Pam and John check out more than the rest of the island.
In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
After burying the three apparent drug runners, Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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.
Pam 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 Pam as they returned to camp.
"Where're we going to get that?" Pam asked.
"From the sea," John claimed. "We need to start fishing and catching crabs, finding clams too.
"I was never big on seafood," Pam complained with a frown.
"Well, babe, I think you better start now," John said jokingly.
"Babe, huh," Pam retorted smiling.
"What? Is that not okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine, John," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam claimed giggling.
John laughed, but kissed her, and then pulled her by the hand into the hut. They both stripped quickly. Pam 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.
Pam crawled off him to grab a condom. She smiled at him as she adeptly placed the thing on his cock.
"Now I can feel you cum inside me," Pam 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," Pam astutely claimed.
She settled down on his cock until it seated in her cunt. 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. Pam 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 Pam 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.
Pam 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 cunt clung to his cock 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," Pam expressed, smiling down on him. "I could ride you like this forever."
"Be my guest," John quipped back, also smiling at her.
Pam 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," Pam implored. "My body is crying to cum on your big cock."
"Do it then," John stated.
Pam couldn't hold back as her tight cunt 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 Pam. 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," Pam 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. Pam's cunt 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 Pam to recover before starting to fuck her again. He rolled her over to fuck her from on top this time. Pam 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. Pam'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 Pam's depths. He was careful not to pound her cervix as he increased his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck!" Pam screamed. "Mmmm; make me cum again, lover. Make me your woman."
"Oh, shit, Pam! I'm almost there," John yelled.
"Do it! Cum inside me! Let me feel you shoot off in my cunt," Pam barked.
"Oh, fuck, here it comes," John cried out.
"Ahh; fuck me, John," Pam implored as her own orgasm hit simultaneously with his.
John continued to pound his cock into Pam'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 Pam, 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. Pam 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," Pam said, with a big smile on her face.
"You're unbelievable," John exclaimed.
"You're not so bad yourself," Pam quipped.
They kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss, Pam cast her eyes down to his flaccid cock. The condom was hanging loosely. John had not removed it yet. Pam reached out and pulled it off him. His cock was covered with cum and so was the inside of the condom. Pam held it up to examine it with a smile on her face.
"What?" he queried.
"You made quite a deposit," Pam 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," Pam expressed with a laugh.
"Well, that too," John allowed, chuckling with her.
"Good bit of protein in here, right?" Pam asked with a devilish smile.
"True," John agreed.
"Maybe I shouldn't let it go to waste," Pam proclaimed, giggling.
"Maybe not," John replied, thinking the same nasty thought.
Pam 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," Pam said, making a funny face.
"Okay, you silly girl," John answered.
Pam put it aside and looked back down at John's soft wet cock. That too would have the taste of latex on it. Pam 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?" Pam asked.
"Good idea," John said.
He watched her turn and scamper naked out the door, her glistening cunt 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?" Pam said, breaking his concentration on her tits.
"Absolutely. Too much in fact. I think I could start again," John allowed.
"Nothing wrong with that," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam avowed.
"It's risky but you might be right," John agreed.
"Care to try it," Pam said giggling and wiggling her ass on his cock.
"You're insatiably," John professed but with a smile.
"I know it," Pam said. "I don't understand girls that treat sex like a job. I love it."
Pam 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. Pam 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," Pam mused.
They fucked in the light surf, going slowly at first, and then building to an aggressive pace. Pam 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.
Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam as he ran from the beach.
"Oh, wow," Pam 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 Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam, 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, Pam 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," Pam quipped.
"None better," John avowed.
"That kind of talk might get you lucky again, old man," Pam said chuckling. "Think you can handle it?"
"I was just wondering the same thing, young lady," John retorted.
Pam 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?" Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam 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, Pam 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.
Pam watched with rapt interest as he climbed between her parted legs. He pushed them open further and reveled in the sight of her cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt which made Pam moan lightly waiting for the delicious contact.
"Please don't tease me, John," Pam grunted. "You're driving me crazy."
"That's the idea," John stated with a chuckle.
"Oh, god," Pam 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. Pam 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. Pam'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 Pam growled with lust. John worked her into a fevered pitch as he inserted a finger in her tight hole. Pam 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. Pam couldn't hold back anymore and exploded with a powerful orgasm. John shifted down and licked up her nectar.
He tapered her off but then started up again. Pam groaned loudly as he inserted another finger in her and ate her cunt 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.
Pam lay still after her fabulous climax waned. Her gorgeous chest quivered as she fought to catch her breath. He kissed her delicious cunt and wiped his wet face with the back of his hand. He sat up and watched Pam 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," Pam said chuckling.
"Just lay there for a while," John said.
"What about you?" Pam 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," Pam stated, "let me suck you now."
"I'm not a kid anymore, Pam. I'm not sure I can cum again easily."
"Are you degrading my sucking skills," Pam lamented but with a smile.
"Not at all, but I'm a little;”
"Let me try," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam stated.
Her wet cunt 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. Pam came with him one more time at the end.
John fell off of her exhausted. His cock was sore and his balls ached. They both lay panting for a long time. Eventually, Pam 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 cunt. 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. Pam 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," Pam 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. Pam 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?" Pam 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," Pam 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 Pam 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 S O S, 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 Pam 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?" Pam asked.
"I thought I would make an S O S 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," Pam 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?" Pam 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," Pam complained.
"Okay, we'll find something else," John stated.
They roamed over the interior of the island after breakfast. Pam 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. Pam looked at the leaves and stems while John dug a few up looking for edible roots. He found two that looked promising, and even Pam admitted so.
They carted their cargo back to camp to try out. On the way, Pam noticed John constantly looking back to the southeast. She could see clouds in the distance.
"What is it?" Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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?" Pam 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," Pam said, giggling and running her hand down his wet boxer pant leg right to his cock.
"Pam, I have to get up every minute or so," John complained, gently trying to extract her eager fondling hand.
"That'll be even better," Pam replied giggling more.
"What will?"
"Watching you run to your pole with a hard-on," Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam screaming, "I got three. I got three at one time."
Pam 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 Pam 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," Pam said, somewhat sadly.
"Hey, you want to eat, don't you?" John exclaimed.
"Yes, of course," Pam 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 Pam 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, Pam 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 effects.
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.
Pam 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 Pam. 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?" Pam 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 Pam 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. Pam 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.
Pam 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 Pam 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 Pam 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. Pam 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 Pam. 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 Pam did the same on the right. They dug deeper into the suitcases finding their toiletries. Many things were destroyed like Pam'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 Pam, "Look what I found!"
"What?" Pam 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.
Pam 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.
Pam 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, Pam! 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," Pam 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 Pam called.
John looked up to show her his findings but again was too enthralled with the sight to speak. Pam 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 cunt. It reminded him of an e-mail one of his more perverted friends sent. Something about camel toes.
"Wow, Pam!" John exclaimed. "That is unbelievably beautiful."
"Glad you like it. Shows a lot, huh," Pam 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," Pam concluded, smiling.
"Look at this," John said, showing her the second knife and the money.
"Geez, that looks like a lot of dough," Pam 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," Pam 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," Pam 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.
That afternoon they both took baths in the ocean. Pam'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. Pam shaved too. They brushed their teeth and combed their hair. John brushed Pam'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 Pam 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 Pam. 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 Pam making her coo with the wonderful feelings of being stuffed full of cock. 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 Pam'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. Pam could feel his pulsing cock as it discharged his sperm into the condom in her quaking cunt. 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.
To be continued in part 4. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.