It had rained during the night. The roof had done fairly well, just a few places where it dripped. Unfortunately, one place was right on Darcie and she let Mike know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t up to snuff as a builder. ‘Oh well,’ he thought. He patched up the roof with additional palm fronds.
Breakfast was bananas. The fact that there were banana trees proved people had been here and planted them. He wondered if there were still people, maybe on the other side. How long would it take to paddle around the island? Could he even do it in the little rubber raft? Maybe he could climb the mountain. From the top he was sure he could see around the island, certainly tell if there were any people. He hoped they would be spotted soon so he didn’t have to try any heroic stuff. Mike wasn’t the hero type.
The emergency box had a trident inside. He cut a longish pole and shaped it to fit the trident. With that he had a fish spear. Mike had been wearing Dockers and Florsheims but quickly realized that walking on the beach with them was ridiculous. He stripped down to his briefs and shirt. He could tell the girls were a little scandalized, but also curious as they stared, while pretending not to.
Mike dragged the raft down to the clear aqua water of the lagoon. Beyond the reef the water turned to the deep blue of tropical seas. It was a picture of paradise, the green hills of the island, the variegated colors of the water, the flashing of light on waves like diamonds in the sea. He paddled out to the lagoon and approached the reef where he knew most of the fish would be.
Mike found out it isn’t as easy as it looks, spearing fish from a boat. All those National Geographic specials where they shoot fish with arrows or spear them, well; Mike started to think they were staged. The water makes the fish look farther away, or impossible to see, or here or there as the surface of the water moves. Mike finally got lucky and hit a good three pound grouper. Once he got it in the boat he sped back to the beach. It had only taken about three hours and Mike considered himself lucky.
“Lunch,” he called out.
The girls came running. They saw the grouper. Darcie turned up her nose. “I don’t like fish.”
He shrugged. “More for the rest of us. But Missy, this is your only source of protein. Up to you.” He threw some more wood on the fire and put the grouper on a pole over the fire after gutting him.
He dug around in the box and found a pot that would be useful for heating water and one flat piece of aluminum that could be a serving platter but no spoons or knives. Hands it would be. When the fish was done, Mike put it on the platter and peeled back the skin. Damn, but that smelled good. Nothing like fresh fish and this one was still wet when he went on the fire. “Sorry ladies, but it looks like native style eating. Hands only.”
He used the survival knife to peel the meat from the bones. Emma was the bravest, taking some meat and eating it with her fingers. “That’s good,” she said in surprise. Jenna joined her as he had most of the meat from the one side separated. Jenna nodded in agreement. Mike joined in on the feast.
Darcie sat to the side watching. It was getting to her, watching them feast. She was hungry for something besides fruit. “Try it,” Mike said.
She got that teen look, eyes rolling, then softened and finally came over and took a little. She ate it hesitantly. Jenna and Emma were pigging out. This was a good two pounds of fish meat and one side was almost picked clean. Darcie figured out that she was going to get what the little piggy got and that it actually didn’t taste bad, not fishy like old supermarket fish. She dug in and Mike had to hurry to keep up. He turned the fish and scraped off the skin on that side. The girls finally slowed a bit and the last few bits slowly disappeared.
The four leaned back, full for the first time in days. Mike surveyed the girls. They seemed happy for the moment. Considering all they had through in the last 48 hours, it was a wonder. Keeping them active and occupied was the only way to keep them from moping and grief. Not that the grief was inappropriate, but survival came first.
Mike knew he needed to have the girls obedient. They were teens and probably did all the teen eye-rolling for their stupid parents back home. But here, he needed them to do it his way so he could help keep them alive. Here there was danger whether or not the girls knew it.
Their natural reaction was to look up to authority, represented now by Mike. He had learned this in the army. If every man did what he thought was right under the circumstances, they all died. It was only by doing your job in the scheme that allowed everyone to survive. You could have initiative, but only within the plan, someone else’s plan. He had learned that in the mountains of Afghanistan. If you did your job exactly and the man next to you did his, you could go into those rugged mountains, kill the enemy who wasn’t as disciplined, and get back out. Life meant following the leader, thinking about your tasks, and carrying them out, even when you were so scared you felt like burying yourself in the rocks.
Planes were quartering the seas along the track the missing passenger plane had planned to fly. Their radios were tuned to the emergency beacon channel. But the pilot had seen the weather on his radar and had turned west before he had run into the weather hoping to loop around it. He was well off track. The emergency beacon on the plane was in the tail, obediently broadcasting their emergency signal on 121.5, and when it slid off during the wind it wound up under ten feet of seawater blocking the signal. The searchers slowly expanded their tracks but still they found nothing. The rescue agencies finally decided that the plane must have gone down in the open ocean. A French destroyer was sent to run along the projected course with advanced equipment to pick up the beacon if was broadcasting under water but the reef blocked the signal. The search was eventually called off.
Mike kept them busy. There were still times when he would see a tear and he would say nothing. There were times when the girls would all be morose as they remembered. It was to be expected and not unhealthy. They settled into a routine.
One evening, as the sun was disappearing, Jenna asked, "Why? Why did they have to die?" and she started sniffling joined by Darcie and Emma. Mike quickly thought, 'What should I say? The typical platitudes that are all lies, like they are with God?' No, it was truth he should tell them.
"I'm sorry girls that this happened to us. It is just the way the world works."
"That's not fair!" through tears. "No, it's not. Rain clouds build up because our Earth has a heat exchange system built into it. One day more rain clouds build up than usual. Along comes these people who just want to go somewhere and it is too much for the little plane they are in. It is just bad luck. But we don't want to think its just bad luck and we want to blame somebody so we made up this evil person, the Devil, and blame him. It is just the normal operation of the Universe which I don’t like at this moment because a statistical anomaly of rain one day and its effect on me. So, much of the 'evil' in the world is just physics - earthquakes, tornados, storms, floods are just the way the world works. Most of the time we like how it works. Most of the time we like rain. Every once in awhile, it backfires on us," Mike said.
The girls had stopped crying as they listened. Darcie said, "I still don't think its fair."
Mike smiled to himself. At least he had stopped the crying and had them thinking.
Mike had assigned tasks. The girls foraged wood for the fire, jackfruit and breadfruit for the table, though they didn’t actually have a table. Mike brought coconuts and fished. Darcie, a little acrobat, figured out how to climb the palms better than Mike and appropriated the job of supplying coconuts from him, proud of her ingenuity.
Their feet hardened, their skin darkened until they didn’t need the sunscreen. Mike started going without his briefs and shirt which startled the girls at first. The clothes were more trouble than they were worth in the hot humid climate of the island. The first couple days, the girls stared while pretending not too. In a few days, they rarely noticed.
Pretty soon, they weren’t always looking up at the sky wondering if the plane was coming. They settled into life on the island.
It was their first periods on the island that changed things for the girls. The little nylon panties weren’t comfortable anyway and the bras irritated their skin in the humid jungle. When their periods started, all within one day, the panties became a hindrance. There were no feminine products on the island. Darcie was first to toss her panties aside followed by her bra.
“What are you doing?” Jenna asked.
“Throwing them away. Mike goes naked. I can too,” she said clasping arms across her chest.
“No you can’t,” Jenna said stomping her foot. “I’ll tell…” There was a pause as she realized again, there was no one to tell.
Emma had come over as the sisters argued. “Jenna, I want to throw mine away too. Please. They scratch all the time.” She tossed her bra down.
Jenna’s panties were stained and dirty and seemed like they would never be clean again. Emma and Darcie were pleading with their eyes. “Oh…” Jenna looked around. She pushed her own panties off and tossed her bra in the small pile of stained clothes. “I guess we’ll be savages,” Jenna said smiling. Emma hooted and tossed her panties on the pile of discarded clothes.
Mike was surprised to see three naked nymphs when he returned from fishing. He had caught two good size fish. When the sea wasn’t running high, he had found the fishing on the seaward side of the reef much better. Dinner that night was a feast of fish, breadfruit, and coconut milk. Mike couldn’t help but think about the girls in a new way. Up until this moment, he had been much more concerned with survival. Seeing them all sitting around naked, he couldn’t help but notice just how sexy they were.
Jenna of course was already a woman, with her dark hair and flashing eyes, full breasts and hips and dark triangle between her legs. He caught flashes of labia between her legs as she sat and moved around. Darcie was younger and smaller, but no less sexy with her tighter pointed breasts and small patch of hair. Emma caused Mike to struggle with himself. She was too young, he thought. But there was something undeniably sexy about how she moved, the alluring way she smiled at him.
Unknown to Mike all three girls were having exactly the same thoughts that night. The freedom, the naughtiness of sitting around naked with a sexy man like Mike, their savior, provider, and hero, the girls did all know that Mike had saved them, made their thoughts turn to sex. Sex was foremost on their minds day and night as their bodies poured sex hormones into them. They surreptitiously looked at that fleshy staff between his legs. All three wondered what it would look like erect, what it would feel like inside them, what it would be like to have Mike make love to them. The sexual tension was electric in the air at night as each thought it was just them that felt it and hoped the others didn’t notice how they were behaving.
Dark fell and the four crawled off to sleep, each tingling from the sexual tension. Usually, the three girls slept on one side of the fire and Mike on the other. This night, Emma waited until the others were asleep. She crawled around the fire and curled up in front of Mike, her back to him, not quite touching. She dreamed of him and her making love.
Mike’s dreams that night were full of sex, sex with all three girls. He should have felt a little guilty about the sex with Emma since she was, by some standards, too young, but dreams, like erect cocks, have no conscience.
Emma awoke just as the sun was cresting the horizon. She felt something prodding her and it was annoying. It was what had awoken her. She looked over her shoulder to see that Mike was still asleep. The pressure remained. She lifted her top leg and something slapped between her thighs against her pussy. Surprised, she looked down to see Mike’s cock, long and hard, between her legs and pressed up against her pussy. She looked behind again to see Mike asleep.
She had read that men could get erections while asleep and here was the proof. Emma smiled and closed her legs, trapping it against her pussy. She began sliding the cock back and forth against her sex. She was no stranger to pleasure having learned to masturbate when she was ten. This was getting to feel very nice…
Mike was experiencing an amazing dream… The three nymphs were playing with his cock, kissing it, spreading their juices on it. One nymph was sitting on his cock and trying to get the shaft inside; pushing against him… that’s when he woke up.
He felt something rubbing along his cock and his eyes shot open. He could see Emma lying in front of him. Her hips were moving back and forth and his cock was between her legs. He felt the wetness of her arousal, the heat of her pussy along his shaft. He jerked away from her.
Emma felt the cock slip away from between her legs. She turned to see Mike eyes wide open, staring at her. “Um, hi,” she said.
“Emma?”
The noise caused Jenna to turn in her sleep and stretch. Emma scooted around the fire and sat up as Jenna opened her eyes. Emma stretched as if just awakening herself. “Good morning,” she said to Jenna. “Mike’s awake.”
Jenna turned to see Mike lifting his head. “Good morning. How about some breakfast?”
Mike was still trying to figure out what had happened and knew better than to say anything until he understood. “Okay,” he said.
Jenna sat up. “We still have some breadfruit. Emma, could you bring some wood?”
“Sure,” she sat up and winked at Mike when Jenna turned back to the fire, then looked at his cock which had receded back to it usual size. Mike saw the glance and was surprised. Surely, Emma was too young to be looking at his cock and to have put his cock against her pussy on purpose. Wasn’t she?
Mike had taught the girls an old scout trick. He had put a large flat stone in the fire pit. As the fire burned down to coals, he would sweep the coals off one section which was now quite hot. Jenna put a slice of breadfruit on the hot section. When the next section was hot, she would sweep the coals on again using the newly exposed section to cook the next slice. Done right, the stone was kept hot as the fire was moved around the stone.
Everyone got a nice thick slice of breadfruit. Cooked this way, it did resemble French bread; chewy on the inside and crunchy on the outside. It also stilled the hunger pangs. Jenna felt the same electricity in the air as she had the night before. Mike especially looked not himself, hardly speaking.
He left as soon as he had eaten. She followed, wondering what was going on. Mike didn’t notice the girl following him, his thoughts filled with Emma. His cock began to grow as soon as he was out of sight. The sexual tension was too much. He stopped in a small clearing and grabbed his erect cock, stroking it. Jenna saw Mike stop and she paused, watching intently. She could see his hand sliding along his cock.
Jenna wasn’t a naïve virgin, having had two boyfriends with whom she had sex. She knew what was going on and it excited her. She watched, her own excitement growing, as his hand was a blur on his shaft until thick gouts of white cream spurted again and again from the end of his cock. Jenna was breathing deeply as Mike slumped against a tree.
She came up to him. He heard a sound and turned to see Jenna coming up. He let go of his cock hoping she hadn’t seen his show. She said, “Um, Mike. I guess we need to talk.”
“Why?” he asked hiding his cock as if it was a snake, still hoping Jenna hadn’t seen what he knew she must have seen.
“I’ve been thinking about it. What happens if we aren’t rescued?” She looked at his spent cock. “Just so you know, Mike. I’m not a little girl. I know what you want.”
“Um, what?”
“You know, sex. Mike, really. I’m old enough to know. If we aren’t rescued then you’re going to want to have sex; Adam and Eve. I’ve been thinking about it…” she said blushing. “I guess I want to…” she said looking down.
“Jenna?”
She looked up. “Well, you know I’m sixteen. It’s not like I’m a little girl.” More forcefully, “I’m not a virgin, Mike.”
“So you saw…” he said unable to quite say it.
She smiled, “Yes. I’ve never seen how a guy does it. It looked kind of funny.”
He laughed. “I guess so. It’s funny, everyone does it and no one admits it.” He looked at the woman in front of him and realized she was every bit a woman. “Jenna, I…”
“Me too,” she said resolutely.
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She returned the passion, her arms wrapping around his neck, melding her body into his until they were almost one. They kissed passionately; all of the lust that had been building in Mike erupted into those kisses. Jenna was a little overwhelmed at the power of his kisses, but found her own passion being ignited by his. She pressed back against his body, the sparks running through her body from her nipples to her awakening pussy.
Mike led her to a shaded patch of grasses and pulled her down. They kissed again. His hand caressed her breasts, teasing and stroking. Jenna felt the flash of electricity running directly from her nipples to her loins. Her hips pressed against Mike, rolling as her desire soared, her need. Even though he had just climaxed, the eroticism of having this beautiful young woman in his arms, naked, desiring sex was enough to bring his cock back to life.
Mike felt the girl pressing against him, felt her need. He rolled over on top of her, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him against her body. Their unbroken fervent kiss consumed the lovers. And yet, as his cock settled between her legs and pressed against her pussy, nature took over. His glans pressed between her lips, found her hot and wet and slid further in.
Jenna moaned as she felt her pussy opening to accept Mike into her body. Another push and she felt Mike’s cock fill her. Her head fell back to the grass, “Yes, Mike. Please…”
Mike looked at the desire in Jenna’s face and it drove him. He pulled back then thrust sending his shaft deep into the girl below him. She cried out in pleasure. Her pussy felt like molten velvet around his cock. Her tight teen pussy pulsed as he fucked into her. He couldn’t remember when sex had been like this…
Jenna had been thinking about this for days now and her desire was already on the edge. As Mike’s cock thrust into her and his loins ground down against her clitoris over and over, her climax built quickly. Both of them were lost in the physical act of sex, taken by it, their bodies reacting to the pleasure; the desire for completion in orgasm.
“Oh God, Oh God, Goddddd…” Jenna cried out as her climax flooded her body. Her hips bounced up against Mike her pussy clasped his shaft rhythmically pulsing around it.
Mike felt and heard the girl below reach her climax and his body reacted, sending great gouts of cum blasting down his cock and into the girl, her pulsating pussy pulling his seed into her willing and fruitful body as his cock fulfilling its role in the mating dance of lust.
Gasping, Mike fell to the side of Jenna pulling her with him so they stayed joined. Jenna had never felt an orgasm like this one before. She writhed sinuously, like a cat in heat, pressing against Mike’s body, drawing out the pleasure.
She opened her eyes to see her lover. She kissed his chest. She pressed her loins against his still enjoying the feel of being full. In the heat of the tropical day, they dozed together shaded by the palms, cooled by the breeze coming in across the lagoon. It seemed a paradise at the moment.
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