Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

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

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 5'3, 115lbs, 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

	- 5'4, 130lbs, 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

Our chewed leaves had nearly worn off by the time Hona, Gale, and I reached the camp. The swarming bugs had started landing briefly on our skin before skittering off. We shed our clothes and relaxed in the surf. The only others in sight were Tok and Mie, both of them sitting, fishing poles in hand.

I noticed then that the fire was roaring, surrounded densely by Hakee's smoking racks. Tok waved to us as we cooled just off to the East of his spot. Mie watched us a moment before she had a bite and turned her attention to her pole.

Tok was a presence I realized I had longed for, another adult man, even if I couldn't talk to him. Don't get me wrong, I loved being surrounded by so many females. Willing and beautiful females. But I craved the sort of bond of friendship and understanding that I'd enjoyed with my male friends in San Diego and over the world.

I considered the conversation I'd had with Gale previously about bisexuality. I tried to measure if I had any attraction at all for Tok. I knew that if I had to ask the question, it probably wasn't a strong amount. I looked at him, seated and relaxed, naked, his long, brown penis resting between his thighs, his hairy nuts nestled below. I tried to imagine what he would feel and taste like in my mouth, what it might feel like to slide into his mouth.

I didn't feel anything. Not repulsion, but not arousal either. Oh, it turned me on in general to think about the sexual contact, but I didn't find myself wanting to the explore that concept the way I had always done with women. I acknowledge that, in the moment, I might experiment if he was willing, but that was a base curiosity for sexual pleasure, not a physical attraction to him.

And so I answered silently the question for myself, choosing not to really label myself as straight, or slightly bi, neither quite fit. However, my arousal ran almost exclusively toward females.

I laughed to myself, such a stray set of thoughts, but not one that surprised me here, where Tok's cock and Mie's immature pussy both were available for my eyes and my imagination.

On the walk back to camp, Gale had told me about the night before. Tok was horny, and though he wasn't able to get on his knees or stand comfortably, Gale rode him hard, letting him cum in her pussy and her ass. She said he'd had the most satisfied grin she'd ever seen when she climbed off him and cleaned off his cock. Really sounded like she was enjoying her relationship with the man.

I smiled at the thought and slipped out the water just as Bailey and Amy returned to camp. Amy had a bulging burlap sack slung over her shoulder, and Bailey carried one in a bear hug. I greeted them as they dumped the sacks next a shelter and we shared kisses as they told me about their day.

The teens munched on dried radishes and banana-fruits as they described the mountains of mushrooms they'd found. They had filled their sacks quickly with the two edible varieties Gale and Manu had described. Amy showed me a broad, brown cap fungus with a short stalk, and another that was grey and tan, short and knobby.

They set off to clean them and I started a pot over the fire. The smell of the smoking fish was fantastic, and I pulled a small one off to cool for myself while I worked. Gale came over, carrying a bucket of big snails. She proclaimed that some of them were finally big enough to harvest, and so we set about making a pot of mushrooms and snails and wild onions when the girls brought back their treasures.

They set aside a few mushrooms to eat over the coming days, and the rest were to be dried. Manu and Poln returned with sacks of purple nuts, said that it was probably the last we'd have for a few months as the long season was ending. They also collected a large bag of onions and stored everything before joining us for cups of water.

Hakee had taken over Keekah's traps since the girl's injury, and had skinned nine or ten hares and a prepared a few piglets as well. The meat had been dried and packed in salt. The seventeen-year old returned to the fire carrying two small hares and a fat pig that had already been cleaned. She checked the fish and pulled out the ones she deemed ready, making room for a spit.

Tok and Mie finished up their fishing and while he cleaned the catch, Mie joined Poln to play with another lizard. Amy and Bailey joined Manu and Hakee washing in the surf while I sat untangling a long section of fishing line that had blown in and caught in the trees. As I slowly worked out the knots, I thought about the concept of garbage, of disposable things.

On the island we threw away nothing we could reuse. Scraps of fabric and wood, old containers, scavenged fishing line. It all had a use. We'd even started a midden as we disposed of our shells, thinking we may have a use one day for them, but which mostly just attracted birds and bugs down the beach to the East.

Nothing was wasted, and therefore, everything had some value. Sometimes it was obvious, like the bits of wood that might become tinder, or pieces of fabric that became patches. I cringed every time we lost a fish hook. We still had a strong supply of tackle, thanks in part to the big box that Tok had brought, but we may never have another resupply, and so we tried to keep everything in good shape.

So we polished things, cleaned them after use, sanded, sewed, and stored them carefully. We untangled found fishing line and stashed it somewhere appropriate for a future use.

I remembered the trees the Hahonokoans had brought on their boat. Thirty-eight trees of various sizes and types were laid out in the tree line, still ok despite the days which had passed since they arrived. I knew it would be a tremendous effort to try to take them up the ridge, and I wondered if there were other options close by.

Everyone crowded around the fire for the evening meal of snails, mushrooms, smoked fish, and onions. Hare and pig roasted slowly and would make fine meals throughout the next day. Every time we ate some new combination of our basic local fair, I felt like we were consuming a feast. We had so much to choose from on the island, and with the right heat, it didn't take much to have our stomachs rumbling as it cooked. The snails and mushrooms were a new treat for us, and no one turned down seconds when there was more to consume.

I fired a joint and asked about the trees. Hona spoke through Gale. “We brought a lot of them hoping we could start tree gardens when we settled. I... I don't know where we will put them. The tree-line here is dense and in the woods, not easily cleared without a lot of work and a lot of time. They'll die before we can clear enough room, many of them at least.”

Hakee spoke up, again through Gale, “There's a place I found a few days before. East of the Swamp, behind where they picked mushrooms. Few trees around, softer soil, but maybe ok. I would like to look tomorrow and take Hona with me.”

Tok and I both nodded and Gale agreed it sounded like a good idea. Hona said, “we brought with us... uh...” Gale struggled with the names of the trees. “I dunno how to translate these. Oh, chestnuts for that one, I think... um... almonds, maybe? 'King tree', dunno what that is... Canarium... I seem to remember those from somewhere... Gold apple... Breadfruit... uh... um... Sorry, she's lost me. Sorry...”

Regardless, Hona rattled off a dozen or more types that they'd brought with them, all with useful nutritious value of some sort. Hona said she'd been keeping the root bundles soaked as needed to prevent drying out, thought they were all still ok.

We passed the joint and finished our meals. The snails were tender and delicious mixed with the mushrooms and onions, and Gale said we'd have more of them available in the coming weeks as the population continued to mature. Hakee wanted to start a couple of more snail farm areas to the West she loved them so much, and Gale agreed to help her get them going soon.

It was the first time since our terrible journey on the boat that it felt like things were returning to some normalcy for me. I felt good, the camp was running smoothly, and even Keekah had managed to get up and shuffle around a bit with some help. Tok's knee was still tender and sore, and he couldn't put weight on it yet, but he had been determined to contribute and the fish he'd pulled in that day was beyond enough to dry and smoke and eat the next day and the days to come.

Bailey and I walked down to the surf after cleaning up the fire, snuggled together as we let the surf wash over us. I told her about Hona and Gale, and how I'd fucked the short, round woman and enjoyed her body. Bailey knew I was excited to have been with her, and she slowly stroked my dick as I described the encounter. She had one of her own to tell me about.

“When you left the cabin this morning... Amy and I played... She's so soft... She went down on me finally, and it felt so great... I told her where to lick, how to touch me, was like I was teaching her just how to eat my puss. Mmmm...” It was my turn to fondle and I had fingers circling her clit as she described it. “Her tongue is kinda small, but she was focused when she licked me. She made me cum twice pretty quick. God, Kal... mmmm... tasting my puss in her mouth...”

Her body was twisting in the water as my fingers found her labia and stroked her submerged sex. “She... she wants you, too... maybe tomorrow, soon... she's excited, nervous... she asked... she asked if it could just be her and you... the first time... and I told her yes. I'd like that for her... Kal, why am I not jealous? Everything I knew before... before Keekah and Gale... before Amy, screams at me to be jealous... but I'm just really happy thinking that you'll enjoy it, that she'll be so lucky to have you as her first like that...”

“What's the opposite of jealousy?”

She pursed her lip and replied, “I didn't know there was an opposite.”

I said, “well... in polyamory, there's a term for it called 'compersion.' Instead of feeling left out, angry, envious, jealous that someone you love is with someone other than you, you feel happy, you want to share how good you feel with someone with another. Compersion is the opposite of jealousy.”

“Compersion... Ok, now I know what I feel. I guess I understand all this better after Amy... I mean, with Keekah... we were still new together, new to the island, and she... she was different, I guess, so I didn't think about it too much. Now, Amy... she's more like us from the beginning. American. Speaks English. I guess... at first... she felt like a threat, kinda... a little, anyway... but as we've talked and I've gotten close to her... she's not a threat, she's a just a piece that makes us whole, together... That's what I feel, anyway. Compersion... yeah.”

“Aye... Sometimes it can be tough to work through jealousy, but it helps a lot if you can see the benefits, realize it doesn't reduce the love for you to share someone, though, of course, it means it might reduce the time, the attention you get. We'll keep working on that, Kitten, and I know how hard it might be sometimes to see that for what it is. But... she's worth it, don't you think? Keekah, too, but she's already too deep in our lives to worry about. We worked that out long ago. Gale too...”

“Yeah, for sure. She's worth it. I love her, really. And she tastes so sweet... Her mom's Japanese, don't know if you knew that.”

I shook my head, “no... no I didn't. I knew she had Asian features, didn't ask about her parents.”

“She told me they met at a religious retreat in Japan. Her father and her mom, I mean. He's from New York. Amy has a sister and a brother that are much older, she hadn't seen either in many years since the missionary trips started. She misses them, hopes they are ok.”

“We both can understand that, can't we? I sometimes wonder... what's going on out there... Strange to think that surviving and washing up here may have saved our lives from the rest of the horror, really. Strange to think...”

“Yeah... so... Hona felt good, huh? I thought you just had a think for us thin babes...”

I laughed, “yeah, she felt great. I mean, I'm not a perfect fit with her the way I am with you and Keekah. She needs someone with a longer cock like Tok to really get in there and get her going, but she enjoyed it, and so did I... I... For a moment, I almost came in her pussy... but... I still honor that promise I made you, Bailey. I know that referred then to Keekah, but I kept it for Hona, too... I came in Gale... she's not had her period in years and I knew that was ok, but...”

“You wanted to, didn't you? Wanted to shoot in Hona?”

“Of course. I love the feeling, but... I want yours to be my first child, too. It just feels like that's right for us. The first should be yours. I promise you I won't cum in Amy, either until that day... though, it will be even harder I'm sure with her...”

“She doesn't want to get pregnant, Kal. Please...”

“I know, I won't, Sweetie. I won't. I mean... there's always the risk anyway. You can get pregnant from small amounts of semen that comes out during sex, but the risk is low. Still there, though. I won't cum in her, but I'll definitely cum in you. Over and over... Do... Do you want a baby, Bailey?”

She turned and leaned into me, letting my penis rest in her ass crack a moment before speaking. “Yes. Yes... I feel so grown up now. Back home... well, back where we're from... I'd just be another kid, a couple of years from high school... Here... I'm a woman. Have to be. And... I guess I look at Manu and the way she chases after Mie and looks in on Keekah. Even the way she cares for her nephew, and I want that... at some point. If it happens, Kal... I'll be very happy to have your child. So... yes... Yes, I want to be a mother...”

I kissed her neck, “every time I cum in you now, Sweetie, I'm going to think about that... think that my seed might find your egg and start our child in your belly.”

“I think about it already. Every time you cum in me... I wonder if that will be the one... I always feel mixed about that... well, until recently. Now, like the last time you came in me... I hope it is the one that will get me pregnant...”

My cock was throbbing between her butt cheeks. I whispered, “wanna go try to make a baby, and see if Amy would like to join us?”

“Oh... yes... let's.”

She took my hand and we bid the others goodnight as we climbed into the cabin. Amy was on the bed, masturbating when we came up, and jumped when she saw us. She laughed, then, and relaxed, her legs splayed open, her fingers and pussy wet and glistening.

Bailey dropped down immediately, bent over Amy's pussy, and dove in, her tongue cleaning away the fluids making the fifteen-year old slick. I saw Amy's head drop back and her eyes closed, mouth open in a pant as she sighed and shivered at Bailey's touch.

I knelt down behind the thirteen-year old. My young woman. Bailey was right, she was a woman now, and as I inhaled her feminine aroma, I noted the rich, mature tones her sex had recently given off. Her genitals had matured, and having been menstruating and having sex for several months, her body had responded by delivering scents that had me lapping at her with lust and desire.

Bailey moaned into Amy's crotch, the fifteen-year old shuddering into a climax as my penis found Bailey's tight young vagina. I pushed in and sank into the lovely slick channel, my wife's head buried in Amy's privates. I fucked her steadily, thoughts of pregnancy in my mind.

It drove me quickly to orgasm when I imagined that I might be able to get Bailey pregnant. I cried out and ejaculated inside her clenching vagina. Over and over I shot my seed, willing it to burst through her cervix and into her womb. It was a powerful orgasm and Bailey's hand on her own clit soon had her cunt spasming and climaxing around me. Her head raised as she came, Amy's eyes on her face, watching the way she tossed and moaned.

I stayed hard and kept fucking her through her climax, churning my load of sperm in her vagina. Amy watched me, an aroused softness on her lovely face. Her cheeks were flushed as Bailey licked her again. The thirteen-year old raised Amy's legs, rolled her hips back, and I was pretty sure the teen was lapping Amy's asshole with long strokes up and down her crotch.

The knowledge that Bailey had tasted her there, enjoyed licking the girl's tight, puckered back door, brought a fiery burn to my groin. I started to hump Bailey harder, Amy's body writhing in release around my lover's head. I looked down at Bailey's ass, loved the way it had developed a heart-shape, pulled out a moment and licked her asshole.

Bailey cried out as my tongue slid into her ass while my finger found her clit. She bucked hard down and back, my tongue probing her tightest hole, her body on the edge of a climax. I rose and pushed my penis back into her vagina, my fingers still twirling her clit. Bailey exploded, moaning loudly, crying out in release and attacking Amy's crotch again as I pounded her pussy.

My burn continued as I once more felt the thrill of trying to get Bailey pregnant. I pounded her harder, harder, slammed myself in and out of her hole as it loosened just a bit and sloshed messily around my shaft. Her tight pink labia were swollen, raw, frothed with my cum and her own.

I swelled in her body, swelled and burned inside her pussy. Cum boiled out the tip as it pressed against her cervix. I bellowed my pleasure, tried to hold my cock deep in her body, tried to squirt my sperm into her womb once more. I shot my load and held still as Bailey's head dropped down and rested on Amy's thighs.

The smell of sex was all around us. Wet pussy, warm sperm, sweaty, aroused flesh. It was an intoxicating aroma that I inhaled deeply as I caught my breath and finally pulled out. Bailey slapped her thighs together and slid to the bed, drew her knees to her and held her legs clenched, her sloppy, cummy cunt held up for view. I knew she was trying to keep my sperm inside her, and it thrilled me to know she wanted to have my child.

I slid in next to Amy and kissed her. She took my messy cock in her hand a moment as it drooled and shrank, then leaned down, taking me in her mouth. She sucked me a moment but I was too spent to get hard again. She backed off after a few moments and laid back as Bailey wrapped an arm over her. Amy and I kissed again and snuggled, the fifteen-year old's warm body pressed between us.

Bailey was asleep first, started a moment, then turned over, pushing her ass against Amy's side. I saw Amy's eyes looking at me and I kissed her nose, whispered, “what are you thinking?”

“That Bailey is trying to get pregnant. She told me earlier that she'd decided she want to. She's so young...”

“I know... Not young here, though. She's a woman here. You are too. Not that means she has to be pregnant, but she... she wants it now. And... I'm excited to think it might happen. I've always wanted a child or two...”

“A woman. Hmmm... I guess I get it. There's not much to do but be an adult here, is there? I guess I never thought of it that way... Kal... I want you inside me... maybe tomorrow? I'm ready. I know it... I can't stop thinking about it... and after all this...” She shuddered, kissed my lips, “I'm ready.”

“Tomorrow. Just you and me. I'd love that, Amy. I'd love that. I can't wait.”

“Don't cum in me, ok? Promise you won't... Unlike Bailey... I'm not ready for to get pregnant... ok?”

“I promise. I'll want to... but I promise I won't... I promised Bailey the same, so she knows. Only when you want that, and... only after Bailey is with child...”

“Thank you... ok... that makes me feel really ready... I mean... I want to feel that... really, I'd love to feel you shoot in me... but... there's no birth control pills, by chance?” I smiled and shook my head. She whispered, “yeah, I want to feel it, but too much risk...”

“I know, and I'll respect that... so... where do you want me to shoot it... you know... when I do cum...?”

Amy smiled, “anywhere... anywhere...”

“Ok” I held her a while longer and knew my penis was slick and pressed against her pale skin as she relaxed and drifted in my arms.