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, 15

	- 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

Bailey and I rose before dawn, left Amy and Keekah to sleep in the dark hour before first light. We drank water and moved off to the East where I urinated while Bailey voided her bowels. The wind was calm, the surf likewise. The clear sky was dotted with twinkling stars, and I pointed out two planets bright and beautiful against the dark universe beyond.

Bailey wiped herself and we moved back West to bathe and wake up. We talked quietly of the day ahead, what we hoped to find on the North ridge. I mentioned again my hope to locate a stone for Keekah's fifteenth birthday, wondered if anything like the settlements to the West would be found there.

Bailey's body moved with mine in the water, her little butt snuggled against my groin, my arms around her, caressing her breasts and rubbing her belly. Thoughts of our child ran through my head, all the worries and excitement still fresh in my mind. My hand drifted lower, found Bailey's clit, stroked her into a panting relaxation as she melted into my arms.

We walked up onto the sand and she bent over, offering my her sex. Dick in hand, I nudged against her labia, spit in my palm and rubbed it along my length, sank into her young body easily. Bailey's tight channel gripped me, soon becoming very slick and welcoming my thrusts. Her hands rested on her knees as I fucked her, her butt soft and firm, absorbing my penetrating movements.

All too soon I was erupting in my young wife's pregnant pussy, filling her with my cream. She tensed as I came in her, my semen splashing, finding its way deep into Bailey's body, my seed already set into a growing bundle of cells in her womb.

I reached under Bailey, found her clit, and with my cock still throbbing small drops of cum inside her vagina, I quickly brought the thirteen-year old to a pleasurable orgasm.

We dropped back into the water to clean up then got the camp ready for the day. Tok and Gale stirred first, joining us at the fire a moment for tea and banana-fruits before moving down to the shore to urinate and wash.

Bailey packed up one bag with water, dried fruits and meats, her notebook, and an empty bag, while I filled another with more water, tools, and a small bottle of rum. I took along a joint and a lighter as well. We planned to be back long before sunset, but just in case, I packed a small blanket and picked a large bundle of yellow leaves in the event we didn't find any close to the North ridge.

The others had joined us around the fire by the time Bailey and I were ready to depart. Everyone but the two of us, Tok, and Gale were headed West to gather fruit. Hakee planned to smoke some of the pears and set up the gear to be ready for her return. The clear, cool skies promised fair weather and Bailey and I donned thick clothes and set off soon thereafter to the West toward the stream.

We made the trickling water and headed inside the trees, our chewed leaves providing us cover from the swarms which met us briefly before parting and allowing us through. We passed the traps set beside the stream, nothing caught, but we heard rustling that suggested Hakee might retrieve something fit for the spit later that day.

We gained the low ridge and took Keekah's suggestion to turn East rather than West. The well-trodden path to the West side of the North ridge and the garden beyond was behind us. Keekah described a small cut in the high ridge further East that would allow us to climb to that part of the island.

Bailey spotted the cut first, and it took just a few moments to wind back and forth the zig-zag pass to gain the high ridge. The trees were too thick to see water or the lower parts of the island to the South, but we could make out a dull roar of waves all around us.

We paused a moment and drank water, munched on dried beef. The path, if it was such a thing, ended quickly, just a small area of clearing around where the climbable cut ended. I pulled out the machete and hacked our way to the North. We were beyond Keekah's old cave, in the area where she had previously mentioned seeing a possible larger one. It wasn't obvious that the ridge contained anything beyond the dense vines and trees, but we slowly cut our way North and then East, Bailey taking notes and mapping our path.

It was a surprise to find the large stone ring set into a circle of six very tall, thick trees. The stones, Bailey said, were laid out like the ones to the West, and suggested another structure had been placed there. We could hear running water nearby, though at first could not see it.

While Bailey used a small spade to dig around the tree-lined stone circle, I explored the area, soon hacked away enough of the thick vines to find a small stream running West to East past the location. I suspected it was fed by the lake a mile or so to the West, though given the spring-fed nature of the fresh water on the island, I couldn't rule out that as a possible source.

“Hey Kal, check this out.”

I returned to the circle to find Bailey's hands pulling something from the rich dirt. She'd dug several holes around the area, and in her hands I saw something several inches long and covered with dirt.

Bailey wiped away the soil to reveal a beautiful stone in the shape of a phallus. She laughed and handed it to me. I was forced to smile. Amongst the ruins of some older settlement, Bailey had discovered that a 'man' might have been a more universal concept with islanders than we realized.

It was perfect. Already smooth, glittering with veins of gold and green against the coppery-brown body. The 'head' was only barely carved, just a small ridge to demark its position, but the stone clearly resembled Hakee's model, and I knew then we'd found, at last, Keekah's 'man' for her birthday.

“Great find!”

“Thanks! So cool. I found a pocket of arrowheads over there, check them out.”

She handed me the stones, some still very sharp and clearly designed to take down anything they penetrated. She'd recovered over a dozen already, and resumed her digging. Bailey wanted to see what other secrets the old site might hold, and I suggested she keep at it while I explored my way to the East and North.

I left Bailey there, following the small trickling stream to the East. It took a fairly straight path and before long was falling away over the edge of the ridge and onto the rocks lining the surf below. I stood at the edge, holding on to the many trees that clung to life there, looking out at the water.

Perspective is always important. From the beach, from the camp, the ocean that surrounded us and provided most of our sustenance was flat, or mostly so. It lacked visual depth when seen close up. But from the ridge, towering above the surf, the ocean took on a roundness, a distance that wasn't seen otherwise.

It was beautiful, the early midday sun sparkling off the endless waves. Months before, seeing the island so isolated in the middle of the infinite water surrounding it would have made me uneasy, sad. Instead, standing along the ridgeline and looking off to where the Earth curled around and away from my view, I felt a peace that I recognized so well. The island really was home, and seeing it from on high made me appreciate once again the bounty of all sorts we'd found there.

I knew Bailey would be expecting me back before too long, so I cut my way to the North, keeping the ridge to my right as I found the going easier the further I went. The vines cleared out and below my feet I felt the soil become sandy once more.

I stepped out of the trees into a large clearing, the sounds of waves just beyond where a shoulder-high section of large rocks rested. The boulders gave the appearance of infinite age, wizened stones that had weathered the toughest storms and never shrugged. I felt compelled to climb them. It took just a moment to move up to the top where I found two large, flat stones that were easily fifty feet across. It made a perfect perch at the edge of the world, and I sat down to gaze out a while at the beautiful blue waves.

“Got room for one more?” Bailey had followed me after finishing her digging and climbed up to join me. “There's a path around to the right that may go some place. Check it out in a minute?”

I agreed and together, we sat together quietly for a bit. Bailey said softly, “we really are lucky, aren't we.”

It wasn't really a question, but I answered her, saying, “yes. Isn't this beautiful? To look out at this, all this. So pretty, breathtaking.”

Bailey was already jotting notes in her journal, drawing a quick sketch of the boulders and our view. She looked around, said, “this must be the high point of the island. Back that way, I can just make out the shack.”

I shielded my eyes and stared back across the island. Three miles or so to our West I could barely see a small grey rectangle shape that looked more like a faulty spot in my vision than the shack Gale had lived in for years before our arrival. I could see the edge of the lake where the island curved inward a bit, the edge of it just visible through a break in the trees. I couldn't see the garden, but I knew about where it was. Bailey drew a quick map with the shack and the lake and our boulder plateau clearly marked.

We used some of our water and a cloth to clean our hands before sharing a meal of the rations we'd brought. It was a lovely day, still clear, the wind a bit stronger on the ridge, but not overpowering. Bailey snuggled against me, the air cool but not cold. Her hand pressed between my legs after we ate, and she was soon stroking me through my pants.

I pulled them down, exposed my penis to her grasp. She smiled and took me into her mouth. I laid back, let the thirteen-year old suck me to life, soon swelling between her lips as she hummed, bobbing her head, taking me deep into her throat.

I moved her body around, her face still over my cock, and pulled off her slacks. I smelled the warm aroma of Bailey's sex, her sweat and arousal building throughout the day, the musky scents of her juices filling my nostrils as I pulled her hips down to my face in a 69.

I licked Bailey's hairy crotch as she sucked my dick, melted into the moment as she shuddered over me. It didn't take long to bring her to orgasm, her slickness running freely from her vagina as she came. She paused just a moment to moan out into the open breeze as her orgasm peaked before she took me between her lips again.

I groaned as she sucked, felt myself stiffen, tense. I buried my tongue in the thirteen-year old's pregnant pussy, licked up her pungent juices, and filled her mouth with my seed.

Bailey slurped as I orgasmed, allowed me to finish against her tongue, swallowing my semen and slowly cleaning my flesh. She rested her head against my pulsing penis a while, her crotch settled onto my face as I lazily lapped her sex.

The afternoon was shifting toward the second half of the day, and regretfully we roused and I tucked my satisfied cock back in my pants as Bailey pulled hers on and vanished her wonderful young flesh within.

We took a moment to stare out around us again, the highest point on the island had views we had nowhere else. We climbed down and before we moved West toward the lake, we checked the path Bailey had spotted. It ran down over the East side of the cliff, in a small depression that tilted back into the island, away from the dropoff. We eased down it slowly as it rounded the rocks at the top.

The path felt stable, just three feet wide in most places, but we were careful to test each step along the way. The path rounded again as it ran lower, the rocks replaced with vine-covered, rocky soil as it turned toward the West and back along the cliff face.

Until we were in front of it, we didn't know the path ended in a large cave. The mouth was small, no more than three feet across, but there was enough sunlight to see the opening became cavernous quickly. We pulled ourselves in and let our eyes adjust. The cave was easily fifty feet across. We couldn't see all the way back, and without a flashlight, ventured only a couple of feet inside. An interesting find, and as we made our way back to the top of the ridge and headed toward the lake, we talked about who or what might have called the cave 'home.'

We found little of interest through that area. No berries, no other edibles. We spotted fat birds that looked like doves, but they cooed and scattered before we gained on their position. The ground coverage was more sparse in that area, making our travel to the lake fairly quick.

We refilled our water and took long swallows before moving back to the South, soon finding the rockfall and climbing down. We followed the known path back to the East before finding the main stream and before early evening we emerged onto our familiar beach and made our way back to camp.

The gathering party had returned from two trips to the West, bringing back huge sacks of berries and pears and a few more artifacts from the abandoned settlement there.

The teens chatted excitedly, comparing notes. I kept the stone phallus to myself, wishing it to be a surprise for Keekah. When the three teens joined Hakee, Mie, and Poln in the surf before supper, I pulled Manu aside, showing her the stone.

She gasped, clapped her hands, kissed my cheek, said, “Yes! This perfect! Yes! Keekah be happy. This beautiful!” She kissed my cheek again and stashed the stone inside her shelter. Keekah's birthday was only a couple of days off, and I knew it made Manu very happy to be able to present the 'man' to Keekah on that landmark occasion.

Hakee already had berries and pears smoking over the fire. I didn't believe I'd ever had smoked fruit before, but I was certainly willing to try them. I snatched a red berry from over the heat, let it cool in my hand a moment before tossing it into my mouth. The warm fruit exploded in sweet and smoky flavors, the combination so good I soon snagged another before pulling out the joint and firing it up, then passing it to Tok.

He and Gale had fished and crabbed, had another stew boiling over the fire. The smells in our camp were often over-washed with brine and the unique scents of sea air. But when food was being prepared, settling around the fire brought the senses alive, filling noses with the appetizing appeals of roasting meat or bubbling juices. The crab and fish stew featured some of the dried corn which had been soaked overnight, big chunks of the pears, hunks of dried stalks of some sort, and handfuls of fresh wild onions that made it look very green as it boiled.

All the campers, myself included, were becoming more comfortable living together. We shared jokes and many smiles. The previous days of tension caused by my brief intimate relationship with Hakee had melted away, and it felt nice to get high with everyone and enjoy a relaxing evening together.

Tok and Gale were feeling amorous, her hand regularly reaching over to stroke him, his long dark cock rising with each movement. Gale shot me a quick smile before lowering her head to suck him. We all watched, even Mie and Poln. I saw the boy touch himself a moment before moving my eyes, being surprised to see Mie's hands between her own legs, moving her fingers lightly along her hairless sex. Despite her first menstruations, her body showed no signs of the maturity in her breasts or betwee her thighs.

Hakee masturbated freely as Gale stood and slid down onto Tok's cock, the woman gasping as she took him inside. Amy sat in my lap, whispered to me, “that's so hot...” before holding my cock and slipping me into her pussy. She leaned back against me, spread her legs, said quietly, “cum in me again, Kal. I love when you came in me a couple of nights ago... please...”

My cock was swelling as she rode, Gale's body moving up and down Tok's cock. Bailey was between Keekah's legs, licking the brown-skinned girl's hairy snatch. Hakee's eyes darted from copulating couple to copulating couple, over to where her sister got head from my thirteen-year old wife. It was the first time we'd really had sex as a group, but I strongly suspected it would not be the last.

Tok cried out and his cum boiled into Gale's cunt, overflowing her channel. I could easily see his creamy sperm sliding down his shaft where it was buried in her vagina, coating his pubes and streaking over his balls. Gale was shuddering, may have orgasmed as he exploded inside.

Hakee came, thrusting up against her diddling fingers, soaking her hand in juices before bringing them to her face and licking them clean. Keekah's orgasm was as loud as usual, Bailey's smile coated in our lover's sweet, rich cream.

Only Manu, Hona, and the children were not fully participating in some way. Mie's hand still moved slowly between her legs, but she seemed more to be exploring small touches of her sex rather than actively masturbating. Poln stroked his cock at times, others, just watched, mouth open, unsure which sensual moment to watch next.

Amy climaxed on me, her tight young pussy spasming around my length. I groaned as she came, loved feeling the fifteen-year old release with me deep inside her. I felt my balls draw up, and I whispered into her ear, “cumming in you, Amy... ohhh... ooohhh... uuuuuuuhhh... ooohhh...” Cum boiled out of my cock as she rode me to orgasm. I spurted what little sperm I had left for the day between her labia, into her wet, tender vagina. She moaned as I filled her, slowed her movements, rested with my pulsing cock in her tight, young hole.

Bailey kissed Amy and pulled her up slowly, running her fingers between Amy's legs and tasted my semen which dripped out of the teen's vagina. Bailey grabbed my dick, my cum and Amy's coating her fingers. She turned, and before I could deflate completely, she mounted herself and rode me quickly to her own orgasm, streaks of my cum and Amy's pussy juices mixing with the thirteen-year old's to froth onto her labia and coat my shaft.

Soft sounds of pleasure and sleepiness continued for a while before we began to rise and put the camp to bed. It was with weary arms that I wrapped myself around my lovers that night, each settling in to get some sleep and enjoy a moment of sweet tenderness together.