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Ted called from the boat. "I just got a report. There is a storm headed this way out of the southeast. Small craft warnings are already in effect. If we leave immediately we should be able to make it back to port."

They scrambled aboard and Ted started the engine, steering the craft out of the lagoon and into the open area. The water was already becoming choppy and the whole southeastern sky was filled with dark, threatening clouds. Pete stood beside Ted at the wheel.

"Aren't we directly in the path of the storm now?" he asked.

"Yes, but maybe I can stay ahead of it and reach port. I'd rather try that than stay in that lagoon we were in."

"You're the skipper," Pete said smiling. "I would probably have stayed there and gotten blown away."

"That's what would have happened," Ted told him. "And my friend's boat would have been destroyed. I wish we could have stayed. I was just getting ready to fuck Shelly."

"And I was getting ready to fuck Pam," Pete lamented. "Oh, well, when we get back to port…"

Pam and Shelly were huddled in the cabin, scared. Shelly was threatening to get seasick, so Pam made her lie down on one of the bunks and she put a cold cloth to her forehead. Pete came in and found some brandy in a cabinet and poured her a stiff drink. At this point, that was the only stiff thing she could handle.

She took the glass and drank the thick, sweet liquid.

"Damn," she said. "What a day. And it started out so beautifully."

"Yeah," Pam said, "just when everything was going so well." She looked at Pete, an unhappy expression on her face.

A jagged streak of lightning split the sky and was answered by the loud roar of thunder. The wind began to rise, making the waves higher and choppier, and the boat began to roll and sway.

"Better find something to hang onto!" Ted called. "Looks like she's going to break!"

Pete sat down and held out his arms to Pam. She went to him and he enfolded her, holding her tightly. Across the cabin, Shelly held securely to the bunk and moaned softly.

The storm broke in full force, sweeping over them with all its fury. The rain came in sheets, blotting out the view in all directions. Lightning flashed on all sides and thunder rumbled, vibrating through the boat. The wind tossed it to-and-fro as though it were a toy.

Ted no longer had any control over the direction they went, but he held fast to the wheel trying to keep them upright. The boat tilted precariously, first to one side then the other, and rode the rolling waves as though they were giant roller coasters. White, foamy water washed over the deck and ran into the cabin.

On they went, riding the storm for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly Ted cried out, "I see land ahead! We're going to hit!"

Where the rain slackened slightly, he had made, out the dim outline of a shore. He fought hard trying to steer away, but the wind kept pushing and pushing and the Island Sun was blown closer to the island. Suddenly the wind shifted and diminished and the boat was blown toward a cove and into a lagoon. They braced tightly as they approached the bank, but when they hit, there was only a slight impact. The craft simply rode the high water up on the bank and was deposited there, half in and half out of the water, sitting firm and upright, leaning against a tree.

Ted walked into the cabin looking slightly dazed, astounded that they were still upright.

"I'll be darned!" he said, and went to the cabinet to pour himself a drink. He went over to the bunk and sat down next to Shelly.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the wind subsided. The thunder and lightning rumbled off into the distance, and the rain slackened into a slow drizzle. Ted went outside to view the damage. When he came back aboard he tried to radio the port, but the radio was out.

"Goddamnit!" he swore and kicked it. "Here we sit, grounded, with no radio. I guess we'll just have to wait until another storm comes and washes us off this fucking bank!" Turning to Pete he asked, "Can you repair a radio?"

Pete shrugged and said, "Sorry, old man. Don't know the first thing about 'em."

Ted smiled then and said, "Well, we might as well make the best of our situation." Walking over to Shelly he asked, "How do you feel now?"

"I feel fine now that the storm is over," she told him.

Pam put on some coffee, and when it was ready they ate the remainder of the food left from the picnic, sipped coffee, and laughed loudly.

The rain stopped, the sun came out and the sky cleared. Pam and Pete went outside to look around. They climbed off the boat and looked at it, sitting here at an angle, her bow resting on the bank of the lagoon. Ted started the engine and tried to back her off the bank, but it was no use. She wouldn't budge. He threw up his hands in disgust and went to see if he could find out what was wrong with the radio.

Pete and Pam went for a walk. The place where they had run aground looked very much like the place where they had had the picnic. It was a beautiful spot, a paradise, filled with exotic flowers and lush, thick jungle vegetation, crystal-clear waters, and golden, sandy beaches.

They walked through the low underbrush, keeping close to the water's edge, not knowing what lay in the interior. They came out on the beach and walked along in the surf holding hands. Often they stopped, and Pete kissed her.

Now, he thought, I'll continue what I was doing when the storm came up.

When they were quite a distance from the boat, they found a little clearing at the edge of the jungle and sat down on the soft bed of leaves under the trees. Pete took Pam's face in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes. He drank in the sight of her flawless features and then pressed his mouth to her ripe lips in a long, lingering kiss.

She felt sparks of electricity flood her body the way she did every time he kissed her. While they kissed, her hands rubbed over his hairy arms, feeling the powerful muscles underneath the skin.

He pulled her closer, harder, his kiss becoming more urgent, his tongue licking her lips and tongue. She molded herself to him and felt the hardness of his erection against her stomach. She ground her hips, pushing hard against it. They kissed and dry-fucked for a long time, then he released her and stood back slightly from her, his breath coming in gasps, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Undress for me, Pam!" he requested.

Her own breath sounded like a dog panting while she quickly removed her blouse and bra. When her enormous tits were freed, and Pete saw their size and beauty, he gave a grunting sound like an animal.

She unfastened her shorts and lowered them slowly and sensuously over her long, shapely legs. Standing there in only a thin pair of nylon panties, she smiled seductively at Pete. He could see the contours of her pussy and her gorgeous blonde bush through the delicate fabric. He stood gazing for a moment as though she were a superbly wrought statue, and then he went and knelt before her, his face even with her cunt. Reaching up, he placed a hand to each side of her panties and peeled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and threw them aside.

He buried his face in her muff and breathed in the odor of her hot box. He nuzzled her soft fur and she reached down and ran her fingers through his dark hair. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs and up and over the matchless twin mounds of her ass.

He stopped and sat back on the soft bed of leaves, pulling her down beside him. Then his hands were on her soft breasts, and he kissed and licked them until the thick nipples stood out hard and erect. He laid her back and kissed downward over her firm stomach while his fingers stroked her pubic hair. He rubbed the lips of her snatch and felt the stickiness of her juice. He gently parted her cunt and felt the slick flesh of the interior. With a thumb on either side, he pulled the twin flaps further apart and gazed into the pink, moist, pulsating pussy.