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| CASTAWAYS by Enola I was alive after all. Alive and lost in a small island somewhere in the middle of the ocean. At least I wasn't alone, even though at the beginning, I would have liked to be the only one survivor of that plane disaster. As companion I had a man who although was quite attractive in his 30s, well built body, dark eyes and dark hair, he also was the most arrogant and rude bloke I had ever met. Talking to him was practically impossible. Whatever I said or did was wrong. He never spoke like a normal person, he could just scream at me for each nonsense. Among every 10 words he spoke, 7-8 at least, were sworn. I didn't managed to stand him for a long time, so I decided to explore the island in search of a quiet place where to stay in as far as possible from him. Luckily, I found a lair, not really big, but for me was enough. The 3rd day I took the few things I had and left my companion. While I was picking my things up, he said I would have done it at once and not after 3 days. My new accommodation was extremely peaceful! One day, I went back the other side of the island hoping not to find him there 'cos I didn't feel like seeing him. But he was there…and I don't remember which was the reason of that bad argument we had. He got furious and screaming at me said explicitly that if I hadn't gone away within 5 second, he would have slammed me to the ground and he would have fucked me until I hadn't died!! I reacted with anger screaming at him that if only he had dared to touch me, I would have killed him! And I went away before he could speak something else. That night I found difficult to fall asleep. I kept thinking of what happened some hours before. I constantly had his picture in front of my eyes. He was wearing just a pair of tight Bermudas which made his muscular thighs stand out. Then those big shoulders, and those strong arms… 'SHIT!' I thought. He was clearly rough, but did it actually matter? I thought how it would have been exciting being shagged in that way so wild! I also thought that I could go there and take my clothes off in front of him…NO, NEVER! I couldn't humble myself in such a way…I had my dignity! I didn't see him during the successive 3-4 days. It was raining cats & dogs and I was forced to stay in my lair. In the morning of the 4th day, the sun reappeared again in the sky, so I decided to go out. I found him lain in the ground semi-unconscious. He looked suffering and excessively pale. Touching his face I realized he had a temperature. I managed to drag his heavy body to his refuge and I covered him. I lit a fire to warm the place and I put a soaked piece of material with cold water on his face to let the temperature decrease. I spent 2 days there with him till he woke up. As soon as he saw me, he swore at me saying something like 'What the fuck are you doing here?' I explained everything to him and he said, in the same tone, he didn't need me and moreover, to go to hell! I went away wrathful addressing each insult which came into my head to him. Some days later an unexpected thing happened. -You have to know that I only have a big fear: snakes! The are the most repulsive living creatures in the world!- That day, while I was picking some firewood up, I found a snake perfectly camouflaged with it. I immediately stopped. On the contrary, it moved itself towards me quickly reaching my foot and coming up my leg. I didn't managed to look at it, but I could feel the horrible sensation of its slimy scaled body climbing my leg. I don't know how much time I spent completely still. Suddenly he arrived. At the beginning he stayed quite far from me. I would have liked to shout 'Please help me!' but I couln't. He asked me what the hell I was doing still. He strangely came towards me and as soon as he saw the snake twisted in my leg he came closer. I stared at him hoping he could see in my eyes how terrified I was. He looked at me, and in a very caring way, he said to keep calm. He moved his hands very quickly, he grasped the snake in its head holding it tight. Afterwards he put it in the ground and crushed it under his foot. I immediately fell to the ground fainted. When I woke up I was in my lair. I went out and he was there. I thanked him but he said, in a very indifferent way, he did that just 'cos he was in my debt and left. Some days later, the turning point. There was a small lake in the island where we used to wash our clothes and ourselves too. I was swimming, totally naked, when he arrived. I saw him taking his clothes off, so I asked what was his intention. He replied he would have had a bath, so I asked him to wait till when I hadn't gone. He screamed at me he hadn't any intention to wait 'cos after all the lake was big enough for both. So he plunged in. Some minutes later I realized he was disappeared! I started to scream his name and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly he re-emerged in front of me. We were so close, and I could feel his breath on my face. He said, "This is the 2nd time you worry for me, so it means you fancy me!" My heart was beating so quickly and it beat even faster when I felt his hands on my waist and between my legs. "I'm touching you," he whispered in an extremely sexy way, "Come on, kill me!" I didn't do or say anything, I just stared at those smashing brown eyes. He put his lips on mine and I opened my mouth as much as I could to receive his tongue he pushed violently in. He grasped my waist pulling my body towards his. It was as if an electric shock passed through my body. I was perfectly aware of what was about to happen. I had been desiring it since I had seen him for the 1st time on the plane when he had ill-treated me 'cos I had brought him a wrong drink. There had been something of intriguing in his voice and in his manners and I'd struck by that at once. I felt his hard erect penis entering my clitoris and my vagina powerfully. I crossed my legs round his waist to push him inside me deeper and deeper . When I was shaken by an unbelievable orgasm, I screamed out for the extreme delight I felt inside my body. The only noise that we could hear was our own screams and groans. That night, altought I felt exhausted, I didn't managed to sleep. Suddenly he came and lay on me snogging me more sweetly. One of his hand brushed my thigh, slipped under my shorts and stopped on my pussy. At the beginnig it just massaged it, then 2 of his fingers entered it. I unbuttoned his Bermudas searching for his dick which I held in my hand. Then his wet fingers slipped under my vest brushing my belly and finally his hand circled my breast. He rose a bit and took my vest off then kissed my neck. Afterwards his mouth stopped on my breast sucking my nipple. He rose again to take his Bermudas off and my shorts too. He fucked me for the 2nd time and after he said that, although I was unbearable, I fucked wonderfully!!! Then he left. I can't tell you how many times we had sex, but they were a lot!! We did it everywhere: in my lair, his refuge, the lake, but our no. 1 place where we did it tons of times, was the shore with the water which wet sweetly our bodies. We had no idea whether that island had already a name, so they called it 'The Orgasmic Island'!!! Wasn't it the most appropriate name? <<< Enola's stories |