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

I awoke aware of a sound that wasn't of the island. It was still dark out, moonlight trickling through the opening in our shelter. Above the sounds of Bailey and Keekah breathing softly, I heard hard splashes above the surf. I heard an engine. I jumped to my feet, waking both girls.

“Kal...?” Bailey looked at me, sleepy eyes blinking in the dim light.

“I hear something. Listen.”

The splashing and engine grew louder, still distant. I shot out of the shelter, saw a light skipping across the water far to the East, heading roughly North. I saw water spray through the light as it moved quickly.

“A boat!” It was running hard, bouncing wildly through the rough waves.

It only took a second. I watched the boat run past the beach very quickly, then the light was lost from my eyes. For a split second, I thought it had run around the East end of the island. Then a tremendous shattering blast hit my ears. Crashing, breaking, crushing, all in one full burst of noise from the East.

The girls huddled together just inside the shelter, Bailey looking at me with trepidation. “What was that?!”

“I don't know. I'm going to have a look.” I should have told them to stay, but half-awake and not really thinking clearly, I didn't. Bailey and Keekah followed me closely down the beach.

It took fifteen minutes or so of fast walking before I smelled smoke as we approached the Southeast corner of the island. A tree lay fallen on the sand, moonlight showing its long, thin frame clearly in the bright moonlight.

Then we saw what used to be a large boat, smoking heavily, sunk mostly into the treeline, wedged tightly between thick trunks. It was long, deep, tall sides, maybe forty-feet long before the bow had been crushed and shattered against the trees.

Bailey gasped, “Oh, no!” Keekah stood still, staring, softly speaking something I couldn't understand. My pulse raced as we approached the boat. Flames were scorching the stern near the twisted twin motors.

I ran to it, my mind racing to thoughts of helping whoever had made the tragic error in judgement. The port side was higher as the boat sat at an angle over the starboard side. I raced around, climbed up, immediately saw a fire extinguisher mounted near a cabin door in the middle of the deck. Yanking it free, I shot it off into the flames. The fire resisted for a moment before I was able to drown it, using up the contents of the extinguisher and tossing it over the side.

I looked around, saw debris strewn around the deck, called out, “Hey! Anyone alive? Hey!” I got no answer, moved forward around the recessed cabin, and saw a body, twisted and bloody. The woman was clearly dead, broken in angles that left no other options. I felt sick. I called to the girls. “Stay down there... just... stay down there!” They didn't need to see that.

My mind raced at what to do. There was nothing to do, really. I checked the woman's pulse, found none and wasn't surprised. I sank down onto a knee, pondering what to do.

BOOM-ZING! BOOM-ZING! I flattened myself instinctively, the sound of gunshots horribly loud in my ears. “Oh, Jesus!” I thought, “Bailey!... Keekah!”

“Getta fuuuck outta ma boat!”

BOOMZINGTHUNK!

The third shot sunk into something along the bow, fucking close to my head.

“GETTA FUCK OUTTA MA BOAT!”

My heart was pounding, horribly terrified for myself and for the girls, almost unable to move in my shock and fear. My voice cracked as I called out, shaking, “I'm unarmed! I'm unarmed! Trying to help!”

“Come outta therr wherr ah can see yas!”

“Don't shoot! I'm unarmed. I'm unarmed!” I stood trembling, unable to do anything else.

Twenty feet away from me I was blinded by an intense light. “Gedown herr!”

I thought a moment about trying to run away, but I couldn't see the girls and couldn't abandon them to save myself. I crawled over the side, tripped, splashed into the sand and sat looking toward the light on my knees.

“Thafuck you doin... doin in ma boat? Answer ma!”

“I heard the crash! Put out the fire! Please don't shoot!”

I heard laughter. “Put outta far, huh? Like tha fuckin' matters. LIKE ANUHTHING FUCKIN' MATTERS!” He pointed the flashlight into the treeline and scanned it with the beam. I glanced to my sides, saw no sign of the girls. “Like anuhthing matters... World's endin' all ova tha place... Fuckin' put outta far! Ha!”

The man's silhouette slowly brightened in my vision as my eyes adjusted to the dark once more. He was running the beam of light across the trees, ignoring me for a moment. I could see a gun in his hand, held pointing toward the ground.

“Do you need help? Are you hurt?”

“Hart! O'course amma hart! Evarone's hart! Wha should ah beeny diffrence?” His white shirt began to shine in the moonlight, and the darkest hint of red was splashed all over it. One leg looked lame. “Ah tell ya, we knew tha we'd neva make it ta tha goddamned place. Goddamma place! Dunno wha wa evan bothared! Woulda caught up with ma anywah. Woulda killed me anywah.”

I could do nothing but stare as the man ranted, my terror running strong, my body shaking and felt weak.

“Neva said ah'd do it. Neva said ah agreed. Didn't evan know wha ah had. FUCKING BASTARDS! FUCKING GODDAMNED ASSHOLES!” He raised his hands in the air, then dropped them violently. “SHE KNEW! Gotta wha ya deserved, didden ya, BITCH?!”

The man yelled into the night, throwing his gun hand demonstrably into the air as he yelled. “Got wha ya deserved and ah donna care! Ya bitch! Ya BITCH! Ya gotta wha ya deserved...” He jerked the flashlight to a spot in the trees. “COME OUTTA HERR NOW! AH SEE YA!”

My heart sank as I saw Bailey walk out on the sand a few feet away from the man, her naked flesh shaking terribly. She saw me, her wide eyes showed her shock and fear.

“Wha da we have herr? Fuckin' naked girl, huh? Fuckin naked girl!”

“Bailey, stop!” I yelled to her from thirty feet away, the girl froze in place.

“Bahley, huh? Bahley, you'n ma gonna getta know each otha real good, huh? Real good!” He fired a shot into the air, Bailey jumped and fell to her knees. “Yah, real good! Ahma gonna make ya a woman. Dirty ya up good, oh ya gonna be a woman when Ahma done with ya!”

I rose to my knees and took two steps.

BANGZINGTHUNK!

I swear I felt the air crack as the bullet missed me by inches.

“HA! Ahma hit ya yet! An' ya, Bahley, Ahma skull fuck you! Come herr ya little bitch, come herr or Ah'll...”

THUNK!

The man sank heavily onto the sand.

Over him stood Keekah, the fire extinguisher in her hands. She jumped on the man's back. THUNK! THUNK! She pounded his skull with the heavy metal as I raced to Bailey, sliding to my knees and grabbing her, held her tight against me. Her body shook heavily as she started crying against my chest. THUNK! THUNK! Keekah rained down blows on the man's crushed skull. THUNK! She was merciless, brutal, her body hammering the weight down. She didn't stop until I called her name, chucking the fire extinguisher aside, blood on her hands and body. Keekah stared down at the man she'd killed, then walked down toward the water and out of view.

I held my Bailey, my love, our hearts pounding against each other, her tears running freely as she sobbed. My mind was a hot white blank. I was still terrified, trembling, unable to do anything but hold the twelve-year old as she cried. Finally, I managed to crack a whisper. “Shh... ok, Bailey... Shh... ok, it's ok... We're ok now... We're ok...” I rocked her body in the sand, the girl sniffling and hugging me tight.

Keekah walked up and knelt with us, wrapping her arms around Bailey's shoulders, spoke softly to the preteen. The brown girl was wet, the blood gone from her body, her skin dark in the dim light. I hugged both girls and for what felt like hours, we pressed together kneeling on the sand.

- - -

I managed to get us back to the shelter where I built a fire and we sat drinking juice, my back against the metal container, the girls tucked into my shoulders. The roaring fire was the only sound competing with the choppy surf as we sat in silence until dawn.

- - -

We were all exhausted. Bailey and Keekah had fallen asleep against my body, their flesh chilled and smooth on mine. I hadn't slept, keeping vigil down the beach. I'd taken the man's flashlight and the gun, a .45, had them laying on a piece of wood at my feet. I shuddered. Memories of gunshots, Bailey's frightened eyes, the methodical, brutal way Keekah had killed the man. My pulse raced all night, as did my mind.

Dawn broke and the sun moved up the sky before Bailey stirred. She woke with a start, grabbed me and held tight. I hugged her against my chest, soothed her with whispers. Keekah's head rose, the girl kissed my cheek and then Bailey's. The girls moved into me harder and we shared a tight hug as the warmth of the day began to spread.

Keekah stood and looked down the beach, I joined her. “You two wait right here, ok? Right here. You see anything, run up the stream, go hide in the cave. Go chew some of those yellow leaves right now. Be ready, and run!”

Bailey nodded, took Keekah's hand and headed to the treeline. The naked girls were picking leaves as I strode quickly along the edge of the sand.

I stopped when I'd gotten within sight of the boat. It was visibly broken, a wreckage that left no doubt about its condition. I crept slowly, gun in hand. Listening, heart pounding, I heard only the surf for long moments. I crept forward again, looking for movement of any kind. Birds burst from the treeline and I nearly jumped into the foliage, my nerves tense and on edge.

At the boat I scouted around the busted hull, saw nothing but the dead man and the fire extinguisher. Dark blood stained the bright sand, had pooled and clotted around the man's crushed skull and around his waist and leg. I listened, glanced everywhere, still heard and saw nothing threatening.

I pulled myself into the boat and looked up and down the beach. I saw only one set of footprints leading around and back from the Southeast corner of the island. I hoped that meant the man was the only one who had survived the crash. Survived for a few minutes, anyway.

Nothing stirred except for the surf-runner birds, and I had a look at the deck in the light for the first time. Bits of broken things were everywhere. Glass, fiberglass, twisted metal and plastic. Blood. The woman's blood had run down the sloped deck and dried in sloppy, dark splotches. Her body lay still, mangled and bloody.

I sat down and tried to calm myself. The surreal scene, the memories from the night, had my mind overwhelmed and in need of rest. I considered taking a nap. Instead my survival instincts kicked in and I took inventory of what I might salvage.

The barrel of water was shattered and useless for storage, but the plastic container was intact enough that it might have some use. A reserve clear gas tank held about eleven gallons of fuel. In the disarry on the deck, I found four life vests, five deep sea fishing poles, a large tackle box, assorted ropes, a second flashlight, and a small red-handled axe. Assorted cushions and folded chairs were stashed under an edge.

I had to work for some time to get the cabin door open, the frame twisted and warped, the hinges bent but manageable. Inside, there was a tremendous mess of boxes and cases and packages strewn around the small room. I could see a bed beneath the boxes, a rich red comforter showing through.

I began to methodically bring boxes out onto the sloped deck, inspecting each. In the first four, there was a case of matches and three boxfuls of assorted candles, stick lighters, and fluid. Four more turned up almost 100 pounds of coffee and large canisters of hot cocoa, salt, and black pepper. I found a smaller box of loose paper, pens, and rubber bands, began to make a list of what I'd found. There were cases of soap, toilet paper, shampoos and cosmetics, tampons, assorted toiletries, two decks of cards.

I found four 10-pound sacks of sugar, one torn but little spilled, forty pounds of assorted potatoes, twenty of onions, several dozen bulbs of garlic, a large sack of limes, twenty bunches of small green bananas. A large case held sheets, blankets, towels and wash cloths. Another revealed steel canisters of spices, plastic bottles of extract, some of them cracked and leaking.

There were three suitcases containing clothing for men and women. Fourteen large cardboard boxes held an abundance of canned and packaged food, candy, tinned cakes, dense breads, jams and marmalades, a few of the latter shattered.

A large tool box held a hammer and a variety of other tools, duct and electrical tape, machine oil, packages of batteries, and several long tubes of epoxy. Two solid plastic bins held dozens of hardback books, classics such as The Iliad, Cat's Cradle, and Lolita.

A small closet held coats and rain gear, mop and broom, cleaning supplies, cookware, dishes, forks and spoons and knives, more clothes.

I'd cleared the room after almost an hour. It served as bedroom and kitchen, a small sink next to a one-burner electric stove with a small oven.

I knew I needed to get back to the girls, so I grabbed one of the tinned cakes, a bunch of bananas, and a package of blueberry candies, and jumped down. Before I left, I dragged the two broken bodies down to the East a couple hundred meters, and kicked sand over the bloody ground, used the water left in the broken barrel to rinse the blood from the deck. I didn't want any of us seeing those again.

Bailey and Keekah were holding hands when they met me near where they'd hidden in the woods. Keekah had a small smile on her face, was looking eagerly at the tin and bag of candy. Bailey called out, “Kal! Where have you been?! Are you ok?!”

I nodded, weary, sweaty, my flesh dripping and felt sticky. “Sorry. Yes, everything is ok. Everything is ok. Hey, look, there's no one else that I saw, no one else. But there is a ton of stuff on the boat. A ton. There's food, clothing, a bed! All kinds of stuff.” I showed them the food I'd brought back. “Bailey, there are bananas. Bananas! Can you believe it? Here, let's eat bananas.”

Bailey tore one off and handed it to Keekah, another for herself, and I took one. We all ripped away the tough, green skin and chomped quickly through the fruit. Bailey was smiling, giggling, Keekah enjoying herself as well. The bananas were very green, but goddamn were they good. We broke out the cake, a rich, dense almond and orange rind affair that had Bailey and I gushing about the sweetness while Keekah giggled and chattered away.

It was hard to believe that the sweet, young giggling brown-skinned girl was the same person who killed a man hours before with a fire extinguisher.

We made the decision to head down to the boat and perhaps stay in the cabin that night. We loaded up the raft with as much water as it could carry and walked it down the beach to the site. Keekah sang to us and danced along, the sugar seemed to give the girl bubbling energy.

We carried the water up to the deck and beached the lifeboat, tying it to a tree with one of the found ropes. The bed took some work to make useable. The tilt of the boat made the bed sloped. It was not built in, so we piled clothing under one end until we were all able to climb on and stay on top. We were all quickly asleep.

- - -

Bailey woke me in the late afternoon by running her hands across my chest. She slept between me and Keekah, the taller girl wrapped protectively around my lover's body. Bailey looked at me and smiled, said nothing. We kissed for a long time. It felt so good. I'd been so close to losing her, to seeing her harmed. Instead, we'd just slept on a bed for the first time in over two weeks. We rose and left Keekah sleeping, went out on deck, took folding chairs, candle and matches, and a box of cheese crackers.

Bailey lit the candle and settled into the sand at our feet as we sat together, looking out in to the fading light over the water. We held hands, kissed, ate crackers.

“That was so scary. He almost killed you!” Bailey hugged me as she spoke, arms warm and loving.

“I know... And he almost... He was hurt, probably would have died anyway the way he looked. I don't think his head was right.” I squeezed my lover.

“She protected us. Keekah. The way she attacked him.”

“That was amazing. I can't believe that was her. We're really lucky she's with us. She saved you. Saved you for me.”

Bailey was silent for a moment. “Kal... you said you were... pomyandrous?”

“Polyamorous.”

“Yeah, that... I... How do you know?”

“Hmm... Good question. I guess you just find that you have deep feelings for more than one person, feelings which don't diminish how you feel for either. You love both as fully as you can. Kinda hard to explain, Sweetie.”

She pondered that a moment. “She's been so sweet to me, and after what she did for me... for us... I kinda feel... I dunno, I'm just blabbering...”

I patted her shoulder. “You like Keekah. Maybe even love her. That's ok, Bailey. Not only ok, it's wonderful. Sweet. She's a good girl, worthy of someone's love. Someone special, like you.”

Bailey sighed, let out a small laugh. “Do you like her?”

I thought before I responded. “Yes, I like her, but are you asking me if I love her?”

“Maybe.”

“No, I don't love her, not like I love you. It's been just a day or so since she joined us... though it feels like a month with what's happened. Too soon for me to make that connection with her. But I care about her already, sure. I care about her and want her to be cared for.”

“Oh.” Bailey grew quiet.

“Not what you wanted me to say?”

“No, that's not it. Well, maybe. I don't know. Besides, you liked me pretty quickly.” Just a couple of days had passed, if that, before I started to have feelings for Bailey. She had me there. “I'm confused, don't really know how I feel.” Bailey squeezed my hand, dropped it, ran her hand along her stomach, her breasts. “I liked when she watched us... Liked watching her... I've never... I've never seen a girl do that before.”

“That was arousing, to be sure. She seemed to enjoy watching us.”

“She likes you.” I could hear a grin in her voice. “I've seen her watching you and smiling.”

“Bailey... I don't want you to be hurt by that... I can't help how she feels but I won't encourage her.”

“I think its ok. I like that she likes you. Maybe... Kal, she kissed me a lot when you were gone earlier. We kissed while we waited. Kissed and touched. I couldn't help it. It felt so good when she kissed me. I wanted to touch her everywhere... We didn't, just kissed and she felt my titties again. But... I wanted to...”

“Mmm... sure, Kitten, I understand. She really likes you too, I think she wants to do a lot more than just kiss you...”

“Can she... can she join us one night?”

“Do you want that, Bailey? Do you want to share Keekah with me, if she wants?”

“Yes... I do want that. Mmm... Just the thought of it turns me on. Yes, Kal, I'd share her with you.”

“Once we do that... it might be hard to undo it, ok? You're mine and I'm yours, that comes first right now, yeah? But once you let yourself... love someone else, in that way or just in your heart, it can complicate things.” I stroked her cheek, ran the back of my hand across the twelve-year old's tiny buds. “Jealousy is a difficult thing to deal with in polyamory, too. You may see me with her and hate her or feel angry that I'm not with you right that moment, or...”

“Kal, ok, yeah, I know... well, I don't know, but I think I do. I think I can love you and love her and you two love each other. I can't help how I feel!”

I ran my hand along her thigh. “No, no one can. You just have to be aware of things like that and try to value the love, the caring over possessing someone. It isn't always easy... I want you to be with me and love me and I want you to have everyone and everything in your life that you love and that makes you happy. You make me happy, my love.”

“I love you, Kal.”

We saw a shadow move and soon had Keekah standing in front of us. I offered her some of our crackers and she ripped into the package as she played the candle back and forth in front of her eyes. It was sweet to watch her mesmerized by the dancing flame, the same young girl who had brutally killed the man in order to save us. In order to save Bailey.

I leaned to Keekah, kissed her cheek. She smiled at me, chattered, pointed to Bailey and made a kissing gesture. Bailey blushed and grinned. I pulled Bailey to her feet and led the girl to Keekah's mouth, the two held lips together before moving them around and sinking into each other. I rubbed their backs, stroked their hair, my penis rising between them. Bailey's hand found it almost immediately, gripped it loosely and stroked me gently.

The girls broke the kiss and giggled, kissed again, Keekah's small, round peaches pressed into Bailey's tiny nubs. I ran my hands down their backs, fondled their little asses, slid my finger down their butt cracks. Both were moaning by now, stroking the other's body with gentle fingers.

“Bailey, would you like to bring Keekah to our bed?”

“Yes.”

“Come on. Wipe off feet on the towel I slung down outside the cabin.” I led the hand-holding, giggling girls onto the deck and into the cabin where I stretched out with the girls over me, kissing each other, kissing my chest. Keekah brought her lips to mine and I sucked at her wet mouth, her passion building. The brown girl found my penis and stroked it, inexperienced but arousing me. Bailey replaced her lips, her small mouth joining mine and I felt the thrill of kissing my lover while Keekah slid her fingers along my length.

I pulled myself over and left the two girls next to each other kissing, Keekah's hand slipping from my penis and finding Bailey's nubs. I kissed Bailey's back, my lips tasting her briny warm flesh, cupped her small butt cheeks and ran a finger along her hairless slit as she rose over the brown-skinned girl. “Do you want to taste her, Bailey?”

“Yes.”

My lover panted as I slid her down between Keekah's legs, the larger girl's welcoming hips spreading wide, opening her sex for our view. Her dark bush rose over her Mons, a large, erect clit poking out from the fur, dark brown labia swollen and sticky. “Taste her, Bailey... oh, taste her cunny. Lick her just here, and slide your tongue along her here. Like an ice cream cone. Oh, taste her.”

“Mmm... ohh... yes...” Bailey leaned down and brought her lips to the girl's hairy snatch. My lover kissed her clit, took it in her mouth and sucked gently. Keekah moaned, watched Bailey between her legs, stroking the girl's hair, mouth open and panting. Bailey's tongue ran through Keekah's bush, slid down her slit and teased the girl's labia. “Ohh, Kal... oh, she's creamy,” she said before running her tongue once more over the girl's sex.

Bailey pulled back slightly, and I saw her fingers part Keekah's labia. The dark, swollen lips parted and we both shivered at the sight of the bright pink insides. Keekah's inner sex was such a delicious contrast to the dark flesh around it, the insides light and pink and coated with thin, creamy white cum. Bailey slid her tongue into Keekah, pulled back and mewled as she tasted the girl's private flavors.

I could smell Keekah's aroma, the girl's arousal made her feminine scent heady, sharp and tangy and musky. I inhaled as I ran my fingers along Bailey's hairless snatch, the girl diving again between Keekah's legs to lick the girl and suck in her nectar.

Bailey's little body was creamy and tan against Keekah's mocha flesh, the girls writhing slowly and panting, Keekah moaning in the universal language of arousal. “Finger her, Bailey, slide inside and finger her.” Bailey moved her hand under her tongue, brought it to the girl's vagina, and slid a notch inside. Keekah sucked in her breath as Bailey penetrated her.

I watched my lover withdraw and lick her finger before reentering Keekah, again getting just a notch of her finger inside. Bailey looked at me, a sheen of cream across her upper lip and chin. “She's really small. I can't get more inside her.”

My cock pounded as I realized that Keekah was probably a virgin. Bailey had hit her hymen. I ran my finger around the brown-skinned girl's vulva while Bailey watched. Keekah moaned as I entered her, my finger quickly hitting a thin barrier and could go no further. “Keekah's a virgin, Bailey. Probe her carefully.”

Bailey dove back down as I moved aside, her finger running around Keekah's labia and dipping inside the girl's vagina. I slid behind Bailey and leaned in to lick her hairless crotch. Up and down I ran my tongue along Bailey's pussy, the girl's cream slipping out of her vagina and onto my tongue. My lover was horny, highly aroused, and I could taste it in her discharge, in her light, musky scent. She moaned into Keekah's cunt as I licked, my tongue parting Bailey's labia and dipping inside to suck out her cream. I licked up to her anus, circled her tiny, tight backdoor as she sucked in her breath and lapped against Keekah's hairy slit.

Keekah was writhing, holding Bailey's head between her legs, I heard her let out a sigh-gasp, again, her body trembling as Bailey licked. Keekah moaned loudly, chattered in her tongue, arched up. “Bay-nee... Bay-nee... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... Bay-nee... ahhh... aaaahhh... AAHHH... AHHH.. AAAAHHHH... AAAHHH... ahh...” Keekah climaxed into Bailey's mouth, the brown-skinned girl rocking her hips in a circle as Bailey tried to lap at her pussy. Keekah's dark-brown nipples were tight, hard and the girl was rubbing her own chest as she orgasmed.

As Keekah rode down from her orgasm, Bailey continued to lick her, tasting the cream spreading from the girl's vagina. I pulled up behind Bailey, placed my penis against her labia, and pushed in gently. Bailey's head rose as I penetrated her, my cock sliding halfway inside before hitting her cervix. I withdrew to only the head and slid back into her incredibly tight vagina.

We fucked like that for some moments, my dick buried in my twelve-year old lover's hairless pussy, Bailey's head between Keekah's legs. It was so fucking hot, I fucked Bailey while Keekah writhed and watched us. Keekah's eyes danced, bright and aroused, panted, sometimes speaking words I didn't get. I felt my balls tighten, burning running up my shaft quickly. “I'm cumming, Bailey. I'm cumming in you...” The head of my dick expanded against the girl's cervix, I shuddered against her hips, felt my load pause just a moment at the tip before I spewed my seed into Bailey's vagina.

I squirted several times hard, filling Bailey's cunny with my semen. I held tight against her, her gripping vagina milking my cock, sperm flowing freely inside. I watched Keekah as my orgasm finished, she smiled as I came, seemed to understand that I was filling Bailey with my cum.

I pulled back, Bailey's pussy sucking on my cock as I withdrew, the tight channel not wanting to let me withdraw. I heard a wet plop as my dick slid free, the girl's swollen labia closing around her small gaping opening, holding my sperm inside.

Keekah rose and gently pushed me aside, pushed Bailey onto her back. My little lover spread her legs, her mouth open and panting as Keekah slid between. My cum had started to leak out of Bailey's hairless, swollen vagina, running down perineum and over her tiny anus. I smiled at Bailey, awash in euphoria from cumming inside her, the girl returning my smile, open-mouthed and eyes full of arousal and excitement.

The brown-skinned girl mewled as she looked closely at the slickness between Bailey's thighs. She touched my lover carefully, fingers dancing across her labia and clit. Then Keekah lapped at the twelve-year old's vagina, tasting the creamy mix of my semen and Bailey's wetness. Bailey rolled her head back, closed her eyes, let herself become drawn in to the way Keekah licked her hairless, cum-filled sex.

Bailey was soon rocking and moaning. “nunnn... nuuuunnn... nnnuunnnn... ohhh... oohhh... oooh... Keekah... nnunnnunn... nunn... nunn.. nunn.. NUNNN... NUNNN... OHHHH... nunnn...” Bailey orgasmed rapidly, Keekah lapping quickly through her hairless slit. My lover cried out, spasmed, held Keekah's hair, Bailey's little puffy nubs swollen and straining from her tan chest.

I loved watching Bailey orgasm with Keekah between her legs, it was such an amazing sight to watch the two young girls please each other that way, to know they had tasted each other's most private flavors, that Keekah had eaten my cum out of Bailey's vagina.

I wanted to taste Keekah. As Bailey was awash in her orgasm, I pushed Keekah onto her back. The girl spread her legs instinctively, exposing her glistening hairy sex for my view. Bailey turned toward her, kissed the girl, tasting my cum and her slickness on Keekah's lips. I knelt down and brought my head between the girl's brown-skinned thighs. Keekah's labia were spread slightly, and I could just see the pink insides visible through her swollen dark labia and wet pubes. I dove in.

My tongue was immediately coated with Keekah's slickness, her cunt slippery and pungent. I inhaled her feminine aroma, the girl's body smelled of brine and warm pussy and desire. I lapped her vulva, tasting her cream, found her clit with my tongue and circled it. Keekah's clit was large compared to her body, swollen and erect. The hood was pushed back, the girl's throbbing nub shuddering with each touch. I slid my tongue from her clit to her vagina, probed her sex and sucked in her juices.

Keekah moaned as I ate her, her thighs clenching and rolling around my head. Bailey sucked on Keekah's nipples, taking the girl's dark areole into her mouth and playing with her hard, dark nipples. My lover ran her hand over my head as I licked Keekah, imploring me to explore the brown girl's privates.

I slid my tongue in and out of her pussy, let it slip down to run over her dark anus. Keekah moaned loudly when I touched her asshole, her body shuddered and rocked. I slipped back up to her vagina, probing just inside as it creamed and leaked pungent fluids. I could feel the girl's hymen with my tongue, felt it flex as I tried to probe deeper.

“She wants you inside her, Kal. She wants you inside her.” I looked up to see both Bailey and Keekah looking at me, mouths open, breathing heavily. My cock responded to the request by throbbing against the bed. Keekah's eyes told me Bailey was right, and I pulled myself up the bed. I slid a towel under Keekah's ass, brought my body down to hers, kissed her deeply as my penis rested against her vulva. The girl was shivering, her eyes excited and nervous.

I knew she'd not understand but I asked anyway. “Do you want this Keekah? Do you want me to be your first.” She didn't respond, but her eyes told me yes. Her body told me yes, her hands on my shoulders, ready for my penetration. Bailey rubbed Keekah's nipples and kissed her neck as I took my penis in hand, running it slowly along the brown girl's slick vagina. Her pubes tickled my flesh, made me feel that much more excited for what I was about to do.

The tip of my cock found her entrance and I nestled it inside. Keekah breathed in, gasped as my member found her opening. Her labia were hot, tight around me as I quickly pushed up against her hymen. I looked into her eyes and somehow I knew she was giving me her virginity willingly. I pushed against the barrier, Keekah grunted lightly, the hymen flexing but not giving. “This will hurt, Keekah, it gets better.” The words came automatically despite knowing she couldn't understand. “I'm going to push harder to break through your hymen.”

I pulled back to just the tip, brought my body down on Keekah, my arms leveraging me just enough to not crush the girl. I jerked my hips against her hard, my penis sliding several inches inside and tearing through her hymen. Keekah cried out in pain and I briefly considered withdrawing as tears welled up in her eyes. But she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me tight against her, moved her hips underneath. She wanted me to fuck her.

I withdrew and pushed in again gently, another cry sounding from Keekah. Bailey shushed her, nuzzled the girl's neck and kissed her cheeks, tears slowly draining from the girl's eyes. I moved slowly, Keekah's vagina spasming randomly, felt slick around my cock. I was most of the way inside her before I felt her cervix push back.

Keekah was tight, very tight. Not quite as tight as Bailey but close enough that it made no difference. My dick was in heaven in her velvety, gripping channel. I moved out and back in slowly, Keekah gasping. In and out again, felt my groin tingle and burn. In and out, in and out, Keekah groaning against me, holding my neck, panting into my ear. Her body felt hot, flushed and sweaty. Bailey ran her hands along our bodies, playing her fingers along our flesh as we copulated, Keekah's body slowly relaxing as my penis slid through her slickness.

I wrapped an arm around Bailey's body, brought her down very close to us, pulled her to Keekah and me, using my other hand to barely keep my full weight off the brown girl. I humped her gently, her pubes tangling with mine as her little vagina hugged my penis. Keekah's mouth hung open, her eyes locked with mine. I kissed her, kissed Bailey, kissed Keekah once more.

In and out, in and out, slowly, Keekah's tears had dried and her concentration was on me as I penetrated her sex, a penis inside her vagina for the very first time. My cock expanded, bringing a gasp from her throat. I kissed her again, she moaned into my mouth. I felt my shaft fill, my load rising up its length. “I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in you, Keekah...”

Out and in, hold, out and in, hold, I savored every touch of her body, of Bailey's, every nerve ending in my cock burning with desire inside Keekah's young hairy pussy. My cock engorged, pressed hard against her cervix, she cried out, and I exploded. “ooooHHH... OOOOHH... OOOH, KEEKAH... OHHH...” I spewed cum, filling the brown girl's cunt with my semen. I sprayed inside her tight channel, forcing my penis to ejaculate against her cervix. Over and over I unloaded, felt my shaft spasm as sperm fired out to coat her insides. Keekah moaned into Bailey's neck as I came, my seed hot inside her no-longer-virgin vagina.

I held myself inside of her for several moments as we all panted and kissed and touched each other. Bailey's hand found my penetration and touched where my penis and Keekah's labia joined. The twelve-year old found Keekah's clit and stroked it. The brown girl rose up suddenly, forcefully orgasming in just a few strokes. I felt her cunt clench and try to force out my softening penis. She writhed, cried out against Bailey's throat, the brown girl's climax intense.

My penis slipped out, semen gushing from her hole. I moved off and could see a mix of creamy sperm and blood running out of the girl's vagina onto the towel. I cuddled her, kissed her neck and breasts, Bailey did the same on the other side. Keekah started smiling, flushed and sweaty. She chattered excitedly, almost out of breath, pulled Bailey and I tightly to her body.

I caught Bailey's eye and saw her arousal, her excitement, her enjoyment of what we'd just done. My little lover seemed to take to our threesome naturally. She'd come a long way in just a couple of weeks, giving me her vaginal and anal virginities before we shared our bed with Keekah, joining me as I accepted the brown-skinned girl's own vaginal virginity.

We dozed lightly, relaxed, comfortable on the bed. Later that night we rose and ate canned spaghetti and peaches and drank a lot of water. Exhausted, we climbed back into the cabin and collapsed together, the two girls nestled into my arms and touching each other's bodies before falling asleep.