Wrecked

Cara McKay

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Hello. Anyone?" My voice echoed with uncertainty. It was fair to say I was scared shitless. One minute I was in a luxury yacht. How the fuck did I get on an island?!

My unsteady legs kept moving against my will walking along the edge of the island. Going in wasn't an option. What if they had a tribe of island cavemen or as I'd put it man-eaters. What if a deadly predator was lurking just out of sight. No. Staying here was the best play.

I was still in the bikini I had been wearing the previous night. My hard breasts were hardly concealed as my nipples poked furiously at the fabric for freedom. The bottom half of the bikini was worse. I had been too drunk to notice how much my ass was bigger than the panties. The thick curves of each ass cheek twisted out of sight. The curve of my hips completed the look. I looked like a psycho nymphomaniac.

"Hello?!" My voice traveled everywhere and nowhere coming back to slam me hard. I was starting to feel alone and highly vulnerable. Somehow I wasn't scared. I had long noticed my inability to get frightened easily. I had guts of steel.

The island was quiet and peaceful. Something in my guts told me it was a ruse. Ultimately, I would need a weapon to make me feel a little bit safe. I looked around for any possible options but it was just sand, more sand, and shells.

Ok. Calm down. Just calm down and think for a minute.

Despite my best efforts to think, I had to accept the fact my head wasn't going to be much help anytime soon. Defeated, I slump weightlessly to the ground. The feel of sand on my body helped reduce the aching. It would have been a good idea to just stay there till sleep claimed me. Maybe I'd wake up back on the yacht with Donna trying to convince me to loosen up more. The thought of waking up with the worst case of sunburn looking like a donut from a local store made me decide it wasn't worth risking it at all.

I turned on my side letting my ass enjoy a little breeze and that's when I saw it. The bag was struggling with a wave trying to decide whether to stay or return to the open sea. I rushed on my feet and sprinted towards it making a frantic dive. I grabbed it pushing it to the safety of my enormous tits. Only after I was certain it was safe in my clutches did I get up and move to see the contents.

The black bag must have come from the wreck. It looked expensive and yet simple. The type of bag you'd take for a 3day trip on a stupid cruise celebrating the birthday of a fucking jerk. I just hope there were good clothes inside.

I opened it and got my first dose of disappointment. It belonged to a guy. There wasn't much in the bag. Cargo pants, shorts, condoms, pills, more condoms, and a child's doll. What type of weirdo owned this bag? The second disappointment came when I had a whiff of the clothes. They smelled like ass. I was about to toss the bag in anger when common sense urged me to rescue the cargo pants first. So I did. I tried it on and it fit perfectly regardless of my massive ass and hips. I sighed in relief.

"Hello," I shouted one last time knowing only silence would answer me back. I looked up. There was no sun yet and the weather looked like it was going to rain. I would circle the island a little then move deeper on my quest for shade or if I was lucky, shelter.

I continued my journey along the sand as I walked with a newfound purpose. My strides were deliberate. I felt how Dora must feel after she must have spoken to her trusty map. That was what made her better than me. At least she knew where she was going. Me, I didn't know shit but I had a good feeling in my gut.

I looked ahead and saw rocks. This part of the island had rocks. That was a good sign. First sand. Now rocks. Maybe next would be a fully equipped crib where I can have a hot bath. I was keeping my fingers crossed. I continued along with this rocky territory willing my tired feet to do the impossible. Everything ached from my waist down. My brown hair had come loose from the ponytail I had struggled to make and it was all tangled now.

Fuck this! I quit.

I slumped on the hard surface of a rock letting my tired bones feel the cold kiss. I'd stay here till a plane found me or till a monster emerged from the thick jungle of the island and bit off my small round head. My wild hair was everywhere roaming like a firestorm. I was on the brink of losing my sanity and the silence wasn't helping one bit.

I needed to calm down. The tension in me was swallowing me piece by piece. The sound of the wave smashing rock made me skittish. I needed to soothe my fucking nerves.

I closed my eyes and let my hand move along my delicate skin. My fingers moved to the arc of my heavy breast making me warm inside. Both areolas tightened and stiffened before my nipples responded to the touch. They both throbbed painfully pleading for attention. I tore off my bikini top revealing my heavy breasts. I cupped both of them hungrily. They felt so fluffy and firm. I squeezed harder. Damn.

I slithered off the cargo pants effortlessly and tossed my panties away all in one motion. I had shaved completely for this cruise knowing fully well I'd be forced to swim sooner or later leading to my inescapable bikini appearance.

The heat radiating from my pussy was enough to consume a fully-grown dragon. I squealed softly. My hands shuddered. My left hand moved to my thighs daring to be scorched. I felt the wetness trickling out of my pussy and purred. One finger slid straight in and a thousand and one dynamites exploded in my head instantly. Fuck!

My whole body twisted. My muscles writhed under the spell of tremendous pleasure. I was lost to the world around me. The finger slid deeper and retreated slowly. My nipples turned to orbs of metal making my breasts ache with undeniable want. I continued the slow steady straight strokes. I dared not move to the spot. I couldn't even think about it. Even the slightest touch could burn my whole being. No way.

My moans filled the air with music. Tears filled my eyes threatening to break free. My moans fluttered along with everything else on my body. My breasts jerked wickedly in response to my spasms.

Urrrghhh. Yeah- yes. Fuck yes!

My ass vibrated as my stroke increased in speed and momentum. Inside felt so juicy and warm I'm not sure I'd be able to stop if my hand was to be cut off.

My right hand moved sneakily along my torso. It moved low, certain of its target. The hand stopped just above my clitoris feeling the flesh with one careful swipe of my thumb. My breathing ceased completely as I wailed.

The thumb rolled on the skin creating a circle on it. My finger slammed harder and deeper with every thrust. My whole being trembled violently as the pressure building within me promised to extinguish everything.

Zayn Dawson

What use was having a $750k yacht when it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean? Whose bright idea was to have a 3 days boat cruise on my luxury yacht to celebrate my birthday? I tried to remember but everything was still fuzzy. The only thing that was sure to me was the shipwreck last night and how I had somehow miraculously found myself on this island. It looked deserted. Small waves washed shells and debris to the pale sand.

Fuck! This was just what I needed. Another fucking disaster.

The Floral shirt I wore was already torn in several places. It was a mess. My shorts were still in one piece but the sand had found its way to some very awkward places. I'd bet half my life there was sand in my ass. I dusted the sand on my short blonde hair on impulse. There was sand everywhere. The sand wasn't the most annoying part. My phone was in my pocket and bringing it out revealed a nasty break across the screen. It was dead. I tossed it angrily at the open sea aiming for nothing in particular. The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves.

I tried to piece my memories together of the previous night. It was the second day and we were just cruising. The engine had been turned off because the captain had passed out from all the booze. Jackson and Ronnie had gotten me a surprise. They had snuck two Asian chicks into my room. Twins. The girls had been prepared to do anything. I had been prepared to do anything. We were all about to do a lot of everything when the sound of the alarm had blasted. Some wise-ass had gotten so drunk he had switched on the engine and stirred us to what I can only assume was a disaster. That was all I could remember.

I turned my attention to the island. It looked beautiful and highly dangerous. What if there was an active volcano or worse an angry group of man-eaters. There had to be people here. Maybe a small town or settlement. It was almost impossible to see completely desolate islands. I just hope they have cell phones and an Internet connection. I'd have to reach Jerry to come with my bird.

The sky was heavy with clouds. I knew it was morning even when the sun didn't show its huge head. I decided to walk around before going deeper into the awaiting jungle. As I walked, sand fell off my clothes like raindrops. At that moment I was craving something hot to take the edge away. Anything would do even the cheap stuff.

My steel blue eyes focused to my left. I could see something in the distance. I had no idea what it was but it sure as hell wasn't sand.

As I walked towards whatever I was seeing, I thought about the twins. Talk about being saved by the bell. I'd continue from where I stopped immediately when I got rescued from this place.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the sounds immediately coming from the rocks. Then I heard it again. The familiar moan of pleasure. Maybe it's my mind finally giving up on me. So this is how I go out? Madness.

Zayn

I heard it again. Louder. Clearer. More determined. I walked closer and saw her just as her body went rigid and limp. She relaxed with her eyes closed as her breathing leveled. She still had no idea I was there staring at her massive tits and rock-hard nipples. Her dark areola and nipples made my groins ache. I breathed out sharply. That's when she opened her eyes and gasped. She immediately reached for her cargo pants and used them to shield her stunning body. I turned around with a cocky smile.

"My bad. I had no idea th-"

"Just shut up about it," she spat, cutting me off.

I turned around to see her fully dressed. Well not fully. She had on a bikini piece with the cargo pants. She caught my eyes feasting on her full round breasts and grimaced.

"Can you please not do that?" She still sounded mean.

I shifted my attention to her face. It was small and cute. Her brown hair was a mess and it swallowed most of her face blocking her jade-colored eyes. Her thick lips moved in an angry pout. What caught me off guard was how she looked familiar. I was sure I had seen that face before. But where?

"By any chance, were you in a shipwreck? Is that how you got here?" I asked with my words tumbling out on each other.

"Nah. I'm a mermaid. I just swam here because it's peaceful and it was till you came," she said, sounding serious.

Instinctively I looked at her feet for the fin. There wasn't any.

I looked at her face again and that's when it hit me.

"I remember you. We attend history classes together. You're that girl. The one that barely talks and studies."

"Isn't studying the main purpose for attending a school in the first place?" She didn't like me. She was doing a perfect job getting that point around.

"I'm Zayn," I said walking closer to where she stood awkwardly, my hand stretched out.

She eyed me angrily giving me the "unbelievable" look. Her hands kept hidden behind her while I had my right hand waiting for her hand to complete the handshake. Then I remembered. Oh, that's why she can't shake. I remembered what I had caught her doing and retrieved my hand with considerable speed. She chuckled.

"I know who you are. Think I'd come for the cruise if I didn't? I just don't like you."

Ouch. I thought of a reply but my head was blank and empty. Nothing came to my head. She had been plain and straight confirming my theory. She didn't like me one bit. But why? We'd have that later.

"How about we walk deeper into the island together. You look tough. We need to look for the inhabitants," I said, looking towards the jungle ahead.

"And what if it's man-eating cannibals?" she countered with her head slightly cocked.

She had a point but then sitting out here waiting was stupid. Going inside the jungle was stupid too but at least it was progress.

"Let's go." I led the way. Surprisingly, she followed behind.

A few steps and I was chuckling to myself. She looked at me like I had suddenly transformed from a handsome young man to a raving lunatic.

"I just thought you were a good girl," I explained to her with a crooked side grin.

She sighed before saying, "And I thought you were a pervert and a jerk. I was right after all."

I laughed at this. I had no idea why but she hated me. She hated me big time. She looked at me with so much contempt. It was scary. Oh well, I'm used to people looking at me that way.

We got to the mouth of the jungle and I turned to face her. Her face was softer now. She looked brave, unlike most girls that would squeal straight away opting to stay back in the safe open. There was no fear etched on her face. Just an unshakeable determination.

"Shall we?" I asked, grinning wickedly.

"Sure. Assholes first."