Shipwrecked - Chapter 125: Adrift (MF creampie oral swallow)

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Chapter 125: Adrift

We celebrated the winter solstice a week later after a few days of light, cold rain. June 21st was the shortest day of the year in terms of sunlight in the Southern Hemisphere, and it gave all of us renewed energy to know that each day for the next six months the sun would set a little later each time. It wasn't much of a celebration, even by our own standards. There was a great deal to do around camp and in the fields. Hakee, Nina, and I spent most of the day tending to our tree farm, picking the spare weeds and brambles which tried to creep in. Hakee felt confident that by spring the first of the fruits would arrive.

Amy took care of the monthly inventory of our goods while we were gone. She itemized each of our stored items in the stock journal. She had to dispose of a five-kilogram bag of tuber flour when she found it full of worms, but otherwise, we were doing a good job of making our way through the lean season, thanks in large part to our supplies from the raid, as well as the abundance of fish of all sorts. An occasional hare or wild pig hadn't hurt, either.

Amu and Manu came down from the North with Mie, Poln, Kate, Kylana, Tika, and Tila, and we left the post unmanned for the first time since the last wedding ceremony. It was fantastic to see Kate again, and I made a near-spectacle of myself rushing to hug her and even lifted her into the air as she laughed and hugged my neck.

Manu told us there had been no sign of any boats or other potential threats in the Northern waters, and I wondered if it was worth continuing to maintain our constant presence there.

Nina and Hakee both felt we should continue our watch, even if it had only once given us warning of anyone approaching. We knew little beyond our shores, and the spare conversations we had with the Uhonamonans since the raid suggested they had nothing much to add. Our friends to the South had stopped observing the cache island a couple of weeks after it was clearly no longer in use and they had seen no further unknown boats in their area, even when a day or two in deeper water on fishing trips.

Around the fire, we ate a rich stew of potatoes, chunks of the tender silverback fish, clams, scallops, and a few cans of the vegetables from the raid. Seasoned perfectly with salt, lemon pepper, garlic powder, sage, and thickened a touch with some of the powdered milk, it was the best stew I'd tasted on the island. It melted in my mouth and I had a second helping as Hakee scooped out the remains from the large pot.

Those of us not nursing or pregnant shared rum and joints, Amy and Keekah singing and getting us all loose and relaxed as the cool air moved over us after dark. We danced and laughed together. I missed Gale and Tok a lot the longer they were gone. The big man's smile and Gale's steady optimism had been so wonderful around the camp that it was most obvious in moments of revelry that they weren't there.

I hadn't had a chance to talk to them via the radio, the two reportedly staying on the South end of the island and working on a dam and mill along a major creek on Uhonamona, progress steady but the project a large one. Kunomo, who had recovered from his illness, expected it would be another few weeks before the work was completed and Gale and Tok might choose to return at that time.

I swung Bailey around the sand, smiling and laughing with her as Kate rocked Katie and let the infant suckle from her bared breast. Keekah joined us and the three of us shuffled together as clouds moved in over us, blocking the starlight, and the wind came steady and with a chilly edge. In twos and threes, the others began to retire and disappear into huts, buzzed and tired from a long day of hard work and a couple of hours of communal enjoyment.

Bailey took Katie and went to our shelter after she kissed me, and Keekah followed. “May I have this dance?” Kate asked me with a smile.

“Always.”

I took her hand and she slid her other around me, pulling me close. We were the only ones still around the fire. For long moments, we rocked together, sharing kisses and holding each other close.

“I missed you while you were North,” I told her quietly.

“I missed you, too,” Kate responded, “but it was worth it, really. We got a lot done up there.”

“So I heard. Seems Amu has really earned his keep since he arrived.”

“Yeah,” the redhead said, “he may be a quiet man, but he's smart and he has a lot of great ideas for the fields. Plus, he and Manu are very much in love.”

“That's great. She always seemed very lonely, even with the rest of us here for her.”

“How have you been holding up here?” Kate asked me, running her hand over my ass and giving it a squeeze. “Your younger wives taking care of you?”

“Mmm... yes, but no one takes care of me the way you do,” I said with a grin.

Kate laughed. “True, I suppose.” She kissed my lips, then said, “I did have some fun up North.”

“Oh? Tell me...”

“Well... I spent some time with Manu and Amu... we had fun together, and a couple of nights... Mie and Poln and I...” The way she brushed her head against my chest and giggled made me imagine that she might have blushed, “We had fun, too.”

“Mmm... my beautiful horny wife...”

“You're one to talk,” she said, smiling, “Mie told me... in detail... how you fucked her ass a few days ago. She made me finger her there while she told me. Poln was so turned on he put it in her butt with my finger in there. It was really hot, feeling him cum in Mie's butt like that... I got off so hard.”

I drew her hand down to my crotch, “And now, you've got me hard...”

Kate purred, “not too cold for a blow job, is it?”

I shook my head, “not a chance.”

She grinned and sank to her knees, unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock, quickly slipping it into her mouth, humming as she sucked me quickly. I held her beautiful red hair out of her face, pulling it behind her head, then held it with one hand as I started to time my strokes with her movements. Kate always loved me to fuck her mouth while she blew me, the sensation of gagging lightly a turn on for her. I pushed deeper into her with each stroke, my dick pressing against the back of her throat.

Kate slobbered along my length, dipped down quickly to lap her own saliva from my shaft, then took me inside once more. In moments, I felt myself swelling between her lips. “Oh... yes... cumming, Kate... ooohh... ooohh... cuuummm... innnnggg...” I filled my wife's mouth with hot, sticky semen, some of it firing past her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed like a pro, never choking, no gagging. Kate pushed her lips down to the base of my shaft and held still as several long ropes of cum spurted directly into her stomach.

I fell back in the chair, off balance a moment, Kate grinning and licking her lips. “Mmm... damn, Kal. You didn't even give me a chance to taste it.”

I laughed and squeezed my cock, a large glob of white cum hanging tenuously from the opening at the tip. She saw what I'd done and knelt, licking my jism and purring her appreciation.

“My turn,” I told her as I stood. I pushed Kate into the chair and pulled down her pants. She wore no panties, the smell of her crotch rich and musky. I loved the way Kate's body smelled, clean or dirty. She'd always exuded scents full of sexuality which drove my lust for her higher and higher. Her pants at her knees, I raised her legs into the air and kept them together as I knelt down and lapped her sweaty labia.

I tasted her briny, slippery flesh on my tongue, savoring the way it slid across my lips and coated my throat. I inhaled Kate's odors, then drove my tongue into her vagina, using one hand to keep her legs in the air, the other sliding around her erect clit. She moaned loudly and rocked her hips forward and back.

She came on my face in rapid jerks, “uh... uh... uh! Uh! Uh! oh... ohhhhhh...” I lapped up the creamy, pungent juices which drooled from her pussy and teased her butthole a moment before her legs fell over my left shoulder and she panted, eyes dancing with the firelight. “I want you inside me, Kal.”

I rose to my knees and pushed down my pants. My cock was half-hard, so I rubbed it against her sloppy slit, soon fully erect. I slipped into her hot folds and fucked her steadily, her ankles over my left shoulder, her pants still gathered around her knees. The chair was positioned perfectly for driving myself deep into Kate's vagina, and moments later, she came again, my own following hers, a smaller load of semen firing from my penis into her body.

I drew back and pulled up my pants before I sank onto the sand, breathing heavily. Kate's legs hit the course grains and she rested a moment, her sweaty crotch exposed to the cold air. I swear I could see steam rising from her reddish pubes. I stood and helped Kate get to her feet, righted her pants, and held her tight as we shared a wet kiss and the taste of her horny pussy.

“I missed that, Kal. No matter who else I'm with, I always miss this.”

“I know... I feel it, Kate. You know I love you so much. I love fucking you. I love loving you. And, I love that I miss you whenever you're not here.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek, adding, “okay, it wasn't too cold for a blow job, but now that I've cum twice, I'm starting to get chilly.”

“Same. I'll put down the fire if you want to get cozy inside.”

“I'll help you. Then we can both get cozy.”

- - -

Cold rain poured down for three days, making the work outside somewhat miserable. Still, it was much preferred to the stiff summer heat we'd suffered through at times. Hakee and Nina had gone North to give Manu and Amu a chance to rest in camp. They'd been working furiously for weeks on the crops, the irrigation, and the other improvements to ready the fields for the warmer months to come. The rain was a perfect excuse for them to stay in and keep each other company in their shelter.

It also gave us a chance to get in a lot of lessons for the teens and younger members of our family. Amy and Bailey had read everything we had in the crates of books brought by the wrecked boat, some of which included history and science, and they helped Kate and I work with Mie, Poln, Tila, and Tika. The twins were still a challenge, their grasp of English far beyond my own ability to speak their language, but still very much in-progress. They understood most things said to them, but they still had trouble replying in full sentences at times. Even so, I enjoyed those moments with all of them and looked forward to any chance to discuss intellectual subjects with interested young people.

Amy was a natural teacher. She had a manner of speaking and explaining things which made the process clear and fun. She worked in jokes and puns which I appreciated even if Mie and the others didn't grasp them. It was wonderful to sit back and watch her give lessons.

I went North alone on the morning of June 25th to take Hakee and Nina some fresh supplies. We'd caught a large mess of sweet crabs the previous day, and I carried a small caldron of stew with me, along with sacks of the banana-fruits. It had been many weeks since I'd gone to see the fields, and I was looking forward to observing the progress which Manu and the others had made since my last visit. I planned to be back by dusk.

The caldron was heavy to carry alone, but I made the best of it thanks to a harness Keekah had made out of leather and tough vines. I found Hakee and Nina in one of the Easternmost plots in the late morning, and greeted them with hugs. I took the stew to the small pit near the cabin and started a fire, settling the pot over top to reheat it for lunch.

The women joined me as the day warmed and a stiff breeze blew in from the Northwest. We ate quickly, the stew left to simmer so that they would have a filling meal that evening. They'd brought plenty of food with them for a planned week-long stay, but I knew it was always nice to get a special treat brought up from the main camp, especially one as delicious as the crab and potato stew Manu put together the night before.

Hakee and Nina returned to the fields while I did some repair work on the cabin, sealing up a few small leaks and replacing a piece of the roof which had become riddled with small cracks from where a heavy branch had fallen from an overhanging tree. From the roof, I could just make out the Northern waters. I stood a moment after completing my task, reflecting on how much I enjoyed the natural beauty of the island and its surrounding seas.

A black smear appeared near the horizon to the Northeast. I stared a while, unable to tell if it was a mirage or something more tangible. The breeze drove it closer, and I could see, after perhaps thirty minutes, that it was a small vessel of some sort. It appeared adrift. After I was certain of its progress, a track leading in the general direction of our island, I raced to where Hakee and Nina were reforming part of an irrigation ditch in the Easternmost field.

“Boat,” I said, out of breath from the run, “Northwest, drifting, coming this way.” I pointed in the general direction though, from the field, it was impossible to see the bulk of the ocean to the North. “I want to cut it off with our boat. Hakee, keep watch, if it appears to do anything but drift, get on the radio and bring them back here. Nina, with me.”

Nina and I rushed to the South, passing the lake which was overflowing its banks on two sides from the recent rain. I had no time to reflect on how lovely it was to have such an idyllic, peaceful spot high up on the island. I'd spent many enjoyable hours there, bathing, making love, relaxing with those I cared about, but on my mind at that moment was protecting my loved ones.

We made it back to the main camp in the early afternoon. Everyone but Manu and Amu were close by, and I sent Kylana racing off to the West where the two lovers were harvesting banana-fruits in the tree line.

“I want Kate to organize things here. You know what to do.” We'd discussed this exact scenario many times, to the point where I often saw eyes roll when the subject came up. What mattered was that, when the situation became real, as it had just then, everyone understood what to do. They were all armed, bags over shoulders, ready to flee North immediately. Manu would take the youngest islanders North immediately, the others awaiting further instruction at the main camp. “I'm taking the boat with Popko and Nina. We'll try to cut it off. It seemed to be drifting, so it might be abandoned. Regardless, if Kate or Hakee tells you to move North, you move North.” Keekah was already manning the radio, awaiting word from Hakee.

I could see the concern in Bailey's eyes, a look mirrored by Amy, but no one opposed the plan. I holstered a pistol and Popko and Kate shouldered semi-automatic rifles. I kissed them all briefly, then the three of us pushed off the shore in the rowboat and rounded to the East where we had our boat tied and anchored just off the beach.

We released the long rope line tied to trees on shore, then rowed out again, collecting the rope as we went. I crawled on first, followed quickly by Nina. She got the boat fired up while Popko and I wound the anchor up and secured it. We still had about two hours before dark, and I hoped it was enough time to get to the boat, deal with it, and get back again.

The water was fairly calm until we came out of the lee protection of the high ridge to our West. The choppy waves greeted us near the Northeast corner of the island, just below the cave where we'd barely survived during the invasion of the hawk-bugs. The wind whipped the water into a frothy white foam which sent sprays of cool brine to soak into our clothing.

It was unfortunate that the radio in the boat did not include the range of channels found in the radios we'd acquired during the raid. It would have made locating the other vessel much easier to communicate with Hakee at the cabin, the second set kept there for emergency contact. It made me glad we had that system in place as we rounded the island and headed Northwest, Hakee able to let those at the main camp know if danger was approaching.

The spray began to appear in heavy sheets, making it difficult to see far enough to make out the vessel. I had Nina head in the general direction from which I thought the boat was drifting. Further along, I could just make out Hakee on the high ridge line, now to our South, a silhouette with the Sun to her left as evening approached.

It took another twenty minutes to see the dark shape ahead, no more than a couple of miles from our position. I had Nina race ahead, eager to cut off the boat before it got any closer. Popko and I readied our weapons as our craft bounced heavily through the waves.

The boat was smaller than our own, but not by much. It was sleek, a dark grayish blue hull. Nina shouted, “that's a Progress vessel!” She referred to the group, formed from the remnants of the United States and United Kingdom, which had established a base in Tahiti. She eased up on the throttle, keeping the boat at a distance of five hundred meters or so. I wiped the lenses of my binoculars and stared at the craft while we idled.

“It's drifting,” I said after studying the way the boat was without anchor or propulsion. “Don't see anyone moving.”

“Want to push to it?” Nina shouted.

“Yes. Let's get this over with. Be ready, Popko.”

Nina pressed forward and we were soon within a few meters of the craft, idling as we approached. It was difficult to get to a close but safe distance with the way the boat meandered over waves and threatened to strike against our hull. Nina fought to keep our vessel alongside.

We still saw no movement on the deck. I tossed a long coil of rope over to the other boat after Popko had tied it off on a cleat on our own, then, timing as best I could, leapt across the three-foot gap before Nina backed off again. Popko kept his rifle aimed to my right and ready to fire if needed.

I saw the body almost immediately. Dark-red blood ran towards the stern from where a dead man lay face-up, his arms at odd angles, red stains on his blue uniform near his abdomen, his corpse bloated so much that his clothing was straining to hold it back. The smell was horrendous as the Northwesterly breeze passed over the body and sent the sweet, rancid scents of death into my nose. I retched involuntarily, but kept my pistol ready to fire.

I crept along the port side and spotted a second body further back. A woman this time, and like the man's body, was bloodied and twisted, bloated and decaying. I pulled the neck of my shirt up over my nose and moved closer.

No one was in the steerage area, and I saw no other bodies on the deck. I waved for Nina to bring our boat closer and indicated that Popko should join me. He leapt across moments later, eyes wide, and helped me open the hatch to the lower compartments.

It was dark inside, but a flashlight hung next to the ladder leading down. Popko stayed on deck as I descended. Below, I found another body, a young man, and not much else. There were broken crates and scattered debris, signs that someone had quickly removed whatever had been stored there. The smell was much worse in the closed space, and I gagged for several moments before I regained control. Satisfied that no one was hiding inside the boat's innards, I rose back to the deck.

“One more down there, dead, nothing else,” I said.

Popko just nodded, eyeing the corpses nearby.

“We should bring it back and secure it near camp. Get back to our boat and tell Nina what we found. I'll secure the ropes here then see if it will fire up. Be better to run it under its own power rather than towing it.”

The young man leapt across after he signaled Nina to move closer, and I managed to get the motor to turn over. The fuel tank showed half-full and I sent Nina a series of simple hand motions to indicate to head back to camp.

I followed our main boat around the Northeast corner of the island, the sun dipping low in the West. The trip back was much easier, the wind on our tail, the waves proving much easier to traverse without resistance. We made it back the Southeast end of the island and anchored both boats, Nina going onto the deck of the captured vessel to investigate while Popko and I used ropes to secure the boats to the trees on shore.

Amy met us before we were through, and I let her know what we'd found.

“Suppose this isn't all that odd, Kal,” Nina said after Popko had rowed out to bring her in, “there is a war going on...”

“I suppose... Did you know any of them?”

She shook her head, “no, not those three. But they are Progress Navy, no doubt. This type of boat was used for scouting, inshore, usually, but repurposed after the war started. It's not really equipped for fighting, but it is quick and maneuvers well.”

Amy asked, “Why do you suppose the people who did this didn't take the boat?”

Nina shrugged, “no idea. Someone clearly took the contents of the hold with them. Given how valuable boats are, and the fuel especially, seems odd that they didn't bring it along.”

“Maybe it would have slowed them down?” Amy added.

Nina shook her head, “can't imagine that it would have. It moved pretty solidly on the way back. But... who knows?”

There was silence a moment, and I thought it important to not leave the others in doubt. “We should let the camp know what we've found.”

Nina and Popko raced back ahead of us to tell the islanders to stand down and relax. Amy and I walked back at a measured pace in the dark, leaving the rowboat secured in the trees.

“What will we do with the bodies, Kal?” Amy asked.

“Bury them at sea, I suppose. Not much else to do. Too dark to deal with that tonight, though.”

“I hate war,” Amy growled, “I wish they would all just stop fighting. It seems so useless right now. Is there really anything worth fighting about?”

I shrugged, taking her hand in mine as we neared the camp. “No idea. Can't be too many people left these days, and I suspect the bugs are making that number grow smaller and smaller... Sometimes groups like Progress and Great Society can't see past ideologies, but sometimes... sometimes it gets to the point where fighting is about more than ideas. If things are getting worse out there, if resources are getting thin, if safe refuge is hard to find... that's probably worth fighting over.”

“True,” she replied, “but wouldn't it be easier for everyone if they'd work together?”

“Probably. Maybe it's time someone convinced them to sit down and talk. Maybe they've tried that. Who knows? We don't have a clue out here, so far away from what else is going on.”

Amy nodded, “I hope they all stay away from us. I never want to lose this place, Kal. This is home.”

I loved hearing Amy say those words. It was home, on Phoenix. No matter where any of us had called home before, our island was where we wanted to be. It fed us and kept us safe from the fighting going on. It gave us what we needed, often in abundance, and even the difficulties we face in hot summer months or during terrible storms, or even when the hawk-bugs had descended, the island had offered us sanctuary and refuge from the worst of the effects. I squeezed Amy's hand and smiled, despite the troubling findings of the day. I was where I wanted to be, and it gave me strength to hear Amy's words echoing my sentiments.