Pam and John find love on their deserted island.

In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The

next few days after Pam and John made up were great. Sure they had to

spend time each day catching their food for the late morning and evening

meals but they were becoming more accomplished at that. With their home

completed, water needs temporarily abated, and food plentiful but

boringly routine, they had time for long walks on the beach. They held

hands and talked.

To

Pam's delight John had agreed that if they were rescued, she could move

in with him in New York. He wasn't exactly sure how they would explain

their relationship to his also nineteen year old son, Nick, but they

would worry about that when the time came.

John

had taken more time to completely scavenge the two sections of the

plane and found a few more very useful things. In his haste the first

two times, he had somehow missed two compartments in the front cabin,

one on either side of the bulkhead up front, that held two inflatable,

four to six man, rafts. They were obviously meant for use in a water

landing but not substantial enough for Pam and John to attempt to sail

away from the island they were already on with them. Besides, they had

no idea exactly where they were, how close the next nearest island was,

and certainly lacked any knowledge where the closest inhabited land was.

John

found, in compartments on the rafts, two compasses, several more water

jugs - these were gallons - military style rations, enough for several

days, and two waterproof plastic tarps, meant to be fashioned over the

rafts as roofs if it rained or to block the sun. Those would come in

very handy for catching more rain water, if it rained again soon.

On

one of their many nightly walks along the beach, usually after an

energetic and passionate round of love making, they discovered baby sea

turtles hatching, fighting their way out of the sand, and struggling to

make it to the ocean, and through the surf. Pam thought they were so

cute and helped many of them into the water before John stopped her.

"I

think I remember a friend telling me once that baby sea turtles need to

gain strength by struggling to the water. They also need the effort of

the march to the sea to improve their lungs function," John claimed. "I

had a buddy with a Florida beach house and that is what he was told one

day by a marine biologist."

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

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

"Okay,

okay," Pam relinquished and joined him sitting on the beach to watch

the tiny fledging little turtles fight into the surf.

The

next night, as they were walking along the same stretch of beach, they

witnessed an old and battered female sea turtle lay her eggs. She was

alone in her effort and John wondered with Pam if her apparent age and

injures had anything to do with her being alone or the last one to lay

her eggs. It looked like she had somehow escaped a shark because she was

missing part of one back flipper. It took quite a bit of convincing on

John's part but, eventually he got Pam to agree to capture the sea

turtle for food. He convinced her the poor turtle would probably die

soon anyway and that they could use the extra food, variance to their

diet, and the shell would be helpful too.

Pam

didn't want to watch, though, and she went back to camp while he

grabbed the heavy sea turtle, flipped it over, and used his knife to end

its battered life. They dined the whole next day on turtle and turtle

soup. Pam had been somewhat reluctant to try it at first but afterwards

had to admit it was one of the best meals they had eaten.

On

days when their catch of fish, birds, or now with the turtle were

plentiful, they needed some way to save food. John had built a crude

smoker from parts of the airplane. It took him a day to construct the

first model, and several days of reworking it, to get it to work much

better. He used bamboo poles for supports, and sections of aluminum, he

managed to remove from the plane's hull to construct the smoker. It was

small but worked quite efficiently. Smoking their excess catch, reduced

their need to hunt for food every day, and actually added some different

flavor to the food, especially using coconut shells for fuel, but more

importantly, allowed them to take advantage of good catch days.

One

day they spotted dolphins, maybe fifty of them, close to shore chasing

after bait fish. The dolphins were literally driving a school of

mackerel right up onto the beach in an effort to escape the dolphins.

Pam and John were able to use the net and their hands to scoop up over

twenty of the mackerel before the school dissipated, and the dolphins

left. They smoked all the fish and hung them in another structure John

put together quickly.

Despite

the relative small size of the island, they had not explored every inch

and nearly cried for joy, hugging and kissing each other to death, one

day after a particularly grand discovery. They were searching for some

kind of different fruit or vegetable, other than the roots they

constantly ate, when they stumbled upon a small stand of banana trees,

isolated to one dense part of the island. There weren't more than a

dozen trees but they were stocked with both ripe and unripe bananas.

They each ate three before carting a big bunch back to camp.

Close

to the end of their third week on the island, another storm came

through. Fortunately, it was far less severe than the first one. It

didn't damage their hut or destroy any of their provisions. The steady

rainfall did give them ample opportunity to replenish their drained

water bottles. The Pepsi and the peanuts were nearly gone now.

They

had gone over ten days without seeing any signs of other ships. Pam

spotted two commercial jets, but both were already past the island by

the time they saw them and over thirty thousand feet up, making most of

their signal devices useless. The signal pyre was so hard to replenish

each time that they were reluctant to light it at any meager attempt at

rescue, as they would have to work a half day just to replace it. It

also drained a lot of their available supplies of burnable material

needed for food preparations.

With

little else to do each day besides plan their meals, they had plenty of

time for other activities. They both had great tans and Pam only wore

her bikinis most of the time, if she wasn't just totally nude. They took

long walks together, many times circling the whole island. For

exercise, they also swam plus jogged on the beach. Pam had developed

quite a collection of various sizes and kinds of shells, some of which

she tried to make into jewelry such as necklaces for John and her.

At

some point, practically every day, sex topped their list of enjoyable

activities. Sometimes it was just long slow, enjoyable sessions of

pleasing their mate orally. Pam had worked hard on taking John's cock

deep and had amazed herself when she managed finally to accomplish it.

For his part, John took pride in making Pam cum repeatedly with his

mouth. He had made her cum four times in a row recently before she had

to push him away because she couldn't take anymore.

Their

couplings were usually long drawn out affairs, with John seeing how

many times he could make Pam cum before needing to do so himself. They

both disliked using the condoms and took way too many chances. Sometimes

he would pull out before ejaculating inside her but Pam hated that as

much as John did, so most of the time he came inside her and she rushed

into the salt water to clean herself. Secretly, Pam was worried about

the night they made up after their fight. She had failed to get up and

clean herself until the following day. John was not aware that she was

nervous about what might have happened that time.

The

day that Pam marked off on her calendar tree a slash that meant they

had been stranded on the island for four weeks, they decided to share

their last Pepsi. John had put it into the ocean for a couple hours to

lower the temperature to where it was more enjoyable to drink. It was a

full moon as they sat on the beach looking out over the water and

sharing the Pepsi.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Will we ever be rescued?"

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

"What if they're not friendly, John? What if they're like those other guys?" Pam worried.

"I suppose we need to worry about that but there is no way for us to prevent it either."

"Shouldn't we prepare for that possibility as well as if real rescuers come?" Pam questioned.

"What do you mean? You think we should set traps or something?"

"Maybe. You're good at that."

"Pam,

that might be risky. We could never need them and there is always the

possibility we could be careless one day and one of us trigger the trap.

I'd die if one of those traps ever hurt you," John claimed.

"I

suppose you're right. If you got hurt, I'd certainly die, probably of a

broken heart too before I actually starved to death," Pam stated.

They

kissed and hugged and decided against setting any more traps. John

nudged Pam back onto the sand and leaned over her to kiss her. His right

hand cupped her bikini covered right breast and kneaded the firm mound.

Soon her nipple poked at the thin fabric and she moaned into his kiss.

"Shall we celebrate our first month anniversary together?" John asked with a smile.

"What did you have in mind?" Pam queried but smiled too.

"How about I ravage you right here on our beach," John proposed.

"If ravage means you want to fuck me silly, I'm all for it," Pam replied giggling.

"Pull off that bikini, lady, and I'll ravage you at least several times," John offered.

Pam

laughed and did as he asked, while John did the same with his swimsuit.

His cock was already hard as he climbed over her. He kissed her

passionately as his cockhead nudged up against her sex. Momentarily, he

reached down and pushed her legs up and apart. Her cunt opened up to him

and glistened slightly in the bright moonlight. He had no trouble

easing into her moist cunt, and went deep until he touched up against

her cervix. Pam never tired of the feel of his big cock inside her,

spreading her cunt deliciously.

"Oh, god, you feel so good buried inside me," Pam gasped.

"My cock is always happy to be in his cave," John moaned and chuckled too.

"Cave is it, you unromantic rogue," Pam accused.

"Sorry; should I say honey pot?"

"Now you're just being silly," Pam giggled.

"What should I say?" John asked, pulling back and pushing in again.

"Mmm, that's so good," Pam growled. "Cunt will do."

They

both laughed at that. John started fucking her cunt in earnest. He

pumped her cunt with long strokes that went deep each time. His balls

slapped against her ass as he fucked her. Pam's body was supported by

the sand and had nowhere to go as he fucked her. Unlike their bed of

lifejackets, the sand had no give and his cock skewered her unmoving

body.

"Oh, John; that's wonderful. Fuck me harder; make me cum."

John

picked up the pace a little and drove Pam to her first orgasm. With

them having sex practically every day, John could go fairly long each

time before cumming. He continued to piston into Pam and he watched her

face contort in bliss as her orgasm took her. John loved to watch her

cum and tried to make every one perfect for her. He continued to fuck

her until she gasped one final time and relaxed as her orgasm passed.

He

kissed her face, as he let her recover momentarily, before starting

again. These periodic respites added to his ability to fuck her to three

or four orgasms before needing to cum himself. He knew she was ready

for more when her eyes reopened. He started again.

"God, John; you drive me wild with that big cock of yours," Pam proclaimed.

"Glad you like it, babe," John responded.

John

pushed down with his hips to change the angle his cock took into her

cunt. He did this several times as they fucked and it always drove Pam

mad with lust. His hanging balls dragged through the sand now on each

stroke.

"Oh, fuck," Pam growled.

John's

cockhead banged against her g-spot from this angle before bouncing past

and deeper into her. The new sensations sent delicious waves of

pleasure coursing through Pam's body and she shuddered. Her legs were

splayed out nearly flat on the sand, giving him complete access to her

twat. He got her to her peak again this way. She wrapped her legs around

his ass and egged him on to fuck her harder.

"Ugh," Pam moaned. "Oh, geez; I'm cumming again!"

John

fucked her hard and pushed her to climax. Her cunt muscles clamped down

hard on his cock as she spasmed and groaned with her release.

"Oh, god!" Pam howled.

The

squeezing of Pam's muscles was driving John wild. He stopped pumping

into her partly because her muscles made it difficult and also to lessen

the threat he would cum too soon. He watched her beautiful face again,

contorted with pleasure. This time he could see the perspiration forming

on her face and body. His own was responding similarly.

As

Pam's bliss passed, John moved to suck on her glorious breasts. He

never tired of feasting on those incredible morsels. Her nipples were

fully distended and he licked and sucked them like mini ice cream cones.

Her once light pink nipples he loved so much were turning brown from

the sun. It only added to her goddess-like appearance he thought though.

'God, she's beautiful and I'm the luckiest guy in the world,' John

mused as he sucked a stiff nipple and looked at her still strained face.

When

Pam had recovered again, he pulled from her and repositioned her onto

her knees. She cooed with delight, as she loved it when he fucked her

doggy-style. His cock hit different spots inside her and went very deep.

He could make her cum normally several times in this position.

Pam's

back was covered with sand and soon so was John's chest as he

repositioned his cock inside her. He had to be careful with the sand.

Once they had fucked like this and he had gotten carried away and nearly

rubbed her back and his chest raw from the sand. They both were red

when they washed off in the surf.

"Oh, shit," Pam grunted as his cock probed deep inside her.

Her

head was on her arms and her cute ass stuck invitingly in the air. John

watched his cock pushing into her wet cunt, his hands holding her hips.

His cock was coated with her juices from two previous cums. As he

looked down he could see her tight puckered pink rear entrance staring

back at him. 'I wonder what she would do if I pushed against that,' John

mused mischievously.

With

their current diets and only two meals a day, both Pam and John had

lost most of what little body fat they had when they crash-landed on the

island. The high protein diets they were on, coupled with long walks

and plenty of exercise, meant they were both in incredible shape. Their

muscles ripped collectively as they fuck furiously on the beach.

'Good

god, he fucks me better than anyone ever has,' Pam reasoned as she felt

his cock probe deep into her abdomen. His balls were slapping now

against her clit and driving her mad with desire. 'Mmm, that's so good,'

Pam told herself.

John

kicked it up another notch as he sawed his cock menacingly deep into

her cunt. His fingers found her clit and tweaked the little stiff

nubbin. She growled her response to his attentions to her body. His left

hand slid from her hip to cup a full firm breast. His big hand could

barely surround the ample mound. The pointy nipple pressed into his palm

like a tiny poker.

"Do it, John! Make me cum again, honey!" Pam bellowed. "Fuck me with that big cock!"

"I'm going to make you scream this time," John boasted with a snarl.

"Do it! Fuck me like the bad girl I am," Pam growled.

John

sped up and could feel his balls pulling tight to his shaft. He might

not make her cum four times, this time. Her cunt felt way too good and

she was urging him on so much, he was being pushed to his physical limit

early. He decided to let go now and increased his efforts to maximum

output. Sweat poured down his face and beaded on his chest as he fucked

her with everything he had.

"Mother

of God!" Pam screamed. "Oh, fuck; I'm going to cum! Cum in me, John!

Don't pull out. I want to feel your sperm inside me."

John's

cock was like a car piston on steroids. He pounded Pam's cunt, forcing

her knees into the sand. They were starting to hurt Pam but she didn't

care at the moment. All she could think about was the shockwave of bliss

coursing through her body and the mind-numbing orgasm that crested upon

her like a tidal wave.

"Ahh;” Pam moaned.

"Cumming," John shouted above her.

"Ahh; do it," was all Pam could muster.

In

her cum induced haze, Pam barely realized that John was pumping her

full of sperm at that moment. She could feel the heat of it and the

throbbing of his cock, as he ejaculated streams of cum to mix with her

already secretion filled cunt. The combined fluids started to leak from

her cunt and drop to the sand below as he kept pumping his cock into

her. John felt like his head was coming off as his balls pulsed and

spewed more cum into her. They stayed like that, not moving, until

John's cum slowed to a trickle and Pam stopped shaking.

Finally,

they were finished and gasped collectively for air. John pulled out and

fell off her onto the sand. Pam crashed to the sand too. Both were

covered in sand, cum, and sweat. They panted like two marathon runners

at the end of the race.

"God; I think you did me in," Pam moaned.

"You drive me wild," John gasped.

"Geez, I'm covered in sand," Pam lamented.

"Me, too," John agreed.

Pam got to her knees, "I think I better rinse out."

"Good idea," John said.

"Man,

I hope I don't get pregnant from that one," Pam expressed. "I think you

were buried all the way inside me when you let go. I might not be able

to get all of you out this time."

"Come on. I'll help," John stated.

"How're you going to help?" Pam mused, as they walked into the water.

Pam

was first into the water and moved out past the gently breaking waves.

She was trying to get deep enough to rinse the sand and sweat from her

body.

"Not too far out," John called.

"What?"

"I think we need to stay shallow. You know how I worry about sharks at night."

"But I got to get deep enough to rinse off," Pam complained.

"Here, let me help," John said, grabbing her in his arms like a bride.

Pam squealed playfully, "What're you going to do?"

He

dipped her entirely below the water almost before she was ready. She

gasped and shook her head when he finally brought her back up.

"You silly bastard! That's your idea of helping," Pam chided.

"That and this," John said, grabbing her ankles and pulling her through the water by her feet.

Pam struggled to keep her head above the surface by using her arms, "What is that supposed to do?"

"Fill you up down here," John said, nodding to her sex and laughing.

"What do you think; I'm a bucket you can drag through the water?' Pam protested, but laughed along with him.

"Spread yourself open," John commanded, as he continued to pull her along the shoreline.

"You're a nut," Pam said and laughed but tried to do as he said.

When John let her go, she got to her feet and started splashing him, "You think you're funny."

John

splashed back and it turned into an all-out battle for who could splash

the most. They were hard at it when John yelled out.

"Ahh; Ow!"

Pam

kept splashing even, though he had stopped, until she saw the pained

expression on his face. John started making his way to the shore.

"What is it?" Pam shouted, now worried.

"I think I stepped on a ray," John shouted.

John

had warned Pam several times to shuffle her feet rather than just take

steps in the water. Sea rays buried themselves in the sand in the

shallows to hide from predators and if stepped on could sting with their

sharp venomous barbed tails.

"Oh, god, John! You going to be okay?" Pam worried, following him to shore.

He

didn't answer but sat down on the beach, out of the water, and examined

the back of his leg. Protruding from the skin at his calf was evidence

of a barb. He grabbed it but it won't let go and he was afraid of

breaking it off inside.

"Pam, we need to get this out right away," John exclaimed.

"Oh, no, John! How we going to do that?"

"Follow

me," John said, limping back towards camp. The pain started to get to

him and Pam helped support him as they neared the camp.

"You're going to have to get this barb out," John stated.

"Me?" Pam exclaimed. "Can't you do it?"

"No, it's hard for me to work on the back of my leg. You're going to have to do it."

"Oh, shit! I'm not sure I can. What do I do?" Pam lamented as John sat close to the fire.

Pam

squatted beside him as he pulled the pocketknife from his shorts he'd

left by the fire to dry. He held it into the remaining flames from their

dinner fire, which they usually kept going until retiring. Convinced he

had sufficiently sterilized it, he handed it to Pam.

"Oh, gosh, John! You really think I can do this? I'm going to hurt you," Pam worried.

"Pam,

we've no choice. That barb is probably venomous and we need to get it

out right away," John said through gritted teeth. The pain on his face

evident.

John

rolled onto his stomach, on the mat of palm fronds Pam had made weeks

ago. His leg was close to the fire so she could see. Pam could see the

small barb protruding from the calf muscle of his leg. Fortunately,

hitting the muscle might have kept it from going too deep into his leg.

"Use

the knife to enlarge the wound and wiggle the barb till you get it

free," John explained in obvious pain, his speech even a little slurred.

"Try to get all of it or we're in real trouble."

"Oh, shit, John. I don't know;”

"Do it, Pam!"

"I'm going to hurt you?"

"It's somewhat numb. Do it!"

Pam

grabbed the end of the small barb and wiggled it a little. It was stuck

fast and she had no idea how deep it was. She nervously positioned the

knife alongside the barb. She found it hard to bring herself to cutting

into his skin.

"Do it, Pam!" John moaned. "Go deeper too."

Pam

resigned herself to her task, and pushed the knife deeper. John moaned a

little more but not too badly. The venom was dulling the nerves around

the wound. Pam cut down, enlarging the bottom of the cut. She could feel

nervous sweat forming on her forehead as she did the same on the top of

the wound. She wiggled the barb more and it seemed to be loosening. She

pushed the knife to each side of the barb and went deeper.

"John, it's not coming loose completely," Pam said.

John didn't answer. "Oh, shit," Pam exclaimed.

Pam

pressed the point of the blade against the barb deep inside the wound

and wiggled. The barb loosened more. She pressed the blade more and

pulled lightly on the barb. She nearly screamed with joy when the barb

came out. Pam examined it; the point looked intact. She thought she had

gotten all of it. 'Oh, my, I think I got it,' Pam yelled to herself.

"John, I did it!" Pam called.

He

still didn't answer. Pam looked at the bloody wound in his leg. She

rushed into the hut and returned with the medical kit. Pam ripped open

some gauge pads and used the knife to push them into the wound. She

hoped to soak up any venom in the wound. She threw those aside and

applied antiseptic cream from a tube in the kit to more bandages. She

put those bandages over the wound and secured them in place with white

medical tape from the kit. Satisfied she did all she knew how to or

could, she packed up the medical kit and tried to roll John over. It

took a lot of her strength but she rolled him over. He was passed out

cold. 'John, don't you leave me,' Pam cried to herself.

Pam

lay down beside him after covering him with coats. They slept together

on the mat all night. Pam only dozed occasionally. She woke often to

check his breathing and stoke the fire to see how he looked. Each time

she remained awake awhile, watching over him, until exhaustion took her

again. Just as dawn broke, she fell asleep once more after sitting up

with him for the last two hours.

Pam

woke with a start, as the morning sun bathed her nude body. The coats

she had used to cover them both, were off to one side. She bolted

upright to look at John. He was sitting up beside her. He'd been

watching the beauty sleep.

"John," Pam screamed.

"You look beautiful when you sleep," John claimed with a weak smile.

"Oh, you! You scared the shit out of me," Pam exclaimed. "I would have died if you'd left me!"

"Never," John managed to say.

Pam

got to her knees and sidled over to him. She kissed him with such

passion he could hardly breathe. His hands held her bare sides as they

kissed lovingly.

John

couldn't walk without pain that first day, so they lay in bed most of

the day. Pam used some of the smoked fish, bananas, and the remaining

peanuts to feed them. As night fell, they were still laying together,

both still nude. The swimsuits were still on the beach where they left

them the night before as they made love.

John

had gained strength as the day went on and he was feeling much better

after they ate dinner and rested. Pam leaned over him on her elbows and

they kissed tenderly and lovingly. She was leaning halfway on top of his

chest, pressing her soft breasts against him as they hugged and kissed.

Their tongues fought to outdo each other, as their lips mashed together

in ardent kisses.

Pam

had been looking at him and not down his body. She was excited and

shocked to find his cock stiff and ready for action when he happened to

glance down. She had thought it might take him days to recover enough

for normal lovemaking.

"My god! You're ready for action so soon after nearly being poisoned to death?" Pam jokingly queried.

"Kissing you is all the stimulus I need to recuperate," John mused.

Pam's hand stole down his body to encircle the rock hard cock, jutting straight up, "Can he actually handle action so soon?"

"Only one way to find out," John mentioned.

"I suppose that's true," Pam agreed. "But I think we'll take it slow for now."

"What do you have in mind?" John asked, but watched her shift down to between his legs.

"You just lie there and let me do all the work for now," Pam commanded. "Let Nurse Meredith make you comfortable."

"Ahh; Nurse Meredith. Good with a knife and good with other things too," John chided.

"You'll see what other things, bad boy," Pam claimed.

"I can hardly wait," John replied kiddingly.

"You won't have to for long," Pam responded with a mischievous smile.

Her

hand had maintained its fondling of his cock making it even harder than

before. She could see pre-cum beginning to form at the slit as her

other hand joined the first, only this one cupped his balls. She stared

at his cock for a few moments, never tiring of watching it pulse and

throb in response to her hands. The head of his cock bulged now like an

over ripe mushroom. Pre-cum filled the slit at the tip of his head and

began to run down one side to meet her stroking hand. It helped

lubricate the movement of her hand on the shaft.

John

was up on his elbows watching her play with his cock. He loved the way

she handled him with such tenderness and love. He especially liked it

when her tongue flicked out and licked across the tip. Then it snaked

all around the head, getting it wet with her saliva and his leaking

pre-cum. Her tongue teased around the corona ridge which made him moan

with the exquisite delicious touches.

"Oh, god, Nurse Meredith. You know just how to make your patients comfortable," John kidded.

Pam

smiled and then licked down the side, nibbling his cock like an ear of

corn. When she arrived at his balls, she used her hand to hold them up

to her mouth for attention. John groaned at all the wonderful sensations

her mouth, tongue, and hands were inflicting upon his cock. He lay back

down all the way. He couldn't see anymore but his senses and nerve

endings told him all he needed to know.

Pam

moved back up to the head of his cock and took it into her mouth. John

groaned at the exquisite pleasure he felt as her warm wet mouth sucked

incredibly on his cockhead. She teased and sucked just the head for a

while, swirling her tongue constantly over the super sensitive tissue

and making him grunt with desire and need. Eventually, she started a

steady bob on his cock taking about half of it into her mouth. After a

few moments of that, she pushed down until his cockhead slipped past her

tonsils and into her throat. Her throat muscles milked his cock like a

practiced hand. John growled with delight.

After

treating him to a long slow tantalizing blowjob, Pam sat up for a

second, "Where would the patient like to leave his specimen?" Pam asked,

still in her nurse's role.

"Your mouth is magnificent," John said, but mused, "I think the patient can handle Nurse Meredith's cunt treatment."

"Oh, he can?" Pam replied. "I was hoping he could."

Pam

smiled at John as she moved up his body and positioned his cockhead at

her entrance. She liked riding his cock as it gave her control and she

could move in ways that gave her added stimulation. Pam sank down on his

cock, her cunt wet and ready. His cock sank deep inside her easily,

even though it felt as tight as a racing glove.

"Mmmm," Pam moaned. "God, I never tire of you inside me."

"You feel wonderful," John agreed.

"Relax, mister, and let Nurse Meredith bring you off slowly," Pam instructed.

"Okay," was all John could muster over the delicious licks of pleasure to his cock.

Pam

rode John's cock slowly and patiently. She moved to give herself

maximum stimulation and drove herself to two wonderful orgasms while

holding him just short of so much sensation that he would cum too. She

worked harder on the third, grinding her cunt down on his cock like she

was trying to mash it into sausage. The effect drove them both wild, but

Pam a little bit more so. She came to a quaking orgasm just before he

did. She stopped moving and let the waves of magnificent bliss drift

over her like the exquisite billowy flakes of an intense winter

snowstorm.

Pam

was awakened from her bliss by the grunting of John beneath her. He had

not cum but her cunt muscles continued to milk his cock driving him

crazy.

"Sorry, babe," Pam responded, climbing off his cock and moving lower.

"I guess I got carried away on your big cock," Pam added. "I'll take care of you now."

Pam

engulfed his cock in her mouth, tasting both their juices, but mostly

hers. She attacked him, not want to make him wait any longer for

release. She sucked him like a vampire and her hands pressed his

testicles and his cock at the base. John groaned aloud and pushed up off

the mat. Pam throated his cock and her left hand tenderly squeezed his

nut sack, helping push the seed from his balls. Where her mouth wasn't,

her right hand was. She used a twisting motion with her hand, as her

mouth and tongue tortured his hyper-sensitive tissue.

"Oh, god, Pam!" John bellowed. "I'm going to; cum; "

Pam

didn't need any warning as she could feel his tight nuts getting ready

to let loose their reward. His cock also throbbed and expanded in her

mouth. Seconds later wads of sperm filled her mouth, causing her to

swallow once to make room for more. She sucked him and continued to milk

the cum from his balls until he couldn't give her anymore. John groaned

loudly and lay still. Pam finished swallowing and sat up. She was tired

now too.

"Wow," John managed to say after a while.

"Glad you liked it," Pam stated with a weak, tired giggle.

Pam

curled up next to him in his arms. They pulled the scattered coats over

them and slept on the palm frond mat. Both slept deeply.

The

next day was like so many others. They got up after the sun was already

quite high in the sky. Pam retrieved their suits from the beach while

John restoked the fire and made brunch. 'What I would do for some eggs

and bacon instead of fish or gull for breakfast,' John pondered. Pam

returned with his suit. She already had her bikini on. John couldn't

decide if he liked her nude or dressed in her skimpy bikini best. Either

way she was exotic and turned him on.

After

they ate, John went hunting for gulls again. They hadn't eaten bird in a

while and they both longed for different tastes to their food. He felt

nearly back to normal from the ray sting. Pam had redressed the wound

for him and it looked to be healing nicely. Ocean water did wonders for

the healing process.

John

set up his trap. He hoped to catch several gulls and smoke a couple for

other days. He worked at it until late afternoon. He got three gulls

which was great. As he had waited between catches, he had noticed other,

similar birds, possibly terns, and close cousins of gulls, flying

overhead and landing nearby once in a while. They were beautiful birds

to watch soar in the air and accomplished hunters of small fish. They

didn't seem to be scavengers though like gulls and rarely came anywhere

near his trap. He did see several drop into the trees and land on rocks

occasionally.

As

he was cleaning the last of his three gulls, he spotted Pam coming down

the beach with a bunch of bananas and some roots. It immediately struck

him as curious how she got by him without him seeing her. If she hadn't

come this way, then she had obviously walked the whole way around the

island to where the banana trees were and then around this side to where

the roots plants were. It was possible she fought her way up the spine

of the island but not likely. It was tough going in spots with the more

difficult terrain.

John

sat back and watched the beauty approach. Even with bananas in one hand

and roots in the other, she was still like a model or goddess walking

up the beach in her tiny white bikini. Her now bronzed body would have

been perfect for a Coppertone or Hawaiian Tropic commercial. Her long

blonde hair blew tantalizingly in the trade winds as she walked.

"Hey, John," Pam said as she neared.

"You're a vision to this poor castaway," John claimed.

"Thanks,"

Pam replied. "Any woman stranded on an island would be glad to see a

man like you, bronzed, fit, handsome, and with food," Pam elaborated

with a wonderful smile.

"Did you walk around the island?" John asked.

"Yeah; I was looking for shells," Pam said hesitantly.

It

wasn't uncommon for her to do that, but the way she said it had John

wondering if there was something more. He couldn't see where she had any

shells, which was unusual if she had walked the entire island.

"Didn't find any?" John observed.

"Na," Pam said. "No good ones."

"Got some bananas and roots though, I see," John added. "How did you get the bananas?"

"You're not the only one that can climb," Pam said and a smile tweaked the corners of her mouth.

They

carried their booty back to camp. They cooked and ate one of the birds

along with some roots and bananas. John got the smoker going after

dinner and put the two birds inside. He would leave them there to smoke

overnight. When he was done he turned looking for Pam. She wasn't in the

camp so he walked down to the beach. He spotted her sitting, watching

the waves as the sun set in the west.

"Hey, Whatchya' thinking?" John asked, sitting down beside her.

"Oh, just thinking," Pam said.

"About what?"

"John; how would you feel; I mean would you want to;”

"What?" John asked impatiently.

"What if I get pregnant?" Pam blurted out.

"What; you mean you're;”

"No; I don't know. I mean I'm just asking," Pam offered.

"Well; I don't know; I mean it's tough enough for us to survive on this island, let alone raising a child," John added.

"Then you don't want to?" Pam questioned.

"I

didn't say that. I'm just saying that; it's tough for us. Do you think

we can even raise a child properly here?" John asked, his face a

strained contortion of emotions.

"Then you wouldn't want me having your baby?" Pam queried.

"Oh, god, Pam! You're hitting me with this out of the blue. We haven't discussed this at all," John pleaded.

"What're you saying? You don't want to have a baby with me?" Pam inquired.

"No; I mean; I don't know. I'm just not prepared for;”

"You don't want to have a baby with me!" Pam exclaimed, getting very emotional now.

"Pam, I'm just saying that we should think about this;”

"What's

there to think about? You either want me to have your baby or you

don't! Simple as that, John!" Pam shouted, she stood up and walked down

to the water's edge.

"Pam," John got up and followed her. "Don't rush me into this, please."

"John, I'm not rushing you into anything. I'm just asking you a question," Pam explained.

"But are you; you know; pregnant now?" John asked.

"What if I am; What if I was?" Pam exclaimed, turning to face him and she had tears on her cheeks now.

John

thought carefully. Things had been so great between them after they

resolved the 'after potential rescue' plans. He did love her. 'God, I

love her with all my heart,' John realized. 'Don't blow it with a wrong

statement here, you idiot!' John stared at her impassioned face. She

looked at him, even beautiful now with tears in her eyes. His brain

raced through his thoughts like a super computer. He tried to analyze

every contingency. What if something went wrong with the birth? He

couldn't stand to lose her. Could they raise a child on this island?

They had no diapers, baby food, clothes, or any of the myriad of other

things they would need. But most of those they could get by without, he

believed.

"Well?" Pam questioned impatiently.

"God,

me a father again? I never planned on this," John confessed. 'I'm too

old to be starting over.' John continued to process the data like

research for one of his books. One thing he kept coming back to though

was that he loved her and had grown comfortable with the idea of living

with her when they got back home. Hopefully forever!

"I'd be happy," John finally said.

"You would?" Pam's face brightened noticeably as she asked.

"Yes," John restated.

"Oh, John," Pam said and kissed him and hugged him tighter than he ever remembered.

John

kissed her back and they hugged for a long time. He wanted to ask but

he held his tongue waiting for the right moment or when she would tell

him.

Finally,

they parted and looked into each other's eyes in the moonlight with the

gentle crashing surf as a background. The warm trade winds whipped

their bodies with a pleasant breeze and the air smelled particularly

delightful this night this close to the water's edge.

Pam looked into his eyes and said, "I'm late."

"What do you mean," John said but tried to sound optimistic.

"I

was just over my period the day we landed on Barbados," Pam said. "But

that was over a month ago now. I have never been very regular and with

all the trauma of the plane crash, losing my mother, those drug runner

guys, and us surviving on this island, to say nothing of an usual diet

and losing weight, I'm still a few days late."

"Does that mean you're pregnant?" John asked, again trying to sound upbeat.

"I don't know," Pam said.

To be continued in part 6. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.