Mike and Jenna walked back to the camp hand in hand. As they walked back, Mike remembered the night before. “You know, Jenna. I don’t think you are the only one with thoughts about me.”
“Darcie?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“Emma?” she asked, surprised at the thought.
He nodded.
“Why do you think so?” Jenna asked not really believing him.
He told her about the waking up, how she must have come to him since she was on his side of the fire and how she was humping against his erection and woke him.
“That little…” Jenna started.
Mike put his hand over her mouth. “Now Jenna. She didn’t do anything you didn’t want to do and she didn’t know you were going to… well, what we did. She was first is all. When did you first…”
“At least I was fourteen,” Jenna said.
“When did you first think about it?” Mike asked.
Jenna blushed, “I guess about the same age. My friends and I talked about it a lot.”
“So twelve thinking about it and fourteen doing it,” Mike said.
“Yeah, that’s why I wouldn’t have been surprised about Darcie,” Jenna said.
“I guess Emma just got the opportunity, what with us all sleeping together,” Mike said. “This could get complicated.”
Jenna looked thoughtful for a moment. “And I thought I’d have to maybe keep you satisfied by myself. Can you keep up, old man?” she asked playfully.
“Old man,” he said. “I’ll show you old man…” Then more seriously. “Do you really think Darcie and Emma will…?”
“If Emma is already sneaking over at night, as soon as Darcie finds out that we have and Emma wants to, well she won’t want to be left out,” Jenna said.
“If we don’t tell them,” Mike said hopefully.
“Duh, we live in a one room lean-to. I think sooner or later they are going to notice,” Jenna said laughing.
Mike remembered reading Margaret Mead’s book about Samoa, the casual sexuality of those who lived in such close quarters, how fathers would get erections in front of their daughters who would laugh and watch as their parents would have sex. The Samoans didn’t need Sex Ed classes. Sexual mores change with the culture and situation.
Jenna took Emma aside. At first, Emma denied it. But when she understood that Jenna wasn’t angry, she admitted what happened that morning. Emma also admitted her dreams of sex with Mike and how close she was to trying out that dream. Jenna then told Emma that she and Mike had made love. Emma wanted to know all about it, what it felt like, was Jenna going to do it again, would they do it in the lean-to… The answer was yes to all of those questions.
Jenna had a question for Emma, "Do you really want Mike to make love with you?" At first, Emma wouldn’t answer, what with thinking Jenna had first rights on Mike. Emma wanted to, but she couldn’t say it since Mike was now Jenna’s boyfriend and all of the social implications of that word accompanied it onto the island. Jenna finally convinced Emma that she wasn’t going to ‘claim’ Mike. Just like he fished for all of them, they were going to have to share. Then Emma admitted she really wanted Mike to be her first. Jenna smiled. This was going to be interesting.
There was tension at dinner that night, though Darcie and Mike didn’t know why. After night fell and they started to curl up for sleep. Jenna came around the fire and lay down with Mike. Darcie noticed first, “Jenna?”
“I’m sleeping over here tonight,” Jenna said. Darcie and Emma exchanged looks. Darcie wondered what the heck was happening whereas Emma certainly knew. There was a quick whispered conversation in which Emma filled in her sister about the earlier conversation. Darcie couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
Darcie and Emma lay awake waiting. They heard the sounds of kissing. The fire was banked and provided little light but the moon was near full and cool white light spilled in through the door. Details disappeared but the girls could see movement. They saw Mike move down between their sister’s legs. They heard her gasp in pleasure. Darcie’s hand slipped down of its own volition and found her own pleasure spot wet and sensitive.
The girls saw Mike rise up and cover Jenna. They heard her moan in pleasure as Mike sank between her legs. Emma saw Darcie’s hand moving between her legs and her own hand trailed down over her almost bare pussy. She gasped at the first touch of her fingers to her pussy.
The girls saw Mike’s butt moving up and down, they heard the gasps and moans of pleasure, they saw Mike speeding up and then they heard the cries of pleasure from Jenna and Mike. Their own orgasms quickly followed. The girls didn’t hear Mike and Jenna giggling as the two sisters cried out from their climaxes.
The next morning, as Mike was getting ready to head out fishing, Emma came running down to the beach. Mike looked up to see Emma standing looking a bit apprehensive. “Hi,” he said silently appraising the beautiful young woman. She had no idea how sexy she was at that point to Mike.
Breathlessly Emma asked, “Can I go, Mike? Can I go fishing with you?”
“I guess,” he said.
Mike helped Emma into the raft. Mike pushed off and jumped into the raft. “Let’s go get some lunch.” He paddled out to the reef, only about thirty yards from the beach at that point.
There was a break in the reef that allowed mixing of the sea and lagoon water. Lots of fish used the channel to go back and forth with the tide. It was one of Mike’s best fishing grounds as fish who hadn’t seen a raft or a spear before would transit this channel. He had found one of the best ways was to do as the Polynesians do. Take a rock and hold it between his feet. The channel was maybe ten feet deep and he would stand still on the bottom. Fish would swim right by well within the six foot reach of the spear.
Mike put the raft over the reef and walked to the edge of the channel. “Make sure the raft stays there, okay?”
Emma nodded, watching him intently. Mike jumped off the edge and swam to the bottom. He wrapped his feet around a rock and became still, thinking like a rock, his spear pointing out to the channel. He was about to give up and go get a breath when a good size grouper headed his way. ‘Damn,’ he wondered. ‘How did the Polynesians stay down for five or ten minutes?’ His lungs were bursting when the grouper turned to come closer. His spear lanced out, catching the fish squarely behind the gills. All three tines pierced him, catching in flesh and bones. He had a twisting thrashing fish on his spear. Mike pushed off, gasping for fresh air as his head broke the surface.
“Got one,” he gasped. He swam to the reef and held up the grouper, a good five pound fish.
“I like that kind,” Emma said happily.
Mike climbed into the raft, quickly gutted the fish, scraped off scales and cut off the head, leaving the waste behind, knowing chum like this would encourage fish to be in the area.
“He’s a big boy,” Mike said. “Too bad we have no way to preserve fish. This baby could have lasted for days.”
“Yeah. Dad always liked smoked salmon,” Emma said.
Mike looked at the girl. Smoking fish? He nearly slapped himself. Of course, smoking. “Emma, you’re a genius.”
“But am I pretty?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful and smart,” he said.
“Then how come you only go with Jenna?” she asked.
“Because Jenna asked me,” he said.
“Jenna asked you?” Emma said. Mike nodded. He started paddling back towards the beach.
“Mike, would you…” Her voice trailed off.
He took a moment to look at the girl. She was definitely a young woman. She may be twelve, but physically she was ready. “Would I what, Emma?” he asked.
She blushed when he looked back at her.
“Emma, look around,” he said. She did. “There ain’t nobody to hear but you and me. Just ask it.”
“Would you make love to me?” she asked.
“I’d like that very much. Maybe we could take a nap together after lunch,” he said.
“Okay,” she said. Now that he had accepted her nerves changed. Instead of the dread of rejection, she was nervous about the unknown. Would it be okay? Would he think she wasn’t good enough? Jenna sure seemed to like it last night. Would she?
Emma was quiet all the way back to their camp and through lunch. While Jenna cooked half the grouper, Mike built a little rack out of bamboo and stuck it under the shelf above the fire pit. The smoke and heat would reflect back onto the fish. They had a fire going 24 hours a day so it ought to slowly smoke the fish. Mike hoped this would work because it would be an excellent way to preserve fish at least for a few days. Fresh fish one day, smoked the next day or two.
They happily ate fish and some jackfruit seeds. After, Mike lay down and Emma joined him. Jenna watched. Mike held her eye and she nodded. He wrapped Emma in his arms and held her.
“Let’s go gather some things,” Jenna said to Darcie.
“I want to sleep,” Darcie said.
Jenna grabbed her hand, “Come on, I want to show you something,” dragging Darcie with her.
Once away, Jenna released her sister. “Jenna, what’s that matter?” Darcie asked.
“Emma and Mike,” she said.
Darcie looked back, “What about them?”
“Dear retarded sister, they are going to make love,” Jenna said.
Darcie wrinkled her nose. “But he’s your boyfriend.”
Jenna shook her head. “Come on. Let’s find some ripe bananas. I’m tired of coconuts.” They headed upslope. They had found out it was easy to navigate their island paradise. If they went up hill, getting back just meant going down hill. The swale naturally led them back to camp, the lowest point in the swale where the small stream fed into the ocean. If they went down the beach a ways, they would just follow the beach back until they hit the stream.
As they walked Jenna explained. “Mike’s not my boyfriend. I thought about that and it won’t work. How long have we been here?”
Darcie shrugged. “I don’t know. A while.”
“Exactly. We should have been rescued already so maybe we’ll be here a long time. How will you and Emma feel if I have the only guy? Just like we share the fish he catches, we have to share him,” Jenna said. “That’s what I figure.”
Darcie looked back, “Is Emma really going to…”
Jenna laughed. “I’ll bet on Emma.”
“I want to see,” Darcie said turning back.
Jenna grabbed her arm. “No way. God, it’s her first time. There will be plenty of chances to watch, just like last night.”
“How did you know I watched?”
Jenna laughed, “Because Mike and I could hear both of you cumming.”
“He heard?” Darcie yelled, turning red.
Jenna laughed, “It wasn’t like either of you were quiet.”
“Yeah, well. It wasn’t like you and Mike were quiet,” she said.
“We weren’t trying to be, just like when you and Mike finally do it,” Jenna said.
Darcie stopped and stared off into the distance. “I don’t think I could do it if I thought someone was listening.”
“It makes it more fun,” Jenna said.
“You slut,” Darcie said laughing.
“We’ll see,” she said knowingly.
Darcie didn’t say anything more, but her mind was going a mile a minute as they looked for a ripe banana tree.
Inside the lean-to, Mike was kissing Emma. Mike had felt her anxiety when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her for the first time. But as their kisses became more passionate Mike felt the anxiety disappear. Now, the girl was pushing herself against him. Her mouth was needily kissing his, her tongue lashing into his mouth, her small pointy nipples pressed into his chest like ruby points.
Mike pressed her back against the soft grasses of their floor and began kissing lower across her chest. His tongue circled around her breast and he heard her gasp. His tongue worked back and forth, left to right, teasing right up to the nipple, then retreating. Emma mewled in desire and arched her back hoping to bring her hard nipple into contact with his tongue.
Mike smiled to himself, then attacked her breasts with his lips and tongue, bringing another gasp of pleasure from the girl. Her nipples were extended and hard as he played with them, sucking and licking. Emma felt the pleasure spread out from her nipples and head for her sex which became hot and wet. She wanted to touch it. Before she could, Mike’s hand trailed down over her flat belly and cupped her pussy, his finger sliding between her distended lips. “Ahhh,” she moaned.
Mike kissed lower, across her belly, while his finger slowly slid back and forth in her pussy. He watched Emma’s face as his finger worked back and forth over her clitoris. Her eyes were shut and lust filled her features. He smiled as he moved between her legs pushing them apart to gaze upon her womanhood, spread open before him in a sexual banquet.
Emma had no hair yet growing around her pussy. Her pussy was pink and wet with arousal as Mike bent forward and jabbed into her with his tongue.
“Ohhhh,” groaned Emma, then she moaned as he swept his tongue up across her pussy and lashed her erect little bud, “Yessss…..” Her hips bounced as Mike circled her clitoris, then flicked back and forth across it. Her head rolled from side to side in pleasure as her hands grasped the air. Mike released her clitoris and crawled up beside her, stroking her until her eyes opened. "Oh God, Mike. That was the best ever. Now I know what Jenna meant. It was so good having a guy do that."
"I loved it, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me," Mike said.
"Whew, anytime," she said smiling. She threw her arms around his neck pulling his face to hers for a lingering kiss. "You taste like a girl."
"That's the way you can tell if a man keeps his girlfriend happy," he said.
She laughed. "Cause he keeps her happy that way?" Mike nodded. "Does that mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"Do you want to be?" he asked.
Emma smiled and said, "Yes. You have to bring me flowers. Those red ones that have the long things, then I'll be your girlfriend."
"Hibiscus. It's a deal. Let's kiss to seal the bargain," he said.
She pulled his face back to hers while saying, "Let's do more than that..." as their lips met.
Mike rolled on his back pulling Emma on top. She broke the kiss and said, "I want to do it."
"Do what?" he asked.
"Fuck," she said then she covered her mouth while giggling. "I can't believe I said that. God, Jenna and Darcie will think I’m a slut."
"I can believe you said it. I liked you saying it to me. Let's fuck," he said.
Emma looked confused, "Like this?"
"Yes. This way you can control it. You can take your time and make sure your first time feels good."
"What do I do?" she asked.
"Sit up, reach under and grab my cock. Like that. Now, rise up on your knees and just sit on it." Emma reached under and grabbed his hard and fully erect cock, holding it vertical. She watched intently as she lowered her pussy until it was touching the tip of his red cock. "Slide it back and forth in your pussy so that it gets wet. It will slide into you easier that way," he said.
Emma looked up at Mike, smiled with comprehension, and looked back as she started to slide his cock around her pussy. She quickly realized that this was fun as well as useful. She circled her clitoris with the head, closing her eyes as she massaged her button with his cock.
The cock slid into the entrance to her pussy. Emma paused as she felt it lodge there. She looked into Mike’s eyes, a soft look of passion on her face as she slowly lowered herself onto the cock. The feeling was incredible, exhilarating, almost overwhelming as her hot wet, tight, and virgin pussy flowered open to take his cock. Mike put his hands on her hips to help guide her onto the pole lancing up into her body.
Emma settled just a little more and squeaked, “Ouch.”
She started to rise but Mike held her hips. “Wait, Sweetie. It will feel better in a second.” And he was right. The pain as her hymen tore was already receding. Her hips began to roll as she experienced the feel of a man entering her for the first time. "Move up and down, sweetheart," he said quietly.
Emma looked uncertain but smiled as she lifted up until just the tip of the shaft was still inside. She settled back down taking it slightly deeper and rose again. Each time it slid a little further into her body, filling her as she had never been filled before. Soon it was half way in, then two thirds and finally she settled all the way down as she mashed her clitoris against Mike’s body. "Oh God," she said. "I can't believe it's all the way in. I feel so full."
He pulled her down into a kiss while slowly rotating his hips and began fucking up into her. Quickly, her moves were matching his. She straightened, her hips continuing to move back and forth. Mike pulled her back to him then rolled over on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his ass as he plunging into her again and again. Mike tried to go at a slow rhythm but the feelings in his loins were so intense.
Their bodies started to move faster, each stroke into Emma harder, her hips answering his passion with increased passion. Soon they were fucking hard and fast. A red flush rose on her chest. Mike knew she was close to climax and couldn’t hold back any longer. Immersed in the pleasures of the flesh, his own climax was rising. Then it overwhelmed him. Mike’s cum surged and spasm after spasm of his balls sent his cum down his cock and into the girl below him as he emptied his seed into Emma. Emma felt the life bringing seed explode into her center and was overwhelmed as her climax exploded breaking the world into bits all surrounded by pleasure. Mike was vaguely aware of her incoherent moans as she crested her orgasm.
Completely drained, they rolled to the side. They lay together in the cool dark hut as the tropical breezes dried the sweat from their bodies, both limp, caressing each other.
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