Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

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

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

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

Keekah, Female, 14

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

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

I watched as Nina's head bobbed on my cock. Kate was leaning on her back, fingering the younger woman. I always loved the way Kate's pale, freckled skin looked against Nina's tan flesh. Kate took a turn on my cock, lips tight around my shaft, sucking me deep into her throat.

Wait, I thought, what?

Nina... Kate?

Something wasn't quite right. I lost the dream and awoke to find Keekah's lips around my hard penis, Bailey holding my shaft and using her other hand to show Keekah how to move her head up and down. I felt my balls tingling, fire burning through my dick. “Oh... Oh... I'm cumming...”

I wasn't sure if Keekah knew what to expect, but half-awake and my penis in her mouth, I unloaded my sperm. “Ohhh... Ohhh... Cummming...” I filled Keekah's mouth. She didn't pull back, kept her lips moving along my shaft as she bobbed slowly, my sperm firing into her throat and against her tongue. I spurted several times in her mouth, my body sweating and shuddering through my orgasm.

“No, hold. Hold.” Bailey was showing Keekah how to lock her lips as I pulled out. My penis slid out of her mouth and flopped against my stomach. Keekah kept her lips closed, looked to Bailey for advice. “Swallow. Swallow.” Bailey made movements that simulated the action, and Keekah understood. She gulped once, twice, cleared her mouth. Bailey opened her lips wide, and Keekah did the same. I could see strands of cum sticking on her teeth and tongue, but the bulk of my load had slid down her throat and into her stomach.

Bailey kissed her, licking my semen from Keekah's mouth. I sank into the bed, barely awake and already aglow in relaxed euphoria. I loved knowing I'd fired my load down the girl's throat, that Bailey was tasting my cum in her mouth.

While I recovered, the girls giggled and left me alone in the cabin. I dozed a bit before rising, first smelled, and then saw the second hare and pig roasting on the makeshift spit. The girls were sampling sunflower seeds and dates, dried apples and salty caramels. I poured some water and joined them around the fire.

“I want to be able to talk to Keekah somehow. We need to communicate with her. I want to find Gale, to see if Keekah has seen her. Let's try something.”

I used a stick to draw a large, rough replica of the island, demonstrated to Keekah what it meant. She watched, didn't show any sign of understanding, but I kept on. I marked a spot and drew a boat, pointed to the boat, to where we were, and she nodded slowly. I marked the camp and the stream, marked Keekah's cave. I drew in the North-side stream.

Then I drew human forms. Well, stick-figures, really. I drew a large one with a penis, pointed to me, said my name. Another was smaller, with breasts, I pointed to Bailey and said her name. I did the same for Keekah. Then I drew a fourth, a woman, tried to get across that I didn't know who it was. I covered my eyes, shook my head, gave the indication that I'd not seen her.

Keekah nodded emphatically. She chattered away, pointing and trying to make me understand her. I stopped her, pointed to my sand map of the island, handed her the stick. She marked a point in the Northeast area, seemed to indicate she'd been there and that we would find Gale there. She drew a line from the point to her cave, and I took that to mean she knew a path that would take us to that spot.

I eyed the sky. It was already mid-morning and I didn't think we had enough time that day to make the trip. “Tomorrow. We set out to find Gale tomorrow, ok? Today, let's get the rest of our stuff from camp and gather as much firewood as possible here. We'll take any empty containers down there and top off our water supply. We should have plenty for a couple of weeks, but I don't want to chance running out if that stream craps out.”

Bailey nodded and we dug into the last of the hare and piglet, enjoying another feast despite our isolated situation. Keekah's trapping skills really made it easy to forget we were living away from butchers and restaurants.

- - -

Clouds started rolling in around midday. We'd gotten most of the water back to the boat while Bailey finished topping off the empty jugs and containers. I gathered the remaining items from the shelter, including Bailey's old clothes, the towel, cushions, and my date board.

Bailey eyed the scored metal, asked, “What's the date?”

“September 17th, if my math is right.”

She smiled. “It's my birthday!”

My lover had officially become a teenager. I hugged and kissed her, told her 'happy birthday' and 'I love you, Bailey.' She was such an amazing girl. Despite the terrors, the fears we'd faced since the ship disaster, she was the most grounded person I'd ever met besides Kate. Bailey kept a reserved but eager attitude about our situation. She'd accepted completely what we must do to survive, what we wanted to do to build our relationship, with each other and with Keekah. Strange to say it, but she was really a role model for me throughout my time on the island, and I'm very much a stronger person as a result.

“Birthday, well, we have to celebrate!”

She giggled and we went about finishing up our work.

- - -

I fished for a couple of hours while the girls napped in the late afternoon, pondering what I could do for Bailey that would be special. Using an artificial jig, I reeled in a couple of small, bony fish, tossed them back out. I realized how picky I'd gotten since the boat crashed on the island. A few days before, there was no way I'd have thrown the skinny fish back.

I had better luck when I caught a third bony fish and cut it up, used chunks of fresh meat to bait bare hooks. I snagged an eight-to-ten pound fish, dark green and looking plump. Pretty soon I caught another and quit, not wanting to catch more than we could eat that evening.

I cleaned the fish and set them aside for the moment. For Bailey, I'd realized that I had nothing to give her that she didn't already have. I did have a couple of simple ideas, though.

I had seen long-stemmed purple and pink flowers atop thick weeds near the tree-line and I plucked several of them and settled into a chair. I'd seen Nina make daisy-chains a couple of times and figured I'd give it a shot. I wove the stems around and pretty quickly had a crown of purple and pink and green to give to my lover.

I started on my second idea. I dug through the food boxes, found a tinned dark chocolate cake, powdered milk, and almond extract. I mixed up the milk with a small amount of water, added the extract, sweetened it with sugar. It was a bit rough but was delightful on my tongue, a sort of almond crème. I sat it aside, sliced up bananas and put them on the cake. I melted caramels slowly over the coals and poured the thick sauce over the bananas and cake. I found a couple of small candles, and stashed everything below the deck for later.

Bailey was still sleeping, on her back, legs parted slightly. Keekah saw me enter the cabin and smiled, slid her hand slowly across Bailey's thin stomach. I sank down between the birthday girl's legs, sniffed her sex. She hadn't washed that day, her aroma thick and rich and wonderful. I kissed her all over her hairless, sweaty vulva, tasted her salty, warm flesh. She moaned lightly at my touch but didn't wake.

Keekah slid down a bit, sucked a nipple into her mouth. Bailey moaned again, and I began licking her pussy gently. Up and down her length I ran my tongue, savoring her briny, tender labia, flicking across her little rising clit. I dipped my tongue into her sex, tasted her pungent juices inside. Bailey stirred, her eyes opened slowly as she let out a moan, I saw her smile slightly as she began to writhe. Keekah was licking her stomach, letting her hands touch and caress the thirteen-year old's body.

I lapped Bailey lovingly, taking my time to lick her clit, her pussy, slather my tongue around her tight, puckered anus. Her thighs trembled as her arousal burned, her crotch moving side to side across my face. I knew my beard was scratching her legs and crotch, but she ground herself harder against me.

Bailey let out a soft moan, “nnnunnn... ohhh... oooh, Kal... oooh... nnnunnn... unnn... ohhh...” Her body shuddered, her thighs locked around my head, I pushed my tongue into her butthole and up to her clit, circling and returning to her ass before sliding into her vagina. I ran a finger across her nub as I probed her tight holes with my tongue. She cried out, “NNNUUNN... OOOHH... NNNNUNNN... NNNNNUUOOHH... NNNUUOHHH...” Bailey climaxed as I licked, Keekah's fingers dancing around her swollen puffies. Her pussy flooded, her young channel soaking in slick cream. I licked her slit, sucked in her juices, my face covered in sweat and Bailey's pungent discharge.

I rose over her and kissed her deeply while Keekah kissed her cheek. “I have a surprise for you, my love. Hungry?”

Bailey nodded, smiling, dizzy from her climax. I helped her off the bed and took her hand, kissed Keekah's lips and led the girls off the deck and to the fire. I put the fish into the pan and got them going, poured us small cups of wine.

While the girls sipped, I retrieved the flower chain I'd made earlier. I hid it behind my back. “Happy birthday, Bailey. I love you so much. I'd give you the world if I could, but I hope this will do for now.” I pulled the chain out and showed it to her, her beaming smile wonderful to my eyes.

She settled it on her head and grinned, kissed me, hugged me tight. “I love you, Kal. I love you so much.”

Keekah was looking at us oddly, and I think she was trying to understand what was going on. While the fish cooked, I tried to communicate with her. My stick figures and island were still easily discernible in the sand, so I led us all over. I showed Keekah my image, said my name, and marked 36 slashes in the sand. I moved to Bailey's figure, said her name, marked out twelve slashes, crossed it out, then made a very demonstrative show of marking thirteen.

Keekah got it. She took the stick and marked slashes near her own figure. I counted fourteen. Keekah was fourteen. It was a helluva breakthrough, really. We were starting to get good at communicating with her, and I hoped one day soon to find out her story, why she was alone on the island.

The fish were done and we tore into them quickly. While the girls cleaned up the dishes, I dropped down under the deck and retrieved the cake, candles, matches, and some cocoa mix. Bailey and Keekah were down at the surf washing the cookware, so I retrieve a smaller pot, filled it with water and powdered milk, and started it heating. It only took a moment before it started to boil, so I added the cocoa, stirred, and poured three mugs full of the steaming chocolate as the girls returned.

Bailey's eyes lit up, hot chocolate being something she'd told me days before was a favorite. I climbed up on deck, poured the almond crème over the cake and added the candles, lighting them. I dropped down carefully and sang her 'Happy Birthday'. She almost teared up, smiling, I could tell it made her feel really special.

The three of us felt so content, munching on the sweet caramel and crème-drenched chocolate cake while taking big gulps of our hot cocoa. There are few other moments in my life where the world felt so comfortable, so reasonable, cares and concerns pushed aside for a time of undeniable enjoyment.

I wasn't done with Bailey, though, and I wanted Keekah and I to focus on her body as we climbed into the bed. I kissed Keekah's breasts, brought her hand down between Bailey's thighs. My thirteen-year old lover looked at me with desire, with love, as Keekah's fingers entered her sex and felt her wetness within.

I slid beside Bailey, kissed her, let my lips show her how much I loved her, how much I desired her. Her body rolled softly to the kisses and touches, my fingers moving over her little puffy nubs as they swelled and grew tight. I pulled Keekah's head to Bailey's mouth, and we worked our way down the girl's body, kissing and touching every inch of her tan, tender flesh.

We sucked on her nipples, Bailey moaning and writhing as Keekah's fingers slid in and out of her vagina. I nibbled at her stomach, licked her belly button, the indentation as much innie as outie. I pulled Keekah's fingers out of Bailey's snatch, sucked on them and returned them to the girl's vulva. The fourteen-year old's fingers gathered Bailey's slickness and I guided her hand to Bailey's lips, the girl sucking on them and moaning softly.

I parted Bailey's thin thighs and settled between, gazing on her hairless slit and feeling my desire for her shudder through my body. I heard Bailey whisper, “I want to taste you...” as she moved Keekah's body over her face, the fourteen-year old settling down facing away from me. Bailey mewled into the girl's crotch as I teased her hairless labia.

Left and right I ran my tongue across her clit, loving the way her tiny nub rose from beneath her fleshy hood. I felt for the first time little hairs around the upper part of her slit, pulled back, and saw the small, sparse little hairs had grown in. It was easy to have missed her fur before, the pubes just the lightest hint of a shadow on her flesh.

My lover's body was showing the first signs of puberty between her legs.

I was so turned on by her first hairs that I thought I was going to cum against the bed as they tickled my tongue. They were short, very thin, just a hint of the bush I knew would grow there. Bailey's swollen labia still looked immature, pre-pubescent, innocent. I tasted her flesh, sucked her creamy discharge from her vagina, lapped up and down her slit. I felt her body shuddering, her moans muffled in Keekah's crotch.

I raised Bailey's legs into the air, rolling her hips up and opening her entire snatch to my view. Keekah began to cry out and climax on Bailey's face, the brown-girl rocking her hips and holding on to Bailey's hair.

I ran my tongue along Bailey's anus, tickled and probed her backdoor as my finger found her clit and twirled around it. I felt her sparse pubes nearby and heard the girl's moans become insistent. “mmm... mmm... mmMM... MMM... MMMOOHMM... MMMOOOHMMM... OOOHMMMM...” Bailey came hard, Keekah's cunt on her lips, my fingers on her clit and my tongue probing her tight little holes. The teen shuddered through her climax, and I refused to slow down.

Her orgasm didn't wane, her body continued to shake and writhe as I redoubled my attention. My tongue slid up to her clit while I worked a hand between her thighs, sliding a finger into her vagina and another into her butthole. She crested again, crying out, muffled, between Keekah's legs. I probed her holes, felt them spasm as her second orgasm washed through her little body.

Keekah rose off Bailey's face, kissed her and lapped her cream from the thirteen-year old's lips and chin. I continued to eat my lover's hairless cunt, my fingers probing deeper, deeper into her tight pussy and asshole. Her cunny became slick, white cream streaking my finger and running down to where another penetrated her backdoor.

I tried to slip a second finger into her vagina, barely able to get the fingertip inside. Bailey's channel clamped down on my digits, her body still rocking and her voice no longer muffled. “NNNN... NNNUUUNN... OOOHHH... NNNUUNNN... NNNNNUNNN... NNUUOOOHNNN...” I sucked at her clit as she orgasmed a third time, Keekah nibbling at her ears and neck, her fingers caressing the climaxing girl's puffy titties.

Bailey shuddered and relaxed, her body spent, her moans becoming pants and sighs as euphoria rang within her. She breathed heavily, said, “I want... you inside.. me... Make love to me... Kal...”

I could do nothing else. I rose over Bailey, ran my cock along her slick vulva, and pushed into her entrance. She cried out, held my shoulders, moved her hips against my penetration. I bottomed out quickly and started slowly fucking her, savoring every movement of her tender, young body.

Keekah kissed her lips, her cheeks, back to her lips. She ran a hand between us as we copulated, found Bailey's clit and stroked it as I fucked the thirteen-year old. In and out I moved my penis through her slick, gripping vagina. Bailey shuddered, climaxed again, “OOOOH... OOOOH... OOOHHNNN... NNNNUUUNN... OOOHNNN... OOOOHH...”

I was right with her. My balls tingled, my stomach tightened, and I filled her vagina with my semen. “OHH BAILEY... OOOH... OOHH, BAILEY... OOOH... OOOH...” I ejaculated into my little lover's little body, my seed quickly filling her, splashing forcefully against her cervix. I squirted again and again into her cunt, my cock pulsing as my orgasm spread, my body shuddering above her, Keekah's hand slowly stroking between us.

I leaned down and kissed Bailey, her breath coming quickly with mine, her body shivering, her arms wrapped around me and holding me tightly against her. “ohh, Kal... oohh...”

I kissed her cheek, her forehead, moved myself slowly in and out, churning my semen inside her vagina. “I love you, Bailey. Happy birthday, Sweetheart...”

Bailey pulled Keekah to us and we shared kisses and hugs and tender touches as our orgasms washed away and left us all tired and satisfied.

It was late evening by the time I lifted off Bailey and we settled in to the bed. The next day was going to be a long one, potentially difficult as we tried to find Gale. I was glad that the girls fell asleep quickly, and I wasn't far behind.