Chapter 1
“Where the fuck am I?” Shannon thought as she looked around. Soft, warm white sand beneath her, crystal clear blue waves gently lapping at the spotless beach before her, and behind her, a lush green tropical forest, the exotic bird calls echoing through the trees.
Feeling the hot, relentless sun beating down, Shannon slowly got up, automatically brushing the sand from her long legs when she realized with a start that she was completely naked!
“What the hell?!?!” She gasped, and then quickly covered her generous breasts, her head snapping around to see if anyone was looking besides the few seagulls. Not seeing anybody, she made a mad dash for the water, getting to about waist deep before diving under the warm ocean waves.
Slowly, Shannon peeked her head above the water and scanned the shoreline for movement. Still no sign of human life, she started to relax, enjoying the tropical surf. After a few minutes of swimming she felt relaxed and headed back to shore. Feeling the shells and pebbles underfoot, she stopped and flipped to her back, lifting her long legs up so she could just float, her long dark hair fanning out behind her.
As she floated in the gentle current, Shannon’s mind wandered from thought to thought: how did I get here? Where is here? It’s gorgeous here, do I really care how or why I’m here? Her eyes closed to the bright sun, she smiled to herself, the warm breeze caressing her heavy globes, her thick rosy nipples hardening as she imagined a lover’s breath teasing them into stiff peaks. Feeling that delicious tingling warmth radiating from her center, she brought her hands up, barely touching her breasts, running just the fingertips up to circle her hardened nipples.
The tingle turns to a lightning bolt as she grazed her left nipple with a nail, the pleasure shooting right to her core. Shannon reached down and gently rubbed her fleshy pubis, squeezing her thighs together to heighten the teasing effect it had on her. Kneading her fat breast, rolling the stiff little tip between her fingers, she slipped a finger deep between her slickening thighs, the underside of said finger gliding across the pearly nub of desire. Moaning in sheer delight, she rubbed her finger along her puffy nether lips, allowing her legs to spread slightly. She grazed her engorged clit with the palm of her hand, using two fingers to squeeze her slick labia together.
With a groan, She opened her eyes and looked towards shore, knowing that she needed to finish the job, and quickly at that. She smirked to herself as her fingers gave a last quick tweak to her sensitive clit, and quickly swam the dozen feet to the beach. Once there, Shannon sat on the edge of the playful surf, legs splayed open as she teased her hungry pussy. First one finger, than a second joined in as she expertly played her soft lips, slightly dipping her fingers between them, using her thumb to strum her rock hard clit.
Leaning back on her elbow, Shannon started groping her heavy tit, pinching and pulling on her nipple, mauling herself, leaving hand prints on her reddening skin. As she did this, her legs fell even further open, her fingers dancing across her clit, darting down to probe deeper into her dripping cave. She soon realized that the faster her fingers were going, the faster and rougher the waves were coming onto the beach. The once gentle lapping at her cunt like a lover’s tongue has become a heavier, more frenzied slap and probing of an imaginary tongue; the water’s pull on her pussy a rough, starving mouth sucking her sweet nectar right from the source.
Unable to contain herself, Shannon started furiously plunging her fingers into her pussy, thrusting her hips up to meet her hand in time with the sea sucking at her twat. Shannon uncontrollably moaned and screamed to the gods incoherently as she fucked herself, pushing her fingers deep inside, tapping the sweet spongy spot of her sex, grinding the palm of her hand down onto her super sensitive love button.
With a scream that silenced the birds behind her, Shannon finally dove off the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. Her fingers deftly playing her pussy like a skilled harpist, her body went into repeated spasms, the thighs clamping together and trapping her still fluttering fingers inside her dripping lips, causing another orgasm to rip through her body.
Shannon collapsed back onto the wet sand, panting as the gentle waves washed over her. She laid there, relishing the cooling effect of the water on her body, until the tide started to go out. She stood up and walked back into the surf, rinsing the sand from her body and quickly ducked under to rinse the sand from her hair before she emerged from the sea.
Looking around again for any sign of life, she started toward the tree line as her stomach growled.
“I know, I know, I’m starving after that...playtime,” She said to the startled sea bird that squawked its disapproval at her. She stopped suddenly and turned to look back at the bird. It looked like a regular seagull... but it was enormous! It must have been the size of a vulture! Shaking her head, Shannon turned back and took the last few steps into the forest.
At first, the towering trees were sparse as she walked what looked like a well worn animal path, but eventually they got thicker as did the underbrush, making it harder to walk. Along the way, she found a few berry bushes, but the berries just were way too tart, they tasted like sour lemons. Sighing, Shannon gave up on the pink berries and continued on.
She walked for what seemed like forever before she heard the sound of a waterfall. She stopped to listen which direction it was coming from when she heard an ear piercing shriek from high above. Startled, she looked up as the sounds of the rain forest went silent, her eyes scanning the treetops for the suspected threat. She waited silently, not moving until the birds started their singing again. She headed towards the waterfall, keeping a careful watch in the trees.
Shannon found the waterfall in a huge clearing, the water tumbling down from cliffs high above. She spied what looked like a grove of orange trees, but the large glossy globes of fruit were purple. As she got closer, she saw that the strange fruit were larger than grapefruit.
Just as she plucked the fruit, that same shrill shriek came from over head. She pressed herself against the smooth bark, looking up in fear. Astonished, she dropped the fruit and moved away from the slight protection the tree gave her, staring up at the creature gliding above her.
“I must be crazy,” she whispered, “there is no way in hell I’m seeing this.” What she was looking at had huge leathery wings and a long pointed head. All of a sudden she felt the ground rumbling, and turned around to see a herd of some horse like things heading right for her.
“Shit!” she yelped and stumbled backwards, barely avoiding the animals. Again, the ground started shaking, worse than before. Trees started falling over in the distance, and she heard a roar like nothing else echo across the glade. Trees fell like dominoes into the clearing, another deafening roar before a huge monstrous shape blocked out the sun. A third roar rolled across the clearing, making her ears ring, her own scream filled her chest as she saw the creature towering above her.
