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Caribbean Fantasy (MF, oral, rom)
by Andrew Bell (dreew@ix.netcom.com)

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In the beginning there were just the two of them. And the boat. A beautiful
ship. 32' long and a luscious ivory color, the color of fresh cream as it
is being churned into butter. She had cranberry colored trim and it went
beautifully with the sparkling brass fittings. Inside was cozy, some would
say cramped, but the two knew better than that. A berth that comfortably
held two people, in many a variety of positions, but more on that later...A
small but servicable bathroom, (she wouldn't call it the head, it was still
the bathroom to her), a utilitarian kitchen that she still managed to turn
out yummy delicacies >from and various storage spaces really not worth
mentioning. The two of them were sailing the Caribbean islands for the
year. They had worked hard and now were reaping the benefits of that
labor...

They had pulled into a relatively secluded cove in which to drop anchor and
spend the night. The azure water that the sloop floated in was pristine and
gently rocked the boat. She climbed up the ladder and stood on the deck,
where he was looking over the map. Tugging at the strings at her neck and
back she shed her top. The bottom soon followed the top on its path to the
deck. She'd always enjoyed the feeling of sun on her skin, but this was
truly a pleasurable feeling. The sun warmed her breasts and shoulders, the
rays working their way over her entire body, 'til she felt rather
pleasantly like a piece of toast fresh from the toaster. She tip-toed over
to him, smiling at his concentration, slipping her arms around his bare
torso. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. Grinning because he
felt her bare breasts pressing against his back. "Silly boy," she said.
Then she grabbed either side of his shorts and yanked them down to his
ankles! "Last one in the water is a rotten egg!" She dove cleanly off the
side of the boat and into the water. It felt good to act like kids again.
Refreshing. He scrambled out of his shorts and jumped in after her...A
while later, after swimming and cavorting like dolphins in the water they
climbed up the ladder into the boat.

They showered in the small bathroom to rinse the saltiness off themselves,
but they knew that soon enough they would be salty all over again. She
looked up at him, smiling with her eyes at him. She rubbed soapy lather all
over him, slipping her hands over his erection and full beads. He smiled
down at her...she reached up and put her hands on on his shoulders, and
lifted herself up to sit upon his pole. He slid in softly, with juices and
soapy water acting as lubricant to smooth the way. There they stood
perfectly still, until freezing cold water splashed his back. The
stimulation pulsed through his body, and into hers, where it was responded
to by a rushing contraction from her full vagina, and pushing both over the
edge of ecstasy. Arms tightly encircled bodies as if to merge forever, to
give substance to what was true in their hearts.

When the rocking of the boat became apparent again, he left her in the
shower to start a late meal. The interlude had taken longer then they
suspected, almost two hours had passed since their swim, and his stomach
would no longer tolerate his erotic priorities. The cupboard held the
makings of many fine dishes, but tucked away in one of the storage
cabinets, he had built a small green-house to grow fresh herbs. Scents of
parsley, thyme, basil (of the miniature variety) and oregano filled the
cabin as he opened the door, thankful for her remaining in the shower. A
loaf of round bread, picked up at a bakery visited that morning at during
an early docking, was nestled among the herbs.

Carefully, he removed the bread from its shelter, and prepared it for a
light snack. Cutting the top off at a 45 degree angle, he removed enough of
the bread on the inside to fit a small wheel of brie, also purchased at the
morning's port. The top was also removed from the brie, and fresh thyme and
basil were minced and added to the top of the brie.

He replaced the top of the bread, and popped it into the small stove set at
300. Being finished with the preparation of dinner, he stepped back into
through the portal into the cabin. There, she lay napping with the bath
towel pulled to the side, and her wet, red hair draped over her firm
breast. An ice cube from the fridge is all it took to wake her up .......He
rubbed it across her slightly swollen lips and her tongue darted out to
retrieve the moisture. Her eyes not yet open, he glided the cube down her
neck to her collarbone and then into the valley between her breasts. Her
relaxed nipples began to harden as they sensed the ice-cube's approach. A
smile played on his lips as he wrote sexy messages on her torso with the
cube, after each message he used his mouth and tongue to lick the moisture
off of her, sort of a clearing the slate....Her hands roved over his hair
and down his neck. Feeling the hardness of the muscles in his shoulders and
down his sides to his waist. The warmth of his skin and the feel of his
breath on her torso was making her desire him again. She sighed deeply as
he moved farther down her body. His lips making a line down her abdomen,
pausing briefly to kiss the fiery patch of red hair on her mound. Then, he
nibbled at the tender skin of her inner thighs, her legs opening gently to
receive whatever passion he wanted to give her. He moved down farther,
placing kisses, sometimes biting gently, enjoying her moans and sighs of
pleasure/desire. Down her calves and ankles and then agonizingly slowly
working his way back up...

...the aroma of the fresh baked bread and brie mingled with the herbs and
reached her growling tummy in the bedroom. She suddenly realized that she
was ravenous. Hmmm...decisions, decisions. :) Food or love? Why not both?
She wandered out into the kitchen, where he was standing, naked as the day
he was born, except for the fact he was wearing oven mitts, which made her
smile. She picked up a dish towel and popped him lightly on his behind.
"ow, hey!" He turned around to see her smiling mischeviously at him. "just
for that you are going to have to hand feed me!" "not a problem", she
replied with a big smile. So, he gathered up the crusty warm bread and the
fresh sliced peaches (yum!) and she picked up the water and wine and they
climbed out onto the deck of the sailboat.

They headed towards the front of the ship, to the spot they had eaten many
romantic meals. Reaching the top of the ladder, she noticed the breeze
which had picked up slightly since last top deck. It carried with it the
smell of the setting sun, the oranges and deep purples filled the sky. They
had anchored between two small islands, one of which was inhabited by a
medium sized native community, and the other, too small to live on. The
spot was perfect for lovers, several other boats were anchored in the area.
None too close, as all desired the private intimacy which filled the air.

A small flickering light could be spotted on the deserted island to the
west. A couple had decided on a picnic, with no fear of unwelcome ants.
Their naked profiles sat comfortably atop the rock, the warm light of the
setting sun giving them an unworldly appearance. Lisa and Tom stopped in
mid-embrace, transfixed by these two beings, who had found such a beautiful
scenery to dine within. Water gently lapped at the side of the sailing
vessal, reminding them that the bread was getting cooler, and they were
getting hotter for another sweaty night together.

Lisa sat first, resting her back on a cushion. Tom spread Lisa legs apart,
and sat with his back having the pleasure of touching Lisa's soft body,
cushioned and sensitive to every movement which they would take. They had
sat this way many times, when she had done something which deserved some
amount of disciplining, and the towel swack had left a mark worth
punishing.

Tom placed the bread between his legs, up close to his cock, so she would
have to make the decision which to dine on first. Ah, the sweet tease of
foreplay!, he thought. Her arms were just able to surrounded his body, she
cradled him softly while taking in the moon sitting low in the distant sky.
The waves dancing to the cold moonlight, causing the heat within her womb
to burn.

The tailbone pushing up against her midsection didn't help matters. The
rhythmic movement of the boat was transferred directly to her pubic bone by
the pressure which Tom's back was causing. Lisa had a feeling he was
conscious of the effect it had on her, but she didn't want to give away the
earnestness which it made her desire him.

...the moonlight shone across the calm waters of the bay, as Tom and Lisa
breathed deeply of the scented tropical air. Their gazes drifted back over
to the couple on the rock across the way. They were in an embrace and the
moonlight left nothing to hide. The woman lay across her mate's lap, one
arm supporting her shoulder and the other lying across her thighs,
caressing her hip and buttock. Tom looked up at Lisa and saw that she was
watching the couple intently. It was obviously exciting for her. His eyes
turned back towards the couple on the rock. The man's hand was stroking his
partner's thigh, stroking towards the soft skin of her inner thigh. They
were kissing, deeply oblivious to their surroundings. Tom could feel the
hardness of Lisa's excited nipples against his back, his body returned in
kind, his cock hardening with her excitement. He thought her disciplining
might just have to wait for another time. He removed the still warm bread,
breaking off a chunk and chewing it slowly, handing Lisa a piece. "You like
to watch them, don't you?" She nodded at him,as her eyes wandered back and
forth between the couple and Tom. "Would you like me to do to you what he
is doing to her?" "Yes, please," she whispered. He gave her his hand to
help her off the pillow. Tom sat down against the pillow and he pulled Lisa
down across his lap. Their lips met and parted. Tongues exploring regions
they were familiar with. Tom glanced up and saw that the man had started to
caress his partner's soft belly. He stroked Lisa's abdomen, all the while
kissing her. His fingers slid inside her slick walls as the man across the
way did the same. Lisa leaned her head back, staring continuously at the
lovers across the way. Her juices welcomed the company within her vagina,
knees fully splayed to allow him most access.

Noticing how his penis was squished up under Lisa firm buttocks, Tom
thought of a more pleasant area for it to be. He lubricated the trobbing
member with saliva and juices from Lisa pussy, and slid into her from
behind, so she sat entirely on his shaft. Lisa moaned and arched her back,
reaching the first of many plateaus. His thumb continued tracing circles
around her clit in rhythm with the water's lapping. Tom groaned with
pleasure as Lisa's taut bottom tightened around his throbbing member and
her vagina closed about his fingers, sliding in and out. The moonlight
dappled their skin and the deck of the boat. The couple across the water
had moved positions. She was on her hands and knees and he knelt behind
her, thrusting in and out. Tom, staying inside Lisa, helped her into the
same position. Lisa's bottom arched up and her torso lie pressed against
the deck, Tom slowly sliding his cock in and out of her tight ass. He could
feel the tension building in her as she watched the couple getting more
wild in their movements. "Please, Tom, harder..." He wound his hand through
the length of her hair and pulled her none too gently up towards him, his
thrusting getting more feral. He leaned forward and began gently biting the
back of her neck, her shoulders. "Yes, more, please" as Lisa thrust hard
and fast back against Tom's body. Tom bit the soft skin, so often hidden
under her hair, holding her in the grip of his teeth, his other hand tight
on the curve of her hip of her hip. His rhythm increased in time with the
couple on the island. The pressure >from Lisa's tight ass drove Tom crazy,
but he was determined to have her screaming in ecstasy before allowing his
own release. This did not seem like the easiest thing to accomplish on a
night when she was so passionate, but he would try anyhow.

Tom's fingers tangled in Lisa's red mane, pulling her towards each stroke
of heaven. She resisted with strength, but her loudening groans and dove
calls revealed her true enjoyment. He lifted her up, so her back was
resting on his chest, continuing to thrust to the hilt of his cock, and
leaned back.

Lisa rested her palms on Toms shoulders, and started riding him with
renewed vigor. His left hand rubbed her clit, while the other continued to
try maintaing a slow ride with her mane, though it was a loosing battle at
this point. Her stroke became deliberate, squeezing his resistance away
with each post. She was not much farther from her own climax...feeling the
buildup of a firestorm building up inside her womb, Tom slipped two fingers
inside of Lisa's glistening pussy. He could feel his cock thrusting in and
out of her through her walls. She began clenching around him, her cries
louder, movements becoming more frantic. He could see the muscles in her
shapely back tense from the strain. She screamed out his name and dug her
nails into his shoulders...it was more than Tom could stand, her pussy
clenching around his hand, her tight ass tighter and tighter on his cock.
He reached around and squeezed her breasts, his thumb and forefinger gently
pinching her hard nipples, sending her into pleasureable orbit. Tom then
couldn't hold back any longer, feeling the molten liquid coming from him,
filling her up....

>From the orbit their incredible orgasm put them at, they heard a faint
voice. The sound became clearer...the feeling of being lulled out of their
revelry made the noise somewhat annoying at first. Lisa looked to her left,
and a woman's head was poking over the side of the deck.

"Hello there", her sultry voice breathed. Her lips moved slowly apart. Lisa
wan't sure how long she'd been watching, but by her breathing, she seemed
to be in an excited state.

Another sound came from the ocean kayak pulled up next to the sailing
vessel. The woman Leaned her head back and gasped...her tongue parting her
deep red lips. Tom and lisa could've sworn they heard her say
"oh...deeper...", but were still a little foggy.

The newcomer regained her composure, and returned her attention to Lisa.
"Have you some fresh fruit aboard this floating love boat?"
