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This story has a fairly long lead in before you get to the action, so be patient, and I hope you think it is worth it. Part 2 will be up shortly as well, which will raise the temperature a lot of degrees more. Our boat had conquered 30 foot waves, and horrendous hurricane force winds, and the 6 person crew four men and two women had become a slick team, any rough edges having been long since knocked off.

This race was the third that I had been in, but the first in which there was a mixed sex crew. That gave rise to a few problems, but any macho misgivings had been well and truly dispelled by the sheer ability and professionalism of Angela and Terry. The weeks at sea had turned us all into bronzed, lean athletes, and while friendships had been formed and deepened through our shared experiences, the level of our task left no room for any hint of sex to confuse us.

I had left a wife at home, reconciled to me being away for months on end, not only because of ocean racing, but also because my day job was to take new boats from my boat-builder employer and deliver them to whatever harbour their new owners desired. There was no time for much self doubt or reflection on this leg of the race, though, it had been all tough, hard work, followed by deep sleep, repeating the cycle over and over as we worked the two long shifts.

We were now deep into the South China sea, and heading for safe harbour in Singapore, where we would rest over for a week before the next leg started. The weather reports were worrying, as for days now the pressure had been slowly dropping and the wind gradually increasing. Just north of the Tambelan islands, off the coast of Indonesia, the storm hit.

The skies turned the colour of lead, the sea quickly turned into a maelstrom of high waves, the wind cutting them off and creating dangerous surges. We had seen such conditions before, so no-one was overly worried until we heard on the sat-phone that there was worse to come. There was nothing for it than to try to find some cover, and lie up in the lee of an island, letting the island take the brunt of the storm, while we tried to find shelter on the other side. I had the wheel, and John and Angela were working the sails, taking instructions as we ran for cover.

We were all drenched to the skin, or at last those few clothes that we wore. In this area of the world, temperatures were almost constantly high, so both rain and sea were warm, which at least was something, though the seas now were the worst I had ever encountered. The sat-nav showed me where to head for, and with the depth sounder pinging away, the radar scanning for any hidden obstacles in our way, and we ran for the coast. Ben, Mark and Terry were up on deck as well, as there was no way they were going to sleep, and tied on securely they waited in case one of us needed help or relief.

John was dealing with the foresail, and Angela the mainsail, working the winches to lessen or increase the sail area to suit our progress. The noise was deafening, from thunderclaps and the crashing of waves, all shot through by the screeching of the wind, which our instruments told us was now above 60 mph.

I have no memory of what happened next. I must have blanked out for a short while, as the next thing I knew was that I was in the water, my lifejacket inflated and keeping me from going under too many times. I very nearly had given up, when I felt a sharp pain across the back of my legs.

Another sharp pain hurt my side, and I realised that I was bleeding, but felt enough this time to realise that I was being dragged by the sea across some rocks. Then through the waves, I glimpsed a beach and some trees, and then the water lifted me up and over into the lagoon, from where I limply swan to the shore, and just collapsed on the sand. I staggered to my feet and scanned the horizon over and over, but saw nothing out there.

I must have stood there until it was finally dark, hoping against hope that I would see something of my crew and the boat, but it was fruitless, and sad and dispirited I walked up the beach and lay down, worn out and slept until first light.

I knew roughly where I was, but had nothing on me other than my lifejacket, shorts, and the remnant of the safety line with which I had once been attached to the boat. That looked as though it had snapped, and my waist felt like it had been squeezed in a giant pincer, so I guessed that something had shot me out of the boat with enormous force. The abrasions on my legs had dried up, salt water is a good disinfectant at least. I was starving, so remembering my childhood reading of books like Treasure Island and Robinson Crusoe, I started off down the beach to look for something edible.

It sounds very trite, but there were coconuts, and using a sharp stone to bash in one end of one, I drank the liquid and tore out some pulp. Not bad, but hardly what my belly really wanted. I rounded one headland, and looked out again to sea, hoping to see some trace of our boat, but the sea, which yesterday had been like a cauldron, was flat and calm, and there was nothing to be seen.

There was nothing for it than to keep walking and see what I could find. As I got close, I saw it was Angela, but she was pale and still. I dropped to my knees beside her, and felt her forehead. It seemed that she had hurt her ankle somehow so was limping a bit, and occasionally she took my arm to give her support. As the morning sun warmed us, I became acutely aware of what we wore.

We were both in shorts, me just that, while Angela wore a by now rather dirty white bra. She was a little shorter than me, not difficult as I am 6ft 4, but she must have touched the 6ft mark, and was lithe, long tanned legs and wide shoulders above a slim waist. Her breasts brushed the side of my chest as she used me for support. They were round and firm, and hardly needed the support of a bra. I guessed that was as much for modesty as for anything else, and I was glad for that at least.

We had rounded the island, which must be hardly more than an atoll, and come full circle to where I had come ashore. I just thought that was sort of amusing! My penis obviously also thought so too, as it started to rise, and pushed out the front of my shorts.

I made haste to find more coconuts, cutting off the end husk with a sharp stone and broke it open for her to drink, and then eat the succulent flesh. Once she had eaten, she came close and I slipped my arm around her.

Her flesh felt wonderful, and her lips were even better as we kissed. They were not huge, but firm and tipped by nipples that were now erect, and long. Just right to be sucked, which I started to do with eagerness.

The feel of her nipples between my lips was so sensual, as I licked across the tip of them, one hand feeding her breasts to my mouth in turn, and the other stroking up and down her spine, and occasionally lower to squeeze a hard muscled bottom.

She started to moan under my oral attack on her breasts, and slid her hand down to grasp my straining cock. Quickly undoing my shorts which dropped to the sand, she pulled away and dropped to her knees, taking my member in both hands, rolling it gently and licking across my helmet. Now it was my turn to groan, as her mouth slowly engulfed me, drawing me in, deeper and deeper, until I could feel my cock head pushing into her throat. She gulped on me as she became accustomed to the size of me in her throat, and must have felt me tensing, as she then gently slid me out, holding my slimy cock and looked up at me.

And pushed me hard. Over I went in the soft sand, shouting with surprise. But then she fell onto me, and drawing up her knees, slid my cock into her pussy. She was so tight, it was hard to penetrate her, despite the urgency. I swear I could feel every part of her as I went deeper and deeper, just as she wanted. Her breasts hung over my face as she started to ride me then, and I paid them the attention they deserved, and yearned for, sucking and nipping those lovely long nipples.

Now my hands were on her hips, raising her up along me, and then forcing her down as hard and as fast as I could, my cock hitting deep into her body. She was groaning and shouting, a stream of filth coming from her lips as we just became animals, clawing and tearing at each other, joined together in the primitive dance, until I could hold back no more and started to spurt my ball-fulls of semen into her.

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Mark's young beard started to grow, much to the delight of Jennifer, who teased him about it. Two weeks in the wild without her Lady Bic razor had left Jennifer with a very full bush that peeked out from her bikini, and crept down the inside of her thighs in a rich, dark auburn. Soft, downy dark hair appeared on her legs as well. As for her armpits, what had started as dark, peppery stubble was now thick tufts of luxurious dark hair.

She only had one T-shirt to cover her bikini, and even when she wore it, one could see a dark shadow under her arms. None of this was lost on Mark. He had noticed the lush, dark hair under his sister's arms, and the curls around her bikini. He had always known that his sister was attractive, and had always enjoyed stolen glances at her large, full breasts.

Mark awoke one morning with a raging erection, and was about to go and do something about it when he noticed that Jennifer was already awake. Her eyes were transfixed on his crotch, which throbbed noticeably through his worn out shorts. She slept close to him, so she had a good view of his hard-on. She had raised herself up onto one elbow to get a better look, and he couldn't help but notice the dark hair in her armpit.

This made his cock throb all the more. Her breast was spilling out from her ragged bikini top, and he could see the pink glow of her areola. Jennifer suddenly noticed that his eyes were open, and where they were focused. Ohh, Mark I didn't She quickly closed her arm against her side and looked away in shame. I'm really not feeling all that attractive. But thank you for trying, anyway. He was so overcome with lust that he pressed on with the topic.

The two of them lay there in awkward silence. By this? The hair in my armpits? You look so beautiful that way. Your pits are driving me crazy! And your bush…I can totally see your hair down there from your bikini. Most boys would be grossed out by all this hair," she said. Most guys I know get a secret thrill from seeing a hairy girl. You know, being hairy. I kind of like the way it feels. His pulse quickened as his hand reached his throbbing member. Are you touching it? Are you touching it because of…because of my hairy armpits and my …you know?

Jennifer reached back and slowly undid the bows holding her bikini top in place. Mark took a deep breath as he saw both of her dark, hairy underarms in full view. She was spectacular! Mark slowly pulled down his pants, easing them over his pulsing cock.

Jennifer exhaled sharply as his erect member came into view. She'd had her hands in her boyfriend's pants once before, but this was the first one she'd actually seen up this close. It was a big, thick, throbbing cock, highlighted by veins as it bobbed in front of her. She wanted to feel it, to touch it, taste it, and rub it all over her young, hairy body.

Jennifer reached back and slowly removed her top, exposing her big, soft breasts to her amazed brother. Now it was Mark's turn to gasp as he saw them for the first time. They were large, they were full, and they were round, soft, beautiful, and creamy white against her island tan. Her nipples were large, and tempting.

They were absolutely mouthwatering. Without moving her gaze from his erection, Jennifer slipped off her bikini bottoms. Mark watched in fascination as her massive bush of pubic hair was finally unveiled.

Unable to utter a word, Mark lay down beside her, and tenderly, they began to explore each other. He felt the rise of her soft breasts, and the heat of her nipples. He found the hair under her arms and stroked it lovingly, teasing it with his fingers. Jennifer moved her hand to his cock, and began to stroke it up and down. She jumped, and then groaned in pleasure at his touch, gyrating her bush into his hand as he stroked her outer lips and gently teased her clit.

Jennifer pushed Mark to his side, and then brought her head down to his throbbing erection. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip. She licked it again, her tongue bathing his cock in her warm saliva. They fell to the sandy floor as she pulled him between her legs. Mark's body responded as her hands moved down, parting her thick bush, and she guided his drooling cock to the entrance of her wet, hairy pussy.

We were completely dependent on the wind, and now we had far too much of it. Rain slashed and stung, both of us wearing glasses had a hard time seeing. Not that there was much to see in the darkness, but it still made our work difficult. About eight pm, I struck the sails, as the wind was now howling about us, threatening to topple our boat.

I had Lena activate the distress beacon on the bow, sending an automatic s. The radio just crackled in silent response, depressing us both. I hoped that I was wrong about a nagging suspicion that this storm was turning into a hurricane.

Each time I tried to set a southerly course, the wind or waves tilted the boat over far enough for water to flow over the decks. Lena's hand gripped my arm tight, telling me that she was worried too. In the midst of the commotion, her arms circled my waist and hugged me, easing the tension from me. I looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back. Somewhere around midnight, things started to go wrong in a hurry.

First a wave crashed onto the fore deck, snapping the main mast like a toothpick. I grabbed Lena and pulled her down, just as the mast crashed against the deck.

Another wave washed it off the bow, taking a large piece of the railing with it. Leaping forward, I cut the rigging lines that were fouled and holding the potential battering ram close to the boat. I made the mistake of being in the way as one rope caught my calf and yanked me off my feet. I groped for a handhold, and found a rope, but it was speeding out to sea, with the mast.

The friction burned my hand and through the sleeve of my jacket. The ocean seemed determined to claim me and another wave slammed over the deck, nearly washing me overboard. I heard a scream as I locked my arms around what was left of the railing. Lena turned the rudder hard over, and I rolled back onto the deck, coughing seawater. Lena yelled for me to get back quickly, and I felt like I was moving through molasses.

She said I almost sprinted over the deck. She saw my arm as I took the wheel, trying to keep us upright. The salt water burned and I hissed, but Lena insisted that she wrap it quickly. She came up with the first aid kit and wrapped my arm as best she could in the pitching seas. I was proud of her courage, and she gave me strength. That is until I saw her face was drained of color, her lips pressed tightly together. I asked her what it was. I looked below, and saw that her estimate was correct.

I gave her the wheel and went below, finding that the water was leaking from several long, large cracks in the main deck. The snapping of the mast had taken a toll on the little craft, and now the waves were trying to finish her.

The boat pitched violently, tossing me against the wall. I clambered out and found Lena struggling hard to turn the wheel against the waves. I pushed with her, trying to nose our boat into the next wave, praying that we'd be able to ride out the storm. I looked up through the darkness and saw a vague outline. Something slammed the side of the boat, ripping away the top of the cabin, the wheel and most of the communications gear. Wood split and cracked and I felt something large and heavy roll across my back.

A wave hit hard and we slid towards the edge. I grabbed Lena's life vest and the railing and hooked my feet into what was left of the cabin. We stopped. I pulled her to me and we crawled up, seeing that our boat was now very crippled, her cabin partially smashed and water beginning to flood her below.

I grabbed a duffle bag that had survival equipment, and pulled a small raft from under the afterdeck's compartment. Lena's face told me that she knew it too, but didn't want to go. I didn't either, but it was time. A wave rocked the boat, and a roar filled our ears. The world suddenly seemed to be yanked from under us, Lena falling against me and both of us falling into the flooded cabin. I held on to her as the boat rocked again, tilting at an impossible angle.

Wood complained about stresses, and I was sure that it was all over. The darkness of the cabin felt like a coffin, and I tried to stand. I realized Lena was limp in my arms and new, real, fear clawed at my insides. Struggling against the angle I tried to reach the deck, holding Lena in one arm. I felt the steps and pulled hard, trying to get us both out of the sinking boat. The boat pitched the other way then, and I felt us both flung into the air.

My arm complained about the weight it was pulling and I gripped Lena with every ounce I had left. I held my breath, hoping that we wouldn't go too deep and I could surface us before Lena drowned or I did. The jarring impact stunned me, and I thought we'd landed back on the boat, for a moment.

The gritty sand in my mouth and face took several seconds to recognize as land. Water rushed up to our waists, and I pulled Lena up onto the beach.

I fumbled for the flashlight in my pocket, my hand found her neck and felt for a pulse. It was there, strong and steady. The light played across her soaked hair and face, showing a small gash near the hair- line. Not big enough for stitches, but the idea of a concussion didn't make me feel any better either. I checked her for broken bones and other injuries and was relieved to find none. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up onto the beach, laying her well away from the water.

Wind whipped sand into my eyes and I peeled off my rain jacket, tucking it around her to keep her warm. Against the wind and rain, I could see ship's shape in the gloom, at the shore lying almost on her port side.

I found one of those chemical light-sticks in my life jacket pouch, and I tied it to Lena's hand so that I could find her in the dark if I became disoriented. The green glow made the whole thing seem like and eerie dream. I staggered to the boat, wanting to salvage what I could before exhaustion set in or before the tide hauled her under.

All things considered, I did pretty well. I was able to get plenty of the food items from the boat, along with charts, maps, and a sextant. The radios were smashed completely.

I even found our survival duffle bag on the beach where it had washed ashore. The rocks along the shore trashed the beacon unit, but many things were still useful. I'm not sure where the energy came from, but I kept slogging along until the job was done. My watch said it was a. Hawaii time.

I piled all our equipment and supplies high up on the beach, and checked Lena again. She hadn't moved, still lying in the same position I'd left her. Her pulse and breathing were still strong, and since the wind was letting up, I decided that I'd set up a lean-to shelter for now. Rain still fell after the winds died away, and they were the warming rains one is used to in the tropics.

The spare sailcloth made an excellent makeshift tent, and I used some branches to support it over Lena. Wearily, I crept in the shelter next to her and lay down, putting my arm around her protectively.

Chaos reigned in my mind, trying to deal with the storm, Lena's injury, a shipwreck, and being lost in the vast Pacific.

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