LOST AT SEA CH. 3 Pt. 2 of 2

LOST AT SEA CH. 3 Pt. 2 of 2

So, he swore me in as an apprentice lighthouse keeper. My orders were already cut, and he handed me two copies. "One for you, and one for Anita," he said. "Now, how about a drink?"

Muriel knew where to find me. She had finished everything and was ready to go.

"Well," she said, "I'm not sure how to thank you. You were a major help on the island. I'll miss you."

John cleared his throat. "He's now Anita's apprentice."

She took a step back in surprise.

"As soon as I can get some clothes, I'll be coming with you," I said. "I'll meet you by the boat in an hour."

John had a uniform, which fit. I went and quickly bought enough to start with. Hopefully, in a month, I could come back and finish my shopping.

Muriel said little on the trip over to the island. The day was too much for her, and she was worried about what Anita would say.

Anita did not say much when I stepped off the boat onto the pier and presented my orders to her. She opened them and looked at me, and then said, "Now you're really mine. Get to work."

As soon as the boat was sufficiently away from the pier, she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

"I thought you were gone for good," she said.

"I like it here. It's so peaceful."

I moved the groceries into the kitchen and Muriel began to put them away.

Then I went out to help Anita. She had the new parts for her engine.

"Did you order these?" she asked.

"Yep. Hopefully, help solve the fuel problem. The Magistrate told me that your friend Jesse is under investigation. I don't think he's going to wiggle out of this one."

Anita smiled. "Go make supper."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied.

After dinner, Muriel went to her room for a bath. Anita followed her minutes later.

I had finished cleaning up when Anita called from their room,

"Michael, get in here right now."

"Now what?" I thought as I dried my hands.

I knocked and Anita said, "Enter."

I opened the door and saw Muriel standing by the bed. She was wearing a sheer robe. She had a serious expression on her face, anticipation mixed with fear. Anita was behind her. She opened the robe and let it fall to the floor.

"Come, lover," she said, "And join us."

I dropped the towel and went in.

Muriel put her arms around me and gave me a long kiss. She pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my trousers.

Anita took off my shirt and whispered in my ear, "Be good to her,

Michael. She's a virgin."

I gently pulled Muriel to her feet and pushed her back on the bed. Oh, she was so beautiful! Her skin was light brown, almost golden in appearance and so, so smooth. I had to taste it. I gave her little round tummy a kiss, right below her navel, then a lick.

She giggled and said, "Those tickles." Then she tried to push my head away. I moved lower, licking a trail until I met the dense and curly forest of her pubic hair.

Anita had not been idle. She distracted Muriel with a shower of kisses on her face, chin, and lips. Their mouths met and Muriel let out a long, low groan of pleasure. She gasped when my tongue found her pussy. It was already wet and swollen. I spread the lips and found her clit, which was peeking out from under the hood.

Anita had one of Muriel's breasts in her mouth.

I continued licking until Muriel arched her back and came with a little cry.

"Oh, please do it to me now," she moaned.

I slid up on the bed and lay on my back. Anita gently guided her astride my hips and then put the tip of my cock inside her. It felt so good that I pushed in a little more. Muriel opened her eyes and smiled at me.

Little by little, I pushed into her, and she bore down on me, her tight pussy opened to take me inside.

She was dripping wet now and her pubic hair was matted with her juices. The smell of sex filled the room.

Anita bent over and started kissing Muriel on the mound, just above the slit. She groaned and arched her back. I placed my hand on her hips and guided her as we continued that long, slow erotic dance of love. Without even knowing it, she found the right rhythm and moved against me, grinding her pubic area against me, then lifting off me until I almost came out of her.

Anita was now inflamed, too, and she was kissing Muriel on the hips, ass, and licking the crack between her cheeks. I felt her warm breath on my balls and then her pointed little tongue licking my shaft. I gasped and almost came.

Muriel leaned forward to give me access to those breasts of hers, heavy, pendulous, swinging in time to our movements, nipples hard a swollen like pencil erasers.

I caught her breast with my mouth and gently sucked on the smooth skin of her areola. There was no taste to it, yet it tasted good. I flicked the nipple with my tongue. Her pussy tightened around me. She inhaled sharply with the pleasure of it.

He is breathing was coming faster now, I could see her face go slack with concentration. Her hips rolled across my groin, sucking in my cock, and letting it out with a wet squishing noise. She started to move faster, and Anita moved away and let her drive herself against me. Her head lolled around, and her long hair caressed my face.

Then her orgasm broke like a wave on a beach. She arched her back and pushed against me, hard. Her pussy rippled and pulled at my cock. I followed and thrust into her, pushing myself as far inside as I could then I burst, arching my back, my cock pounding, pounding harder than it ever had. I let out a cry and a groan then fell back on the bed.

"Is it over?" she asked, panting. "Oh, it felt so good." She smiled at me.

I nodded. "Ah, yes. Oh, Muriel. Oh, Anita. I never came like that before."

She climbed off me and then lay down, snuggling against me. Her sweet breath played across my face. Anita moved behind her and we wrapped ourselves around her.

I fell asleep, like all men do after that kind of exertion.

When I awoke, it was dark. I slipped on my pants and shirt and went outside.

The generator rumbled softly, and the surf washed against the beach. Silently, the light turned around the tower of coral rock, sending its beam seaward flashing out the Morse letter B.

Muriel and Anita were curled up in the chair, watching the light. I took a seat on the porch and laid my head against Muriel's thigh. Her hand came down and stroked my hair.

I was at peace and at last. I was home.