 

The honeymooners and the older couple took the seats in the front. The Latinos and their friend took the middle seats, leaving only four in back for John and the mother and daughter team. John was surprised the plane had so few seats and wondered what they did if more people wanted to go to Saint Lucia on a given day. He sat in one of the back seats giving the mother and daughter their choice of seats across from each other or one in front of the other. The young girl had headphones on so it didn't look like they planned conversation. The mother sat in front of the daughter and the daughter sat across from John. 

John heard the door close behind him and the cargo hold too, and then the left engine whined as it tried to kick over. The first attempt at starting it failed and John thought, 'Oh, boy, here we go.' But the next try worked and the ancient engine kicked over and eventually drummed to a smoother purr. The right was equally stubborn but soon joined the left at a smooth idle. 

The pilots got the all clear and began to taxi down the runway. The plane had no air conditioning and it was getting stiflingly hot inside with the door closed. The pilot said something over the old speaker system that John could barely make out. It sounded like it would be cooler once they got airborne for the short twenty minute flight. John decided to just lay back and close his eyes for a short nap when he heard a voice close by. 

"What did he say?" the pretty mother of the daughter across the aisle was asking nervously. 

"It was hard to hear," John said, yelling over the loud engines, "but I think he said it would be twenty minutes to Saint Lucia and would cool off once we get airborne."

"Oh, okay," the mother responded with a weak smile. 

She was beautiful and John welcomed the chance to talk with her, even if for such a brief time. Kathy and he had a loving relationship and he had missed her terribly this past year. They had an active sex life and he missed that too. He tried to think of other things as the pilot gunned the engines. 

They had apparently reached the end of the runway and the pilot had been given the all clear for takeoff. He revved the old engines and the whole plane shook. The pretty lady looked over at John for assurance and he just nodded back everything was okay despite some reservations himself. Having been in the army he had been on a few older transport planes before but not for many years now.

The pilot released the brakes when the engines reached the proper RPMs for takeoff. The plane shook even more violently now and the pretty woman once again glanced in his direction. He smiled back which seemed to lessen her fear if only marginally. The old plane roared down the runway gathering speed. It seemed to take a long time but eventually the nose came up and then the back wheels left the ground too. They were airborne and quickly banked out over the water. 

The exquisite blues and teals of the Caribbean waters were fantastic to watch as they banked to align with the direction to Saint Lucia. John couldn't wait to bask in the sun, drink his first rum punch, and catch up on his reading. Despite the vacation, he already had notes and reading to do for his next article for the New Yorker and another magazine. Happy thoughts of the fishing trip he planned to charter while in Saint Lucia made him smile also. He loved fishing and already had the names of several captains of charters on the island. 

The pilot had been right and as they gained altitude the atmosphere inside the plane cooled to a manageable temperature. John could feel sweat running the line of his backbone and on the back of his long sleeve shirt from the warm leather seat. He tried to relax, if for no reason other than to aid the pretty lady across the way. She glanced in his direction a couple times. He hope it was because she found him handsome, like Kathy had always said, but the truth from her expression looked more like fear being abated.

They were about ten minutes out of Barbados and somewhat settled into the flight when John heard an explosion. He glanced out the window but couldn't see anything. The others in the plane were equally alarmed. The noise and shake had been loud enough to get the beautiful girl beside him to remove her headset. He heard her mother scream and quickly looked over. She was pointing out the window to her daughter and John could now see smoke billowing back from the right wing. The engine had obviously blown. 

John tried to rationalize in his own mind if these old planes could fly on one engine like many of the modern jets, but wasn't sure. The smoke seemed to be get blacker and thicker, and he knew enough to know fire, if unextinquished on a plane could be deadly, especially with fuel in the wings. His nervousness was now boardering on that of the girl's mother across the way. The older lady in front was screaming to the pilot and the young wife was crying. 

The pilot came over the loudspeaker but the damn thing was so ancient they couldn't hear much over the roar of the burning engine and the strain of the other. The plane was listing to the right and it was obvious the pilots were struggling to fight off the affects of the blown engine. They seemed to be able to get it to level out somewhat and the smoke was thinning due to the onboard automatic fire extinguishers, but then a huge shudder gripped the plane. 

Everyone gasped or screamed again at that and John knew enough about planes to immediately fear something going wrong with the hydraulics. An old bucket like this one didn't have the built-in back-up systems upon back-up systems of the modern planes. If the hydraulics went on this plane, they were probably going down. John looked out his window for any sign of trouble but couldn't detect any. He yelled down the aisle as best he could over the din. 

"Pull your seat belts tight," John screamed.

The women were all in states of shock and fear. Most were crying or praying or both. John thought about praying too when another strong shudder rocked the plane. He immediately glanced out the window and saw the left engine sputter to a halt. 'Oh, fuck,' he thought.

The plane began to nose down and slide to the right. The cloth curtain that separated the pilots from the passengers had somehow moved to the right enough to allow the passengers to see the pilots frantically working to control the plane. The pilot was pulling back hard on the wheel while the co-pilot frantically flipped switches, looking like he was trying to get anything to work. John could not see any lights on the dashboard but wasn't sure this old plane had anything more than gauges in the first place. 

John looked out the window and the blue sea was coming up fast. The pilots seemed to be gaining somehow in leveling the angle of descent but they were obviously straining to hold the plane from going into a complete nosedive. John tried hard to recall his geography. He reasoned they were half way to Saint Lucia and tried to think of any island nearby that might have a runway. He could not. He thought Grenada was somewhere nearby but not closer than Saint Lucia. 

The plane continued to lose altitude and John knew they were in big trouble. He could hear the pilot again over the loudspeaker but the words were strained, frantic, and mostly drowned out by the noise. He imagined he heard them say something about looking for a place to land. He looked out the window again and the water was coming up fast. He tried to recall the brief safety talk before takeoff about what to do in a water landing. Life jackets were in the overhead compartments he remembered. 

The mother and daughter were crying beside him and looking occasionally at him for any sign of hope. He knew his face was probably telling them all they needed to know. He decided to try to help.

"Remember the life jackets are in the overhead bins," he yelled out for all to hear. "Before we hit lean down into a crouch position."

He glanced back down and the water was maybe 150 feet below them now. There was little doubt they were going down in the sea. He looked ahead to try to see what the pilots might be aiming at. He thought he saw the signs of a beach off the right side of the plane. Suddenly the plane lurched right and dove hard. The pilots had lost whatever minimal control they had. It only took seconds for them to hit. 

The right wing hit the water first. It knifed into the waves and thrust the plane violently to the right before it sheared off. It ripped a huge gaping hole in the fuselage and the wife of the older couple was gone. Everyone screamed in horror until the impact to the front of the plane. The nose hit incredible hard and crushed under the force. The pilots were no more and the forward half of the plane broke, and folded back under the rest. In that split second, that seemed to last an eternity, John knew the newlyweds and the old man were gone too. 

Something crushed the underside of the plane just to his right as the front end of the back part of the plane, the part they were still in, speared into the water. It hit something hard, flipped into a summersault, and then flipped again to land right side up. Water flooded the compartment from the forward section and the plane began to sink. There was no time for life jackets. John's neck ached bad from the whiplash and his legs hurt too but he managed to get his seat belt off. The water was filling the compartment quickly. He could see two of the guys in front of him trying to move too. John got his seat belt off as the water reached his waist. The daughter was groggy beside him but otherwise looked okay. 

John slipped out of his seat into the water and went to the girl. He undid her seat belt and tried to roust her. She was in shock but otherwise unhurt. Her mother looked to be unconscious. John got the girl free and put his arm around her waist. He pulled her to the back door and opened the latch. He kicked at it with his foot despite some pain. On the third kick it gave way and dropped into the sea. He pulled her through the opening and they dropped into the sea just as a waved battered them back against the plane. John struggled to the surface still holding her.

They made their way around the tail of the plane fighting the waves. They were maybe twenty feet from shore. 'Thank god,' John thought. He dragged the girl with him to the shore line. They battled the surf up onto the beach. He half carried have dragged her about twenty feet up the beach and then dropped to the sand. 

"My mother?" gasped the girl. "Where's my mother?" 

"Wait here," John said, rising back up.

He headed back towards the plane and noticed it had settled further into the surf. He also saw the two Latinos and the other guy fighting around the tail in the waves. They seemed to be dragging one of the two brothers along. John ran into the waves and made his way back out to the plane. As he passed them coming ashore, he asked them where the woman was.

"Fuck her," the thinner, bossier of the three said. "She's probably drowned by now."

John dove into the waves and swam around the plane. He found the nearly submerged door and dove to go back in. He surfaced inside with only about two feet of breathing space left. He couldn't see anyone and dove beneath the water to look. The mother was still in her seat unconscious. He fought with her seat belt and got it undone; however, the mother didn't float freely. The plane was crushed below her feet and partly on the side and her leg was pinned. He had to surface again for air. He tried again, diving beneath the water and pulling hard on her underarms. He struggled and was nearly out of air when he managed to get her free. She was dead weight, yet buoyant in the water. 

John pulled her to the doorway. He looked for any sign of life but couldn't see any. He dove with her out the door only to be smashed against the plane by a wave. He lost his grip on her for a second but got it back and pulled her to the surface. He had been a lifeguard in his high school days and tried to remember the exact technique to use for pulling an unconscious body through the water. He grabbed her across the chest and under the arm and swam towards shore. The waves helped propel them.

He crashed onto the shore with the woman and the daughter ran to help him. Together they pulled the woman onto the beach near where the other three guys just sat and watched. 

"Is she going to be alright?" the young daughter asked frantically.

"I don't know," John replied. "She was underwater when I got to her and pinned in her seat."

They placed the woman on the sand and John tried mouth to mouth to clear her lungs. The poor daughter sobbed beside him and pleaded for her mother to wake up. He tried for a good ten minutes to get the woman to breath. He tried pushing on her chest. He tried pinching her nose and blowing air into her lungs but nothing worked. Finally, exhausted, he sat back.

"No, keep trying," the young girl screamed. "Mom."

"It's no use," John said sadly. 

"Please, keep trying," the girl pleaded, crying.

John tried again knowing it was probably useless. It was. Another five minutes and not one indication of life. He felt for a pulse or heartbeat and there was none. He tried pounding on her chest to activate her heart but it was too late; she was dead. He had to sit back again.

"No," screamed the poor daughter. "No ... Mom ... Mom, wake up."

"I'm sorry," John offered.

"Oh, no," the girl sobbed uncontrollably now with her head down on her mother's chest. 

"The old broad didn't make it, huh," the bossier of the three guys said, now standing nearby.

"Try to be a little more compassionate," John told him, glaring at the guy as the daughter cried hysterically.

"Yeah, okay, old man," the guy said turning back to his friends.

John sat there for a second but decided to leave the daughter to her grief for a little while. He got up and walked over to the guys. One of them was holding his right arm. 

"You guys all okay?" John asked.

"Pacho here has a bum arm," the talkative one said. "Says it hurts to move it."

"I could look at it for him," John offered.

"Sure. Be my guest," the wise guy said.

John walked to Pacho. He didn't seem to understand English well but got the gist of what he wanted. John examined his arm. He could see a lump in the lower arm indicating a break. Fortunately for the guy it wasn't a compound fracture. Alone, on an island like this, with no medical help, that could be life threatening. 

"Looks like he has a broken arm," John observed. 

"That's what we thought."

"If we can't get medical help soon we may need to try and set it," John said. "Otherwise it might heal very poorly."

"Where are we anyway?" the leader asked.

"Somewhere about mid-way between Barbados and Saint Lucia is all I know. I think we verved north, off course, when the engine blew. How far is anyone's guess. We were airborne about five minutes after the explosion so we could be miles off course."


Castaways Ch. 01



"Fuckin' great," the leader said.

"What's your name, son?" John asked.

"Duane. This is Pacho and Manuel," he added.

"John Morrison. Either of you guys good swimmers? We could try to salvage some things from the plane while it's still possible?" John observed.

"You do it," Duane said. "We'll just wait for the rescue plane, John."

John didn't like the way he emphasized his name at the end. This guy had a major attitude problem and his two friends seemed perfectly willing to let him do all the talking and decision making for them. If they weren't rescued soon he might have to deal with at less Duane about something, he gathered reluctantly.

"It could be a while, maybe days before they find us. We need food and drinking water," John stated.

"Tell you what, old man. We'll take the girl and scope out the island while you search the plane for junk?" Duane claimed.

"The girl stays with me," John said forcefully. 

"Want a piece too, huh? Suit yourself. She's not going to be much use anyway until she stops bawling over her dead mom," Duane proclaimed.

"You guys just leave her alone," John demanded.

"Or what, old man? You're going to fight us all ... ha," Duane said laughing, and the other two joined in.

Apparently the other two understood enough English to get the gist of the conversation. They also seemed to be as unfriendly as their apparent leader. 

"Just leave her alone," John repeated.

"Fine ... for now. We'll just find the nearest resort on this island while you two search the fuckin plane," Duane said, still laughing at him. "Maybe we'll be nice enough to tell them where you are."

He got up and the others followed. The one guy grimaced in pain but managed to follow along as the three walked down the beach away from the girl and the plane. John watched them go as he moved back to the girl. He estimated them to be in their early twenties. 

"Young lady?" he said to the still whimpering girl.

She didn't answer at first but finally said, "Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Meredith, but everyone calls me Em," the girl explained.

"Okay, Em. My name is John Morrison. Those other three are Duane, Manuel, and Pacho. Pacho is the one with the hurt arm. Duane is the bossy one. Stay clear of those guys though. I don't trust them," John stated.

"What do you mean?" Em asked sitting up. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying.

"They seem to have a chip on their shoulders and aren't friendly at all. They've gone off for now to scope out the island. If they find anyone they might let them know we're here," John said, emphasizing the word might.

"Would they really not tell?" Em asked.

"I wouldn't put it past them from what I've seen so far," John explained.

"What're we going to do?" Em questioned.

"I'm going to scavenge the plane for things we might need. Then we'll bury your mom," John said, but the last part he said quietly. 

"Do we have to?" Em asked, starting to cry again.

"We need to leave her here and look around the island ourselves. If we can't find anyone, we'll need to prepare a shelter for the night. Hopefully I can find some food and water in the plane. It wouldn't be good to just leave her here on the beach."

"I suppose not," Em agreed. 

John got up and walked down to the surf. He looked down the beach to the left and was aghast at what he saw. Three bodies had washed up on the shore several hundred yards down. He ran down there again noticing the pain in his ankles. They must have taken part of the force of the crash or been caught with his long legs under the seat in front. He reached the first body roiling in the surf. He pulled it from the waves onto the shore. It was the groom. The next was the old man and the last was the bride. He wanted to cry when he thought about them on their way to their honeymoon no doubt. 

He dragged all three bodies together. He would need to bury them as well to keep the crabs and seabirds away from them. He looked further down but didn't see anything more. He ran back to the plane and dove into the surf. He swam to the plane. The tide was coming in, he thought, as he got to the door again. It was completely below water. 

John dove down inside and surfaced in the plane. There was barely six inches of breathing room left in the top of the plane. He maneuvered through the plane looking for compartments and storage spots. Anywhere something of value might be stored. He found a box of plastic trash bags. He took one out and put the box with the rest inside the bag. He held it closed by the top to keep water out as he searched. He found his coat, the girl's coat, but left the mother's coat. He didn't see where those three guys had coats.

The tail section of the plane he was in rocked slightly in the waves as he tried to search further. He found the life vests but left those for now. He found an oxygen tank but left that too for now. He found a medical kit and flare kit and put both of those in his bag. 

Working towards the back of the plane he discovered a hold compartment. He found a case of Pepsi and one of bottled water. It looked more like crew supplies than for passengers but he grabbed what he thought he could carry on this trip. When he was loaded down he headed back to shore.

John made four trips in all. He tried to get into the luggage compartment on the bottom of the plane to retrieve their suitcases but the door was partially buried in the sand and there was no way for him to move it. He did manage to get all the water and Pepsi on shore, ten life vests which he thought they might use for something, the oxygen tank, and a box full of small bags of peanuts. The flare kit proved to only have one flare and the gun itself left inside. He laid most everything out in the sun on plastic bags to dry. Finally he went to where Em sat by her mother. 

"Em, we need to bury her now and the others too," John said softly.

"What others?"

John pointed to the pile of bodies down the beach. Em gasped as she saw them and nearly started to cry again. She helped John move her mother further up the beach. They went fairly far up to the tree line and out of the high water mark. John had found an empty coffee can in the plane and they used that and their hands to dig in the sand. It took nearly half an hour to get a deep enough hole. Em cried as John covered her mother with sand deep enough to keep the scavengers away.

Nearly exhausted they still couldn't stop and headed down the beach. It took over an hour, until close to dusk, to bury the other three. They made their way back to the plane and the gear they had scattered on the beach. They each downed a water bottle and opened several bags of the peanuts. The wrappers had kept them relatively dry. 

John had been drying the flare gun out and loaded the one flare inside. He stuck it into the back of his pants. They each grabbed armfuls of the mostly dry things and carried them up into the tree line, leaving most of the life vests. John looked for a high spot to maybe make a camp. They trudged up a small hill of rocks among the palm trees. Em was being very helpful and showing more signs of life despite her obvious deep depression over her loss. 

When they found a good spot for camp near some big rocks that would protect them from an east wind, they decided to camp there. They dropped their cargo and looked for drift wood and dried palm fronds to make some sort of shelter. As they looked, Em climbed up on the largest boulder so she could look around. When she got to the top she gasped loud enough for John to hear.

"What is it?"

"John, I see the other side of the island. It's not that big. I see those other three guys too. They are just sitting down on the beach not far from here. The island can't be more than a quarter mile wide," Em observed.

"Oh, gosh. That's what I feared," John said. "I couldn't remember any populated islands between Barbados and Saint Lucia. 

John climbed up beside her. The rock was fifteen feet higher than their camp below and gave a good view of the surrounding area. It was nearly the highest point on the tiny island. Em was right, the island was tiny. Turning around on the flat top of the rock, John could see most of the island. It was maybe a mile long and about a quarter mile wide. The palm trees were thick in spots and the center of the island had a rocky spine but other than that it was like a big sandbar. Drinking water might be impossible to find and food very scarce too he realized. 

John looked off in the distance in all directions. He couldn't see anything on the horizon that looked like land. He hoped in the light of morning there might be something he missed but doubted it. They were truly stranded on a deserted island. He hoped the search for them had already begun. The plane was long overdue in Saint Lucia. The alerts must have already gone out. 

He thought about the possibilities of being stranded for days on this island with little to eat or drink and the likes of the three assholes to contend with. His wouldn't be an easy job playing protector to Em and parceling out the limited provisions. He felt like praying for a miracle and looked to the heavens.

"You're looking for search planes?" Em asked beside him. 

"Yes," John said, not admitting to the prayer as well. 

"Do you think they'll be here soon?" 

"It's nearly dark, Em. I'd imagine they would start searching at first light," John professed.

"We have to stay here the night?"

"Yes, so let's get busy on that shelter before it gets too dark," John said, climbing down off the rock.

"John?" Em asked, having climbed down behind him, "can I stay near you tonight?"

"Sure."

"I just asked, because while you went back for my mother, those other guys were looking at me kinda funny, if you know what I mean?" Em claimed.

"I do, Em. Let's get started."

They gathered what driftwood they could find. Fortunately there appeared to be a fair amount so they didn't have to walk too far to find some good long pieces. John was trying hard to remember his army survival training skills. He found some vines they could use to tie things together. This hut wouldn't be pretty but with the fronds, driftwood, and plastic bags, they might just get something to cut the wind and keep any rain out. 

Em had found some coconuts and brought them to show him. She held one under each arm as she called his name.

"John, look what I found."

John looked over and saw the coconuts she held under each of her arms, smiling at him. He gazed back and forth between them noticing more than the coconuts. It was getting cooler as the night came on and Em's nipples were getting stiff under her tank top from the cold. He let his eyes linger a little longer than necessary on her nice tits. 

"That's great, Em. Are there a lot?" John asked. 

"I see several more," Em claimed.

"Good, bring those with us. I wish I had a knife," John confessed.

They carried their finds back to the camp and began to work. It was basically dark now but an almost full moon helped them see a little. With the big rock as a back wall and with smaller rocks on either side, they set to work setting the driftwood to form rafters for their roof. The sloping down of the side rocks gave them a natural pitch forward. The only trouble with that was they would have to duck to enter the structure. John supported the smaller pieces of driftwood that couldn't bridge the eight foot span between the rocks on either side with more pieces as braces. He was able to sink those upright in the sand and tie them together with the vines to give them more strength. 

The next phase was the roof. Fortunately they had plenty of large trash bags, nearly a full box of 25. John ripped half a dozen at the seams as best he could. He was again wishing for a knife. They lay those in an overlapping fashion from the entrance up to the big rock in back. John made sure the sides hung about a foot or more onto the side rocks which would cause rain water to run off rather than in. They left six inches of plastic bag, held flat against the back rock by fronds. When they felt they had a good waterproof underneath, they placed the remaining dried palm fronds on top of the plastic bags. They didn't have enough and scavenged for more. 

Lastly, John ran vines over the top to secure the fronds and hopefully keep them in place so they would protect the plastic bags against wind. They used smaller rocks to hold down the edges of the plastic bags and fronds on the sides. Some rain might still get in, especially down the back rock but they would be mostly dry. 

The front wall was the last part for them to work on. John sank more driftwood into the sand and braced them against the roof on the inside to allow an eave. He tied them off to the roof from underneath so they were secure. They allowed a two foot opening and planned to figure out a door later. The front wall was four feet high. Em was 5'6" and could get in by just ducking. John had to drop to his knees and crawl in. 

The space inside was about six feet deep and eight feet wide. The hut was definitely not big enough for all of them. It was nearly pitch dark inside. Despite that, Em did the best job she could using the lifejackets to try to make beds for John and her. While she did that, John tried to make a fire. He made a pile of pieces of dried palm fronds and some shredded husks from one of the coconuts. Using a couple pieces of rock, he tried rubbing them together, hoping for a good spark. He had tried for five minutes when a flash illuminated about ten feet away. He looked up to see Duane with a lit cigarette. 

"Need a light, old man?" Duane said smiling, with Pacho and Manuel nearby. 

"That would be nice," John replied.

"Why should we help you? You obviously didn't build a big enough shack for us too."

"You could have helped or built your own," John suggested.

"We're not boy scouts like you," Duane said laughing and Pacho and Manuel joined him. "It was more fun watching you and the cunt work."

"Duane, watch your mouth, please," John said.

"Oh, it's okay for you to sleep with her but we can't call her a cunt. You act like she's your woman or something, Johnny boy."

"Look, you can help out or keep to yourselves, doesn't matter to me either way. Just don't interfere with what we're doing unless it's to help," John expressed.

Duane thought for a minute, fished in his pants pocket, and he threw a Bic lighter to John. John lit the coconut husk with the lighter and it caught well immediately. He let the palm fronds get going too before adding some smaller driftwood and old, broken coconut shells. The fire was going pretty good by the time John threw the lighter back to Duane. 

"Want some water?" John asked.

"Where'd you find water on this island?" Duane asked.

"Not on the island, in the plane," John responded, tossing them three bottles. 

"What else did you find?" Duane asked, as they each drank down the water. 

"Not much," John answered, but knew Duane didn't believe him. "I couldn't get the luggage compartment open with the sand."

"Sure. What're we going to eat, Boy Scout?" Duane asked. 

"I was going to try to open one of these coconuts once I got the fire going. You guys are welcome to have two of them if you want," John added.

"Fuckin' coconut. No thanks, Johnny boy. How about we just play with the girl a while and leave you to your nuts," Duane said, and the three all laughed.

"I told you, Duane, she's off limits," John exclaimed.

"How about we just beat your fuckin' ass and take her with us," Duane said, stepping forward a little with Pacho and Manuel too. 

"I wouldn't advise trying that," John contented.

"You think you can take all three of us?" Duane boasted, laughing with Manuel and Pacho. 

"Definitely you, Duane," John said standing up tall. "And Pacho's not going to be much use with a busted arm."

Duane's smile disappeared but came back when he said, "Manuel and I'll be enough to finish you."

"Yeah, maybe, but I'll take you out first," John claimed.

"And how do you think you're going to do that with the boys here to help?" Duane boasted.

"With this," John said, pulling the flare gun from the back of his pants and pointing it at Duane. 

Surprise blanketed Duane's face momentarily but he recovered, "With just a flare gun," Duane said, laughing but with a tinge of nervousness. 

"Yeah, one shot, but it's meant for you, Duane. You'll be a flaming candle with phosphorus all over you," John continued.

"It's still only one shot, if you hit me," Duane countered but definitely more worried now.

"I was a pretty good shot in the army," John stated. "You can try me if you want."

"Yeah ... maybe some other time," Duane said. "You have to sleep sometime."

"So do you and if I were you I'd be thinking more about where you're spending the night," John stated.

"This isn't over, Johnny boy," Duane proclaimed with a sneer and flicking his finished cigarette into the fire.

John stood there while the guys backed away and disappeared into the night. He waited for a while, listening to the sounds of them moving off. Content they we gone for now, he put the flare gun back in his pants, and ducked down to look into the hut. The light from the fire cast some light and shadows inside. Em was huddled in a back corner of the hut, her knees pulled up to her chest. She looked very frightened.

"They're gone now," John said, trying to be reassuring.

"Duane's right, John. You have to sleep sometime," Em exclaimed fearfully.

"Don't worry, Em. I won't let them get near you," John claimed but even he knew that would be extremely tough.

"Please, John. Protect me from them," Em pleaded.

"I will. Here take this," he said handing her the flare gun. "Stay where you are while I do a few things."

"Where're you going?" Em asked nervously.

"Just going to tried to open some coconuts and get the rest of our stuff," John said. "Anyone but me comes through this door, shoot them with that."

"Okay," Em said weakly. "Please hurry back."

"I will."

John ran down to the beach. He didn't want to see Em have to use the flare gun, especially from inside the flammable hut. He grabbed the rest of the water, the case of Pepsi, the box of peanuts, their coats, and anything else he could carry. He made his way back quickly to the hut. He announced his return and handed all the items in to Em. She stowed them while he set to work trying to crack two coconuts on some rocks. It took a few minutes but he managed to crack both enough to use a hard end of a clamshell to break a piece off. He spilled some of the milky liquid inside but saved most. 

He handed them inside to Em, restocked the fire with wood, and then crawled inside. The heat from the fire was starting to warm the inside of the hut a little. There wasn't much wind tonight but it still felt better inside the makeshift hut. The sky had looked clear so they might not have to worry about rain tonight. 

"Try drinking the juice," John told Em.

She took one of the coconuts to her lips and sipped as he did the same. The milky, watery juice inside tasted somewhat sweet. John finished his and looked to Em. She was still sipping on hers. He smiled at her hoping to get her to relax. He climbed back out to grab the rocks he had used to crack the coconuts open. Upon reentering, he worked at the openings in the coconuts until he had broken a big piece off. He gave it to Em and took hers to do the same. 

"Eat the coconut off the shell with your teeth," John contended. "You like coconut?"

"Yes," Em replied as she tried, getting some.

They ate some of the coconut and two bags each of the peanuts. They each had a Pepsi too. John observed the beds Em had made from the lifejackets. She had done a marvelous job and the beds actually looked somewhat comfortable. It was obvious too as to whose was whose. Her smaller one was back along the big rock. His was longer by one set of lifejackets and more in the middle, between her and the door. They were also pretty close together, more than necessary even in the tight space. They each had a lifejacket for a pillow.




Castaways Ch. 01



"The beds look pretty comfortable," John said.

"Thanks, they're not bad considering," Em said, and a faint smile came to her lips.

Em's blonde hair looked like it could use a comb from being wet but otherwise she looked incredible in the flickering light of the campfire. Her blue eyes twinkled with light when she smiled. He thought for a second about all that had happened that day. He had been on his way to a solo vacation in Saint Lucia to just unwind. Now here he was on a deserted island, with three hostile guys, and about to sleep next to the most beautiful young woman he could imagine. 'Unbelievable,' John thought.

Em must have read his mind, "What're you thinking?"

"Huh ... I was just thinking about today and all that's happened," John said but immediately felt like an idiot reminding Em of her loss.

"Yeah," Em said, sadly, her pretty eyes cast out at the fire. 

"I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean to remind ... "

"It's okay, John. I know. It's just that we were very close. Since my dad left home when I was four, my mother has been my parent and best friend too. We did everything together. You would have liked her. She was a fabulous person," Em said, her eyes welling with tears.

"It's okay; we don't have to talk about ... "

"No, no. I want to. I just can't grasp that she's gone from me. I miss her so bad. It's like my heart has been ripped out of my chest," Em said, tears rundown her cheeks.

"I'd never presume to know I understand someone's grief. But I lost my wife last year to breast cancer at thirty-nine, so I somewhat understand what you are saying about having your heart ripped from your chest," John claimed.

"Oh, I'm sorry too, John," Em whispered.

"It's okay. I'm learning to deal with it and I can tell you that you will too, Em," John stated.

"This was to be a fun vacation for us. I'm a freshman at Northwestern and I had a week off between semesters. We just wanted to get away, the two of us," Em sobbed. 

"Northwestern's a great school," John said, trying to change to a lighter subject. "My son goes to Hofstra University in New York. He's a freshman like you. He just turned nineteen."

"Me too," Em said, trying to stop crying. 

They talked for a few more minutes about college, John being a writer, and New York versus Chicago weather. John got Em to smile at least twice more. They seemed, momentarily anyway, to put their grief behind them.

"You better get some sleep," John proclaimed after a while.

"What about you?" Em asked.

"I'll just put some more wood on the fire and join you," John explained. 

"Okay," Em said. 

He watched her reach for her coat and put it on. It was cool inside the hut despite the fire outside. He caught the protrusion of her erect nipples through her tank top as she stretched her arms back and pushed out her chest to get her coat on. John turned away, but maybe not quick enough for Em to miss his gaze on her.

John stoked the fire and checked around for signs of the three guys. Satisfied they were not around he climbed back into the hut. Em was lying down on her bed of lifejackets, her head on the pillow one, and facing the stone wall. It was good they both had jeans, socks and running shoes on to protect their legs from the slightly cool night. John grabbed his coat to use as a blanket and lay down too. He faced the door though.

His head was only on the pillow for several minutes when he heard Em turning. Her arm reached over and massaged his shoulder.

"Thanks for everything today, John," Em said.

"You're welcome, Em."

"John ... I'm ... here for you if you need me," Em voiced.

"Thanks, Em," John said.

At first he thought she just meant she would stand by him against the other three but the more he thought about her comment, the more thoughts and possibilities flooded his mind. He was trying to stay awake, only resting intermittently so he could watch the door. He was bone tired though and his eyes took real effort to keep open. He struggled for a half hour to stay awake. He tried to think about her comment and exactly what she meant. Sleep overcame him before he could conclude anything.



Castaways Ch. 02



John had no idea what made him bolt upright but he did. Sunlight was streaming in the door. From the looks of the brightness outside he had slept well past dawn unlike he intended. He turned to Em and she was wide awake still lying down but with her head propped up on her arm. Her coat was open as the inside of their home began to warm from the hot sun. 

"Sleepy heads awake," Em chided.

"What time is it?"John questioned.

"My watch says it is nine," Em offered.

"We should get up," John stated.

"What's the hurry" Em asked.

"We need to look for search planes. We need to build a signal pyre of driftwood and palm fronds that we can light if we spot a plane or ship," John claimed. "Plus, we need to look for water and more food."

"I'm so glad you know what to do," Em said. 

"Well, I'm sure I'm forgetting something," John extolled.

"You're doing great so far," Em said. "I slept great! How about you?" 

"Yeah, your beds were fantastic," John agreed, smiling at her.

"They were comfortable, weren't they," Em agreed, smiling back.

John could feel tightness in his jeans. He hadn't peed before going to bed, like usual, and now he had a pee hard-on because of it. He wondered if Em had noticed while he was lying on his back. He cast off his coat and went to get up but it was uncomfortable and the bulge tented his pants noticeably. He tried staying on his knees and slouching over somewhat. It felt mildly better that way and he hoped less obvious.

He glanced at Em and she had a silly smirk on her face. He made his way to the door and outside. The fire was out and as he looked around, he didn't see any of the three trouble makers. He thought it safe to leave Em for a minute and went further over the hill to find a place to pee. He found a spot between two rocks with a pretty view out to the north. John fished out his dick, which wasn't easy, though it had begun to relax slightly. He gazed out over the water looking for land or any signs of life as his stream started.

When he finished he shook, then slipped his dick back in his pants. He turned to return to camp, but was surprised to find Em a little higher up the hill watching him. She had a smile on her face as she looked at him. He walked towards her.

"You like to watch people go to the bathroom," he said jokingly. 

"Only sometimes," Em replied with a giggle.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" John queried.

"I was just curious how you'd manage," Em said amused.

"Ha ha," John said smirking and walking past her. 

"John?" Em called and her voice had a serious tone now.

"Yeah," he said turning around.

"I need to go too."

"So?"

"Would you stay right there and keep watch," Em asked, seriously.

"But, Em, ..."

"It's okay, please."

"Sure."

He watched as she went down near where he had been. She looked around, found what she was looking for, and proceeded to stand behind a nearly waist high rock. She looked at him as her hands were busy at her waist. He briefly saw more white skin further below her belly bottom, just before she squatted down some. She looked at him and he looked at her. Her smile made it seem almost natural that he be watching over her. Soon she was done and fixing her pants. 'God,' he thought, 'if the damn rock had been even two inches shorter I'm sure I'd have seen a lot more.'

Em walked quickly to him. She was still smiling like the past five minutes had been completely normal. He felt anything but normal. 

"Thanks," Em said, smiling as she went by. 

John followed her back to camp. They ate some more coconut and peanuts and washed them down with water, finishing a bottle each. Em followed John to the beach and they began by gathering driftwood and palm fronds for the signal fire. It took a long time to scavenge that big a pile. John wanted it to be close to six feet tall so it would burn high and bright. It was nearly noon before they were done. 

When they were finished they walked back by the downed plane. It was low tide and the top half was visible in the surf. They were about to turn back towards camp when Em pointed down the beach, into the water.

"There," Em said. "Do you see it?"

John looked where she was pointing and on the next out wave saw it. The front part of the plane was barely visible above the water. They ran down the beach to the spot. It was close to where John had discovered all the bodies. 

"Stay here," John said handing her the flare gun and ran into the water. 

He dove into an oncoming wave and swam the rest of the way to the plane. It was somewhat further out than the back half they had been in. John could see how the nose of the plane had crushed under the force as it slammed into the shore. This section was upside down and John had to enter through the jagged gaping hole where the plane broke apart. He couldn't get air inside the plane as it was completely filled with water. He had to take breaths and swim inside and out before his air ran out. 

John found the pilot and copilot still strapped in their seats. They were unrecognizable and crushed in their seats to the point John had no thoughts of trying to remove them. He took several runs inside but found little of interest. He grabbed a few coats and one bag from the overhead bins of the front row. He found a pocketbook and grabbed that too for Em. He thought it might have a comb. 

If he had been above the water, he might have tried removing the radio to try to fix it, but there was no way he could attempt that without being able to breathe while he worked. He did find a plastic covered map which he took as well. Finding nothing more of value he left. He made his way back to shore with the things he had but didn't see Em on the shore waiting for him. He wondered why she walked away.

When he got up on the beach, he yelled for her. He started quickly walking back towards the hut when he heard a scream. John dropped the things he had and ran towards the scream. He heard it again before it died out. He ran up the beach to the tree line. He saw what looked like drag marks in the sand. Panic hit him as he realized what might have happened while he was inside the plane. He ran into the palms, following the drag marks. John didn't have far to go before he saw what he feared.

Ahead in an opening between the palms he saw Pacho and Duane on top of Em. He started to run towards her when his peripheral vision just happened to spot movement from behind a group of palms to his right. He had just enough time to raise his right hand before Manuel swung a long piece of driftwood at his head. He blocked it with his hand but felt pain immediately as it took a lot of the force of the blow. John stumbled under the force of the blow, falling to the sandy ground. 

Manuel moved in for another blow. John scrambled to his knees, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans. He rolled to his left and just managed to avoid the strike by Manuel as the wood pounded the sand just behind him. John prepared for the next strike. Manuel moved closer to bring the driftwood plank down on his head. Just as Manuel swung, John leaped to the right. Manuel compensated this time and caught John across his calf. He still managed to lung forward towards Manuel though.

John had found a small pointed scissors in the medical kit that he had kept in his pocket. As he lunged towards Manuel, he thrust the scissors out catching Manuel in the leg just above the knee. The pointed end sunk in two inches, as long as the point of the small scissors would allow. Manuel screamed and fell back. John could feel pain in his leg but rose up to his feet. As Manuel looked in his direction to attempt another swing of the board, John swung his fist, catching Manuel square in the jaw. Blood spattered from Manuel's mouth and he dropped to the ground. John grabbed the board from him and kicked him hard in the side. Manuel collapsed in a heap on the ground. 

Ignoring the pain in his leg, John sprinted towards the two guys assaulting Em. Pacho saw him coming and stood up with the flare gun in his good hand. John had closed the gap between them enough to swing the board wildly. He caught Pacho right on his broken right arm. Pacho emitted a blood curdling scream and dropped the flare gun from his left hand to grab his right arm. John swung again and hit him hard in the shoulder of his bad arm, breaking the plank in half. Pacho howled again and dropped over into the sand.

Duane saw that John had made it through the first two guys and jumped up off Em to confront him. He had a large piece of shell in his hand. It had a long pointed end and looked to have been sharpened further on a stone or something. Duane stepped slowly towards him with his knife-like shell held before him. John still had the small scissors in his left hand and half the board in his right. Duane and he circled like two knife fighters.

"You ever practice disarming a man with a knife?" John asked Duane with smile calmly. 

"What the fuck you talking about, old man?" Duane responded nervously.

"Oh, it's just that we practiced this a lot in the army," John said.

"Fuck you, asshole," Duane shot back.

"We'll see about that," John said.

He quickly glanced over at Em to make sure she was okay. What he saw made him even angrier. Her tank top and bra had been cut right up the middle of her chest. The sleeves of the shirt had been pulled off her shoulders and down her arms, pinning them at her sides. Her breasts were fully exposed and red from apparent rough treatment. 

John quickly looked back to Duane. John faked the first move in. Duane reacted by thrusting the pointed shell forward. John swung the board at Duane but he was quick and moved back. They maneuvered some more and John faked another lunge. Duane reacted the same way and this time John knocked the shell from his hand with the board. Duane yelped in pain grabbing his sore hand. Now unarmed, he turned and ran into the trees. John turned to find Pacho getting up behind him. When John advanced towards him, he ran holding his bad arm to where Manuel was also getting up. Together they took off down the beach.

John tossed the board and ran to Em. He dropped to his knees next to her as she was attempting to pull her shirt back over her ample breasts. Tears streaked her face. Her cheek had a handprint from where they tried to cover her screams. 

"Em ... I'm so sorry! I never should have left you," John cried.

"I wasn't watching, John. I let them sneak right up on me," Em said through tears like it was her fault. 

"You couldn't have stopped them," John exclaimed.

"I had the flare gun. I let them just take it from me," Em confessed.

"It's not your fault, it's mine," John avowed.

Em just came into his arms sobbing. He held her close and let her cry. They stayed like that for a while until she calmed down. He felt like he had let her down. He had promised to keep her safe. 

"I'm so sorry, Em." 

"Just hold me, John."

He did for a while longer until she stopped sobbing. He brushed her sand-filled hair from her eyes and wiped away her tears. She was young enough to be his daughter, yet the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He looked at her face with remorse that he had let her down. Let those hoodlums get to her. He was ready to apologize again when she spoke.

"Thanks, John. Thanks for saving me," Em offered.

"But, I ... I failed ..."

"Take me home, John. Take me back to our hut?" Em asked.

John picked her up in his arms. His leg and hand hurt terribly but he ignored the pain. He stooped down to grab the flare gun from the sand, holding it in his hand as he held her too. He carried her back to the beach near where he had dropped the stuff from the plane. His leg was killing him and carrying her in the sand proved near impossible, even for a big strong guy determined to get her back to the hut.

"John, I can walk," Em said. "Let's take these things too."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I probably couldn't have made it anyway," John said huffing and puffing a little.

"I know," Em said, and the makings of a smile formed on her lips. 

John set her down and together they grabbed the stuff from the beach. They walked back to the hut and took the things inside. The coats were still wet. The beauty of using driftwood for supports was that there was no lack of stubs of branches and protrusions to hang things on. They hung up the coats to dry. With a sandy floor, who cared if the coats dripped dry. 

John looked through the bag. It belonged to the older couple. He found a Tupperware container inside and, to his surprise when he opened it, it was filled with chocolate chip cookies still relatively dry. Em screamed with delight when he handed her two. She ate the first one in seconds, moaning with joy the whole time. 

He had handed her the purse. She opened it to discover it was the young bride's. There was a brush, lipstick in okay shape, but most of the other make-up was destroyed by the salt water, and her cell phone was too. Em pulled out the girl's wallet and stared at it.

"What's wrong," John asked seeing her expression. 

"It feels weird holding a dead person's wallet. It makes me sad," Em said.

"Come here," John said, grabbing the brush.

Em moved so her back was to him; as she did her shirt opened slightly. She had been holding it closed with her one arm. John briefly saw her right breast before her back was to him. It made him wonder why she hadn't put her coat on. It was hot, maybe that was why. 

John ran the brush through her long blonde hair. It snagged a few times and filled with pieces of sand. He knocked it against his pant leg to shake them loose and resumed brushing. He brushed her hair for a good ten minutes getting most of the sand out and the knots too. When he was done, she thanked him. 

"I think I'll lie down for a while, John," Em said.

"Okay. I've got some things to do anyway," John claimed.

He watched Em curl up on her bed and covered her with her coat. He knew the guys would be back and decided they needed to plan their defenses. He had an idea for a trip wire using vines. He planned to attach the empty can with small rocks in it and maybe string up some shells too; something that would make noise to alert them of intruders into the camp. He also had an idea for a booby trap as well.

John set to work but noticed his right hand was swollen. He examined it and realized he might have broken one of the small bones in his hand. It hurt like hell. His leg, at the calf, also had a good sized bulge forming. Nothing appeared broken there but he had a huge contusion forming. 

He gathered driftwood appropriate for what he had in mind. He'd have to climb the nearest palms to make his plan work which wouldn't be easy. He worked straight through for several hours but was pleased with what he had done when it was complete. The climbing and securing of the driftwood in the palms had been the hardest part by far. 

His plan covered the three sides of the approach to the camp. The rocks offered them some protection to the west. On the north and south approaches he just had trip wires with noise makers to alert them of anyone approaching. On the east side away from the fire pit, he had secured a stouter trip wire. To this one he had secured the driftwood hidden in the palms. Both had sharpened ends and would swing down on anyone breaking the trip wire. If his plan worked and based on the positioning of the palms, the two planks would swing down about two feet apart, passing by each other in a wide arc. 

"What're you doing?" Em asked from the doorway to the hut.

He told her and showed her where to watch for the vines so she wouldn't accidently trip them. It was already getting late and the sun was beginning to cast long shadows. It was cooling a little too. 

"I have to use the bathroom again," Em said, her one arm still holding her shirt closed.

"You shouldn't go alone," John stated.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Em admitted.

They walked together down to the spot they had used earlier that morning. They were careful to avoid his trip wire.

"Clever of you, the way you did that," Em claimed.

"Thanks. I only hope it works," John confessed.

He watched as Em moved behind the same rock. She used both hands to undo her pants and her shirt hung open enough for him to see the sides of both of her breasts. He tried not to think about it but somehow his brain still programmed in their size and shape. He thought them to be nice B or even C cups. Then he tried to unsuccessfully banish such thoughts from his mind. He kept telling himself to be real.

He was still trying when Em finished and walked back out towards him. Her hand was back holding her shirt. Her beautiful combed blonde hair blew nicely in the wind that was accompanying the coming dusk. 

"You know, I should go too while we're here together," John proclaimed.

"Okay ... I'll wait," said Em.

John walked back over to the two rocks he had used before. His swollen right hand hurt so badly now he struggled with his belt and zipper. He was right handed and not accustomed to using his left to unzip his pants. He was working the zipper down when he felt Em's presence beside him. He turned as she stood beside him.

"How's your hand?" Em asked.

He showed her, "Hurts a bit," John confessed as she examined it.

"Need help?" Em questioned but didn't wait for an answer.

"Aah ... ungh," John stammered.

"It's okay, John. I'm not a little girl. I've done this before, you know, and not just to myself," Em said matter-a-factly.

When his zipper was down, John claimed, "Aah ... I can take it from here."

"You sure?" Em questioned, with her hands down on the flaps of his pants leaving her shirt open enough to see all of her right breast and erect pink nipple.

"God," John moaned. "You better let me do this."

His cock was stirring from the sight of her breast and her hands on his pants. If they stood like this much longer he might pop out through the slit in his boxers. A hardon would make it difficult to piss too. 

"You sure? I can help," Em said, but a mischievous smile crossed her lips as she looked at him.

"I think so," John said.

"I'd gladly help," Em said, her right hand toying with the hole in his boxers. 

"I c-c-can do it," John stuttered.

"Okay," Em said, and she seemed reluctant to back away.

He waited for her to get back where she was before on the hill. He used his left hand to fish his semi-hard cock from his shorts. It took a second for the stream to start given his current state and thoughts. When he finished he put himself away just as Em reappeared. 

"Should I help you close back up?" she asked, but again didn't wait for an answer. 

The back of her right hand seemed to rub up against him as she zipped him back up. She helped him with the button and the belt too. His cock had begun to harden further from her touch and closeness. Her right tit touching his shirt covered arm. The beginnings of a bulge at his crotch didn't escape either of them. 

They walked back to the camp, avoided the vine, and gathered around the fire. They still lacked a means to start the fire and John tried working with the rocks again. He was even less successful than the night before given his hand. It was swollen from the injury and subsequent use to twice its normal size. He should have been icing it but that was not possible. 

They gave up on the fire and just crawled into the hut. John couldn't open coconuts either so they settled for a dinner of peanuts and cookies, which Em didn't mind. They each had a Pepsi.

"Em, I think I figured out a way to fix your bra and shirt," John proposed.

She was spending less time holding it, giving him more and more open looks. The tightness of the tank top prevented there being enough extra to tie off the bottom to hold it together. Her bra split in two was useless in its current state. 




Castaways Ch. 02



"How's that, John?" Em asked.

"I think I can put some holes on either of the sides with the scissors and use the medical tape from the kit to hold the sides back together again."

"That just might work," Em agreed.

"All you have to do is put your ... ," he started to say, "coat on."

Em had already popped her shoulders out of the shirt and proceeded to take it off right before him. He cursed himself for looking and then for not being able to get the fire started so there would be more light. Em was already handing it to him. He took it, trying not to stare at her gorgeous breasts. Even in the dim light from the rising moon he could see enough to be enthralled. Her quarter sized aureoles and distended nipples were perfectly centered in two beautiful pert mounds. They looked invitingly soft and yet firm at the same time. 

John could feel his mouth getting dry despite having just drunk the Pepsi. He took the shirt from Em as she handed it to him, followed by the bra. She seemed to be in no particular hurry as she reached for her coat. He stole glances as she put it on. Her resilient mounds quivering erotically with every move. "God, damn," John thought.

He bored two holes through the cups of the bra on the inside. He just happened to notice 34C on the tab, not that he was looking for it. He fed the white medical tape through the holes and wound it through twice. It worked remarkably well and in the dim light you could barely tell the bra wasn't complete. 

Em had settled down on her bed to watch him begin to work on the shirt. He put a series of three holes on each side of the jagged tear where Duane had used his makeshift knife to cut it. He then did the same thing as with the bra. It was much more noticeable than the bra but still worked. She would have to put it on over her head like it was originally designed but it should hold together by itself now without her constantly needing to hold it. He showed Em his work for acceptance when he was done.

"Great, "Em beamed. "That should work just fine."

He handed them to her to put back on. He was anxiously anticipating that she would do it in front of him. She elected to just sleep in her coat for the night, to his disappointment. Her slight smile suggested she could read the disappointment on his face when she said that.

He curled up on his bed too. He faced toward the door to keep watch he told himself. The other reason he couldn't deny was he needed to look away from her in order to try to think of other things. He tried to stay awake as long as he could to stand guard. He hoped the later it got the less chance the three would try anything. He was just starting to doze when he felt Em exhale on the back of his neck and put her arm around him. 

John lay still not knowing what to do. He felt like he was back in high school. Should he turn to her or did she just want to snuggle close for warmth. Was she just being affectionate or looking for more. He wrestled with those thoughts for a few minutes as Em just hugged him. Her closeness was keeping him awake.

"John?" Em whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, Em."

"You think I have nice breasts?"

"They're exquisite, Em," John said, hoping that was a good enough word to describe perfection in his mind. 

"Thanks. My last boyfriend thought so too. Would you like to touch them?" Em asked.

His mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry again. His tongue felt like it was curled up in the back of his throat as he tried to speak.

"Em ... I aah ... I don't ..."

"I want you to touch me, John. I told you last night I'm here for you but tonight I could really use you to be here for me."

He turned towards her and she allowed him the room to move. Her face was just above his as he looked into her eyes. He could see a hunger there that he knew he felt as well. He started to talk but she kissed him before he could do more than open his mouth. He kissed her back several times. They were soft tender kisses that grew more ardent with each one. Her tongue invaded his mouth and he held her head as they kissed deeply. 

Her lips were so soft and the taste of her thrilled him. Her right hand had been on his chest but he felt it move slowly lower. He continued to kiss her as she reached his groin and found the outline of his stiffening cock in his pant leg. She squeezed it making him groan into her mouth. They kissed more passionately and her hand rubbed his stiffening cock. He was just wondering what he should do next, when she broke the kiss and slid down lower on his body. 

The hands that had deftly undone his pants before were at it again. He looked into her eyes and he felt first the belt give way, then the button, and then the zipper. She moved between his parted legs and grabbed the top of his pants. He knew what she wanted next and raised his hips as his pants disappeared down his legs. He helped her kick off his shoes and she pulled the pants the rest of the way off. 

Em's focus shifted to his boxers which were sticking up practically straight in the air, and she pulled those as she had his pants. When they cleared his hips his dick sprang out like a spring. Being 6'3", John was big all over. He wasn't huge but his wife and previous girlfriends had wooed enough over his cock to let him know it was better than average. At seven inches, it waved like a totem pole before Em.

"Oh, wow," Em said. "I thought so."

"What ... you thought what?" John asked quizzically, 'What could she mean.'

"I thought I could tell earlier when I helped you open your pants that you were big," Em said.

"You did?"

"Yeah," Em said, curling her cool fingers around his hot flesh. 

"Oh, god, Em. We shouldn't be doing this. We should be watching for those guys."

"You watch," Em said, giggling and licking his cockhead.

"Okay, but it's going to be hard to concentrate and hear sounds," John proclaimed.

"I'll try to be quiet," Em said jokingly. "Besides, you might be the one making most of the noise."

She sucked John's cockhead into her mouth making him groan as if to prove her point. Her tongue teased the underside of his shaft just below the head mercilessly. 

"Oh, damn," John gasped.

"God, I love sucking dick," Em said, quickly removing and putting back his cock.

"Oh, my, that's good. Where did you learn to do this so well?"

"My last boyfriend liked me to suck his cock. I loved it too so I didn't mind at all. I love the feel of it in my mouth. I also don't mind the taste like some girls I know," Em stated.

"Oh geez," John growled as she took more of his cock into her mouth. 

"Want to see something?" Em asked after pulling off.

"What?"

She just smiled and took him back in her mouth. She sank lower taking him into her throat. She gagged slightly at his length and drew off but she had taken almost the whole thing. Saliva linked her mouth to his cock as she pulled away. Em quickly slurped it back up and took him down once again until her nose pressed against his groin and into his pubic hair. 

"Oh, god, Em. No one's ever done that to me before," John avowed.

"You like?" she smiled at him saying.

"It feels incredible," John claimed.

"Just lie back and let me work. You're supposed to be watching the door," Em chided.

She licked his balls and took them into her mouth making him moan loudly. Next she licked up the shaft and all around the head. Then she took him deep again and he grunted his sheer pleasure at the feeling of her throat and the muscles at work there. 'God, she can give head better than anyone I've known,' John thought. His wife had been good but never able to deepthroat. 

Em seemed as hungry to make him cum as he was. Her mouth and hands had his balls churning in no time. She started with a deep slow stroke and bob that had him moaning constantly. She gradually increased her tempo but stayed more shallow, sucking and licking just the head, but stroking twice as fast. John's moans became loud groans despite his desire to be silent. What she was doing to him was just too wonderful not to react. He had to warn her too.

"Em, I'm going to cum," John gasped.

Em stopped only long enough to gasp out, "Let me taste you, John."

She didn't have long to wait. His cockhead expanded in her mouth and his cock throbbed with pent up need just before it exploded in her mouth. He hadn't cum for a while and Em was a bit caught off guard by the amount. The first blast nearly filled her mouth and the second did that plus caused her to leak some. He swallowed quickly, just in time to take the rest of his weakening stream. She could feel her pussy itching terribly as she drank his cum. She would have liked to shove her hand into her pants but just concentrated on his pleasure instead. 

John moaned repeatedly as the bliss of her blowjob drove him crazy. It took a while before he could even move. Em had not stopped nursing on his cock even though it had already started to go flaccid. She drained every drop from his cock and cleaned him until he had to pull her off. 

"Oh, geez, Em. That was the best ever," John exclaimed.

"Thanks. I enjoyed it too," Em said smiling.

"My turn now," John said.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me, John. I need to feel you inside me," Em extolled.

"I have something else in mind first," John said, shifting places with her. 

"What?"

"You'll see," John said, helping her with her pants. 

When Em was naked, as he was from the waist down, he had her lie back. She was curious though what he was up to and leaned up on her elbows. It was hard to see everything in the dark but the moonlight was strong. None of Em's boyfriends had ever eaten her before. They were usually too quick to want to fuck. Of course she knew about such things but had never experienced it.

"What're you going to do?" Em asked watching him settle between her legs with his face inches above her cunt.

"Return the favor," John said and kissed her belly just above her trimmed blonde mound.

Em had trimmed herself for the bikinis she had hoped to wear on the beach with her mom. She moaned softly now as John looked directly at her sex. She knew she was wet from giving him head and her pussy throbbed with the need to be touched.

John wished for more light. The sight before him made his deflated cock stir again. Like her nipples, her pussy was pink. Her outer labia were pouting with need and John could make out the petals of her inner lips. He kissed down the sides of her pussy, making Em moan more. She could feel more wetness seep into her sex as she envisioned him eating her pussy. 'God, lick it please, John,' Em thought.

He could smell the urgency of her need. The heady smell filled his nostrils and made his cock pulse even more. John moved closer, kissing her outer labia and licking the tiny blonde hairs. He used his fingers to part her lips causing Em to groan loudly. 

"Watch the door," John said, looking at her straining face.

"Oh, yeah," Em said, turning her head towards it. "Oh, god, John, don't make me wait."

John looked at the deep pink of her inner sex. The moonlight glistened in the moistness of her exposed cunt. He listened to her and swiped his tongue from the bottom, near her hole, up and over her clit hood. Em grunted loudly and put her hands into his hair. He kissed back down one side and repeated it drawing the same response. 'Shit, this is almost better than fucking,' Em thought. 'I could let him do this forever.'

John could tell Em was ready to explode if he really attacked her. He had loved eating his wife and knew well the signs she used to make before screaming through an orgasm. Em was showing every sign of being tight as a bowstring. Licking and sucking her in a few key spots would be all it would take. He wiggled his tongue into her cunt hole. 

"Oh, fuck," Em barked, pushing his head hard against her cunt.

John wiggled his tongue inside her trying to hit different spots. Each one seemed to cause greater reaction from Em. After a while, he extracted his tongue and replaced it with his finger. Em moaned loudly as he pushed it into her to the second knuckle. He used his other hand to pull back on the top of her cunt. Even in the dim light he could see a little knob expose itself to his assault.

Em growled, "Oh, shit, John. Make me cum please."

He dove for her clit with his lips as he pushed his finger in deep enough to rub her g-spot. He sucked her little nubbin into his mouth and that was all it took. He sucked on it and teased it from inside his mouth with his tongue. Em arched off his lifejacket bed and screamed way too loud. She pushed his head harder against her sex as the shockwaves of her orgasm crashed on the shores of her brain. 

"Oh, fuck," Em howled. "Mmmm ... godddd ... aah .... "

John didn't let up. He kept using his finger inside her and sucking her sensitive clit. She ground her cunt against his face like she was trying to push him inside. John kept at her until he was sure she couldn't take any more. Then he tapered her down. Em's chest heaved and her ragged breathing echoed off the back wall. She finally collapsed down on the lifejackets. 

John left her clit alone as he knew it was probably tingling with the aftermath of her recent climax. Instead he pushed a second finger inside her which made her gasp. He sucked on her inner petals and licked the top of her hole where his fingers were moving in and out in a fucking motion. Em couldn't believe her body's reaction. She had never cum more than once in a love session. Yet she could feel a stirring in her loins that signaled that she was reaching again towards one. 

Em sighed with disappointment when John pulled his fingers from her cunt. But she squealed again with delight when his tongue replaced them, wiggling like a landed fish gasping for air. His wet finger exposed her still sensitive clit and teased all around it without actually touching it. It drove her mad with lust. Her mind was blank and she had long since stopped paying attention to the door. 

John quickly reversed his hands and tongue. Em growled when his tongue broke contact with her cunt, but when she felt his fingers enter her, she arched off the bed. When his lips sucked on her hyper-sensitive clit, she bucked into his face and came. Her juices flowed like water as her body shook like that same fish. 

"Mother of god," Em gasped. "Oh, fuck ... I'm cumming again ..." 

John teased her into a frenzy and kept at her there until she collapsed panting. Half way through he moved his mouth off her tingling clit and licked her hole for all the sweet juice he could get. John slowed his teasing, let her finally relax, and enjoy the afterglow. 

He moved above her and smiled at her closed eyes and dreamy look. Eventually she opened her eyes and weakly smiled back at him. He tenderly kissed her lips and she could taste herself somewhat on his lips. He then just looked at her as she still tried to breathe normal.

"No one has ever done that for me before," Em stated.

"Did you like it?" John asked but couldn't help but know the answer.

"That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," Em proposed.

"Can I do it again?" John asked smiling.

"Not right now, please," Em said. "I'm not sure I can take it just now."

"I didn't mean now," John said. 

"Anytime you want," Em said smiling back.

"What should we do now?" John asked tenderly.

"I want to feel you inside me, John," Em confessed.

"Let's get this off first," John said, grabbing the bottom of her tank.

Em sat up and let him strip her the rest of the way. He was careful not to ruin the repairs he had done to her top and bra. When her breasts were finally free of clothes again, he got his chance to touch them. They were sensational. They were firm, yet soft, and about the size of grapefruits. The nipples were already stiff and inviting. John had to lean down and suck on her right nipple. It made Em moan and hold his head to her tit. 

"Oh, I love it when someone plays with my tits," Em stated.

"They're exceptional," John said.

"Thanks. Help yourself," Em mused.

"I will," John replied.

He sucked on each of her nipples and kneaded the resilient flesh. He marveled at how they tasted and felt. His wife had nice tits but these were the best ever. John played with them until Em started to groan and pull his hips towards her. He got the idea and let her align his cock with the entrance to her hole. He pushed forward a little and wedged tight into the opening of her cunt.

"Oh, fuck! You're big, so go slowly please," Em announced. 

"Okay," John responded as he pushed again sinking an inch or more in.

"Oh, damn! You're going to fill me completely," Em barked.

"I hope to," John mused.

He pushed again and despite her tightness, her wetness allowed him to sink further into her cunt. John waited a short moment for Em to accept the size and girth of his cock before he thrust again. More cock invaded her body, making her groan with the delicious feelings of being filled. A couple more thrusts and John touched deep inside against her cervix. 

"Oh, my god," Em gasped. "You feel like a bat inside me."

"Should I back out?" John asked but smiled.

"No, no, just give me a minute to get used to being so full."

About a minute was all John gave her before pulling back and thrusting forward again. Em clung to him with her legs wrapped around his hips. His chest flattened her magnificent breasts. He kissed her as she relished the movements of his cock inside her pussy. John stuck to a slow pace for a while. It was not enough to get him off but was driving Em crazy. Her pussy muscles clung to his cock on each inward and outward movement. Her body was careening towards a beautiful climax.

"Mmmm ... that's so good," Em lauded. 

John fucked her slowly till she had a nice orgasm. She hugged him tightly and kissed his face. He let her relax a little but started fucking her again with a little more tempo. Em was used to guys finishing quickly inside her. She was normally on the pill but had lost those in the crash. Even though that was only the day before, she wasn't sure she should let me finish inside her.

"John, it might not be safe," Em said.

"Okay, I'll pull out," John agreed.

It didn't take long for them both to reach a fevered state. Em's pussy was so tight it clung to John like a velvety soft glove. His cock felt like a huge wonderful battering ram inside her. John fought hard to keep from cumming so he could get her off before he pulled out. Em reached her peak and clamped down hard with her pussy. She bucked into him and pulled him tight to her body. He watched as she gasped through part of her orgasm until he couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pulled out of her cunt and jerked his cock off on her belly. His first shot coated part of her left tit. The rest covered her stomach and filled her bellybutton.

"Oh, god," John said, falling off her to the right.

They lay side by side until both of them had calmed. Em could feel his cum on her stomach growing watery and cold. She used her bra to wipe herself off. She figured she could wash it in the morning. John was still on his back watching her move. Her magnificent tits swayed with each swipe of her hand or movement of her body. His deflated cock was soaked too in her juices. 

John had a big smile on his face as he watched her clean herself. She smiled back and leaned over and kissed him.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," Em said, kissing him again. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome," John replied.

Em fondled his wet and deflating cock. I think I really like this guy," Em said jokingly.

John tweaked her nipples, "Same here."

They finished cleaning up, dressed, and John made room for Em next to him. She quickly pulled her lifejacket bed next to his forming one larger one. John felt good that this might be the permanent sleeping arrangement from now on. They lay back listening to the night wind and for any sounds. They didn't hear any and soon drifted off to sleep with Em's head on his chest. 




Castaways Ch. 02



The rocks in the can made a sound startling John. He bolted upright and with Em beside him, she felt him move. It was still dark outside, just before dawn. Next they heard groans and then what sounded like thrashing. John jumped to his knees. He grabbed the small scissors from his back pocket and a club he had. He wished he'd had more time for making weapons. He moved to the door, looked out, and then got up outside the hut. Em moved to the doorway with the flare gun in hand.

The sight before them made them both freeze in astonishment. John's booby trap had worked beyond his wildest dreams. On the other side of the old campfire, both Manuel and Pacho lay or hung speared by the boards from the trees. Manuel must have tripped the vine since he was in front. He apparently had stopped in his tracks when he did which was a huge mistake. The sharpened board from one of the palms had swung loose with the broken vine trip wire and come swinging down. John had only hoped that they would actually hit someone but Manuel had stood right in its path.

He must have turned slightly to his right before the point hit him as it had entered his body on the right side of his stomach. John couldn't see an exit wound, so it must have struck bone, and probably shattered inside him. Surprisingly, the vine holding the board had held up in the palm and Manuel, not yet dead, was on his knees staring straight at them. He had a faraway look in his eyes and what looked like a spear in his hand.

Pacho had, unfortunately for him, been about a step behind his brother. Like Manuel, he had turned towards the oncoming board that struck his brother, apparently never seeing the one from the other palm. It hit Pacho above his left kidney and exited out the right side of his stomach. His vine, however, had broken under his weight and he lay dead in a heap behind Manuel, the board protruding from his back.

John was in shock until he heard Duane scream and throw something at him. It was a spear like Manuel's and just missed John as he sidestepped to the right. It went through the side of the hut and disappeared inside. Duane was screaming again as he charged John with the same large piece of broken shell he had used on Em's shirt and bra. John had little time to react before Duane slammed into him and the two of them into the front of the hut. John's back hit the driftwood supports of the hut cracking something. He felt a sharp pain in his back and dropped the board as they rolled to the ground. Duane was on top of him and still screaming.

"You fuckin' bastard! I'll kill you," Duane hollered.

He brought his right hand with the shell down hard at John. John's back was on the sand but he managed to catch Duane's hand on the descent with his good left hand. The scissors on his fingers of that hand just hung there useless to him. Duane pushed down with all his might, trying to stab John with the long sharpened end of the shell. It was fortunate that John was using his good left hand to hold Duane's right but Duane had the downward leverage on him. Duane was able to use his body weight to further strengthen his thrust. John fought as hard as he could but sensed he might be losing ground.

Duane tried punching him with his left hand and all John could do was block some of the blows with his right arm. His hand caught one and hurt worse than the punch would have. John tried wrestling Duane off him but the guy had too good of leverage and renewed his pressing attack with the knife-like shell. John could feel himself weakening and the blade was coming closer to his neck. He was looking into Duane's hysterical and determined face. Duane was determined to kill him for what he had done to his friends.

John was just about out of strength and the blade inches from his neck when Duane's facial expression changed dramatically. Suddenly he had a pained look and the strength drained from his arms. John managed to push him off just as a gush of blood sprang from his mouth onto the sand beside him. It was then, John noticed Em standing over him. He also saw a spear protruding from Duane's back. From the blood coming from Duane's mouth and nose and his raspy, shallow breathing, he knew Em had punctured a lung. Duane lasted less than a minute before he completely dropped to the ground from his elbows and knees. 

John jumped up but felt the pain to his back. He put his hand back there and it came back bloody. He must have stabbed himself on one of the pieces of driftwood in the hut. It didn't feel too deep though. John saw that Manuel had already slumped over, but the board and vine remarkably still held him up somehow. Em was hugging John and crying. He held her tightly as he surveyed what had happened in less than five minutes. All three of the men were dead. 

He held Em for a long time until her crying stopped. When she stopped he led her back to the hut and told her to wait inside. He didn't want her to see any more of the carnage that covered their campsite. John's back hurt, his hand hurt, his leg hurt, and he was still catching his breath, but he managed to cut Manuel down with Duane's makeshift knife. 

He used the vines to tie around the feet of the dead bodies and one by one dragged them from the camp and down onto the beach. He planned to bury them later after he rested a bit. He cleaned up the blood by just throwing more sand over it. He dismantled the rest of his trip wires. John had the camp somewhat back to normal but the time he went to Em in the hut. She was curled up on the bed in a fetal position. He lay down and hugged her. She squeezed his arm back. 

That day they buried the bodies but not before removing a lighter from the pockets of each of them. They also surprisingly found bags of condoms on Manuel and Pacho. They learned their full names from their wallets. They had been from Miami. 

Afterwards, they ate coconut and peanuts again, chasing it with water. Em wanted to know why those guys would've had so many condoms on them. The only explanation John could come up with was maybe they were mules, traffickers of narcotics, and used the condoms to put the cocaine in before somehow stuffing them inside their bodies. He had heard or read somewhere of such crazy things. Some people had even died from overdoses when the condoms broke.



Castaways Ch. 03



After burying the three apparent drug runners, Em and John now felt safe enough to explore the rest of the island. They had been basically living on the western third and leaving most of the rest to the three guys. They strolled down the beach and John was pleased when Em took his hand. Sure they had worries, plenty of them like would they ever be rescued, have enough food and water, but now at least they weren't threatened with daily peril. 

John's right hand was still swollen, his one calf had an ugly bruise, and his back had required Em to use the medical kit to dress the wound, but all in all, at least they were relatively safe now. They even had lighters to make fires. More clothes would have been nice, since they only had those on their backs, but other needs were more pressing than that on a tropical island.

They walked the whole way around the east end of the island. They found an old sea turtle shell John thought they could use, so he carried that back. It would make a decent wash basin or something to collect rainwater in, if it ever rained. After going most of the way around the eastern side of the island, they headed inland to try to find where the other three guys had been camping. It wasn't long before they found it. 

John had thought those guys lazy but was surprised to find they had actually done a few things. Somehow they had managed to carry a twelve foot section of the broken wing from the plane up into the palms. They had braced it against a couple of palms and used it to create a lean-to. It had driftwood walls and palm fronds to break the wind. It wasn't huge but the three guys would have fit inside. 

They left the structure intact in case they ever needed a quick replacement to their own and searched the rest of their camp. John found around the fireplace they had used a lot of evidence of where they had made the spears and sharpened shells. He found cut lengths of bamboo which he hadn't seen so far on the island. He told Em they should search for where the guys found that on the way back to camp. They found a lot of empty, eaten coconuts, which told some of how the guys were getting nourishment. 


They walked back through the palms and over the rocks. It was slower going than on the beach but offered commanding views of parts of the island and other potential camp sites. They found the crops of bamboo the guys had been cutting to make their spears. It was a small patch but might come in handy. Bamboo was incredibly strong and the straight shoots could be used for many things. 

Em found a spot near the bamboo where one particular big rock had a natural large basin on top of it. There was a small amount of dirty water pooled in the bottom and evidence there had been more. Bird droppings around the rock suggested they knew of it too. With the proper cage built over top to keep the birds out, the basin might actually collect enough clean rain water to help sustain them. They were down to about half a case of water and three six packs of Pepsi. The peanuts were half gone but fortunately the island still had lots of coconuts. 

"We're going to need more protein to survive," John was telling Em as they returned to camp. 

"Where're we going to get that?" Em asked.

"From the sea," John claimed. "We need to start fishing and catching crabs, finding clams too. 

"I was never big on seafood," Em complained with a frown.

"Well, babe, I think you better start now," John said jokingly.

"Babe, huh," Em retorted smiling.

"What? Is that not okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine, John," Em replied kissing him sweetly.

When they broke the kiss, John said, "Well, we better get ..."

"How about we try out one of those condoms first," Em offered with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, you want to go again?" John queried with a big smile.

"Let's just say my boyfriend never had to ask me twice," Em claimed giggling.

John laughed, but kissed her, and then pulled her by the hand into the hut. They both stripped quickly. Em pushed him flat and kissed his still soft cock while looking up into his eyes. Hers twinkled as she watched him watch her kiss and fondle his cock until it was hard. John had her move around and sit on his chest. They 69'd each other until both were ready to explode.  

Em crawled off him to grab a condom. She smiled at him as she adeptly placed the thing on his dick. 

"Now I can feel you cum inside me," Em said, climbing back over him and positioning his cock at her entrance.

"I'd rather it be without one of those," John claimed.

"Me too, but we might not like dealing with my pregnancy on this island," Em astutely claimed.

She settled down on his cock until it seated in her pussy. She cooed as it reached up into her depths and spread her wide. It took a few moments to make the whole delicious descent onto his cock. Em reveled in the wonderful feelings of being stuffed full of John's cock. When she bottomed out, she just stayed there momentarily letting the blissful sensations wash over her body. 

John moaned softly as Em settled completely down on his cock. Her nipples had hardened on their own but now his fingers teased the beautiful pink buds. He was so glad to be able to finally see her charms in the daylight. She was even more beautiful than he had conceived in the dark the night before. Her pert tits barely moved as she slowly took him into her body. 

Em started very slow. They had both been close to cumming from the oral attentions, but the slowness of her descent on his cock had allowed both of them to recover slightly. She wanted to enjoy every precious moment of their coupling and feel every inch of his cock as it stretched and reached deep inside her. She groaned quietly as her pussy clung to his dick up and down. His fingers on her nipples added to her bliss.

"God, you feel so good," John extolled.

"I love your long thick cock," Em expressed, smiling down on him. "I could ride you like this forever."

"Be my guest," John quipped back, also smiling at her.

Em sped up a little, "Oh, god, I think you're going to make me cum soon."

"Just go slow, babe, and I'll last longer," John claimed.

"I don't know if I can," Em implored. "My body is crying to cum on your big dick."

"Do it then," John stated.

Em couldn't hold back as her tight pussy took over for her brain and urged her on. John's hands were still on her beautiful tits, kneading the resilient flesh and watching her mounds bounce erotically. He started to push up into her as well and that was enough for Em. She gasped and bucked on his hips. She ground her cunt down hard on his pubic bone getting the much desired stimulation to her clit. 

"Oh, god," Em groaned as she came on his cock. 

John could feel more of her wetness on his balls as he fucked up into her. His own orgasm starting to brew like a caldron. Em's pussy clamped hard on his cock, restricting the movement inside her. It helped John hold off but the tightness was so exquisite it made him groan loudly too. He waited for Em to recover before starting to fuck her again. He rolled her over to fuck her from on top this time. Em ended up in the sand but didn't care. 

John started slowly to allow her time to catch up. He tried holding back as long as he could but his body screamed for release. Soon he was fucking her with hard pounding thrusts, driving her cute ass into the sand. Em's only reaction was to wrap her long legs around his hips and urge him to pound her even more, which he did. Time seemed to stand still for both of them. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the wonderful pleasures each felt as John's cock fucked relentlessly into Em's depths. He was careful not to pound her cervix as he increased his thrusts. 

"Oh, fuck!" Em screamed. "Mmmm ... make me cum again, lover. Make me your woman."

"Oh, shit, Em! I'm almost there," John yelled. 

"Do it! Cum inside me! Let me feel you shoot off in my pussy," Em barked.

"Oh, fuck, here it comes," John cried out.

"Ahh ... fuck me, John," Em implored as her own orgasm hit simultaneously with his.

John continued to pound his cock into Em's tightly clenching cunt. His seed poured from his cock, filling the reservoir end of the condom.  She bucked beneath him, using her legs to pull him into her. Her orgasmic bliss rippling through her body deliciously. He made her cum better than any of her younger lovers ever had.  She climaxed along with him until they both were spent. 

John lay on top of Em, supporting himself on his elbows until he felt the condom start to slip on his deflating cock. He pulled back in time to take the condom with him. He rolled to the side, onto the lifejackets. Em leaned over against his heaving chest, her soft naked tits pressing wonderfully into his arm. She kissed the nipple on his chest and licked around it. As their breathing slowly returned, they looked into each other's eyes.

"That was wonderful," Em said, with a big smile on her face.

"You're unbelievable," John exclaimed.

"You're not so bad yourself," Em quipped.

They kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss, Em cast her eyes down to his flaccid cock. The condom was hanging loosely. John had not removed it yet. Em reached out and pulled it off him. His cock was covered with cum and so was the inside of the condom. Em held it up to examine it with a smile on her face.

"What?" he queried.

"You made quite a deposit," Em joked, chuckling and holding up the used condom.

"Thanks to you," John stated.

"Maybe so but I think those big balls of yours had something to do with it too," Em expressed with a laugh.

"Well, that too," John allowed, chuckling with her.

"Good bit of protein in here, right?" Em asked with a devilish smile.

"True," John agreed.

"Maybe I shouldn't let it go to waste," Em proclaimed, giggling.

"Maybe not," John replied, thinking the same nasty thought.

Em laughed, "You'd like to watch that, wouldn't ya?"

"It's up to you," John explained.

"Well, I'd do it if you really wanted me too but I've done it before and hate the latex taste it gets from these things," Em said, making a funny face.

"Okay, you silly girl," John answered.

Em put it aside and looked back down at John's soft wet cock. That too would have the taste of latex on it. Em could feel sand in her hair and on her back. She suddenly realized a bath would be nice.

"How about a swim to clean off?" Em asked.

"Good idea," John said.

He watched her turn and scamper naked out the door, her glistening pussy evident as she ducked to exit. He chased after her but she was fast and reached the beach first. He wished he had been in front to watch her run. She ran right to the water's edge and into the surf. He followed close behind. She appeared to be a strong swimmer but stopped just after clearing the breaking waves. He caught up with her. It was low tide and they were only in chest deep water, her tits breaking the surface erotically with each mini wave that passed. The nipples were distended and tight. John knew he'd get hard again just from watching this beauty if he kept staring.

"You like what you see?" Em said, breaking his concentration on her tits. 

"Absolutely. Too much in fact. I think I could start again," John allowed.

"Nothing wrong with that," Em said, maneuvering into his arms and wrapping her incredible legs around his waist just so his cock rested in the hollow of her ass.

"God, I could spend all day making love to you," John claimed.

"Why don't you," Em offered with a snicker.

"We've got things we should be doing," John proclaimed. "We should start fishing for dinner."

"You know I just thought of something," Em said.

"What's that?"

"If you fuck me in the salt water it would act as a natural douche. You could cum inside me and the salt water would take care of everything," Em avowed.

"It's risky but you might be right," John agreed.

"Care to try it," Em said giggling and wiggling her ass on his cock. 

"You're insatiably," John professed but with a smile.

"I know it," Em said. "I don't understand girls that treat sex like a job. I love it."

Em kissed him deeply. Her ass wiggling on his cock was having the desired effect. The waves made it hard for John to hold her still but they weren't powerful enough to cause too much trouble. Her tongue was teasing the inside of his mouth and making his cock stiff. He let her slide down his body a little. Em knew what he wanted and helped him enter her. He slid inside her warm wet hole easily. 

"Oh, my god. I love your magnificent cock," Em mused.

They fucked in the light surf, going slowly at first, and then building to an aggressive pace. Em came quickly, cooing in his ear. She was easy to hold up with the buoyancy of the salt water. He pumped into her wet cunt as the warm tropical water caressed their bodies. Having cum recently, John fucked her for a good while making her cum again before he deposited his seed deep inside her. They clung tightly together, finally enjoying the feel of his discharge inside her. 

Em kissed him affectionately until his cock softened inside her and dropped free. He let her down and she reached between her legs to open herself to the salt water. She spread her legs, hoping the water would enter her all the way.

They frolicked in the water for a little while and tried to get the sand and sweat from their bodies. Soap and shampoo would have been nice but they had neither. 

After bathing and drying in the sun, they started thinking about food. Both were starved. They drank a Pepsi each, downed some peanuts, and opened another coconut. They ate but longed for something more substantial to eat. 

John took one of the spears they had from the attack and went down to the beach. Em offered to find driftwood and palm fronds for a fire. They had several empty coconut shells too. Both were glad they had little to fear of Em being attacked as before. 

John had seen crabs many times in the surf but they proved hard to catch bare handed. He found a few clams by digging down at the water's edge. He wished he had a knife to pry them open. Next he tried his hand at spear fishing but that proven as hard as crabbing. He could see plenty of fish swimming around him, even some big ones, but stabbing them was a whole other matter. He tried for a good half hour and could feel the hot sun starting to burn his bare shoulders. He only had his boxers on. Finally, he stabbed a nice size one by holding the spear just above the water and waiting patiently for one to get right in front of him. He yelled his success to Em as he ran from the beach.

"Oh, wow," Em said when she saw his catch. 

He used pointed shells to force open the clams and cut the head and tail off the fish. He cleaned out the insides and skewered it on a piece of bamboo. Using salt water, and the turtle shell, he put the clams in the water and suspended the shell with more bamboo and rocks over the fire Em had made. He made a crude spit for the fish and put that over the fire too. It took a while to see any results but soon they could smell the fish cooking and the water beginning to cook the clams into a soup. 

An hour later, they were eating the fish and using the coffee can to drink the soup. They shared a pointed stick to stab the clams inside the can. Em had to admit it was the best tasting fish she had ever eaten. They joked about that as they ate. 

After dinner, John examined the plastic covered map but couldn't determine much other than there were only a few small islands shown in the area he believed them to be in. They had not seen any signs of a search plane or boat. He wondered if they were concentrating the search more south of them, believing they had stayed close to the original course. Maybe they were starting to widen the search now. He hoped they hadn't given up, thinking them at the bottom of the sea. 

John watched Em, sitting on the beach from near the high water line, as she stood naked in the surf and cleaned the turtle shell and coffee can out with seawater. His thoughts were of his son back home, probably thinking him dead. As he watched the beautiful girl that was his only companion on this deserted island, he was sad thinking about his son, but had to admit his circumstances could be far worse. 

When she was finished, Em walked back towards him carrying the shell and can. Her firm breasts bounced exotically making his cock stir despite two good bouts of sex already that day and one the night before. He smiled to himself thinking if he had the stamina to keep up with his young lover. She saw his smile as she neared and smiled back.

"Like the view, sailor," Em quipped.

"None better," John avowed.

"That kind of talk might get you lucky again, old man," Em said chuckling. "Think you can handle it?"

"I was just wondering the same thing, young lady," John retorted. 

Em laughed standing before him and he loved watching her tits jiggle as she did. Her flat stomach and flared hips seemed to focus his gaze right to the center of her charms. He could make out the top of her labia just below the water-dripping patch of blonde pubic hair. 'God, she's a sight,' John thought. 

"Still hungry?" Em said, as she thrust her hips forward giving him the idea of want she intended to feed him.

"I'm always up for dessert," John mused.

"I'm afraid it might be a little salty tasting," Em replied, referring to the drops clinging to her patch of fur.

"I don't mind," John answered, standing up with the beginnings of an erection.

"Nice," Em quipped.

He picked her up and she squealed as he did. He carried her back the short distance to their camp. She held his head down and kissed him as he walked. Her tongue was like a wicked serpent as it danced over his lips, sought his tongue, and probed into his mouth. While he had fished earlier, Em had made an outside bed of palm fronds on the opposite side of the fire from the hut. They had sat there when they ate but also now he realized she might have had another purpose in mind. They no longer had to be secretive of their lovemaking. He set her down on the mat and took the shell and can from her.

Em watched with rapt interest as he climbed between her parted legs. He pushed them open further and reveled in the sight of her pussy all wet and pink and calling to him. John settled between her legs but glanced up into her eyes; their blueness couldn't hide the wanton lust she was feeling at that moment. She remembered the first and only other time she had been eaten, by him the previous night, and the thoughts of the pleasures he could provide with his tongue and lips made her pussy moisten. 

John kissed the insides of her splayed thighs. They were soft and still white, mostly untanned as of yet. He focused his attention in smaller and smaller circles around her pussy which made Em moan lightly waiting for the delicious contact.

"Please don't tease me, John," Em grunted. "You're driving me crazy."

"That's the idea," John stated with a chuckle.

"Oh, god," Em gasped as he relented and kissed right on her covered clit.

John licked all around her outer labia, tasting the salt from the seawater on her flesh. He moved slowly inward and licked her parted gash. He chewed lightly on the inner lips, before finally boring his tongue into her cunt. Em stiffened and groaned with pleasure as his tongue invaded the rim of her twat and licked repeatedly around it. The nerve endings tingled deliciously as John licked and sucked on her cunt. Em's hands curled in his hair and pressed him to her. 

He worked upwards, parted her lips more, and pushed up with his fingers on the hood protecting her little knob. He looked at it as it appeared in the late day sun, all pink and moist. He dragged his tongue across it and Em growled with lust. John worked her into a fevered pitch as he inserted a finger in her tight hole. Em pushed harder on his head and her legs closed instinctively around his ears. He sucked on her clit, teased it with his tongue, and fucked her with his finger. Em couldn't hold back anymore and exploded with a powerful orgasm. John shifted down and licked up her nectar. 




Castaways Ch. 03



He tapered her off but then started up again. Em groaned loudly as he inserted another finger in her and ate her pussy to another mind-blowing orgasm. As she climaxed, he again drank her juices but also teased around her puckered pink asshole with his finger. While she was still cumming he pushed the tip inside her tight wet virgin asshole. It seemed to prolong her cum. 

Em lay still after her fabulous climax waned. Her gorgeous chest quivered as she fought to catch her breath. He kissed her delicious pussy and wiped his wet face with the back of his hand. He sat up and watched Em until she recovered.

"Wow," she moaned, finally leaning up on her elbows. "You do that amazingly."

"I love doing it to you," John claimed.

"God, I think you drained all the strength from me," Em said chuckling. 

"Just lay there for a while," John said.

"What about you?" Em said pointing to his stiff cock. 

John glanced at himself. Pre-cum had oozed from the head of his cock making it glisten in the setting sun. 

"I'll be alright," he said.

"Nonsense," Em stated, "let me suck you now."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Em. I'm not sure I can cum again easily."

"Are you degrading my sucking skills," Em lamented but with a smile. 

"Not at all, but I'm a little ... "

"Let me try," Em said, shifting around and changing places with him.

She sucked his cock for ten minutes. It felt incredible but he still hadn't cum. She took his cock deep which drove him crazy but he still didn't cum. Finally, she sat up, her mouth tired. 

"Okay, we'll try this," Em said moving into position to mount him. 

"Shouldn't we get a condom?" John claimed.

"No, you'll need to feel all of me; besides I can do what we did this afternoon," Em stated.

Her wet pussy sank right down on his cock. She did feel exquisite to John. The tightness of her cunt could do the trick. She rode him hard for ten minutes and came twice more herself. He turned her over after the last one and fucked her hard for another ten minutes. It was dark by the time he pumped his load of sperm into her belly. Em came with him one more time at the end.

John fell off of her exhausted. His dick was sore and his balls ached. They both lay panting for a long time. Eventually, Em sat up.

"My god! No one's ever fucked me like that before. I think you finally managed to wear me out too," she chuckled. "I might be walking bowlegged for a week."

They laughed until she realized she better go wash out her pussy. He went with her into the surf to wash off too. They didn't go too far out. John was cautious of sharks at night when they couldn't see well. 

They went back to the camp and started a fire. They sat around it drinking a Pepsi and finishing the last of the cookies. Em was sorry to see those go. Apparently, she had a sweet tooth. 

"I guess I'm just going to have to get my sugar from you," Em said jokingly. 

"God, don't even mention sex," John quipped.

They laughed and talked about other things. What they planned to do when they got back home. Em might miss college if they weren't rescued soon. She asked if he thought they would ever be rescued. 

"I think so," John said but not with a lot of conviction.

"How long do you think we can survive on this island before we're rescued?" Em asked.

"That depends on water and food. We should be able to find food but water might be a problem if we don't find a way to get some soon."

"Yeah," Em agreed. 

They slept deeply that night, cuddled together in their new larger bed. They stayed naked and only put coats on as blankets for warmth. It was bright sunshine out by the time they woke. John was the first up and out of the hut. He cracked a few coconuts for when Em got up. He walked down to the beach to look around. No signs of anything but he did notice the sky was pink to the west. 'Could a storm be coming,' he wondered.

He decided to construct a large group of letters using manageable sized rocks to spell out SOS, the universal distress code. He hoped someone flying overhead would see it if they couldn't get to the flare gun or the signal pyre quick enough. He began to work in just his boxers, carrying rocks down to above the high water line and beginning to place them. It was hard finding enough rocks that he could carry easily, yet be big enough to be noticeable. About the size of a softball was perfect.

John was close to having the first S done when he noticed a naked Em watching him from further up the beach. She walked down to him, her gorgeous tits wiggling magnificently, and her smile making everything seem right in the world. They were both getting tan and so far had avoided getting sunburned.

"What're you doing?" Em asked.

"I thought I would make an SOS distress signal on the beach," John replied.

"Can I help?"

"Sure, I'll bring the rocks down and you place them like I've been doing."

"Okay," Em agreed. 

They finished about an hour later, satisfied the letters were big enough to easily see from the air. They drank their coconut juice afterward and ate a light meal.

"We need some vegetables or something else besides just fish," John proclaimed. 

"Yeah, but what?" Em agreed.

"We could use seaweed. It's rich in vitamins I hear."

"Yuck! You mean the stuff on the beach? No, thank you, I'd rather starve," Em complained. 

"Okay, we'll find something else," John stated.

They roamed over the interior of the island after breakfast. Em helped John look for any plant that looked edible. There were grasses but not much for nourishment there. A few bushes neither one of them recognized, but there were also quite a few varieties of plants. Em looked at the leaves and stems while John dug a few up looking for edible roots. He found two that looked promising, and even Em admitted so.

They carted their cargo back to camp to try out. On the way, Em noticed John constantly looking back to the southeast. She could see clouds in the distance. 

"What is it?" Em asked.

"Looks like a storm headed our way," John professed.

"That's good, right, because we need the rain."

"Yes, as long as it isn't too big a storm," John explained. It's too early for hurricane season though."

They got back to camp and began boiling some seawater. They put a couple of small pieces of the root in the water when it was hot enough to cook. 

John had an idea how to catch crabs but he needed a net for his plan to work. They cut the material off the back of one of the jackets they had. While Em cut small square holes in it with the scissors, John made the handle and looped end out of bamboo and a stout vine. They had saved the used condoms, nothing was thrown away that might have some use.  They were washed out in the sea and the stronger, rubber band like end was cut off.   John used those to hold the vine in a loop to the bamboo handle and cut the rest into strips to use to tie the coat backing Em had worked on to the vine. 

They tested their accomplishment and the net worked well enough for the purpose in mind. John dug up the fish head from the night before and tied a six foot piece of thin vine to it. He was going to go fishing for crabs. He hoped to be able to attract them to scavenge on the fish head. Once they were eating, he would slowly pull them up off the seafloor to the surface. He had done this as a kid near Fire Island, on Long Island, and been amazed the crabs would normally hold onto their meal to the surface and often just above it before letting go. He planned to sweep the net under them before or as they fell off. The worst part was the waiting game for the crabs to appear. 

John sank a bamboo pole with a notch in the top and the six foot long vine tied onto it into the sand in about two feet of water. The vine let the fish head rest on the sea floor at low tide. John thought two feet of water would be good enough to draw the crabs yet he would still be able to see them clearly. 

Satisfied he had done everything right, he joined Em sitting on the beach. She had been sunning herself nude while watching him work. She smiled as he took a spot next to her on the sand. 

"Will it work?" Em asked.

"I think so," John responded. 

"How will you know?"

"I have to leave it be a minute to attract the crabs," John explained. 

"Oh, so you're looking for something to do while you wait," Em said, giggling and running her hand down his wet boxer pant leg right to his dick. 

"Em, I have to get up every minute or so," John complained, gently trying to extract her eager fondling hand. 

"That'll be even better," Em replied giggling more.

"What will?"

"Watching you run to your pole with a hard-on," Em said jokingly. 

"Funny," John said, but had to laugh along with her. 

He laid her back on the sand and kissed her passionately. After a minute or so, when it was time to check the bait, he was indeed mostly hard, his cock hanging out the fly of his boxers as he walked down into the surf. He heard Em giggling behind him. 'God, she's going to kill me," John contemplated. 'I'm not used to constant sex and with someone as adorable and aggressive as her.'

John waded out slowly, net in hand, trying not to disturb the water too much. He nearly shrieked with joy when he saw his bait. Three nice sized crabs were vying for space on and around the fish head. John slowly grabbed the vine, careful not to jerk it. Inch by inch he pulled on the vine, paused for a moment when the head came off the bottom not to spook them, before continuing. He managed to get all three crabs just below the surface. He stopped there and swiftly swung the net down in a scooping fashion. He managed to get the net under the three crabs and the fish head before pulling up. One crab bolted, but a second too late to escape, and all of them ended up in the net. John shook them off the fish head and dropped it back into the water. He held his hand over the top of the net in case any of his captives tried to climb up and escape.

He ran back to Em screaming, "I got three. I got three at one time."

Em laughed at him. He was like a little kid that caught his first fish except his still semi-hard cock waggled in front of him outside his boxers obscenely as he ran. He got to Em and showed her his catch. She praised him for being such a good fisherman and followed him up to the camp with them. She watched as John dropped them into the hot water. They just stayed there until they started turning pinkish white. 

"Poor things, dying like that," Em said, somewhat sadly. 

"Hey, you want to eat, don't you?" John exclaimed.

"Yes, of course," Em mocked but laughed with him. 

Back on the beach they repeated the ritual several times. The next two times John got just one each, then he lost one, and then he got two more at once. They were all good sized and they felt they had enough. They cooked all the crabs and checked on the roots. They were starting to soften enough to try to eat. 

They were only going to try small pieces of the roots in case they were poisonous or would make them sick. John only gave Em a small piece to try. He took a little more for himself to give it a good test. They cracked the crabs open using a rock and a flatter rock as a plate. John showed her how to get the meat out of the two big claws and the body. He showed her what to avoid too. For a non-fish eater, Em finished three, and John the other four. The root tasted like a cross between a carrot and a yam. They had no idea what they were eating but two hours later didn't feel any adverse affects. 

John stored all his crabbing gear and even reburied the fish head to try to use again. Fortunately crabs were not picky eaters. They had just finished cleaning the turtle shell and collecting more roots when they noticed the worsening sky. Big dark gray clouds now covered the eastern sky. They didn't have much time before the storm arrived. 

Em and John worked feverishly to secure the camp site. They would forgo a fire tonight but wanted to make sure anything of value to them was secured inside the hut or tied to a tree. The wind increased dramatically as they worked. John tried to construct a makeshift door quickly but it was difficult that fast. They put their clothes on and curled up together inside the hut just as the first rain drops pelted the ground. John had wedged the turtle shell between some rocks, hoping it wouldn't blow away, but also hoping it would catch some water. 

They tried kissing as if nothing was happening but both sensed the other's nervousness and they ended up just curled up with John's arms around Em. The wind increased to a ferocity that made them nervous. Their little hut was moaning and groaning in the wind and they could hear many of the palm fronds flapping loosely. Fortunately, the rocks at the ends of the plastic held and they stayed relatively dry despite the now pounding raindrops. 

"John, you think the hut's going to hold?" Em queried nervously.

I think so," John said, but inwardly wasn't sure. 

He was more worried about the tide though, but he didn't tell Em that. The tide was coming in when the storm hit but not yet at high tide. He hoped the little bit of elevation, maybe ten feet above sea level they had, would be enough. 

The storm pounded and pounded the little hut. It swayed and groaned in the wind but otherwise held together. Water ran down the large back rock into the sand and they occupied themselves using the empty water bottles they kept to collect it off the rock surface. Surprisingly, they each managed to fill two bottles half full that way. They combined them and set them aside.  Em finally grew sleepy and they curled back up on their bed. She fell asleep as the storm still raged. John stayed awake a while longer. He watched her pretty face as she slept, praying they would survive the night. Eventually, he dozed off too. 

Em stirred first but her movements woke John. He observed that the makeshift door was half busted. The roof had sagged under the weight of the water that collected in puddles in any slight depression of the plastic liners and leaked in several spots but none real bad. The palm fronds were battered and broken but otherwise their home was intact. The sun was shining outside as John knocked open the wasted door. He climbed out with Em right behind him. 

They surveyed all around. Their hut would definitely need repair to the outside. Nothing else looked broken or missing. The turtle shell was full of water. They grabbed several bottles and filled them, combining them when they got to the point the bottle wouldn't fill full in the bottom of the shell. They drank whatever they couldn't bottle.  

John looked down the beach and had a shocked look on his face when Em noticed his stare. She looked where he was and gasped aloud as she saw it too. Part way up the beach was the back half of the plane they had been in. The sea roiled around the plane until the remaining wing was caught by a wave. The wave pushed the plane over on its back and threw it up onto the beach. 

They ran to it realizing they could get to the luggage compartment now. Em pointed down the beach as John looked over the plane. He followed her gaze to where the other half of the plane was also nearly up on the beach. The still rough waves were crashing against it, rocking it back and forth. 

John moved around the plane to the hold compartment. He easily opened the door. He climbed inside the plane and started throwing luggage out to Em. She collected everything and set them higher up the beach on the sand according to the party they belonged to.  John climbed out after removing everything. 

The first thing they did was to carry their own luggage back to camp. They opened the suitcases outside the hut and dumped whatever water remained out. John hung his shirts and pants on the left side of the hut while Em did the same on the right. They dug deeper into the suitcases finding their toiletries. Many things were destroyed like Em's makeup but anything in a bottle survived. They now had things like razors for shaving, soap, shampoo, perfume, toothbrushes and paste, hairspray, gels, suntan lotion, nail files, nail clippers, and many more tings. They shrieked like kids at Christmas times as they found something else new. 

When they were done with their own suitcases they did the same to the others. Most of the clothes were left in piles but the other things were gathered. John broke the hairdryers and removed the more useful electrical cords to use for tying, and did the same with the curling irons. Anything of value they took but nothing went to waste. The clothes they didn't need they saved for other things. 

John was going through the luggage of the three hoodlums, searching for anything of interest. He found more condoms but nothing else of interest beyond the normal things. He was about to give up when he noticed a torn seam on one side of Pacho's luggage. He examined it more closely and was able to pull the lining free. He looked inside and pulled out a small cloth sack. When he opened it up he nearly shouted for joy. Inside was a switchblade knife with a six inch blade. 

John yelled to Em, "Look what I found!"

"What?" Em said, looking over as she stood before him. 

"A knife," John proclaimed but his jaw went slack as he noticed what she had been doing. 

Em stood before him in a royal blue thong bikini and John's air caught in his lungs as he tried to speak. He had seen her naked for days but somehow she looked even more exotic standing there before him dressed in her thong. He felt like his mouth had instantly gone dry. He also forgot the importance of what he was holding up. 

Em smiled at his reaction to her suit, "That is the look I was going for on the beach in Saint Lucia. Thank you, kind sir, for making me believe I was on the right track."

"Oh, god, Em! You look stunning," John proclaimed.

"Thanks, I was hoping to turn a few male heads with this one. I have another one too. Would you like me to try that one on as well?"

"Sure," John replied gladly.

"What did you find?"

"I found a knife in Pacho's suitcase. We can use this for all sorts of things," John claimed.

"Great," Em agreed.

John rifled through the other cases. He found similar secret compartments in Manuel's and Duane's luggage. Manuel's had a second knife while Duane's had a bag of money. It looked like a hundred thousand dollars in fifties and one hundreds. He was just done with checking things out when Em called.

John looked up to show her his findings but again was too enthralled with the sight to speak. Em had on a white thong now that looked two sizes too small for her. Her breasts bulged out of the bra top to the point John couldn't believe her nipples weren't showing. The tiny thong bottom hugged her hips and pulled tight at her mound. John could clearly see the outline of her pussy. It reminded him of an e-mail one of his more perverted friends sent. Something about camel toes.  

"Wow, Em!" John exclaimed. "That is unbelievably beautiful."

"Glad you like it. Shows a lot, huh," Em stated, but with a smile on her face.

"Yeah," John admitted.

"My mom thought it was a bit much too but she was out to catch a man also and had some brazen ones too," Em concluded, smiling.

"Look at this," John said, showing her the second knife and the money.

"Geez, that looks like a lot of dough," Em said.

"I think it's a hundred thousand," John professed.

"God ... but a lot of good it does us here. We could use it to light fires maybe," Em claimed.

"True, but who knows if we get rescued," John offered.

"Oh, John, you think we could keep it if that happened."

"No one knows we have it but us," John stated.

"Cool," Em agreed.

They found little else of interest in the other suitcases. John searched the plane thoroughly. He removed the radio from the cockpit of the plane but had little belief he could fix it despite the fact he pulled a battery from the plane too. It was dead from the seawater but he thought he might be able to salvage some power from it. In the end, all they ended up with besides the knives that was useful were the toiletries. 




Castaways Ch. 03



That afternoon they both took baths in the ocean. Em's hair shone brilliantly in the sun after she washed it with shampoo and used some conditioner. John shaved for the first time in days. Em shaved too. They brushed their teeth and combed their hair. John brushed Em's. He enjoyed doing it to her lovely long blonde hair. 

As soon as they remembered they ran with every empty bottle to the rock with the basin type top. It was filled to overflowing with water. No birds seemed to have been there yet, probably driven off by the storm. They filled every empty bottle and can they had. Even the turtle shell and still there was more water but they had nothing left to store it in. By morning the birds would have fouled the water if they didn't cover it. John and Em worked all afternoon on a bamboo cage to put over top of the basin, and anchored it with tied on stones. A small bird could get through but they hadn't seen any of those around. 

When they walked back hand in hand along the beach, they found an old wooden crate. It had apparently washed up from the storm along with more driftwood and other debris. John carried it as they walked back. The storm had knocked a multitude of new palm fronds from the trees and more coconuts too.  The drug runners' lean-to was badly beaten up. The wing was still in place but the sides were blown down. 

That afternoon they fished, crabbed, and cooked roots. They made a nice fish stew and used shells for spoons to eat it. They each had a Pepsi to celebrate their good fortune in finding the items in the planes. 

At night when they curled up together, John could smell perfume on Em. It made his cock stir. She had on a fairly sheer nightgown when they went to bed. He had on one of his t-shirts and boxers. They started out just hugging but that soon turned to kissing, and from there escalated. They were both somewhat tired from the full day and all the work. Instead of a long love making session, they chose to just fuck once John's cock was hard. 

John worked his cock slowly into Em making her coo with the wonderful feelings of being stuffed full of dick. He slowly fucked her, bringing them both along in an ever increasing tempo. By the time John was fucking her for all he was worth, they were both ready to climax together. John timed it perfectly and just as Em's orgasm burst upon her like a shockwave, John felt his tightened balls release their pent up seed. 

He had a condom on and he fired repeatedly into the latex barrier. Em could feel his pulsing cock as it discharged his sperm into the condom in her quaking pussy. They bucked together until both were spent. They lay like that till his cock threatened to slip from her. He pulled out and threw the rubber into the sand. They curled back up in each other's arms. Sleep came to them quickly. A peaceful contended sleep.  



Castaways Ch. 04



The next day was brilliant sunshine again and no visible threat of another storm. Em and John had a quick breakfast of coconuts and peanuts. Em had taken to marking lines with a sharp shell on one of the closest palms to designate the days they had been on the island. They had already been there for several days; shortly it would be a week. Could the rescuers still be searching for them? As yet, they hadn't seen any signs of a plane or ship. Another day or two and their original week's vacation would have been coming to an end. They tried not to focus on the people and things left behind in their lives. Living day to day was enough of a challenge for now. 

John had another idea for food and Em followed him as he carried the crate they had found down the beach towards where the water basin rock was. He explained to Em his plan as they walked. 

"If we take this crate, with its one open end, and position it with a stick holding it up, we might just be able to trap a bird inside," John said.

"How are you going to get a bird to go under the crate?" Em asked.

"Using some of our discarded crab shells as bait," John claimed.

"Yeah, but they'll just fly away when you try to knock the box down on them," Em stated.

"We're going to use a long vine to pull the support stick out of the way, making the box drop down on them," John explained.

"Sounds possible," Em agreed.

"Run back to camp and get me a sharpened length of bamboo and some of the old crab shells please," John asked. "Get some with crab meat still on it."

"Okay," Em said and took off.

While she was gone John used one of the knives to whittle and cut a quarter sized hole in the bottom of the wooden crate. He then found a good foot long thin piece of driftwood to use for the support. With one end of the support in the sand and the other wedged under the lid of the wooden box, he had the makings of a trap. He scavenged for the vine for quite a while until he found a suitable one, not too thick and long enough to let them hide in the nearby bushes. By then Em was back. John positioned the crab shells under the box and they hid in the bushes to wait. 

"What's this for?" Em asked, still holding the pointed bamboo stick.

"Well, did you see that hole I cut in the bottom of the box?"

"Yeah. Do you want to be able to see what type of bird it is?" Em questioned.

"Not exactly. I think if I had to reach in and grab the bird while trying to lift the box, they would not only bite me but have a chance to escape. I plan to finish them off through that hole with the stick you just brought," John concluded.

"Oh, gross! You're going to stab them to death?"

"You have a better idea, miss smarty pants," John mused smiling.

"No, but don't expect me to do the killing," Em emphatically claimed.

"I won't, just the plucking," John stated with a chuckle.

"What? You expect me to pluck out the feathers," Em extolled, making a funny face.

"Someone's got to do it for us to eat them," John pronounced.

"You can do that part too," Em said jokingly.

"Okay, you can cut the head and feet off and clean the guts out," John chided but with a smile.

"Ewww ... gross ... no, okay, I'll do the plucking," Em agreed with a funny face again but then laughed with him.

They waited for nearly an hour before they spotted any birds. John had picked the spot near the water basin rock thinking that some birds would smartly return here to drink. He was right about that and they squawked and complained when they found the top of the rock covered by the cage. For spite, as Em and John watched, some of the birds would sit on top of the cage and shit between the supports, fouling the water anyway. 

"We need to cover the cage with plastic," John told Em.

"Yeah, but how with the rain water get in then."

"We'll need to remove it again just before each storm," John professed.

"We better remember," Em said.

"You're right. It could be the one thing that saves our lives," John agreed seriously. 

Somewhat bored, Em was just starting to run her hand menacingly up John's leg when suddenly two gulls swooped down ten feet from the trap. They looked around questioningly and then approached the wooden box on foot. They started to cackle at each other as they neared the potential meal. One rushed in quickly and grabbed a shell before John could react. The other screamed at the first as if the traitor had taken off with his meal. The second walked right under the box to grab one of the two remaining crab shells. John yanked the vine hard and the stick ripped free from supporting the box. It dropped down on the poor unsuspecting bird before he had a chance to flee. 

"Yeah," John shouted and jumped in the air, pumping his fist. 

Em also cheered, "Way to go, John."

They ran to the box and looked into the hole. The bewildered bird was gnawing on the small hole, trying to figure a way out. John raised the sharpened stick.

"John, wait," Em yelled.

"What?" John asked.

"I don't want to watch this," Em said.

"Okay, you run back to camp and get a fire started and some water boiling for roots."

"Yeah," Em said and took off at a dead run without complaint. 

She briefly glanced back over her shoulder when she was fifty yards down the beach but he was still just watching her run. She kept going and disappeared up into the rocks and palms toward camp. 

John didn't relish the idea of killing anything either but this was survival and they had little choice. They couldn't live on fish and shellfish alone. An occasional bird would help them survive. 

He glanced down at the hole and waited for a good shot at the back of the bird. When he had one, he thrust the sharpened end down hard into the hole. He felt it hit and penetrate. The bird squawked and thrashed for a few moments but then was still. John pushed a little hard down but the bird didn't move. He figured it was dead and slowly lifted the box from the side. He moved tentatively in case the bird was still alive but soon discovered his method had worked quite well. The spiked stake had pierced the back of the bird and killed it.

John didn't think Em wanted to watch the cleaning part either, so he walked down to the water's edge. Using his knife, he severed the head and legs. He then cleaned the bird inside and washed everything off in the sea. He decided to save her the worst of the plucking too and cleaned most of the feathers from the bird. When he was done it looked more like an odd white chicken from the supermarket than the recent live gull. John grabbed the box after putting everything in it from the trap and headed back to camp. When he got there Em was busy cutting the roots and dropping them into the hot water.

"See here," John said approaching and holding up the bird.

"Wow, that looks better," Em said. "I thought you said I had to pluck it?"

"I did but I decided to do most of it for you. It still needs a little more trimming."

"Okay, put it down here," Em said referring to a large flat rock she got from somewhere. 

John did and watched her work as he stowed the crate and its contents. He busied himself with repairs to the hut and finally finished the door he had been meaning to get to. By mid-afternoon the meal was ready. They had cooked the gull over the fire on a spit made of bamboo. Em had turned it slowly to evenly roast it. The aroma actually appealed to them and made their stomachs growl.

As they sat eating, they were thankful for something different to taste. Surprisingly to Em, the gull didn't taste all that bad. It wasn't exactly chicken but if you closed your eyes you would have thought it was something relatively close. Along with strips of coconut and plenty of roots, they had one of the best meals they'd eaten so far. That was good too because it would have to last them the balance of the day. Without refrigeration they were obligated to stuff themselves on occasions like this where there was plenty.

Despite eating okay their diet of fish and shellfish, roots, and now bird was still on the low calorie side. The coconut helped add fat and the peanuts too but they were small in volume and both John and Em were showing signs already of weight loss. It worried John that they needed to find more things to supplement their diet and especially some starches and fats. Otherwise they might continue to lose weight and become weak and susceptible to disease.

After they had cleaned up, they went for a swim. Their hands were all greasy from using them to eat the bird. With a little soap they managed to clean up nicely and Em took the opportunity to wash her hair. They bathed nude as usual and when John finished, he sat on a beach towel near the water's edge and watched Em. Her breasts jiggled invitingly as she shampooed her long blonde hair. John could feel his cock stirring as he watched her rinse off. 

John handed her one of the four towels they had from different people's suitcases as she emerged. She stood before him dripping water in the sand and using the towel to dry her beautiful hair. He had an even better view of her quivering breasts now as he leaned back and watched. Em noticed the smile on his face and the fullness of his cock and commented.

"Like what you see, big boy?"

"You have no idea," John retorted.

"I don't, huh. I'd say the view isn't that bad from here either," Em claimed and made a point of looking right at his half hard cock. 

"You keep shaking those magnificent tits like that and you're going to get ravaged, little girl," John claimed.

"Promises, promises," Em stated but laughed heartily. 

John leaned forward quickly to grab her leg but she was just far enough away that she had time to react and jumped back with a squeal. He laughed and so did she. She then moved forward and dropped between his partially spread legs on the beach towel he was on. Em tossed aside the towel she was using and began to crawl up his body. Several times different parts of her body grazed John's dick on purpose and by the time she reached his lips with hers, he was fully hard and poking her in the abdomen.

Em giggled and leaned down for a kiss. John met her half way and they held the kiss for a good long time. His tongue played across her lips and sought her tongue. They kissed passionately and her hand stole down to encircle his cock. She gently stroked him as they continued to kiss. 

After a while John pulled her higher and put his mouth to her nipples. He sucked, licked, and chewed lightly on the wonderful buds and kneaded her ample breasts with his fingers. Em cooed as he did and still gently stroked him. 

When both of them were aroused to the near breaking point, Em settled her cunt over his cock and pressed down until John sank in her to the core of her being. She moaned as the big dick spread her wide and probed deep into her vaginal cavity. She rested momentarily at the bottom before starting to ride the deliciously big cock. Em groaned each time she settled back down on him.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so damn good inside me. I think I could easily live with you buried in there permanently," Em chided.

"It'd be hard to work around the island joined by my dick and your pussy," John explained and laughed.

"That would be true," Em agreed. "But think of the fun and great sex we could have trying."

"You're incorrigible for one so young," John said jokingly.

"And you love it," Em proclaimed.

"I do at that," John agreed and they both laughed.

John grabbed her hips and thrust up into her making Em groan and she rode him faster. His big cock felt incredible to Em and she quickly reached orgasm. She stopped riding him and ground her cunt down hard on his groin giving her clit extra contact as she moaned through her climax. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, squeezing his dick deliciously, but John was able to hold off cumming. 

He waited for Em to recover before starting again. He pushed up off the towel into her sex and soon Em started to slide up and down on him again. This time she went slower which allowed John to hang with her despite the wonderful sensations to his cock. They fucked for a long time, stopping occasionally to kiss and for John to play with her beautiful tits. Eventually Em got close and sped up. John pulled down on her hips again with each stroke and she rode him like a wild woman until she felt him explode inside her. As his hot cum flooded her insides Em came too and they groaned together as the waves of blissful pleasure washed over them. When it was over, she slumped down on his chest and they panted for air together. 

"Wow, that was wonderful," Em said, rolling to the side off his shrinking cock.

"You're incredible," John claimed.

"Thanks, but you bring out the best in me," Em replied.

"Glad to hear it," John agreed.

They walked into the surf to wash the sweat from their bodies, Em playfully splashed him and John returned the favor. 

After they dried off, John tried his hand at fishing and crabbing again. They needed to catch dinner and Em gathered roots and coconuts as John fished. He was at it for over two hours, with not much success, when he glanced up to the beach to see Em standing there looking out past him to the sea. She had on one of his dress shirt, with no bra, and her white bikini bottoms. The shirt ruffled in the strong trade winds that day. She had a strange look on her face so he yelled to her.

"What's wrong?"

"John, it's a big ship," Em yelled back.

"What?" he screamed and came running up to her to get a look from higher up the beach. 

In the distance and steaming away was a large freighter or tanker. The smoke from the stacks could be seen rising and then dissipating in the blue sky.

"Where's the lighter?" John screamed. "Did you bring the fighter?"

Em opened her hand and the lighter was in her palm. John grabbed it roughly and took off sprinting down the beach towards the signal pyre. He got there and dropped quickly to his knees. He lit the lighter and held it to the dry palm fronds. They instantly caught fire and he had to back off as the fire quickly consumed the entire one side of the signal pyre. He stood back glancing between the ship and the fire. The driftwood and palm fronds were so dry they were going up incredibly fast but not smoking much. 

John ran to the sea, cupped some water in his hands and ran back to the fire to throw it on. He spilled most of it as he ran and the little he got on the fire did little to make it smoke more. He tried once more and yelled to Em to help. She ran to him but even with two people it was like pissing in the wind. The flames roared high in the air but burned hot with little smoke. They gave up and watched the ship to look for any sign they were turning. Instead they just watched it steam further away and eventually out of sight. 

"What the hell are you doing?" John yelled at Em. "Why did you just stand there?" 

"I don't know ... I aah ... I wasn't sure ... "

"Wasn't sure? Wasn't sure of what?" he yelled. "How to light the ... "

"I don't know," Em screamed, crying and dropping to her knees in the sand.

"What do you mean you don't know? You don't know how to light a fire or even call me?" John exclaimed.

Em had covered her eyes as she cried, "No ... I wasn't sure I wanted to be rescued!"

"What?" John screamed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know," Em sobbed, she got up and ran back towards the camp. 

"Em, wait," John yelled but she didn't stop. 

He thought about chasing after her but decided against it. He was as confused now as she was. 'What did she mean she wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued?' John wondered. 'How could she want to stay on this tiny island?' 

He turned and watched the once huge signal pyre burn itself down to a mere large camp fire in no time. It was smoking more now but it was way too late. John realized not only would they have to rebuild it, but they'd need to wet parts of it every day so it would smoke more the next time it was lit. He dropped on his butt into the sand and stared at the fire trying to make sense of what had happened. 

He heard gulls screeching behind him and immediately remembered the small fish he had left on the beach while he tried to catch another. He got up and ran back to where he had been fishing but it was too late. One of the gulls grabbed what was left of the fish and took off down the beach. 

"You fucking bastard," he yelled at the fleeing gull in frustration.

John dropped to his knees in the wet sand, sat down, soaking the butt of his boxers again. 'What the hell is going on?' he thought. In the last few minutes, everything that was perfect before had now gone incredibly awry and been replaced by confusion and despair. They had missed the one opportunity in nearly a week to be possibly rescued and now they had nothing to eat for dinner. How could things have changed so abruptly? He had even yelled at Em. Why did he do that? It was the first confrontation they had since being stranded on this island. 

He sat there for a long while thinking but eventually got back up and tried fishing again. His frustration led to aggressiveness and he failed miserably at trying to spear anything. He soon gave up and threw the spear hard into the sand on the beach in frustration.

John walked back to camp but didn't see Em anywhere. The door to the hut was shut and he opened it and bent down. Em was curled up in a ball in one corner of the hut like she had been the day the drug runners were threatening to take her from him. Upon seeing her, his heart sank and he felt terrible for yelling at her.

"Em, please, I'm so sorry I yelled. I'll never do it again. I promise," John professed.

Her head was down on her arms as she sat in the corner with her legs pulled into her butt. She didn't move and didn't respond. 

"Em, I'm sorry. I really am, please forgive me. It's just I don't understand," John claimed.

She didn't say anything but he heard her sob a little more. He waited but she still kept her head down so he couldn't see her face. 

"Please say something. Yell at me if you want to but say something."

She didn't move or say anything. He waited a long time but eventually left. He grabbed the wooden crate, a couple of old clamshells he had buried, and walked off down the beach. 'I'll get one of those gulls back for stealing my fish,' he thought angrily as he walked to the same spot as the previous day. He couldn't be as mad at the gulls though as he was at himself for losing his temper and yelling at Em. 

His mind kept replaying what she said. 'She wasn't sure she wanted to be rescued. But why?' he asked himself. 'Why?'

He set up the trap with the clamshells as bait. They still had some bits of clam and muscle on them and should be enough to attract the gulls he thought. He waited for over an hour. A couple of gulls landed nearby but none moved on the crate. Finally one took interest in the shells and wandered over cautiously. The gull looked about as if sizing up the unusual object before it. It eventually decided the meal was worth the risk and moved in. John waited patiently until the bird began pecking at the open shell. He yanked the vine again and the box dropped over the gull like before. 

A half hour later he was walking back up the beach towards camp. He carried the crate with the other components of the trap in one hand and his dressed bird in the other. When he approached the camp there was still no sign of Em. He set everything down and looked inside the hut. She lay curled up on the bed facing towards the back boulder. She seemed to be asleep. He whispered, 'I got another gull,' but she didn't move. 

John prepared the full meal himself similar to what they had the night before. This gull was a tiny bit bigger than the one yesterday. It smelled wonderful to his hungry stomach and taste buds as he slowly roasted it over the fire next to the cooking roots. When it was nearly done, he stuck his head inside the hut and softly said, 'Dinner is ready.'




Castaways Ch. 04



Em didn't move. He finished cooking everything and started to eat. It was a sad and lonely meal without Em beside him to talk with and share everything. For the first time he really felt alone on the island. He thought of his son, who probably took him for dead by now. He thought of his job as a writer and his friends at the club. Everything was gone from him now and without Em, he was totally alone. As good as the bird tasted, it still left him unsatisfied. 

He was almost finished when she appeared at the door. She didn't come out but stared into the fire. John quickly made her a plate, actually a stone, of everything and set it before her in the doorway. He returned to his seat but watched her. She just continued to stare at the fire.

"Em, please eat. Please talk to me. I'm so lonely without you. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again," John pleaded.

"It's not your fault, it's mine," Em said.

"No, it's mine," John exclaimed.

"No, you were right. I should have moved faster. I was just frozen in place not wanting what we have to end," Em said and started crying softly again. 

"I know. I understand and feel the same way. But there is so much more for us back home," John avowed.

"Maybe for you with your son and all but for me there is nothing now," Em claimed, sobbing quietly.

"That's not true! You have school and friends and don't you have other relatives?"

"Yes, but they aren't that important to me. Not like you are," Em proclaimed.

"What do you think, I would just disappear?" John questioned.

"Yes! You'd go back to work in New York and Nick and forget all about me in Chicago," Em stated.

"That's not true. We could see each other from time to time and maybe even on vacations," John offered.

"Oh, boy. I should have known you wouldn't understand."

"Understand what? That if we stay on this island we'll probably die here very soon from lack of water or malnutrition. That I understand all too well." 

"Yes, but you don't understand how I feel," Em claimed, wiping tears.

"What? You must realize the same thing I do that if we stay ... "

"Yes, I realize that but you don't realize how I feel," Em stated.

"How you feel? How you feel about what?"

"About us, John! About us!" Em extolled.

"What about us?"

"I love you, John Morrison. I love you!" Em proclaimed.

"I love you too, Meredith," John expressed.

"You don't. You don't understand. I love you, John," Em pronounced.

"I do so love you."

"Then marry me when we get back home," Em stated.

"Em, I can't do that. You're young enough to ... "

"Be your daughter! I don't care about that! I love you, John."

"But, Em, I have a son your age. You can't want to marry an old guy like ... "

"That's where you're wrong. I've never been happier than I am with you on this tiny island. See, I told you. I love you but you don't love me. Sure, you like fucking me, but you don't love me," Em chided.

"I do so! But you're young; you have your whole life ahead of you. I'm older. I'm not right for you."

"Shouldn't I decide who is right for me or not?"

"Yes, but it would never work out ... "

"It could if you loved me the way I love you," Em professed.

"I do but it's just not going ... "

"Adopt me then," Em offered. "I'll be your daughter. That way we can live together and you can still fuck me whenever you want."

"Em, please stop acting like all I want is sex with you," John contended.

"Don't you? It seems like that is what you really love about me. I'm a good lay," Em argued.

"That's not tru... I mean I love you for who you are, not for the sex," John proclaimed.

"No, you don't or you'd want me around. You'd want me in your life, not 800 miles away in Chicago," Em reasoned.

"I do want you in my life when we get back, just not ..."

"As part of the family. Forget it, John! I know where you stand now," Em said and went back inside the hut without touching the food. 

"Em! Em! I do love you!" John shouted.

'My god,' John thought, 'How could things have gone so wrong so quick.' He almost hated that ship for coming close to their island and bringing all this on. But they had only known each other for a week. How could Em possibly be as deeply in love with him as she claimed? He reasoned that while realizing he did love her too. She was right. How could they go back to civilization and act like nothing had happened? He thought about adopting her but that solution seemed contrived. He loved her but not as a daughter. At least he thought so. He put his head in his hands. All this was so confusing. Normally self assured, he felt lost in his true feelings for Em. 

John left the campsite and worked on rebuilding the signal pyre. Even if they decided to never use it again he still wanted to work on something at that moment and this seemed like the best use of his time and effort. He needed the time to think and work always helped him do that. It took several hours to gather everything by himself. When he was done, he looked down the beach and saw Em standing in the surf. He ran to her realizing for the first time that she was everything to him now. Nothing else mattered, survival, civilization, none of it, just Em. 

She saw him running towards her and turned to him as he stopped ten feet away, but kept walking to her. They stared into each other's eyes. Her normally beautiful bright clear blue eyes, that he loved so much, were red and puffy from crying. It broke his heart to see her so upset. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, tell her everything would be alright, tell her he loved her. 

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"Yes," Em said, backing up to the dry water line on the beach and sitting down.

John joined her on the sand. He thought about trying to put his arm around her but decided not to. He wasn't sure where to start.

"Em, I'm so confused. All I know is I want to go back to where we were before that damn ship appeared. Can we go back there?"

"Back to what, John? What was there before? Just good fun? Just great sex? Nothing more, just us sharing time together until we're rescued? 

"No, it was more than that," John professed.

"Maybe to me. I'm not so sure it was anything more than companionship and good sex to you," Em claimed.

"That's not true, Em! What we had ... have ... is special! You're everything to me. I realize that now. You were right! I can't live without you. You are part of my life now," John avowed.

Em started crying again, "Yeah, but what does that mean? You were right. I shouldn't force myself into your life. It's wrong of me to want more and mess up what you had before this," Em proclaimed.

John's arm stole around her back now and held her. "I'm never going to let you go. I love you," John declared.

"You're saying that because you just want to go back to the way we were," Em stated.

"That's not true! If we could never be together again. If this was our last days alive, I would still love you. I know that now. I love you, Meredith."

Em turned to him, the sadness still in her teary eyes but there was something more now. "I love you too, John," Em affirmed.

He pulled her close and kissed her forehead, wanting to do more, but unsure of every move. He felt he needed to show her how much he loved her but knew sex was not the way. He held her with her head on his shoulder. He held her so tight he wondered if he was hurting her but she didn't complain. He kissed her temple and brushed his fingers through her beautiful golden hair. Her deepening tan made her look like a goddess.

They stayed that way for a long time. John kissed her face and brushed her hair. They barely noticed when the waves started coming higher and hitting their feet as the tide came in. Finally, Meredith stirred and stood. She reached for him with both hands. He came up into her arms and they kissed. They kissed more passionately than they had ever kissed. It lasted until both were out of breath. Em took his hand and led him back towards the hut. 

As they neared the hut, John noticed she had cleaned the stones and put everything away. Her food was gone but he wasn't sure if she had eaten it or just discarded it. She pulled him to the hut entrance and inside. The last rays of the sun were casting long shadows on everything as they disappeared inside.

Em motioned for John to sit on the bed. He watched as she unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it from her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts stood proud and firm on her tan torso. The once bright pink nipples were getting browned by the constant sun. 

"Em, we don't have ..."

She motioned for him to be quiet and dropped the thong bottom of her bikini to her feet and stepped from it. She was naked like a goddess before him. John's cock stirred as if of its own will. He didn't want this to be about sex but she clearly wanted to make love. If what they had before had been just sex, he knew this time they would make love. 

Em came to him like a beautiful vision. They held each other and kissed deeply, passionately, and ardently. There was no rush. No hurried lust or wanton need. It was beautiful, slow, and tender lovemaking. They kissed and held each other for a long time. Eventually Em helped him remove his boxers and they lay together on the bed. His cock was painfully hard but he didn't move to enter her, only to play with her breasts and kiss her deeply. 

He moved to go lower, to pleasure her with his mouth, but she stopped him. She reached for him and guided him onto top of her. He entered her slowly. She was wet and ready and they both felt every inch as he slowly eased inside her. When he bottomed out, they waited together and enjoyed the pleasure of their coupling. The muscles of Em's sex started to flex, giving him pleasures he couldn't describe. John slowly eased from her, only to reenter just as slowly. 

Their lovemaking was slow and tender. They took what seemed like hours to build to a steady rhythm. Em came first. It wasn't one of the mind-bending orgasms they had had together before but in many ways it was better. It was an orgasm of love, of pleasure between a man and a woman that was complete, fulfilling, and real. They savored each other and the pleasure their bodies felt. 

Em came again and John could feel the telltale rumbling in his balls. He would have liked to make love to her like this forever but his body was consumed with desire for her. He wanted to continue to pleasure her but now he wanted to join with her in consummating their love. He moved faster inside her. He waited as if he had all the time and strength in the world for her pleasure to match his. Soon she joined him on the crest of the wave of love and bliss they both felt. 

They built to a mutual orgasm that was deep and fulfilling. John managed to hold off until Em kissed him and came once again. When he felt her vaginal muscles milking his cock and her juices surrounding his buried dick, he came with a torrent. He groaned to match her sounds and unleashed a lava flow of seed into her unprotected womb. They fused together as if one and let the exquisite pleasure wash over them. 

When they were done, neither made any move to part. They stayed like that until their breathing returned to normal and through many loving kisses and caresses. Perspiration made their bodies' slick and wet between them but they lay enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Neither spoke but their eyes and kisses told them both the same story. 

Eventually John cock slipped from inside her as if a signal that it was truly finished. Their lovemaking was done for the moment but not their love. They continued to kiss and hold each other. Words seemed unnecessary as they gazed into each other's eyes and knew now there was something real between them that neither could deny even if they wanted to. But neither did. They had to be together always.



Castaways Ch. 05



The next few days after Em and John made up were great. Sure they had to spend time each day catching their food for the late morning and evening meals but they were becoming more accomplished at that. With their home completed, water needs temporarily abated, and food plentiful but boringly routine, they had time for long walks on the beach. They held hands and talked.

To Em's delight John had agreed that if they were rescued, she could move in with him in New York. He wasn't exactly sure how they would explain their relationship to his also nineteen year old son, Nick, but they would worry about that when the time came. 

John had taken more time to completely scavenge the two sections of the plane and found a few more very useful things. In his haste the first two times, he had somehow missed two compartments in the front cabin, one on either side of the bulkhead up front, that held two inflatable, four to six man, rafts. They were obviously meant for use in a water landing but not substantial enough for Em and John to attempt to sail away from the island they were already on with them. Besides, they had no idea exactly where they were, how close the next nearest island was, and certainly lacked any knowledge where the closest inhabited land was. 

John found, in compartments on the rafts, two compasses, several more water jugs - these were gallons - military style rations, enough for several days, and two waterproof plastic tarps, meant to be fashioned over the rafts as roofs if it rained or to block the sun. Those would come in very handy for catching more rain water, if it rained again soon. 

On one of their many nightly walks along the beach, usually after an energetic and passionate round of love making, they discovered baby sea turtles hatching, fighting their way out of the sand, and struggling to make it to the ocean, and through the surf. Em thought they were so cute and helped many of them into the water before John stopped her. 

"I think I remember a friend telling me once that baby sea turtles need to gain strength by struggling to the water. They also need the effort of the march to the sea to improve their lungs function," John claimed. "I had a buddy with a Florida beach house and that is what he was told one day by a marine biologist."

"Oh, but the poor little things look like they can use the help," Em pleaded.

"Go ahead if you want but you're doing more harm than good," John stated.

"Okay, okay," Em relinquished and joined him sitting on the beach to watch the tiny fledging little turtles fight into the surf.

The next night, as they were walking along the same stretch of beach, they witnessed an old and battered female sea turtle lay her eggs. She was alone in her effort and John wondered with Em if her apparent age and injures had anything to do with her being alone or the last one to lay her eggs. It looked like she had somehow escaped a shark because she was missing part of one back flipper. It took quite a bit of convincing on John's part but, eventually he got Em to agree to capture the sea turtle for food. He convinced her the poor turtle would probably die soon anyway and that they could use the extra food, variance to their diet, and the shell would be helpful too. 

Em didn't want to watch, though, and she went back to camp while he grabbed the heavy sea turtle, flipped it over, and used his knife to end its battered life. They dined the whole next day on turtle and turtle soup. Em had been somewhat reluctant to try it at first but afterwards had to admit it was one of the best meals they had eaten. 

On days when their catch of fish, birds, or now with the turtle were plentiful, they needed some way to save food. John had built a crude smoker from parts of the airplane. It took him a day to construct the first model, and several days of reworking it, to get it to work much better. He used bamboo poles for supports, and sections of aluminum, he managed to remove from the plane's hull to construct the smoker. It was small but worked quite efficiently. Smoking their excess catch, reduced their need to hunt for food every day, and actually added some different flavor to the food, especially using coconut shells for fuel, but more importantly, allowed them to take advantage of good catch days.

One day they spotted dolphins, maybe fifty of them, close to shore chasing after bait fish. The dolphins were literally driving a school of mackerel right up onto the beach in an effort to escape the dolphins. Em and John were able to use the net and their hands to scoop up over twenty of the mackerel before the school dissipated, and the dolphins left. They smoked all the fish and hung them in another structure John put together quickly. 

Despite the relative small size of the island, they had not explored every inch and nearly cried for joy, hugging and kissing each other to death, one day after a particularly grand discovery. They were searching for some kind of different fruit or vegetable, other than the roots they constantly ate, when they stumbled upon a small stand of banana trees, isolated to one dense part of the island. There weren't more than a dozen trees but they were stocked with both ripe and unripe bananas. They each ate three before carting a big bunch back to camp. 

Close to the end of their third week on the island, another storm came through. Fortunately, it was far less severe than the first one. It didn't damage their hut or destroy any of their provisions. The steady rainfall did give them ample opportunity to replenish their drained water bottles. The Pepsi and the peanuts were nearly gone now. 

They had gone over ten days without seeing any signs of other ships. Em spotted two commercial jets, but both were already past the island by the time they saw them and over thirty thousand feet up, making most of their signal devices useless. The signal pyre was so hard to replenish each time that they were reluctant to light it at any meager attempt at rescue, as they would have to work a half day just to replace it. It also drained a lot of their available supplies of burnable material needed for food preparations.

With little else to do each day besides plan their meals, they had plenty of time for other activities. They both had great tans and Em only wore her bikinis most of the time, if she wasn't just totally nude. They took long walks together, many times circling the whole island. For exercise, they also swam plus jogged on the beach. Em had developed quite a collection of various sizes and kinds of shells, some of which she tried to make into jewelry such as necklaces for John and her. 

At some point, practically every day, sex topped their list of enjoyable activities. Sometimes it was just long slow, enjoyable sessions of pleasing their mate orally. Em had worked hard on taking John's cock deep and had amazed herself when she managed finally to accomplish it. For his part, John took pride in making Em cum repeatedly with his mouth. He had made her cum four times in a row recently before she had to push him away because she couldn't take anymore. 

Their couplings were usually long drawn out affairs, with John seeing how many times he could make Em cum before needing to do so himself. They both disliked using the condoms and took way too many chances. Sometimes he would pull out before ejaculating inside her but Em hated that as much as John did, so most of the time he came inside her and she rushed into the salt water to clean herself. Secretly, Em was worried about the night they made up after their fight. She had failed to get up and clean herself until the following day. John was not aware that she was nervous about what might have happened that time. 

The day that Em marked off on her calendar tree a slash that meant they had been stranded on the island for four weeks, they decided to share their last Pepsi. John had put it into the ocean for a couple hours to lower the temperature to where it was more enjoyable to drink. It was a full moon as they sat on the beach looking out over the water and sharing the Pepsi. 

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Will we ever be rescued?"

"I believe so, Em. Someday, someone has got to come by our island here," John expressed.

"What if they're not friendly, John? What if they're like those other guys?" Em worried.

"I suppose we need to worry about that but there is no way for us to prevent it either."

"Shouldn't we prepare for that possibility as well as if real rescuers come?" Em questioned.

"What do you mean? You think we should set traps or something?"

"Maybe. You're good at that."

"Em, that might be risky. We could never need them and there is always the possibility we could be careless one day and one of us trigger the trap. I'd die if one of those traps ever hurt you," John claimed.

"I suppose you're right. If you got hurt, I'd certainly die, probably of a broken heart too before I actually starved to death," Em stated.

They kissed and hugged and decided against setting any more traps. John nudged Em back onto the sand and leaned over her to kiss her. His right hand cupped her bikini covered right breast and kneaded the firm mound. Soon her nipple poked at the thin fabric and she moaned into his kiss.

"Shall we celebrate our first month anniversary together?" John asked with a smile.

"What did you have in mind?" Em queried but smiled too. 

"How about I ravage you right here on our beach," John proposed.

"If ravage means you want to fuck me silly, I'm all for it," Em replied giggling. 

"Pull off that bikini, lady, and I'll ravage you at least several times," John offered.

Em laughed and did as he asked, while John did the same with his swimsuit. His cock was already hard as he climbed over her. He kissed her passionately as his cockhead nudged up against her sex. Momentarily, he reached down and pushed her legs up and apart. Her pussy opened up to him and glistened slightly in the bright moonlight. He had no trouble easing into her moist cunt, and went deep until he touched up against her cervix. Em never tired of the feel of his big cock inside her, spreading her pussy deliciously. 

"Oh, god, you feel so good buried inside me," Em gasped.

"My cock is always happy to be in his cave," John moaned and chuckled too.

"Cave is it, you unromantic rogue," Em accused.

"Sorry ... should I say honey pot?"

"Now you're just being silly," Em giggled.

"What should I say?" John asked, pulling back and pushing in again.

"Mmm, that's so good," Em growled. "Pussy will do."

They both laughed at that. John started fucking her pussy in earnest. He pumped her cunt with long strokes that went deep each time. His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her. Em's body was supported by the sand and had nowhere to go as he fucked her. Unlike their bed of lifejackets, the sand had no give and his cock skewered her unmoving body. 

"Oh, John ... that's wonderful. Fuck me harder ... make me cum."

John picked up the pace a little and drove Em to her first orgasm. With them having sex practically every day, John could go fairly long each time before cumming. He continued to piston into Em and he watched her face contort in bliss as her orgasm took her. John loved to watch her cum and tried to make every one perfect for her. He continued to fuck her until she gasped one final time and relaxed as her orgasm passed. 

He kissed her face, as he let her recover momentarily, before starting again. These periodic respites added to his ability to fuck her to three or four orgasms before needing to cum himself. He knew she was ready for more when her eyes reopened. He started again.

"God, John ... you drive me wild with that big cock of yours," Em proclaimed.

"Glad you like it, babe," John responded.

John pushed down with his hips to change the angle his cock took into her pussy. He did this several times as they fucked and it always drove Em mad with lust. His hanging balls dragged through the sand now on each stroke.

"Oh, fuck," Em growled.

John's cockhead banged against her g-spot from this angle before bouncing past and deeper into her. The new sensations sent delicious waves of pleasure coursing through Em's body and she shuddered. Her legs were splayed out nearly flat on the sand, giving him complete access to her twat. He got her to her peak again this way. She wrapped her legs around his ass and egged him on to fuck her harder.

"Ungh," Em moaned. "Oh, geez ... I'm cumming again!"

John fucked her hard and pushed her to climax. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard on his cock as she spasmed and groaned with her release.

"Oh, god!" Em howled.

The squeezing of Em's muscles was driving John wild. He stopped pumping into her partly because her muscles made it difficult and also to lessen the threat he would cum too soon. He watched her beautiful face again, contorted with pleasure. This time he could see the perspiration forming on her face and body. His own was responding similarly.

As Em's bliss passed, John moved to suck on her glorious breasts. He never tired of feasting on those incredible morsels. Her nipples were fully distended and he licked and sucked them like mini ice cream cones. Her once light pink nipples he loved so much were turning brown from the sun. It only added to her goddess-like appearance he thought though. 'God, she's beautiful and I'm the luckiest guy in the world,' John mused as he sucked a stiff nipple and looked at her still strained face.

When Em had recovered again, he pulled from her and repositioned her onto her knees. She cooed with delight, as she loved it when he fucked her doggy-style. His cock hit different spots inside her and went very deep. He could make her cum normally several times in this position. 

Em's back was covered with sand and soon so was John's chest as he repositioned his cock inside her. He had to be careful with the sand. Once they had fucked like this and he had gotten carried away and nearly rubbed her back and his chest raw from the sand. They both were red when they washed off in the surf. 

"Oh, shit," Em grunted as his cock probed deep inside her. 

Her head was on her arms and her cute ass stuck invitingly in the air. John watched his cock pushing into her wet pussy, his hands holding her hips. His cock was coated with her juices from two previous cums. As he looked down he could see her tight puckered pink rear entrance staring back at him. 'I wonder what she would do if I pushed against that,' John mused mischievously. 

With their current diets and only two meals a day, both Em and John had lost most of what little body fat they had when they crash-landed on the island. The high protein diets they were on, coupled with long walks and plenty of exercise, meant they were both in incredible shape. Their muscles ripped collectively as they fuck furiously on the beach. 

'Good god, he fucks me better than anyone ever has,' Em reasoned as she felt his cock probe deep into her abdomen. His balls were slapping now against her clit and driving her mad with desire. 'Mmm, that's so good,' Em told herself.

John kicked it up another notch as he sawed his cock menacingly deep into her pussy. His fingers found her clit and tweaked the little stiff nubbin. She growled her response to his attentions to her body. His left hand slid from her hip to cup a full firm breast. His big hand could barely surround the ample mound. The pointy nipple pressed into his palm like a tiny poker. 

"Do it, John! Make me cum again, honey!" Em bellowed. "Fuck me with that big cock!"

"I'm going to make you scream this time," John boasted with a snarl.

"Do it! Fuck me like the bad girl I am," Em growled.

John sped up and could feel his balls pulling tight to his shaft. He might not make her cum four times, this time. Her cunt felt way too good and she was urging him on so much, he was being pushed to his physical limit early. He decided to let go now and increased his efforts to maximum output. Sweat poured down his face and beaded on his chest as he fucked her with everything he had. 

"Mother of God!" Em screamed. "Oh, fuck ... I'm going to cum! Cum in me, John! Don't pull out. I want to feel your sperm inside me."

John's cock was like a car piston on steroids. He pounded Em's cunt, forcing her knees into the sand. They were starting to hurt Em but she didn't care at the moment. All she could think about was the shockwave of bliss coursing through her body and the mind-numbing orgasm that crested upon her like a tidal wave. 

"Ahh ...," Em moaned. 

"Cumming," John shouted above her.

"Ahh ... do it," was all Em could muster.

In her cum induced haze, Em barely realized that John was pumping her full of sperm at that moment. She could feel the heat of it and the throbbing of his cock, as he ejaculated streams of cum to mix with her already secretion filled pussy. The combined fluids started to leak from her cunt and drop to the sand below as he kept pumping his cock into her. John felt like his head was coming off as his balls pulsed and spewed more cum into her. They stayed like that, not moving, until John's cum slowed to a trickle and Em stopped shaking. 

Finally, they were finished and gasped collectively for air. John pulled out and fell off her onto the sand. Em crashed to the sand too. Both were covered in sand, cum, and sweat. They panted like two marathon runners at the end of the race.

"God ...I think you did me in," Em moaned.

"You drive me wild," John gasped.

"Geez, I'm covered in sand," Em lamented.

"Me, too," John agreed.

Em got to her knees, "I think I better rinse out."

"Good idea," John said.

"Man, I hope I don't get pregnant from that one," Em expressed. "I think you were buried all the way inside me when you let go. I might not be able to get all of you out this time."

"Come on. I'll help," John stated.

"How're you going to help?" Em mused, as they walked into the water.

Em was first into the water and moved out past the gently breaking waves. She was trying to get deep enough to rinse the sand and sweat from her body. 

"Not too far out," John called. 

"What?"

"I think we need to stay shallow. You know how I worry about sharks at night."

"But I got to get deep enough to rinse off," Em complained.

"Here, let me help," John said, grabbing her in his arms like a bride.

Em squealed playfully, "What're you going to do?"

He dipped her entirely below the water almost before she was ready. She gasped and shook her head when he finally brought her back up.

"You silly bastard! That's your idea of helping," Em chided.

"That and this," John said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her through the water by her feet.

Em struggled to keep her head above the surface by using her arms, "What is that supposed to do?"

"Fill you up down here," John said, nodding to her sex and laughing.

"What do you think ... I'm a bucket you can drag through the water?' Em protested, but laughed along with him.

"Spread yourself open," John commanded, as he continued to pull her along the shoreline. 

"You're a nut," Em said and laughed but tried to do as he said. 

When John let her go, she got to her feet and started splashing him, "You think you're funny."

John splashed back and it turned into an all out battle for who could splash the most. They were hard at it when John yelled out.

"Ahh ... Ow!"

Em kept splashing even, though he had stopped, until she saw the pained expression on his face. John started making his way to the shore.

"What is it?" Em shouted, now worried.

"I think I stepped on a ray," John shouted.

John had warned Em several times to shuffle her feet rather than just take steps in the water. Sea rays buried themselves in the sand in the shallows to hide from predators and if stepped on could sting with their sharp venomous barbed tails. 




Castaways Ch. 05



"Oh, god, John! You going to be okay?" Em worried, following him to shore.

He didn't answer but sat down on the beach, out of the water, and examined the back of his leg. Protruding from the skin at his calf was evidence of a barb. He grabbed it but it won't let go and he was afraid of breaking it off inside. 

"Em, we need to get this out right away," John exclaimed.

"Oh, no, John! How we going to do that?"

"Follow me," John said, limping back towards camp. The pain started to get to him and Em helped support him as they neared the camp.

"You're going to have to get this barb out," John stated.

"Me?" Em exclaimed. "Can't you do it?"

"No, it's hard for me to work on the back of my leg. You're going to have to do it."

"Oh, shit! I'm not sure I can. What do I do?" Em lamented as John sat close to the fire.

Em squatted beside him as he pulled the pocketknife from his shorts he'd left by the fire to dry. He held it into the remaining flames from their dinner fire, which they usually kept going until retiring. Convinced he had sufficiently sterilized it, he handed it to Em. 

"Oh, gosh, John! You really think I can do this? I'm going to hurt you," Em worried.

"Em, we've no choice. That barb is probably venomous and we need to get it out right away," John said through gritted teeth. The pain on his face evident.

John rolled onto his stomach, on the mat of palm fronds Em had made weeks ago. His leg was close to the fire so she could see. Em could see the small barb protruding from the calf muscle of his leg. Fortunately, hitting the muscle might have kept it from going too deep into his leg. 

"Use the knife to enlarge the wound and wiggle the barb till you get it free," John explained in obvious pain, his speech even a little slurred. "Try to get all of it or we're in real trouble."

"Oh, shit, John. I don't know ... "

"Do it, Em!"

"I'm going to hurt you?"

"It's somewhat numb. Do it!"

Em grabbed the end of the small barb and wiggled it a little. It was stuck fast and she had no idea how deep it was. She nervously positioned the knife alongside the barb. She found it hard to bring herself to cutting into his skin. 

"Do it, Em!" John moaned. "Go deeper too."

Em resigned herself to her task, and pushed the knife deeper. John moaned a little more but not too badly. The venom was dulling the nerves around the wound. Em cut down, enlarging the bottom of the cut. She could feel nervous sweat forming on her forehead as she did the same on the top of the wound. She wiggled the barb more and it seemed to be loosening. She pushed the knife to each side of the barb and went deeper. 

"John, it's not coming loose completely," Em said. 

John didn't answer. "Oh, shit," Em exclaimed. 

Em pressed the point of the blade against the barb deep inside the wound and wiggled. The barb loosened more. She pressed the blade more and pulled lightly on the barb. She nearly screamed with joy when the barb came out. Em examined it; the point looked intact. She thought she had gotten all of it. 'Oh, my, I think I got it,' Em yelled to herself.

"John, I did it!" Em called. 

He still didn't answer. Em looked at the bloody wound in his leg. She rushed into the hut and returned with the medical kit. Em ripped open some gauge pads and used the knife to push them into the wound. She hoped to soak up any venom in the wound. She threw those aside and applied antiseptic cream from a tube in the kit to more bandages. She put those bandages over the wound and secured them in place with white medical tape from the kit. Satisfied she did all she knew how to or could, she packed up the medical kit and tried to roll John over. It took a lot of her strength but she rolled him over. He was passed out cold. 'John, don't you leave me,' Em cried to herself. 

Em lay down beside him after covering him with coats. They slept together on the mat all night. Em only dozed occasionally. She woke often to check his breathing and stoke the fire to see how he looked. Each time she remained awake awhile, watching over him, until exhaustion took her again. Just as dawn broke, she fell asleep once more after sitting up with him for the last two hours. 

Em woke with a start, as the morning sun bathed her nude body. The coats she had used to cover them both, were off to one side. She bolted upright to look at John. He was sitting up beside her. He'd been watching the beauty sleep.

"John," Em screamed.

"You look beautiful when you sleep," John claimed with a weak smile.

"Oh, you! You scared the shit out of me," Em exclaimed. "I would have died if you'd left me!" 

"Never," John managed to say. 

Em got to her knees and sidled over to him. She kissed him with such passion he could hardly breathe. His hands held her bare sides as they kissed lovingly. 

John couldn't walk without pain that first day, so they lay in bed most of the day. Em used some of the smoked fish, bananas, and the remaining peanuts to feed them. As night fell, they were still laying together, both still nude. The swimsuits were still on the beach where they left them the night before as they made love.

John had gained strength as the day went on and he was feeling much better after they ate dinner and rested. Em leaned over him on her elbows and they kissed tenderly and lovingly. She was leaning halfway on top of his chest, pressing her soft breasts against him as they hugged and kissed. Their tongues fought to outdo each other, as their lips mashed together in ardent kisses.

Em had been looking at him and not down his body. She was excited and shocked to find his cock stiff and ready for action when he happened to glance down. She had thought it might take him days to recover enough for normal lovemaking. 

"My god! You're ready for action so soon after nearly being poisoned to death?" Em jokingly queried.

"Kissing you is all the stimulus I need to recuperate," John mused.

Em's hand stole down his body to encircle the rock hard dick, jutting straight up, "Can he actually handle action so soon?"

"Only one way to find out," John mentioned.

"I suppose that's true," Em agreed. "But I think we'll take it slow for now."

"What do you have in mind?" John asked, but watched her shift down to between his legs.

"You just lie there and let me do all the work for now," Em commanded. "Let Nurse Meredith make you comfortable."

"Ahh ... Nurse Meredith. Good with a knife and good with other things too," John chided.

"You'll see what other things, bad boy," Em claimed.

"I can hardly wait," John replied kiddingly.

"You won't have to for long," Em responded with a mischievous smile.

Her hand had maintained its fondling of his cock making it even harder than before. She could see pre-cum beginning to form at the slit as her other hand joined the first, only this one cupped his balls. She stared at his cock for a few moments, never tiring of watching it pulse and throb in response to her hands. The head of his cock bulged now like an over ripe mushroom. Pre-cum filled the slit at the tip of his head and began to run down one side to meet her stroking hand. It helped lubricate the movement of her hand on the shaft. 

John was up on his elbows watching her play with his cock. He loved the way she handled him with such tenderness and love. He especially liked it when her tongue flicked out and licked across the tip. Then it snaked all around the head, getting it wet with her saliva and his leaking pre-cum. Her tongue teased around the corona ridge which made him moan with the exquisite delicious touches. 

"Oh, god, Nurse Meredith. You know just how to make your patients comfortable," John kidded.

Em smiled and then licked down the side, nibbling his cock like an ear of corn. When she arrived at his balls, she used her hand to hold them up to her mouth for attention. John groaned at all the wonderful sensations her mouth, tongue, and hands were inflicting upon his cock. He lay back down all the way. He couldn't see anymore but his senses and nerve endings told him all he needed to know. 

Em moved back up to the head of his cock and took it into her mouth. John groaned at the exquisite pleasure he felt as her warm wet mouth sucked incredibly on his cockhead. She teased and sucked just the head for a while, swirling her tongue constantly over the super sensitive tissue and making him grunt with desire and need. Eventually, she started a steady bob on his cock taking about half of it into her mouth. After a few moments of that, she pushed down until his cockhead slipped past her tonsils and into her throat. Her throat muscles milked his cock like a practiced hand. John growled with delight.

After treating him to a long slow tantalizing blowjob, Em sat up for a second, "Where would the patient like to leave his specimen?" Em asked, still in her nurse's role.

"Your mouth is magnificent," John said, but mused, "I think the patient can handle Nurse Meredith's pussy treatment." 

"Oh, he can?" Em replied. "I was hoping he could."

Em smiled at John as she moved up his body and positioned his cockhead at her entrance. She liked riding his cock as it gave her control and she could move in ways that gave her added stimulation. Em sank down on his cock, her pussy wet and ready. His cock sank deep inside her easily, even though it felt as tight as a racing glove. 

"Mmmm," Em moaned. "God, I never tire of you inside me."

"You feel wonderful," John agreed.

"Relax, mister, and let Nurse Meredith bring you off slowly," Em instructed.

"Okay," was all John could muster over the delicious licks of pleasure to his cock.

Em rode John's cock slowly and patiently. She moved to give herself maximum stimulation and drove herself to two wonderful orgasms while holding him just short of so much sensation that he would cum too. She worked harder on the third, grinding her cunt down on his cock like she was trying to mash it into sausage. The effect drove them both wild, but Em a little bit more so. She came to a quaking orgasm just before he did. She stopped moving and let the waves of magnificent bliss drift over her like the exquisite billowy flakes of an intense winter snowstorm.

Em was awakened from her bliss by the grunting of John beneath her. He had not cum but her cunt muscles continued to milk his cock driving him crazy. 

"Sorry, babe," Em responded, climbing off his cock and moving lower. 

"I guess I got carried away on your big dick," Em added. "I'll take care of you now."

Em engulfed his cock in her mouth, tasting both their juices, but mostly hers. She attacked him, not want to make him wait any longer for release. She sucked him like a vampire and her hands pressed his testicles and his dick at the base. John groaned aloud and pushed up off the mat. Em throated his cock and her left hand tenderly squeezed his nut sack, helping push the seed from his balls. Where her mouth wasn't, her right hand was. She used a twisting motion with her hand, as her mouth and tongue tortured his hyper-sensitive tissue.

"Oh, god, Em!" John bellowed. "I'm going to ... cum... "

Em didn't need any warning as she could feel his tight nuts getting ready to let loose their reward. His cock also throbbed and expanded in her mouth. Seconds later wads of sperm filled her mouth, causing her to swallow once to make room for more. She sucked him and continued to milk the cum from his balls until he couldn't give her anymore. John groaned loudly and lay still. Em finished swallowing and sat up. She was tired now too.

"Wow," John managed to say after a while. 

"Glad you liked it," Em stated with a weak, tired giggle.

Em curled up next to him in his arms. They pulled the scattered coats over them and slept on the palm frond mat. Both slept deeply.

The next day was like so many others. They got up after the sun was already quite high in the sky. Em retrieved their suits from the beach while John restoked the fire and made brunch. 'What I would do for some eggs and bacon instead of fish or gull for breakfast,' John pondered. Em returned with his suit. She already had her bikini on. John couldn't decide if he liked her nude or dressed in her skimpy bikini best. Either way she was exotic and turned him on. 

After they ate, John went hunting for gulls again. They hadn't eaten bird in a while and they both longed for different tastes to their food. He felt nearly back to normal from the ray sting. Em had redressed the wound for him and it looked to be healing nicely. Ocean water did wonders for the healing process. 

John set up his trap. He hoped to catch several gulls and smoke a couple for other days. He worked at it until late afternoon. He got three gulls which was great. As he had waited between catches, he had noticed other, similar birds, possibly terns, and close cousins of gulls, flying overhead and landing nearby once in a while. They were beautiful birds to watch soar in the air and accomplished hunters of small fish. They didn't seem to be scavengers though like gulls and rarely came anywhere near his trap. He did see several drop into the trees and land on rocks occasionally. 

As he was cleaning the last of his three gulls, he spotted Em coming down the beach with a bunch of bananas and some roots. It immediately struck him as curious how she got by him without him seeing her. If she hadn't come this way, then she had obviously walked the whole way around the island to where the banana trees were and then around this side to where the roots plants were. It was possible she fought her way up the spine of the island but not likely. It was tough going in spots with the more difficult terrain. 

John sat back and watched the beauty approach. Even with bananas in one hand and roots in the other, she was still like a model or goddess walking up the beach in her tiny white bikini. Her now bronzed body would have been perfect for a Coppertone or Hawaiian Tropic commercial. Her long blonde hair blew tantalizingly in the trade winds as she walked. 

"Hey, John," Em said as she neared.

"You're a vision to this poor castaway," John claimed.

"Thanks," Em replied. "Any woman stranded on an island would be glad to see a man like you, bronzed, fit, handsome, and with food," Em elaborated with a wonderful smile. 

"Did you walk around the island?" John asked.

"Yeah ... I was looking for shells," Em said hesitantly. 

It wasn't uncommon for her to do that, but the way she said it had John wondering if there was something more. He couldn't see where she had any shells, which was unusual if she had walked the entire island.

"Didn't find any?" John observed.

"Na," Em said. "No good ones."

"Got some bananas and roots though, I see," John added. "How did you get the bananas?"

"You're not the only one that can climb," Em said and a smile tweaked the corners of her mouth. 

They carried their booty back to camp. They cooked and ate one of the birds along with some roots and bananas. John got the smoker going after dinner and put the two birds inside. He would leave them there to smoke overnight. When he was done he turned looking for Em. She wasn't in the camp so he walked down to the beach. He spotted her sitting, watching the waves as the sun set in the west. 

"Hey, whatcha' thinking?" John asked, sitting down beside her.

"Oh, just thinking," Em said.

"About what?"

"John ... how would you feel ... I mean would you want to ... "

"What?" John asked impatiently. 

"What if I get pregnant?" Em blurted out.

"What ... you mean you're ... "

"No ... I don't know. I mean I'm just asking," Em offered.

"Well ... I don't know ... I mean it's tough enough for us to survive on this island, let alone raising a child," John added.

"Then you don't want to?" Em questioned.

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that ... it's tough for us. Do you think we can even raise a child properly here?" John asked, his face a strained contortion of emotions. 

"Then you wouldn't want me having your baby?" Em queried.

"Oh, god, Em! You're hitting me with this out of the blue. We haven't discussed this at all," John pleaded.

"What're you saying? You don't want to have a baby with me?" Em inquired.

"No ... I mean ... I don't know. I'm just not prepared for ..."

"You don't want to have a baby with me!" Em exclaimed, getting very emotional now.

"Em, I'm just saying that we should think about this ..."

"What's there to think about? You either want me to have your baby or you don't! Simple as that, John!" Em shouted, she stood up and walked down to the water's edge. 

"Em," John got up and followed her. "Don't rush me into this, please."

"John, I'm not rushing you into anything. I'm just asking you a question," Em explained.

"But are you ... you know ... pregnant now?" John asked.

"What if I am ... What if I was?" Em exclaimed, turning to face him and she had tears on her cheeks now.

John thought carefully. Things had been so great between them after they resolved the 'after potential rescue' plans. He did love her. 'God, I love her with all my heart,' John realized. 'Don't blow it with a wrong statement here, you idiot!' John stared at her impassioned face. She looked at him, even beautiful now with tears in her eyes. His brain raced through his thoughts like a super computer. He tried to analyze every contingency. What if something went wrong with the birth? He couldn't stand to lose her. Could they raise a child on this island? They had no diapers, baby food, clothes, or any of the myriad of other things they would need. But most of those they could get by without, he believed. 

"Well?" Em questioned impatiently.

"God, me a father again? I never planned on this," John confessed. 'I'm too old to be starting over.' John continued to process the data like research for one of his books. One thing he kept coming back to though was that he loved her and had grown comfortable with the idea of living with her when they got back home. Hopefully forever! 

"I'd be happy," John finally said.

"You would?" Em's face brightened noticeably as she asked.

"Yes," John restated.

"Oh, John," Em said and kissed him and hugged him tighter than he ever remembered.

John kissed her back and they hugged for a long time. He wanted to ask but he held his tongue waiting for the right moment or when she would tell him. 

Finally, they parted and looked into each other's eyes in the moonlight with the gentle crashing surf as a background. The warm trade winds whipped their bodies with a pleasant breeze and the air smelled particularly delightful this night this close to the water's edge. 

Em looked into his eyes and said, "I'm late."

"What do you mean," John said but tried to sound optimistic.

"I was just over my period the day we landed on Barbados," Em said. "But that was over a month ago now. I have never been very regular and with all the trauma of the plane crash, losing my mother, those drug runner guys, and us surviving on this island, to say nothing of an usual diet and losing weight, I'm still a few days late."

"Does that mean you're pregnant?" John asked, again trying to sound upbeat. 

"I don't know," Em said. 



Castaways Ch. 06



This is a fictional account.

*

"These are the culprits!" Em exclaimed teasingly and gave John's testicles a firm but gentle squeeze as he lay on the frond mat by the fire pit. 

They had just finished another glorious bout of lovemaking and both their tanned bodies glistened with perspiration in the late morning sun. John lay back with his arms under his head. His flaccid cock draped across his left leg, wetter than the rest of him with their combined cum. Em squatted beside him, letting his newly deposited seed drip from her to the sand below.

"What?" John claimed innocently, but also with a smile for her. 

"You know what I'm talking about, daddy," Em declared.

"You're sure then," John said and made certain he was upbeat sounding.

"John, it's been a week now and still nothing. I can't imagine any other answer, can you?" Em asked.

"I guess not," John said, smiling and rising up to kiss her. "Congratulations, mommy!"

"Thanks, daddy," Em said, kissing him back ardently.

"I love you," John said.

"I love you too," Em replied.

"I guess our ideas for contraception didn't work so well?" John mused.

"Yeah, I guess letting this thing," and she wiggled his flaccid cock, "make deposits way up inside me and then hoping to rinse them out in the sea wasn't the brightest of our ideas for contraception," Em agreed giggling.

"I believe you're right about that," John stated and laughed with her.

"Even so, I'm going to do it again," Em said and took off in a hurry for the water.

John scrambled to his feet quickly and chased after her. She had too much of a head start plus she was fast anyway. She reached the water and dove right in. He followed seconds later. They surfaced practically together and John wrapped his strong arms around her from behind. The water felt delightful.

"Didn't we just say this wasn't going to help?" John expressed. "Now that you're past worrying anyway."

"I didn't come in here for that," Em professed with a laugh. "I just wanted to get cool and clean."

"Good idea," John agreed.

He hugged her tightly as they floated in the gentle surf. He kissed her neck and his one hand teased a distended nipple. 

"Don't you ever get enough," Em complained but with a snicker.

"Not of you, babe," John proclaimed.

"You know, they're feeling different I think," Em said.

"What?"

"My nipples, they seemed to be more sensitive," Em claimed, gently pushing his hand away. 

"You think that's a sign?" John asked.

"Maybe," Em replied.

"Well, good," John stated and dunked her and him under the surf.

They playfully wrestled in the water for a while until both were cooled off and bored. They exited the water together like two bronzed beach bodies from Baywatch. Accept both of these bodies were completely nude as they walked back to camp hand in hand. 

John set about catching gulls again as Em cleaned up the morning meal. They had a list of four or five different things they could eat each day between crabs, fish, gulls, remaining smoked turtle, and clams. But the routine was becoming increasingly boring and they both hungered for something different in their diet. The bananas helped but even they were becoming less exciting to their palates. 

John caught two gulls, cleaned them for supper, and brought them back to camp. Em wasn't there, so he started the smoker and hung both of them in there. He would fully smoke one and the other they would roast and eat later. After he was done, he walked down to the beach looking for Em. He spotted her down the beach, way past the nose section of the plane, which was still visible in the surf. He could see she was looking for clams and contemplated walking down to help but instead just sat down to watch her. 

He felt he had a lot to think about as he watched the white bikini clad beauty bend to dig for a clam. Her long blonde, sun bleached locks flowed exotically in the breeze. The last few weeks had been incredible with Em but now they had some serious decisions to make. Since it looked like she was indeed pregnant, would they be able to stay on this island or be forced to venture off?

With the routine of catching the gulls requiring him to sit for long hours waiting patiently for the birds to appear, land, and take the bait inside the trap, he had plenty of time to observe things. He had noticed that more often than not, the birds flew in from the northwest. He was starting to take that as a good sign that the closest land must be in that direction, if they could just make it there.

John thought the idea of giving birth on the island was risky for Em and the baby. Certainly, it wouldn't be the first time a woman was forced to give birth without the aid of doctors and in a hospital but the thought of putting Em through the dangers associated with that didn't appeal to him. 'She must be thinking that herself,' he imagined, 'but her youthful exuberance for everything working out fine might also be coming into play.' He had to think about this and talk with her about what was best for the baby. 

His thoughts turned to how they could ever get off this island anyway. For over a week now, he had mulling around in his head an idea. It would take a lot of the bamboo available to them but they could try to construct a raft. The idea he had was to make the raft out of bamboo but then utilize the plastic rafts from the plane on top of the bamboo as further support. He could build a seaworthy raft from just the bamboo but the added benefit of the rafts lashed together on top would give them added safety. If the bamboo raft were to ever break up in heavy seas, they could always continue on in one of the plastic rafts. Even lash them together and use one for supplies. 

The risks and pitfalls were enormous and he tried to tell himself not to minimize them. But he also knew that staying here and doing nothing might be equally as dangerous. The longer they waited too, the more pregnant Em would become. If they were going to attempt this, he wanted to do it while she was still strong and agile just in case things got rough. He also knew that the summer was rapidly approaching. The summer and especially the fall in the lower Caribbean meant hurricanes. They had survived one good storm already but nothing like a full blown hurricane. 

He was so deep in thought, Em had to yell three times as she approached to get his attention. He looked up to see her within fifty yards and struggling to carry the heavy turtle shell full of clams. He got up quickly and ran to her to relieve her of her burden. 

"Oh, thank god, my arms were about to break," Em exclaimed as John took the turtle shell filled with clams.

"Wow, someone had a good clamming run," John effused.

"Yeah, there seems to be a lot of them down that way," Em stated.

"Good ... these will make great soup," John claimed.

"What were you thinking about when you were sitting here?" Em asked as they passed the spot where he sat going back to camp.

"About how beautiful you are and how lucky I am," John mused.

"That's nice but why the worried look then. I would think you'd be smiling about that," Em said jokingly.

"Okay, you got me there. Actually, Em, I was thinking about if we should stay on this island or not?"

"I thought we'd been over this and decided to wait for rescue, at least until we're forced to leave for water or something?" Em questioned.

John set the turtle shell down near the fire pit, "Your pregnancy changes that." 

"Why? I'm not afraid to have the baby here with your help," Em proclaimed.

"Em, it's not safe for you or the baby. What if there is some complication? This is your first child. The first is usually the most difficult for a woman."

"I can do it with your help. Besides, I thought you said we had no clue which direction was right to reach land."

"I've been working on that and I think northwest is the best option. The gulls I observe flying in most often come from that direction. I believe that is telling us that land is closest in that direction."

"What if you're wrong? It would be more dangerous having the baby at sea," Em stated. 

"From the chart in the plane and what I remember about Caribbean geography, most of the islands should lie in that direction. That is why I'm more confident now that I see where the birds are coming from. With the compass, we should be able to maintain a true northwestern course. If we do that, even if we miss the first island or two, eventually we should sight land," John declared.

"Okay, say you're right about the direction. What about storms? You said the plane's rafts weren't that great for open seas travel?" Em queried.

"They're not, but if we utilize the bamboo to construct a strong raft beneath them, then I think we might have a good chance. Bamboo is rough and floats well. The key will be securing them together tight enough with just vines."

"How do you plan to do that then?" Em asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could notch out the bamboo almost like Lincoln logs. You know what those are?"

"No."

"Ahh, youth," John quipped. "It's like making a log cabin. You notch the ends so they fit snugly together."

"Okay, but do we have enough bamboo?" Em asked.

"Probably," John replied.

"John, isn't this more dangerous than just staying here?" Em questioned.

"It was before you became pregnant and before we needed to worry about hurricane season," John informed.

"Oh, so my pregnancy is forcing us off the island," Em said, acting a little miffed like it was her fault.

"Our pregnancy and wanting to keep you and the baby safe is what makes this more urgent," John claimed.

"Why so urgent? I'm probably not due until December," Em observed.

"It's going to take us a while to build the raft. We're into April now. Hurricane season will start up soon and we can't risk that," John explained, but didn't go into her advancing immobility as she got bigger too.

"That still gives us several months," Em claimed.

"Yes, but I even worry about our survival here if a hurricane were to hit the island. You saw the destruction we had with just that storm," John advanced.

"True ... geez, you're a real pessimist today. What brought this on?"

"Well, like I said, I was watching the birds plus I've been thinking of this for a while now."

"You have, and decided to spring this on me just today?"

"It was watching your gorgeous ass bend to dig for clams that sparked it," John kidded.

"Wiseass," Em yelled and playfully jumped on him and pushed him to the ground with her on top. 

They wrestled briefly and playfully until the kissing started. Then somehow Em's clothes were next and John's shorts. Naked now, she lay on top of him, feeling his erection coming back. John felt her erect nipples poking his chest as his hands held each of the firm smooth cheeks of her ass.

"You want to go again, sailor," Em playfully said.

"You're too good to me, nurse," John replied jokingly.

"You know it," Em said, rising up on her one arm and using the other to align his cock with her pussy. 

"Oh, fuck," John groaned as she settled slowly down. "You're going to wear me out."

"I'll make you die smiling, old man," Em proclaimed laughing.

"I believe you will," John agreed with a laugh too.

John lasted a good long time since it had just been six hours since their last marathon fuck session. Em worked her pussy on him like a maestro and managed several of her own orgasms before finally getting him to cum inside her. They lay panting together at the conclusion. Both were completely sated and lovingly kissed.

"Wow, you sure know how to make a girl happy," Em joked when his flaccid cock finally slipped out of her pussy with the aid of his slippery cum. 

"I'm the happy one," John observed.

"Yeah, he looks kinda happy," Em mused as she lifted off his body and looked at his cum drenched cock.

"He's tired but happy," John allowed.

"Can't go any more," Em said jokingly as she flipped his soft dick back and forth with her hand. 

"Oh, Em, please. Let me recover," John begged.

She kissed the velvety soft cockhead getting a taste of his cum on her lips. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips and tease the head playfully. 

"You're a wicked woman," John growled feeling the light touches.

"You love it," Em fired back between licks. 

"Oh, god. I have to confess I do," John groaned as she sucked tenderly on just the head.

Em continued to suck and lick John's cock until she felt it start to stir with life. Confident she could get him up again if she wanted, she sat back to give him a break unless he chose to go on. 

John was up on his elbows watching her tease him. "Shouldn't we be thinking about dinner," John said, observing the sun getting low.

"I guess, slacker," Em said, pouting slightly at his begging off further sex.

"I promise once more before bed," John affirmed.

"Good," Em said, smiling at him as she got up.

They lit the fire and cooked the clams in the turtle shell with seawater. Em's success at gathering the clams meant they could just eat those for dinner and save the smoked birds for later. They added some roots to the soup also. 

After eating and cleaning up, they went for a swim before dark. The swim was refreshing and allow them to clean the sweat and cum after the day's activities from their bodies. Em hadn't put her bikini back on after John removed it, so he was treated to the constant sight of her nude body as they swam. He loved to watch the water drip off her tanned form as the setting sun made her skin glow and shimmer.

"God, you're beautiful," John told her at one point.

"You're not so bad yourself," Em said smiling back. 

"Besides, you won't think so when my tummy's out to here," Em mentioned and gestured how big it would get.

"You'll be even prettier to me then," John claimed.

"Good," Em said smiling and kissed him in the calm waves.

They had brought towels to the beach. Most days they were there all the time anyway, except on wash day. There weren't many of those though as they either wore nothing or next to nothing all the time. Mostly, it was just towels which they laid on now. The warm trade winds dried their bodies as the sun dropped behind the other side of the island. They lay side by side holding hands in the increasing starlight.

"John," Em said.

"Yeah?"

"You really think we need to go?"

"I do, Em," John declared.

"I love it here with you," Em said.

"Me too, Em. I wish we could stay like this forever, without a worry in the world," John agreed.

"It's so beautiful here. You really don't think we'll be safe?"

"I worry too much for yours and the baby's safety," John claimed.

"It could work, having the baby on the island, you know," Em allowed.

"Yes, it very well could but it's not worth the risk. Besides, I worry equally about the coming hurricane season."

"Yeah, I suppose that's a real threat," Em agreed.

"It is, Em."

"When do we start building the raft then?"

"Tomorrow," John stated.

"Well, we have tonight before we have to think about leaving this beautiful island home of ours," Em effused and rolled against him.

John felt her distended nipples, probably from drying with the breeze, push against his arm. "We have that, babe," John proclaimed.

Em kissed him passionately. They spent a long time kissing and holding each other before Em started working down his body. Her feather light kisses ran from his neck to his nipples, down his belly, and to each thigh. His cock began to react to her presence even before she ever touched it. It was partially standing when she took him in her soft little hand. 

John felt her blowing hot air onto his cock and got up on his elbows. He watched her as she continued to do so and look at him. The moon and a billion stars gave them enough light to see all they needed to. He could see the corners of her mouth curl into a smile as she licked gently at the rising, expanding head. 

"What's so funny?" John questioned.

"I was just thinking how I'm going to get this guy hard and then torture him until he can't take anymore," Em mused.

"Yeah, you're like the female black widow luring in the poor unsuspecting male," John observed with a chuckle.

"Yeah, good thing for you I don't eat my lover," Em pronounced with a giggle.

"Not even a little?" John joked.

"Maybe some," Em stated, then swallowed half his cock in one swift motion.

"Oh, fuck," John howled. "You are a black widow."

"Prepare to be eaten," Em giggled around his cock in her mouth.

John fell back against the towel and let her work on him. Her mouth was incredibly skilled and she sucked him deliciously. She played with the head first and then moved on to suck his balls. John liked that and moaned as she took each one of his nuts into her mouth and sucked on them. 

"God, Em," John groaned. "You do that so well."

She finished with his balls and kissed and licked up the shaft. Her hands were seldom idle as her mouth worked him like an artist of fellatio. She looked up to his face as her tongue tortured the sensitive nerves on the underside of the head.

"Oh, fuck, girl. You keep that up, I'm going to cum," John warned. 

"I'm not going to let you do that until you've fucked me silly," Em announced.

"Then swing around up here with that ass of yours. I want some too," John pleaded.

Em swung around to let him get at her pussy. She loved to sixty-nine and they spent nearly hours sometimes sucking each other until John finally had to cum. Em was particularly good at bringing him close, knowing when to back him down, and then revving him up again just short of cumming. It was maddening but delicious at the same time for both of them. John could usually make her cum two or three times while she tortured him. 

John kissed around her beautiful bald sex. She kept it completely shaved since they arrived on the island. He liked it that way and she did too. He could smell her sweet aroma as he parted her lips and drove his tongue home in her pussy. Em groaned and then as repayment took his cock to the root with her mouth and into her throat. John howled his approval into her pussy.

Their oral pleasures went on until John had sucked her clit and fingered her cunt to two orgasms and had her little button too super sensitive to continue. She rolled off him after the second climax and swung around. Her lips were flush and pouty from sucking his cock for nearly an hour. His dick was in a state of need so bad pre-cum seemed to ooze in a nonstop stream. Em figured he could go right away and she wanted a break too, so she just eased herself down onto him. She took him deep and then just rested there.

"Mmmm ... that feels so good inside me," Em groaned aloud.

"I'll say," John growled.

"I'm just going to sit here a second," Em said, but John felt her pussy muscles flex and grip his cock.

"Not fair," John gasped. "If you want me to last you won't do that again."

Em kissed him and smiled down at his strained face, "What's the matter, big boy? You can't handle it," Em chided.

"Not and fuck you silly," John freely admitted.

"Okay, I want that," Em conceded. 

They kissed and pushed tongues into each other's mouth until both were ready to continue. Em started moving slowly on him and John let her do most of the work. He hoped to make Em cum at least once more before he had to himself. At this pace, he felt he could hold out as Em slowly worked his cock inside her. 

Em continued to move slowly, grinding her cunt down on him, which meant she could get the stimulation she wanted to her clit but only tease him. They had worked this routine many times before and John was satisfied to let her get herself off on his cock before really fucking her hard. When Em got close, he would fuck up into her and push her over the edge. He worked it again this way tonight and watched her shudder to a nice orgasm on top of him. He loved to play with her tits as she came. He also loved to watch them quiver as her orgasm racked her incredible body. 




Castaways Ch. 06



"Mmmm, that was sweet," Em dreamily said as she came back down from the climax. 

"I love watching you cum," John claimed.

"Good, because I like doing it," Em said jokingly.

She squealed a little as he rolled her over onto her back. His stiff cock never left her as he positioned himself to fuck her now. John started slowly to give her a moment to recover. His own need was demanding though so he didn't wait long. The slow grind had given him time to relax a little from her earlier excellent blowjob. He began to fuck her with long strokes.

"Oh, fuck, John," Em gasped. "I love your big dick."

"Hold on for a good ride then," John groaned in response.

"Go for it, big boy! Fuck that pussy!" Em exclaimed.

John didn't need much encouragement but it didn't hurt either to hear her want him to fuck her harder. He sped up and began to pound her with quicker, longer strokes.

"Oh, geez ... that a boy ... pound that pussy harder," Em encouraged.

"Take it, girl," John boasted and his cockhead battered her cervix on a few strokes.

"Oh, god, don't kill me or the baby," Em moaned loudly.

John backed off in penetration some but increased his speed. He brought Em to a mind-blowing orgasm in no time. He was too far gone now to stop and continued to fuck her hard and steady. She climaxed and then hung with him as he sought to get off too. It took him a few more minutes and allowed Em to recharge and meet him there, at the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"John ... John, I'm cumming again!" Em screamed.

"Ungh ..." was all John could respond.

His cock exploded like a cannon inside Em. She could feel the hard pulses of his expanding cock as it hosed her insides with hot cum, which only added to Em's already beautiful orgasm. He kept fucking into her until his cock had fired several hot, hard blasts into her core. Em clung to him and her own juices washed over his cock, mixing inside her. 

"Oh, god," Em gasped.

"Ahh," John moaned as he stopped and let the last few pulses just happen inside her.

They finished cumming together and then lay sated and perspiring with him still on top of her. Their breathing was a series of rapid gasps, until they could slow their heart rates and get air back in their lungs. 

"Good god!" Em finally grunted. "I think you planted that seed in my ovaries again."

"That was great," John growled, finally rolling to the side. 

"I need to rinse off again," Em stated.

"Me too," John agreed.

"Not just yet, though," Em said, leaning over to hug and kiss him. "Man, you fuck me so good."

"You're a hot one too," John declared.

They lay there for a while looking into the billions of stars twinkling away. Eventually, they worked their way to the water's edge. John always cautioned about swimming at night and, since his incident with the stingray, Em needed little encouragement to stay close to shore. They splashed water on themselves and each other until they felt refreshed. 

The next morning, Em woke and reached for John but he wasn't there. She sat up, cleared her head, and then crawled out of their hut. She spotted him sitting in the glowing morning sun on the beach doing something.

"What're you doing?" Em asked, walking up behind him.

As she sat down beside him, John showed her, "I'm trying to draw the raft for dimensions and as a construction blueprint," John stated.

"Good idea," Em agreed. "Too bad you don't have bigger paper."

All he had were the crinkled dried pages from the plane of the old lady's notebook she had kept in her purse. He was trying to fit everything onto a three-by-five size sheet. She noticed he must have been up for a while as he had a good start.

"What're these?" Em asked.

"The cross supports," John said.

"John, how much is this thing going to weigh?" Em astutely asked.

"Good thought. Here look at this," John said turning the page back. "I started with this."

"What is it?"

"A slide we need to construct first to build the raft on. We'll need it to push the raft down to the water's edge," John informed.

"Smart but that looks like it will take a while to build too and a good bit of bamboo."

"Yes, you're right on both accounts. We might have to push the raft down to the water and moor it there for the last part of the construction. That way we can utilize the ramp then for the finishing work," John proposed.

"How long is this going to take?"

"I don't know. That's why it's good we are starting now."

"For sure," Em agreed. "I'll make breakfast while you work."

"Thanks, babe," John said and kissed her.

John worked the morning on drawing the plans while Em cleaned up the breakfast meal and collected bananas and roots. He was a little nervous the first time he caught her climbing the banana trees with one of the knives in her mouth. But when she insisted she could do it and he watched her for a while, he found she could in fact scale the trees like a tomboy. 

In the afternoon, they started cutting and collecting bamboo. John would have killed for a saw and a tape measure but they would have to work through that. He did have a screwdriver, a hammer, and an adjustable wrench he found on the plane in a storage compartment in the luggage hold. As they worked, he talked with Em about things they might try to strip from the plane to help like screws, seats, and wire for tying. 

The bamboo cutting was slow, tough work with just the screw driver, hammer, and knives. Em's hands soon got so sore and tired she could barely help. That led into a discussion about another big job that she could spearhead: the provisions they would need for the trip and what they would bring. Water was the most critical. They would need as much of that as they could package to take. Food was next but would undoubtedly be almost all smoked fish, turtle, gull, and bananas. Their choices were, of course, limited. 

The other thing Em would have to consider is what else they would bring. Clothes would be minimal but needed. They would need to pack utensils to eat and make repairs if necessary. Lifejackets and rain protection were other thoughts. Where and how they would store the food was another big issue to address.

"You need to work within the structure of the plastic rafts," John told Em.

"Are we using one for storage and one to live in like you said before?" Em asked.

"That would seem logical, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree. I'll figure it out," Em said. 

She went to leave to start working on her plans for what they would take. But before she did, he loaded her up with bamboo to drag back, tied off with a vine. 

"Shit, this going to kill my hands further," Em complained. "Get used to it, babe. We got a lot of work to do," John said.

"Okay, but you give me calluses and your other appendage isn't going to like it much," Em razed him. 

"Yeah, I suppose that's true," John agreed with a chuckle. 

The whole day was spent cutting and stacking bamboo. He dragged two big loads back to the beach next to the smaller one Em had dragged out. Their harvesting of the bamboo was starting to deplete the supply, especially of the mature pieces. 

For the next week, John worked on the ramp which would be used to push the raft down to the sea. He was using a double runner idea for the ramp where the large end planks of the raft would slide down the double runners. He started high on the beach where the sandy ground was flatter for the construction and then angled the ramp down the beach to the water's edge. 

Em helped him secure the ramp runners together with small vines and bury them part way into the sand for added support. Notching the joints together and fitting in the cross supports proved a challenge for John, not only because of his limited tools, but because bamboo has a hard outer bark yet a soft inner center. If he cut too deep he weakened the joint. If he didn't, it might slip apart easily. The growth seams in the bamboo sometimes fell in the worst spots too. 

They finally finished at the end of the week and stood back to admire their work. It looked like they were trying to make a ski ramp more than a boat launch but it looked like it would work. 

"Not bad," Em said, as they admired the ramp.

"Functional," John agreed.

"We ready to start the raft?" Em asked.

"Yeah, we are," John stated.

"How much longer is that going to take?" Em asked, looking at the calluses already forming on her hands along with some blisters and splinters. 

"I'm guessing three more weeks," John answered.

"This is tough work," Em said still looking at her hands.

"Let me feel," John offered.

He took her small hands in his and felt her palms. The wonderful softness was rapidly being replaced by tougher skin though his callused hands had a hard time telling too much either. He smiled at her as he felt them.

"Getting rough," he razed.

"Want a handjob," Em razed back. 

"No, thanks," John replied with a smile.

"You're making a working woman out of me," Em complained with a smirk.

"Don't get too big muscles," John said jokingly. "I like you the way you are."

"Funny, Popeye. You think you're going to be able to sail this thing when we're done. What do you know of sailing anyway?"

"Admittedly, not much. I've crewed a little on some regattas back off Long Island with friends that knew what they were doing. But I've never captained a ship and especially not at sea."

"Great! I'm sailing off to who knows where with Captain Ahab," Em bemused kiddingly.

"All we should have to do is stay the course. That shouldn't be all that tough," John proclaimed. "Besides, if it takes several days, you might need to be captain too while I grab some sleep."

"Oh, geez! I hadn't thought of that," Em exclaimed now realizing the fact.

"Well, time to get to it," John stated.

"Oh, please, John. Can't we rest a day?"

"I suppose we can take a little break," John agreed smiling. 

Besides normal food gathering activities, they did little that day other than make love. Em had not had her period so there was no doubt now she was pregnant. She had never been three weeks late before so it had to be. 

They made love slow and tender. They took long leisurely pleasure in each other. Em and John spent time just lounging on the beach and taking long walks all the way around the island. They held hands even though there was no one else to notice. It was a great twenty-four hours and then back to work. 

Over the next three weeks, John concentrated full time on the raft construction while Em did most of the hunting and gathering. She also prepared most of the meals and he taught her how to smoke the extra catch for taking with them. Em worked diligently too on the packing process for the rafts. She spent hours constructing baskets from fresh green palm fronds which she would weave together. She taught herself how to do it in a strong pattern of interwoven fronds. 

The raft started to take shape day after day. John had practically depleted the bamboo stalks available. They would regenerate but it would take a while, years possibly, to recover to how they had been. 

John had designed the raft with three large pieces of bamboo strapped together on the outside edges of the bottom. With two pieces on top and one as a runner below, the bamboo he hoped would function like pontoons, keeping the raft up on the water rather than submerged. He and Em tested his theory while they could still lift the raft. It functioned as he hoped and was actually quite seaworthy. Even with their weight on it, it held the middle of the raft out of the water. However, John wasn't certain if that would be true once they were weighted down with the two plastic rafts and provisions. 

The laborious days dragged on and both of them were growing weary of the constant work. They labored from dawn to dusk, day after day. Even their lovemaking suffered as they were sometimes too exhausted to move. Em started feeling sick on some days. John watched her twice throw up her breakfast right after she ate.

John swore her breasts were getting bigger. He usually had a smile to accompany his claim each time he mentioned it. Em just leered at him and told him to keep his hands off as they were aching too much. 

And so it went for another two weeks. It was towards the beginning of June, they gathered from Em's notches in the tree, that they finished all but the packing. They had battled through two small storms and various aches and pains but the raft was ready. It looked strong enough and seaworthy enough but Em especially was scared of the prospect of boarding her and leaving their deserted island sanctuary. 

The little island had become their home. They had only lived there for several months but the joys they shared and the trials and triumphs seemed too numerous to have happened so quickly. The island, with all its limitations to food and water, had still provided and they had lived pleasantly so far. It would be hard to abandon their island paradise to go back to civilization. Even though John was anxious to see his son, hug him, and let him know he was still alive, the thoughts of the carefree life style they shared gave them great joy. Leaving it brought some trepidation.

John caught Em crying a couple times. He asked her what was wrong but she just always put it off to hormones from the baby. They both knew it was more though. They both felt it but held back talking about it much. Their lives would be so much different back in society. Back to work and school and obligations, routine, and structure. Unlike the basic survival and endless hours of fun and leisure they had on their island Eden.

One of the last things they did on their island home was to celebrate Em's twentieth birthday. John treated her like royalty that day. She couldn't do anything. He suspended work on the raft to feed her, bathe her, and wait on her hand and foot like a queen. She was his pregnant queen and lover. He spent hours pampering her and three times during the day he made love to her. They were slow, easy sessions where each time he would tease her orally to several wonderful orgasms. Then followed by an equally slow, drawn out session of lovemaking designed to maximize her pleasure. By the end of the day, Em just wanted to hug him tight and thank him for everything as they lay tangled together on the beach.



Castaways Ch. 07



This is a fictional account.

*

John got up early and left the hut without disturbing Em. She started having discomfort and nausea in the mornings so he felt it was better to let her sleep. He wanted to work on the rudder mechanism for the raft anyway and she couldn't really help him much with that. Besides, her main focus these days was working on the sail. Never having been much of a sewer, Em was being challenged, with limited materials, to come up with a large enough and suitable sail. 

To create a sail that would be strong enough to survive even in rough and stormy seas, was not too easy since her main sources of material were coats, shirts, and a few old curtains from the plane. Her thread was anything she could gather from denim jeans and the cloth cushions of the captain's and co-pilot's seats, neither of which gave her very long pieces. Not an easy task but she had one saving grace. The old lady had in her suitcase a small travel sewing kit. It wasn't much but there was some thread and more importantly two needles. 

The mast of the raft amounted to the longest and stoutest piece of bamboo they had. It was only ten feet tall but fairly thick at around four inches in diameter. Secured at the base into the raft at the bottom and by two smaller supporting pieces about two feet up, it was pretty sturdy. They would use wire from the plane to hold the sail in place. John had even crafted a way to raise and lower it to the bottom bamboo cross support for the sail using the hanging rings from the curtains on the plane. The sail wouldn't be much to look at by current standards but it would work, they hoped. 

John had worked hard on the design of the rudder. A broken rudder at sea would be worse than if the sail couldn't be repaired. Without a rudder he feared they could be left adrift and that would potentially be their biggest concern for survival. He had spent hours molding and hammering a piece of aluminum around a stout piece of bamboo. He secured it in place with screws from the plane and fashioned the handle for the rudder in a similar way. When he was done, he was satisfied it would work well and could handle some rough seas. Not having much sailing experience though much was guess work that made him uneasy. Trusting his new family to a crudely designed craft out on the open sea worried him constantly. 

One night as they were sitting on the giant boulder behind their hut, watching the sun set, having just had glorious sex, Em had shown him two rings she had made from tiny seashells. She smiled at him as she slipped his on his finger. Then she handed the other to him to put on her finger.

"What are these?" John asked but had a clue and kissed her.

"What do you think they are, silly?" Em replied and kissed him again.

"You made us engagement rings?" John answered.

"Love rings really, but you can certainly call them engagement rings if you want," Em proclaimed with a loving smile.

"I'm the one that should be getting the rings," John said.

"Well, I didn't see you doing it so I did," Em stated.

"I suppose I should be asking the question though," he said hugging her tighter. "Will you marry me, Meredith Emerson?"

"Yes ... I will marry you, John Morrison," Em exclaimed and kissed him passionately.

John slipped the ring on Em's finger and kissed her again. The kisses that followed were so full of love and passion his dick started to react. He wouldn't have thought that possible after the nice long lovemaking session they had just concluded but here it was stirred by their loving kisses. Em's hand on his inner thigh wasn't helping either. It didn't take long for that hand to feel the movement growing towards it. A slight squeeze from her hand told him she knew what was happening. 

Em broke the kiss, 'So soon, big boy?" Em queried with a mischievous smile.

"You're going to kill me," John complained.

"I'm not the one starting this. Besides, you love it," Em added. 

"I certainly can't get enough of you," John said pulling her even closer for a kiss.

The rock was no place to make love so they exited for the frond mat below. They took it long and slow pleasuring each other orally before fucking. Having fucked Em just an hour or so earlier, John lasted a good long time, bringing Em to three nice orgasms before flooding her insides with more sperm. No longer worried about getting her pregnant, Em and John hugged and lay together afterwards, staring into the nighttime fire, and acting like two longtime lovers. 

The next day John worked on the rudder again while Em sewed a section of the sail. Before John could attach the rudder, he wanted to push the raft closer to the water on the rails. He worried that if they kept the raft on the top tier of the beach and loaded it with all the remaining provisions and essentials, when they went to push it down to the beach the rudder would drag in the sand. So he built a stop in the rails leading down to the beach and called Em to help him. Together they pushed the raft over the edge of the top flat part of the beach and then fought hard to hold it back from sliding down hard on the stoppers he had built. 

The stoppers were nothing more than two pieces of stout bamboo on each side, tied together, braced into the sand further down, and positioned to catch the front runners on the raft. The stoppers would work well but John didn't want the raft sliding down the rails hard into them and possibly damaging something or knocking the runners off the rails. It took both Em and John, dragging in the sand above the raft to slow it enough so it just nudged up against the stoppers about midway down the beach and held there.

Now John could mount the rudder and prepare the raft for the finishing touches. Soon he would be affixing the two plastic rafts to the top and getting ready for the loading to begin. John set to work on the rudder as Em returned to her sewing. He was sweating hard as he tried to secure the fairly heavy rudder to the raft. He had part of it wired in place when he heard Em scream. He dropped everything and raced back towards camp. 

"Em, what is it!" John yelled back, grabbed his spear, and raced towards the camp up the beach. 

As he got higher, the top part of Em's body came into view and he saw she had the flare gun pointed into the air. He screamed at her to stop but too late. Still running towards her, he saw the smoke trail from the flare gun as the flare shot skyward. Only twenty feet from Em now, he finally saw what she did. What looked like a military plane was flying low and right at them only several hundred yards away and closing fast. John reached Em as they both watched the flare burst brightly only a hundred feet up in the air. There was little doubt the plane could see it as it screamed past over them and right over the smoke flumes from the dying flare. 

"A plane!" Em was screaming and pointing. "A plane!"

"I see it!" John hollered over the roar of the plane's engines as it passed above.

They hugged as they watched the plane swing out wide and bank around. They cheered and jumped up and down as the plane flew back towards them. It seemed to be swaying back and forth and John realized he was rolling his wings to show they had spotted them. Em and John yelled loudly as the plane flew right over them even lower now. They could almost make out the pilot as he screamed past. 

"He sees us, Em!" John shouted over the wash of the engines. 

"Oh, my god, John! We're going to be saved!" Em cried aloud. 

The plane made one more close pass over the jumping and waving couple before it banked, waved its wings, and took off into the sun. The couple were still waving until it was a black spot in the distance. 

"Are they going to come for us now?" Em asked excitedly.

"He's probably on the radio now to his base reporting our position," John related.

"Was it an American plane?" Em questioned.

"I think it was by the markings. It might have been Coast Guard or the Navy. I'm not sure," John replied.

"When will they be back?" Em queried.

"I don't know," John said before turning to her, "Holy shit!"

"What?" Em stated with a suddenly worried look.

She watched John smile and then laugh. "What?" Em repeated, getting mad that she didn't get the joke.

"That pilot must have liked what he saw," John mused aloud and she followed his eyes.

Em glanced down and suddenly realized she was topless. She had put her bikini bottoms on to sit in the sand and sew but had left her top off out of force of habit. She rarely wore it anymore since her tan was deep and full. Her whole body, like John's was a rich golden brown. Her tits must have been an incredible sight to that pilot as she jumped and waved excitedly. Em looked back at John with a shocked look on her face.

"Oh, my god," Em exclaimed, but then noticed John's smiling face. He cracked up and so did she.

"He'll be back quickly," John howled.

Em slapped his arm but laughed too, "He'll bring all his buddies." 

"He sure will," John agreed, laughing.

After they had a good laugh Em said, "I guess I better start wearing clothes."

"Yeah, no telling when they'll be back."

John turned to go back to the raft as Em stood over the partially finished sail. She glanced back to John just as he was turning back to her. 

"John ... "

"Yeah, what're we doing?" John said, interrupting her. 

"Not much point now," Em offered.

"Yeah, it would be foolish to risk a journey on this raft if we're about to be rescued," John agreed.

"All this work for nothing," Em lamented.

"Definitely," John said turning to look back down the beach at the mast of the raft sticking up over the sand.

"We don't really need to continue, right?" Em questioned.

"You're right, not much point," John granted. 

"What a waste," Em said, bending to pick up her half finished sail. "This was a lot of work." 

"Tell me about it," John acknowledged too.

"We should start preparing to leave for when they get here," Em proclaimed.

"Yeah, we should figure out what we want to take and what to leave," John decided.

"What about the money, John? Are we going to try to bring that with us?"

"We should," John stated.

"Yes, but what if they decided to search us or something?" Em advised.

"Good thought, but I doubt they're going to go through our personal stuff. Pack your underwear and bikinis around the money," John offered as advice jokingly.

"Those horny sailors, that might be the first place they'd look," Em concluded with a giggle.

"Especially after the pilot tells his buddies about the nice show he got," John pronounced laughing.

"Yeah, funny," Em lamented, but then laughed too.

They quit working on the raft and instead began packing some of their belongings into two suitcases. That night they celebrated after dinner their apparent rescue. They made a brew of heated coconut milk, shavings of coconut, and pieces of banana. It was tasty and reminded them of coconut and banana pudding except waterier. 

They were in high spirits that night and made love, possibly for the last time on their private deserted tropical isle. Their passion was hot and intense. John never tired of looking at her beauty. He thought she was the prettiest woman he had ever known and constantly watched her move about gracefully and athletically. His desire to be near her and with her all the time just intensified and she many times caught him just sitting back gazing at her. She would always smile and just continue whatever she was doing. He found her to be incredibly hot. Even down a few pounds from the hard work on the island had toned her muscles. Her body was like that of a golden goddess with its amazing tan. Her aureoles, once richly pink, were now golden brown like the rest of her. They were near invisible on her ample breasts if not for the delicious looking buds of her nipples, so easily excited. 

Their love making that night, unlike other times where their passions drove them to hot, hard, and fast sex, was slow and deliberate. They played and teased each other for a long time. John went first, kissing Em as she lay on her back on the frond mat. He kissed her lips, around her eyes and forehead, the tip of her nose, and around to each ear. He kissed down her neck, even sucking gently of the soft dark skin. He might have given her a mark but her tan hid everything. He gently worked down to her breasts, kissing all around them before ever touching the aroused, distended nipples that so urgently awaited his caress. Em moaned appreciatively at his touches but groaned too seeking more stimulation to her aching tits. John cupped the firm mounds in each hand and slowly fed the sensitive morsels to his mouth and tongue. He licked all around her nipples before sucking the turgid buds into his mouth. Em held his head to her and moaned softly at his ministrations to her breasts.

"Oh, god, John! That feels so good," Em gasped.

"I could play with these beauties for hours," John replied with his mouth still partly touching a saliva slick nipple.

"Be my guest," Em encouraged jokingly. 

"What about me going lower? You want me to just stay here and not go lower?"

"Mmmm, please ... don't stop ... yes ... yes ... keep going," Em pleaded with real conviction.

John laughed, "Soon," and he returned to a stiff nipple.

"Oh, god," Em growled. "Please."

John disobeyed just long enough to raise her desire another level. When his mouth trailed away from her tits, down her taut belly, he left her nipples wet and hard as bullets in the cooling night breeze. As he kissed lower, Em moaned quietly while she awaited his touch to her sex. John loved making her cum with his mouth and Em knew from experience what awaited her when he finally got there. Her body arched slightly off the mat hoping to cause him to move faster to her pussy. She could feel her passion rising and knew it wouldn't take much for him to pull the first orgasm of the night from her wet and aroused cunt. Her mind reeled with the pleasure and she told herself, 'One touch to my clit and he's going to set me off for sure.'

John maddeningly made her wait though. He kissed and licked all around her pussy but stayed away from actually touching it. He kissed down the soft inner skin of her thighs, all the way down her shapely legs, and licked at her toes. Em watched him with burning lust in her eyes as he sucked on her toes one after the other. He agonizingly slowly kissed and licked up the other leg until he finally, once again, worked around her sex. Em used her hands to try to guide him to her aching core, but he held just short of her goal. 

Finally, John parted her labia with his fingers and thrust her probing tongue as deep as he could into her wet vagina. Em howled and bucked up off the mat. It had not even taken a touch to her clit to send her over the edge. Her delicious orgasm consumed her as she pushed his head hard against her. John's tongue wiggled mischievously inside her seeking every possible pleasure receptor. 

"Oh, god, you wicked man," Em grunted as her pussy stopped spasming around his active tongue. 

"You like that?" John asked, removing his tongue briefly from her flooded cavity. 

"God, yes," Em groaned.

"Me too," John agreed, returning to taste more of her sweet cum.

John worked on her cunt again, nowhere near done. He played to bring her at least one more nerve shattering explosion before he stopped. He probed her pussy with fingers and tongue until he had her moaning again. Her hands were still clutching fists full of his hair and pressing him to her so hard he had to fight to breathe. When he had her good and aroused he started to increase the tempo and stimulation one action after another. He inserted one finger at a time inside her tight pussy until he had three buried deep enough to rub her spot. 

He teased the rough surface as his tongue and other hand started to work above. John could easily see her hard little pea poking out of her hood. Her clit was wet and pink and ready to be touched but he moved all around it agonizingly. Em grunted and squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to get him to touch her clit but he held back until he knew she was primed to go off like a new oil well. One touch and he would send her into climatic space. 

"John," Em urged just before he sucked on the hard little nubbin. "Oh, fuck!"

John sucked with some force on her tender little clit as Em bucked and trembled. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train and she squeezed his head between her legs cutting off his air. He stayed with her as she thrashed about as waves of bliss coursed through her body; all the time his mouth and tongue teased the tender bud of her clit with electric touches that spread through her body like currents. 

"Good, god!" Em gasped loudly. "Ahh ... Mmmm."

When she finally began to relax John let her hyper-sensitive clit go and concentrated on tasting her sweet nectar. He lapped at her cunt and pushed her legs back open to give himself greater access and the ability to breathe. He feasted on her until she gently pushed him back but not before he had cleaned her of most of her tasty cum. 

"No more, please," Em groaned. "Oh, god, that was good."

John crawled back up her body and she kissed him with love and passion. She tasted herself in his mouth as she probed the inside with her tongue. They lay panting together for a few minutes until both could catch their breath. Em slowly pushed him over and began kissing him. 'Two can play at this game,' she mused.

Em repeated most of what John had done to her. She started with the kisses to his face, neck, and down his body. She sucked on his nipples too until they were hard little buds. Then she trailed down his firm body but carefully avoided and contact with his proudly standing member. His cockhead already had leaked pre-cum from the arousal of eating her gorgeous pussy. Her sweet caresses and tender licks were driving him crazy and more pre-cum bubbled from his cock slit like the open lava vent of an active volcano. He tried hard to concentrate on other things to take his mind off the delicious touches and gentle licks of Em's active fingers and tongue. He didn't want to cum, as she had, when she first touched him, but he was having trouble fighting that feeling. 

"Oh, god, Em," John moaned.

"Not so easy on the receiving end, is it?" Em chuckled.

"No," John agreed.

"Want me to touch this?" Em questioned and flicked her forefinger nail across the sensitive underside of his cockhead. 

John's cock twitched in response to her fingernail teasing his overly aroused flesh and a fresh bead of pre-cum oozed from the head. She only touched it the one time but his cock continued to pulse and throb with desire.

"Oh, shit," John growled.

"Like that?" Em asked and scrapped the same nail across the surface again. 

"Oh, geez," John gasped as his cock again jerked uncontrollably of its own accord.

Unlike John, Em wasn't trying to make him cum yet and she feared she might push him to shoot off into the air and on his chest. She loved watching John's cock spew cum but not this time. She was more interested in feeling his big rigid shaft crammed up her tight pussy. She didn't want to risk getting him off too soon and possibly not getting a chance to ride his nice cock to a glorious orgasm. 

"Don't you cum," she scolded. "I need you inside me first."

"Oh, god ... you better make it soon," John pleaded.

Em moved away from his cock only having barely touched it twice. She slid up his body and kissed him passionately. They kissed for a good long time but she didn't touch his cock giving him time to recover some. When she thought he was calmed down a little, Em shifted over top of John and positioned herself to take him inside. 

"You okay now?" Em asked.




Castaways Ch. 07



"A little," John croaked.

"Ahh," John said as Em's pussy made first contact with his cockhead. 

The wetness and lubrication from his pre-cum as well as her own juices allowed Em to easily slip him inside despite his girth. She eased down feeling inch after inch of his cock part her inner pussy and push deep inside her. The same cock that had given her a baby in her womb was now butting once again up against her cervix and filling her wonderfully. 

"Oh, geez, I love your cock inside me," Em exclaimed.

"You feel beautifully tight, babe," John responded.

"God, I love this big dick," Em added as she rose up and then settled slowly down again, feeling every inch once more.

"Take it slow, babe," John encouraged.

"Does your cock like that tight young pussy?" Em queried jokingly.

"For sure," John gasped back as she moved again.

Em rode John's cock slowly. She would bury him deep inside her and grind her pussy into his groin. The sensations for both of them were exquisite. She finally began increasing the speed as her need commanded. John hung with her and used his hands to guide her hips. Em didn't show any real signs of pregnancy yet other than maybe her boobs were even bigger. Her nipples were definitely more sensitive and John moved his hands to touch those. Em moaned as John tweaked and pulled slightly on her aroused nipples. Her bikini bras were getting tighter and she wondered if she would become a D-cup during her pregnancy. 

John's hands to her breasts were all the added stimulation Em needed and she felt her orgasm approaching at a quick pace. She sensed John's urgency beneath her too and that drove her on even more. She loved it when they came together and she hoped that would happen this time. A few more powerful strokes up and down on John's incredibly hard cock pushed Em over the edge. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard on him, restricting movement. 

John groaned under her, deprived of the friction and further stimulation he needed to achieve orgasm. He thrust up into her but her pussy was incredibly tight. Em's head leaned backwards as she gasped with her release. Beautiful multi-color rockets exploded in her brain and behind her closed eyelids. Electrical pulses from discharging nerve endings flashed across her mind and through her body, making her tremble and groan even louder.

John gained some movement as Em's cunt flooded with her juices and it began to spasm around his cock. He drove up into her desperate for relief but Em was nearing completion of her climax and fell down on his heaving chest. Her beautiful tits acted like two soft pillows as they mashed against him. Her hard nipples evident as they poked him near his own. John stopped fucking up into her even though his own brain and body screamed for release. He let Em bask in the warm afterglow of her wonderful orgasm. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing was labored as she tried to recover. John's cock pulsed angrily inside her as if it had a mind of its own. It seemed unhappy with the conclusion of this fuck so far and wanted more desperately. 

Finally Em opened her eyes and looked at John dreamily. A weak smile came to her lips and she leaned forward and kissed him.

"God, you fuck me so well," Em related.

"Yeah," John replied but the strain in his voice gave away his problem.

John felt Em shift her body a little. In doing so, she felt his stiff member still buried deep inside her. She moved her pussy a little on him and squeezed invitingly with her inner muscles.

"Someone didn't cum yet," Em stated.

"No," John answered desperately.

"Mmm ... I could ride this again but I have the feeling you're close, huh?" Em said.

"Definitely," John concurred.

"Good," Em said, shocking John a little. "I want a taste."

John didn't protest but watched with definite interest as Em uncoupled from his big cock and slid down his body. John lay back as he felt Em's hand cup his balls. His nut sack was tight against his body signaling the closeness of his release. Em's other hand lightly stroked the shaft as she hungrily watched the angry red cockhead flare wider in preparation of spewing his seed. 'God, I love this cock,' Em thought to herself as she teased him just short of cumming. More pre-cum oozed desperately from the open slit and this time it was cloudy with sperm, not just clear. It was further evidence of just how close he was to cumming.

Em's wicked tongue snaked out and licked up their combined cum from his engorged cockhead. She had done this many times before and didn't mind the blend of tastes from their combined fluids. Her taste buds tried to identify the owner of the cum as she licked the oozing head and then down the wet shaft. John's scrotum was soaked as well and she used the moisture to knead the bloated testes in their slick sack. 

"Fuck, Em!" John growled desperately.

"Someone need to cum?" Em asked with a giggle.

"Please, god," John pleaded.

"I'm not god but you might think so after this," Em merrily joked.

"Come o ... ," John never got the rest out.

Em plunged the head of John's cock into her mouth and swabbed it wickedly with her tongue. John arched off the mat and howled. The quickness of the stimulation and the exact form of it made him nearly explode instantaneously. His body shook as she mischievously squeezed the base of his cock and pulled his balls away from his body. The combination of moves gave him wonderful feelings yet stole from him his ability to cum.

"Oh, fuck ... you evil woman!" John chastised.

"Agh ... was all Em said in response around his cock as she plunged deeper taking nearly all of him into her throat. 

Em had learned to be a great deepthroat artist with a lot of practice on their little island sanctuary. With not much else fun to do, sex had become not only important to their love for each other but a practiced pastime and game. They had tried everything including anal sex. John liked it but Em had trouble enjoying his huge cock inside her extremely tight rear hole. She had managed to cum during those sessions by playing with her clit but the orgasms were not as intense for her as when he fucked her. She much preferred his dick inside her pussy and John knew it so he rarely even mentioned anal. 

Her cocksucking though, was something they both enjoyed very much, just as with his eating her pussy. Em had learned exact what John liked and had explored different techniques and methods to stimulate him. She learned how to keep him from cumming to prolong the experience and had fought through her gag reflex to take him all the way down her throat. It was this feeling he now enjoyed as his cockhead lingered in her clenching throat. 

"Fuck" John growled.

Em backed off his cock so he wouldn't cum down her throat. That had happened once and it made her gag. She held the head in her mouth and sucked hard on it, using her tongue to add further stimulus. Her hands this time encouraged his climax rather than suppressed it. She wanted desperately now to give him his release and taste her reward.

"Em!" John yelled, but without need.

She needed no warning of what was coming. His cockhead pulsed and swelled in her mouth seconds before it erupted. His lava like hot cum shot from his dick in huge pent up ropes. Em took the first two huge ones and swallowed. She managed to get that down as her mouth started to refill with the next ejaculations. Em collected those as she continued to lick naughtily at the spewing cockhead. 

"Ahh!" John grunted as he finally got his long overdue release. 

John's cock throbbed in her mouth giving her several more diminishing amounts. Em's mouth was nearly full again as she pulled back from his finished orgasm. John lay back with one arm over his eyes, panting with the force of his release. Em chuckled to herself as she looked up from his rapidly deflating cock, across his beating chest, and at his drained face, half covered by his arm. She swirled the cum in her mouth with her tongue, letting her taste buds experience all of the salty concoction.

Eventually, John moved his arm, opened his eyes, and weakly smiled at her.

"You're incredible," John exuded.

"Mmm," Em throated but then opened her mouth to show what she still possessed.

The whitish pool flowed back and forth over her pink tongue like thick milk. John watched intently as Em showed him his own cum before she swallowed it for him. After it was gone down her throat, she immediately smiled at him.

"Oh, god, you know that drives me crazy when you do that," John exclaimed.

"That's why I do it," Em stated. "Plus I like it too."

He pulled her to him and they kissed. The taste of him in her mouth was still evident to John. They lay together for a long time with the full moon casting its warm glow over them. They were both nearly asleep when John thought he heard sometime. He eased Em off him and stood up. Em awoke too to find him pulling on his shorts.

"What is it?"

"Do you hear that?" he said and they both stopped moving to listen.

"What is it?" Em queried after hearing sometime too.

"Sounds like an engine," John exclaimed finishing buttoning his shorts.

Em got to her knees and reached for her discarded bikini. She quickly put that on as the sound grew somewhat louder. It seemed to be carried on the wind to them. John walked towards it as Em disappeared into the hut for more clothes. She didn't want to greet rescuers in her bikini. When Em had a tank top on and shorts, she ran to where John was. He had stopped midway down towards the north beach on the opposite side of where their raft was. He stood half hidden behind the last set of rocks before only sand ran fifty yards to the water. 

"What is it? Why are you hiding?" Em asked as she approached behind him.

"Shh," John cautioned. "I'm not sure."

"What do you mean," Em whispered. "It's the sailors, right?"

They could clear see the running lights of a low but fairly long boat approaching the beach a good five hundred yards down, near where John liked to catch gulls. The lights were not bright but enough to easily see across the darkened water, even with the moonlight. 

"Not sure," John nervously allowed.

Now Em's voice took on a nervous tint too as she said, "Are you worried it might be someone else?"

"Yes," John stated quietly.

"But, John, what are the odds of someone else coming after all this time right after we're spotted by the Coast Guard?" Em astutely questioned. "It must be them."

"I don't know but I just have a bad feeling about this," John concluded.

They watched quietly from behind the rocks as the sleek craft eased into the shoreline and through the gentle surf. They could make out several figures moving as silhouettes on the boat as they looked like they were preparing to land. Their clothes were not white like you might expect from sailors or the Coast Guard but instead dark and seemed to be different on each person, not like uniforms. Em and John watched as one scurried up onto the bow of the boat and jumped off into the water just short of the beach. He appeared to have shorts or a swimsuit on and a tee shirt. The rest were moving about, preparing to exit the boat.

"I don't like this," John whispered.

"You think they are drug runners or something like those other guys," Em wondered.

"I don't know. Maybe, either way, we better make sure before we go parading out there into a trap," John stated.

"Yeah," Em agreed with a cold twinge running down her spine. She suddenly remembered the three bad guys they had landed with and the trouble that followed. If not for John she would surely have been raped and possibly beaten by those guys. 

The guy that had jumped off was holding a rope and he pulled hard as the boat hit the beach. It moved partway onto the beach before stopping. The guy searched around in the moonlight for someplace to tie off the boat but the beach was over fifty yards up to the tree line. He didn't have that much rope so he just dropped it. Someone else on board threw him something and Em and John immediately recognized it as a gun. Actually John observed it was an assault rifle like an AK-47. The guy swung the strap over his shoulder just as the other guy handed down a large trash bag. They watched as eight trash bags and a silver suitcase were handed down to the guy on the beach. Each of the trash bags looked to be fairly heavy.

"For sure they're not Coast Guard," John muttered to Em.

"Doesn't look like it, huh?" Em replied.

"No!" John whispered forcefully.

"Shit, John! What're we going to do?" Em questioned nervously.

"I don't know," John answered with real concern in his voice.

They watched as two more guys jumped off the front of the boat onto the beach. One of them clearly had another AK-47 while the third didn't seem to be armed. He was scanning the beach while the other two grabbed two bags each. The unarmed guy seemed to be the leader as he pointed straight up the beach and the other two headed that way with their cargo. 

It was then that John and Em watched another guy lead a woman out onto the front of the bottom and nearly push her off. She managed to jump instead and landed by the leader before losing her footing and dropping to her knees. She was at the water's edge and her pants had to get wet. The leader hauled her up and gave her one of the trash bags to carry. He grabbed the silver suitcase and they started to follow the others up the beach as the last guy jumped down. He grabbed two more bags and followed the rest. Soon they would be out of sight at the tree line.

"What do you think are in those bags?" Em asked.

"I'm guessing drugs but who knows," John responded.

"What about the silver case?'

"Not a clue."

"This is very bad, isn't it, John?"

"Yeah."

"What should we do?"Em asked.

"You stay right here. Promise me you won't move unless you have to," John demanded.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sneak down there and see if I can tell what they are up to. It might give us a clue as to who they are and what they want," John stated.

"Oh, god, John, I'm not crazy about being left alone. What if they see you?" Em lamented.

"They won't. I'll be careful but you stay here, okay?"

"Okay."

Em watched as John crouched low and scurried along the rocks and trees that bordered the northern beach. He stayed low and in the shadows and Em lost sight of him many times as he worked his way down the beach. The people from the boat had not returned so Em figured they must be exploring the other side of the island. 'Shit, they'll find the lean-to those assholes built and know someone was on this island,' Em worried. 'Oh, god, John, be safe please.'

John made it to just short of where the five people had left the beach. Even in the moonlight he knew his way around the island. He cut through some rocks and past the nearly decimated stand of bamboo. He quietly moved between the rocks and the palms, keeping to a path he believed to be just parallel of the one the five people would have taken. As he got deeper into the woods he thought he heard voices. He kept going and the muffled sounds became Spanish words. Unfortunately, his years of high school Spanish were mostly distant memories and he could understand nearly nothing they were saying. 

John crawled now along the path and angled closer to the voices. He found an outcropping of rocks and climbed up over one so he could hide behind them yet stand mostly erect. As he stood up he had a clear view of the five people twenty yards away. They had stopped in a small clearing and set down the bags and suitcase. The one that appeared to be the leader was doing most of the talking and also had a flashlight be brandished around. John watched as he seemed to give orders to the two with the assault rifles and they disappeared back towards the beach. Undoubtedly to get the remaining bags they had left on the beach. 

The remaining guy started gathering some driftwood and dried fronds. He piled them in the center of the clearing as if they intended to make a fire. The leader was ordering the woman to help the guy. She didn't seem to understand at first and cowed back from the leader as if afraid he might hit her. Eventually she realized he wanted her to help with the fire and she started to gather fronds as well. When they had a decent pile the leader pulled out a lighter and lit some of the fronds. They caught immediately, as usual, and the fire roared to life. The light from it started to illuminate the three remaining people. 

John was glad they had decided to make a fire. The light from it would give them night blindness and he would be less likely to be seen in the dark. In turn he could now make out the leader. He was taller than the other guy and had a full black beard. He looked Latino as did the other. John had thought him to be unarmed but in the illumination from the fire two pistols were evident tucked in his waistband. He was dressed in a red shirt and ragged tan cutoffs. He appeared to be in his thirties as did the guy with him who also had a pair of pistols in his belt. 

John turned his attention to the woman briefly. When the fire was roaring she backed off to one side. The guy that had gathered the wood walked to her and spoke, but as he did he nearly pushed her to the ground. He obviously wanted her to sit and she did cross-legged. As she swayed and nearly fell to the ground from the guy's push, John suddenly noticed her shirt was totally open in the front and she had no bra on. Her smallish white breasts were momentarily visible to him before she sat down and folded her arms in front of her. 

She had a long dark pleaded skirt on that hid most of her legs. As John looked at her he tried to make out if the shirt was torn or not. It looked like it had been and she looked to be maybe twenty years old. She was white where all the others were Latino and her hair, which was possibly dirty blond, was hanging raggedly down to her shoulders. The look on her otherwise pretty face said she didn't want to be there with these men. 

His thoughts on the woman were interrupted when the other two, armed with the AK-47's, showed up with the remaining bags. They dropped them with the others. One of them then walked over to the girl and playfully kicked her with his bare foot. It wasn't a hard kick, but she cowed back none-the-less. 

The leader started giving orders again and he walked to the edge of the clearing and flashed the light around at different things. John had to duck twice to keep from getting caught in the beam. 

The leader finally found a spot on the southern side of the clearing he liked just below a good sized boulder. He yelled at the guys, giving them some commands. John hadn't noticed them before but the two new guys had brought back two small spades with them. The one by the bags picked them up and threw one to the guy that had kicked the girl. They walked over to where the leader stood. After some words back and forth, and what looked like some differing opinions of where to dig, the two guys started digging near where the leader had directed. 

John watched for a good twenty minutes while the two men dug a fairly big hole. The other man had brought all the bags over to them as they worked. The leader wasn't watching them though. Instead he seemed to continue to search for another spot. At one point he walked with his flashlight right towards John. John dropped down low behind the rocks and through a crack he saw the leader's feet and legs walk to within ten feet of him. Fortunately he stopped there and yelled something back to the others John didn't understand. 

When the leader walked back to the group, John was able to stand once again. He watched as the three men started burying the bags in the hole they dug. Ten minutes later, they were finished covering the hole. He should have left when they were smoothing out the sand around where they had just dug but he lingered too long. The boss then instructed them to the spot he had walked to near John. Once again John had to drop low behind the rocks as the three guys came over towards him. Following words John couldn't grasp, the three guys lifted a rock about double the size of a basketball. They set it aside and began digging where it had been. This time they dug a smaller hole in the sand and John watched the leader bring the silver case over. He put that in the hole on its side and the guys filled it in. They then placed the rock back over top of it. 




Castaways Ch. 07



John still hadn't figured out exactly what was in those bags and this case but it was somewhat obvious the boss was more concerned about the case. One of the tired workers leaned back against the very rock John was hiding behind. He crunched down low on the ground and tried not to make a sound. Fortunately, the boss was talking, as were some of the men, and they were very occupied with the conversation. Soon they all gathered again around the fire. The two with the assault rifles left once more for the boat. 

John thought about leaving then but was curious what they would do now. He wanted to know if they intended to search anywhere further on the island. If they had continued south along the path they were on another fifty yards, past some rocks and palms, they would come to where the lean-to the three drug runners had built with the plane wing. It wouldn't take much more searching to find the remains of the plane on the beach and then their raft. That would surely then lead them right to Em and John's hut. 

As John pondered those possibilities the two guys returned with several bags and a couple of bottles. They were taking swigs from one of the bottles. It looked like rum to John but he couldn't be sure from this far away. The leader snatched the other bottle and what looked like some wrapped up food from one of the bags and sat down opposite his men. He unwrapped the food and began to eat in between swigs of the rum. The others ate too but no one seemed to offer anything to the girl. 

John decided to wait a little longer before leaving. The men were already talking louder and more animatedly. They were laughing and talking at the poor woman sitting by herself. One of them tossed her the remains of his food and she unwrapped it an ate it quickly. Soon the guys would be drunk and he felt good he could then more easily slip away. 

He was just about to leave when the guy that had kicked the girl earlier got up to take a leak. He walked towards John as he fished his dick from his shorts. John waited for him to piss at the base of one of the palms not far from the rock where they had buried the case. When finished he turned and walked back towards the group. John was about to leave but the guy didn't sit where he had been by the other guy with the AK-47. Instead he walked right in front of the girl. John's couldn't see what he was doing but from the movement of his arms and the way he laughed at her, he was still exposed. He seemed to be waving his dick in her face and she cringed backward as he stood over her. 

The other guy with the two pistols got up and pushed the first guy away from the girl. When the guy staggered a few feet he turned to face the guy pushing him. His cock was definitely hanging out of his pants. The new guy reached down and pulled the girl to her feet. He was telling the first guy something and then talking to the girl. She didn't understand his words but tried to stay back as he pulled on her arm. He turned as if to hit her and she held her arm in front of her face. He then proceeded to half drag her more cooperatively from the clearing but she was crying and saying something in what appeared to be French. John didn't understand her either. He got several glimpses of her tits as she followed the guy. 

John worried the guy might discover the lean-to since he was heading in that direction but the guy stopped only ten yards or so outside the clearing, somewhat outside the circle of light from the fire. John watched as he pushed to girl to her knees. He then fished his cock from his shorts and yelled something to her. John only stayed long enough to see her move on her knees to him and position her face at his half turned groin. It didn't take a genius to figure out the rest.

John slipped quietly back over the rock. He looked once to make sure he had not been spotted. The men were too busy drinking and yelling things at the man with the girl and laughing to hear or see him. The leader looked a little more aware but even he was beginning to sound drunk. John crept from the camp until he was back on the path he had taken there. He hurried back toward the beach realizing he had left Em waiting over an hour for his return. When he reached the beach he decided to check out the boat. He hoped for clues of their intentions or who they were. He also hoped for something more to defend themselves with like a gun if need be. 

As he ran to the boat he could see the men had carried a good sized rock down to the beach and tied their mooring rope off to it. Obviously they worried about the tide and this way the boat would stay anchored even if the water rose. John reached the boat and looked back to see if anyone had spotted him. Feeling they were safely into their drink he walked into the water until he was along side. It was a cigarette style boat but of an older class. It was a bit aged and untidy but otherwise looked fast. He climbed over the side and proceeded to look around. 

The key was gone so any thought of stealing their boat was lost. He saw odd stuff like TVs and stereo equipment stored below deck. He wasn't sure now if they were drug runners or pirates but one thing was now certain: they weren't nice guys. He made sure not to disturb anything that would suggest to them he had been there. He didn't find any more guns unfortunately. Satisfied he had searched as much as he dared, he slipped over the side back into the water. He stayed in the water until he was twenty yards from the boat down the beach. He looked for signs he had been spotted but, seeing nothing, he made his way onto the beach and ran to where Em was hopefully still hiding. 



Castaways Ch. 08



This is a fictional account. If you haven't read the others, you might want to start at the beginning. Hope you enjoy but if you're just looking for hot sex this isn't the chapter. 

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As John got close to where he had left Em hiding she dashed out from the rocks to greet him.

"Shit, I thought you were dead you were gone so long," Em lambasted him and smacked his arm none too lightly.

"Ouch ...sorry, I just had to stay to see what they were up to," John confessed.

"Don't ever leave me like that again. I was petrified you were hurt or worse," Em scolded.

"Okay ... okay, I won't," John agreed.

"Well ... tell me ... what're they doing?"

"They buried those bags and the briefcase too," John exclaimed.

He grabbed her elbow and led her back behind the rocks for cover. He also glanced one last time down the beach to make sure they had not been seen. They crouched below the rocks on the sand.

"Em, they are definitely not friendlies. And that poor girl appears to be a hostage or slave or something."

"Oh, god! Are they a danger to us?"

"Yeah, we need to cover our tracks as much as possible and be prepared to leave if we have too."

"But, John, the raft isn't ready, you said so yourself, and the sail is nowhere near done," Em exclaimed.

"I know but our chances of survival might be slim otherwise. I have a feeling they don't want anyone to know they were here and especially where they buried those bags," John professed.

"What're we going to do?" Em questioned nervously.

"I think they're going to bed down for the night where they are. They built a fire and were drinking heavily when I left. No telling how much exploring they're going to do in the morning though. We need to work through the night getting ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To defend ourselves and leave the island if we have to," John declared.

"Defend ourselves ... with what? They have fucking machine guns!" Em exclaimed.

"I know, it's not good, but hopefully we can maintain surprise on our side."

"John, there are four of them with guns. The three other guys didn't have guns and we were lucky you got two of them with your trap."

"I know, Em, but what the hell you want me to do? You said it yourself. The raft isn't ready and we can only use it as a last resort. Without a sail we'll just drift wherever," John stated.

"I know ... I know!" Em agreed frightfully. 

"We got to move the raft to the western side of the island as far away from these guys as we can to preserve our escape and we have to get rid of the ramp so they won't see it. Then we have to provision the boat as best we can before dawn. I also need to resurrect the trap and we need to prepare to defend ourselves," John explained.

"Oh, god, this is crazy. Maybe we should just take the raft now before they wake?"

"To where? We could drift way out to sea and we don't have enough saved provisions for too long," John concluded.

"I know!" Em agreed emphatically. "You're right. It just looks like suicide to me to take these guys on."

"I've got an idea. If it works we can get away quickly," John explained.

"Okay, I hope so," Em worried aloud.

"Come with me. I'll explain as we work," John instructed.

First thing they worked on was to prepare the camp. John hadn't reset the booby traps after Em had worried that one time about exactly this very thing happening. She had once said to him, when they argued over when to signal and when not to, that she was concerned that they would signal to the wrong people. Well, here the bad guys had come unsolicited by them. Fortunately John had saved the parts to his booby trap. He hadn't wanted to reset it for fear one of them would accidently trip it but now he worked feverishly to reset the hanging traps.

He climbed two trees near the camp with the long pointed pieces of driftwood strapped to his back. He secured them in place with the vines he had used before and ran them down to the ground. He then connected them in trip wire fashion on three sides to the approach to the hut. When he was done he had it just like the first time when it had worked to great efficiency on the drug runners. Only this time he worried that Em might be right. The chances were greater these guys would approach in daylight after sleeping off their drunk. They might more easily see the trip wires. If they totally avoided the trap then their chances of survival diminished substantially.

Once that was done they moved the suitcases they planned to leave with on the raft, including the money, up onto the high rock above their hut. John planned to make a stand from that advantage point. If things got out of hand quickly they could run away on the opposite side of the rock formation away from the hut to the west. The drop off the big flat rock to the sand on that side was only three feet and then a path wound through the rocks down to the western beach. It would take the pirates or whatever they were some time to figure out how to climb the rock and get on top. Once they did, he hoped Em and he would already be down to the beach and the raft. 

Next, John had Em hand him up whatever weapons they had. Knives, three spears they used for fishing, and the bow and five arrows John had made with bamboo for their trip on the raft. He hoped to be able to shoot fish if they came close enough to the raft while they were at sea. He had never planned for this and with building the raft had only practiced once to see if it worked. He had done archery as a kid but that was a long time ago and the practice proved how rusty he was. Plus his bow and arrows were rudimentary at best. The only good thing was the tips were sharp, with small pointed pieces of aluminum from the plane.

With the camp set, they began the far more difficult task. They had to launch the raft and pull it through the surf around the western side of the island. They had to moor it there but in such a way that they could release it quickly to get away if need be. They then had to dismantle the ramp to the water and hide the remaining bamboo. John reasoned there was strong likelihood the leader of the bad guys would explore the island a little before departing. If he did, he only had to walk fifty feet south to spot the lean-to from the drug runners. Once seeing that he was sure their interest would be piqued to look further. If for nothing more than to make sure the island was uninhabited as they probably suspected at first or maybe even knew from previous visits. 

John believed they would then discover the two pieces of the plane on the southern shoreline and probably next Em's mother's grave along with the other passengers. It wouldn't take a genius to realize someone had to bury them and might still be around.  

The work was difficult as they slid the raft down near the water and started dismantling the already used part of the ramp. John had kept one of the knives in his pocket and used that to walk around slicing loose the vine bindings that held the bamboo ramp together. Once he had cut them all he left Em to dispose of the bamboo pieces off the beach in a clump of rocks and palms. They would be unlikely to discover them there without a very thorough search. 

John fought the surf for over an hour to pull and push the raft around the island. He could have used Em's help to keep it from washing repeated up onto the beach as he tried to pull it around by the vine he hoped to moor it with on the western side. Unfortunately, she needed to keep working on what she was doing. The full moonlight afforded them ample light for the work they were doing but John knew daylight wasn't far off now. They were both sweating and breathing heavily as they raced to get done what they needed to. 

John used the same method he had seen the pirates use. He carried the largest rock he could down to the beach and tied the vine off to it. He felt good it would hold the raft from drifting away with the coming tide but still give him the opportunity to cut them loose for a hasty departure. His arms and back ached by the time he jogged back along the beach to see how Em was doing. Along the way he passed the signal pyre. He had forgotten about that. It too along with the SOS rocks on the beach should be dealt with. He groaned aloud to himself as he raced back to Em.

Em had most of the bamboo off the beach and hidden. John helped her cut the last few bindings at the end which had been under the raft before he left and dispose of the remaining pieces. Their footprints were all over the place in the sand. The only good news they had as they sweated and huffed was the tide was coming in. It would hide or wash away many of their tracks in the harder sand.

The next task was to disperse the rocks they had used to form the SOS sign on the beach. That took about thirty minutes of very hard labor. By the time they had dismantled the signal pyre and spread the parts of it among the rocks and palms, they both collapsed exhausted on the beach to catch their breath.

"Are we done?" Em moaned with sore muscles, her breath still labored.

"I think," John said echoing her exhaustion.

"Good, otherwise I just might let them kill me," Em professed half jokingly.

"I'd almost agree with you on that," John said.

"Do you think what we've done will matter?" Em asked.

"I hope so, Em. If we can somehow keep them from finding our camp we should survive," John claimed.

"What if they do?"

"Then we'll just have to make the best of it," John declared.

"You think we have a chance, John?" Em questioned.

"I do," John said, trying to sound upbeat when he wasn't that confident at all.

"John, don't let them take me please," Em declared.

"I won't, babe," John proclaimed.

"I mean ... if you have to ... I mean I'd rather die than be taken by them," Em confessed, her voice crackling. 

"Em, I love you! We'll make it through this. We'll survive!" John exclaimed as vehemently as he could sound. 

"I love you too. You're right ... we'll find a way," Em concurred, trying to match his positive attitude.

John leaned over and kissed her. Unlike their normal lust filled kisses during sex, this kiss was ardent but tender. It spoke of their love for each other and their determination to make it through the day.

After several deep kisses, John pulled Em to her feet as the sun was breaking in the east. They hurried back to camp to load provisions on the raft. Loaded down with water and dried fish, Em made her way back to the raft. John carried the two plastic rafts back to their escape vehicle. While Em made two more trips for food and more water, John secured the plastic rafts to the bigger bamboo raft. He loaded the provisions on the sand as Em returned with the final load of prepared food and water. John reasoned to himself, 'We can survive for about ten days adrift I think.' They then retrieved their suitcases from the big rock and stowed those too.

Finally finished they went straight back to camp, familiarizing themselves with the path they would need to take through the rocks and trees in a hurry to escape. With the sun blazing in the east, just above the horizon, they lay down on lifejackets they had moved onto the rock to make it somewhat comfortable.

"Em, try to get some sleep," John stated as they lay prone on the rock overlooking their camp below. 

"God, John, I don't know if I can. I'm exhausted but too nervous," Em concluded.

"Try. We'll need our rest," John stated.

"Okay," Em agreed, lying down beside him. 

John kept watch and had a hard time keeping his eyes open. Em had fallen asleep after about twenty minutes from sheer exhaustion. To busy himself and stave off sleep, John found and carried three good sized rocks up onto the big rock. He wanted to give them more protection from bullets and also break up the outline of the rock. With the top flat on the big boulder, they couldn't look over the side or pop their heads up easily without possibly being noticed. 

For John's plan to work they needed to be able to see the bad guys. He could only find three rocks big enough, that he could carry, and the right shape to work. He put two of them on the eastern edge of the big boulder to hide Em and the third in front of him. Then he worried they looked odd, placed like that on top of the big boulder, so he found and placed some driftwood and old looking palm fronds on top of them sporadically to hopefully give them a more natural look. He wasn't at all sure it worked but at this point didn't have a choice. John hung on till the sun was high in the sky. He fought sleep but exhaustion was winning out. 

On the eastern end of the island the pirates and drug runners had finally awoken. The leader had been the first to rise. He had gone to take a leak and discovered the lean-to just as John had feared. He went back to the camp and kicked the others awake. They growled at him but stirred. The leader last woke the girl with a not so friendly kick. After they were all up and the other three had relieved themselves right in front of the girl, they tied a rope around her hands and the other guy with two pistols pulled her along as the leader told everyone to follow him. 

He took them back past the lean-to which they examined for signs of recently being used. They continued on down to the beach on the south side looking for any other signs of habitation. They had barely made it to the beach when one of the AK-47 guys excitedly pointed out the top of the broken front part of the plane in the surf down the shoreline. They walked towards the plane, pulling the girl along, and scanning the island for signs of life or threat. The leader told his rapidly talking followers to shut up as they progressed towards the plane.

They examined the plane section realizing it had to be there for a while based on the condition of it in the water and waves. They quickly noticed the aft section of the plane which sat higher up on the beach. Walking to that, they examined it as well for signs of life. Next, they discovered the graves. One of the AK-47 guys kicked at one of the grave markers, knocking it over. It was on the old lady's grave. Just as John had thought, discovering the graves gave the leader more concern and he voiced that with his men. 

They proceeded up the beach with their guns at the ready. The two AK-47 guys led the way as the leader and Two Pistols, pulling the girl, followed. They all nervously scanned the beach for further signs of someone living on the island. The pirates walked to a spot just thirty feet short of where the raft and ramp had been only hours ago. The tide had washed away most of the footprint evidence and from thirty feet away they didn't notice anything abnormal with the sand. 

The leader, speaking in excited Spanish, urged his men to higher ground. They moved off the beach into the rocks and palms running the spine of the island. Keeping the same formation they worked their way to the middle of the island and climbed onto rocks looking for evidence of someone surviving the plane crash that might still be alive. One of the men even scaled a palm for great visibility. They weren't seeing anything more indicating life and were beginning to think whoever had buried those people had already died themselves from starvation or dehydration. 

Two Pistols told the leader they should just go as they were running out of time. Lingering on the island with their boat beached made them more vulnerable to anyone pursuing them and they knew someone was. 

The twenty year old hostage they had in tow had been taken from a huge yacht the pirates had boarded just east of Martinique. The yacht was owned by a wealth French family on vacation. After stealing what they could from the yacht, including the TVs, stereo, jewelry, and the silver suitcase, they had left the crew and remaining family members tied up in the lower berths. They left the boat adrift but took the young daughter of the wealthy Frenchman as a hostage to slow pursuers. 

The leader also hoped to make even more money via ransom once they got to a safe place where they could plan it out. Venezuela had proven to be a friendly haven to anyone giving grief to western society. Hugo Chavez was not likely to want to help the French and the pirates had already used Venezuelan waters as protection before. The Americans and others were diligent in their pursuit but not likely to invade Venezuela's territorial waters and risk starting a military action. 

Two Pistols was insistent but the leader ignored him and pushed them on. His concern over their valuable buried treasure outweighed the risks to lingering too long, at least for now he thought. As they wound through the rocks and trees they finally found what the leader suspected: Em and John's hut and camp lay before them forty yards ahead. The excited talk resumed among the two AK-47 guys until the leader told them to shut up again. 

The leader scanned the area around the hut for signs of life. He called out to see if someone would show themselves but no one did. After carefully weighing his options, he pressed his men forward in the same formation with the two assault rifles out front. 

John had just nodded off again briefly when his near subconsciousness heard something making him wake up. 'Voices? Were those voices?' his tired brain asked of him. 'Yes, definitely when he heard someone call louder this time. The Spanish words told whom he would see even before he did. Peering carefully over the edge of the rock and through the fronds he saw them coming towards the camp. They still looked hung over from the night before but they moved with purpose. The time was upon them.

John reached across and put his hand over Em's mouth. He then shook her till she woke. She woke with a start and mumbled somewhat loudly into his hand until her waking brain realized what was happening. She nodded knowingly to John and he took his hand from her mouth. 

"They're here," he whispered. "Whatever happens, stay down and be ready to run when I say." Em nodded her reply.

John chanced a look again. He said a silent prayer to the Lord for bringing the pirates toward the camp in the same direction the three drug runners had used. They were approaching cautiously and would enter the campsite any second. He said another prayer they wouldn't notice the trip wire. He needed that to be successful like before and also for the element of surprise. The gunmen had their weapons ready and without surprise Em and he were in for a world of trouble. 

The two AK-47s started jabbering again as they got near. The leader yelled at them to shut up once more. Just as he did the first of the two kicked something. They had been watching the door of the hut so closely for signs of attack they had failed to watch low. The trip wire pulled, releasing both sharpened lengths of driftwood from the trees as before. This time however, the one guy that had hit the wire realized the trap and jumped forward several feet. The swinging board just missed him from behind.

His partner with the other AK-47 was not so lucky. He had turned to see why his compatriot was moving faster only to realize the game too late. The board that missed the first guy careened towards him. He quickly sidestepped to avoid it but that put him right into the path of the second board from the other side. It hit him grossly in the ass and tore through to protrude out his groin. He screamed a blood curding scream as the board knocked him forward. The vine gave way under the weight of his falling body but the damage was done. He was mortally wounded.

The first AK-47 guy spun around at the scream of his friend. The leader and Two Pistols also looked at the scene in disbelief. No one saw John rise up with a spear until it was too late. John threw the spear with force at the exposed back of the first AK-47 guy. Being only about twenty feet away he was a big target and the spear found its mark in the guy's back.




Castaways Ch. 08



Another scream of pain erupted as the spear hit bone and penetrated the back of the other AK-47 guy just to the left of a kidney. He dropped to his knees, reaching with one hand to feel for his wound. He grabbed the spear but it was too deep for him to remove himself and he howled in pain as he fell over to one side.

The leader and Two Pistols stared on in horror as their two lead men were down and wounded. John popped back up with a second spear and threw it at the leader. He was about thirty feet away though and jumped behind a boulder for protection. The spear stuck in the ground near where he had been. A hail of bullets erupted from Two Pistols just as John managed to duck back down. He could hear them whizzing by and others pounding off the rocks he had put in place.

"Stay down," John yelled to Em over the din. 

They could hear Two Pistols yelling at them in excited Spanish. The leader was also saying something to Two Pistols. The other man hid behind a tree still clutching the rope tied to the startled girl. She was still back a little on the path in the open and in total shock at the happenings. 

John had one more spear but reached for the bow and arrows instead. He kept low as more bullets streaked by overhead and hammered the rocks. Pieces of driftwood and palm fronds sprayed into the air like confetti as the bullets ripped apart some of John's defenses. He huddled behind the rock he had placed before him for another chance to look. 

When the first wave of bullets died down, John popped up quickly. He didn't fire anything but instead quickly assessed where the remaining two were at. Over the moans of the two already down, he could hear the leader saying something to Two Pistols. John looked up again to see Two Pistols pull the girl to him and use her as a further human shield with the tree. 

John put one of his arrows into the bow and prepared to take a shot at the leader again. However, when he waited a second and popped up he was greeted by a bullet whizzing by his head. He dropped back down just as several more smashed against his rock. Fortunately the rock was big enough and thick enough not to break apart. Splintering shards of rock though blew in a million directions as the bullets chiseled away at the protective rock. 

When that wave of bullets died down, John got to his knees and fired at the leader. He aimed high as the bow was woefully inadequate for long range shots. His aim wasn't bad but the leader easily ducked behind his rock and the arrow careened off it harmlessly. John barely got back down before more bullets from Two Pistols further chiseled away at his rock. 

John was beginning to think they were locked in a standoff until he heard more talking from the leader. He wished he understood Spanish and he asked Em if she did. She shook her head no. John saw fear etched in her eyes as they looked at each other briefly. He glanced back over the edge through the few pieces of remaining driftwood and fronds. He could see Two Pistols moving around to the left. He also noticed the leader was now closer behind a tree. 

John realized their plan. The leader was after the trap impaled guy's AK-47. He was less than ten feet from it now but would have to dash into the open beneath the large boulder to get the rest of the way. John felt he could keep him back with a few decent shots but the other guy worried him more. Two Pistols was using the girl as a shield and moved from cover to cover around his left flank. If Two Pistols successfully got behind them they were doomed. He couldn't allow the prospect of having their retreat cut off. That was too much of a risk to Em to allow that to happen.

So far the battle had gone much as John hoped. His prayer for the trap had worked well enough to give him the element of surprise. With the two AK-47 guys down the odds were better but still woefully in the pirates favor. They obviously didn't care what happened to the girl with them and John had to protect Em at all costs. Besides that, surprise was now gone, their hiding place was known, and John wrestled mentally with the distinct possibility he might have to actually shoot at Two Pistols to stop him even with the girl in front of him. John had no desire to hurt the girl but he had to think of Em and their safety too. It was not a choice he relished making. 

He peered over the edge again only to be met by more bullets whooshing through the air too close for comfort. The situation was rapidly deteriorating from the standoff he had hoped for. He had to do something as Two Pistols was making progress around the side and every time he looked up the leader was ready to lay down cover fire.

John popped up and down quickly. He drew fire like expected but this time when it died down he immediately popped up and fired an arrow at the tree where Two Pistols and the girl huddled. He tried to keep the arrow to the left side of the tree, opposite the side the girl was exposed on. In so doing he missed badly to the left offering little threat to Two Pistols, who soon after bolted to the next covering rock, dragging the girl along. 

The situation was growing desperate. He couldn't watch Two Pistols anymore and still keep the leader in his peripheral vision in case he bolted for the AK-47. He didn't want the leader to get that gun as they could then pin him down for longer periods of time as someone else moved. 

John reloaded another arrow and this time was ready when Two Pistols bolted to the next tree. He insanely disregarded two shots whizzing by him and fired his arrow. He aimed for Two Pistol's head but the shot dropped low. It did manage to hit Two Pistols in the leg though just before he got to the next rock. John heard him scream in pain as the arrow pierced his leg. Then John felt searing hot pain as a bullet just grazed his right arm, tearing away some flesh and opening a wound. He managed to drop down just as a few more bullets pounded the rock and whooshed by. 

Now it was Em screaming when she saw the blood on his hand as he instinctively covered his wounded arm. John said he was okay to Em even as he winched in pain. The next time he peeked up he was greeted by a hail of bullets from a different sounding gun. 'Fuck,' John thought aloud. The leader had retrieved the AK-47 while he was down. This was getting worse by the second. Another quick glance showed him that Two Pistols was standing again, ready to move. Obviously the arrow wound had not been enough to keep him down. 

"We've got to go, Em!" John exclaimed only loud enough for her to hear. 

"Okay."

"You first, then I'll follow," John declared.

"When?"

"Wait a second," John concluded.

He dared another look up but the same result was a barrage of bullets pinning him down. When they ended he yelled.

"Go!"

Em took off in a flash. She had been fast as a runner ever since he met her and the physical nature of their existence on the island had added to her overall strength and endurance. She jumped off the rock to the west, dropped the three feet to the sand, and took off through the heavy sand with surprising quickness. 

Two Pistols had seen her go and yelled something to the leader. John lifted up and then fortunately dropped back down just as a wall of lead passed by. He took off at its conclusion, racing after Em, who was already nearly out of sight down the winding trail.

John got to the beach only to see Em half way across it to the raft. He could hear loud yelling in Spanish further behind him. He reasoned they had maybe a minute to get the raft launched out far enough to sea to not get sprayed with bullets. Not enough time really. 

John raced on watching Em reach the raft. The smart girl had taken one of the knives with her and began working to cut the vine holding the raft. He had planned to do that but was glad she saved them the time. The high tide was somewhat battering the raft against the shoreline. That was good and bad. The raft would be easy to launch but they would have to fight hard to get out past the breakers. Once they did though, John had observed many times that on this side of the island the water currents strongly ran past the island. He felt if they could get out into those currents the raft would move somewhat rapidly away from the island. 

He reached Em just as she muscled the knife through the vine. He grabbed the vine from her and yelled to get on board. She did as he took handholds and began pushing. He glanced back over his shoulder. Nothing yet. 

"Get low," John yelled to Em. "Watch my back."

John fought hard to push the raft through the waves into deeper water. He wanted to go as far as he could push before he jumped on. He was in waist deep water when Em yelled.

"Here they come!"

"Fuck," John yelled back knowing this was way too close for comfort. The guns would easily have them in their sights and range. 

He pushed as hard as he possibly could. They made it out beyond the breakers and John pushed one last time and jumped on. He grabbed the rudder and steered into the current. As he did, he glanced back. The leader was in front and running across the beach. Two Pistols hobbled behind him a little bit, pulling the girl along. They were still only thirty feet from the shore and the pirates were closing the gap too fast. 

John held the rudder as he put his legs over the back of the raft. He kicked in the water as hard as he could, trying hard to propel them faster to deeper water. The current was taking them but too slowly for John's liking. He watched as the leader got to the shoreline and raised the AK-47. Only maybe fifty or sixty feet separated them from the leader. 

The leader aimed but the AK-47 spit only two bullets when he pulled the trigger before running out of ammo. The two bullets hit the water right in front of John. If the gun hadn't been empty it would have been easy to run the fire right into him. The leader threw the AK-47 aside and drew his handguns just as Two Pistols arrived with the girl in tow. He already had one gun in hand and started firing. One shot buzzed by John, another hit the bamboo rudder post right next to him, and the third went under the raft before hitting the water. They were getting far too close and the raft was still only eighty feet away. 

"Stay down!" John yelled to Em.

"You too," she screamed back. 

The leader opened fire as two more shots from Two Pistols' guns splintered the bamboo raft on one side of John. Suddenly John thought he heard more gunfire from elsewhere. Temporarily confused, he looked where the two pirates were now turning as bullets threw up spits of sand in the air around them. 

"Holy shit," John yelled amazed.

"John," Em screamed noticing the new gun fired too and seeing why.

On the beach and running towards the pirates were what looked like five Navy or Coast Guardsmen. The one in front with a pistol looked like a Captain and he had four men with drawn assault rifles with him. 

Two Pistols made the mistake of firing in their direction and a wall of bullets dropped him in seconds. The leader, seeing his mate fall, dropped his guns and raised his hands. Moments later he was surrounded by men in white. One went to the girl and untied her hands. 

As John and Em watched the scene unfold, they heard a boat engine roaring louder. They turned to see a Zodiac with United States Coast Guard emblazoned on the front racing towards them. In it were three men, equally armed with assault rifles. They spun the craft to a stop in front of the raft. John got to his feet and threw them the vine they had used to moor the raft. 

The rest of what proceeded next was beyond anything Em and John could have hoped for at that grave moment and over the last terrible hour. The Zodiac pulled them back to shore where the Captain and his men were handcuffing the pirate leader. One of the men was saying something to him in Spanish that sounded to John like they were reading him his rights as they arrested him. They got off the raft in the surf just as the Captain approached.

"Hi, I'm Captain Bennett, United States Coast Guard. Who might you be?"

"I'm John Morrison and this is Meredith. We've been stranded on this island for months," John offered.

"Are you the two our plane spotted?" the Captain asked.

"Yes," John replied.

"Well, you're lucky we're helping the French track these guys down. They pirated a French yacht several days ago near Martinique. We've been helping the French search these islands. Our search plane spotted you guys on one of their runs," the Captain informed.

Em noticed one of the guardsmen whisper to one of his mates who smiled. At first she didn't think anything of it, but then the thought dawned on her as to what they might be saying, as she listen to the Captain and John talk. Had word spread around of her unclad top when they were waving at the plane? From the stolen glances of the guardsmen and the smiles she assumed so. 'Oh well,' she mused, glad she now had a tank top and shorts on over her white bikini, even if it was somewhat wet and showing her richly tanned skin underneath. The outline of her white bikini top could be seen through the wet shirt. 

"Is that so?" John queried in reply to the Captain.

"Yes, and that woman is the daughter of a wealthy Frenchman named Roberto Cure'. She was taken hostage from their yacht. Her name is Emily Cure'," the Captain stated.

"Poor girl," John responded.

Em looked over to see two of the guardsmen talking to her in English. She didn't seem to be responding as if she was in shock. 

"What happened here that they were after you?" the Captain asked.

"They discovered our camp and raided it. We fought back and retreated here when we had to," John declared. "We had planned to leave the island on this raft soon anyway but were forced to use it to try to escape."

"I see," said the Captain. "Tell me, Mr. Morrison, the reports indicated there were four men. Do you know anything about the other two?"

"I'm afraid we had to wound them to get away," John said.

"Is that so? Can you show me?" the Captain asked.

"Sure, this way back to our camp," John said and started towards it. 

John held Em's hand as they walked the trail back to camp. The Captain and his four men followed them bringing Emily Cure' along. The other three guardsmen were busy pulling away in the Zodiac with their prisoner handcuffed in the middle and a dead Two Pistols in the bottom of the boat. 

John showed them an easier way around the rocks so they wouldn't have to climb. Pretty much the same way Two Pistols had tried to flank their position. He warned them to be cautious given one or both of the criminals might still be armed. The Captain held him and Em back as his men secured the camp. When they were allowed to enter, they saw that one of the men was dead and the other being attended to. More personnel from somewhere arrived with a medical team. Apparently they had been summoned by radio to this position. 

"You're quite resourceful, Mr. Morrison," the Captain said as he watched some of his men carry off the dead man. "That booby trap that got that poor fellow was pretty nasty."

"It saved our lives, Captain."

"Indeed, I believe it did, Mr. Morrison. These guys were pretty ruthless. The French are somewhat surprised they left the people on the yacht alive to tell. They only assume the leader wanted to ransom the girl and needed her family alive to do it."

My gosh," John offered.

"Please tell me, Mr. Morrison, how you both came to be on this island and everything you saw once those guys landed here," the Captain asked sitting on one of the nearby rocks with two of his men standing nearby listening. 

John related the complete story of their crash landing. The only things he left out were the killing of the three drug runners and the hundred thousand dollars they found in the suitcase. The Captain and his men walked with John and Em to the beach to check out the plane wreckage and the graves. 

"I'm sorry for your loss," the Captain said to Em referring to her mother as they stood by the grave. 

"Thank you, Captain," Em replied, still deeply troubled by her mother's death.

John replaced the old woman's grave mark before they headed back to camp. 

"I'll arrange for proper burial arrangements," the Captain stated as they walked back.

"I'd appreciate that, Captain," Em declared.

"You both survived all this time on this island alone?" the Captain queried on the walk back.

"Yes," Em and John both said.

"You're two amazing people," Captain Bennett stated.

"Thanks, Captain," John responded.

"It was mostly John's doing," Em stated, glowing with pride for him and herself too.

"Like I said, Mr. Morrison, you are quite the resourceful guy. I'd like to hear more of that tale as we steam back to Martinique where Ms. Cure' folks await," he proclaimed. 

"Gladly, Captain."

"I promise not to steal your story. I think you have the makings of a book deal here," the Captain said jokingly. 

"We'll just be happy to be home," John declared amused, "but I am a writer."

"Please send me a signed copy," Captain Bennett asked jokingly. 

"For your help today, anything, Captain," John agreed and they all laughed. 

"By the way, we can call whatever relatives you both need when we are back on board to tell them you're safe."

"Thanks, Captain," John said but Em remained silent. 

Once back in the camp, John continued with the rest of the story of how they saw the pirates land and unload bags of stuff. He described how they carried them into the island and buried them. After that he described how they made a campfire, drank, and mistreated the woman.

"In what way did they mistreat her?" the Captain pressed.

John told what he had seen exactly. He had not told Em that full story and she gasped aloud as he did now. The Captain listened intently.

"Can you show me where all this happened and where they buried those bags, Mr. Morrison?"

"Yes, sir," John replied, "And call me John please." 

"Miss, my men will take you to our ship. Why don't you pack whatever you want to take from the island while John and I are gone?"

"Yes, Captain," Em answered. 

As the officer and John were about to leave with four of his men, two with shovels, Em spoke up. She noticed Emily Cure' sitting forlornly on a rock with two male medical staff trying to speak to her in English.

"Captain, I know some French. Could I help with Ms. Cure'?"

"Oh, please do, Meredith. My men say she is in shock or the language is a barrier. If you could help us ascertain her physical state that would be great. Also, if she offers up to you anything on her capture that would be appreciated too," the Captain replied.

The men moved off and Em sat down next to Emily. They were nearly the same age and she put her arm around the troubled girl. They had practically the same name. Emily was dirty and could have used a bath. The ripped tails of her shirt were tied together hiding her breasts barely. Her wrists had rope burns from being tied.

"Bon jour," Em said in French.

Emily didn't respond but started shaking in Em's arms. She just stared at the ground. Em held her tightly without saying anything more for a long time. The shaking finally stopped and Emily began to cry. Em just continued to hold her and let her cry. 

Em started to whisper to Emily, "It's okay, you're safe now." At least she hoped that's what she said as her high school French was rusty. 

After a long time Emily mumbled something in French. Em thought she said, "Where am I?"

Em couldn't remember the word for island so she said, "Tiny beach land," hoping Emily would understand. 

She seemed to and responded with the proper word for island. Em replied, "Oui."

"Who are you?" Emily asked.

"Meredith. People call me Em. John and I crash landed on this island," Em said trying to make her understand they both shared hardship. 




Castaways Ch. 08



Emily said a few things Em didn't understand but she did pick up, "How long have you been here?"

"Many months," Em replied.

"You must be very ..." and the next word Em didn't fully understand but reasoned it was a compliment like 'resourceful'.

Em said, "Thank you," in French, adding, "My man is talented."

"Oui," Emily responded. "Are you married?"

She seemed to be relaxing and coming out of her shell with Em. It was helping to have another young woman that spoke some French to make her feel safer. 

"No," Em responded, "but we love each other and I'm pregnant. She said this smiling to show she was happy about it.

"Oui?" Emily claimed and then hugged Em. "You are happy?"

"Very," Em said. "We'll be living together in New York."

"You're lucky to be in love," Emily said and Em noticed sadness.

"How about you?" Em asked.

"I have a boyfriend back in France but he will leave me now," Emily said assuredly.

"Why?" Em questioned.

Emily started to cry again and it was several more minutes before she could continue. "They made me do things," she finally said and cried some more.

"It wasn't your fault," Em offered. "Your boyfriend will understand."

Emily shook her head no and between tears said, "He will be embarrassed of me."

"No, he won't!" Em said emphatically. "If he does then he wasn't the right one for you anyway."

That didn't help much and Emily continued to sob. Em held her for a long time. Several guardsmen came back to see if she was ready to go but left quickly when she shooed them away with her hand. 

When Emily finally stopped crying," Em asked, "Emily, the Captain wants to know if you are physically okay?"

"Yes ... they didn't ... they didn't fuck me," Emily said. "I don't know why but it was because of the leader."

"Really ... he kept them away from you?"

"Only from fucking me," Emily said. "He let them cum in my mouth. I think it might have had something to do with DNA, I thought I heard once, and they planned to ransom me." 

Em got most of that as Emily sobbed a little again. "Did they hurt you much?"

"They were mean and kicked me sometimes but they didn't hurt me badly," Emily said sadly. "They just made me suck them."

Emily and Em hugged a while longer and the next time one of the guardsmen came back he pointed at his watch indicating they had to leave soon. Em talked to Emily about going with the Coast Guardsmen to their ship and she would be along shortly to see her again. Emily made her promise she wouldn't be long.

When Emily was gone with the guardsmen, Em ran down to the raft. She retrieved the suitcase that was packed with the money and also packed with most of her clothes. She grabbed another case too with some of John's stuff and some of her mother's things she wanted to keep like jewelry. She lugged the two suitcases back to camp. When one of the guardsmen saw her he insisted upon helping her and took the cases. Emily worried but decided if she made a scene about keeping them the guardsmen might get more suspicious from that. 

Em was watching the guardsman carry the luggage away to their Zodiac on the beach when she noticed John and the team with Captain Bennett returning. They carried the eight trash bags and the silver case with them. John saw the man carrying the suitcases and gave her a look as they got close. 

"Ready to leave, Meredith?" Captain Bennett asked.

"Yes, Captain," Em said. "Oh, Captain, Emily is fine physically. They hurt her a little but not too badly. They also used her orally but nothing more."

"Thank you with helping, Meredith. Obviously another woman has helped make her feel better," the Captain said.

"I'd like to stay close to her, Captain Bennett. She is still fragile and wanted me to spend more time with her," Em related.

"That's fine, Meredith. If you're ready to leave you can be back with her soon."

"I am, Captain."

John and she shared looks again as they walked to the Zodiac but didn't say anything. In the distance, about two hundred yards off shore, stood a large white Coast Guard vessel. It gleamed beautifully in the hot bright sun. Em thought it was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. It would take her back home. That gave her thrills and chills as she thought of her new life without her mom and with John. She prayed a silent prayer that John's son, Nick, would accept her. 

The Zodiac zipped them back across the water to the ship in no time. The powerful engine purred loudly until the pilot powered it down as they neared the ship. Em and John could see that the pirate's boat was secured on a towline behind the Coast Guard vessel. 

After they climbed the rope ladder to the deck of the ship, another officer came rushing up to the Captain and addressed him. 

"Welcome back aboard, sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Report?"

"Martinique has been informed of our success, sir. The French are elated. They anxiously await our return, Captain."

"And Ms. Cure'?"

"Stowed safely below, sir. The prisoner is in the brig. The doc says the one with the back wound will survive."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. That will be all. Get us out of here."

"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant said and spun crisply to leave.

The Captain turned back to Em and John but they had walked to the bow of the ship and stood looking at their island, holding hands, as the anchor chain clattered nearby. The Captain smiled and walked to them slowly.

"Will you miss it?" the Captain asked merrily standing behind them. 

They turned to him and both said, "Yes and No!"

"I hope I don't have to eat seafood again for a year," Em said jokingly. 

"I'm never going fishing again," John replied amusingly.

Then they got pensive and Em said, "I love that island though. I hope I come back someday, years from now." 

"That little island kept us alive for all these past months. She took and gave in equal shares. I'm with Em. I'll miss it too," John proclaimed soulfully. 

They all stood at the railing and watched as the ship pulled away and the island disappeared slowly into the horizon. One of the last views of the island they got was of their raft sitting on the sand in low tide. John smiled to himself as the big Coast Guard ship headed northwest in the direction he had planned to go. The Captain left to attend to duties and Em and John remained holding hands and kissed as the fast ship cut through the blue sea.



Castaways Ch. 09



This is a fictional account. If you haven't read the others, you might want to start at the beginning.  


A medical attendant came looking for John to treat his shoulder, sent by the Captain, so Em went below deck to see Emily. However, Emily was asleep so she didn't stay long, maybe ten minutes. She had given one of the guardsmen some clothes for Emily to wear when they were still on the island and she found them in the room. She laid them out for Emily to put on when she woke and upon returning topside learned that John was still in sickbay. She was told how to find her way there to meet him. Just as she got there though, he was coming out the door. His torn shirt had a bandage underneath. 

"What did they do to it?" Em asked.

"Just some cream antiseptic and a couple butterfly bandages," John explained. "The doc feels it will be okay without stitches. It was too wide to stitch anyway."  

"Are you going to have a scar?" Em questioned.

"Probably ... why ... you dislike scars?" John queried chuckling. 

"Oh, scars don't really bother me; it's just that every time I see it from now on it will remind me of today and how close I came to losing you," Em stated.

"Hmm, good point," John agreed. "Let's change the subject. Captain told me we should be in Martinique soon."

"You think we can get a flight to New York from there?" Em asked.

"Should be able to but we need to discuss some things first," John said, grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway. "I think this is the way to our cabin."

"We have a cabin?"

"Yeah, the Captain gave us one to tidy up. He offered two but I told him that wouldn't be necessary," John related with a smile. "Our luggage is in there now."

"Oh, good," Em exclaimed looking at John.

"You'll definitely want to get cleaned up. The Captain told me we should expect to see reporters at the docks. The saving of Emily Cure' is big news in France and so too on Martinique where the family has had a large estate for years. He said we're also pretty big news for surviving the crash and living on the island all these months."

"Really ... you think they'll want to ask us a bunch of questions about the crash and our time on the island?" Em queried.

"Looks that way from what the Captain said. Mr. and Mrs. Cure' want to meet us also."

"Wow ... this could be wild," Em proclaimed.

"It sure could," John agreed as they entered the cabin and closed the door. "Em?"

"What?"

"I got to talk to Nick briefly."

"How did you do that?" Em exclaimed.

"The Captain flagged me down on the way to sickbay and took me to the radio room."

"What was his reaction?"

"He is amazed to hear we're still alive. He is waiting for us in New York. I'll tell you all about it later," John claimed.

"Did you tell him about me?" Em queried.

"Yes, but not everything yet," John replied.

"Oh," Em worried.

"We better get ready. We can talk more later," John stated.

"Okay," Em allowed but a little worried.

Em saw the suitcases, one on each of the bunk beds. It didn't look like they had been opened, which was a relief to both of them. Em scanned the room quickly, checking out the closet, dresser, and the attached bathroom. 

"Oh, god, John, look at this. We can take showers," Em nearly screamed with joy.

"That'll be different, huh?" John acknowledged with a grin.

"Hot water too," Em effused as she looked into the shower. She turned it on.

"Jumping in already?" John declared.

"You bet! I'd invite you in but it looks kinda small," Em added as she stripped. "Be sweet and get me a razor from my suitcase will you?"

When the water was right, Em jumped into the shower and John chuckled to himself as he heard her groaning for joy as the hot water bathed her naked body. He opened the suitcase, moved her underwear aside, found all the money intact, and then located a razor for her. She still had several left from all the people's suitcases. He handed the razor to her only to be asked to get the shampoo too. She had soap. 

"You know," John said, after stripping himself and sitting on the toilet watching the steam from Em's shower billow out the top. "We can't take that money on the plane with us. It's too risky. We might get stopped going through customs."

"What're we going to do then?" Em asked as the hot water washed the shampoo from her hair. 

"I think we have to find time to slip away from everyone and deposit it in two different banks. Hopefully they will be U.S banks."

"Why two banks?"

"Just showing up and depositing one hundred thousand dollars in cash in one bank might be risky, someone will question where we got the money. Even fifty thousand is worrisome," John stated.

"I see your point. John, if the reporters have photographers and they splash our pictures all over the Martinique paper, we won't be able to go anywhere without being recognized," Em astutely mentioned.

"Oh, geez ... right you are! What the hell are we going to do? Should we just turn the money in, you think?" John questioned.

"No way! That's our money. It may have belonged to those drug runners but they tried to kill us. We deserve it!" Em affirmed.

"Sort of the spoils of war, huh?" John agreed with a chuckle.

"Exactly. Oh, this shower is delightful," Em effused.

"Hurry up! We'll be in Martinique before it's my turn," John chided.

"One more leg to shave and my you-know-what to do," Em mused aloud.

"You let me do that last time," John proclaimed jokingly.

"Yeah, well ... we don't have time for that luxury right now, Big Boy. We might have time for something else though if you don't take too long," Em offered.

"Oh, you wicked woman. You want to make love on our rescue ship, a United States Coast Guard vessel, with all these uniformed men around?" John lambasted jokingly.

"Naughty, isn't it? You'll love it!" Em professed.

"You got me there," John agreed, slipping into the shower when she finally exited. "This ship must have a huge hot water heater."

"John?"

"What?"

"Are you really going to write our story?" Em asked.

"I should. Why not?" John queried.

"No reason. Just never thought I'd be part of anything book worthy," Em confessed.

"That makes two of us," John allowed.

While John finished his shower, Em dried and combed her hair. Unlike the salty ocean water that left her long blonde hair feeling thick with salt and still dirty, the freshwater left it squeaky clean and radiantly soft. She looked in the mirror as she brushed the tangles from it. The only mirror she'd had on the island was her tiny compact. Here she had a full body mirror on the back of the door. She admired her tanned naked body before hunting in her suitcase for a bra and panties. She's worn so little clothes lately that putting back on a bra and panties seemed like overkill. She just set them on the dresser and looked through her clothes for what she would wear. 'What does one wear to return from a plane crash and rescue,' Em wondered with a chuckle.  

When John finished his shower and dried his hair Em was waiting for him. 

"What do you think of this outfit?" Em asked, holding up a light blue and white button down shirt with no sleeves. It showed just enough cleavage to be alluring yet tasteful.  The mid-thigh length blue denim skirt with it would show just enough leg to highlight how spectacular they were and her gorgeous tan, yet remain dignified as well. She wanted to look sexy, but not overtly so, and not too formal. One should not return after many months of survival on a deserted island dressed in a swank evening gown. People might think your time on the island couldn't have been that tough. 

"You'll look great in that," John was smart enough to say with real purpose.

"I bet you'd rather see me like this," Em said as she laid down the clothes and walked over in front of him. 

"You bet," John expressed vehemently as his hands held her naked hips to him.

They kissed and Em's ample breasts mashed against his bare muscular chest. Her nipples reacted to his kiss and she got the feeling of something starting to poke her abdomen. Her hand stole between them to squeeze his expanding dick as her nipples hardened further against him.

"God, you feel great," John said with his one hand on the back of her head and the other pulling her tight to him.

"You too," Em agreed.

"Your hair is so soft," John exclaimed.

"The wonders of freshwater," Em informed.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be with a creature as lovely as you," John expounded.

"I'm pretty lucky too," Em said jokingly, giving John's now fully erect eight inches a good squeeze. "Not every girl has one of these to play with."

"How does this girl want to play?" John asked merrily.

"Since we don't have as much time as normal on our island, how about we get each other ready and then have a nice quick shag," Em proposed, using the English term.

"Sounds good to me, babe," John agreed.

Before Em could say anything more, John bent and picked her up and carried her to the now vacant lower bunk. The bunk beds were inconvenient but would have to do. He switched around on her so he was on top with his face between her legs and kissing her thighs. She watched his hard cock move over her face and twitch with desire as they got into position.

Em pushed her hands up between his legs to caress his thick cock and bloated balls. They were both very tired and could have used a nap but the showers had helped to energize them. They would have to find time to sleep later, but very soon also. They had been through a lot since they last made love and the tensions of the last two days poured out in their lovemaking. Each trying to give the other the maximum pleasure in the short time they had. 

Em gently pulled John by his genitals lower until her tongue could easily flick at his sensitive swollen glands. John had already parted her aroused lips and licked and lightly chewed on the tender petals of her sex.  They both moaned from the other's delicious caresses as they tried to bring their partner equal pleasure. 

"Mmmm, oh god, John ... it's not going to take much to get me there," Em informed before she sucked his cockhead into her warm wet mouth.

"Ahh," John groaned. "Oh, that's good, babe."

John ran his tongue along the edges of her vaginal hole. He could feel her tremble with need as he did and more of her juices leaked out for him to taste. She nearly bit the few inches of thick cock she had in her mouth when he pushed his tongue deeply into her cunt. 

"Mmmm," Em moaned around his cock as more juices flooded her pussy. 

"You like that?" John baited. "How about this," and he pushed a finger into her to the first knuckle. 

"Ungh ...," Em growled and tried to give back what she was getting by sucking harder on his cock and stroking his shaft.

John resumed licking her as he maneuvered another finger into her. Em groaned again as she used both hands and her mouth to give him maximum pleasure too. The only difference between them was he wanted her to cum. She had to have him inside her first before she could make him cum. It wasn't fair because he could assault her with more intensity and that is what he did.

"Ahh," Em howled too loud for the little cabin when John, without warning, sucked her clit into his mouth.

John hoped no one was walking by in the hall when she did that. It wasn't a sound likely to be heard normally on this ship. He worked his two fingers inside Em, seeking her spot. He found it and continued his assault on her clit. He could feel her trembling beneath him and starting to buck her pussy up to meet his face. He had learned the signs of her pending orgasm well and knew she was very close. 

Em didn't like 69's for sucking cock. It was hard for her to take John deep in this position without gagging and then choking on her own saliva. She took him as deep as she could and used her hands to work the rest of him. One thing she did love about this position was the way his big balls hung down like twin coconuts for her to fondle and play with until they eventually pulled tight to his shaft. She enjoyed working him to see how long that would take. 

John's fingers in her pussy and his wonderful tongue, alternating between licking and sucking her clit, was driving Em over the edge. She arched her back off the bunk seeking greater contact with his mouth and hands. She moaned around the large dick in her mouth as she felt her limit of pleasure approaching urgently.

"Ahh," Em grunted again just as fireworks exploded in her head. 

Her body convulsed with bliss as shockwaves of pleasure flooded her brain. Her nipples ached to be touched and she had to move a hand from John's excited cock to wickedly pinch and knead one of them. The extra stimulation only added to her prolonged climax. Her body shook like a leaf in the wind as the bliss numbed her mind into only one thought: pleasure, wonderful pleasure. John feasted on the release of her sweet nectar and tried to prolong her climax. 

"Oh, god," Em finally gasped as her orgasm eventually waned and her body went slack on the bed.

The wonderful strain of her orgasm momentarily sapped her remaining strength. She barely felt or noticed John pull his cock from her hands and swing around. It wasn't until he was pushing at the entrance to her cunt that she opened her eyes.

"You're going to kill me," Em pleaded.

"You'll love it," John said and pushed forward.

"A moment to ... ahh ... rest would have been nice," Em claimed as his cockhead forced open her cunt. 

"You can rest after you cum again," John stated and pushed again.

"Ungh ... god, that thing is big," Em proclaimed.

"Want some more?" John said chuckling as he thrust once again.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Em growled as his cock spread her wide and deep. 

"Like that?" John queried laughingly.

"God, you know it," Em mused aloud.

"Want even more?" John jokingly said and shoved for the last time hitting her cervix.

"Argh ... oh fuck ... take it easy, Big Boy. The baby's in there, you know. He doesn't need company just yet," Em gasped.

"Okay," John said pulling back till just the head remained inside her.

John pushed quickly back into her making Em gasp again. He was beginning to feel the familiar rumbling in his balls and couldn't help but push the sensations along fast. He started fucking into her with nice long strokes. The feeling of his cock inside her was exquisite and Em started following him up the orgasmic ladder. Five minutes of good hard fucking and the bunk bed was swaying and making loud creaking noises. They both hoped no one was right outside the door. 

John could tell that Em was getting close but he also knew he was closer. He kept pumping into her hoping she would cum when she felt him do it. He stroked into her even quicker now, racing towards his release. Em clung to him and thrust her hips off the bed into his downward thrusts. She had adjusted to his girth and her pussy was juicing like crazy to get ready for the ultimate moment of climax for both of them. It came one, two. 

"Oh, fuck," John yelled as his cock exploded inside Em. His dick spewed cum into her vaginal cavity with incredible force.

"Mmmm ... yes ... yes ... do it, babe," Em grunted as her own pleasures rose higher.

John kept thrusting for a few more strokes. It was just enough to push Em to her orgasm and she held his sides firmly as her pussy convulsed around his big cock. 

"Oh, god ... so good ... so good," Em groaned as her orgasm crested and her juices flooded around John's buried cum soaked cock.

"Ahh," John moaned as he felt her hot wet warmth spread even more around his throbbing cock. 

When they were both done, John collapsed nearly on top of her. They lay there for a good while feeling the sweat between their bodies. They both had their eyes closed and sleep overtook them almost immediately. 

"Mr. Morrison ... Mr. Morrison," finally woke John enough to hear the voice through the door and not think it a dream.

"It's Lieutenant Collier, sir. Are you awake?"

"We'll be in port in twenty minutes," said the Lieutenant. 

"Yes, Lieutenant. Thank you. We'll be ready," John eventually woke enough to say. 

"Very good, sir. The Captain wants to remind you and the Ms. that there will be reporters at the docks. The harbormaster has actually indicated quite a few, sir," Lieutenant Collier said.

"Okay, thank you, Lieutenant."

"Very good, sir. See you topside."

"Oh, shit," Em declared. "I got to get up right this minute to get ready."

"Okay ... okay," John allowed as she shoved him off her and slid out of the bed. 

"God, I feel like I need another shower," Em exclaimed.

She turned the water on again, got it hot, and climbed in. She stood back from the spray to avoid wetting her hair. It wasn't easy but she managed to wash without getting her hair too wet. She slid out of the shower with the water on so John could go in. Twenty minutes later they were leaving the cabin dressed and with their luggage repacked. It had been a whirlwind affair but they had managed. Not having to redo her hair and not needing much make up, especially with her tan, really helped Em be ready quickly. 

When they got topside they were led to the bridge by one of the ensigns. The sun was a glowing red hot ball setting in the west as the Captain gave instructions to dock the ship. They were maneuvering into the docks and the sun was actually in their eyes as the crew guided the ship into the proper slip. 

Em and John stood watching and barely noticed the door open again and this time Emily Cure' was led in. When Em noticed her she nearly got her breath stuck in her throat. The woman had showered and dressed in the clothes she had provided. She looked a hundred times better. 'Actually beautiful,' Em thought.  

Emily immediately came right to Em and they hugged. Emily mumbled to her in French, "You look beautiful." 

Em said, "You too." 

Emily stayed right with Em, arm in arm, as the ship pulled forward into the dock. John and the women were fascinated to watch the precision with which the crew docked the big ship. In no time at all the ship was tied off and the gangway was being stretched across between the ship and the dock. 

Right where the gangway was being secured a phalanx of reporters, cameramen, and well-wishers gathered closely to await the departing celebrities. The cameramen were already snapping shots of the ship as it docked and the reporters were talking into microphones undoubtedly describing the return of the three people. Off to the side of the main body, John noticed a smaller group of people sitting in chairs with several servants and bodyguards nearby. 'That has to be the Cure' family,' John silently concluded.

The Captain led the three of them out onto the deck. They moved to stand next to where the gangway led down to the dock. The Captain looked splendid in his dress whites as did the rest of the crew. The Captain was definitely enjoying the opportunity to show off his ship and crew. 'They deserve a bow for saving us,' John thought. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the Captain began to speak. 

Everyone on the docks and the ship listened as the Captain briefly described how the pirates had been killed or captured with the brave help of John and Em. He talked about the rescue of Emily Cure' and the recovering on all the stolen property. He then described something unknown to Em and John, how they had taken from the pirate's buried treasure bags of marijuana with a street value of nearly a quarter of a million dollars. Lastly, he talked about the rescue of John and Meredith from the deserted island, survivors from the plane crash several months ago from Barbados. The cameramen snapped pictures throughout and the reporters shouted questions when he was done.




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"Sorry, that is all the information we can provide for now," the Captain concluded. "More will be released by the Martinique police and the United States Coast Guard in conjunction with the French government in the near future. Thank you all for coming."

The Captain exchanged parting greetings with John, Em and Emily Cure' before they were escorted down the gangway. The reporters and cameramen jammed the area at the bottom of it but several policemen held them back to make room for the departing trio. Em noticed one of the microphones said Fox News and another NBC. Several people were yelling questions in French which John could only assume were directed at Emily. Their bags were being carried by crew members behind them.  

A police captain approached them and bid them to follow him. When John looked to where the seated party had been, he noticed that the seats were now empty and the party was nowhere to be seen. He thought that odd until the police captain led them into a building on the docks. Inside a small restaurant and gift shop were now seated the family of Emily Cure'. The restaurant was empty except for the family, their attendants, and a few policemen. 

The police captain led the trio right to a gentleman not much older than John. Next to him was a woman probably in her forties, stunningly beautiful, and extremely well dressed. She had her eyes on Emily nearly the whole time and they looked to be about to cry. Two others looked like siblings of Emily's, an older brother and a younger sister, maybe sixteen years old.  As soon as they entered the restaurant the young sister broke free from the pack and ran to hug Emily. They hugged and tears flowed as they conversed away in French. 

Em, John, and the police captain stood somewhat aside as the whole family greeted Emily and tears flowed from all but the father and the bodyguards. Even several of the servants hugged Emily and cried as they spoke with her. After several minutes of greetings and hugs the mother and father finally brought the conversation around to John and Em. Emily introduced them and walked over to hug Em. She said something in French to Em which John didn't understand. 

In perfect English Mr. Cure' said, "It is a great pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morrison, and you too, Meredith. We are eternally grateful to you for helping to save our beloved daughter and returning her to us. You should be commended for your heroism and bravery."

"Thank you, Mr. Cure'," John said shaking his hand. "We are very happy too that Emily is safely back with her family."

"I have another matter to thank you for even though it pales in significance to your returning my daughter to me. You see," and he snapped his fingers and the silver suitcase appeared courtesy of one of the bodyguards, "this case held quite a bit of money I was transporting to Martinique for a business deal I had here." 

John and Em watched the guard open the case which was stuffed neatly with Euros. "Your help with the United States Coast Guard helped me find this suitcase the pirates stole. It contains the equivalent in Euros of close to one million of your U.S. dollars. I feel it is only fitting that you share in the good fortune of its return and that of my daring daughter. Therefore, I have a check here for you in the sum of one hundred thousand dollars. I hope you find that fitting compensation for your efforts in returning my daughter to her family and also this sum of money."

"Gosh," John said stunned. "That's not necessary."

"Oh, on the contrary, it is," Mr. Cure' said. "If my wife had her way she would gladly give you the whole suitcase for being instrumental in the return of her daughter. I, alas, am fortunately the businessman and not her. But, please, Mr. Morrison, take this small amount as a token of our joy for your help." 

"Well, we really appreciate it," John said taking the check. 

"We also wish that Meredith and you join us, as our guests, one of these days in France so we can thank you properly."

"Gee, I don't know what to say," John effused.

"Just say you will come," Mr. Cure' said and his wife nodded too before hugging Em.  

The remaining time they were together involved talking and dining with the Cure' family. It was a joyous occasion and Emily seemed to adjust quickly to being back with her family. Other than occasional discussions off to the side with Em, John didn't notice any lasting effects of her capture. Emily's brother spoke fair English too and wanted to know all about their crash landing on the island. John filled him and Mr. Cure' in on many of the details including their planned exit on a raft. 

They all finally left the restaurant in the early evening. After good byes, Em and John were taken by one of the bodyguards in a car to a very nice hotel called Hotel Cap-Est Lagoon Resort and Spa. Their room was actually a suite and completely paid for by Mr. Cure'. They were booked for three days according to the hotel clerk. They also could charge everything they did at the hotel to their room. 

"Wow, this is unbelievable," Em said as she checked out the luxury suite. "John, come see this bathroom."

He did and it was bigger than his bedroom at home with marble everywhere and a huge Jacuzzi tub. Their suitcases were already in the room and when John opened Em's the money was still there. John pulled the check from his pocket and looked at it just as Em reappeared. 

"Wow, can you believe it," Em said. "We have two hundred thousand dollars."

"Incredible," John said, still staring at the check and the money. 

"How are we going to get through customs though?" Em questioned like their previous discussion.

"The gift from Mr. Cure' makes it easy," John said reasoning aloud. "We arrange to deposit the actual money through the hotel concierge. They know Mr. Cure' is paying for the room and we can tell them it was a reward for helping recover Emily, which it was, only not that hundred thousand in cash. We then simply bring the check back with us to the States."

"Gosh, that just might work, huh," Em agreed. 

"With the reward from the Cure's, not likely anyone will question where we got the money from," John added.

"This is fantastic," Em said running and jumping on the huge king-sized bed. "Oh, god, this is so soft! Come here, my hero."

John did and they made mad passionate love once more before falling fast asleep afterwards. They slept till eleven o'clock the next day. The sun was blazing high in the sky when John finally rolled out of bed. He wanted to take care of depositing the money and looking into airplane flights to New York. Em was still dead to the world so he showered quickly, put on some shorts and a pullover shirt, and took one of the suitcases with just the money in it, and headed down to the concierge. 

As John approached the concierge desk, he noticed a pretty brunette seated behind it talking to someone. The nameplate on the desk read Penny Morale'. John stopped several feet short of the desk to await his turn but as he did the conversation ended between Ms. Morale' and the other party and they left.

"Can I help you, sir?" Penny Morale' said with a cute smile in his direction.

"Yes, please," John said stepping forward.

John explained the situation with the reward money and wanting to deposit it in a U.S. bank for safety rather than carry it back home. Ms. Morale' was eager to help but was mildly surprised when John produced the money in cash. 

"Oh, sir, that is a lot of cash," Penny Morale' said.

"I know, which is why I would like to deposit it here versus carrying it around," John offered. "Can you suggest which bank I should go to?"

"I see. Please wait a second and I will speak with the manager," Penny said and moved from behind the desk to a back office.

John waited several minutes for her return and began to believe he had made a terrible mistake when Ms. Morale' and a man in a suit appeared and walked over to him.

"Mr. Morrison, this is the hotel manager, Mr. Torres," Penny introduced him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morrison," Mr. Torres said shaking his hand. "I've heard of your heroics in saving Ms. Cure' and her father talked to me personally about making sure you were both comfortable during your stay. I am surprised he gave you such a large reward in cash but none-the-less we will be glad to help out. If you will accompany me in the back I believe we can handle this matter to your satisfaction."

"Certainly," John agreed, hoping they didn't have a security officer back there ready to arrest him but also feeling stuck now he had to see this through or draw suspicion. 

John followed Mr. Torres into his office. Mr. Torres hit an intercom and asked a Mr. Charles Blake to join him in his office. When the man arrived Mr. Torres introduced him as their controller. He also quickly explained the situation to Charles Blake.

"So," Mr. Torres said, addressing John, "If you would be so kind as to let Mr. Blake count the money I believe we can arrange through the hotel to make the deposit for you so you can be assured everything is handled properly. I intend to uphold my agreement to Mr. Cure' of taking care of everything for you while you are staying at the hotel. Will the Misses be on the account?"

"That won't be necessary," John said, opening the suitcase and with the help of the controller stacking the banded packs of hundred dollar bills on Mr. Torres desk. Em and he had discussed keeping her out of it in case something went wrong with the transfer. There were twenty packs and John knew from counting them on the island that there were fifty new bills in each pack. John nearly gasped aloud as he noticed a few particles of sand fall out of the packs as they were stacked. Neither of the other men seemed to notice the small specks of sand.

John watched intently as the controller picked up the first pack. He examined the top bill closely and John realized he was making sure they were good currency. He examined the bottom bill closely too before counting the number in the stack and examining a few more. Charles Blake randomly selected several more packs and examined them the same way. John was beginning to wonder if he intended to count every bill when Mr. Blake finally spoke.

"Mr. Morrison, if you will help me put this money back in your suitcase and carry it to our counting machine, I believe we can tally the sum quickly for you," Mr. Blake said.

"Sure," John replied helping him repack the suitcase and discreetly brush sand from the desk as he did. 

Moments later they were standing before a bill and coin counting machine the large hotel used for counting its own currency much like a bank would have. One by one they placed the money on the tray after breaking the bands. With the push of a button the machine quickly counted each stack as they placed them. Each pack proved to be accurate and the sum came to exactly one hundred thousand as John had believed. 

Back before the seated Mr. Torres in his office the controller told him of the sum and the hotel manager picked up his phone and hit a speed dial number. 

"Is Chase Bank okay with you, Mr. Morrison? It's our bank," Mr. Torres said with his hand over the receiver. 

"That is excellent," John responded knowing where a branch was on Long Island even.  

John could only hear Mr. Torres speak during the ensuing conversation but it was obvious he had called a bank. The gentleman's name on the other end of the phone was Elliott and Mr. Torres quickly explained what he wanted.  The hotel manager asked to have a checking account drawn up in the name of John Morrison, a hotel guest, and that all the necessary paperwork be brought over at once. He then instructed the banker that one hundred thousand dollars would be deposited through the hotel into that account as soon as it was established. Further, a deposit receipt would be needed and could be faxed over after the hotel had made its normal day's deposit which would include the hundred thousand dollars.

After a few more details, John shook hands with Mr. Torres and Mr. Blake and thanked them for their excellent assistance. Mr. Torres had signed a receipt for the money, also signed by Mr. Blake, and that was then handed to him before he left. They would call him as soon as the necessary paperwork had arrived. 

John stopped by the concierge's desk again and thanked Penny for her assistance. He also asked if she could recommend which airline would be best for a flight to New York City and JFK airport. 

"Actually, Mr. Morrison, I was informed by Mr. Cure' staff you would be making this request and have taken the liberty of holding several reservations which I was going to call you about later. Here they are. Tell me which one you are interested in and I will book them for you. Mr. Cure' insisted on paying too. I assumed you were both going to JFK airport. If not, please let me know," Penny concluded efficiently.  

"Wow, you folks are most helpful," John exclaimed.

"Nothing but the best for the heroes that saved Emily Cure'," Penny said with a smile.

John thanked Penny again and walked to the elevators to go see Em with all the news. He was shocked by how well everything had gone. The Cure's must have incredible pull on this island, he realized. 

The bed was empty when John looked into the bedroom. He had not seen Em upon entering the suite so he walked through the bedroom to the master bath. There she was with a bottle of white wine, glass in hand, and in the midst of a bubble bath. She had a big smile on her face as she noticed him enter.

"Living it up, are you?" John said jokingly.

"Why not?" Em mused aloud and with a big smile.

John checked out the wine, a 1999 California Riesling. At least she wasn't splurging too badly. The bottle was on ice and another glass sat on the tray. He poured himself one to celebrate his own news.

"Cheers," John said clinking glasses with her, "I have some good news as well."

"What's that?" Em asked.

"The hotel helped me arrange the deposit of the money."

"Really! No questions asked?" Em queried.

"Well ... they did think it strange that Mr. Cure' gave me cash but they were so intent on wanting to please him by helping us that they didn't ask anything more. The money is being deposited in Chase Bank as we speak. They will call me to complete the paperwork."

"Wow, that's great," Em effused.

"Even better, Mr. Cure's staff arranged our flights. All we have to do is pick one," John stated.

"Awesome," Em exclaimed. "When do you want to head to New York?"

"Well, I'm extremely anxious to see Nick but he was finishing exams when I talked with him. Might be best if we use the couple days we have here before heading back. How does that sound to you?"

"Fabulous!" Em exclaimed.

"I thought you'd like that idea. I'll tell the concierge to book the tickets for the morning of the tenth, two days from now," John announced.

"Sounds great!" Em professed.

John left Em to enjoy her bath for a minute and called the concierge. As expected Penny answered. John gave her the date and time from the listings of the flights to New York she had tentatively booked and Penny said she would take care of it. John thanked her again and hung up.

John ordered more wine from room service and sat back to await its arrival. He was deep in thought as Em finished her bath. His thoughts kept focusing on Nick and how he would react to Em. John worried his son would flip at the thought of Em joining the family and especially at being his wife. He was consumed by those thoughts until the doorbell rang. John answered it and tipped the waiter for the wine, another 1999 California Riesling. John wasn't normally into sweet wines but after all those months on the island the thought of something sweet appealed to him as well as staying with what Em had already started. 

He was sipping his wine, still deep in thought, when Em finally emerged from the bathroom naked. With her beautiful overall tanned body, incredible figure, and long blonde hair, she looked like Bo Derek without the braids. Em was a ten by anyone's standards. Her pretty face and ample breasts were highlights on an otherwise flawless body.  Any guy seeing her now, as he was, would think himself privileged. The negative earlier thoughts were immediately erased from his mind in favor of looking at her.

"More wine?" Em said reaching for the remaining glass on the tray.

"Yeah, I would have liked a nice Cabernet Sauvignon but since you were already drinking Riesling, I stuck with it," John explained.

"You could have ordered a red if you wanted. I like reds too," Em claimed.

"I didn't realize you knew so much about wine at your age?" John said musingly, chastised. 

"Hey, remember, old man, I was in college," Em chided.

"Right, you were. Northwestern University would have more sophisticated tastes too, I would imagine," John retorted, referring to the prestigious north shore school.

"There were plenty of beer drinkers also," Em added.

"So much for no alcohol on college campuses," John mused aloud.

"Since when are you such a puritan?" Em commented stepping right in front of him with her filled glass.

"I just started," John chuckled as he reached for her naked hips.

"Now ... now, hands off," Em scolded backing away. "I just cleaned up and want to go out for a while. Let's check out the island some, John, please."

"Okay, give me a minute to call Nick," John explained and noticed the slight shift in her smile and stance before she left to get dressed. 

John got Nick on the phone and told him the flight times for their plane. Nick agreed to pick them up and said he was curious to meet Em. He asked about her and John answered his questions to age, where she was from, and was she going to school. When John explained she was from Chicago, Nick was curious why she wasn't heading home to her family. John related that her mother had died on the flight and Em wasn't ready to go home, which was partly true. 

John got updates on Nick's work at Hofstra and his schedule for his exams. He would be done by the time they arrived.  Nick explained too that he had called the lawyer to tell him of his dad's survival. Nick had been working with the attorney to settle the estate when John had called the other day. He told the attorney now to stop everything. 

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Nick?"

"I need to tell you something," Nick stated.

"What's that?"

"Well, I have a girlfriend. She's from Philadelphia," Nick explained.

"That's great. I can't wait to meet her," John expressed.

"Well ... ah ... that's kinda what I need to talk to you about. See after a few months, when I thought you were dead, I invited her to live with me. She moved in about three weeks ago. Her parents still think she's in the dorm. Her old roommate covers for her," Nick confessed.

"Oh, I see," John replied.

"It's okay though. You'll like her, I'm sure," Nick offered.

"I'm sure I will," John commented parentally. "How are you paying for things?"

"Well, the New Yorker Magazine paid me for your last article. I talked to your boss and he okayed it. By the way I called him so he knows you're alive. He said to call him as soon as you can," Nick continued.

"Okay, I will call him soon," John proposed.

"I also got a job, Dad. I'm working at the school part time in the mail room. It's not bad. They're paying me $7.50 an hour to start. I work about twenty hours a week and, no, it doesn't interfere too much with my studying. Mandy works there too so it's convenient. Oh, Mandy's my girlfriend. I didn't mention her name before," Nick explained.

"You're making enough to get by?"

"Well, Mandy buys some of the food," Nick said. "But it's still tight."

"Good thing I paid off the mortgage last year with that advance I got," John concluded.




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"Yeah, and the lawyer helped me with the bank to get enough money to pay off the property taxes," Nick responded.

"Good," John said as a dressed Em came back into the room. "Nick, we need to go out now. I'll talk to you later or tomorrow," John stated.

"Okay, Dad."

"Love you, Nick," John said.

"Love you too, Dad," Nick replied before hanging up. 

Em and John finished the wine off and headed out to see the island. They walked around town first where Em managed to drag John into a couple of shops. She talked him into buying her an Amethyst ring. After they tired of town, they rented a taxi and went out to the Club Med. They were having a drink poolside when Em noticed John looking away intently. She turned to see what he was looking at only to see a cute young topless woman walk by. She looked like she might be French. The girl was probably Em's age or even eighteen, slim with small firm breasts and pink nipples. It had not dawned on either of them that the Club Med might have a partially nude beach.  

"What are you looking at, John," Em scolded turning back to him. 

"Nothing," John replied with a smile.

"Think she's hot," Em pressed.

"Not as hot as my girl," John professed hoping to appease her.

"You better say that," Em concluded.



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This is a fictional account. If you haven't read the others, you might want to start at the beginning. Hope you all enjoy this final chapter.



"I've only got eyes for you, babe," John professed.

"You better say that," Em concluded, watching the topless girl disappear behind the bar area. "Too bad we didn't bring our suits, at least the bottoms. We could really give these hotel patrons something to watch."

"You'd bare yourself on a nude beach?" John queried happily.

"Well, only on top. I'm kinda used to it, remember? And that rescue plane pilot saw me so I guess what's the big deal," Em reasoned.

"I guess so," John agreed.

They finished one drink and ordered a second. This one they took in hand and walked down along the beach holding hands. They passed several more topless women but they were all older and not as attractive. Further down the beach they spotted several more nude couples off in the distance. They elected to just turn back at that point. Their drinks were done and the beach was starting to feel too hot in clothes despite the nice breeze. 

It was getting close to dinner so they took a taxi back to the hotel. As they were getting out of the taxi several reporters recognized them and rushed forward from near a parked TV van. Somehow they had figured out that Em and John were staying here. Maybe they had canvassed most of the better hotels. John had a microphone shoved in his face and camera flashes popped away as they tried to continue to walk to the hotel entrance. It was a little intimidating for people not used to the spotlight. 

"Mr. Morrison, tell us what it was like on the island for all those months," one reporter yelled.

Another yelled, "What did you eat for all that time?"

A cameraman shouted, "How about a shot with the young lady?"

"Meredith, we hear you lost your mother in the crash. Is that true?" one man said drawing a hostile stare from John. 

They kept moving towards the front door, fighting their way through the reporters and camera crews. When the bellmen spotted the situation they rushed to help. They had many dignitaries before and were trained to help out. 

"When are we going to hear your story," another reporter shouted.

"You can read about it in the New Yorker," John replied loudly as the bellmen and now security swarmed in to aid. 

The reporters were blocked by the bellmen and security but Em and John were allowed to slip through and rush to the door where Penny Morale' stood.

"So sorry, ma'am and sir, it won't happen again. We will be better prepared next time," Penny Morale' avowed, holding the door for them to enter.  

After the commotion, John and Em crashed on their bed once inside their room.

"Wow, that was crazy," John exclaimed.

"Sure was," Em agreed. "Now I know how Britney Spears feels."

"Yeah, right," John laughed sarcastically. "You're a big time celebrity now."

"What ... you saw how they reacted. Just like what the stars have to deal with everyday," Em proclaimed.

"Yeah, but fame is fleeting, my dear. Unlike Britney Spears, we'll be old news in no time," John explained.

"You think so? They're hungry for our story. You going to wait to tell them until you write it?" Em questioned. 

"I think I may have to write a short version first for the New Yorker. Nick said my editor wants to talk with me as soon as possible. I'm sure he is going to ask me to do it. I can write the book after that," John stated.

"What about me? Don't I get any say in this?" Em queried.

"Sure. You want to go out there and tell those reporters the whole story?"

"No ... not that way. Maybe on Oprah or something," Em offered.

"Go ahead," John challenged. "But you might hurt our book sales."

"No ... I'll hold off. I'd be too nervous anyway. Besides, I don't what to hurt the book sales by giving the story away," Em reasoned.

"Good, I can probably wean a big advance out of my editor at the New Yorker if we hold off talking about it until after they publish the article. They'll pay big for an exclusive. Besides, what would you say about us?" John asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you say we slept in separate huts? The Coast Guard guys know that's not true. How would you explain our living arrangements?"

"Well ... I don't know. I see your point. Maybe just tell the truth. How are you going to do it?" Em questioned.

"I'll probably just tell what happen. Stick to the truth," John claimed as well, thoughtfully. "They don't need all the details anyway, just the facts about how we fell in love. I'll make it a romantic tale."

"A romantic love story," Em responded questioningly by leaning into him, smiling, and tickling him. 

"Yeah," John stated, fighting off her playful hands. "A real heart-throbber."

"Will you make me out to be beautiful?" Em asked longingly but smiling.

"That won't be too difficult given it's the truth," John praised and turned into her. 

"You might think so but not everyone will," Em espoused.

"By the time I'm done describing you in the book, they'll think you're Helen of Troy," John claimed.

"Mmm ... I can't wait to read that," Em said jokingly but then passionately kissed him. "If I promise to keep the author happy while he's working, will I have even greater beauty in the book?"

"Couldn't hurt," John said musingly.

Em got up on her knees, pulled off her shirt, undid her bra, and then, with breasts swaying, settled between his legs. She smiled at him as she worked the belt of his shorts open and then the zipper down. Her small hand fished through the open slit of his underwear and extracted his cock. It was not yet hard but beginning to expand. 

"I better start now then," Em kidded as she took him into her mouth.

"Oh, god ... good idea," John exclaimed with a pleasureful groan.

Em sucked on John's cock until he was good and hard. She could have easily taken him all the way with her mouth but he stopped her and pushed her back. He worked her clothes off and finished undressing himself. He teased the entrance to her cunt with his cock and slapped it playfully against her excited sex. 

"Mmm ... stick it in me please," Em growled.

John complied and easily entered her wet pussy. He pushed slowly but steadily in until his big dick was nearly buried inside her. He withdrew equally slow, and then fucked back inside her, which caused Em to grunt and gasp even more. 

"Oh, that's good," Em stated merrily.

"Yeah ... I'll say," John echoed.

John slowly picked up the pace until his cock was slamming into her pussy for all he was worth. Em stuck with him stroke for stroke and came twice. They were delicious little mini-cums that only added to the building pressure inside her for the main event. John pounded into Em's cunt which was soaked from her two climaxes. Wet and squishy sounds filled the room as they fucked like rabbits on the huge soft bed. 

John was nearing his limit. His cock felt like a bar of steel as he fucked Em with abandon. Despite Em's slick cunt it was still incredibly tight around his big cock and the wonderful friction was bringing him to a rapid end. Em too was building to the pinnacle of her orgasm. The first two had merely been the opening acts in the play and the finale grew rapidly nearer. Em clung to John as he hammered away into her pussy. They both grunted and groaned with each new thrust and the blissful pleasure that followed. Their bodies worked as a practiced pair to bring each to their final end.

"Fuck!" Em shouted a bit too loud as her orgasm hit first. 

Her pussy clamped down hard on John's cock as her orgasm erupted inside her. The pleasure that radiated out from her groin consumed her like a wildfire. It spread rapidly to every corner of her being and fused the thoughts in her brain. John pushed hard into her quaking cunt enough to reach his own crescendo. A few hard pushes and his dick exploded inside her like a fire hose. Em could feel the heat of his seed as it painted her throbbing pussy inside. 

"Oh, god!" Em growled.

"Fuck," John now said as his balls pulsed and forced load after load of sperm into her already pregnant womb. 

They kept it up until John's cock stopped pulsing and all energy drained from them. He slowly pulled out of her soaked twat and immediately a rush of white cum ran from her cunt to the sheets below like a mini-river. It made a small puddle where her ass cheeks depressed the sheet. John flopped down beside her heavily breathing body on the bed. They panted together until both could catch their breath.

"Wow ... that was wonderful," Em exuded.

"Sure was," John agreed with a gasp.

They curled together and dozed for about an hour before they got up to shower and dress for dinner. They decided to eat in the hotel to avoid any further confrontations with the media. They found a wonderful restaurant with both inside and outside seating. It was a glorious night with a slight breeze. Despite Em's thin sundress, they chose to sit outside and enjoy the weather. It was warm enough but she had to be careful, as they walked to their table behind the maitre de', that the wind didn't blow her dress too high. She only had a thong on underneath.

They had a delightful steak dinner which they both thoroughly enjoyed and their taste buds did too. Not eating seafood of some kind was a decided thrill for a change. Em saved room for dessert afterwards and they each ordered something. John got butter pecan ice cream while Em ordered a chocolate truffle which came embedded in a brownie with chocolate sauce. It was deliciously decadent and they shared mouthfuls of each. 

They were tired from the day's activities and decided just to go to bed. The next day John completed the paperwork on the bank deposit for the one hundred thousand before they walked through town and did a little more shopping. They managed to avoid the press and made it back to the hotel unscathed for lunch by the pool. Both John and Em were enjoying their non-seafood meals immensely. They both had burgers and fries for lunch.

After making love again in their room and lounging in the oversized tub, they dressed for dinner. They ate again at the hotel and went dancing in the club. John surprised Em at how good a dancer he was and in no time they were moving like a couple that had practiced for a long time. They got stares from some of the other patrons but John wasn't sure if it was their dancing, how beautiful Em looked in her elegant new dress they bought, or if they were recognized as the couple from the Coast Guard Cutter. Either way didn't matter. They enjoyed the evening and retired to their room exhausted from all the dancing. Sleep took both of them as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The next day they were to leave so they packed in the morning for their flight. After a quick breakfast, they headed to the airport for the flight to New York. Nick would be picking them up and would drive his father's SUV to the airport to get them and the luggage. The flight was on time and once in the air John noticed Em hadn't said much since they boarded the plane.

"You're quiet. You nervous about meeting Nick?" John asked.

"Truthfully, yes. What if he can't stand me, John? What if he doesn't understand? You know it wasn't that long ago your wife died. He might not be ready for you to be with someone," Em poured out all at once.

"It'll be fine. Nick is pretty mature for a guy. Besides, who couldn't love you?" John said jokingly.

"Be serious. He might view me as all wrong for you. Might think I'm after your money or something?" Em worried aloud.

"Money, ha! What money? Sure I had a few bucks before, but I wasn't rich by any means. In fact, the two hundred thousand we got will add nicely to our little nest egg, babe," John informed.

"But how's he going to feel with you having a girlfriend the same age as his?"

"I don't know. Maybe he'll like the fact that you have so much in common. His girlfriend might even be glad to have someone close to her age to talk to," John explained.

"I hope you're right," Em stated.

"Don't worry about it, babe. Let's just see what happens," John offered.

"Okay," Em agreed.

The flight to JFK went through San Juan, Puerto Rico. They changed planes there and six and a half hours after leaving Guadeloupe they landed at JFK. It took forty-five minutes to make it through customs where their bags were opened. The customs agents were searching for drugs, of course, but Em and John gave each other a thankful look they had safely deposited the money in the bank rather than try to get it back through customs. 

They found their way through the airport to the exit and traffic lane where Nick was supposed to meet them. They only had to wait a short time before he pulled up alongside the curb. Nick waved with a big smile on his face and jumped out of the car. He ran around the side and John and he hugged for a good minute. Em was beginning to feel left out when they parted and John introduced her to Nick. Em could see the family resemblance in Nick's handsome face as she shook his hand. She returned his pleasant greeting and smile and began to feel her concerns were unfounded.

The drive to the house took forty minutes with traffic.  They talked mostly of the trip back, the plane crash and life on the island. Em and John purposely avoided any reference to how they had slept. It was about three-thirty in the afternoon as they pulled into the driveway. The house looked much as John had left it other than a few more weeds in the front beds now that the occasional winter snows were gone. 

"Not much has changed," John commented jokingly, as they climbed out of the SUV. "The traffic is as bad as ever and you still hate weeding."

"Yeah, well, it's been hard to keep up on Mom's gardens with work and school. I'm lucky if I get time to mow the lawn," Nick claimed.

"I love gardening," Em chimed in.

"That's good," John agreed looking lovingly at Em.

They carried the bags into the house and were immediately greeted by Nick's girlfriend. Mandy seemed genuinely glad to see them and hugged both John and Em briefly. She had a cute face and a great smile. Her teeth were perfect, John thought as he watched her greet Em. Mandy's hair was long and a beautiful brown with waves. She was shorter than Em by a couple inches and slim. Her breasts were small but her body looked tight and athletic. 

"Please come into the kitchen," Mandy said. I thought you might be hungry. You know airplane food these days. I'm making an early dinner but it's not ready yet. I do have a few appetizers and some white wine being chilled though."

"Wow, thanks," Em extolled.

"You guys didn't have to go to so much trouble," John offered.

"Mandy's idea," Nick explained. "She wanted to welcome you home properly."

"Well, thanks, Mandy," John expressed.

"Yes, thanks," Em added as they entered the kitchen. 

They were greeted by a nice aroma from the stove and the table was set for four.  The wine was chilling on the island counter. 

"Nick, how about opening the wine while I get the appetizers," Mandy suggested.

"Sure, sweets," Nick said, taking the bottle from the ice. 

Em offered to help Mandy but she said she had it under control. John observed the proficiency with which Nick opened the wine bottle.

"I wasn't aware you were into wine," John asked with fatherly concern evident.

"Mandy and I like a nice white wine with dinner sometimes," Nick explained.

"And just how do you get it?" John pressed again.

"Dad, I'm in college, remember?" Nick explained with a smile.

"So that's supposed to explain how you get booze?" John asked a little louder and more ardently than he had actually planned.

Nick didn't answer him right away and John glanced from his face to Em's. She was looking at him with a pained looked. John switched to Mandy and she looked startled too. John realized he was coming on too strong.

"Sorry, Nick. I guess I'm just suddenly aware how I haven't been here for you or part of your life for these last months," John professed.

"It's okay, Dad," Nick replied with a smile.

John looked back to Em and she smiled at him giving her support too. John glanced back to Mandy and she had already returned to setting a cookie sheet of assorted appetizers on the counter. They were obviously from a box but looked good none-the-less. Nick popped the cork and poured them all a glass of wine. He handed the first one to Em.

"Thanks, Nick," Em said taking the glass.

"Dad told me you go to Northwestern," Nick said.

"Well, I did. I'm not thinking about going back there now," Em explained.

"Oh, what do you plan then?" Nick asked innocently. 

"Well, I was thinking about going to school out east here," Em said, stealing a glance towards John. 

"Really?" Nick questioned, and then added. "Well, you might think about Hofstra."

"I might just do that. I hear it's a great school," Em offered.

"It's not Northwestern but it's still pretty good," Nick explained.

"How's the journalism department," Em asked, drawing a questioning look from John. "I'm thinking about changing my major."

"Wouldn't know. Not my thing. Mandy, you know anything about the journalism department?" Nick asked.

"This girl I knew from the dorm was a journalism major. I think she liked it but I don't know how it rates," Mandy stated.

"I might want to help your dad write a book on our stay on the island," Em further explained, smiling at John.

"You're planning on writing a book, Dad?" Nick queried excitedly.

"Yeah, I might start with a short version for the New Yorker but I'm planning to put it into a book deal too," John expressed sipping his wine. 

Mandy put a tray with the appetizers on the counter where John and Em took seats and Nick stood on the side. They helped themselves to the egg rolls, Mexican wraps, and the tiny hot dogs in pastry. Mandy had sweet and sour, salsa, and mustard for them to dip them into. 

"These are great!" John claimed trying a hot dog and waving his hand before his face to indicate they were hot. 

"Oh, nothing special," Mandy allowed. "I'm an okay cook but these are just so good and easy."

"They're great to people that have lived on fish for months," Em announced.

"Yeah, that had to be tough," Nick agreed.

"It sure was," Em continued. "I didn't even like seafood when we were stranded there."

"Oh, gosh. I would have starved before eating fish every day," Mandy confessed.

"You'd learn to adapt," John offered.

"Tell us what it was like," Mandy queried and Nick seconded it.

John and Em explained the trouble with the plane and the crash landing. They explained what the papers hadn't said about others surviving too. John explained how there were drug runners, who were very unsavory people. After swearing them to secrecy, John and Em explained what had happened.

"Holy shit!" Nick gasped.

"Good grief!" Mandy exclaimed. 

"You killed all three of them, Dad?"

"I'm afraid I had to or they would have killed us or at least me with other ideas for Em," John informed.

"Good God!" Mandy extolled.

"Unreal!" Nick professed.

They then explained how they had survived with some rations from the plane and learning to hunt and fish. John explained how they had speared fish, caught crabs, dug clams, and trapped gulls. Em filled in with the things they found on the island like coconuts, edible roots, and bananas. Together they explained how they cooked everything and ate with their hands or primitive utensils. 

"You're both very resourceful," Mandy pronounced.

"You learn to survive," John offered.

"I wouldn't have had a clue," Mandy explained. "I wasn't even a girl scout."

"Well, me either," Em agreed. "If it hadn't been for John, I surely would have died on that island."

"You're better than you give yourself credit for," John stated.




Castaways Ch. 10



"No, it's true. Without you, I would have been a goner," Em professed.

The appetizers were going fast, especially with John and Em. They finished the first bottle of wine and Nick produced a second from the refrigerator. He popped that one open too and filled the empty glasses.

"This is so good, Nick and Mandy. Thanks," Em stated.

"Yes, this is nice of you guys," John agreed.

"The least we can do for the returning heroes," Mandy stated jokingly.

"Yeah, you guys are famous now," Nick added.

"Hardly," John mused.

"No, really," Nick continued. "You guys were all over the news a few days ago. You and that other woman."

"Emily Cure'," Em informed.

"Yeah, her," Nick agreed.

"That was quite an experience," John professed and told them the full story.

Em put her two cents in occasionally but otherwise let John tell the story. When he was done both Nick and Mandy were in awe. 

"Damn, Dad. You're a regular MacGyver, only tougher," Nick pronounced.

"Believe me, I was plenty scared when it was happening," John informed them.

"Don't let him kid you," Em responded. "He was magnificent."

"I'll say," Mandy input too. "I mean, that must have been terrifying."

"What kind of houses did you have?" Nick questioned.

Em and John exchanged glances before John answered. 

"We built a hut," John explained.

"John built it," Em added. "I only helped."

John explained how he did it and the materials they had used. He included how they had stripped everything they could from the plane. He had just finished laying out the whole story of their living arrangements when Nick got a questioning look.

"You both lived together then?" Nick asked.

"Yes," John allowed.

"The whole time?" Nick pressed.

"Yes," John added.

Nick glanced at Em and then at Mandy before saying, "I see."

"Nick, you have to understand this was a live or die situation especially when those three drug guys were around," John informed. "It wouldn't have been safe for Em and I to be apart at that point."

"Yes, I see," Nick stated but still looked to Mandy. A hush followed in the conversation. 

"Nick, your dad and I were intimate if that is what you're wondering," Em said.

John looked at her, not believing she just blurted it out like that but realizing they needed to be forthright as there was even more that Nick and Mandy would need to know. At least Nick. John wasn't so sure they should be spilling all this while Mandy was present. However, with her living there now it seemed pointless to leave her out. Nick would only tell her immediately anyway. 

"What?" Nick gasped, as if he hadn't heard her.

"I said your dad and I had sex. In fact, I'm pregnant," Em stated.

"What?" Mandy and Nick yelled aloud in unison.

"Em, that could have waited," John said wishfully. 

"Dad, what the fuck!" Nick shouted.

"Nick, watch your language, please. It's true. Em is pregnant and I'm the father," John stated.

"Oh, geez," Nick extolled.

"Wow," Mandy said, then covered her mouth like a kid.

"Nick, you have to understand your father and I were all alone and totally dependent on each other. However, it became more than that. We fell in love," Em explained.

"Jesus Christ!" Nick exclaimed.

"Nick! Please don't use bad language. We wanted to tell you earlier but figured it would be better face to face. Em and I are in love and she will be living with me, us, I mean," John stated. 

"Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy," Mandy said hoping to make things easier. 

"Nick, it will be ... ," John started to say.

"Dad, I was elated to learn you were still alive. I was extremely relieved you were coming home, but this is unbelievable. You're going to be a father again and with Meredith," Nick exclaimed.

"Is it so hard to believe?" John asked but to Nick's retreating back as he walked hurriedly from the room. "Where're you going?"

They heard the front door open and close without any response. John looked at Mandy and Em. They looked at him and each other with shock on their faces.

"He just needs time to sort it all out," Em said.

"Yeah ... that's it. He just needs time to be able to adjust to the idea," Mandy agreed.

"He should be happy for me," John said. "He's my son."

"He'll come around, John," Em declared.

"Sure. He'll come around. I'll go find him," Mandy said rushing from the room too.

They heard the front door open and close again. John turned to look out the back, staring off at nothing in particular. Em looked at him caringly. 

"He called me Meredith that last time," Em stated. "It's me he resents, not you. He can't see you with me because of the age difference. He especially doesn't see me pregnant and giving him a brother or sister. If anything, he's not mad at you but he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. He just met you," John claimed.

"John, he's going to have a hard time accepting me as your wife and especially as your pregnant wife," Em declared.

"I thought you young people were more tolerant of race, sex, and age differences in married people," John replied.

"For the most part I think that's true but this is a lot for Nick to absorb at once. He's just having a hard time dealing with the fact his future stepmom is his age."

"I guess that is a lot to absorb. I was naïve to think he would accept it so easily," John concluded.

"I was more worried than you but I do think he'll get accustomed to the idea given some time to consider your happiness," Em decided.

"I hope your right. Should we check this dinner?" John questioned.

"Good idea. It wouldn't be nice to mess up Mandy's welcome home dinner. She seems very sweet," Em offered.

"Yeah, she does," John allowed.

They walked to the stove to figure out what needed to be done.  Mandy had pork chops in the broiler along with pan browned potatoes. She also had broccoli on the stovetop waiting to steam. The pork chops and the potatoes looked nearly done so Em turned on the broccoli. The table was already set so they poured another glass of wine and waited.

John and Em were about to think that Nick and Mandy might not come back in time for dinner when the front door opened again. Em had just pulled the pork chops from the oven along with the potatoes. The broccoli was just about done too. Upon seeing that her dinner was not destroyed, Mandy thanked Em for taking care of things. Nick poured himself another glass of wine. John was staying silent and watching a Mets game in the family room off the kitchen. 

Em looked at Nick standing in the doorway to the family room watching the game too. John was on the couch with his back to him. Mandy was finishing the preparations as Em poured water into the water glasses on the table for her. As she did, she glanced up to observe Nick again. 'God, he looks just like a younger version of John,' Em thought. 

Nick was the same height at close to six-three, slimmer than John, but not geeky. He looked like an athlete or at least someone that worked out. He was handsome, she thought, with somewhat darker hair than his father. He had the same waves that John had when his hair had lengthened before she cut it. His eyes, which she couldn't see now, but had noticed before, were a piercing blue, even deeper than John's. By any account, he was a handsome guy and one she might have been attracted to if they had met first. 

Em nearly overfilled a water glass as she stared at Nick in the doorway. When she finished that last glass of water and looked back towards Mandy, she was tossing a salad but looking at Em. Their eyes met for a second and Em thought she saw concern or jealousy there. She smiled at Mandy to try to break any tension.

"Hey, can I do anything else?" Em asked.

"No, you've been a big enough help already," Mandy replied. "Nick, we're ready."

"I'll get John," Em offered.

"Good, you guys can sit there," Mandy said pointing out two of the four seats at the table. 

"Alright," Em responded.

She walked into the family room and stopped beside the couch. John was staring straight forward at the TV as if he didn't notice her approach. 

"Dinner is ready," Em proclaimed.

"Okay," John answered but didn't move at first. 

Em was already back by the table and standing behind a seat when John got up and came over. Nick was helping Mandy dish out the portions on the plates. When they were done they gave everyone a plate and took their seats as John and Em had. The first few seconds were just filled with moving forks and people passing salt and pepper shakers. Finally Mandy broke the silent tension.

"I hope you guys like pork chops," Mandy stated.

"Oh, gosh, anything that isn't fish or crustacean is a major plus," Em said merrily.

"That must have been awful to only have seafood all the time," Mandy agreed.

"Like we said before, John figured a way to catch seagulls, so occasionally we had fowl but that was the extent of our variance," Em explained.

"How'd you manage to catch birds, Mr. Morrison?" Mandy asked.

"You can call me John, Mandy," John said and explained the whole procedure.

It took a while for him to detail the means by which they caught birds and that seemed to alleviate some of the tension in the room as even Nick listened to his father's tale. Mandy and Em kept the conversation going with more talk of their life on the island. 

The conversation at one point turned to how they had attempted rescue and then tried to escape the island by building a raft. John explained the details of the construction while Em complained about all the time she had spent on the sail only to never use it. By the time they were done, everyone had finished eating. Mandy had dessert but offered to serve it a little later in the family room. Em helped her with the dishes as John and Nick adjourned with wine glasses into the family room to watch the end of the game. The Mets were up six to four. 

When the guys were seated and out of earshot, Em started talking to Mandy as they rinsed dishes and put them in the dishwasher. 

"Nick said you're from Philadelphia," Em queried.

"Yeah, you ever been there?" Mandy asked.

"No, never have."

"It's a great town, especially if you like sports, or history, or like to eat," Mandy explained.

"I like all those things," Em professed. "I've watched the Bears play the Eagles before."

"You a football fan then?"

"Definitely ... my last boyfriend liked to watch and taught me the rules."

"Are you originally from Chicago?" Mandy asked.

"Yes."

"Your father still there?"

"No, my father left my mom and me when I was young."

"Nick told me your mom died in the crash, plus we saw it on the news. So sorry," Mandy added.

"It was very hard at first. She and I did everything together. We were best friends besides her being my mother," Em stated. "If John hadn't been there for me I probably would have lost it."

"You two only had each other the whole time on the island, I mean after those bad drug runner guys were gone," Mandy observed.

"Yeah ... John and I only had each other to talk with and be with," Em stated.

"Wow, that must have been tough," Mandy professed.

"Actually, it wasn't all that bad. I mean there were drawbacks, like the food we mentioned, but life was simple on our island. Not the crazy hustle and bustle of civilization." 

"You sure have a great tan," Mandy said jokingly.

"Yeah ... it's a complete body tan too," Em replied giggling.

"Awesome. No need for clothes with just the two of you, huh," Mandy agreed merrily.

"I rarely wore anything on top past the first few weeks after John and I became intimate. Many times I was completely naked," Em informed smiling.

"Gosh, that's free and easy," Mandy expressed. "John have an overall tan too?"

"Everywhere," Em stated laughing.

"Far out," Mandy cried.

The guys' conversation had started a lot slower. It was mostly catch up on New York sports in the beginning. After dancing around several less critical issues, John asked Nick flat out.

"You okay with Em and me?" 

"Surprised, I guess," Nick claimed.

"Understandable, she is so much younger. But Nick, she doesn't have any other close family and we fell in love on the island. We only had each other for all those months. I love her," John proclaimed.

"That was pretty quick," Nick sort of complained.

"Are you feeling that way because of Mom or because Em is younger?" John questioned.

"I don't know. I'm confused I guess. It seems pretty soon after Mom died."

"Nick, I didn't plan this as you well know. It just happened. Maybe your mom orchestrated this from on high. I'd like to think so. Anyway, I love Em and she loves me, that I know for sure," John pronounced.

"She seems nice ... and pretty," Nick confessed.

"She is wonderful and makes me very happy," John offered.

"Well, I suppose I should be happy for you but it's going to take some getting used to," Nick explained.

"I can understand that. I guess we all are going to have to make adjustments."

"I guess so. Are you okay with Mandy staying here?"

"Sure ... you have your life too and I don't want to upset that by coming back."

"Well, I may not have said it enough yet, but I'm sure glad you're back Dad. I missed you terribly."

"I missed you terribly too. All I could think about on that island was you and how you were getting along. I wanted so much to be able to tell you I was okay. I love you, Nick, more than anything. Don't forget that."

"I won't, Dad."

John stood and Nick did too and they hugged for a good long time. Mandy and Em observed the tight, long embrace from the kitchen.

"I think they've made up," Mandy said and looked at Em.

With tears in her eyes Em said, "I'm so glad."

After a dessert of apple pie and ice cream, they watched TV and talked more, all four together. They learned more about each other. John got caught up on Nick's schooling while Mandy and Em talked about converting a room into a nursery for the baby.

The phone rang in the middle of their conversation and it was John's boss. John took the call in his study as the others talked. He was gone for twenty minutes. When he returned he told them of the conversation.

"He offered me a hundred thousand dollars for the exclusive story and another hundred thousand after it ran. I told him that I was planning to write a book. He had surmised I would want to and was still making the same offer for a scaled down version in the New Yorker first before I publish the book. I agreed," John said. 

The others applauded loudly and cheered.  

That night, Em and John slept in the master bedroom. Mandy and Nick had moved into the master bedroom but vacated when Nick learned his father was alive and coming home.  John and Em made passionate love in their new home and bed together. John made Em cum three times before he did. He claimed it was the effects of the wine but Em knew he was just overjoyed that everything had worked out.  Her belly was beginning to show a little as they lay side by side holding onto each other. 

"John, I'm very happy right now," Em expressed.

"Me too, babe. I love you," John effused.

"I love you too," Em agreed.