The Beach

THE ISLAND

Part 1: THE BEACH

By Gortmundy

Susan sat at the front of the small boat looking out at the sea. It had been a long trip and she smiled knowing that this was the last leg, and soon enough she would reach her destination. She was near finishing her psychology degree in Adelaide and had volunteered to spend her summer vacation teaching English at a missionary school on one of the innumerable small islands in this part of the world. The school would pay for travel and accommodation so it would be a good way to travel and see some sights on a tight budget. She had spoken to other volunteers at the school, a handful of other students from a variety of countries, via Zoom and they all seemed a pretty good bunch so there would be company and the internet worked for the most part making communications with home accessible. It was pretty remote, but it wasn't like she was going to the Island of Dr Moreau. There was a clinic and some facilities as well as a seaplane or helicopter for emergencies.

Her smile faded as she remembered the only real flaw in her plan. David, her boyfriend had hated the idea and after the last in a series of pretty furious rows the two had broken up. But if he couldn't accept her trying to gain experience, help some people and improving her CV then that was on him.

The sea beyond the boat was calm and the sky clear and cloudless, revealing an amazing panoply of stars. She could see a few lights glimmering on a couple of nearby islands and the air carried the scent of pandan, sea salt and incense. It was all very beautiful. The small boat she was on was one of the countless motorised boats, dhows maybe, that served for cheap island-hopping transportation. This one had a crew of only two, a father and son who had agreed to the trip for a reasonable price, which was just as well as neither her finances nor language skills were up to haggling.

The father seemed friendly enough though he spent most of his time steering the boat. She thought he had an interesting face, weather-beaten and suntanned. It reminded her of the "Old Man of the Sea" though to be fair to the guy he wasn't that old. The son was easy. He was maybe twelve or thirteen years old with a bright smile and cheerful manner. He was a little shy perhaps but had helped her with her small suitcase when she boarded and had and just brought her a cup of steaming ginger tea.

Budi grinned as he looked at his son. The boy was clearly taken with their passenger but to be fair he couldn't fault the lad. She was a pretty thing, young, maybe twenty years or so, with long blonde hair, fair skin, a few freckles and blue eyes. She wore shorts in this heat, and a light button top, fairly typical tourist clothing he thought, but it showed enough skin to reveal a few curves and a pair of quite shapely legs. He guessed she was probably Australian; she had been polite and friendly and the journey wasn't too far. He grinned and laughed at himself, if he had been a bit younger he might have been taken with her himself, but these days he preferred a woman with a bit of meat on them. But his son, yea, he was smitten. The boy was almost thirteen, not a boy, but not quite a man. Even so, the lad's brain might not have figured it out, but the body wants what the body wants. The boy wasn't pestering her though or staring like an idiot, so shook his head and let the lad be.

It was a hot night, with only a slight breeze but it was enough to cause Budi to shiver in unease. His son was making his way back along the deck, sure-footed and smiling cheerfully, when he stopped dead, with a strange, confused expression appearing on his face, then his eyes widened in horror, and he gave a high-pitched scream of sheer terror.

Shocked by the scream Susan looked up...

The rogue wave came out of the dark without warning. It was a monster, a snow-capped mountain of water that towered above the tiny boat. Susan was frozen in amazement at the sight, her jaw fell open and the cup spilled from her hand. Before it hit the deck the wave crashed down on the boat, instantly smashing it to kindling and rolling over the pieces. Susan felt herself being torn from the deck, engulfed in water, lifted up and up, spun about like a toy, before being thrown back into the sea with numbing force. She felt she had been driven into the depths and flailed about in panic as she was pulled about like flotsam. Her vision had begun to darken, and her lungs were screaming for air when she finally broke the surface. Gasping, choking, spluttering, and gulping deep breaths she looked about desperately, but of the boat, the sailor, or his son there was no sign, only a few small pieces of debris bobbing in the water. She called out in terror, but only the wind and waves answered, and she began to tremble, realising she was in the dark, and utterly alone.

Many timeless, lonely, weary hours passed, and Susan was utterly exhausted with the effort of staying afloat. She had found a small fragment of a shattered beam that provided at least a little buoyancy and she clung to it desperately, but it wasn't near enough. She was so desperately tired; her legs were numb and twice she had nearly fallen asleep and slipped beneath the surface. She had long since ceased calling out, or weeping, or praying, and now she just clung on for dear life, eyes clenched shut, as she tried to stay alive. She barely felt the strong hands that grasped her and pulled her up and out of the water. Dimly aware of figures around her she mumbled incoherently but by the time they placed her down, fatigue had claimed her, and she was unconscious.

Susan had no idea how long she slept, but she woke under a warm blanket. Her arms and legs ached with fatigue, and she groaned with effort as she rolled over slowly to take in her surroundings. She was in a hut of sorts, wooden, rustic, with simple furnishings and an oil storm lamp hanging from the ceiling. There were shelves stacked with various tins and foodstuffs, oil, kerosene, bedding, and an assortment of tools. As her senses cleared, she saw the bottle of water by her bed and she grabbed it, gulping it down only to spray a mouthful out immediately as the water hit her salt-cracked lips and dried throat. She gingerly began to sip the water, savouring the cool liquid, and after a few moments she was able to drink normally. With senses beginning to clear she looked around more intently. Seeing that she had been sleeping in one of three sturdily built cots she giggled, "Holy shit, it's the three bears. I must still be dreaming", but her musings were interrupted by the sounds of music, possibly a radio, and low voices from outside the hut.

Standing, Susan found that her trembling legs could just about support her, so she carefully made her way to the door. Peeking out she saw the hut was built on the beach in a small cove. The sun was warm, and she blinked at its brightness. Outside three men were working on the wooden hull of a small, upturned boat, there was a campfire nearby and a log of driftwood had been placed beside it for seating. A kettle hung over the fire and her stomach grumbled at the smell of cooked fish and fresh coffee. A small transistor radio perched on a rock nearby was the source of the music. Nervously she stepped from the hut and as they noticed the men paused their work to look at her.

Susan blushed nervously. The men had black, tousled hair and dark eyes, they wore simple shorts and work-shirts that were open in the heat revealing the thick hair on their chest. The men had a swarthy look, strong and muscled from physical labour and tanned from a lifetime exposed to the sun and sea. One of the men had been working on a fishing net near the boat and he rose and walked towards her with a smile. Susan could see some resemblance between the trio and guessed they were related. They were of different ages though. The man walking towards her appeared the youngest and she guessed he was about the same age as herself. Another was a bit older and gave her a friendly wave as he worked, while the eldest, who was perhaps in his late-thirties had simply turned back to working on the boat. Susan saw that a larger boat had been pulled up on the sand further along the beach. It looked like a fishing boat of sorts, with a single mast and wooden hull of overlapping planks.

The youngest of the men approached her with a broad smile. He tapped his chest saying, "Esteban", before pointing at the other two who he identified as "Carlo", while the eldest was "Ramon". The young man pointed at the fire, "Coffee, food"? Susans stomach grumbled audibly and the man grinned. Taking a step onto the hot sand her weakened legs almost gave out from under and she stumbled. Esteban caught her and his strong grip easily kept her from falling. He gently guided her to a sit on the log before fetching a mug of strong black coffee and a plate of baked fish, edible seaweed, and fresh bread. He pointed at the meal and with a broad smile proudly declared, "I cook".

Esteban sat with the girl nursing a cup of coffee as she demolished the meal. Then he ambled into the hut and returned with aa pair of old sandals. Taking a knife from his belt he worked on them with the wickedly sharp blade before handing them to the girl, who looked at them in confusion. The man grinned and pointed at her bare feet and then at the beach, "Hot sand".

Susan hadn't noticed that her shoes were gone, lost in the carnage at sea she supposed, and she thanked the young man with a nervous smile. The sandals were still too big for her small feet but his efforts made them workable at least. She swallowed nervously, "Do you have a phone so I can call for help? Is there a town nearby?".

Esteban gave her am apologetic look, "No phone, no town". After a moment he pointed up into the hills, "Big house". Susan looked but couldn't see anything, "Can you take me there" she asked but the man shook his head, "Long way". Seeing her crestfallen look he took her hand, concentrating he tried to find the words. With hand gestures and broken English, he slowly tried to explain, "Soon, man come, cart, take fish, go back. You go then". Realising that her ordeal was soon to be over the events caught up with the girl and she broke down. Thinking of the young boy on the boat she began weeping uncontrollably. Strong arms went about her shoulders and simply held her until the sobs subsided and she had cried herself out. Words were spoken and even not knowing their meaning they were soothing.

After her outburst Susan felt emotionally drained and overcome by fatigue, her head lolled to the side, and she felt herself slump. She was unaware of the strong arms lifting her and gently carrying her back to bed. A blanket was placed over her and within seconds she was fast asleep. Esteban looked down at her, only her face and blonde hair protruded from the blanket. She was pretty he thought, and he stroked her hair for a moment before turning with a sigh and leaving the young woman to sleep.

For the next couple of days Susan lived with the men in their little beach hut. Being young and fit she quickly regained her strength, but she found it peculiar, living in such close proximity to such earthy men who were basically strangers to her. In the mornings the men would get up with the sunrise, they wore no clothes to bed and moved about the hut uninhibited and naked until they dressed for the working day. The first time this had happened Susan gave a little shriek and blushing furiously she buried her head under the blanket. The men laughed at her antics but left her be.

Under the blanket Susan thought about the men, they weren't clean shaved bodybuilders, but they were strong and muscular and smelled of the sea and the sun. Her breath quickened with excitement, and she blushed again when she thought about their penises which even flaccid had looked long and menacing, certainly much larger than her last boyfriend. She chided herself for being an excitable nincompoop when she felt her pussy moisten at the thought.

She had learned that the three were brothers and though a couple of them spoke a few words of English their own language appeared to be an island dialect that she had no understanding of whatsoever. She grinned, at least she had managed to avoid the usual English-speakers attempt at communicating which generally degenerated to speaking very slowly and loudly like some Monty Python comedian. Esteban was the youngest and kindest of the men. Carlo was perpetually cheerful and friendly but he generally went about his work seemed to pay her little attention. Ramon was the oldest, he was a sullen-looking man and seldom smiled. He was not unfriendly as such, but he kept his distance. Still, she had sometimes seen him looking at her with a hooded expression and a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. Several times she had asked when the man from the "Big House" would come and always she was met with, "soon" and a shrug.

That evening, as they gathered around the fire Susan's increasingly nervous fretting must have been obvious. Esteban rose, went into the hut and emerged a few moments later. Taking the young woman by the hand he gestured for her to rise and follow, leading her down the beach.

With mixed feelings of curiosity and nervousness the young woman followed. They walked along the beach for a distance in the growing dusk. The evening air was very warm and the sand still hot, the surf rolled in gently and the sunset painted the horizon a glorious burning crimson. Susan paused to take in the sight, but Esteban beckoned her onward with a grin towards a huge outcrop of rock. He disappeared into a cleft and Susan paused, moments later he reappeared and again gestured for her to follow. Taking a breath, she moved through the narrow crack in the stone and presently she emerged into a small clearing. The grotto was surrounded by high rocks but open to the evening sky. The rocky walls were covered in deep green foliage and water cascaded down from above into a wide shallow pool. With a shy smile Esteban gestured at the waterfall and handed her the small bundle he had been carrying. She looked down at it and tears formed in her eyes as she saw it was a simple bottle of shampoo. Esteban grinned and turned away obediently when she gestured for him to look away as she undressed. Sliding off her shorts she watched the man nervously and paused before she unbuttoned her top and slid it from her shoulders, leaving herself wearing only her white bikini underwear. Biting her lips, she undid the string on her top and it fell free, exposing her breasts. She hesitated for a long moment, but eventually making her mind up she quickly turned her back to the young man and slid her bikini bottoms off, leaving her naked and trembling. Placing her clothes on a rock she moved under the waterfall. The water cascaded down upon her, it was warm and with a sigh she felt the stress being eased from her body. After standing under the falling water for a time she moved to the edge of the waterfall and began to lather her hair. It was a bottle of men's shampoo, decorated with the insignia of a sailing ship and back in her world it wouldn't have been to her liking, but today the scented soap felt wonderful.

Susan's breathing quickened as she felt the strong hands in her hair, but she didn't turn or move away. The man eased closer, and she felt the heat from his body. She felt his hands move down over her shoulders, sliding round to cup her breasts, and her breath caught in her throat as he thumbed her suddenly erect nipples. He nuzzled and kissed the back of her neck and she sighed in growing excitement as his hands travelled slowly down her body. He continued to kiss her neck, but his hand travelled across her thighs to the front of her body and between her legs. She groaned as he stroked her sex, feeling the heat and wetness there and Susan hissed as he curled a finger into her pussy.

Esteban continued to kiss the girl as he stroked her nipples with one hand and deeply fingered her with the other. Susan began to pant with excitement, and gasped as she felt his hard cock nuzzling between the cheeks of her ass. She reached behind her to grip him and ran her hand along the length of his rock-hard member. It was considerably larger than any of the cocks she had touched before, though that had mostly been a few fumbles with high school boys and her one sexual partner. Her lips quivered in nervous, excited anticipation and the heat between her legs increased. Esteban gently pushed her forward until she was bent over and leaning against a smooth rounded boulder. The water fell against her back, and she felt her legs being nudged apart.

Susan could barely believe what was happening, she had never experienced anything like this before. Sex to her was a gentle, civilised affair, usually after a little wine or a little dinner and quiet conversation and yet here she was, on a desert island, bent over a rock under a waterfall and gasping with excitement as she was about to be fucked by a virtual stranger. With her head spinning she gasped and gave out a long breath as Esteban took hold of her hips and pushed his cock slowly into her from behind. Susan groaned as her sex accepted the length and girth of the penis as it penetrated her. With slow, gentle strokes Esteban eased his cock deeper into the woman until it was fully embedded inside her and he felt the lovely curves of her young ass pushing back against him. Susan felt completely filled and could only moan as the man began to fuck her with long hard strokes. She groaned as he pulled back and gasped each time he pushed back into her. The sensations were overwhelming, and her pussy was soaking wet. Heat was building up inside her trembling body and she had to bite down hard to stop from crying out in lust as she found herself pushing her hips back to meet each of his thrusts.

To Susan it felt like they fucked like that for an age as Esteban screwed her from behind. His rhythm grew faster and his strokes grew longer and harder as he pounded into the young woman. She found herself screaming out with each thrust as the man grunted in time with her moans. Suddenly Esteban gave a cry and Susans body exploded in orgasm as they both came. She felt the heat inside her as he pumped his load into her with powerful spurts. Eventually he staggered back from the woman and she slid from the rock and into the shallow pool on all fours. Her body was still shaking from the orgasm that had ripped through her. She had never felt anything like it and the aftermath left her breathless and dazed.

Esteban slumped down next to the woman and kissed her deeply. She responded by wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back and they lay like that for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Esteban rose to his feet and pulled the woman with him. He leaned against the rock and the two continued to kiss. He nuzzled her neck, moving his mouth to her breasts and Susan shivered as he sucked and licked at each nipple as his hands moved down her back to clasp her buttocks. She felt the man hardening again and at his urging dropped slowly to her knees in front of his growing member. Tentatively she kissed the tip of his penis and was rewarded when it jerked upwards and he drew a sudden hissing breath in reaction. Slowly, nervously, she kissed and licked along his length. She felt the man's hands moving to her head and wrapping his fingers in her hair as he gave a groan of lust. She parted her lips and accepted the tip as he slid his penis into her mouth. Susan had little experience with oral sex and was careful not to touch the growing cock with her teeth. Esteban gently used his hands to ease her head to and fro along his length as he began to thrust into her mouth. On each stroke she took him in deeper until his cock penetrated her throat and was fully embedded in her mouth.