Where to begin with this adventure? I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years. I needed to get away, so I decided to take a ten-day cruise on a large yacht in the Caribbean. It was a nice yacht, not a luxury liner. 

The rooms were nice, and the food was excellent. I enjoyed my time out at sea, and the staff attended to my every need. I was the only female passenger. The other three were males.

We had just taken off from a dock on one of the islands we visited and were in the open sea when I heard a deckhand yell, "Pirates off the port bow."

I thought this must be part of the cruise fun. Who ever heard of pirates in this day and age?

That all changed when I heard gunshots ring out. I looked out into the ocean and saw a heavily armed boat approaching us.

Joey, one of the deckhands, came to me and said, "You need to be ready to jump ship and get on one of the jet skis. These pirates mean business, and you, being a female, I don't even want to tell you what they will do to you."

He grabbed my hand before I could utter a word and took me below deck, where the jet skis could be launched. 

The other female on board was already there. She was one of the bartenders.

She looked at me and said, "I have had some training for this, so stay close if we have to launch. My name is Iris, in case you forgot."

I struggled to smile and said, "I remember your name. My name is April."

I heard more gunshots ringing out and then an explosion on board.

Iris said, "There are several small islands close by. We will head to those. If something happens to me, use this compass and head due north." 

The captain came below deck and yelled, "Go, go, go now. We will hold them off for as long as we can."  

Iris waved her hand and said, "Follow me." 

I sped away from the boat and heard more shots ring out. A couple of them hit nearby Iris. 

I looked at Iris. She had stopped for a second and waved me forward.

That was the last I ever saw of the yacht. All I saw was smoke filling the air.

I had my jet ski going as fast as possible and jumping wave after wave. I did that for over an hour before I stopped to look at the compass. 

Iris was close behind me, and I waited till she caught up. As she got closer, I could see she was bleeding.

She pulled up alongside me and said, "You are doing great. We should see land very soon. Just keep going the way you are."

I replied, "Iris, your shot. What can I do to help?" 

She looked at me, pointed forward, and said, "Let's just get to land and worry about that when we get there." 

I don't know how long we rode, but soon, I saw land. 

We pulled up to a beach, and Iris said, "We need to drive down the coast until we see a cove or a place to hide these jet skis. Those pirates are sure to follow."

We found an inlet to put the jet skis, which would not be visible from the ocean.

Iris opened a storage compartment under the jet ski seat, which contained a three-day supply of food, a large canteen of water, basic first aid supplies, a flashlight, and some matches, along with some cooking tools.

I saw her unloading those and did the same. We then walked inland for a few feet and rested under a palm tree. 

I saw her wound, and it was in her arm, and then said, "Iris, I have some basic nursing skills. Let me clean and bandage that wound."

She nodded her head.

It was just a flesh wound, and the bullet only grazed her.

After I was done, I told Iris, "I am not sure how much help I can be, but I did belong to the Girl Scouts and learned some survival skills.”

Iris smiled and said, “We have food and water for a few days. We will need to find more We also need to make a shelter of some sort."

We gathered some palm fronds and put them on top of the jet skis to hide them better. Then, we decided to walk inland to find more food and water.

We only walked a short distance when we discovered the island was rich with fruit. There were bananas, coconuts and papayas. We did not find any source of water. We both were tired and returned to the beach, where we left our food and water. 

I sat down in the shade and asked Iris, "What the hell is up with pirates? I thought it was a joke at first."

She replied, "They are just thieves and murderers. They rob the yachts and then hold anyone they feel may be suitable for ransom. The rest, if you are a man, they kill them or just throw them into the ocean. If you are a woman. Well, I don't think I need to elaborate on that. Since we are witnesses and women, they may search for us." 

I thought for a minute and asked, "Should we go further inland or hide somehow?" 

She replied, "Yes, we will do that. We also need to make sure that we are alone on this island. This could be an island that the pirates use for a base. Let's get some rest today and tonight."

We made a makeshift bed out of some leaves, fell asleep, and used our life jackets as pillows.

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Over the next few weeks, we made a lean-to and found a small stream for a water source. We taught each other how to catch fish. I was good at it as a kid.

As time passed, we went further into the island and worried less about pirates.

The one thing we did not have was more clothes. When this happened, I only had my bikini under a shirt and shorts. All Iris had was her uniform, her bra, and her panties.

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Sitting on the beach and in our lean-to, my mind wandered. I would think about all the food I missed. I also miss the bathroom and the comforts of home, like a bed. I was lucky to bring my makeup bag. Not that I needed makeup, but it had some useful tools, like razors and nail clippers. 

I also thought about my ex-boyfriend and how I missed sex. As much as he pissed me off, I would give anything to have his cock in me.

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After a couple of weeks, I thought this would be my life forever, and I would die on this rock. My clothes were beginning to show wear, and so were Iris's clothes.

One night, Iris said, "April, we need to discuss our clothes. At this rate, we won't have anything left in a few months. I think when we are swimming or just lying around, we should go naked and stay out of the sun as much as possible. We have seen each other naked plenty of times, and I don't have a problem with it."

I stood up, stripped my clothes off, folded them on a rock, and said, "Neither do I."

We came to spend more time naked than clothed after we got used to it. I came to love being nude, and Iris did too.

I noticed Iris was beautiful. Golden blonde hair, perfect thirty-four c breasts, and an ass that would melt most men. Maybe I was getting horny. Whatever the case was, I needed sex. I had never had a bi experience, but at this point, it might be the only sex I might ever have again.

One evening, just as we finished our dinner, I asked Iris, "Did you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"

She replied, "I did have a boyfriend. We were engaged. Do you remember Joey, who helped us get off the yacht? He was my fiancé. I guess it will never happen now that he is probably dead."

I went over to her, hugged her, and held her. 

I pulled away and said, "Iris, I am so sorry. I had no idea."

She leaned in and hugged me, and the feeling of her breasts rubbing against mine began to make me wet.

We made eye contact briefly, and I knew she wanted to kiss as much as I did.

I leaned into her and kissed her. Our tongues danced with each other. 

I had never kissed a woman before, but I was enjoying this.

I felt Iris's fingers probe down my belly, finally ending on my lips. 

She rubbed my clit, and I knew she could feel how soaked I was.  

One finger in my pussy was soon followed by another. I stopped kissing her, and my head bucked backward with pleasure.  

She pushed me back onto the sand and then used her magical tongue on my pussy. 

Never had I gotten this much pleasure being eaten. My pussy was flowing like a river. 

She lapped up all my goo and did not stop for what seemed like an eternity.  

If the pirates or anyone was nearby, I am sure they could hear my moans of pleasure.

Iris pulled her head up and asked, "How was that?"

I replied, "You're joking. That was the best. I want to do you, too, but I have never done it before. I may need a little coaching."

She smiled and said, "I would love to coach you."

I got up and pushed her back into the sand and ran my nails up her legs until they reached her pussy. I probed her with one of my fingers, gently pushing it in and out. I could see her eyes close, and her head lean back in approval. 

I took the tip of my tongue and licked her button as I used my fingers on her.

Iris moaned and moaned the more I licked her, and finger fucked her. Her pussy was flowing, and I think she needed to be fucked as much as I did.

She clinched my hair as I ate her, finally bucking like a horse as she had an orgasm. 

Iris stood up and said, "Let's try to trib each other. My pussy wants to fuck yours."

We scissored our legs so our pussies could rub together.

The feeling of her wet mound against mine was like heaven. We pushed and rubbed our pussies together into the wee hours of the night.

Both of us were exhausted from all the sex, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up the next day, the first thing I thought of was how much I enjoyed the sex last night. I also thought Iris was more than a friend now. She was now a lover. A lover who may be the only lover I ever have again.

I watched her as she opened her eyes and looked at me; her smile said it all.

From that day forward, we both had newfound energy. Life was not over, and we had another reason for survival. 

We made a nicer and more weatherproof lean-to. We walked almost the entire island, assuring ourselves that this was not a pirate-used island.

Although we had never seen a plane overhead, we made a big SOS of rocks on the beach in case one flew over.

Our lovemaking became more frequent and fun. We tried tribbing in the ocean, and the salt and waves added to our pleasure. The splashing of the waves against us as our pussies rubbed together became almost a daily occurrence.

We would also use coconut juice on our pussies as a treat when we ate each other. 

We also fucked each other with bananas. It became a contest to see who could find the largest one.

As much fun as we had, we both missed civilization and wanted to be rescued.

We took turns fishing in the ocean. One of us would fish, and the other would gather fruit, boil water, and fill our canteens. We never let our campfire go out, knowing our supply of matches would not last forever.

This was my day fishing, and I was up to my neck in water, and suddenly I saw a jet ski. My heart sank. Was this the pirates again? I swam to shore as fast as I could, trying not to be discovered by the person on the jet ski.  

I grabbed Iris, pointed to the sea, and said, "Look. Do you think it is pirates again?"

She stood there, squinted, and slowly moved towards the shore. I tried to slow her down in fear it was a pirate.

She turned to me and said, "That's no pirate, it's Joey."

She ran into the ocean, screaming out his name. He turned his jet ski towards her and jumped off it when she was just a few feet away.

He grabbed her and flung her into the air in joy. They hugged in the ocean for a long time before he got back on it and parked near ours.

They came over to me hand in hand, and Joey said, "I am thrilled to see you, April. I never thought I would see either one of you again." 

I asked him, "How did you find us? What happened to the yacht? I have a million questions, and I am sure Iris does too." 

Joey replied, "Let's go find some shade, and I will tell you everything." 

We went to our campsite and sat down, and Joey continued, "The yacht was sunk at sea, and so was the pirate ship. One of the pirate bullets hit our fuel lines, and the yacht exploded. With the fire, it caught the pirate ship on fire and sank it too."

Iris asked, "How did you survive all that?"

Joey replied, "I was still down below with the other jet skis. I was tying up a float tube that was made to hold supplies on my jet ski with more fuel and food. I was just about to go on top and get the captain and as many others as I could when the explosion happened, knocking me down. When I got up, all I saw were flames, and I knew I had to get off or go down with the ship. I drove away from the yacht and saw another explosion, blowing up what was left of the yacht into a million pieces. I lost all hope of finding anyone else and sped away in the general direction you two took off in."

Iris asked, "How did you find us?" Then she giggled and said, "What took you so long?"

Joey grabbed Iris, kissed her, and said, "I am so fucking happy to see you. You too, April."

I was so happy for Iris, but I knew my best friend and lover belonged to someone else. I was still glad for her, but had a slight twinge of jealousy. 

Joey explained, "When I left the yacht, I had several cans of fuel I towed, and I have been island hopping, looking for you two. I was on my last two cans of fuel and knew this island might have been as far as I could go. By the grace of God, I found you two."

That night, we had a feast of fish and fruit and a bonfire, knowing that the pirates who had attacked us were dead. 

Iris and Joey caught up with each other, and I knew I was now a third wheel. 

I made a new bed out of a few leaves away from them and said, "Time for me to go to bed. I will sleep over here, giving you two some privacy."

Iris walked over to me, kissed me, and said, "Thank you, April."

I put my head on my life jacket to sleep. Within a few minutes, I heard Iris moaning. I knew they were making love.

Tears fell from my face, but I kept telling myself this was for the best. I also thought that if I were in her shoes, I would do the exact same thing.

I woke up the following morning before either one of them did. I don't think I slept a wink. I now knew that I wanted to get rescued more than ever.

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Our days did not change much. Joey did a lot of the work that we were doing, so there was a little more downtime. 

We spent much of that time trying to devise a plan to get rescued. 

Joey was surprised that we had never heard from or seen a plane looking for us and the yacht. 

The nights were the same. I moved my bed further away, so I did not have to listen to them making love, but it did not help.

One night, I got up, snuck behind some bushes, and watched them make love. I could see him pump his cock into her soaked pussy. In and out, he would go, and Iris would moan and moan. I wanted that cock in me and that pussy in my mouth.

I began masturbating watching them. It felt so good fucking myself watching them. My head would cock backward the deeper I put my fingers in myself. I mistakenly let out a moan and saw Iris look my way.

I hurried back to my bed and felt so stupid being a voyeur. 

The next morning, I was fishing when Iris tapped on my shoulder and asked, "Did you enjoy the show last night?"

I turned towards Iris and said, "I am so sorry. I don't mean to be that way. I was just curious."

She replied, "No need to be sorry. I understand we shared a lot before he came here. I even told Joey about it, and he said he was cool with it. I also know how much you like sex, so I talked with Joey this morning, and if you want to, I am willing to share him with you. I will join in if that makes you feel more comfortable. What do you think, April?" 

To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. 

At first, I did not know what to say, but the thought of getting fucked by a cock made me almost instantly wet.

I stuttered out, "Really? You will let him fuck me, and you will watch and join in?"

Iris smiled and said, "Exactly. We may be here the rest of our lives, and I can't be that selfish. It probably would happen sooner than later, so why not enjoy it?"

I hugged and kissed her and said, "Thank you."

I stood in the ocean and continued to fish. The water splashing on my face was not the only thing that was wet.

That night, after dinner, it was awkward. I did not know what to do or say.

Finally, Joey said, "I know there is some tension in the air. Maybe even some anticipation. So let me get this party started, and April, you can suck my cock first." 

He pulled out his cock and walked over to me and stuck it right in my face. I licked the head of his cock as Iris watched. She began masturbating, watching me. 

I cleaned his balls off with my tongue and jerked him off with my hand. The salt from the ocean mixed with his flavor was delicious.

I got up and pushed him down in the sand so I could mount that hard cock. I mounted him and guided his cock into my eager pussy. I went slowly on top of him. I wanted him to last. I wanted multiple orgasms.

Iris walked in front of me and watched as I went up and down on her fiancé’s cock.

I know she could tell how much I loved this by the expression on my face.

Iris pushed her pussy right in my face and said, "Eat me. I know Joey would love to watch that as he fucks you." 

I put my tongue on her spot and began to lick her pussy. I looked down briefly and saw Joey's eyes glued to me as I ate Iris.

Joey said, "I am close."

I got off him and said, "Not yet. Fuck me doggie style, and I will eat Iris as you do."

Iris got on the sand and lay back. I got down on all fours and began to eat her, and then I felt Joey's cock go back into my pussy. He did not last much longer and filled my pussy up with his cum.

I kept eating Iris and Joey watched until she filled my face with her goo.

We all fell back into the sand, and nothing was said until Iris said, "Let us know, Joey, when you can get it up again for round two."

It went on all night, with none of us falling asleep until the wee hours of the morning.

The next day, we all went for a morning swim in the ocean.

Iris said, "That was so much fucking fun last night. I could do that for the rest of our lives, or at least until Joey's cock falls off."

We all laughed until Joey yelled, "Be quiet. I hear a motor." 

Iris and I looked out into the ocean and saw nothing. 

Joey said, "Look up."

There was a helicopter in the distance.  

Joey ran to the campfire and threw the little gasoline we had left on it and some more wood. The flames shot up, catching a nearby palm on fire.

The helicopter turned towards us until it was right over us. We all pointed to the SOS we had made of rocks, and the pilot gave us a thumbs-up.

The helicopter took off, and an hour later, a Coast Guard cutter was right offshore. We all swam towards it, jumping on board.

As we sailed from our island, it was strange to look at Iris and Joey and know that last night was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

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Sometimes life is about being in the right place at the right time, and sometimes tragically in the wrong place. I still think of those poor souls who lost their lives on that yacht.

What I did not know was that the yacht that sank belonged to Joey’s father. It seems that his dad owns a lot of things and is a billionaire.

You would think that after being stranded on an island, we would be sick of it. It is quite the opposite. We all loved the beach and the life we had on it.

Joey’s dad bought that island and decided to build a house for Joey and Iris and build a small one for me. He also is going to build a small adult-only resort on the other side of the island, which Joey will oversee. Iris will be the manager, and I will be the activities director. Until the resort is built, we will all work in some capacity at Joey’s dad's empire.

Iris and Joey got married, and I was the maid of honor.

We all still share partners, occasionally to relive that time on the island and the sex is better than ever.  

This arrangement will only last as long as I am single. They both want me to find a life partner. I do, too, but I am not looking all that hard.