Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sun and Sea 11 A James Gang Story by Mike C Feedback is welcome - but please keep it constructive. Address: mikec (at) nspace.net = = = = = "So, how'd it go? How many did you catch?" Asked Sherri when we arrived back at the boat and started unloading the fishing paraphernalia. "Two and a half." "Er... HALF?" "Well," Grinned Amanda, "The last bone was easy!" "He was almost asking for it," My grin matched hers as Amanda started smacking her lips. "Ahh, I get it..." Sherri glanced down my body, "Bonefish grappling - it must be a first!" "I'm surprised I could still perform!" I said, "I kept waiting for the other fishermen to show up and see why there was so much moaning and thrashing!" "The moaning was him, the thrashing was me!" Amanda told her, "He had his hands wrapped around my back and neck and WOULDN'T LET GO!" "Er, you should thank me!" I told her, "I was trying to protect your back from being sunburned!" "Yeah right, another minute, I'd have asphyxiated!" "Trust me, I know exactly how long you can hold your breath!" I assured her. "And why, may I ask, does your back need protecting from the sun?" Sherri asked. "She did a victory dance that involved exposing most of her body." I explained. "Any chance I can bribe you for a repeat performance?" Sherri purred suggestively. "Baby, anytime..." Amanda whispered against Sherri's lips and they started squirming against each other. "Ahhh... where's Brenda?" I asked. After a bit more wrestling, Sherri managed to disengage herself and pointed to the island with the lighthouse Colin used for reference, "We were fishing, then the owners of the island came to say Hi and Bren swam over to talk with them." "But you didn't go?" "Nah - the fishing's amazing here! Look at what we caught!" She opened the cold storage bin, "Bren got the snapper, and I got a jackfish and two of these ugly mothers!" "Wow, you've been busy!" I said, "From the spines and the snout, I think the ugly ones are hogfish, although I've not seen any that are as bright red like this. They're great eating though!" "Oh good, I caught a triggerfish too but they're too pretty to keep. And I had one puffer fish who kept hooking himself, so I left him hooked and tied him to the bow - I'll free him when we leave." "Didn't I tell you we could catch a week's food here?" I told Amanda. "Oh, I got a week's worth of exercise there." Amanda grinned, "AND got myself a meal too!" "Well, who feels like grilled fish?" I asked. "Hey - don't forget Eva's already packed food for us and there's your big feast tonight!" Amanda said, then she turned to Sherri, "How did you get the jack? It's like six, seven pounds! Must've been quite a fight!" "I started with a spinner and all I got were sand trouts and perch, then Bren moved the boat and caught the snapper with cut up perch - and the puffer kept harassing me so I switched to live bait and started getting the bigger fish. I had 20-lb line but still, the jack almost ran the spool out. I was determined not to lose him!" Sherri finished proudly. "How long has the jack been on ice?" Amanda asked. "Maybe twenty minutes." "Good, it won't be too chilled for sashimi then - there's wasabi and soya in the galley, right?" I nodded, "I'll go collect Brenda--" Sherri pointed, "She's already halfway here." I helped set the table and was waiting to hand Brenda up out of the water. Somewhere she had acquired a Diveskin and, as was apparently the rule, wore hardly anything underneath. "Damn, I really like the dress codes in the islands!" I turned the transom shower on her and nuzzled her in appreciation. "Oh baby, a girl can definitely get spoiled by all this attention!" She kissed me back warmly as I dried her with a towel. "Mandie, you know we can hear your exploits all the way over on the island? I think they were really grossed out, they couldn't wait for me to leave after that!" "Or they wanted privacy so they could try the same thing on each other!" Amanda grinned. She had been washing the dense tubular body of the jackfish in the sink of the 'entertainment center', now she started a deep cut behind the pectoral fins 3/4 of the way around the fish. She added a long shallow belly incision which, after she cracked the spine behind the gills, allowed her to extract the head, organs and intestines in one go. "There's no strict need to do this," She explained, "But if there are any parasites on the fish, it will be around the mouth and gills. Also it eliminates any chance of accidentally perforating the bladder or intestines, which'll ruin the fish." Amanda added the 'zip cut' to separate the meat from the bone and finished two inches from the tail, "This is Sara's trick - a bit more wasteful, but the quarter inch under the skin may be bruised in the fight, or from the handling, so we avoid it..." Amanda flipped the severed meat over to finish the fillet, but left a thin layer of flesh behind on the skin. As she worked on the opposite side and then sliced the meat into bite-size pieces, I opened a bottle of white zin from below and served drinks at the table. "Ta-da!" Amanda declared, "Jackfish sashimi!" "Thank you my sweethearts, what a spread!" Brenda looked around, "What a place! Nothing but sunshine, clean fresh air, and the best friends anyone can ask for!" "Yeah, you said it, what a blast! A toast to best friends, near and far!" We clinked drinks and reached for the fish. "Mmmmm..." I closed my eyes in bliss. The slender piece of fish, just barely chilled, melted like ambrosia on my tongue, and the fish and meal was long consumed before anyone spoke. "Oh yesssss...! This is just outstanding guys!" I bussed Brenda, "Thank you for agreeing to spend the week with us." I kissed Sherri, who'd been perched on my knee, "Thank you my gorgeous honey for catching the gorgeous fish!" I turned and gave Amanda a long kiss, "And thank you my perfect sweetheart for serving it so perfectly!" "Sashimi-breath!" She kissed me back. "I'm glad you liked it..." "You're the sashimi breath!" Sherri corrected her, "Not him!" "Ah... What am I missing here?" Brenda asked. "Er, apparently 'sashimi-breath' is yet another euphemism for blow-job." Amanda explained. "Yeah, it works like this," Sherri leaned over and slobbered all over Brenda's mouth, "That's regular sashimi-tasting breath. Now try Mandie..." Brenda eased Amanda on her lap, "Let's do this right, baby!" In seconds the two were trading tongue like it was going out of style. "Mmm, yes," Brenda pulled back, eyes glowing and hands gently stroking Amanda. "Sashimi-squared for sure..." She tasted Amanda again, "It's not that recent - that was the episode in the dink?" "Yeah," Amanda giggled, "I had taken my top off..." She glanced at me, "And he made some pointed suggestions... Or rather he pointed something suggestive at me..." More giggles. "But he was rude and crude, and didn't even say 'Thank you'!" "Sure I did!" I retorted, "I said, 'Thank you, lord!' " "And I'm supposed to know you meant me?" She paused, "Am I your lord now?" "You can be my lord, AND my mistress!" I assured her. Brenda punched me, "That's for being rude and crude to my honey!" She turned and stroked Amanda a bit, "I'm so sorry for what he did to you. If it's too much, from now on I'll take over 'sashimi' duties for you." "Ah, no, I don't think so," Amanda said, "I think he's learned his lesson." She took my hand and kissed it, "See? It'll be fine, don't you worry!" "So you'll be good to my baby now?" Bren said to me, "And save your rude and crude stuff for me, OK?" She slipped her hand on my thigh and up my trunks, "I promise I won't complain..." "She'll probably love it," Supplied Sherri. "Hey, stop forcing him to be rude and crude to you!" Amanda said hotly, "If he wants to be rude and crude with me, he can!" "You realize you're both fighting for him to be rude and crude?" Sherri observed. "Honey, don't worry," I soothed her, "I'll be equally rude and crude to you as well!" "Ahh, that's better," She sighed and kissed me, "For a moment I thought you didn't care!" She laughed, "What a bunch of losers - begging to be mistreated!" Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her head close, "But if anyone's gonna be rude and crude to me, I'd want it to be you, OK?" "Sure, how 'bout now?" I looked into her soft brown eyes and licked her on her lips. "You want to?" Her tongue caressed mine. "You need some help?" Offered Brenda, taking her hand off my cock to help me get out of my trunks. "Yes, please," Sherri said. "Damn, it's bad enough I miss out on the rude and crude, now I have to help you two get it on too!" Amanda grumbled as she reached over to untie Sherri's bikini bottoms. "You're an angel, sweetie," Sherri said, "Can you undo the other side too, please?" "I can't believe this," Amanda mumbled, then slid over to our other side to Sherri's other knot, "Do you need me to aim for you too?" "If you don't mind... Thanks honey... Oooh, ah, yesss!" Sherri sighed, clasping my neck and nestling on me, "Oh, oh, baby... Thank you so much, I love you..." "And I can't even tell if you're thanking me, or his big fat ugly thing!" "Mmmm... Thank you both..." Sherri shivered and started moving, then suddenly she said, "Oh my god!" and froze. "What, finished already?" Amanda laughed, "Talk about hair trigger!" "Er, no," I informed them, "I'm fairly certain I haven't finished yet." "Whoa, that is so sad! You're confused about whether you came or not?" "Forget him!" Sherri said and pointed, "Look aft, about fifty feet!" They swivelled around, "Oh, wow, yeah!" "What's happening?" I asked, "I can't see!" Their bodies were nestled so tight against me I could not move to look. "Nothing to see, really, just concentrate on fucking me, lover," Sherri instructed, and gave me a couple of half-hearted strokes. She stopped again, "Oh man, that's totally awesome!" "I've never seen anything like it!" Quipped Brenda. "Nor I," Amanda gasped, "And I thought I've seen it all!" "TELL ME!" I shouted, "Dammit, tell me or..." "Or...?" Sherri kissed me, "Will you be rude and crude?" "Yes, and it could mean the mallet..." "Oooh no, not the mallet!" "Hey you promised to use the mallet on me!" Protested Brenda. "Will SOMEBODY tell me what the hell's happening back there?" "Well," Brenda relented, "There's like a zillion baitfish swimming in a circle, more like a column: a dozen frigates and gulls are picking at them from above and maybe fifty big fish attacking them from below..." "It's amazing," Sherri kissed me again, "Nothing like having you in me, of course..." She rested her head on me and started moving again. "Whoa, get a LOAD of THAT!" Brenda cried, and Sherri stopped again. "Hoowee, did you see that? Must be a ten pound drum that just flew into the air!" "Holy... is that a shark? He bit the blue clean in half!" "Hey, Lulu, here girl! C'mon Lulu!" "That's not Lulu! It's the wrong color, more like a cobia!" "They're swimming away! C'mon Bren, we can get a closer look in the dink!" "You guys coming?" "Not yet," I affirmed. "Er..." Sherri looked torn, "Ahhhh... N-no thanks, I'll stay right here." "Your loss!" Amanda snickered. "Grab the bait! And the net!" "Bye guys, enjoy your fuck!" "Me, I'd rather go fishing!" They took off trailing inane laughter. "Can we get back to what we started?" I asked. "Yes, babe, I'm so sorry..." She worked herself slowly on me, "You feel so great!" "No more fish?" "No honey, I promise, from now on I'm all yours..." She couldn't help a peek at the distant sound of a loud splash. "Well, maybe 99% yours..." She giggled, then shut her eyes, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and started pumping on me. I was enjoying her softness and content to let her fuck me at her own pace. She started shaking and gasped in my ear, "Oh baby, baby... Close... Ohhh..." She moaned and bucked on me and bit me on my shoulder. "Don't stop, honey!" I cried, grabbing her ass to keep her rhythm going, "Don't fucking stop!" I started bouncing us up and down on the cushion as I got close. Sherri's teeth and nails clamped down on me as she climaxed and I ground our bodies together and started spurting in her. For long minutes we held each other and shook as our bodies savored the delicious release. She panted on my neck and gently kissed the spot her teeth had latched onto earlier, "Sorry for the teeth, sweetie, you're just too good..." "No pain, and all that," I consoled her, "Wait, I don't hear birds anymore!" "Forget it, I'm too contented to look!" "Could be a Great White came along and chomped up the whole mess!" "Nope, not looking..." She sighed on my neck. "Ahhh, not looking, just leaking!" I could feel our fluids running down my crotch. "You made me so wet, honey," She whispered, with gentle kisses, "and I came and I came!" "Yeah, it was good for me too!" "Maybe there's something about slow sex..." She purred. "Maybe there's something about slow sex with you..." "Yeah..." When the girls motored up we were still entwined in each other's arms, sharing kisses and listening to our hearts beating. "We have to up and scoot NOW!" Amanda said. "Why?" Sherri asked. "Everyone in town are probably talking about you two!" Brenda informed us. "Yeah, while you guys were having at it, the passenger ferry from the big island passed down the channel and slowed right down over there. They probably thought the boat was being attacked by a whale from the shock waves the two of you were making." "Yeah - we were a hundred feet out and WE could feel it!" Brenda observed. "The ferry was full of tourists and every camera was aimed at you!" Amanda added. "Whatever," Sherri said lazily, "I'm too fucked out to care!" She stroked my face, "Baby, you were so fantastic!" We kissed and shared some tongue. "Awww, that's so sweet..." Brenda said as she started the engines. "That's pathetic! Get your ass off him and come help!" "So, what happened with the feeding frenzy?" "Ah, the drums and the jacks were keeping the baitfish in a tight bunch and were snacking on them. Then the bigger cobias and groupers came and scattered the drums, which let the baitfish run away... No baitfish, no show!" Sherri stood after helping us get dressed. She gave me a kiss, "It was amazing sex sweetie, and I love you so much!" "I love you so much too, and..." I smiled, "Thank you, lord!" "Heh," Sherri looked up, grinning, "He made me his lord!" "Damn, am I the only one here he hasn't made lord?" Brenda asked, "We'll fix that tonight, won't we? And don't forget the mallet and the 'rude and crude' while we're at it too!" "Good thing we got extra protein to keep your strength up!" Said Amanda, who'd been tossing fish on board, "Two drums and another jack, on the round hooks. We could've had more, but I wasted 10 minutes on the cobia. It was a big sucker too!" "Yeah - must've been 15 lbs or more!" Brenda confirmed. "I had 20-lb line and just when I was gaining some ground, he broke surface and it snapped..." "Don't worry, I'll get him back for you." I said. "How can you be so sure?" "You know the bucket Donnie gave you? The conch and shrimp were starting to smell, so I dumped everything in the sea, behind the dink." "Right where the baitfish started collecting!" Sherri exclaimed. "Yeah, that's what I think. The baitfish started feeding, and they attracted bigger and bigger fish." "Right! Chumming on steroids! Ahhh..." Amanda pointed, "Looks like we'll be getting company soon!" Three power boats were coming from the direction of the sand flats at high speed, aiming straight for us. "I'll get the anchor," Sherri said, heading forward, "Let me release Fugu first!" "Good thing Oddball's been running all this time! Uh, wait, I have to take the WREN in!" I cried. "Already done, it's inside the dink." Amanda told me, "I saw how unseaworthy it is!" At the bow, Sherri gave us the OK and Amanda wheeled 'Jester' back the way we came. The dash back to the beginning of the channel was done in two heart-stopping minutes and by then, the pursuing boats were just specks in the distance. "They haven't given up yet..." Brenda said, then, "We're past high tide, yes?" "Yeah, an hour to slack-tide." Amanda answered. "We don't want them to be able to follow us back, in case they're papparazzi." Brenda continued, "Robb and Fran, the couple who owns the island back there, said there's more than fifteen feet of water between the cays and the reef there." She pointed to a line of rocks standing stoically in the crashing Atlantic waves. "OK, we'll see how good your information is, and ePilot..." Amanda wheeled us starboard and directly into the line of foaming surf along the reef. "Six feet... six... eight... ten... fourteen... nineteen..." Brenda intoned the depth readings, "Twenty-five feet... Yeah we're clear, ePilot's green... Head 280 here..." "No sign of following boats..." I added. Our boat, tucked between the half-mile of water between the jagged cliffs of the out-islands and the offshore barrier reef, was effectively hidden from any pursuers more than 50 feet away. "The rock out there's called Chub Rock, by the way; I guess there's terrific fishing here too, and... And just LOOK at them!" Over the side, in the clear water and white bottom, we could see the large numbers of fish darting from the path of the boat. "Is there ANY place where the fishing's not terrific?" Sherri asked, "We should've picked up heavier gear!" "With just stand-up gear, any fish larger than what we've been catching will pull you in. And you'll become fish food yourself!" I told her. "At least I'll be great tasting food!" Sherri snuggled up and kissed me, "I'm dripping you all down my legs!" "Eeew, can you pick a more disgusting thing to talk about?" Amanda said. Sherri swiped a finger down her thigh and stuck it up, "Here, sweetie, give it a taste!" "Ugh, get your filthy fingers away from my face! You pervert slut!" "Turtle Cay coming up, portside, fifty yards!" Brenda looked at me behind the girls and we shared a grin. "No access from this end, keep going..." Neither the charts nor ePilot showed anything wide enough or deep enough for the boat to go through; we would have to continue on to the north end and retrace the path we took when we first arrived. "No sign of pursuit." "Shoaling, shoaling!" Sherri's warning coincided with ePilot's, but Amanda had already throttled back, as a rock loomed ahead. "Depth thirteen... Eleven... Go starboard ten... eleven... eleven and holding..." "Will you just LOOK at that beach!" The entire three miles of Turtle Cay's seaward side was pure white sand going back a hundred feet. Shielded by the reefs 500 yards to sea, it was a crystal clear lagoon filled with some of Mother Nature's more spectacular creatures. Nestled in the trees along the rise behind the beach were some of the pastel painted houses of the town we saw from the other shore. "Fuck me, it's like unreal!" Amanda said, "Virgin white sand! And not a soul in sight!" "Where are the cabana-rental places? And the souvenir shops?" Brenda wondered. "Oops, spoke too soon, there's a house at the far end..." "And guess who it belongs to!" Amanda laughed. As we drew near the white cottage with the red shutters, we could clearly see, on a tall pole, the Canadian Maple Leaf fluttering in the breeze. Directly below that was the 'Ganja' flag: the well-known seven-bladed leaf symbol imprinted on a green-yellow-red stripe background. There, in a hammock between the flag-pole and a shady coconut tree, was Eva's husband. "Hey Donnie!" I yelled through my cupped hands, "Where's my roast?" "Right here!" He pointed at smoke rising from a clearing behind the house, "Pig not going anyhere!" "Don't start without us!" "No worries," He grinned back, "Another two hours before it's ready!" "Rasta!" Sherri growled with a fist in the air. "Rasta." He echoed back, followed by his booming laughter. = = = = = (C) Copyright 2001-2008. MikeC. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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