Can John protect Pam as they fight to survive?
In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
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 Pam 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," Pam chided.
"What time is it?" John questioned.
"My watch says it is nine," Pam offered.
"We should get up," John stated.
"What's the hurry" Pam 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," Pam said.
"Well, I'm sure I'm forgetting something," John extolled.
"You're doing great so far," Pam said. "I slept great! How about you?"
"Yeah, your beds were fantastic," John agreed, smiling at her.
"They were comfortable, weren't they," Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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 cock, 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 cock back in his pants. He turned to return to camp, but was surprised to find Pam 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," Pam replied with a giggle.
"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" John queried.
"I was just curious how you'd manage," Pam said amused.
"Ha ha," John said smirking and walking past her.
"John?" Pam 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," Pam asked, seriously.
"But, Pam,;”
"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.'
Pam walked quickly to him. She was still smiling like the past five minutes had been completely normal. He felt anything but normal.
"Thanks," Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam pointed down the beach, into the water.
"There," Pam 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 Pam. 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 Pam 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 Pam. 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 Pam. 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 Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam. 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.
"Pam; 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," Pam 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," Pam confessed.
"It's not your fault, it's mine," John avowed.
Pam 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, Pam."
"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," Pam offered.
"But, I; I failed;”
"Take me home, John. Take me back to our hut?" Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam 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. Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam said.
"Come here," John said, grabbing the brush.
Pam 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," Pam said.
"Okay. I've got some things to do anyway," John claimed.
He watched Pam 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?" Pam 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," Pam said, her one arm still holding her shirt closed.
"You shouldn't go alone," John stated.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Pam 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," Pam claimed.
"Thanks. I only hope it works," John confessed.
He watched as Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam.
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 Pam's presence beside him. He turned as she stood beside him.
"How's your hand?" Pam asked.
He showed her, "Hurts a bit," John confessed as she examined it.
"Need help?" Pam questioned but didn't wait for an answer.
"Ah; ugh," John stammered.
"It's okay, John. I'm not a little girl. I've done this before, you know, and not just to myself," Pam said matter-a-factly.
When his zipper was down, John claimed, "Ahh; I can take it from here."
"You sure?" Pam 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 hard-on would make it difficult to piss too.
"You sure? I can help," Pam said, but a mischievous smile crossed her lips as she looked at him.
"I think so," John said.
"I'd gladly help," Pam said, her right hand toying with the hole in his boxers.
"I c-c-can do it," John stuttered.
"Okay," Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam didn't mind. They each had a Pepsi.
"Pam, 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.
"How's that, John?" Pam 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," Pam agreed.
"All you have to do is put your;” he started to say, "coat on."
Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam 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.
Pam 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 Pam his work for acceptance when he was done.
"Great, "Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam just hugged him. Her closeness was keeping him awake.
"John?" Pam whispered in his ear.
"Yeah, Pam."
"You think I have nice breasts?"
"They're exquisite, Pam," 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?" Pam 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.
"Pam; I ah; 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.
Pam'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 cock 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 Pam.
"Oh, wow," Pam 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," Pam said.
"You did?"
"Yeah," Pam said, curling her cool fingers around his hot flesh.
"Oh, god, Pam. We shouldn't be doing this. We should be watching for those guys."
"You watch," Pam 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," Pam 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 cock," Pam 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," Pam stated.
"Oh geez," John growled as she took more of his cock into her mouth.
"Want to see something?" Pam 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. Pam 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, Pam. 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," Pam 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.
Pam 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.
"Pam, I'm going to cum," John gasped.
Pam 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 Pam 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 cunt 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. Pam 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, Pam. That was the best ever," John exclaimed.
"Thanks. I enjoyed it too," Pam said smiling.
"My turn now," John said.
"Oh, yeah. Fuck me, John. I need to feel you inside me," Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam'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?" Pam 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.
Pam 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 cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt, making Pam moan more. She could feel more wetness seep into her sex as she envisioned him eating her cunt. 'God, lick it please, John,' Pam 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 Pam to groan loudly.
"Watch the door," John said, looking at her straining face.
"Oh, yeah," Pam 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. Pam 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,' Pam thought. 'I could let him do this forever.'
John could tell Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam 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 Pam. After a while, he extracted his tongue and replaced it with his finger. Pam 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.
Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam howled. "Mum; god; ah;"
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. Pam'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. Pam 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.
Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam proposed.
"Can I do it again?" John asked smiling.
"Not right now, please," Pam said. "I'm not sure I can take it just now."
"I didn't mean now," John said.
"Anytime you want," Pam said smiling back.
"What should we do now?" John asked tenderly.
"I want to feel you inside me, John," Pam confessed.
"Let's get this off first," John said, grabbing the bottom of her tank.
Pam 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 Pam moan and hold his head to her tit.
"Oh, I love it when someone plays with my tits," Pam stated.
"They're exceptional," John said.
"Thanks. Help yourself," Pam 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 Pam 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," Pam announced.
"Okay," John responded as he pushed again sinking an inch or more in.
"Oh, damn! You're going to fill me completely," Pam 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 Pam 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," Pam 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. Pam 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 cunt. John stuck to a slow pace for a while. It was not enough to get him off but was driving Pam crazy. Her cunt muscles clung to his cock on each inward and outward movement. Her body was careening towards a beautiful climax.
"Mmmm; that's so good," Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam said.
"Okay, I'll pull out," John agreed.
It didn't take long for them both to reach a fevered state. Pam's cunt 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. Pam reached her peak and clamped down hard with her cunt. 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. Pam 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," Pam said, kissing him again. "Thank you."
"You're most welcome," John replied.
Pam fondled his wet and deflating cock. I think I really like this guy," Pam said jokingly.
John tweaked her nipples, "Same here."
They finished cleaning up, dressed, and John made room for Pam 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 Pam's head on his chest.
The rocks in the can made a sound startling John. He bolted upright and with Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam'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 Pam 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 Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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. Pam 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.
To be continued in part 3. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.