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I like my job. Or at least I did like it until the world came to a crashing stop. I was a pilot for a rich man who liked to travel. A lot.

We were flying west over a cluster of Pacific islands in my boss's jet carrying him, his wife, daughters, and nieces to a holiday in Indonesia when it happened. A brilliant flash off our port side made an island disappear. A second later all hell broke loose in the cockpit. Circuits fried from the EMP -- that's Electro-Magnetic Pulse. It's what happens when a nuclear device is detected. Plays hell with electronics.

The jet lost power and we turned into a rapidly descending rock. Chuck, my boss, stuck his head in the cockpit..

"What was that?"

I was trying my damnedness to keep us up and get the engines restarted. "Get in the other seat," I ordered. He may own the aircraft, but right then I was in charge. He jumped in the seat, but didn't strap in.

"Pull back on the yoke," I yelled. "I'm trying to restart her."

With his help in keeping the nose up, I was able to prep the engines for restart. Number 1 wasn't coming back, but Number two engine spun into life, but was running erratically.

"Mayday, Mayday." This is Scholar two nine zero declaring an emergency." I could hear the fear in my own voice. Then I realized the radio was dead and really got scared.

I looked over at him. "Chuck. That was a nuke that went off and we need to get as far away from the radiation zone as we can before we lose her. Understand?" He nodded. "Now get back there and make sure everyone is strapped in." He nodded again and stood up.

"Good luck, Robby" was all he said and it was the last thing he ever said to me. He went back into the cabin.

Number 2 was going south on me. And we were going down. I decided to try to put her down before she crashed. I passed several islands, but none seemed big enough to support this group. The aircraft was settling toward the water and I had a sudden vision of swimming with sharks circling me. Then I saw it. It was big and had a wide sandy beach. I wrestled the controls and aimed parallel to the island. The water was racing up to meet us and then we hit with a jolt just as I cut the Number 2.. The bird bounced along the shallow water and then turned slightly into the beach. "Oh shit."

The plane hurtled across the sand toward a grove of palms and I threw my arms up for protection. A huge palm trunk loomed ahead and I expected to become part of it, but it missed me and sheared off the right side of the plane.

When the plane stopped, I was unhurt. I unbuckled and climbed out of the pilot's seat. The women were crying in the back of the plane. None of them had tried to get out of their seats so I unbuckled each of them. Chuck was dead. Apparently the palm that had narrowly missed the cockpit had taken him. Once we were all safely out of the plane. I took stock. Chuck's wife, prime 36-year-old piece Layna was sobbing hysterically. As tried to comfort her, she exploded at me.

"What did you do you bastard? You killed Chuck and nearly killed us." She swung and smacked me hard on the face. She drew back her hand to hit me again, but I caught her wrist and held it. Then I smacked her hard on both sides of her face. She stared at me in shock, outraged that I would slap her.

"First of all bitch. I saved your ass and your girls. Second. I'm in charge now." I grasped her full firm right breast and shoved her off her feet. She looked as if she wanted to charge me again, but I cocked my fist and shook my head. She relaxed and started crying again.

I turned my attention to the girls. They had all stopped crying and hugging each other. I paid close attention to Sandy, the 17-year-old. She had her mother's looks and breasts. Taut and highstanding. A body for fucking, But then so did her little sister. Priscilla or Pris who stood looking at me with a quizzical expression. Their cousins Robin, 15, and Charla, 14, also watched me carefully.

"Okay girls, we need to get whatever we can use out of the plane and make sure it's secure. Then we need to build a shelter of some sort. Getting them busy helped take their minds off Chuck's death. Fortunately Chuck was an avid fisherman and all of his equipment had survived. He also had a Ruger rifle and a collection of knives on board. I made sure I got everything that could be used as a weapon and concealed it in the dense jungle that began just off the beach.

I used a hatchet I had found in the plane's storage compartment to construct a temporary hut. Then I built a fire and cooked up a couple of cans of beef stew. Then I crawled into the hut and passed out in exhaustion.

Something woke me and I awoke to see a dark figure silhouetted by moonlight swinging something at my head. I rolled and caught the business end of a big stick on my back, but before Layna could swing again I was on her. I sprang up and hugged her and bore her down to the sandy floor of the hut. She screamed and thrashed under me. I guess her wild movements as I held her down did the trick. My prick grew hard and I got mad. I saved the bitch's life and now she was trying to kill me. I reach up and grabbed the front of her loose blouse and tore it off her. Her large heaving breasts were magnificent. She froze.

"No Robby. Please. I'll stop trying to hurt you. I swear." I reached down and grabbed her skirt and flipped it up, then shredded her panties as as I tore them from her. Then I freed my stone-hard prick and slid it along her slit.

"No, please…" she pleaded. "I'm very fertile right now. You'll make me pregnant. Please, I'm sorry. I'll be good from now on."

I said nothing , just slid the swollen head of my cock up and down the slippery cleft, then I pushed it into her wet hot hole.

"Noooo," she moaned as the head forced its way in to her heated depths. I pulled out slightly and then drove even deeper until all of my seven inches was buried in her wet pussy and nudged her cervix. Then I pulled out all the way and drove back in again. She moaned loudly.

I fell into a rhythm of long slow deep penetrations. Each time I bottomed out, the head of my prick pounded at her cervix, opening it more and more.

She gasped with each stroke.

"Robby please no…ahhh…please don't cum in me…ahhh. I mustn't get pregnant."

I let go of her tits which I had been mauling and grabbed her ankles, then forced her legs as wide as I could get them. I began fucking her as hard as I could.

"Oh GOD…" she screamed.. "uhhh…no. I mustn't cum…I mustn't cum…"

Then a massive orgasm swept through her and her cervix seemed to relax and open like a flower. The head drove through the tight opening which clamped onto my prick She was bucking and squalling like a wildcat now, the neck of her cervix milking my prick.

"Oh yesssss….cum in me now…I'm your bitch Robby…make a baby in me!"

That was the trigger. The orgasm seemed to come up from my feet and gave the signal to my balls to let go. Ropes of sperm gushed from my prick and splashed against the walls of her womb where an egg was waiting -- a fact we learned months later as Layna's belly began to swell with my seed.

After the first time, Layna was eager to take my seven inches any time I wanted her, which as it turned out, wasn't that frequently. I mean why fuck a thirtysomething pussy when teen pussy is close and willing. Time flew by on the island. My girls as I started calling them became dependent as a provider. Because of that, I was eventually able to seduce each of them.

Charla, the youngest, was next after Layna. We were alone on a secluded part of the beach when she stepped on a sea urchin spine. I laid her down and got the spine out, then sucked out the poison. While doing that I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties under the man's shirt she was wearing and I let my wrist brushed against her lightly furred pussy which earned a deep sigh. I knelt over her and started licking her gently. Her clit, a pink nubbin, swelled and juices began flowing. My tongue delved deeper and deeper into her slit and she shuddered and cried out as she had her first orgasm.

She moaned as I got between her legs and rubbed the glans of my prick along her juicy slit. I pushed the swollen head into her tiny virgin hole and she cried out. I pushed deeper and met her cherry.

"Fuck me Robby," she whispered. "Make me a mommy."

She screamed loudly as my prick tore through the membrane that separated childhood from womanhood. Her pussy was stretched to the maximum as I drove deeper and deeper with each stroke. She started cumming and I thought she would never stop.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yeessss…slam your hard prick in me….get it in deep Robby…."

"Oh Charla, I can't hold it…you're so hot and tight." She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear,

"Robby I want your baby in me. Fill my little pussy up with your sperm.. Fuck me hard and deep…I so want to have your baby… Fuck me fuck me."

Hearing this sent me over the edge. The nearest sensation I can compare it to is hitting an air pocket while flying and dropping several hundred feet fast. My cum boiled out of my prick and squirted under high pressure into her cervix and I tried to open hers up as I had Layna's, she was too small. When I had emptied my balls into her, I pulled out and rolled to the side exhausted.

Sounds like a dream come true, right? Pussy any time I wanted it. Well, at first it was, but once I started fucking one of them, they expected to be kept in the rotation. I wore myself down to the point, that I had to find a hideout. I finally found a quiet place deep in the jungle near the center of the island where I built a treehouse. A man has to get some rest.

By the anniversary of our crash, there had been four births on the island and another expected by Sandy soon. And trust me on this: being pregnant seems to have an intense effect upon a woman's libido. We settled into a rotation that meant I would fuck at least one of them each day. On special days when I was "up" for it, I would fuck all of them.

One day about 18 months after we crashed, I was prowling around in the cabin of the crashed plane, I found a portable shortwave radio that hadn't been damaged by the EMP because it had been turned off at the time of the blast. By stripping the wiring harness out of the airframe I was able to rig up a good antenna. I was able to tune in the BBC and learned that a massive war had swept the earth, pretty much killing 98 percent of the population. The nuke that had taken us down was one of the few that had been used. Biowarfare had been the method that had killed most. I breathed a sigh of relief, figuring that we had escaped death by radiation. We were stuck on this island and among the few people left on earth.

From that moment on, my duty was clear. I turned off the radio and went to the women's hut. They all looked "expectantly" at me, but it was Pris I chose. She was suckling our little girl now five months old. I held out my hand and helped her to her feet. She handed the child to her sister and I led her into the jungle. When we were out of sight of the beach, I pulled her down and as she spread , I buried my my ironhard prick to the hilt in her slippery hole. Yes, my duty was before me and I would not shirk it. As she screamed out my name, my babymaking sperm gushed into her womb to put her with child again.