Shipwrecked - Chapter 60: Mimics (Mf bg ped masturbation creampie voyeurism exhibitionism)

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Chapter 60: Mimics

The entire camp was up well before dawn, a chorus of cackles echoing along the shore. Hundreds of pelicans had gathered in both directions, some floating to the East, others to the west, riding the rising currents of air that afforded them their lift. Even in the darkness, it was clear that the large shore birds had collected en masse.

A few strolled around us as Gale roused the fire and Hakee added water to the remains of the stew that had stayed warm in the coals overnight. After morning baths and ablutions, we gathered as a family for breakfast and planned out our day.

Hona, Hakee, and Manu were returning to the Tree garden. It had been a couple of days and they wanted to check the progress. Tok's knee was feeling much better, and as his strength returned, his use of the cane was reduced to early mornings and late evenings. He wanted to gather firewood, a task we'd let slip a couple of days due to the abundance of felled trees we'd cut up and brought back from the cleared area to the Northeast. Gale, Amy, and Bailey would join him.

When I offered to go as well, Tok waved me away, suggested I spend the day fishing and catching up on my journal. I've mentioned before that I kept my thoughts, my experiences in a large notebook, much the way that Gale chronicled her own in another. It had been a few days since I had updated it, I'd gotten a bit lazy about it. Tok insisted it was important, and he urged me, through Gale, to catch it up.

I agreed and as the parties departed, I was left sitting next to Keekah on the beach with Mie and Poln sitting nearby. The ten- and eleven-year olds were crabbing, almost immediately pulling two spiny beauties from the water. They moved down to the West a bit when they got no more bites, and laughed together at a joke I couldn't understand. Pelicans parted to let them through, then reclosed around them quickly, eyeing their strings.

I leaned against Keekah, fishing poles idle in my hands and hers. I whispered, “I love you, Keekah. How's the ankle?”

“Ok. I cannot put on weight... um... put... put weight on leg for weeks. But, no pain. No more pills that make me sleepy. Just want to walk again. Crutches getting old.”

“Yeah, I know. Wish I could help you. Oh, there we go.” A hard snap of my pole signaled an enthusiastic bite, and I set the hook quickly, letting my line run out. I stepped over Keekah as the unknown creature on the end of my line ran hard to the East. The drag ran so long I worried about the amount of line left on the reel.

I managed to slow it, apply some pressure when it stopped pulling so hard. It was a long fight, involving several long pulls on the drag before I inched the line back in. For more than half an hour, I did little more than hung on, my arms getting very tired. Mie and Poln had stopped their crabbing and were watching me toward the end as I got the catch closer to the beach.

As it got within a few feet, I saw that it was a dusty-brown shark. The jawline and fins gave it away immediately, the sleek body of a focused hunter marked it as one of the top predators in our island waters.

It was the biggest fish we'd landed yet, looked like the sandbar sharks I'd seen off the coast of Florida, and it took all my efforts to get it onto the beach and to the edge of the wash. I was cautious around the shark. Though it appeared at the end of its endurance, I knew it could fire back at me at any moment, razor-sharp teeth easily capable of doing serious damage, or killing me. I sent Mie off to grab ropes, and soon had the shark tied up.

It took long moments just to get it out of the lapping surf. It was heavy, easily four feet in length, probably over a hundred pounds. It moved in small jerks for a few moments, but was mostly still. I'd never cleaned a shark before, was unsure where to start. Tok returned with an armload of wood and I took him down to the waterline.

He let out a hearty laugh and slapped my back, shook my hand, smiled, said through Keekah, “this will be a feast, Tok say. He will clean. Keep fishing, your luck will hold.”

I grinned and thanked him, doubted silently the concept of luck, but felt quite proud to have landed such a prize. I was thankful I'd used the heaviest of the sea poles that morning, the heavier-gauge line was pushed to its limits but held strong. The filaments of the other poles would never have survived.

Tok set into cleaning the shark, clubbing it to ensure it was dead, then cutting off the head and tail and letting the blood run into the surf. When I asked him, through Keekah, why he didn't save it, he said, “Not good. Shark blood not good. Smell like pee, taste worse. Only if starving, and only then because your mind lost and desperate and dreaming of young women and wine.”

Pelicans eyed Tok and the shark carefully, the scent of fresh blood seemed to drive them some distance away. The ammonia smell that came from the carcass may have had something to do with it.

I watched his technique, and after my years of fishing experience, knew I was watching a master at the craft. Tok's movements were precise, well-practiced. He slipped from side to side easily, gutted it, removed organs and let the carcass drain of fluids.Tok removed the skin, and cut into the meat, producing big chunks of shark steaks ready to grill.

He collected everything in buckets and soon had all the edible parts, including a large scoop of fresh roe, moved to the fire where he immediately set them to cooking.

I caught several more of the usual green and silver fish, and a few of the smaller sardine-like ones that we enjoyed smoked and salted. Mie and Poln continued to pull in crabs all morning, and Keekah helped clean them before we took a break to eat lunch.

The crew from the tree garden returned in time to join us. The results were mixed. One tree was clearly not going to make it, and two more were not far behind. Some looked to have been in shock and looked weak, but not yet to the point of needing life support. Most of the rest still looked fine, not much change since we'd put them into the soil a few days before.

All told, though, it was encouraging. I'd feared the loss of half or more, but so far, only three were showing signs of being on the verge of loss.

We ate all the shark steaks we could. Tok told us that the meat would not keep long nor would it dry very easily, so we devoured big, juicy chunks of the fresh shark before we sank satisfied and full into our chairs. Tok cut up the rest of the meat into smaller pieces and filled two pots with it before adding water, salt, and a few grains of different spices for the evening stew.

Hona, Manu, Hakee, Amy, and Gale set out to fill our water and see if they could locate more of the wild onions. We had picked the area around the camp almost bare of the delicious green stalks, and Hona wanted to start the camp gardens with them. They took the spade and buckets, raft and empty jugs, down to the West.

Tok went back into the woods, wanting to collect small, whole trees for use in the new building he planned to construct, and Bailey offered to go with him. I kissed her as she followed Tok into the trees and disappeared to the North of our camp.

We hated to throw away food, but the remaining coconuts had begun to rot. I saw rats and spiders crawling around the pile and knew we'd have to deal with them that evening. I'd heard tales of the nauseating power of rotting coconuts, and the descriptions were valid. They had a stench that was coated with foul odors, the sweetness sickening, like spoiled meat, only stronger. I moved back to the beach and sipped water a bit with Keekah, Mie, and Poln before my head stopped swimming.

We pulled in a few more fish and crabs, had about as much as we could manage for the day, so I called an end to our assignment and cleaned up the fish while Mie and Poln helped Keekah defecate down the shore.

The four of us shared bits of steamed crab as we mixed the bulk into the stew and added fish filets to Hakee's smokers.

Keekah was feeling amorous and wanted my touch. She unashamedly stroked my cock while Mie and Poln sat nearby, watching, munching on dried bananas. I lifted her to my lap, ignored the stares across from us, and felt Keekah's dark, velvety labia slip around my cock and take me inside.

She moaned as she mounted my dick, her tight fourteen-year old vagina slick and drooling. I held her hips, moving her up and down on my length slowly, her body shuddering with each touch. I ran my hands around to her tits, noticed how much they'd grown since I met her all those months before. Her mounds were soft and firm at once, swollen, no signs of her puberty remaining. Her nipples were hard, and I pinched them lightly.

I caught movement beyond us and was surprised to see Mie on Poln's lap, his hands mimicking mine caressing Keekah's breasts. Mie moved a bit, squirmed, mouth open. For a moment I thought maybe she had taken Poln inside her body, but when her legs flared a moment later, I could see his penis hard but well below her genitals.

I whispered to Keekah, “we're being watched and copied.”

She breathed back to me, “I know. I like. They learn good ways from us, yes.”

Keekah moaned as my cock expanded within her. Her thighs parted wider, offering a view to our young watchers. I let my hand fall down between Keekah's legs, stroked her clit as it throbbed. She shuddered and moaned louder, Poln's hand moving cautiously between Mie's legs, her immature sex slightly swollen, looked aroused.

Keekah's body stiffened, her good leg caught in the sand and she moved down hard against me, grinding her crotch onto mine, taking me deeply into her vagina. I saw Mie's body moving like Keekah's, grinding down onto Poln, both with mouths open, looking between Keekah's legs.

The mocha-brown fourteen-year old tensed and bucked hard on my lap, her pussy clenching, her orgasm washing over her quickly in a rush. She cried out, drooled down my shaft as I humped against her climaxing young flesh, pounding myself up into her, pounding my semen inside her vagina.

I came hard, spewing my seed into Keekah's raw cunt where it splashed and pooled against her cervix. She reached an arm back and cradled my head to her shoulder as we relaxed and let the euphoria wash over us.

I slowly raised Keekah off my lap, my cum running freely from her gaping vagina, dripping down over my balls and my thighs. She sat carefully in her seat, a smile on her face, her legs splayed open and I swear her crotch was steaming in the cooling air.

Mie sat still in Poln's lap, her movements stopped, their bodies innocently pressed together as they watched our not-so-innocent copulation. I leaned to kiss Keekah, met her lips, and sucked in her breath for a while before we felt the need to clean up and start on the evening chores. Mie and Poln decoupled quickly, his young cock still hard but untouched as they ran off to the surf. I thought for just a moment that I'd seen Mie's thin, immature labia glisten with wetness as she climbed down, but I might have been mistaken.

The gathering party arrived back before sunset with our water replenished and the onions dug up in abundance. Pelicans exploded in flight as they passed, then just as quickly settled back down. The women found plenty of the green stalks growing beyond the old camp, and returned with several dozen clusters ready to transplant into closer soil. Hona planned to spend the next day clearing out her pre-planned garden sections, getting the onions in as soon as beds were available. She also brought back some of the yellow leaved plants that kept the bugs at bay. They were another resource we'd cleaned out around camp, and it would be very helpful to have a fresh supply nearby.

Our supper of shark, crab, wild and yellow onions, the last of the potatoes, and the last of the coconut milk combined with salt and a few other spices to provide one of the most delicious dishes I'd eaten on the island. The hands of many went in, and the result was spectacular.

Hona asked for volunteers and Amy offered herself, as did Poln. The three would whip the local gardens into shape. The seeds brought by the Hahonokoans were still in storage, most of them anyway. They would keep, Hona said, for many more months. Some of them were rich herbs she thought would grow well in the treeline, others offered small, white corn, tomatoes, cabbages, different grains, hot and savory peppers, and several different types of squashes and other edible gourds, among others. Most would need a large, sunny area cleared in the Spring, so they would need to be kept dry and well protected until we could get them in the ground.

With the pelicans crowding our area of the island, we were careful to protect the smoking fish and other things they looked at carefully. I didn't know if they would snatch and eat the smoking meat, but one or two had the look that said they were thinking it over.

The noise was amazing that evening, making conversation more of shouting in the direction of someone rather than the calm, quiet way we usually talked as a group.

It was decided that Manu would go with Gale to the North to check on the garden in a couple of days, spending the next going through our supplies and inventorying what we had. The rain clouds had moved very slowly over the island that day, but had yet to drop anything on us. Gale thought the garden likely had some things in need of gathering, and it always needed weeding and protection from rodents, hares, birds, and other critters that regularly raided our crops. I told them about the plateau Bailey and I had found to the Northeast in case they had time and wanted to visit it.

Tok continued his rehabilitation by taking on more work, wanting to bring back as many building-ready trees as he could find. Bailey and I offered to join him. Keekah, Mie and Poln were to work on repairing the various torn fabrics we had piled up, including sheets, blankets, and clothing. The woods regularly tore holes in the clothes we wore there, and once more, they would be patched and returned to service.

The evening melted away and with full bellies and the tiredness from a full day, I curled up around Bailey and my young lovers early that night.