A week later, the castaways were making the best of it. The captain and first mate had managed to grab some supplies, but the island also had plenty of fruit and fresh water. The men constructed lean-to shelters with palm fronds. A fishhook and line in a survival kit allowed them to catch fish. Survival wasn’t the issue. Rescue was another story. The lightning strike had prevented sending an SOS. They had to hope that search parties would find their way to their island.
They had escaped with just the clothes on their backs. The captain and first mate were wearing t-shirts and cargo shorts. Brad and Dave were wearing baggy swim suits and wife-beater t-shirts. Melissa had been wearing a blue jean skirt that came about to mid-thigh with a blouse. Lorraine had been wearing one of her revealing bikinis with a gauzy cover up. Rachel was wearing shorts and a halter. From their first day, the men had abandoned their shirts and had offered them to the women as additional clothing.
Melissa quickly realized that her bra was chafing her in the heat of the jungle sun. The second day on the island, she slipped away from the others, removed it and hid it under the life jacket she was using as pillow. She didn’t think the others would notice but all four men could tell that her full breasts were free inside her blouse.
To gather fruit, water and firewood, the captain emphasized that no one would forage on their own. On their eighth day of being shipwrecked, the captain and Melissa were looking for edible fruit. After about 30 minutes of searching, Melissa realized she had become separated from the captain. She stopped and turned around and could see the back of his head about 20 yards away. He had stopped and seemed to be hiding behind a large bush.
Melissa backtracked and came to the captain’s side. She was about to ask him what was going on when he turned and put a finger to his lips. His turn also exposed the fact that his other hand was stroking his hard cock.
Melissa’s hand went to her mouth to stifle a gasp as her eyes took in his 7-inch rod and its helmet-like cap. Then she heard muffled voices and she peeked through the bush.
She gasped again. There in a small clearing of grass was Dave and Rachel — naked. Dave was pounding away in the missionary position with Rachel’s feet hooked around his back. Melissa could hear Rachel but her voice sounded different. It was strained with lust.
“NNNGAAAHHHH, baby, gawd, I’ve needed this,” she said. “FUCK yessssss. Gawd, I’ve missed having that cock of yours inside my pussy. This is soooooo FUCKING HOT doing it out here … like wild animals. Pound my pussy with that hard dick. MMMMMMM.”
Melissa was a bit shocked to hear Rachel, who had always acted like such a “good girl,” use such language. Melissa had never heard another woman talk like that.
“Yeahhhhh, oooooh,” the captain whispered as he watched the sexy scene. He spit on his hand and returned it to his cock. Melissa glanced down at the rod of flesh. She was embarrassed to be close to someone pleasuring himself and she started to step away. The captain’s free hand grabbed her hair.
“Don’t move, girl,” he whispered. “And keep quiet. We don’t want to disturb your friends.”
When she looked back, she saw that the two lovers had changed positions. Dave was on his back and Rachel was riding his cock, facing his feet. Her breasts were bouncing, her nipples rock hard. With her legs spread to straddle her lover, her glistening pink gash was exposed to the two people hiding in the bushes.
Melissa heard the captain groan. He had pulled Melissa to his side and had his arm around her shoulders. She could hear two squishy sounds — one, more faint, coming from the clearing as Dave pounded his cock into Rachel and the other louder as the captain stroked his throbbing erection.
Dave’s strained voice soon came from the clearing. “YEAAAAH, yeaaaahhhh, ride that hard dick,” he growled. “AAAAHHHH, your pussy is squeezing meeeeee. AGGhhhhh … I’m gonna shoot.”
Rachel slammed down against Dave’s groin, driving his cock as deep as it would go. As his jizz spurted out of his cock, Rachel ground against his hips. His cock cream was flowing as she rocked back on her heels and lifted her pussy off his rod. Her hands stroked the slippery stalk as the last spurts of fuck juice splattered against her stomach and breasts.
Melissa realized she was staring, in a trance. She was having trouble breathing and there was a strange tingling traveling from her breasts, around her torso and between her legs. She had never seen anything like what she had just witnessed.
The conclusion to the live porn show gave the captain the final stimulus he needed. Melissa, pinned against his side, could feel his body go rigid. She looked down and saw his cock twitching in his hand, the white seed spewing out. His jizz spattered against the leaves of the bushes in front of them.
The captain grabbed Melissa’s hand and they backed away from their hiding place. “C’mere,” he whispered, firmly gripping her hand. “And keep quiet.”
They walked briskly for a few hundred yards; Melissa struggling to keep pace with the captain’s long strides. When they reached a large tree, the captain stopped and turned to face Melissa. Her eyes widened when she saw that his cock was still exposed and still erect.
He placed his hand under Melissa’s chin and tipped her face up to meet his gaze. “Jackin’ off was good but I still got a load of jizz in my balls. I need a woman’s mouth on my dick.”
For a moment, Melissa’s brain short circuited. She struggled to comprehend the words she had heard. She was unable to speak. She’d never put her mouth on a man’s cock. Despite the uncertain stirrings of sexual desire she had experienced watching Rachel and Dave, taking a man’s … thing … in her mouth qualified as a depraved act.
“Whhhaaaat? I can’t do that. I’ve NEVER done that. Please, let me go. Please.”
Part of Melissa thought it was a dream, a nightmare, something that would be over when she woke up. She closed her eyes tight … the storm, the shipwreck, the island, the captain demanding she suck his … thing … she was trying to make it all just a dream.
But it was real. The captain placed his strong hands on Melissa’s shoulders as he would place them on a ship’s wheel. He squeezed to let her know his strength and started pushing her down.
“Get on your knees,” he said. “And … suck … my … COCK!”
Melissa’s knees buckled and she found herself kneeling in front of captain John’s prick. It was about seven inches in length capped by a round knob that was purplish/reddish in color. The glans was glistening and swollen, giving a distinct mushroom shape to the end of his rod. The shaft was twitching in anticipation of what was to happen; a white pearl of cum from the recent ejaculation was clinging to the soft knob of flesh.
The captain’s left hand gathered a handful of Melissa’s curly brown hair at the back of her head. His other hand fisted his rod at its base. His left hand slowly moved Melissa’s face toward its destination.
Melissa realized that she was breathing fast, her braless breasts were rising and falling, her nipples were erect and scraping against the material of her blouse. The unfamiliar tingling between her legs was getting stronger. And her eyes were focused on the one-eyed snake the captain was waving in front of her face.
With her head firmly held in place, the captain brought the head of his cock to Melissa’s lips. He rubbed the smooth, hot knob over her lips. Stimulated by the touch of the soft skin, precum started to leak out and covered Melissa’s lips in a salty icing.
The captain pulled back slightly, and Melissa’s tongue flicked out in curiosity to see what had been deposited. She tasted the salty fluid and decided it wasn’t poisonous.