The Isle of Juarez

Flying can sometimes be a hazardous form of travel, but in this day and age it is an absolute necessity. I once was on a Kenya Airways flight from Nairobi on route to Dubai. We were about two hours into a five hour flight when the aircraft just dropped for about three seconds, the plane regained control, climbed back up to cruising altitude when the captain announced over the intercom, “Sorry about that Ladies and Gentleman we flew into a heavy thunderstorm that our radar system failed to detect. Everything is fine now.” But we all knew better. You see a plane full of passengers starts to worry when they see a lovely dark Kenyan Airways flight attendant turn ghostly pale.

But does that mean we should bunker ourselves up in our homes and never set foot out of the country of our birth? No, for a man that fails to travel the world ends up marrying his sister….

The sun shone on the face of Beaux Grear and he awoke instantly, the last memory he had in his mind was a plane going down in mid air somewhere over the Pacific Ocean near the island of Tonga. He was on an American Airways Flight bound for Christchurch from LA when the plane lost cabin pressure and went down. He first checked his body for any broken bones, not finding any he got up and looked at the beach he was washed up on and wondered where he was. The next thought that came to him was whither there were any other survivors besides him, he walked along the beach towards the life raft that was washed up on the shore a bit of a way of from where he was washed up. “Hello… is there anybody here?” as the words came out of Grear’s mouth he heard the stifled moan of a human come from within the raft. He moved around the shell of the shaft and found a woman spread out on the floor, as Grear moved closer he could see she was alive.

 As she turned to look at Grear he asked “You ok Maam?”
“I am fine, where are we?”
“Don’t really know, the name’s Beaux Grear, I’m a salvage diver from LA,” he extended his hand in the customary greeting.
“Monique Alexander, I’m a purser from Reconquista” Monique shook his hand and preceded to look around at where they were.
“Think we’re somewhere off the coast of Tonga, but I have never come across this island before.”
“Is that natural?” Grear asked
“I’ve done this flight many times; this was my fourth Christchurch flight this month and we have never ever come across this island.”
“Well it won’t hurt to look around,” Grear remarked as he got up and offered his hand to Monique.

A little distance in from the shore was a lush green forest with a volcanic mountain, nestled into the mountain was a palace that was in plain sight of the beach quite a way off, Grear and Alexander assumed that this would be the best place to look for any sign of life. Halfway during the walk through the forest Monique got startled buy a sound in the bush, fearing it was a wild animal she moved in closer to Beaux and held onto his arm, he could also sense that they were not alone but also that there was no immediate danger.

As they moved closer to the palace they could hear the hustle and bustle of people at the temple and could smell the sweet fragrance of incense burning. They walked into the clearing surrounding the palace and saw a group of half naked woman sitting on the grass in front of the palace enjoying a lunch of fruit and honey.

One of them looked up placed her apple down and walked towards Grear and Alexander. “Welcome to the isle of Juarez, my name is Daphne. You must be survivors of the plane crash, come my mistress would want to see you.”

So they followed Daphne up the hill towards the palace gardens, finally up a flight of stairs into an antechamber where the sheets that covered the doorways were pulled apart to let the light in. The size of the antechamber was not immense but was big enough to be a dinning room and a lounge together, the walls were covered with creeper vines which had made their way in from the walls outside; the floor was made up of alabaster blocks placed in such a way that they formed a natural path to the centre of the room. In the centre was a raised square dias with eight stairs leading up to it from all four directions. The corners of the alter were framed buy pillars four metres high with an arched roof, forming a barrier within the various pillars were sheets of jade see through material. Within the alter itself were three lounging couches and a Persian rug on the floor. On the floor sat some musicians dressed the same as the other woman, one was playing a harp, one a lire while the other two moved rhythmically in time with the music in seductive circular motions.

“Bring them closer,” Came the order from inside the antechamber. As Beaux and Monique entered the antechamber they saw the most exquisite lady imaginable laid out on the couch at the back. She was dressed in a one piece toga of Red silk which was bound over her right shoulder. Her hair was auburn and was draped over the left shoulder. Beaux could see that she was a tall woman and was obviously the leader of the island. As the leader was about to address them Monique saw the two dancers approach each other, the one began fondling the others breasts while the other made light seductive kisses on her partners lips.
“So you survived the crash, you are very lucky,” The leader said, “My name is Delphi and this is my island, you are welcome here as long you like.” Delphi didn’t even notice the presence of Monique in the room, all her attention was on the six foot male in front of her.

He couldn’t have weighed more than two hundred pounds and had a six pack like a God, his skin was tanned and his facial hair suggested that he was not a business man, he had a roughness about him that Delphi liked, as she stared into his green eyes she realised the was talking to her.
“May we freshen up and have some sleep? We are tired from the crash?”
“Yes of course; Daphne will show you to some rooms.”

The walk to the rooms was down a long passage that ran away from the antechamber in a westerly direction, every so often there were rooms where half naked woman dressed in a simple white sheets around their waists were either meditating or playing instruments and dancing around in the same way that the dancers in the antechamber danced, they walked past a bigger room which had a rock pool in the middle, it was obviously a spa as various woman where getting massages as they lay out fully naked on the rock made tables surrounding the pool. “Your rooms are this way” Daphne called to Monique. She hadn’t realised that she was staring at the sights within the room and couldn’t take her eyes off it. As she caught up with the others they made the final stretch of the journey. “Your double room is here you…”
“We would like single rooms please,” said Beaux as he interrupted Daphne.
“Yes of course, they are right over here” Daphne gestured to a right stairwell, as they finished climbing the stairs Daphne announced, “Lady Delphi has ordered a feast in your houner, the festivities begin at sundown.” Beaux and Monique moved to their rooms which were big enough to fit eight double beds in. the rooms were connected buy a passage, but that never mattered to Beaux or Monique as they were comatose as soon as their heads hit the pillows of their beds.

Monique awoke to the sound of a huge gong being sounded in the centre of the palace, as she walked out to her balcony she saw Beaux standing looking at the string of woman making their way towards the centre of the palace where the couple was earlier in the day.
“Did you sleep well Miss Alexander?” Beaux asked as he still looked at the procession.
“Well enough thanks, I had a dream about you, I remember how you saved me from the raft, I thought I would die.”
“It was one of my better moments,” Beaux admitted as he turned to move inside and get ready for the ‘festivities’
“Did I thank you for saving me?” Monique asked as she took  Beaux’s hand and moved inside.
“No I don’t think you did,” Beaux was stopped dead in his tracks due to the nature of the question.
“I will.”

The couple was met at the bottom of the stairwell by a group of ladies, two ladies took the couple’s hand and led them down the path that was strewn with rose petals, all along the wall kerosene torches were lit to illuminate the path leading to the antechamber. As they got to the chamber all Beaux and Monique could see was a large circle of woman in a one piece dress with a wreath of laurels in their hair. In the middle of the circle Delphi was about to make a speech.

“Ladies, we are the daughters of the earth and we pride ourselves on the life that we live on this island, we have survived for years with limited men, who are here purely as our slaves,” Delphi looked to a stairwell that was at the opposite her outside the circle. “Bring the slaves in.” At that moment thirty men naked but for a loincloth over their waists entered the circle and came to stop opposite every second female. “Although they are our slaves our lust for love is strong, and the purpose of these celebrations is to celebrate our femininity, so let go and let’s enjoy life. Ladies reveal yourselves” On cue the ladies took off their dresses and made their way to the men in front of them, the woman out numbered the men two to one, as the one lady took off the loincloth and gave the male a hand job the other lady kissed the male and let him caress her breasts. Soon there were scenes of sexual debauchery strewn all across the room, within minutes of the males entering; excited moans and breathless panting could be heard all around. “Come with me.” It was Daphne who spoke and led Monique and Beaux towards the dias.

As they approached it they passed two women in a sexual embrace as the ‘slave’ that they were cavorting with was having his cock sucked by a lady from a different group who never had a ‘slave’. As Beaux and Monique entered the antechamber Delphi was standing with her back to them admiring the view of mass couples having sex all around the room below her. “Every month it’s the same” Delphi said, she turned around and walked straight up to Beaux pushed him down on the couch and ordered a Daphne to play an instrument, as the music came out Delphi started to move seductively over Beaux, she twisted and turned her body in time with the music, she moved her hands over her large breasts and then down her pants towards her pussy, as her fingers entered she let out a sigh of delight. She then knelt with her legs either side of Beaux and kissed him with more passion then Beaux thought possible. Before he knew it she had his cock out and was giving him a hand job while she bit the lower lobe of his ear. She then took her top off and oderd Beaux to fuck her tits. He threw her on the floor, placed his cock in between her tits and started riding them gently.

Monique couldn’t believe the ease at which Beaux was so assertive, he would do anything to please Delphi at that moment and it made Monique wet just thinking of it. She then felt a delicate pair of hands move to the straps of her top, as she slid them off her shoulder the unmistakable voice of Daphne whispered in her ear “They are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, I’m going to please you all night long.” Monique turned around and kissed Daphne without thinking twice. They moved to a couch and started to kiss, their hands were everywhere and for a while they were lost in a sequence of pleasurable nudges and grabs.

Beaux was now looking at the spread eagled figure of Delphi, as she lay on the floor she beckoned him closer with her index finger and ordered him to put his cock in her. “I’ve been a bad girl, treat me like one.” The first thrust that Beaux put in was a violent one, and he could see buy the expression on Delphi’s face that she wanted the knobbing to continue, so he carried on riding her like a rag doll. Every so often he would ask her, “You like that bitch?”
“Oh yes fuck me harder” would be her reply.

As Beaux put her legs over his shoulders to get deeper penetration he looked over at Monique who was having her pussy licked buy Daphne. She was in obvious bliss but could sense that she was being watched. As she looked at Beaux she was getting hot at the sight of his balky frame riding Delphi like no other woman has ever been ridden before, this made her hotter, so hot that she couldn’t control the scream she let out. Secretly the scream excited Beaux and he fucked Delphi even faster with the thought of how hot Monique looked in his head.
“OH YES FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” Delphi screamed as she pulled herself to Beaux’s face and kissed him. After the kiss Beaux looked at Monique and could see her looking at him.
“I want you” he mouthed to her all the while thrusting harder and harder on Delphi.
“Make her cum, and then you can have me with pleasure” Monique mouthed back. She then snapped back to reality and whelped like and injured fox as she came under the urgent licks of Daphne. This made Beaux fuck Delphi the hardest he could and she too subsequently screamed the dias down under her orgasm.

Beaux woke up twenty minutes later with a hand over his mouth, he looked up and saw Monique with her finger over her lips, and she moved to his ear and whispered “Let’s go back to my single room.”
As they crossed the threshold Monique took Beaux’s cock out and gave him the best blowjob of his life. After he came in her mouth she looked up at him. “Do they always give such great blowjobs in Reconquista?” Beaux asked.
“They fuck even better” was the reply. Beaux picked her up with ease and carried her to the bed where he slammed her down and pounced on her like a jaguar. He kissed Monique for a good five minutes and then ordered her to turn around. She did and Beaux took his cock and put it snugly in her ass. Monique never had anal before and was surprised at how full she felt.
“I’ll be gentle baby,” Beaux whispered as he began thrusting. After a while Monique could feel the burning in her loins, she arched her back, threw her head back and ordered Beaux to ride her like a filly. His thrusts became rough and the posts of the bed slammed on the wall under the thrusting, Monique then put him on his back and began riding him in the reverse cowgirl position, as the tempo increased Beaux slapped her perky ass and she responded instantly. After she whelped out her last scream she lay satisfied next to Beaux. With her back to him she was about to sleep Beaux entered her in the spooning position and rocked back and forth gently until Monique came to an agonisingly slow orgasm.
“Did I thank you for saving me?” she asked
“Nope, you never” he answered
“I will,” was the reply.

Monique and Beaux left the palace at first light and moved to the opposite end of the island from where they came the day before. They found an abandoned cabin and made it their own. One day as Beaux was coming home from hunting Monique was fucking herself with a dildo. Beaux moved in and did the work her hands were doing. When he was done, he fucked her in the missionary position, then doggy style, then spooning and then finally she rode him to a slow orgasm. With her pussy still on his cock she leant over to her ear and said, “thank you for saving me” they never did leave the island.

Regards
Wayne A Knight