Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 185lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, shoulder-length light-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 14

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

	- 5'1, 110lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 42

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 110lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

We rose early the next morning, well before the sun's light touched the dark sky. It was clear and warm and I took just a moment to stare up at the bright white dots sparkling above. I felt so small in an impersonal universe, but took comfort in the presence of my young lovers, their roles in my life unlike anything I could have anticipated. I'd been the first to make love to them, to taste their young bodies, to bring them to orgasm with my fingers, my tongue, and my penis. They were my constant companions and I felt incredibly lucky to share my time with them.

I shuddered and pushed the arousal from my thoughts. We had a lot to do. We hoped to find Gale and set about getting ready. I'd found a couple of backpacks stuffed into one of the suitcases and filled it with as many jugs of water as would fit. I added a thin blanket, a few packs of dried fruits and nuts, a pouch of crackers, and a small jar of peanut butter.

I eyed the thick wood line and realized something else we needed. “May seem odd, but I think we should put on some clothes. We don't need to expose ourselves to the bugs and scratches if we can help it. Let's see if anything fits.”

We rummaged through the clothes still held in suitcases, pulled a few items from under the propped bed. The man had been shorter than me, but I was able to find a pair of jeans and long-sleeved shirt that fit, albiet a little tight. The woman's clothes were much too large for either woman, but we improvised and soon had them wearing slacks and blouses that hung loosely on their bodies. For the second time since being on the island, I felt a pang of loss from the way the clothing hid Bailey's slender body.

Shoes were another matter. The man's feet were too small for me to wear his sneakers, but I made do with a pair of thick sandals. The girls were both a better match for the woman's footwear and they were quickly donning socks and shoes. I tossed a knife in my pocket, rolled a quick joint and slid it in, along with a couple of lighters.

I drew another map of the island in the sand, tried to show to Keekah what we were going to do. She seemed to understand, nodded, pointed generally to the Northwest. We set off to the West, returned to the spot where the stream met the beach and chewed on some of the yellow leaves while we sat and watched dolphins slowly sliding across the early morning light.

It felt odd to wear clothing. In the two-and-a-half weeks that Bailey and I had been on the island, I'd gotten very comfortable being naked. Sure, there were times when the sand was irritating, getting into spots that were uncomfortable, but it was worth it, especially in the way I'd gotten used to gazing at Bailey's thin hairless slit. Well, not strictly hairless any longer, but her first pubes were still very small and sparse, I could only see them when I was between her thighs. I felt myself growing aroused at the thought.

Keekah signaled that she thought we were ready and buried her face in Bailey's slacks. She wasn't satisfied, grinned, pulled the thirteen-year old's pants down and inhaled directly. Goddamn I loved seeing the native girl's nose sniffing Bailey's sex. Keekah smiled, gave her a lick, and pulled the slacks back up. She moved to me, pulled down my jeans and sniffed around my groin, smiled again, took me inside her mouth, bobbed a couple of times, then returned my throbbing penis to my pants.

We moved more quickly up the stream, our clothes making the foliage easier to pass through. Keekah led us back to the shorter ridge before we turned North and West toward an area I'd never walked before. There wasn't really a path to follow, just some places where it was easier to step through the vines and bushes. Keekah found a game trail which helped, and we spent the next couple of hours making our way Northwest.

The tall ridge came into view beyond the trees and our game trail soon had us moving West along its edge. Keekah was confident in leading us, chattering often and giggling. She stopped at one point, took one step to the side, pulled down her pants, and urinated freely in front of us. Bailey smiled as she watched, and my penis got hard as Keekah emptied her bladder, the urine splashing over the fallen leaves and low-lying greenery.

I figured it was as good a time as any, so I pulled out my erect penis and tried to urinate. It took a moment for the piss to flow. I had to let my penis grow flaccid first. Keekah watched and giggled, Bailey squatted next to me and let loose her own flow. My stream started and the girls watched as I pissed into the bushes. My flow slowed and dribbled and I shook a couple of times.

Keekah surprised me by leaning down and taking me into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to wash away my urine, returning upright with a big smile on her face. Bailey looked completely uncertain about what the girl had done. “Umm... eww?”

“Hee. Well, I don't know if that's something she's done before but I'm not complaining. Some people, Bailey, some people... uhh... they like that sort of thing.” Her look of doubt led to my followup. “Seriously. It's called 'watersports.' Kate, Nina and I... well, we played like that a lot.”

“Doesn't look like it would taste very good...”

“No, it usually doesn't, but... You know, it's not really about the taste, at least not for me. There's something... I dunno... dirty... about doing it.” Bailey had her eyebrows raised, and I tried to refocus on what we should have been doing. “Ok... anyway, let's keep going. Keekah, lead the way!”

Bailey let it go and we were soon back on our quest. Another hour went by before Keekah led us where a good-sized rockfall had spilled from the higher ridge. She pointed up it and started climbing, picking her way carefully up the boulders. I made Bailey go in front of me, figuring I might be able to catch her if she slipped, but in reality, there wouldn't be much I could do if she did.

It took some time to carefully move up the rocks, but we did make the top and were once more surrounded by dense trees and bushes. Keekah moved on, heading roughly North.

There was a small clear spot and I knew Bailey was in need of a rest. I was getting a bit tired, myself, so we stopped for a lunch. The girls munched on peanut butter and crackers while I downed dried bananas and apples. I kept an eye on our water, still more than enough for a return trip, and soon we were moving on.

The sun was past midday when we found the lake. Well, lake isn't a terribly accurate description, but it was larger than a pond. Several acres of water shimmered in front of us. It was roughly oval, running West-to-East on the long axis. Loon-like birds swam everywhere, diving into the water and returning to settle on the surface. Keekah led us to the edge and dipped her hand in the water, showed us it was fresh.

It seemed so out of place up on the high ridge. How the hell a lake of fresh water could have collected there, I didn't know. We moved West along the edge, scattering birds and other critters with each step. I saw one large white bird scoop up a small fish and take flight to settle in a nearby tree. Clouds were rolling in as we rounded the lake, and toward the North side, I could see where the water appeared to lap over the edge and run out of view. Growing closer, I suspected this was the source of the North-side stream that Bailey and I had found days earlier.

Keekah led us away from the lake, angling toward the Northwest once more. We passed into thick trees for some time before I could just make out the blue ocean waters in the distance.

The clearing came upon us unexpectedly. Well, unexpected to me and Bailey. It was wide, several acres in area, and along the Northwest edge of the clearing sat a small building. There were long rows of tended plants. Large stalks of vegetables and other potential edibles looked lush and wonderful in contrast to the wild, overgrown foliage surrounding the area.

Someone was clearly living here.

As we approached the building, I called out, “Gale? Gale Mattocks?” I heard no reply. “Gale?”

The door opened and I saw a head duck out. Wild hair was dark and twisted into a long braid that ran over shoulders. It was a woman. She opened the door wider, revealing herself fully. She wore what can only be described as primitive clothing, the look of the well-worn, handmade dress obvious to my eyes, the fibers rough and only loosely resembling clothing.

She didn't speak. I said, “Gale? Are you Gale?”

Her eyes were wide, I wondered at her state of mind immediately. She slid out of the doorway and stepped closer, stopping a few feet away. “Y-yes... I'm Gale... I'm Gale.”

She eyed me, eyed the girls. I felt uncomfortable, like I'd stepped into a world that didn't have room for me in it. She locked on Keekah. “You! I've seen you b-before! In the trees!”

Keekah looked at me and started to speak. I interrupted. “Yes, this is Keekah. She led us to you. Gale, I'm Kal. This is Bailey, we... we're stuck her too.”

Gale's shoulders drooped, not the news she had hoped to come from our presence. She nodded. Rather than ask us questions or explain her own situation, she looked to the sky. “Storm's coming in soon. Come on inside while it passes. Not much, but it keeps me dry.” She was right. Dark bulbous clouds had moved in rapidly, nearly pressing onto the island from the West. I couldn't see the ocean from there, but I expected that it wasn't too far to the North or West.

We shuffled into her home. It was small, just one room, maybe ten feet to a side. An old mattress was on the floor, a few items for cooking on a low shelf. A large tub-like container held water, and an empty 2-liter bottle sat beside. There were no chairs, just a dusty floor. Gale sat, tossed her braid over her shoulder and looked at us with sad eyes. “Well, get comfy.”

We sat and I explained why we'd come. “Gale... we found your journal. The one you keep down by the stream. That's how I knew you were here. Bailey and I... we tried to find you that day, we called out but I don't know if you heard me.”

“I heard you, I heard you... Had a bout of fever. Was laid up pretty good, barely could keep down water for a few days. Until now, I thought maybe that was a fever dream... Mostly better now...”

“You've been here a long time, over two years?”

“Aye. Over two years. All alone until I started seeing... Keekah, was it? Til I started seeing Keekah in the trees a few weeks back. Thought I might be dreaming that too, but I'm lucid most of the time... most of the time... How in the hell did you all end up here on Isla Gale? That's what I call this damn place, 'Isla Gale.'”

“Well, we don't know Keekah's story, we just found her a few days ago. Bailey and I, we've been here just over two weeks. It started on a cruise ship...” For the next while I described what Bailey and I had been through since the disaster, leaving out the details of our sexual relationship. “And so, when Keekah affirmed that there was someone else here... I had to come find you.”

“So you found me. Now there's more mouths to feed. Great. Barely getting by on my own.”

The woman was very thin. I guessed her to be about 5'5 and no heavier than Keekah, who was several inches shorter. Her age was tough to place, maybe in her early-40s, though her skin looked much older. Her breasts looked small in the loose-fitting clothing. Gale was sitting with her knees cocked up and I couldn't help looking under the edge of her skirt. As the rain began to pour down, I saw her very hairy bush between her thighs. The smell in the room was strong of her unwashed genitals. It wasn't exactly arousing, but I admit that it wasn't disgusting either. The odor was heavy of fish and musk and dirty flesh. Gale had no modesty at all, seemingly oblivious to her smell and spread thighs, and I reined in my voyeurism to return to our conversation.

“No... No, we don't need anything. In fact, we can help you. I told you about the boat supplies, and the fresh fish and hare we've been catching. We would love to share with you. When did you last eat meat?”

“Does lizard count? Not much firewood up here, and what I do have I use sparingly. Got the garden going almost immediately when I found this cabin. Someone had been here before me. Look,” She pointed to marks on one of the walls. “Don't know the language but looks like notes from the previous owner. Never saw anyone else here, though, so it became mine as soon as I found it.”

“Gale... how did you end up here?”

“Honestly not entirely certain. Did you read my journal?”

“Just a couple of entries, enough to know your name and that you'd recently added an entry.”

“Well...” She grabbed a piece of curved wood that served as a cup, scooped water and offered it to us. We declined and she brought it to her lips. “My memory wasn't too good for many weeks and I'm still pretty fuzzy on a lot of things that happened early on. I think it was a plane crash. I think I was with my husband, maybe out of Tahiti. Not really sure. I just remember being aware of the island and crying and panicking and...” She was working herself up and rocking back and forth.

“Hey, it's ok, Gale. Don't need to get into it. What matters is you've survived. You've survived and we're here with you.”

“Yeah. I don't trust that I'm not just dreaming this, not really. I've been so long without anyone here with me...”

Bailey spoke up. “Gale... would you like some peanut butter and crackers or some dried fruit?” She produced the food and offered it to the woman.

Gale stared at it a moment. “My God. Peanut butter! Jesus, yes, please!”

The woman devoured most of what Bailey offered unashamedly, her hunger painfully obvious in the way she ate. I held Bailey back when she started to give her more, the woman's digestive system would probably not take too well to so much rich food eaten so quickly.

I caught Bailey glancing between Gale's legs and when she noticed me looking, the thirteen-year old blushed and adjusted her pants slightly.

Gale took a breath and smiled for the first time. She was almost pretty despite the dust and dirt covering her face. “Well... That was the best thing that's been in my mouth in a long, long time. Th-thank you, Bailey. Thank you!” She rolled over to the girl and hugged her, Gale's tears starting to flow.

The woman released her emotions against Bailey's shoulder, crying and sobbing for long moments as Bailey held her. The girl looked at me for help, and I shrugged, figured it was better to just let her have a go.

The rain slowed and died to a drizzle. Mostly for Gale's benefit, I suggested, “Listen, Gale... We had a long hike here, could really use a clean up. Is the lake ok for bathing?”

She composed herself a bit. “Yeah, yeah. Its fine. Admit I haven't been over there in days, no reason to, really, was no one here to care.”

Gale rose and wiped her face, dirt streaking and staining her cheeks. “Come on.”

She led the way, following a path along the North side of her fields. I commented, “You've got one helluva garden going, Gale. I'm really impressed.”

“Ah, yeah. Only thing that has kept me going, really. Gives me something to do. Gathered stuff I found, stuff that washed up, been pretty lucky in some ways. Got a few beans, some sort of tuber things that won't take. Bunch of stuff that's native that looks like celery and cabbage and lemongrass. Didn't know if I could eat any of it at first, but I was starving and it didn't kill me, so I started growing it. Damn hard work. Damn hard work...”

We approached the lake from the West. The bushes ran up to the water line and overlapped in many places. The girls removed their shoes and I saw Gale look longingly at the footwear. A moment later she shrugged out of her dress and slid naked into the water. I had just a moment to see her naked body before she went under, and her curves were softer than I expected despite the obvious weight loss she'd experienced.

The girls and I stripped down and joined her, and before long we were climbing back out of the water as the clouds drifted out to sea and returned us to the bright afternoon sun.

Gale washed her dress as we drip-dried. “Got anything I can borrow for clothes? I made this months ago from some fabric that caught down in the surf. Not much of anything, really.” Gale showed no sign of discomfort at her nudity, and I saw once more the dark bush between her legs. Her breasts were small, drooped noticeably, but her small pink nipples were bright and beautiful.

Bailey spoke up. “There's a bunch of clothes. We don't use them at all, just got dressed today to get through the woods.” I cringed as the girl may have said too much, but I was quickly assured that Gale either didn't notice the implication, or didn't care.

“Well, I'd sure appreciate anything you can loan me. I'll trade you something for it, whatever you want.”

I rested my hand on her shoulder. “Seriously, Gale, you can have whatever we can give you. There's more than enough to share.” I looked up at the sky. “Tell you what. Why don't you come back to our boat with us? We'll trade you some clothes to let us stay here with you tonight. Not enough light for us to make it back at this point. Sound good?”

She nodded, almost looked pleased. “Yes. Can't see taking anything without giving back. You're welcome in my home tonight, such as it is. Gonna be crowded, hope you're ok with snuggling up.”

Bailey giggled and I rushed to cover it. “Uh, yeah, that's fine, that's fine. We're... we're pretty easy to get along with. We've had to be in close quarters for some weeks now, won't bother us at all.”

Gale looked at me oddly and then at the girls but said nothing. I considered taking Bailey aside to ask her not to comment further on our relationship but it just didn't feel right to do so. We couldn't hide it forever from Gale, and it was probably better that she learn it early. That said, I wasn't exactly going to go out of my way to explain it until I had to, either.

Back in the cabin, Bailey pulled out the rest of our food and I reserved a small package of fruit for the morning. The four of us ate quietly. I knew the girls were pretty tired, yawning in unison, and I was there too. I had the urge to piss, asked, “Uh, Gale, I need to... Need to relieve myself. Where are you doing that?”

She pointed toward the West wall. “Round that way, there's a small spring that bubbles up. Not enough to use for drinking water, but it works for washing up.”

I thanked her and exited the building. Keekah followed me. We found the spot and I pulled out my cock to piss. Keekah smiled and squatted, watched my urine flow out as hers trickled through her pubes. When I finished, she again took me in her mouth and cleaned me off. It seemed only fair that I return the favor, so I knelt down and brought my tongue to her slit, lapping her bitter urine away from her hairs and her labia. I wanted to make her orgasm, but I was nervous that Gale would hear us.

I took Keekah's hand and we returned to the cabin. Gale and Bailey were already lying on the mattress next to each other. I settled down next to the teen on the floor and Keekah packed in beside me. It was a tight fit, to be sure. Gale rose to look at me. “Well... Good fortune today that we should meet. It has been so, so long that I've been alone here. Far too long since I've had anyone to talk to. Sleep well.” She leaned back and turned away from us.

I let my mind wander for a long time. At some point, Bailey's hand found mine and we caressed each other's fingers gently as Gale began to snore. I took Keekah's hand in my other and relaxed slowly, eventually resting my thoughts and giving way to sleep.

- - -

We rose the next morning as dawn broke, the day starting clear and warm. Several white and grey birds picked their way through the garden, leading Gale to rush after them and shoo them away. “Damn birds! Can't even get the black beans plants to grow before they've destroyed them!”

Gale said she was going to relieve herself and slipped out of view behind the cabin. I drew the girls to me and shared wet kisses with them. The sleep had been rough, the floor of the cabin old wood planks. Bailey's mattress hadn't looked much better. We were all pretty stiff. Plus, it just felt weird to wake up in clothes. It felt... unnatural!

Gale returned and we set out, Keekah again leading our troop. We passed by the lake, refilling our water jugs and moving toward the ridge line. We made good time and learned more about Gale's stay on the island.

“I've almost died several times. Three times from the fever. Once I fell and twisted my ankle down on the beach, couldn't climb back up for several days. Water kept me alive, but barely.” She looked at me and I noticed her bright green eyes for the first time. “Another time there was a fire... I started it, damn near burned up the cabin. Prolly didn't notice it, but the far side was scorched pretty good. I'm 42 and I've almost died a half-dozen times. Think I'm 42. Not really sure...”

“Have you ever seen a boat or anyone looking for you?” I asked, then took a swig of water, the day growing humid and hot in the woods. “Any chance you could have gotten off the island?”

“Nah. Oh, there's been some things that mighta been a boat way out, but it could have been my imagination. I've seen lights over the horizon a few times. Dunno what that is about. But no, nothing really. Just the damned birds.”

Gale was warming to us quickly. She and Bailey chatted about how their skins had darkened, Gale's several shades richer than my lover's. I started to grow tense around Gale being part of our group. How was I to explain my relationship with Bailey, and with Keekah? I still felt she needed to know soon, but how does one tell another adult that you're having sex with two young teens? Not exactly an easy segue into that conversation!

I certainly wasn't willing to give up what we had. Bailey was my everything, and Keekah was growing stronger in my heart each day. Gale didn't exactly threaten that, just that, I didn't know how to carefully reveal our relationships without destroying the goodwill that was fostering between us.

Keekah led us back to the boat without incident, my thoughts still turning over possible words to describe our situation. Gale cheered when she saw the clothing, marveled at our 'luxury' suite on the boat. It was still midday, so Keekah went off to check her traps and I fished a bit while Bailey gave Gale the 'tour.' I'd asked Bailey privately not to show her the gold and other interesting items, not yet. Seems silly now to think to reserve that, but I hadn't gone into the details of the violent night with the man from the boat, and I had no grasp of what the items they'd possessed meant at all.

I did fire up a joint, though. Two nice greenish fish landed, I took a break and called out to Bailey and Gale. They joined me, Gale eyeing me skeptically. “That a hand-rolled or is that weed?”

“Both.” I smiled, my mellow creeping nicely. She looked at Bailey a moment and shrugged. I offered it to her and she accepted, inhaling and sputtering immediately.

She coughed but didn't pass the joint. Instead, she caught her breath, drank water, and inhaled deeply, this time holding her smoke for a moment. Gale sank into a chair, laughed. “Well damn. That's nice. College was the last time I had any weed. Phew, hitting me already!”

She held out the joint hesitantly in my direction, then eyed Bailey. The teen smiled and took it from her, inhaling lightly before passing it on to me. Bailey enjoyed the pot, but she was doing a good job of just hitting it softly from time-to-time.

Gale watched her exhale and shook her head. “Nothing on this island surprises me anymore. Nothing. I should be upset to see you do that, but now. Fuck it.”

We laughed, and I began to feel maybe our future conversation about Bailey and Keekah might be a better one. Might. Smoking pot was a long way from having sex with two young teens. But I was stoned, and I felt optimistic regardless.

“So what do you think, Gale? Twenty-four hours ago you had no idea where you'd be today.”

“I'm still not convinced this isn't a fever. Those dreams are damned convincing, sometimes, but...” She stared off silently into the late afternoon sky. “Can I hug you? It's been so long since I've had anyone to hug.”

I looked at Bailey and she smiled at me. I hugged Gale and she gripped me tightly. I could feel her breast pressing into my chest, the warmth of her flesh pushing through our clothing. She ran her hands along my back, and for just a split second, let her fingers slide across the top of my butt before squeezing my waist and shoulders.

It felt so different from hugging Bailey, from hugging Keekah. The mature woman had weight, even if she was skinnier than my girls. The way she hugged was fierce, almost desperate. Gale started running her cheeks along my shirt, pressing her face against me. I felt her knee rise slightly and slide against mine.

My penis began to rise.

Gale seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled back, kissed my cheek and said, “Thank you, Kal. Thank you. I really needed that. Bailey, hug?” The girl shrugged and smiled and hugged Gale. It was a different hug than mine, the woman just holding the thirteen-year old tightly.

I roused the fire as Gale found us a bottle of wine. It was definitely a day for celebration and I had her bring a second one as well. Bailey urinated in the surf and washed herself, then shed her clothes and worked on filling a basket with shellfish. Gale watched but didn't comment.

Gale sat next to me as I poked at the fire sipping wine. “Kal...” She stopped and breathed slowly, staring into the flames.

“What is it, Gale?”

She looked at me and drew a tight smile. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the firelight. “Look... I know we just met... but... it has been a long... long time since I've had any company. Any company. I... do you know what I mean?”

I had a good idea and my nerves returned as I raced through how to respond. “Yes. Yes, I... I think I know what you mean, sure. Listen, Gale...” I paused, chose my words carefully. “I think we should talk about something. Something you should know.”

“...ok?”

“I...” Everything I tried to voice sounded stupid in my head. “When I washed up here I was all alone. When I found Bailey... We... We needed each other, you know? We were lost and lonely and scared and we needed each other...”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pursed. “Needed... are you... do you mean...?”

“Bailey and I are lovers, yes. I never meant for it, never wanted it until it happened but... it did happen and we're lovers.”

Gale sat silently for a long time, staring blankly into the fire. “And Keekah...?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. Not in disgust, thankfully, but perhaps in defeated acceptance. “Well... Jeez, Kal, I don't know what to say to that. They're how old? 13, 14? But... Goddamn, this island does strange things to people. Strange things... I've got a few of my own that are strange... not that far, though. Not that far.”

“I know... I know... I still have moments of guilt. But being here... Gale, I can't imagine meeting the day with energy with my Bailey. We've bonded so tightly, so strongly, I don't think it could have been any other way. When Keekah arrived, well, she's just grown on me so quickly. I can't understand anything she says but she's saved our lives in more than one way. Can you really blame me? Blame me for accepting the amazing company of wonderful people? Would you have resisted given what you know about the island?”

She pursed her lips again, looked at me, relaxed. “No. No, I can't blame you. And no, I would not have resisted any company. I longed for it. Desperately. I've fantasized a million ways about being saved, of escaping, of mounting the first guy I see. I can't blame you for that.” She looked off toward Bailey and back at me. “I'm worried about her, Kal. She's so young! Worried about Keekah. Is this something Bailey thinks she wants? Be honest with me.”

“Ask her. She's been amazing. She's a rock, really. So wonderful as a companion, bright, steady. Beautiful...”

“She is beautiful. She'll grow into a very attractive young woman.” Gale gazed off to where Bailey was digging under the water for shellfish. “I want to talk to her a moment. Is that ok?”

“Of course.”

Gale wandered down to the water, paused a moment, then removed her dress. I sipped my wine and wondered what they discussed. I could see Gale helping Bailey digging. They were down there a long time, then Bailey returned with a basket full of scallops while Gale floated on the calm water.

“Everything ok, Bailey?”

She sat down the shellfish and looked at me, her brown eyes dark in the fading light. “Yeah... we just... you know, talked. She asked me about you, said you'd told her about us, about us and Keekah. Asked me about whether I wanted it.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth. I love you. I can't imagine not having you. Keekah too. I love you so much, Kal.”

She hugged me and we kissed. I saw Gale looking toward us from the surf. I held Bailey and smiled. “I love you too, Kitten. She may not understand, you know? But I can't help how I feel about you. How we feel about each other. What I like to do with you in bed...”

She laughed and sucked at my neck quickly. “You know, you are kinda a perv, Kal. Just so you know.”

I chuckled, “Did she call me a perv?”

“Not exactly, just said that some guys were pervs who took advantage of girls my age. I told her that you and I had done it together, you didn't take advantage of me. I wanted it. Want it.”

“And I'm so damn lucky I've got you to understand, cause I do love you Bailey.”

We kissed again. Bailey broke off and continued. “She wants to have sex with you.”

“I... I gathered as much. She told you so?”

“Yeah. Said it had been a really long time for her. I think she was touching herself while we talked and found scallops. She seems pretty worked up about you, really. Asked me if you could...”

I said nothing, waiting for Bailey to go on. “...And I thought about it a bit. Thought about what you'd told me about loving more than one person but I don't think this is that, right?”

“No, I don't love her.”

“So I thought about how to respond and remembered how it felt to be with you the first time. I felt so good, you made me feel so good. I... I think it would nice if she could feel that too, the way Keekah did. I loved how you made her feel. I want Gale to have that, too, and I told her so.”

Needless to say, my penis was hard listening to my thirteen-year old lover talk so frankly about those moments. “And... do I get a say in this?”

She laughed at me. “Well, I dunno, you're the perv! You gonna say no?”

I couldn't help but laugh as well. “Bailey, the same thing applies to her that applies to Keekah, ok? We can't any of us help how feel, right? But you and I are most important. Ok? I don't want to do anything to lose you or hurt you, ok?”

We hugged and she told me, “She asked me if she could have you alone, the first time. I told her Keekah and I might watch but it was ok for one time.”

“Ok, Kitten. You would make a sharp lawyer, you know? Negotiating sex is far more difficult than negotiating law. Hey, Keekah's back.”

The brown-skinned girl looked odd wearing her baggy clothes. She shuffled up to the fire with three hares, grinning broadly. “Damn, you're good, Keekah!”

She set to skinning them and Gale returned from the water, dressed, dark-tan skin a touch flushed, and looking a bit sheepish. She looked at me, locked my gaze a moment and then saw the hares. “Oh, wow! You did this, Keekah?” The girl beamed as if she understood the point. “It's been... years! I've had a fish every now and then, but real meat? Years!”

Bailey and I held hands and she sipped my wine. I rolled another joint and offered it to Keekah, the girl puffed and then handed it off to Gale.

Soon the hares were on the spit and Keekah went to the water, Bailey trailing behind her, the thirteen-year old casting sly glances back at me as she walked. Gale and I both watched them shed their clothes and slide into the water.

“So.. Gale. Bailey told me what you said, and...” I took her hand. “I think it would be very nice to give you some company. Would you like to join me on the boat?”

“Yes. I would like that very much, Kal. Very much.”

I led the thin woman up on deck and into the cabin. We embraced, she brought her lips to mine, and crushed me in a voracious grip. She moaned at the first contact, her mouth desiring and warm and wet. Gale's energy was fierce, her hands stroking my back hard, her fingers grabbing my ass and holding on. I returned her fire, running my hands down to her waist, pulling her dress off in one move.

Gale yanked down my pants and pulled me tight against her, moaning, panting, her need burning against me. “I want you inside me. No foreplay. Just fuck me. Please.”

We kissed as she laid back, my body over hers. I felt her hairy pubes press against my pelvis as we came to rest, my penis pressed against her thigh. I could feel the heat between her legs, her arms grasping my body and clutching my hair. My cock was hard and I quickly spread her thighs and placed the tip of it against her labia.

She was already wet and slick, my cock sliding in deeply in one stroke. She cried out and shuddered quickly as I ground into her. She was surprisingly tight for a woman her age, her channel gripping my length as I withdrew and thrust again. She wrapped her thin legs around my thighs, her hands around my shoulders.

I fucked Gale deeply, savoring her cries, her panting, the slick vagina that held my penis inside. Her hips rose with my movements, Gale breathing heavily and growing louder. I caught movement to my side and saw Bailey and Keekah looking in, naked, fingers quickly stroking across their clits. Bailey's mouth was open as she watched me fuck Gale, Keekah looked serious, tense, her body shaking as she played with herself.

Gale groaned loudly, her eyes closed, her body pulling me into her. “Ohhhh... YESSS... OOOHHH... YESSS... OHHHH... OHHH... OOOHHH... OOOOOOOHHHH...” She climaxed around my dick, her cunt clenching, her legs trembling and rocking. “OOOH... OOOOHHH... OOOOHHH...” She moaned on and on, her climax washing through her completely, her body shuddering as it released years of tension around my penetration.

I humped her faster, felt her body tense again. I could smell her wet pussy, suddenly, the musky, dark aroma thick and full of pheremones. I inhaled, glanced up in time to see Bailey shuddering in climax, the teen moaning so beautifully, “unnn... nnnnunnn... nunnn.. nunnn... nnnnunnn...” Keekah caught my eye and slid a finger into her cunny, rapidly penetrating her hole before returning to her clit.

Gale was moaning loud again, my thrusting continuing to churn her cream into froth. I felt precum squirt out of my cock and slicken her channel even more. Gale's pubes were thick and tickling my own as they tangled and matted with sweat. Keekah orgasmed, Bailey's fingers on her breasts. “aah... aaaah... aaaahhh... aaaaahhh... aaaahhh... aaaaaaaahhh... aaah... aaah... aaah...” The brown girl's skin glistened as her body trembled, her knees shaking and barely holding her upright. Bailey leaned down to suck on Keekah's breasts and I looked back at Gale.

She was staring at me, her mouth wide open, panting, moaning, her body pounding back at mine. I stared into her green eyes, felt her body tense and shudder. “oooh... oooh... OOOHH... Oh, KAAAL.... ooooh... ohhh.. OOOH... YEESSSS... YESSSS... YESSSS...” Gale came a second time, her hot pussy spasming around my penis. I slammed in and out of her hard, pounding her like I hadn't done with Bailey or Keekah. I humped her fast, strongly, driving myself deep into Gale's cunt.

Gale's eyes caught mine again, she smiled, and I ejaculated inside her vagina. “oooh... oooh... ahhh... oooohmmm... cumming... CUMMING... ohhh... ohhhh...” My semen rushed out and I held against her tightly, firing once, twice into her body. I pulled back, rooted again, fired another shot of jism into Gale. Back and in once more and held myself inside, sperm running from my penis, filling her with my seed.

Gale held me close to her as my penis rested and leaked inside her. “Oh... Oh, Kal... Oh, Kal... oh... OH... oh, God... Kal... Oh, God... oh... oh...” We kissed and she pulled my weight onto her completely. I thought I might crush the thin woman but she wanted me on top, my dick dripping the last drops of my sperm into her vagina.

The girls had left by the time I rose off of her. I pulled my semi-erect cock from her hole, watched it gape and drool my sperm, semen sticking in her thick pubes and sliding down over her anus. I thought she was asleep until I started to slide out the door. “Thank you... Thank you for that... I... It had been way too long.”

I turned and walked back to her, leaned over and kissed her lips, her cheek, her forehead. “No need for thanks. No need at all... It was my pleasure, too.” I stroked her hair, suggested, “Hungry? I bet those hares are nearly done. I should throw the fish on, too.”

Gale purred into my neck. “Yes. Can we drink more wine? I haven't had a day like this in forever, and I don't want it to stop now.”

I smiled and nodded and took her hand as we made our way to the fire pit. Keekah had a silly grin on her face. I released Gale and walked to Bailey, kissing her deeply, telling her I loved her, thanking her for caring so much about Gale's happiness that she wanted to share me with her.

“That was pretty hot, Kal. Watching you and her. Keekah and I... That was hot.” She was grinning.

I put on the fish and had the scallops boiling. None of us had put our clothes back on, and Gale didn't seem to notice or care, her eyes half-open, a satisfied expression on her face. She sipped her wine and sighed pleasantly, her eyes slowly moving from me to the girls and back to me, the simple pleasure of seeing other people was so obvious on her face.

Keekah started chattering, a long sentence with hand gestures, not unusual since the girl had joined us, if only we knew what she was saying.

Gale responded in a tongue similar to the girl's.

Bailey and I stared at the woman, the surprise likely clear on our faces. Keekah laughed and jumped excitedly.

Gale looked at me. “What?”