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"Oh, my God! she cried out, and her cant squeezed and caressed that glorious tool she had been wanting in her so badly.

He began making small movements and when she felt it move in her, she felt as though she would faint with pleasure. Every nerve of her body, from head to toe, was alive with the ecstatic feeling of fuck.

He reached around her and began to play with her tits, and she shuddered at the extra feeling of excitement. He began to push in short strokes, and almost immediately Shelly started to come.

She wiggled and moaned, and when Pete felt her coming, he gave it to her hard and deep. She screamed with, joy and her cunt squeezed tightly. He felt the tremors of her climax come in waves, vibrating her whole body, and her cream poured over his cock. When it subsided, he told her to get on her back. He withdrew for an instant and she rolled quickly onto her back, holding up her arms to him. He stuck it in again and shoved it wide and deep, and Shelly began another orgasm as violent as the first one. Pete stroked her wildly, and all the time she kept writhing and squirming and coming. When he reached his climax and shot her his load, she felt as though she was being propelled into the night sky and stars were exploding all around her. His sticky liquid gushed into her, mingling with the flood of her come.

Ted was lost in Pam's heavenly pussy, soaking in it. He wanted it to last and last, but it was so delicious he knew he would come soon. He fucked furiously and his hands were all over her beautiful body exploring her curves. He grabbed handfuls of her breasts, squeezing and pressing, he felt his cock jerk inside her at the sensation.

She hunched her ass rapidly to meet his thrusts. Their organs were so excessively lubricated they made a loud, sucking sound. Ted felt the ecstasy in his cock become more intense and he pushed harder and faster, his prick swelling and rearing up deep in her.

"I'm coming!" he cried. "Oooooooooooh, I'm coming!"

"Me, too! Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh!" she screamed, in rhythm with the thrusts of his hammering cock.

Her cant squeezed his. torrid stallion tightly, and exploded just as he shot off his come. Their mutual climaxes blended in a shattering burst of ecstasy and they rode the crest to the satisfying end, sighing and moaning. They kept fucking until their passion subsided, and they fell to the deck, happily exhausted.

Pam woke to find herself in the small, cramped space of the lower bunk of the boat's sleeping quarters. Pete's arms and legs were draped across her and he was sleeping peacefully. Across the room she saw Shelly and Ted in the other lower bunk sleeping serenely, their limbs also intertwined.

She freed herself from Pete's confining limbs and gazed longingly. at his big, muscular body, relaxed and vulnerable in the remote distance of a sound slumber. He stirred lazily and sprawled on his back, one arm by his side and the other resting above his head on the pillow. Her eyes traveled down his body to where his soft prick reposed like a golden banana. Below, his hairy sac containing his huge, spongy balls hung loosely.

She sighed softly and smiled to herself, remembering what a world of delight he had transported her to the night before. When she got off the bunk he stirred fitfully and mumbled something unintelligible. She leaned over and gently placed her lips on his, careful not to wake him.

She located her shorts and blouse and put them on. She went up on deck, and breathing deeply, she cleared her head of the cobwebs accumulated there from the previous night.

The tranquil scene looked like a mural painted by a master's brush. Everything was still, quiet and peaceful in the early morning sun. She stretched lazily and climbed over the side, down the ladder, onto the bank of the lagoon.

She made her way along the path around the body of water and headed toward the beach. She heard the loud sound of the breakers rolling on the shore like loud drums in the distance. Hurrying her step, she emerged from the wooded area onto the golden sand of the beach. She. took off her shoes and ran to the water's edge, letting the coolness of the incoming tide roll over her feet.

She walked along the sand looking down to see what treasures the sea was washing in. Bending down, she picked up an oddly-shaped, colorful seashell.

When she straightened up, her mouth flew open in surprise and fear. There, no more than twenty feet away, was a man, a native with a long, wicked-looking spear in his hand. She dropped her seashell and began running back up the beach in the direction of the boat. Before she got to the wooded area she gave a glance around

I and saw that the man was following her. She picked up speed and ran frantically toward the lagoon, the low foliage slapping at her bare arms and legs. The boat came into view and she began calling loudly for Pete. She got nearer but there was no sign that he had heard her. She reached the side of the boat and saw Shelly's face, sleepy-eyed and tired-looking, at a porthole.

"Shelly!" she called loudly, "wake up Pete and Ted. There's a man following me! He's got a spear!"

Pam scrambled up the ladder and got onto the deck. Looking back, she saw the native walking around the edge of the lagoon.

Pete appeared on deck in his shorts, yawning. He was followed by Ted who was throwing on a shirt, and behind Ted was Shelly, wrapped in a towel, looking frightened.

Pete put his arm around Pam protectively. "Darling, what the hell? I thought you were still asleep like the rest of us."

"I just went for a walk, Pete. I was on the beach and I saw that man," she said, panting, pointing in the native's direction.

Ted and Shelly joined them at the deck rail and the four of them watched as the man approached. He came nearer and looked up at them and smiled.

"Did not mean to scare lady," he said in halting, accented English. "Was surprised much to see strange lady on beach."

"I can understand that," Pete said to him.

"We're in trouble as you can see. The storm yesterday blew us here and we ran aground."

The native looked at the Island Sun and said, "Yes, you got much trouble. But we fix. Chief will fix. You come village. Chief help."

"Village?" Ted asked.

"Yes, my village on other side of beach in jungle. You come, I show you."

"Let's get dressed and go with him," Pete said. "If we can get enough men we can pull this boat off the bank." To the native he said, "Give us a minute to get dressed. We'll come with you."

The man nodded and sat down on the bank of the lagoon to wait.

"Thank goodness he's a friendly native," Pam said. "When I saw him and saw that spear it scared me to death. I thought maybe ha was a headhunter."

"Sweetheart," Pete said, laughing, "I don't think there are any headhunters around these parts. I'm sure all the islands around here are friendly."

"I hope so," Pam said. "I didn't know what he might do to me so I just ran."

"I would have done the same thing," Shelly remarked.

They dressed hurriedly and climbed over the side of the boat to join the native. He stood up and smiled when he saw them coming.

"We go now to village. You come. I show."

"Is it far?" Pam asked.

"No, it not far. We go around beach. Better for to walk."

"What tribe do you belong to?" Ted wanted to know.

"Malahani," the native replied.

"You and your people still live the old way of life, complete with tribal rituals?" Pete inquired.

"Yes, still worship Gods, still live in jungle," he answered.

"That's beautiful," Shelly replied.

He led them at a fast pace along the graceful curve of the beach toward the village. Some time later, they saw a gray wisp of smoke curling above the trees, floating up into the bright blue sky.