Sailing Away From Reality Ch. 06

Slowly she felt his other masculine hand, as it glided down over her naked skin and descended in-between her legs. As her head spun with his kisses and caresses, she slowly felt him sexually massaging his way through the folds of her skin that lead to her sex.

Curiously and with nervous anticipation, she waited and wondered, while his fingers, wet with her essence, slowly began rubbing up against her opening.

Then it happened, she felt him slip inside. Entering, it sent a erotic jolt deeply throughout the core of her being, as it was a sensation she had never felt before, since she'd never even inserted a tampon inside herself.

Excitement gripped her as she felt him slowly sliding his warm, wet finger in and out of her body and her mind blurred as it was assaulted by an awesome new array of incredible feelings that took her breath away.

After a few minutes, she felt him slow down, as he forced another wet finger slowly inside of her. The stretching feeling brought her even more pleasure along with a little pain, as her young innocent body swelled for the first time to accommodate him. Again her breathing began to shallow and she panted, enjoying each of the new amazing sensations, as she fought against the pain.

Before she knew it, she felt his fingers totally retreat out of her and as she felt herself closing, she sensed a larger, even wider object beginning to force it's way inside.

She knew that it was his manhood, as his huge mass began pushing into her narrow opening, spreading her even wider open than she'd ever been before. While she felt even more intense pleasure, but she cried out with the pain and fear of what was happening to her.

Then she heard her mother's voice and looking up, she watched as tribal princess dropped a spinning jewel in front of her eyes. While it glistened and spun above her, she heard the princess's calming voice telling her to just relax and watch.

As she watched the glowing jewel spin all her fears began to fade to nothing and after a while, the pain along with them totally subsided and simply vanished away forever.

Her mind was now only focused on the joyful pleasures of sex, as Jennifer relaxed completely and felt herself opening wider and wider, utterly accepting this wonderful man's penis, as he pushed through her barrier and buried himself deep up inside her.

The feeling was exquisite, as she now felt no pain, but only indescribable pleasure, as he began rocking his whole length in and out of her for the first time.

As he rocked, faster and faster, in and out; her vibrating pussy began to pulsate with such intense pangs of arousal that began to burst and radiated throughout every cell of her body.

Her breathing quickened, as she began gasping for air and began moaning under all the unimaginable pleasures that kept building and exploding all over her body.

Finally the explosions got so overwhelmingly strong and incredibly intense that she couldn't stop herself from erupting into orgasmic bliss for the first time.

Screaming and moaning, her mind was completely overwhelmed by seemingly endless torrents of powerful, pulsating sensations that kept exploding all over her body and cascaded throughout her sexually deluged brain.

Feeling a spraying sensation deep inside herself, she proudly realized that she'd also gotten him off too. His cum, acting like a catalyst, propelled her body into another series of mind-blowing eruptions, as her mind was savagely rocked yet again by another series of even larger, more powerful, throbbing orgasms.

Beaming and giggling, her mother and her had left the village that night. Walking and talking, they joyfully descended down the trail, as her mother, beaming with pride, shared many more sexual secrets and insights. Blushing and feeling like she'd never felt before, Jennifer shyly had to confess her enjoyment for sex, especially for all those heart-pounding orgasms.

From then on the island women, along with her mother taught her many of these mystical ways, but that was before her mother died, just before she turned 18.

After her mother's death, her grieving father moved back to America, taking Jennifer along with him. Jennifer adjusted to the strange and very restrictive ways of her new homeland by adopting a far more modest and rather bland lifestyle just to fit in.

Putting away her Island ways, she became very conservative as she left for college. Studying hard, she was a model student, as she quickly attained her degree and became a well-respected history teacher.

At college she also met the love of her life, Talmal. He was a very quiet, somewhat insecure man, who loved the fact that she didn't flaunt herself by showing off her body. Falling in love with his quiet, reserve nature, she'd put away all of her wicked island ways and had become even more reserved just to please him.

She mentioned that Talmal was taking her on this cruise, as an anniversary present, so she could visit the islands where she'd spent so much time growing up.

While she talked I was hit by inspiration and something flashed in the back of my mind. Getting up, I checked the ship's itinerary; maybe it was fate or just my luck, but tomorrow was our cruise's first port of call that just happened to be the port of Ocho Rios, Jamaica.

Wondering I thought, "Could I 'revert' this lovely woman back into her 'younger, wilder and more wicked' island ways and enjoy this island with her in far more exotic and exciting fashion?"

Looking at her naked, incredibly hot, body, I said, "Tonight while you sleep, you will throw aside every outside influence and when morning comes, you'll again be a free spirited 'Island Girl'!"

"We'll explore Ocho Rio tomorrow and you'll do everything you can to show me as many of these exotic island delights as you can!"

I watched her dazed pretty face, as every one of my words sank deeply into her brain. After a few seconds, I asked, "What will you do tomorrow?" checking to see her reaction.

To my delight, flatly she began stating a slew of things that she was planning on taking me to. While I didn't understand everything, I still knew that tomorrow was going to be one interesting and very exciting day.

Satisfied, I told her to sleep, realizing that we'd both needed all our strength to enjoy our island hopping day of adventure tomorrow. Closing my eyes, excitedly I fought to get to sleep, as I wondered about what tomorrow's travels might hold.

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Bright and early the next morning, Jennifer awoke full of energy. Excitedly, she shook me awake proclaiming that she had many places she wanted to take me to and a lot of 'Island' rituals she wanted us to experience together.

Groggy, I was barely able to shake the cobwebs out of my head and get dressed, before she was grabbing my hand and racing us out the door. We didn't even catch breakfast, as Jennifer excitedly pulled me off the ship.

Half-trotting, we raced past all the normal harbor shops, as Jennifer said that she wanted to show me the 'Real' Island, not just these bland 'White-washed Americanized' tourist traps.

Passing by all the bright, colorful harbor storefronts and restaurants, we traveled back inland. Getting hungry, she took me to a rather dusty little cafe, in the first quaint little town we came upon. While not being as sterile as the port restaurants, the people there were marvelous and atmosphere was absolutely amazing.

Jennifer ordered for us and when our food arrived, it didn't look very appetizing, but with her prodding, I gave it a try and was treated to a 'true' taste of the island. With each bite, I savored wonderful flavors and spices I'd never enjoyed before.

While we were eating, an older lady, I think she was the owner, walked up and saying something in Portuguese, struck up a conversation with Jennifer. Jennifer responded by immediately jumping up and giving her a big hug.

Sitting back down, she said that the woman was one of her Mother's old friends. Then they returned to talking Portuguese, as both ladies rambled on and on and the older woman began smiling at me with an almost evil glint in her eyes.

I sat there totally clueless, not comprehending even a single word of what they were saying. With each exchange, the heavy set, older woman would burst into laugher and then reply with an even louder, more laughing response. A good five minutes went by, as they both laughed and cackled away.

Jennifer finally began nodding and looked like she was agreeing with whatever the gray haired lady was suggesting as they finally hugged goodbye and the heavyset lady left.

When I asked Jennifer what they'd been discussing, she seemed to be a little aloof, as she said that they'd just talked about some of the fun places and things that we could do together. Somehow all the laughing seemed a little much for just talking about local attractions that we could visit.

Finishing our meal, I was paying the bill, when to my surprise the owner walked up again. Placing a simple necklace of what appeared to be a vial of island sand around Jennifer's neck as we were about to leave, Jennifer gave her another hug as she thanked her again and we waved goodbye.

Looking back, the haunting image of this larger island woman gave me chills, as she evilly smiled at me with a wickedly strange look in her eyes. This made me wonder even more about what I was getting myself into.

Outside, Jennifer seemed struck by inspiration, as she now twisted the necklace containing the vial of sand excitedly in her hand. Energetically, she suggested that she wanted to take me to a special place on the island that she swore I'd totally love.

So we hit a local old bike shop and rented two beat-up little scooters. Sputtering along, we headed out, down the little road and up into the hills.

We rode together through the luscious topical foliage, as we slowly climbed into the hills. Climbing higher and higher, I marveled at the island's picturesque splendor, as this delectable woman in front of me was whisking me away into the jungle.

Our once massive cruise ship faded away behind us, until it was little more than an insignificant speck in a charming tiny harbor that was surrounded by the most incredibly blue ocean.

We'd past though a couple of tiny dirty old towns, which consisted of little more than few clusters of shanty shacks and I was kind of wondering where we were going or if we were ever going to stop.

After more than an hour we finally crested the top of a hill and another larger patch of civilization welcomed us. Well at least this place looked like a town, I thought, as we pulled into a little old gas station and shacking out our legs, we viewed the rest of the town's tiny row of businesses.

"How are you enjoying the Ride?" Jennifer asked, as I started filling the tanks on our bikes.

"It's incredibly scenic, one of the most beautiful places I've ever visited." I replied.

"I need a break," she said, "Why don't we catch lunch here, there's a restaurant over there that serves some of the best food on the island!"

I followed her down the street and into a halfway nice restaurant, we grabbed a table out on its back, shaded deck. Feeling the tropical breezes sweetly caressing our faces, Jennifer suggested that we try some of the island's more exotic dishes.

Along with ordering lunch for us, Jennifer also ordered us a couple of VooDoo Lagers; a dark, somewhat bitter local beer, for us to enjoy while our food cooked.

The restaurant was rustic to say the least and nothing to write home about, but the spectacular, breath-taking views from that back deck, were simply unbelievable and worth the whole trip.

There I sat in this tropical paradise, enjoying one of the most incredible specimens of island womanhood, as her eyes twinkled with every word she spoke.

When our food arrived, Jennifer was delighted, as she initiated me into more of the island's true spicy Cajun heritage. My taste buds were on fire, but never had I enjoyed a meal more. Guzzling down my drink, I quickly ordered another and another as I began to get slightly buzzed.

Finishing our meal, I was feeling really good. So when Jennifer suggested that I try an even hardier local drink, I readily agreed.

Then to my surprise, she even got up and went to the bar herself to order it. I watched as the bartender took about half the bottles from the bar to mix up Jennifer's concoction.

Returning, she was the most beautiful waitress I'd ever seen, as she eagerly offered me the potent fusion of liquors for my approval. Looking up at her big, flirty smile, I took a belt.

Whoa.... I had some strong drinks, but nothing like this. It hit my mind like a sledgehammer and knocked me sideways. In my slightly drunken state, I hadn't noticed that the necklace vial that Jennifer was still wearing was now empty, as I drained the tall glass down.

Finishing, my mind faded into oblivion, as I sat looking into Jennifer's incredibly deep, dark eyes, as if they were my whole world.

When she suggested that I follow her, I immediately stumbled to my feet and without even paying the bill wandered out after her. Arriving back at the front entrance, she asked me for my wallet and fumbling, I handed it to her. She simply laid it on the bar as we left.

Normally, I would have been alarmed at this, but as she cutely beckoned, I abandoned it behind and stumbled out of the restaurant after her.

Tantalizingly strolling to the back of the building, Jennifer found a small trail. Gesturing for me to follow her, she began to climb up it. The way I was feeling and how gorgeous this marvelous woman looked, I'd follow her anywhere.

Totally bewitched and smashed, I stumbled up this overgrown jungle trail after her, following her amazing sexy sway, as I left the last remnants of civilization far behind.

We climbed farther and deeper into the jungle. In the middle of nowhere, slowly I began to feel the rumble of drums accompanied by high-pitched voices chanting to the rhythmic beat. Finally the trail opened up into a clearing and a primitive jungle village appeared.

As we approached, a large band of nearly naked native women came rushing up to greet Jennifer. Hugging and kissing her, they laughed and ogled me, as I stumbled along helplessly behind her.

One woman, who seemed to be their leader or princess yelled out a command and I watched as the first man, I'd seen there, fanatically raced up to her holding a large old wooden jug.

Opening the spout, she poured the dark liquid in a large wooden goblet and handed it to Jennifer. Holding her nose, she passed it on to me and told to me to drink.

I was so out of it and so thirsty from our hike that I eagerly guzzled down the thoroughly disgusting fluid, without even stopping for air. If the first drink at the bar was a sledgehammer, this drink was more like a wrecking ball, slamming into my mind and obliterating everything.

My legs immediately collapsed, as I fell to the ground with eyes wildly blurring with strange and weird fuzzy visions. I felt arms grab me and as I tried to look up, they began dragging me towards the longest, largest shack that prominently stood at the far end of the village.

As they pulled me through the opening, I was hit by a hot blast of smoke and heat. Dropping me near the entrance, I wallowed around in the dirt, as my blurry eyes slowly adjusted to the fire lit, smoked filled room.

Then all women of the village came in and took up positions along each side of the long, large fire pit, which split the room in two. As my head was swimming, I couldn't believe my eyes as the tribal queen brushed past me and still holding Jennifer's hand, lead her straight through the fire pit to the other side.

Through the smoke filling, torch lit room I watched, as the Princess stood before a large stone monument. Grabbing a long ornamental rod, she scooped some embers out of the pit and touched them against the stone, which exploded to life with a flash like gunpowder.

As the smoke cleared, I saw brilliant, flaming embers like enormous fireflies began to swirl into a huge magically ball that revolved above the altar.

Grabbing a jewel-encrusted scepter, she began spinning the large sparkling tip into the middle of this flaming ball. As it spun, a strange oscillating humming and whistling sound began to envelop the room. Pulling the scepter back out, it glowed as if it was on fire, casting an eerie glow around the room.

I watched in stunned amazement, as she lifted the lid off a large basket and spinning the scepter over it, ever so slowly, a rather large multicolored snake began to rise out of it.

Thoroughly entranced, the snake swayed back and forth helplessly following her fiery wand, as she slowly rocked it back and forth. Reaching forward, the princess gently snatched the sleepy creature and placed it over her shoulders.

The snake instinctively wrapped itself around her, as its head slithering in front of her, still following the glow of the burning scepter's tip. Turning back, she now began twirling the scepter in front of Jennifer's eyes.

With in seconds, Jennifer, just like the snake before her, stood utterly entranced and swaying, as the fiery scepter's glistening lights flashed into her eyes. Commanding her, Jennifer hands slowly followed the princess's orders, as she completely disrobed.

Then the tribal princess commanded something in her tribal dialect that I didn't understand. I watched as Jennifer's hand slowly raised open in front of her.

Placing the scepter into it, the princess spoke and Jennifer's hand closed, gripping it tight. Commanding her yet again, Jennifer's other arm slowly raised straight out in front of her.

I watched as the princess also extended her own arm creating a fleshy bridge, which the snake now used to slowly slithered across, following the scepter to it's new owner.

Directing her again, Jennifer lowered her arm, placing it on the scepter and began to spin it. Picking up speed, it slowly began to eerily whistle, hum and sparkle, as both Jennifer's and the snake's eyes became spellbound again.

Following the Tribal princess's commands, Jennifer turned around and still spinning the scepter slowly began to walk barefoot back across the fire pit straight towards me.

The spectacular vision of this sweat-beaded, snake adorned, naked woman was etched forever into my mind. The sizzling sounds that each drop of her sweat made as they enticingly fell and vaporized into the pit below her feet was a memory I'd never forget or so I thought.

Slowly, hauntingly, she seductively meandered towards me and exiting the pit, she stopped and stood over me. Looking up from the ground, I was treated to the awesomely delectable sight of Jennifer's naked sweat-drenched body, as she towered nude above me.

My eyes wanted so badly to drink in all her naked beauty, but to my surprise, I found that I couldn't take my eyes off the spinning scepter that twirled tantalizingly in her hands.

As scepter's eerie music whistled it my brain; my already spinning head went into overdrive and before long I was floating far, far away.

I heard words and my body, by itself, slowly arose. Standing in front of her, I gazed, lost in the ruby's fiery beauty, as I heard more of her words pounding into my brain.

My arm seemed to rise by itself and reach open-handed towards her, as I felt a stabbing, jabbing pain. Groaning, my blurry eyes briefly broke away, as vaguely made out the snake with its fangs buried deeply into my wrist.

I should have moved, but everything was numb, as I felt its venom flow into my veins. After the attack, Jennifer quickly removed the snake, as I immediately dropped and feverishly lay writhing on the ground, feeling like I'd never felt before.