Free Stranded! by Pepper Pace Page B

to a man that makes his living working with numbers."

"I know, I'm kidding with you Marshall." She watched him climbing, admiring the way he scaled the tree almost as well as the Jamaican youths.

"Heads up." He plucked a ripe fruit and dropped it to the ground where Oceans hurried to examine it for proper ripeness. Of the five fruit he dropped down to her she discarded two of them. He picked up one discarded fruit. "I don't see how you can tell this isn't ready...it looks pretty good to me."

She lifted the basket. "There are too many to choose from to take any chances. Not worth getting poisoned from the unripe fruit."

He tossed it away. "Why is everything in this place poisonous?!" His face twisted into a scowl of annoyance. "If you hadn't been here with me I would have been dead after the first day!"

She stepped up close to him and placed her lips against his. "You would have survived without me, baby. Because you would have stuck to the things you know."

He snaked his arm around her waist. "I don't want to think about that." He kissed her back before taking the basket from her hand and leading them back to camp.

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Marshall had his lips clamped to Ocean's nipple. He could sleep with her succulent breast in his mouth—it was how content he was to be laying next to her on the grass mat. The bed had never gotten made because all of their free time was spent in each other's arms. So they moved the mat and afghan to the sandy beach beneath the shade of the palm trees. The floor of the hut was just too unyielding with its rocky base.

Marshall's fingers were teasing her slit as she arched her back and groaned in pleasure. He felt lucid and content to suckle from her breast and to stroke her pussy but she suddenly pulled away and snaked down his body to quickly grab his erect cock. Then she lowered her mouth over him and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Uh!" He called out one second before an orgasm ripped through his body. He could not get enough of the feel of her mouth taking him in. She had explained that she was not good at oral, but he could not see anything that she could do to improve her technique.

Over the last few days she had stopped removing his spurting cock from her lips and now accepted every drop of him. He could hear her swallowing and he thrust one last time before relaxing. She didn't stop sucking him until he was completely flaccid and then she gave him a hopeful look which reminded him of Oliver Twist; 'May I have more please...?' Marshall chuckled and reached down and urged her back up to him. She gave him a decidedly grim look before plunging her tongue into his mouth and kissing him frantically.

She was still horny and he was sated. Lately her body had been telling her something she didn't understand. She had been celibate for three years with no problems. Now she craved the explosion in her belly that Marshall's touching brought. He had introduced her to something new and special. Each day she wanted to explore this new 'toy'.

He made her cum with his fingers, his tongue, or sometimes just by licking her sensitive nipples. But at times, there seemed to be something else deep inside of her that was even bigger than the orgasms that she had experienced thus far. She was too ashamed to ask him something that she should know about her own body, but why was it that she would experience a pleasurable release only to find that there was something waiting, lurking in her belly that promised to be even bigger?

Right now she felt it so close...she reached down to grip his still flaccid cock before remembering that he was already spent. Frustrated she released him, though she was still burning.

Marshall gently pushed her onto her back and kissed down her nude body. He could feel her need and though he had already orgasmed, he wanted to explore her body. She was sheer perfection. Her skin had darkened by the sun and was now chocolate instead of caramel. Constant daily toil had created a body