The Island and Some Rum Part II             By Lady Kakarott             Elizabeth was in a haze; a brilliant fuzzy glorious haze.  She thought she felt rough hands smooth the clothes off her silken skin. She felt what she thought were lips travel the length of her torso, ravishing and licking and suckling her sweet breasts in turn. She thought she felt herself burry her hands into a black mane of hair as the man before her sank his tongue into her glistening slit, torturing, and teasing and sucking, making her juices flow and making her want more.  She thought she felt rough fingers slick into her tight opening. She thought she threw back her head and screamed in pleasure as he found her bundle of nerves and stoked her to the very edge but not letting her go over.  The thought she remembered bucking her hips, giving her that last bit, sending her over the edge. And she thought she remembered him thrusting his large member into her, breaking her virginity as the orgasm vibrated through her.  And he was pounding into her with steady rhythm by the time the last of the climax ebbed away. And by now she knew it wasn't a dream because this man was filling her with such sensations she never knew existed.   He cupped her buttocks and lifted her to him as she rose with her hips to meet his thrusts, driving him deeper and deeper into her. She felt the edge near and she spread her legs until they ached and rocked violently into his hip. Climax crept closer and closer until it exploded into white hot ecstasy and his warm essence filled her. The pleasure resonated, lasting for and eternity before they collapsed together, arms around each other's sweaty forms. Elizabeth opened her eyes. Jack's eccentric smile spread across his face as he laid a hand on her naked hip. "That was some good rum…."