Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 180lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 75lbs, shoulder-length light-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 12-15(?)

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

	- 5'1, 105lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Bailey drifted off to sleep once more, my slick semen streaked from her vagina to her thigh. I'd just ejaculated inside my little lover while she held Keekah's larger body beneath her. I didn't know if the brown girl had been aware of our lovemaking, but part of me was very aroused by knowing she'd joined us, in a sense. I hoped we hadn't frightened her.

I couldn't sleep and stepped outside into the slackening rain. The wind still blew strong, and my skin felt like it was pelted with spitballs as I grabbed my plastic basket and waded into the surf. I found oysters, clams, a new kind of scallop. By the time the rain stopped and the sun burst through, I had several dozen shellfish and headed to gather onions.

Bailey rose from the shelter and stretched, reached back her hand, and led Keekah outside. They held hands for a moment before Bailey set off toward the water. The twelve-year old squatted and urinated. I knew my cum was probably still in her vagina, running down her legs. Keekah watched for a moment before joining Bailey at the water's edge and squatting. The brown girl urinated strongly next to the twelve-year old, and I saw Bailey glance a moment between the girl's legs before settling into the water to wash up.

I fed wet wood into the fire. It took a long time to get the flames going, but when they did, the warmth was very welcome. Bailey and Keekah were splashing each other in the surf, giggling and acting carefree. I heard Bailey singing, couldn't make out the tune, then Keekah sang a song in her language. It sounded wistful, careful, perhaps melancholy. The girls smiled, hugged tightly, and made their way back to camp.

I paused to watch them walk toward me. The differences between them were many and delicious. Bailey's small pink puffs verses Keekah's larger brown, pert, jiggling tits and dark areola. Keekah's womanly, curvy hips against Bailey's narrow thighs. The brown-skinned girl's bush obscuring her sex while Bailey's hairless Mons revealed the top of her tender slit.

My cock rose again, and I tried to refocus on getting the food prepared before I got too distracted. The girls settled, traded words for leg, for arm and finger, and for vagina. Keekah pointed then touched her bush and slid her hand back to touch her vulva. “Tekeh. Tekeh.” When Bailey told her 'vagina' and pointed to her hairless slit, Keekah slid her fingers between Bailey's thighs, touching the girl's labia gently.

Bailey shuddered and giggled. She reached out and stroked Keekah's bush before sliding her fingers down to the girl's sex. She pulled her fingers back wet, sniffed them instinctively. Bailey seemed to realize what she'd just done and she blushed, dropping her hand quickly. Keekah mirrored her, brought the fingers which had brushed Bailey's labia to her own nose and inhaled. She smiled, said a few words we didn't understand.

Goddamn was that arousing to watch!

The seafood was done, and once cool, we munched on raw onions while we dug out scallops and clams and oysters. Keekah ate her fill and Bailey and I finished off the remains. It was only midday at that point. Bailey ran off to defecate and Keekah got up, said a few words, and walked off to the East near the treeline.

I sat confused a minute, thinking maybe she had the same urge as Bailey and was going to join the girl in the water. Instead she walked past that point and disappeared in the trees.

I ran after her, didn't like the idea of her heading off on her own. As I approached the trees, I heard light grunting that made me think I'd been right about her urge and wrong about where she was heading to take care of it. I turned toward camp and saw Bailey rising out the water and heading for me.

“Kow. Kow.” In her hands Keekah held two bunches of dark green fruits that looked like bananas, only thicker, more round. She passed me one of the bunches and ripped one off her own. Keekah bit off the end and spit it out, started milking the off-white contents into her mouth.

It looked like whipped banana mush, which is to say it looked delicious. I'd just eaten or I'd have dug in. Instead, I did my best to show thanks and took the bananas back to camp. Keekah followed and tossed her bundle next to mine inside the shelter.

Bailey was cleaning the cook pan and makeshift utensils down at the shore, and I was alone with the brown girl inside the metal room. She stared at me, soft smile on her lips. I couldn't help smiling back and looking at her body. Her small, but swelling tits were perfect little brown peaches. Peaches with big, dark areole and tight brown nipples. Her pubes were sweaty, glistening from the reflections inside the structure. My cock grew and was quickly pointing at her.

She giggled, blushed, looked at my penis, giggled again. Keekah grabbed my dick and shook it a couple of times, took her hand away, did it again, then darted outside laughing.

I wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, but both she and I seemed to enjoy it. I made myself calm down my sudden lust for the young girl. Bailey was my world, I loved her. I was polyamorous, but it was a difficult concept to teach to a twelve-year old. I promised myself I wouldn't let anything happen with Keekah. Bailey was far too important to me.

Bailey and I gathered firewood while Keekah harvested the purple nuts. She was great at climbing the thick trees and soon had knocked down dozens of bundles.

“So, what do you think about Keekah, Bailey? Pretty strange to find someone else here, someone who doesn't speak our language.”

She looked thoughtful. “I like her. She's fun. And... hehehe... she smells good!”

I recalled how Bailey had slid her fingers along Keekah's wetness and smelled them. “I bet she did. Bailey... she's... she's... I've seen her looking at my genitals. More than just looking.”

“Oh?” She pursed her lips. “Well... I guess that's ok, really. I touched her, she touched me down there.”

“She's a curious girl, I think, probably full of hormones and isn't used to having what she craves right in her face like that. Not literally in her face! You know what I mean...”

Bailey laughed. “What she craves, huh? I bet she does... I know what that's like.” Bailey rubbed her hip against my groin, my penis rising against her touch.

“Kow! Kay-nee! Kow, Kay-nee!”

Keekah was near the camp, waving to us, the universal arm movement telling us to 'come here.' She didn't look frantic or hurt, so we finished filling our armloads of wood and headed back to the fire pit.

The brown girl moved up to the stream bed, pointed in. She made it clear she wanted us to go with her that way. I wondered if she had found what we did, that the storms sometimes drove off the bugs for a while. Keekah ducked in and we started to follow.

The swarming millions met us quickly. Unlike the last time a storm had rolled through, the most recent downpour hadn't drowned the buzzing wall. Keekah stood several meters inside, acting almost unaffected by the bugs. I shook my head, tried my best to show her that we weren't going in with the bugs like that.

She walked back, took our hands and led us back to the point where the stream spilled onto the beach. Near that spot, Keekah knelt down and plucked dull yellow leaves and handed us each a couple dozen. She opened us her mouth. The girl had a wad of the leaves in her jowl.

I wasn't exactly clear what we were doing at this point, but Bailey and I both chewed the leaves and tucked them as Keekah had done. The leaves tasted like nothing more than fresh leaves. Grassy, hint of raw spice, a briny film.

Keekah squatted down and motioned for us to do the same. I caught Bailey gazing between the girl's legs, the twelve-year old looking curious and thoughtful. Her eyes snapped away when Keekah looked at her, the brown girl returning the gaze, staring into Bailey's parted thighs. Bailey looked at me and smiled, blushed, as Keekah stared at her little slit.

We squatted and waited for fifteen, twenty minutes, then Keekah had us stand. She leaned in close to me, sniffed deeply along my neck, my chest, my stomach and arms. She brought her head down close to my genitals and sniffed more. I thought for one moment she was going to suck my dick, but she moved off, nodded her head, and moved to Bailey.

Keekah sniffed her neck and started down as she had with me. She squatted down, brought her brown nose into contact with Bailey's hood, and inhaled. She sniffed greedily, giggled, inhaled deep, paused, and smelled Bailey's pussy once more before rising, smiling, and nodding.

As had been the case so many times that day, I had no clue what had just happened. It was like Keekah saw an entirely different world than I did and I wasn't sure what I'd missed. Bailey looked at me, grinning, flushed. I couldn't help myself. I knelt down and pushed my nose into Bailey's thin hairless slit and breathed in.

I loved the way my preteen lover's pussy smelled. Her feminine odor was one of musk, of sweat and brine, of warm, moist young vulva. I sniffed and sniffed, heard Bailey moan and shift. I nearly lost myself in the girl's body, but pulled myself away. I kissed her, tasted desire and arousal on her tender lips. Her eyes sparkled as we turned back toward the brown girl's route.

Again, we ducked into the woods and again we stopped at the bugs. Keekah walked through them, unconcerned. She paused, looked back, pointed to the wad of leaves in her mouth and exaggerated walking through the bugs by swinging her arms as she strode.

I think she was telling us that the leaves caused our bodies to repel the bugs, something like garlic and vampires, I guess. Given that I didn't believe in vampires, I didn't exactly believe in the leaves, but the girl did have smooth skin, just a few scattered bites, and if she'd spent even a day in these woods, she should have been covered.

I took a few steps in. Despite the buzzing swarm around me, there seemed to be a small bubble of clearance between it and me. Still disconcerting, but only a couple landed on me and they took off quickly. Maybe the leaves did work. I reached back for Bailey and pulled her with me.

We followed Keekah up the stream for some time and came to the bend where we'd found the first trap. Caught tight in the wire was a fat hare. The fluffy critter was still alive but not by much. Keekah broke its neck and reset the trap. She held it up for Bailey and I to see and grinned. The brown girl peeled a piece of thin, tough bark from a nearby tree, then pulled a hidden piece of wire from nearby. She threaded the wire through three points on the bark and made a sling-style basket. Hare laid on top, she sang brightly as she practically skipped to the next trap.

The second was empty, as was the third, but as we ascended the stream, three others had caught hares. We passed beyond the point Bailey and I had achieved days prior and ascended a small height to what was a less-dense area a few dozen feet above the ground. To the North I could see hints of the taller ridge further in, but Keekah led us East along the edge of the shorter ridge.

We passed several more empty traps, then found one holding fast around a small, black pig. Keekah sang loudly as she killed her catch and handed me the now-heavily laden basket. She led us further East and we soon heard the surf and could smell the brine.

She pulled us to a point near where the shorter ridge heads back North and likely ran into the taller. The beach was somewhere to the East. Keekah ducked between a couple of trees and climbed through a gap in a rock pile. I followed and found myself in a small, dirt and rock-lined cave of sorts. The roof was the same as the floor, and other than the light from the entrance, was completely blocking the sun's rays.

It was Keekah's shelter. “Kainga. Kainga.” I wanted badly to understand what caused the beautiful young girl to have to trap rabbits and live in a rock and mud hole all by herself. There was a tremendous and possibly sad story there, and I had no way to get it out of her.

We stood around in the dank air, already feeling a bit claustrophobic. I wasn't sure if she expected that we would stay there with her, but I couldn't do it. Bailey, too, looked a bit nauseous after a moment and we ducked out into the fresh air. Keekah followed us and showed us the backside of the rock pile, where several hare pelts had been placed to dry and cure. I started to pick them up, but she stopped me and made it clear they weren't ready. She pointed back the way we'd come while voicing something in her tongue. Keekah started off, and we followed.

We made it back to camp late in the afternoon. Bailey and I urinated by the surf while Keekah wandered back upstream. I'd seen enough to know I probably knew less about surviving in those woods than she did, so I let my stream flow and gazed between Bailey's legs as her piss splashed into the surf.

Keekah returned and I saw something metal in one hand. She brought the rabbits and pig down to the surf, along with a few of our plastic rose holders. She gripped a simple, flat knife, and in moments had a hare pelt separated from the raw meat inside, draining the blood into the holders. I was stunned by the way she worked the knife and handled cleaning the furry critter.

While she worked, Bailey and I cleaned up in the surf to the West a bit, splashing and feeling completely refreshed despite a day already packed with surprises and lovemaking and exploration. I hugged her tight, kissed her, and squeezed her small body against mine. “I love you, Bailey, I really do.”

“I love you, too, Kal. Forever.”

Forever was such a strange word when you were surviving day to day. It took on a whole new meaning when I stopped to consider what forever meant when we were rescued. It was the first time on the island that I actually had a small part of me hope we weren't rescued. A small part, just a pang of loss for what would happen when we were separated and lost to each other. I didn't want to lose Bailey, and I knew that if I had no one to go home to, no Kate, no Nina, Bailey had to be in my life. I needed her, and it was painful to know that in order to keep her, no boat could come to our shore.

Bailey and I kissed and necked and petted each other's genitals. She was as horny as I was, but we tried to calm ourselves a bit as we returned to the fire pit. Bailey did a great job getting it going while I helped Keekah bend the one free metal strut back to straight. She threaded it through two of the hares while I scouted West down the beach to find two sturdy branches with a Y at one end. It took me a while to find two that were strong enough, and by the time I came back, both Bailey and Keekah had their arms crossed, stern looks on their faces, feet tapping impatiently on the sand.

The girls broke into laughter when they saw my surprised reaction. “I taught her that just now!” I couldn't help but laugh. It was a pretty successful demonstration of the ability of the girls to sync without spoken language.

The hares roasted, the smell of charring meat making us all hungry. We shared a couple of the banana-fruits and broke open nuts. Bailey chewed a wild onion straw while I contemplated pulling out one of the cigars for the first time.

I wasn't a smoker, but like a lot of guys my age, I'd token on both cigars and pot in social settings. I liked cigars, sometimes, but never picked up much of a passion for them. Lacking alcohol to toast what was clearly a momentous day for all three of us, I pulled out one of the thinner cigars, chomped the end, and puffed it to life with a Bic.

Keekah raised her arms and danced a circular movement at the edge of the fire, calling out “Heekah! Heekah!” She reached for the cigar and took it from my lips. Bailey raised an eyebrow. The brown-skin girl smelled it, smiled, and puffed two or three times before handing it back. “Maeen-Neen, Teenay Ko.”

I looked at Bailey. “Well, it's the end of the world. We've got fresh kill on the barbeque, a naked native girl, and cigars. You in?” She laughed at me, eyes bright and beautifully golden brown. Bailey took the cigar and brought it to her lips. “Just inhale a little into your mouth, don't suck it down your throat.”

“Hmm...” Bailey's cheeks puffed out as she took a toke from the tobacco stick. She let it out and took another. One more. She looked reluctant to send it back my way. “Tastes like shit.”

It was my turn to laugh at her. “Yeah, it does taste like shit. But it's a nice buzz if you can take it.”

So the three of us passed the cigar around while our meat dripped and sizzled over the flames. I made drink mix into something other than a slurry for the first time, and Bailey and I pretended to sip wine as we toked on the cigar. The girls' eyes were red by the time the butt was flicked into the fire, and we all had a rush from the nicotine.

Keekah sang to us as she checked the meat, and after what felt like hours, she seemed to declare it ready. We slid the hares onto her cleaned bark basket and crammed the little pig and remaining hares onto the skewer, starting them over the flames.

The brown girl quickly sliced the hares apart and we all sunk our mouths into succulent, rich meat. Juices exploded onto our tongues. The hare was dark, a bit tough, but incredibly tasty.

It didn't take long to polish them off. Keekah and Bailey alternated songs, the latter singing me ballads and shaking her hips in rhythm. We reserved the two hares when they were done, slicing up the piglet. Better than the hares, the near-familiar pork flavor was strong and quickly filled us as we lapped up the scraps from the basket.

Keekah wrapped the remaining hares in big green leaves, using vines to tighten it into a package, and buried it near the fire pit in the sand. I expected she knew what she was doing given how she'd cleaned the beasts, and we all headed for the surf for cleanup.

The brown girl was yawning and clearly exhausted. I tried to see the day through her eyes and found that it had to be as strange a day to her as it was to us. We all walked back to the shelter, drip dried and then shared the towel. Keekah went in first, then looked back out when Bailey and I stayed outside. I tried to wave her back in, give her the idea that my lover and I wanted a moment or two alone. She smiled, seemed to get the hint, and we saw her settle down inside.

“Mmm... you feel so good, Bailey, my love. I love you so much.”

Bailey sucked in her breath and shivered. “Getting cool out here.”

“I can warm you up.”

We kissed and necked, I ran my hands to my favorite little puffy nubs, felt her breasts swell, saw them shine in the early moonlight. The twelve-year old was stroking my penis slowly, her small hand gentle and careful. I ran my tongue down her neck, tasted the brine from the surf, a familiar flavor that I'd already associated with her body.

I nuzzled my face against her stomach and laid back, bringing her hips over my face. Bailey sighed, “oh, yess... oh, kiss me there...”

I did so, pursing my lips and gently kissing her clit, feeling it rise. I kissed her labia, slipped my tongue out to taste her sex. Bailey began to writhe, moaning so sweetly into the night. My hands found her breasts again, bringing her puffies to full erection, Bailey's tiny tits straining against my hands. The young girl held my head in her hands, used her arms to leverage her body around on my lips.

My tongue danced to her clit and darted back to her vagina. I teased her young petals, the flower between her legs swollen and wanting. Bailey was more creamy than usual, her arousal from the day had her body vibrating over me, her hairless pussy drooling into my mouth.

I ran my hands along the small of her little back, slid across her dimple and down to the top of her butt crack. Bailey arched her back, cried out softly, rocked front-to-back-to-front across my face, her slender hips shuddering. She panted, her breaths coming faster. Bailey cried out as my tongue circled her clit, shook, rocked forward, cried out again, and orgasmed in my mouth. “nnnuhnnn... nuuunnn... uuunnn... ooohnnn... nnunnnn... uuunnoohnnn... ooohnn... oh... Kal...”

I was rock hard as my little lover climaxed. The sounds she made when she came were so sweet, so almost-innocent, so genuine. Bailey came like a tender angel, carefully and sighing. There was no better thing in the world.

She rode my face for a moment as her orgasm waned, then slid her hand back to my cock. The thin girl stroked me a moment, getting better at the grip, then slid her body back and straddled my waist. She squatted against my member and guided the tip of my penis to her small vagina.

Bailey sank down slowly, her tight channel dilating with resistance. She was soaked, creamy, and her slickness allowed her to sit down on me, my dick halfway inside her and once more pressed hard against her cervix.

The young girl looked at my eyes as she began to slide her pussy up and down on my penis. She ran her fingers across my chest, played with the hairs there, stroked her palms across my hard nipples. Bailey's mouth was open, panting softly as she rode, her gripping cunt sucking at my length each time she rose a couple of inches.

I felt my load rising, knew I'd soon leave my seed in my young lover.

“Kal,” Bailey whispered. “We're being watched.”

I looked where she looked, rolling my head back toward the shelter. Squatted down on the balls of her feet, back against the metal box, was Keekah, hand between her legs and slowly playing with herself.

The brown girl was watching Bailey ride me, and she was getting off on it.

I worried for a second that Bailey would stop. Instead, she watched Keekah masturbate, picked up her speed a bit, began to ride me faster. Her channel lengthened just a touch, another half inch of my cock sliding inside each time I bottomed out.

Bailey looked at me, mouth agape, smiling, panting, looked back at Keekah. I heard moans come from the brown girl, looked at her to see her knees shaking, her body trembling, fingers dancing across her shadow-hidden snatch. Keekah cried out and climaxed watching us. “neeeeonn... nnneeeeooo... neeeoonn... noooeeeeeee... ooooooeeee... ooooeeee...”

Bailey shuddered and exploded, her body grinding down on me, forcing my cock to press hard against her cervix. Her pussy spasmed, she cried out, moisture sliding down my balls from her hole. Bailey rocked, moaned, held the sides of my chest as she came, her eyes watching the brown girl's shuddering body.

The combination of the girl's orgasming practically together sent me over the top and I clenched, strained, throbbed three, four times, and unloaded my seed in Bailey's vagina. “uuuhhh.. uhhhh... ohh... Bailey... cumming... cumming in you... uhhh... uhhh... uhhh... uhhh... oooohhhh... ohhh...” Hot semen splashed into her young cunt, Bailey riding, staring at my eyes once more. Her eyes were wide, sparkling in the moonlight, her attention on milking every drop of my load with her pussy. I spewed a long stream inside, the first shot sliding down my length and churning, white and frothy, around her labia.

Bailey fell over top of me, my penis softening in her hot hairless snatch. We kissed and hugged tightly. “Love you, Kal. Love you so much.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I love you with all my heart. Forever.”

My load drooled out her vagina as I slipped out of my lover's body. Bailey and I stumbled down to the stream to rinse off the sand and sweat and the cream from our orgasms. We drip dried and walked back to the shelter. Keekah was sitting at the entrance, huge smile on her face.

I ducked into the shelter and smelled the girl's pussy immediately. It was sharp, rich, full of musty tones, much heavier than Bailey's. It was a wonderful aroma in its own way.

Keekah leapt into Bailey's arms as soon as she entered, hugging her tightly. “Takatay-Puey... mmm... Takatay-Puey...”

We retook the positions we'd had earlier in the day while resting during the storm. Keekah laid down first, head on a pillow, and Bailey rolled herself into the girl's mocha-colored body. I draped myself around Bailey and kissed her neck, shoulders, slowly ran my hands down her young hips. Bailey ran her own hands over Keekah, gently teasing her flesh and raising goosebumps. My lover slowed her strokes and settled her hand on Keekah's curvy hip, lightly moving her hand back and forth across the girl's skin.

Light touches, smells of arousal, and warm bodies soon became a sleepy collection of survivors, and we spent our first night with Keekah in an pile of flesh and sounds of easy sleep.