Desert Island Desire

The last thing I can remember before blacking out was the lightning bolt hitting that hit the light aircraft I'd been hired to fly out from New Zealand to a small island in the Pacific, blowing half the port wing off and sending me spinning toward the ocean far below.

I woke up on the shore of a small island with my face in the sand, my body covered in dried salt and seaweed. My clothes still stuck to my body, along with the inflatable life-vest that had undoubtedly saved my life. There were bits of the plane all along the beach, as well as traces of oil on the water. I gathered together some driftwood to make a signal fire, I took off my shirt and left it on the beach, stuck up on a long piece of wood next to the fire, just in case anyone happened to come upon it while I was away, then set out to explore my surroundings.

Most of the island was covered with trees and vine-like growths, the jungle dominating it. The sounds were like every Tarzan movie I'd ever seen as a kid; exotic bird calls echoed through the trees. I couldn't help but marvel at the purity of it; untouched by the hand of man. Animals watched me pass, seemingly unafraid.

After an hour or so I came upon a freshwater pool in the shade of a huge banyan tree and decided to clean myself up. Taking off my ruined trousers and underwear, I washed them in the water of the pool until they were at least something approaching clean, then put them on a rock to dry. Needing to clean myself as well as my cloths, I dove head-first in and washed myself as best I could. After a brief swim I lay down naked on another flat rock to dry off and fell asleep.

I woke some time later when the sun went behind a cloud. Opened my eyes I looked up at the face of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen: she was blond, with hair that hung halfway down her back, and if I had to guess, I would have said she was no older than eighteen or nineteen. She wore some kind of skin around her waist as a loin-cloth, but nothing over her magnificent, grapefruit sized breasts. They had pale red nipples and moved slightly as she breathed, and I felt myself unconsciously responding to her alluring form. I looked at her face again: she was looking at me strangely, holding a small knife in her left hand, as if she were prepared to use it. I tried talking to her, but nothing I said seemed to have any meaning to her. She looked at the surface of the pool, then at me, then back at the pool. She pointed at me, then at the pool, and seemed to make a connection.

“David.” I pointed at my chest and spoke as clearly as I could, then pointed at her.

She pointed at herself and thought for a minute, as if she were struggling to remember who she was.

“Lara.” she said in a gravelly voice that I found incredibly sexy.

She stepped over to me and touched my cheek, looking at my body; unclothed and pale compared to her golden brown skin: she had obviously been on the island for a very long time. I sat up slowly and caressed her cheek as she had mine. This made her flinch, but a few reassuring noises drew her closer. I leaned over and put my lips to hers, kissing her softly on the lips. I broke away, and she put her fingers to her mouth, rubbing her lips, dropping her dagger in surprise. She crept over to me, and kissed me back, opening her mouth and letting my tongue explore hers. Not one to pass up a good thing when it's offered to me so openly, I reached up and put one hand on her neck, pulling her closer still, caressing her breast with my free hand. She moaned slightly, her nipples crinkling and becoming erect, just like my manhood, which had reached its full 7” and was painfully hard. I slowly moved the hand that was on her breast down along her flat abdomen, then untied the hide around her waist. Tossing it aside, I moved my hand down between her legs. She squealed and stiffened, but I held her close, kissing her even harder, before planting kisses along her jaw, then down her neck until I reached her breasts, sucking gently and running my tongue all over the soft globes.

I moved My mouth from one breast to the other, nibbling it slightly, causing her to make small whimpering noises. I moved my hips toward hers, rubbing against her thigh to open her legs, and I gently pushed her backward until she was laying on her back on the sun-warmed rock. She closed her eyes, rocking her head back and forth as I opened her legs and explored her with my fingers: she had a thin crop of pale hair down there, curling at the edges, and her clitoris was protruding from this thicket, throbbing at each of her heartbeats. Putting my mouth to it I began to work it with my tongue, making her moan even louder, before drawing back and knelled over her, arranging myself so I was touching her pussy with the tip of my organ and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed into her.

Lara let out a long soft cry as I entered her: she had an exceedingly small opening, and I realized that she was obviously a virgin as I moved into her until I felt an obstruction. I thrust hard, eliciting a cry from her, then slowly moved in and out of her, bringing her to her first orgasm. She twisted under me, moaning at every thrust until she suddenly tensed, squeezing me inside her like a vice. She drew me to her with her arms, pulling my head to her chest, and nuzzled her perfect breasts, her swollen nipples brushing my lips. I thrust into her again and again with growing urgency, until I lost myself and filled her willing cunt with what felt like the biggest load of my life.

Completely spent, I collapsed on top of her and fell asleep.

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When I woke again Lara was cradled in my arm, sleeping contently with a smile on her soft, pouting lips. The thought of those lips wrapped around my manhood made me hard again almost instantly, so I gently rolled her over onto her back. She moan softly, but remained asleep as I parted her legs, and positioned myself between them. Thankfully she was still well lubricated after our earlier session, and I slipped inside her with one easy stroke. She woke as I bottomed out inside her, and smiled up at me as I stated to thrust in and out of her, and she reached up and pulled my head down to hers so she could kiss me.

Having already pumped one load into her that day, I was able to maintain my composure for longer the second time. Waiting until she had reached her first orgasm, I pulled out and rolled her over onto her front, then lifted her rear up until she was resting on her knees. She was even tighter from this angle, and I felt the head of my cock press up against her cervix with half an inch to go. Lara was moaning, her nipples rubbing against the rock, as I took a firm grip of her hips and thrust in as hard as I could. There was a moment of resistance, then I felt her cervix give way and admit the head of my cock into her innermost core. Lara gasped, then her eyes rolled back in her head as her second orgasm overtook her.

It was too much for me, and I pumped my load strait into her fertile young womb.

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It was two years before a fishing boat called at the island to collect fresh water and found us, and by then Lara was pregnant for the third time with what turned out to be twins.

The End