Stranded

Rocking her harder and harder so that her entire body quivered under his mighty thrusts into her tight gripping pussy, Steve felt her shake. Her body was responding to him, ograsming under the weight of his muscular frame as it rammed her over and over. He felt her pussy dance wildly over and around his member.

He didn't stop, oh no. He simply parted his lips from hers to let her excited moans fly freely. The extra wetness wasn't truly needed in her already overflowing pussy, but feeling it envelop him, knowing that it was ment for him drove Steve wild. He thrust into her at an even faster pace, his eyes fixed on hers, watching her face and seeing reactions to his slightest move. All throughout it beared an extatic expression and the only reason she wasn't madly screaming out his name at the top of her lungs was probably because she couldn't force a single coherent word out. Her moans, however, told the story of her immense pleasure just as well, driving him over the edge with wonderful sexual stimulation.

Loudly groaning like an animal Steve pumped, his whole body jerked uncontrollably all over her as what felt like gallons of cum unloaded into her tight pussy. In seventh heaven now, Steve relaxed, still laying on top of her and pinning her body under his, his member within her cum-soaked love canal. FInally gathering enough composture, he rolled over to lay next to her, turning his head for a soft kiss.

"Wasn't that just beautiful, my love?" He smiled.
 
Her eyes looked up into his as she came, her body trembling at her orgasm and his continued ravaging of her wet sex. Animal sounds were coming from her and try as she might, there was no way, she could catch her breath enough to speak coherently. Her head went back as her back arched up, her body doing all the speaking as it matched him stroke for stroke.

Her eyes were filled with love and lust as he pounded into her and she began to cry out again. She felt him swell and tense just before he exploded. The feeling of his hot seed slamming into her full pussy sent her over the edge again and she cried out again as it seemed like he was never going to stop unloading into her... her muscles milking him for every drop... her juice mingling with his as it spilled from around her, soaking her thighs with sticky wetness.

He collapsed there on top of her, not moving for a bit, his energy spent, and his velvety rod still resting inside of her. She tried to catch her breath as he managed to roll off next to her and turned his head to kiss her, asking her,

Wasn't that just beautiful, my love?

She could do nothing at first, other then nod as she grabbed him, holding him close, her eyes welling and she buried her head against his chest, not wanting him to think she was silly. She lay there, tilting her head up to kiss him again, the passion in the kiss relaying her feelings to him better then she could do speaking.
 
Steve softly stroke her hair as her head rested against his chest. What a great feeling it was to have her next to him like this, their bodies and souls basking in the afterglows of their orgasms and the quickly setting tropical sun.

Her lips came to claim his and Steve happily welcomed them, joining with her in a long kiss, sharing the remains of their passion. His hands softly roamed her body, caressing her skin, playing with her breasts lazily. They were both satisfied, at least for the next fifteen minutes or so, and now his lazy play was just that.

They laid there on the cool grass for a while, regaining their strengths spilled out during passionate sex. Finally able to get up Steve did, holding a hand out to his love.

"Come, sweetie, let's get the cane and take it to the cave." He winked and grinned at her. "There's a bed waiting for us to play on."
 
Romanov

The soft touch of her lips on his chest was unexpected. Her soft lips lightly grazed one of his scars before she pulled back and seductively licked her lips. Was she trying to be seductive or was he imagining things?

Do you think anyone will come this way for us?

The question seemed out of place, almost a diversion. He continued to stare down at her, but his eyes lightened and softened. He smiled and ran his hand through her curled hair.

"Even if no one does come, we will always have each other's company," he said quietly as she looked away. "And no one can take that away from you. No one can make you be alone out here. There will always be someone to talk to, always someone to cry to, always someone to love."

Love. The word seemed so much more poignant now, holding so much more importance on this lone island. Almost without thinking, he drew his hand to her chin and gently turned her head to face his. He leaned in, wrapping his arm around her, and kissed her deeply.

Her lips were soft, even after their bout with the salted ocean water. His tongue slid between them to feel her tongue, and gauge her reaction to his advance.
 
They lay there for awhile, simply stroking and playing, an occasional giggle or whisper breaking the silence. He stood before she did, and held a hand out to her, mentioning something about the cave and a bed. She grinned up at him as she took his hand and pulled herself up.

You know... I think we've gotten a good start to christening this entire island... but to make love in every spot... we've got some real work to do.

She laughed and slapped his ass she she bent, gathering their clothes together and tossing his to him before bending to step into her panties, pulling them up over her wriggling hips as the slid into place over her soaked slit. Watching him as he got dressed, she sighed as he covered his beautiful cock, strong thighs and so flat she just wanted to lick it clean stomach. He caught her looking and made a face at her and said something about insatiable. She merely shrugged and giggled as she turned and began gathering the stalky leaves to take back to the cave.
 
Steve chuckled at her comment about making love in every little spot of this island.

"Oh, it'll take a while, but I'm sure we'll manage." He grinned feeling her hand slap his ass playfully. He thought about doing the same to her wiggling pretty behind, but she straightened up too quickly.

Catching his clothes he began dressing up. As he did he noticed her sparkling hungry eyes drinking his body in. He just chuckled. "Insatiable little vixen! Just you wait till we get to the cave."

He helped her gather the canes, deciting to let two perfect opportunities to slap her ass back pass by. He had trouble enough to avoid jumping her and undoing her clothes again as it was. Two heaps of tasty treats in their hands the pair made their way back to the cave.

"Oh, hey." Steve greeted the pair - Romanov and another woman - that were also in the cave. He glanced at Callie, trying to quickly decide if it would be polite to dispense with further pleasantries and ravage each other in bed as he wanted, or should they sit by the fire and chat with their comrades a bit.
 
She grinned over her shoulder at his comment about waiting until they reached the cave and her mind began wandering, thinking of what she could do to him to pay him back for his teasing of earlier.

They climbed in the cave and she straightened up, seeing Romanov and the woman still seated by the fire. She glanced at Steve and saw him looking at her as well. Recognizing the light dancing in his eyes, she nudged him and nodded at the fire. While she could think of nothing better then to feel his hands on her again, she was curious about the newcomer.

Biting her lip in indecision, she finally moved towards the fire, hoping he would follow her. Smiling brightly at the couple, who seemed to be still in a rather intimate position, she coughed lightly to be sure they knew company was there.
 
Romanov

The cough startled him and he pulled away from Isabella and turned to find Callie and Steve standing in the cavern. How long had they been there? Had they heard the conversations he and Isabella just had?

"Callie, Steve, good to see you back. We have a new visitor," Romanov said "This is Isabella. She washed up a ways down the beach. I was helping her to warm up and introducing her to our humble accommodations here."

He put on a nice face for Steve and Callie, although he wished they would leave him with Isabella. He felt a pang in his heart. Was it jealousy? Of the four women to wash ashore, Steve had taken one, one had perished, and another disappeared. He was willing to fight for this one, to keep her, to have her for himself.

"Find anything of interest while you were out?"
 
Steve followed as Callie went over the fire to greet the couple. What a nice friendly girl his love was, Steve caught himself thinking, a smile on his face.

"Hi," he said sitting down by the fire when the couple, startled by Callie's cough, made themselves decent. "Nice to see a new face."

"I'm Steve, this is Callie." He said, giving the new woman a chance to introduce herself. "We got some sugar canes out there," he smiled, nodding at the pile he and Callie put their cargo into. "So if you guys happen to have a hunger for sweets, like my love here does," he grinned, hugging Callie by the shoulders. He didn't finish the sentence, unable to resist putting a soft kiss on Callie's gentle neck, laughing as she playfully resisted.
 
Isabella

Before she had had the chance to react to the kiss, Nicholas was already pulling away and then Bella was brought back to her senses by a cough and she turned slowly. A bit embarassed at her position, or what it seemed like.

"Hi, nice to see a new face. I'm Steve, this is Callie."

Bella's pink lips pulled back into a soft smile as she turned away from Nicholas for just a moment and offered her hand out to both newcomers... well, to her they were. "Isabella. Nice to meet you." The hazel hue of her eyes now looked to be that of a warm honey in the light of the fire, some hint of amusement shining there as well as she tried to take everything that was happening in stride.

We got some sugar canes out there. So if you guys happen to have a hunger for sweets..."

Bella's smile grew and she sat up a bit straighter upon hearing that. "I love sugar cane. Hope you don't mind me snagging one." She waited for Steve's approval before reaching out to take one, doing her best at trying to pry the cane apart at the end but to no avail. I need a knife.

Slowly she turned to face Nicholas with a little smile, somewhat embarassed as she held up the sugar cane in her hand. "Think I could get you to help me out?"
 
Romanov

Steve and Callie had returned with a bounty: a load of sugarcane. Not only could molasses be squeezed out of the cane to be used in cooking, but the stalks could be chewed to provide a long-lasting source of sugar.

Think I could get you to help me out?

Isabella held out the stalk, no more than a foot in length, and looked up at Romanov through those enticing honey-colored eyes.

"Of course," he said, taking the cane from her hand and placing it on the cavern floor. He pulled the hammer from his belt and lightly pounded the cane until the outer covering was soft and pulpy.

"Take a chew on that," he said while handing the cane back to Isabella. "It should last you quite a while."

Romanov took one for himself, and thanked the duo for finding the newfound treats before pounding the end and chewing on his own island candy.
 
Steve smiled, seeing the other pair's excitement at their find. They were engrossed in it and themselves, and the idea to bow out and finally sneak to bed surfaced in his mind again.

He caressed Callie's back with his hand, nibbling on her braclasp. His lips put a soft kiss on her neck again. He looked into her eyes, then at the bed, smiling suggestively and raising an eyebrow.
 
Jenna

Jenna had plenty of worries, which was kept her from having fun on this island like some of the others. She was too worried about the school that was probably kicking her out at that very moment. Harvard was so boring, but she had made a life choice, to be a neurosurgeon. Now, anything that she wanted was just falling like the sand that she played with in her soft hands. Peering out into the sky, her eyes molded to the light, blue iris's sparkling as a light wind blew. She was remembering the first time she had read Island of the Blue Dolphins, and how that girl must have felt. She had, at least, been resourceful, and there was Jenna, still thinking about her boyfriend and parents that she had left behind. Oh, she had come on a cruise by herself. She wanted to have some fun, and she wanted to meet a guy, any guy, and just have sex with him for a week. Then, go home, pretend like she was in London visiting or doing whatever. But, now, her world was neither fun, nor exciting, because in the midst of finding a partner for the week, a storm had brilliantly occured from God, just to screw up her moment.

I NEEDED THE SEX, she could have screamed up to the clouds, wanting it to reach God, so maybe he would give her some sort of grace. Her boyfriend, while excellent, was not what she wanted in bed. He wasn't adventurous, he wasn't kinky, and he had no idea that Jenna was the complete opposite. He also didn't know that she could be quite a nympho. IT was all swept under the rug at her house, as they were both trying to make it to their PHD's. There was just no time to play hookie and tie each other up, spank, whip, and God, now she was on the brink of losing control of herself. Staring down at the sorong dress, she wished now that she had been wearing some sort of underwear, but maybe...for right now, it wasn't such a bad thing.

AS she opened her legs and pulled down the cloth, revealing more of her long legs and firm slender thighs, the air blew right in between them, and the chill felt so good against the naked flesh of her pussy. Fingers rubbed her inner thigh, looking around before laying back with her legs bent up in the air at the knee and spread apart. She really needed this...
 
She put her arms around Steve's waist and nudged him when he kept placing kisses on her neck, giving him a mock growl until he finally laughed and pulled away. She smiled brightly and was ridiculously pleased that the other couple was happy with the cane they had brought.

Feeling Steve began rubbing her back and the kisses on her neck starting again, she had no desire to stop him, especially after that raised eyebrow he gave her after glancing at their bed. Smiling at Romanov and Isabella, she made excuses for the two of them, claiming fatigue, though it was obvious from the couple's amused look that the excuse was easily seen through.

Leaving most of the cane there by the fire, but taking one back with her, she grinned at Steve's questioning look and shrugged.

A girl's gotta have her candy right?

She giggled and went around the outcropping where their makeshift bed was and stood in the middle of it, waiting for him to get to her. Her arms went around his neck immediately and her lips found his, her tongue pressing into his now familiar mouth and she pressed tightly against him as they kissed.

ooc - Vierge... I am making an assumption here that your character is a different Jenna then was in this story previously? And since you made no mention really of where you were, I didn't include you in my post, I'm sure we'll run into you eventually. It's a small island. lol
 
Finally, they were alone, in the relative privacy of the nook where their bed was built.

A girl's gotta have her candy right?

She followed the question with a kiss, which he was all too eager to partake in, letting her tongue roam freely in his mouth first, then fighting it back and taking full control of hers. When their lips finally parted, he grinned, his hands sliding from her shoulders down her front to cup her breasts and caress them gently as he spoke.

"Not afraid to stain your clothes with those?" He grinned, hooking up the bottom of her top and pulling it up over her head as she giggled playfully. "Well, now, let's see if I learned anything about your bra." He smiled, hugging his hands around her to fumble with the clasp. He didn't, it turns out, learn much, having almost as much trouble with it this time as he did the first, much to Callie's amusement. Though, to his honor, this time he managed to undo it without having to go behind her.

"Getting better," he claimed with a grin as the cloth cups fell to reveal her beautiful tits. Immediately he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.

He stopped sucking, grinning mischievously, as he took the cane from her and squeezed it, making some sweet juice appear. He rubbed it on and around her nipples, glancing up to meet her eyes, his own sparkling. Giving the cane back, he sucked her nipple into his mouth again, moaning in pleasure into her breast. "Tastes divine!" He said, when he finally let it go, moving onto the other nipple.
 
Romanov

Steve and Callie had once again gone off on their own, leaving Romanov alone again with Isabella. Their tongues and spirits had been sweetened by the cane, and even with the intrusion, Romanov's passion had not subsided.

He looked down upon her, still sitting in his lap, curled slightly against his chest. She was quietly nibbling on the end of the sugarcane, delicately sucking the sweet juice from the outer husk. Her slightly curled brown hair had fallen around to the back of her neck, leaving her shoulder slightly exposed. Romanov quietly ran his hand along her shoulder, just touching the base of her neck as he sat and watched her snacking on the cane.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying your newfound treat," he said, leaning back slightly so he could see into her eyes. "Is there anything else you need help with? I am at your beck and call."

The thought of giving himself up to this woman, giving up all control to her, had intrigued him since he first set eyes on her. She was so much smaller than him, yet had an effect on him he had never felt before. She was strong-willed, independent. She was a fighter. Someone who would not back down. He had always used his physical stature to intimidate, to get his way, to get what he wanted, but this woman was different. He felt as if she would stand up to him, challenge him. This quiet internal thought is what drove him to be near her. He smiled.

"Just ask, and you shall receive..."
 
He lifted her top over her arms and she grinned as he leaned close, his hands going around her back and beginning to work on the clasp again. She tried to hold still, not to squirm, making it easier for him and he finally sprung her flesh free.

Getting better.

She giggled and nodded, about to whisper a smart ass remark, a remark which flew off into that place where forgotten remarks go as his warm mouth closed on her sensitive nipple. He sucked on her, causing a groan to come from her throat as heat and moisture blossomed between her legs and she frowned as he pulled back.

Grabbing her already cut stalk that she'd still been holding, he began to work the sap from it, letting the thick sticky liquid drip onto her nipples where he helped it out by smearing it all over. Handing the cane back and looking quite pleased with himself he pulled her nipple back into his waiting mouth, causing another moan to come from her as she dropped the cane to the side and wrapped her hands in his hair, running her fingers through it as her own head tilted back while he feasted on her.

He let go and was switching to the other side, when she pulled him down in a heap on top of her, guiding his mouth back to her as one of her long legs wrapped around his waist, grinding her warm, still covered pussy against his hardening bulge, teasing him as his teeth and tongue drove her wild. Her hands let go of his hair, satisfied his head would stay where it was for the moment and went down to come back up under his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin as he suckled her.
 
Her hands in his hair excited, whipped him into more aggressive action as he sucked hard, then suckled very gently on her sensitive tits. His mouth stayed faithfully on her breasts, but his hands traveled down to fumble with her bottoms, eager to liberate her pussy from the tight constraints.

Eventually, he succeeded in pulling her pants and panties down halfway her thighs, unable to reach much further without leaving her tits. And the latter was something he wasn't about to do any time soon. He unzipped his own pants with some help from her gentle hands and wiggled out of them, staying only in his T-shirt.

He struggled, trying to move his cock into her moist and ready pussy but still keep his head at her chest, eventually concluding that it was, indeed, impossible in this position.

Never stopping his sucking on her breasts, Steve searched for a solution, soon figuring out one. With his legs and a little wiggling help from her, he pulled her pants further down, rubbing his muscular thighs against hers to push at the cloth. That done, he sneaked his feet into the gap between her spread legs and turned onto his back. She was now straddling him, her pussy over his member and her breasts held out into his face as she leaned forward and he up to meet halfway. Chuckling softly into her tits at his successful little sexual engineering, he guided the tip of his hard cock to the enterance into her pussy, leaving it up to her to decide when and how fast they will join.
 
He managed to get her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs, almost effectively trapping her as she couldn't really move much for a few moments, which only served to turn her on even more as her hands began roaming over his entire body as his mouth continued lighting it's fire over her breasts.

She unzipped his pants and managed to help him wriggle out of them and nearly laughed at the absurdity of their situation. If he were merely to pull back for ten seconds their clothing would be gone, but she didn't want his mouth breaking contact for that long and it would appear that he didn't either. So they manuevered and twisted and pulled until only his shirt remained and her shorts and panties were finally moving down her legs slowly as he angled himself at her wet opening.

She realized he couldn't really move much and she grinned with delight suddenly as her hand went to his hair again and pulled his head up rather firmly to kiss her, a long deep, tongue twisting kiss before she finally needed a breath and guided his lips back to their new home for the time being.

Moaning softly as he repaid her by raking his teeth across her, she lifted her hips and slid him about an inch into her pussy, her tightness pulling and sucking at him, wanting him farther. But she wasn't quite ready for that yet. She pulled away and he left her, a moan escaping her as she really wanted to merely impale herself as hard as she could onto his waiting cock. But she managed to resist. Just barely. She wanted him teased to the edge of torment, paying him back for all those times he teased her.

And so she played, raising herself and pushing him in an inch or two, clenching her muscles around him tightly as she did so before lowering and making him come free. As long as his head stayed glued to her breasts there wasn't much he could do about it, and she wondered how long he would let her go. Over and over again, slowly, sometimes a little faster, in and out he went, never more then halfway sinking into her tight, warm walls. The teasing though was torture for herself and she was biting her lip hard to keep from letting him know how much, though his growls around her breast were making her smile as he tried to plunge into her a time or two and she yanked her hips back just in time.
 
The teasing was torturous and he would've long a go put a stop to it if he were to take his lips off her breasts. That, however, was not an option and he kept sucking, growling into and biting at her tits to express his frustration at her mean teasing pussy.

She kept at it, apparently enjoying the battle of erotic rewards in his mind. How deep must his frustration in their center area be for his mouth to give up her breasts? The answer was 'very deep'. In fact, there was no way he was going to release those wonderful tits from his lips' eager attention. And he didn't.

Instead, his hands slid down her back, firmly grabbing her hips and holding her in place as he pushed his cock fully into her welcoming wetness with a single thrust of his hips.

"Ooooh, yeah!" He moaned loudly, his mouth now free. Free because Callie straightened her back, a moan of pleasure of her own falling off her sensual red lips.

"Hey, babe, be nice." He pleaded. "Put those beautiful tits back here. Pleease."
 
His growling and biting and sucking were nearly about to drive her over the edge by themselves and when his hands finally went to her hips, holding her still as he plunged himself deep within her soaking walls, she arched her back with a cry of fulfillment. Moving however had the disadvantage of pulling her swollen nipples from his mouth however and his pleading soon sunk through the pleasure going through her pussy.

She smiled at him and moved so that he could reach her again, whimpering as his teeth closed over her rather sharply as if in retribution for moving them away from him in the first place. Her hips began moving as he went back to work on her breasts, his hands wandering here and there on her body, squeezing and teasing as his tongue and lips played. Her hips in the meantime were slowly grinding against him, moving in a twisting motion, causing his hardness to swirl within her tight walls.

Moaning she couldn't stand it any more and began fucking him, impaling herself over and over again, with an occasional twist thrown in just so she could feel him hitting her everywhere. Her pussy clutched at him, pulling him in each time she moved and her lips continued their song of moans and gasps as his mouth continued worshipping her flesh.

Oohh yeah baby, God you feel good, please don't stop, ohhhhhh yesssss.
 
Isabella

Bella smiled happily as Nicholas helped her out, taking the cane back with a little sigh before turning it this way and that in trying to figure out how to go about eating it. But she did, her lips clamping around the end gently as she suckled as silently as she could.

Her eyes traveled after Callie and Steve as they left, giving them a little nod and smile of thanks before her eyes turned to the man before her. "They seem nice." Spoken softly as she pulled the cane away from her lips, licking them gently with a flash of a pink tongue before she was shifting around in his lap again to get comfy.

Although she averted her eyes downward to the cane in her hands, her fingers pulled at the husk gently to expose a new part to suck on. And through all of this she could feel his gaze on her once again, making her look up slowly to find his eyes looking into her.

"I am at your beck and call. Just ask, and you shall receive..."

The comment seemed to catch her off guard, a brow arching slowly in response before she spoke. "And I thank you for it, I really do."

She wasn't one to ask for help if she could do it herself, and the sugar cane was a plain example. She had no problem asking for assistance when she needed it, she had pride but not that much. Bella smiled as she leaned forward to brush her lips against his own, letting him taste the sugar lingering on her lips.

"Would it be wrong of me to tell you that I needed you right now?" Her eyes having closed, mumbling her question against his lips.
 
Feeling her breasts back where they belonged, Steve smiled mentally, closing his lips over her nipple once again. He ment to lightly graze his teeth on her, but must have been too excited giving her what ended up a fairly firm bite. She did not seem to mind, however, and the clinching and rubbing of her sex's moist walls on his member soon made him forget about the whole thing.

He concentrated on the delightful task of sucking and munching away at her perfect full breasts, letting her take care of their extatically bumping centers. Said bumping centers, and their rubbing sexes, however, brought with them so much enjoyment that they could not be ignored.

At first he simply let it out into moans destined to sink in her soft natural pillows, but eventually it built up and became too much. With a loud groan that made even her breasts feel the vibe and induce their shaking, Steve came. His cock flooded her with the load that had a long time to build up and his cock twitched in her pussy as she impaled it over and over.

"Oh, love, this is great!" Steve moaned, spent for the moment and unable to even keep his head up at her breasts any longer.
 
His cock exploded in her, letting loose with a flood of his creamy liquid even as she flew into space herself, her tightness clamping down around him as she buried her face in his hair to keep from making too much noise.

Her hips kept moving of their own volition and milked him as she came around him, her own juice mingling with his to seep down around them and out onto her thighs. Her arms tightly around him, she finally managed to stop moving, erupting in giggles suddenly for no reason at all as his head finally moved away from her quivering globes.

Mmmm, baby, that was beautiful...

Oh, love, this is great!

They spoke at the same time, which sent her into another peal of giggles for some reason and she finally rearranged herself so that they could lie next to each other, her body curled around his as they caught their breath.
 
Happy that she came with him, their seeds intermixing merrily, Steve smiled, turning onto his side, so that she laid next to him. He slipped his shrunken wet member out of her, rubbing his hands over her body and paying special attention to the most interesting spots. His hand playfully slipped into her pussy again, fingering very gently as his lips gave her another long sensual kiss.

"It's still weird making love when they," he nodded in the direction of the other pair, hidden behind a wall of solid rock from direct sight, "can hear. I guess we should get used to it, we'll live like this for a while unless something happens. But it's still weird. I guess I'm a bad exhibitionist." He smiled shily.

"Maybe we should just sleep now." He pleaded softly caressing her. "And tomorrow, what do you say we take the day off from all the work? We can climb that volcano and make love all day high up there, with the whole island laid out before us." He paused for a moment. "And while we're at it, make a map." He grinned, pecking her forehead with his lips. "Well, no sence having to climb it again in the future."
 
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