I guess, despite everything that happened later, I should feel lucky we survived the shipwreck at all. My bride-to-be and I were on a cruise of the Pacific β not one of those office-building sized luxury liners, a smaller ship where you get to know everyone on board. It was smooth sailing for the first few days, until we hit a big storm. We hit something, or that's what it felt like, at least. I'm not exactly a sailor, so I don't really know what happened, except that one minute Sara and I were sharing a bottle of wine and some lobster rolls, and the next we were on a lifeboat with three strangers being tossed around by some monstrous waves.
We spent the night being tossed around by the storm, and eventually all of us passed out once the adrenaline drained out of us. In the morning, we came to on a stretch of beach β three women, two men, and the tattered remains of the lifeboat. We were who-knows-where in the South Pacific, and figured we might be stuck there for a few days, if not weeks. We had all watched Survivor β we knew to build a shelter, find fresh water, and look for food, which was fortunately in abundance. We spend the first day working steadily, and it wasn't until the sun went down that we got to know each other.
My fianceΓ©, Sara, is black and beautiful, with flawless dark skin, soft cheekbones, nice full lips, and skinny dreads that fall around her shoulders. She's tall, athletic, and beautiful, with long, slender legs, and full, firm breasts that I thrilled to see naked even after four years together. Ruby was a fellow passenger, Puerto Rican, with dark brown skin and curves everywhere. Wide hips, nice round ass, big fleshy tits β I know men are all supposed to go for skinny chicks, but deep down, this is the kind of girl we all salivate over. She had hooked up with one of the crew, Davi, a tall, muscular Brazilian, with a deep tan and tribal tattoos on both arms. He only spoke Portuguese, so Ruby acted as his translator, although she only understood the bits and pieces where Portuguese and Spanish are similar. He didn't say much anyway.
And then there was Siobhan. The rest of us had landed on the beach with only a few bumps and bruises. Siobhan had broken her leg, which I managed to set β even an optician knows the basics β but she was immobilized for a few weeks. Her dress had also been torn off during that night, leaving her with a torn bra and, to her embarrassment, semi-transparent panties. Her fair Irish skin wasn't cut out for the sun either β by the end of the first day, she had more freckles than a casting call for Annie, and by the second, she was red as a lobster. She spent most of the next few weeks in the shelter we had built. She was almost six feet tall, with long, skinny arms and legs, red hair that reached the small of her back when it wasn't braided, and breasts that were small but hadn't sagged a bit with age. (I was the oldest, at 32 β everyone else was in their mid/late 20s.)
We had all been thrown together for at least a while, but we didn't realize what close quarters we were going to be in until the first night in the shelter. Maybe half an hour after we had all said our good-nights, we heard the wet sound of passionate kissing coming from Ruby and Davi. Eventually, she let out a moan, and we realized they were fucking, right in front of us. There was no moon that night, so we couldn't see anything, but the sound of their bodies slamming into each other, and her pussy sucking his cock inside of her, didn't leave much to the imagination. It didn't take more than a minute of that before I had a rock-hard erection. I reached for Sara, and her pussy was wet as well. We had talked about sex, and how, with no birth control, we should hold off until we were rescued. But I started to finger her damp slit, and felt her hand wrap around my cock and start stroking me. As soon as I heard Ruby cry out in the throes of orgasm, I shot my load all over the sand. I turned my attention to licking Sara's snatch, which was now dripping wet, and by the time she came, she had given up on keeping quiet. Her screams of ecstasy must have sent Davi over the edge, because before they were done, he was grunting and no doubt shooting a dose of sperm into Ruby's waiting cunt. I drifted off to sleep in Sara's arms, to the sounds of Ruby's moans as Davi's cock plowed into her all over again.
In the morning, we all acted as if nothing had happened, and went about our day, gathering food, exploring the island, and keeping busy. But the scene repeated itself the next night, and the next. I overheard Sara finally talking to Ruby about it:
"Aren't you afraid he'll get you pregnant?"
"Honestly? I'm pretty sure he got me on the boat. At this point, whatever happens, happens."
"Have you been together long?"