Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 5'2, 110lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 14

	- daughter of Manu, sister of Hakee and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'3, 125lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 42

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 130lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Manu, Female, 31

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, mother of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie, aunt of Poln

	- 5'5, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Hakee, Female, 17
 
	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'9, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Mie, Female, 11

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Hakee, cousin of Poln

	- 4'7, 85lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 10

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, nephew of Manu, cousin of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie

	- 4'7, 100lbs, mocha-brown skin, short, wavy dark-brown hair

Hona, Female, 28

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, friend of Manu

	- 5'2, 155lbs, dark-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Tok, Male, 34

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, friend of Manu

	- 6'3, 205lbs, brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Amy, Female, 15

	- Stowaway from California

	- 5'6, 115lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

I joined the others around the fire to the sounds of laughter and cheers. Manu chuckled gaily and said, “we all hear her pleasure. You are good man, Kal Islandtamer, a good man for my Keekah.” I blushed and sat next to Bailey, my raging cock doing nothing to stop the cheers. Manu and Hona looked at my dick bounce and pulse, and Hakee had a cautious, curious gaze that lingered longer than necessary. I guess they were all turned on hearing Keekah's moans, and it turned me on greatly to know that.

I sat quietly a moment before Tok lifted a jug of a dark red liquid and poured a cup, gesturing to Gale to hand it to me. She walked up, glanced at a my cock a moment, said, “Tok wants you to enjoy this. It is a fermented root of some sort, makes a powerful, sharp drink. Pretty good, if a bit raw for my taste. They started it before they left the last island, said it is ready now. Here, try it.”

I took the cup and sniffed it. Hints of sour and sweet hit me first, nothing terribly distinct about it. But I could smell the alcohol strongly, and I sipped it lightly. It was strong, a lot like a homemade strawberry wine I'd tried to make once that turned out ok. I took a bigger sip and caught hints of oak and pine, a strong wash of earth and grass was my next impression.

I tipped my cup toward Tok to thank him and knocked the rest back quickly. It burned going down and kicked my stomach into knots in a pleasant way.

Manu stood again and started speaking in her own language, Gale told us, “Manu wishes to tell you a story of the Hahonokoans, of the their earliest people. She says this story is passed down every year during the spring festivals. This year, the war and the pestilence kept them from celebrating, so she wishes to do so now.”

Tok offered the jug, and I accepted another couple of fingers of the drink as Manu began. “Cycles passed out of awareness by the time our ancestors travelled East and South to the island where the Hahonokoans first thrived. They came in kayaks, sturdy boats capable of mastering the biggest waves. The people were skilled navigators, knew the stars as their own, and arrived with their children. There were three hundred in all, many of them young. They brought pigs, and fruits and roots they knew were nutritious and easy to grow. They built the first village and for hundreds of years, survived in a paradise they had created.”

Manu was moving around the fire, almost dancing as she told the tale. “The gods grew angry with the Hahonokoans. The men grew fat, the women lazy, the children were spiteful and resentful. A storm came the destroyed the village and most of the people. Those that survived atoned themselves and changed their ways. Traditions developed to instill honor and reward for hard work. The people became focused, the men grew lean, the women productive, the children studious.”

I downed my drink and considered another, but my head was light and I didn't want to push it. Instead, I lit up a half-smoked joint and puffed it twice before sliding it to Bailey.

Manu continued, “but this, too, angered the Gods. The village had forgotten pleasure, had forgotten to enjoy and appreciate their family and friends, had become too focused on economy and politics. The Gods sent another storm, this one also destroying the village and most of the people. Those that survived changed their ways, striking a balance between work and pleasure, between survival and enlightenment, and so the Gods were pleased and sent no more storms.”

Manu grew serious, a dark look in her eyes. Gale translated, “That is how the story was told until last year. Now, we wonder what we have done to once more anger the gods. This time, they left none of us behind to change to find a new balance. This time they sent men, not storms, disease not water. We do not know what the gods want from us, or how they expect us to understand their wrath. It is sadness with which I tell you this, for I never thought there would come a time when the gods once more found us unworthy.”

She sat heavily in her seat and for several minutes we sat in silence, passing the shrinking joint and turning over her story in our heads. I was finally compelled to reply. I stood and found myself pacing around the fire, eyes watching me as I began to speak. Gale passed my message to the Hahonokoans.

“I do not know your gods as I am not from your people. Where I come from, many claim to know the mind of their gods but I have similarly not known such deities. What I do see, what I know I can prove, is the hands of men. The actions of humans leave signs all around us. Unlike the gods, we can watch men do harm or do good, judge them for their intent, praise or condemn them for their actions.

“We have no such knowledge of gods. They leave visions and destruction and we can only guess at what they mean. I see the acts of mindless nature when you speak of such terrible storms which nearly destroyed your people. I see weather, beyond the control of men, that had the terrible consequence of killing many otherwise good people. The destruction of a village is a severe way to alter behavior, and when I hear you speak of the wrath of your gods, I can only ask how I would know the difference between a storm brought by a god and one which naturally occurs.”

I puffed the end of the joint and flicked the crumpled roach into the fire. “I mean no disrespect. I mean only to show you my reaction to your story. I honor your ancestors in that they had the strength and the knowledge to rebuild. I credit men and women and children for bearing a tremendous burden to keep the spirit of your people alive. They succeeded where many others have failed. Instead of thanking gods for this, I honor your ancestors for their strengths and their dedication.

“When men attacked your village, I cannot see the hands of gods in this. I see the hands of men. Must we look to the heavens to explain the desperate violence of humans? We all know these things in our hearts, don't we? We all have such violence within us, and we all know that such violence can break free if we are desperate, or greedy, or even as we protect our loved ones from harm. When I see what happened to your people, I see not gods but men.”

I let Gale finish before returning to my thoughts. “The bugs I cannot explain fully, but I believe the entire world may be at risk from them. I see in this not gods but nature, although I cannot also rule out the hands of men as well. Many people have died from bugs, from germs, from the simplest cuts and scrapes. One need not believe gods punish you to find a reason that many people die from such a widespread destroyer of nations.

“Manu, Hahonokoans all, I bring you not disbelief in your religion but instead, understanding of your legacy, of the tremendous will your ancestors showed to survive and bring you here to this day. I honor them and their offspring. I have seen their will, their skills, their honor, in all of you. I have seen you fight together to save yourselves, and to save those of us who do not have your legacy. You are honorable, and I know we are much stronger on this island to have you here with us, now, in all things. It is with deep sincerity that I say I am humbled to know you all, and I am a much richer man to have you in my family. Whatever happens tomorrow, and next week, and next month, we do it together. We start a new legacy, the eleven of us here. We combine the best of us all and from those strengths, we become the ancestors that our future children, and their children, and so on, will honor and toast and remember our greatest deeds.”

I sat, buzzing from the alcohol, the pot, and from the way the impromptu speech had come out. I'd wanted to reply to the idea that gods were the cause of tragedies, but I wanted more strongly to convey how much I appreciated the Hahonokoans, and as I got going, the latter aspect flowed forth quite easily.

Gale finished her translation and I was surprised to see Manu's eyes dripping tears. She rushed from her chair and embraced me. She kissed my cheeks as she cried, and I nearly started sobbing myself. It was an overwhelming display from her, and it was hard not to be caught up. She got out, “yes. Yes. I agree. Yes, together. We do this. We start here. Start new. You and we. No! Not you and we. Us. All us. We are one. Thank you. This, I need hear. Yes. This I need know.”

Hona, too, looked quite emotional, and Tok was nodding and grinning ear to ear, speaking softly to Gale. She smiled and kissed him, and I knew we'd just secured our bond as a new family together. Hakee surprised me as well, pulling me to my feet and wrapping her arms around me, her lovely soft breasts pressed into my chest. She hugged me tight, kissed my cheeks, looked at my eyes as if she wanted to tell me something but could not. She ignored the way my cock pushed against her stomach. Hakee kissed my lips once, twice, looked at my cock, then smiled, a tear or two sliding down her cheek as well.

I found out much later from Keekah that the Hahonokoans worried that I felt they were a burden, that I might say to their face that I welcomed them, but instead wished them to depart. They were proud, and rightfully so. They deserved honesty, and when I told them my view of things around the fire that night, the all understood I accepted them as equals, as friends, as family. In that moment, what was two tribes of survivors merged into one, and from that day, the way the Hahonokoans viewed the island, and their relationship with the four of us who were there first, changed for the better.

Tok and Gale retired to their shelter, and Manu shuffled the kids off to hers. Hakee took Hona's hand and led her into the one where Keekah slept. I wondered briefly how they got comfortable since Keekah was taking up most of the mattress and only hard floor was otherwise available.

I sat watching the others depart when Bailey slid onto my lap, my penis once more sliding through her butt crack. She leaned back and smiled at me, kissed my cheek and looked at Amy. Bailey said, “join me in the cabin, you two?”

Amy blushed and smiled and we rose together and soon slipped into the bed. I laid back, suddenly very tired. Bailey noticed but she also saw that my cock had stayed up. She climbed over me and said, “don't worry, I'll be gentle.” I loved her grin as she ran her one hand down my stomach and used her other to pull Amy into her for a kiss.

I watched the girls embrace, beautiful soft breasts pressed together, soft moans coming from their throats. Bailey stroked my cock as she kissed Amy's neck and caressed her ass. Amy let her hands drift to my cock and felt along where Bailey's fingers gripped my length. She stroked my thigh, and when they broke their kiss, Bailey knelt down and took me inside her mouth.

My young wife's hot lips slipped up and down my cock, soaking it, her drool making me slick. Amy watched, unsure where to fit in as my hands found her ass and stroked her soft, thin curves. I pulled the fifteen-year old back and helped her put one leg over my body.

Amy's pussy was in my face for the first time, and I inhaled her young genitals. She was horny, her scent rich with pheromones and desire, pungent and sweet, briny and warm. I pulled her body down, closer, closer, inhaled again, felt myself throb in Bailey's mouth. I felt two hands on my stomach, Bailey's lips and hands around my genitals.

I pulled Amy's hips lower and she sank onto my face. The rich taste of her discharge slid over my tongue as I licked her virgin pussy slowly. Precum squirted from my cock as I tasted her, tasted her, licked up Amy's juices, probed her little vagina with my tongue, my nose nestled against her tight little anus. I inhaled, could smell her sex, her ass, her warm, sweaty flesh. It was intoxicating and I licked her cunt wildly, full of desire and growing tense with arousal.

Amy bucked on my face, her cunt dripping juices into my mouth. I found her clit and sucked it lightly, letting my tongue swish around her womanhood. She bucked again, and I felt her lean forward as she shuddered, Bailey's hand guiding her head to my cock.

Amy took me inside tentatively, unsure what to do. Bailey whispered instructions, “slide down with your lips... like that, yes... like that, now back up to the tip. Use your tongue as you move up and down. He loves it when you drool on him. Suck him, suck him, oh, that's it... suck him” I throbbed as if to acknowledge how right she was, felt Amy move up and down me, sucking lightly. She was only able to take about half of me inside, but it was more than enough. I felt myself suddenly growing warm, tense, knew I wouldn't last much longer. I lapped the fifteen-year old's slick pussy, savored the tastes, loved the way she rocked as I ate her cunt and she sucked my cock. My hips were moving up to meet Amy's lips.

Bailey recognized the signs from me, told her, “he's going to cum. If you don't want it in your mouth, I'll take it.” Amy hesitated, uncertain if she should stop and let Bailey take me instead. Later I thought proudly on that moment because Amy made her decision and sucked me harder, her lips milking my length. I groaned into her pussy, “oh... oh, Amy... oh... cumming...” Her tongue flicked across my dick and I unloaded, sperm gushing from my cock and into Amy's sweet mouth.

I spurted and spurted, overflowed her quickly. She held still after the second shot splashed against her throat, let me finish against her tongue, cum pooling around the head of my penis. I moaned as she sucked the final drops. Bailey said, “oh... god... yes... you let him cum your mouth... so, so hot... swallow it... swallow it...”

Amy pulled off my cock, letting it flop against my thigh. Bailey kissed her as the teen swallowed my cum, sharing drops of my semen in their mouths. The girls moaned, and I again licked Amy's pussy.

She was dripping a creamy discharge onto my tongue, her pussy fiery and slick. She rocked her hips, moaned into Bailey's mouth, and climaxed hard. Her ass jiggled as she rolled on my face, my tongue driven deep into her vagina, my nose pressed hard against her asshole. She shuddered and cried out as she broke the kiss, Bailey's hands running freely to her tits.

Amy collapsed beside us, out of breath, giggling, couldn't stop smiling. Bailey dropped back to my lap, licked up a few drops of semen that had escaped Amy's lips. She took me back in her mouth and cleaned me, had my penis hard again very quickly.

Amy moved up next to me and sank into my side, her hands running over my shoulders, my neck, my chest and stomach. Bailey wanted me inside her and straddled my groin, using her hand to slip me inside her tight pussy.

My little lover was on fire, her cunt clenching and tight, slippery and drooling cream down my shaft, frothing over our pubic hairs. Bailey pounded herself down on my dick, a look of determination on her face. Her nipples were hard and I ran my hands over the thirteen-year old's swollen breasts. Amy reached a hand to Bailey's neck and stroked her, touched her cheek. Bailey took Amy's finger between her lips and sucked it as she rode me.

It didn't take long for my young wife to climax hard on my cock. She cried out as she came, Amy's eyes couldn't look away from the beautiful expression of pleasure that Bailey showed so wonderfully as her body shook and came to rest, my penis throbbing inside her vagina.

Bailey rested only a minute before she grinned and looked at me. “I think you were going to finish what you started earlier, right?”

I smiled, knew just what she wanted.

Bailey raised up, rotated her hips forward a bit. She touched her anus, said, “want to get me ready?”

Amy's look was curious and uncertain as Bailey turned around and settled her crotch down on my face. I lapped at Bailey's pussy a moment, cleaning away the sweet froth on her labia before letting my tongue move higher to swirl around her little puckered hole. I lapped her backdoor, tasting rich, dark flavors. I inhaled the mix of sharp scents and pungent aromas that came from Bailey's crotch, probed her anus with my tongue, pushed saliva inside.

Bailey rode my tongue with her ass for a moment, getting herself slick and ready for penetration. She moved back down, facing away from us, and settled down again. I grabbed my penis and nudged it against her anus. Amy whispered, “in there?”

Bailey just sighed, “mmm-hmmm... yessss...”

She sank down and took my entire length in her butt in one motion. She sucked in her breath, then held still, letting herself get used to the way her anus was pushed open and filled by my cock. I heard Amy whisper, “oh my god...”

Bailey chuckled and started to rise and fall on my dick, letting her tight, tight ass slip up and down my length. She felt so amazing back there, her tiny asshole stretched completely around my shaft, milking it, milking my penis. Her bowels were hot, so hot, and I loved watching her beautiful young ass rise and fall as she panted and grunted.

Amy masturbated freely, her hand vibrating in her crotch rapidly, her face glued on Bailey's tiny asshole slipping up and down my cock.

I smelled Bailey's ass then, the distinctive smell of anal sex hitting my nose. I loved that smell, and felt myself swell inside my lover's butt as I tensed. I looked in time to see Amy's nostrils flare. I couldn't tell if she reacted to the rich aroma of anal that had to be obvious, but within seconds her hips rocked up, her lips parted, and she cried out in orgasm.

I felt cum rushing up my shaft as Bailey pounded down hard. My lover sighed, said, “give it to me, Kal... shoot it back there... shoot it back there... ohh... unnn... unnn...” I spewed my semen, moaning and shaking as I unloaded inside Bailey's little ass. Her butthole was so tight that I had to tense my cock to fire out each squirt of jism. I bellowed as I ejaculated, filling Bailey's thirteen-year old ass, emptying my balls in her rectum.

Bailey slammed down as my cum dribbled, jerked her hand to her clit, and while her ass was impaled on my still-erect penis, holding it tight, she masturbated quickly to another orgasm. I felt her anus clench, clamping down around the base of my cock. She moaned into the night, Amy's hand moving over her butt as she orgasmed. Bailey rolled and shook, breathed heavily as her climax rocked her body.

She was left shaking, fell back over me, my cock slipping halfway out as her back pressed onto my chest. Bailey sighed, “oh... god... yes... god, yes, Kal... oh, Amy... oh...” Amy slid into me, ran her hands over Bailey's breasts, even slipped down a moment to run her hand across Bailey's pussy. I watched as she brought it to her nose and sniffed it before licking the thirteen-year old's pussy juice from her fingers.

We all panted heavily before we caught our breath. Bailey's asshole was tight enough to keep me from slipping out until she shifted forward and said, “I'll be back... need to go clean up.”

Amy said, “I'll go with you.”

They stood and kissed, Amy heading out of the cabin first. Bailey looked back at me and smiled, “Love you so much, Hon.” I almost replied the same when she looked at my cock and said, “can't leave you like that.”

Bailey sunk to her knees, looked at my dick carefully a moment and took me into her mouth. She sucked me gently, cleaning me, mewling her satisfaction as she let me slip from her lips. I pulled her to me, kissed her, tasted the anal sex in her mouth. “I love you Bailey... Goddamn, I love you...”

We kissed long enough that Amy had cleaned and returned. She slipped into bed and snuggled against me as Bailey left. We kissed and I wondered if Amy tasted Bailey's ass in my mouth. If she did and minded, I didn't feel it in her passionate, needful kiss. “I love you, Amy. Thank you for sharing that with me. With us.”

She purred, smiling, her head against my shoulder.

I didn't stay awake long and didn't hear Bailey return. I awoke to the sound of the teens whispering next to me. Amy spoke, “but doesn't it hurt?”

“A little. Sometimes more than other times. But once it's in... mmm... it feels big. Really big... Like I gotta take a big dump... but oh, it feel so good. I love when he cums in me there. Well, I love when he cums in me anywhere.”

“Hmm... I've seen him cum in you a couple of times... should... should I let him cum in me?”

“Maybe... I... see, we're pretty open to stuff, you know? Like, with others... I love you Amy, and Keekah, but... I want to be the first one to give Kal a baby. So far... nothing, I dunno. But... Me and Keekah... we worked it out, you see? He can cum in her butt or in her mouth, but... I want to be the first one to give him a child. I dunno. That's just... that's the rule.”

“Ok, ok... Yeah, I get it... I get it... No, that's cool. Thanks for telling me... will he... will he cum in me if I don't stop him? I don't want to get pregnant... but... assuming there's no condoms...”

“I don't think so. Keekah said he wants to but he always stops himself. I think really wants to cum in her puss again, but he's trying hard to do this for me. He promised me, so... I know he'll keep it.”

“Ok... good... I dunno about my butt, though... That just seems... I dunno, nasty.”

“I guess it is, if you think about it too much, but... seriously... once you get used to it, it feels really good. And the dirty part... you just kinda get used to it... I think he likes it, really. I even cleaned his dick after you left... He loved that.”

“What?!”

“Shhhh...” Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel them looking at me to see if I was awake. I debated letting them know I'd heard them, but I let them go on unaware.

Bailey said, “I know, it sounds gross, but when you love someone... when you're turned on by something... you just do it... I liked it... gross or not, I liked it... Plus, I know he'd do it for me if I asked him.”

“What, to lick your butt after... after he cums in there?”

“Yeah. I've never ask him, I bet he would.”

“Wow.”

Bailey said, “So... what about you... when do you think you want to be fucked?”

“I dunno. Soon, I think. I'm horny just thinking about it. I loved watching Kal fucking you, I think about him being inside me all the time. All the time... is that strange?”

“No, I don't think so. It feels so good, he's such a good lover... well, not that I've had any other men, but Gale told me that she thinks he's a great lover, and she's had a lot of them, so...”

“Ah... good. I mean... he makes me feel great when he licks and touches me, and you seemed to enjoy it...”

“Love it. Love him... I love you, too, Amy.”

I could hear them kissing and their bodies seemed to settle in together. Amy was between us, and I made a show of snoring loudly, stretching and wrapping my arm over her body. She sighed and pushed her ass against me, letting my cock rest in her butt crack. Amy giggled then caught herself, then sighed again, letting out her breath.

I felt Bailey roll into her and throw her arm over Amy's waist, resting against my stomach, and her leg over Amy's thigh, resting against mine. Together, we formed a comfortable, sensual pile of warm flesh and sleepy heads. I probably drifted off first because I don't remember hearing either snoring that night.