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

I woke knowing that my Hahonokoan lover had turned fifteen. In her village, that was the age of full adulthood, and with it came rights and responsibilities that effectively ended any remaining ability to enjoy a childhood.

Keekah had been a woman long before that day, not just because of her mature body or her intimate relationships. She'd been a productive and capable companion to me and Bailey and Gale for many months, never a complaint on her lips. Still, it was an important day for her and one we planned to celebrate that evening.

Gale and Manu started early on the inventory tasks, pulling out sacks to see if contents had signs of rot or mold or rats. It was tedious work, but it made sense to keep a record of what we had and what we had used or lost. Amy, Poln, and Hona made quick work of clearing the first garden spot and an hour into the daylight already had the onions planted and a few seeds in the ground. They also put down half of the yellow leaves, which Bailey told me they called 'kahna.'

Bailey and I moved with Tok into the trees, helped him cut down the hard, two-inch ones that he was looking to collect. They were tall and firm, perfect for building structures. Bailey and I talked about what it would be like to be parents. She was eager to have the child, only days old yet in her belly. I, too, looked forward to the experience, though I acknowledged that the challenges we faced were significant and somewhat frightening.

Manu had years of experience delivering babies without modern medicine, but it still scared me to think of how harsh the world was on the island compared to the sanitary delivery rooms in first-world nations. We were months away, though, and for the time, we just tried to keep Bailey from overworking herself, ensured she stayed hydrated and well-fed. She showed no sign yet of her developing condition, but I knew that within a few weeks her breasts would begin to swell, her hips would widen, and her vulva would start to become more plump and richly colored as the bulge of her stomach pressed out and became heavy.

It was odd to think of Bailey as pregnant. She was slender, thirteen, my lover of many months but still growing into a woman. That isn't really fair, as in almost every way she'd been a woman since our first days on the island. There was no other choice. Surviving meant giving up the fancies of youth and accepting the day-to-day realities of being responsible for your own well-being. Bailey had accepted it easily, never offering regretful words that her early teen years were cut short, and certainly never complained since we'd found out my seed had found her egg.

She glowed, seemed to take on the role of mother-to-be with a sincere pride. It made her feel like an adult, she'd said, but I saw much more than that. I saw that she'd be a good mother, a kind and attentive parent in every way. She wanted it greatly, and she had told me many times that she hoped it was a girl.

When I'd asked her why, she shrugged, said, “I dunno, I just do.”

I accepted that and said I didn't care about the sex, I just wanted a relatively healthy child. It would be rough raising such a small, dependent creature on the island without diapers, antibiotics, and formula, any additional health issues might prove too much. We didn't dwell on that and returned to the task at hand, helping Tok cut and carry logs long into the day.

He still limped a bit, but the strong, stubborn man refused to drop his smile despite what had to be a painful pop that sounded each time he bent down slowly. His cane was forgotten that day as we worked, and it was only toward the end that I felt like he was sore enough to need it.

By early evening, the garden crew had cleared out six areas in the treeline and covered them with rich soil found further in. One held the transplanted wild onions and kahna and a few seeds, all but one of the others seeded with herbs and other items that Hona believed would thrive in the slightly-shaded positions. The last plot held test seeds from some of the crops Hona wasn't as sure would thrive. Squashes, the miniature corn, some of the cabbages. She wanted to see what worked and what didn't before clearing and committing new beds for them.

Early evening had us eating more stew. The days were growing shorter as the winter solstice approached a few weeks away. We had less time to work, but the upside was the cooler temps and the milder weather we enjoyed those days.

Manu pulled me aside, grinning, told me, “I work stone man for Keekah. It ready now. Tonight, I give. You watch, yes?”

I smiled, laughed, said, “oh, yes. I watch.”

After cleaning up from the meal, Manu got the celebration started by twisting a cap off one of the two remaining bottles of cognac, passing it around for us to take swigs. Bailey refrained, but smiled as she passed it to her right to Keekah, who swallowed and kept it moving.

Manu spoke in her native language where she was more comfortable, and Gale translated for us. “My child, my Keekah, is this day fifteen years out of my womb. She has grown, laughed, cried, and loved more deeply than most. Her days have been filled with joy and hardships, focus and distraction, and the love and caring of those around her. My child, my Keekah, has grown well beyond needing her mother to guide her. She has been a woman since she left on her quest, and this day, we celebrate all she has accomplished.”

We drank cognac as Manu described fun and notable events in Keekah's life. When she was four she'd captured a young snake and held it in her hands while her parents scrambled to keep it from biting her. The snake had been more scared than Keekah, and it set the stage for her courage that would develop over the years.

Another incident, when she was nine, had the girl sneaking onto a fishing boat and setting out to sea with a crew expecting to be gone three weeks. They discovered her after two days, but she managed to convince them to continue the trip and offered her help. She returned to parents and a village distressed and heartbroken over her disappearance, and the relief overwhelmed everyone when she returned. She'd learned how to clean fish and maintain nets on the trip, and she flashed her broad grin as she stood on deck while the boat pulled into the dock, holds filled with oily fish.

She menstruated for the first time at twelve, and rather than hiding it, she told anyone who would listen how she was now a woman. Everyone smiled and shook heads at the preteen's obvious thrill to bleed, and they all acknowledged that Keekah was a special girl with a bright future.

The day she was to leave, her father gave her the knife he had used in the brief war to the West. It was the knife she had on her when she first met Bailey and me, and it still held a special place in her mind, thoughts of her father still difficult to face. He died weeks before in the fighting on their home island, and Keekah learned of it only upon the arrival of the distressed Hahonokoan boat.

Manu asked me to tell of Keekah's life on the island, so I decided to share two key events. First, I talked about meeting Keekah.

“Keekah had seen Gale, but thought the woman didn't want to be bothered. Also, the teen didn't know if she was allowed to seek assistance from others on her year-long trial, the instructions laid out said that she was to survive alone. Though she had wanted to reach out to the woman for company, she only gave in to her need for companionship when Bailey and I were noticed. Her months on the island had seen her take on many challenges, and when we met her, we became fast friends... and soon... much more.”

Keekah grinned and Bailey kissed her to our laughter and cheers. I continued. “She was beautiful then as she is today, and Bailey and I were instantly attracted to her. Who isn't, really? Keekah's body is simply beautiful, but her character, her mind, her friendship are even more so. Not long after we met her, something happened that scared us all, and Keekah's role saved our lives.”

I debated not describing the incident, but it felt wrong to leave out the story of her bravery and her savagery. “The boat behind me crashed onto our shore in the night, one of its occupants dead, the other, delusional. He fired at me as the girls ran to the woods. He spotted Bailey, threatened us, and I feared very much for Bailey and Keekah, and for myself.

“Out of the shadows came our savior. Keekah the Brave bore down with all her might on his head, hammering the fire extinguisher until he no longer moved. She was fearless, focused, and her bravery, her fierce strength, saved us from harm. Back in the United States, I'd have said she would make a fine Marine. Few possess quick thinking and bravery like US Marines, and Keekah's attack would have been worthy of a silver star or more.”

I didn't know how well the last part of the tale would translate, but I hoped Gale got across the impact of what I saw that day.

Bailey spoke a moment, and what she shared surprised me. “The first time I licked her puss, I knew I was in love with her.” She paused, the campers and I laughing and grinning. “Seriously, she tasted so good. I went from virgin to first time with a man to first time with a girl in just a couple of weeks. Keekah was my first, and she'll always be so special to me for that. Everything else, it just proves I was right to love her.”

They kissed again and Amy smiled at me, excited.

Manu drew us back in and said, “My Keekah has touched us all in so many ways. She's my child and my friend, lover to some, companion to others. She was a woman in many ways before this time, but today, she is a woman in every sense that we value.”

She reached into a small bag beside her chair, and pulled out the shining brown stone. She showed everyone, the group crowding in to see. Big smiles were going around, and Hakee patted Keekah's arm excitedly to see the copper-brown stone lined with greens and golds. Keekah was lit up. Surely she knew the tradition well, but I doubted she thought she would get her own 'man' that night.

Manu spoke through Gale after the display. “It is tradition among our people for a mother to give to her daughter a stone 'man' for her use. As a woman, she had the right to always have a 'man,' whether warm and fleshy, or cool and smooth. If she retained her barrier, she could choose to break it and spare herself the pain on her first night.

“Less known these days but still a tradition my family holds dear is the first insertion. If the daughter is willing, the mother is offered the first opportunity to show her daughter how to use the 'man,' to help her break her barrier, to show her how to bring herself pleasure.”

Manu looked at Keekah, the fifteen-year old's face alight, mouth open. She grinned, and slowly spread open her legs, offering her mother her sex.

Manu smiled and knelt between her daughter's thighs, the 'man' in her hand. Before she used the stone, Manu dipped her face closer, ran her tongue through Keekah's pussy. I wondered if she'd done that before. Manu smiled, said, “yes, she very sweet,” before turning back to look at Keekah's hairy crotch. The woman seemed to sink into Keekah, forgot the stone phallus for a time, lapped slowly over the teen's vulva. All of us grew very aroused watching the pretty mother eating her own daughter's pussy.

Keekah moaned loudly, her hands running over her mother's long hair. The teen writhed in her chair, writhed, jerked, and when Manu finally slipped the stone cock into her cunt, Keekah cried out in orgasm. Manu didn't stop, using the phallus slowly, working it around as Keekah's climax rushed into her body, still moving it in and out as the teen's body washed in pleasure.

Gale touched my arm, motioned me to her. We stepped aside, not easy to do watching Manu's hand pumping the stone dick into her daughter's vagina. Gale said, “listen... Tok tells me that the next part of the ceremony is for everyone present to taste the newly-fifteen year old. He said it is normal for non-virgin girls to want penetration as well. It's all up to her, she suggests who tastes or fucks her next, and everyone must follow her wishes.”

“Mmm... that sounds very exciting.” I looked back to see Manu's tongue back on Keekah's clit, the girl against shuddering and moaning loudly.

Gale replied, “it does. Look... You know Keekah sucked Tok's cock a few days back, right?” I nodded, remembered the girl's excitement over the act. “He wants to know how he should respond to Keekah if she wants him to fuck her.”

I was silent a moment, turned it over in my mind, found no jealousy there. I was relieved, actually. I wasn't sure how I'd face that first moment that Tok wanted to fuck one of my teen lovers. I found the idea incredibly arousing. “I'd tell him to bury that cock in her slowly and let her enjoy herself.”

Gale matched my wide smile and kissed me, let her hand slide down to my throbbing penis. “I see you might like to watch that.”

“Love it. I know Keekah will like it. He's much longer than I am, will be something new for her to enjoy.”

We returned to the scene, Keekah's body slipping down from another orgasm as Manu finally pulled away. The woman looked so serious, overwhelmed maybe, not believing how powerfully she had felt the urge to lick Keekah's genitals, how much she enjoyed bringing her daughter that pleasure. She handed Keekah the phallus and sat back, breathing heavily. I don't know if she was touching herself at any point, but juices were running down Manu's thighs from her swollen pussy.

Keekah looked around and motioned Hakee to be next. Her sister beamed at being the second to go down on the teen, and soon settled into a motion that had Keekah rocking. Next, Hona knelt and tasted her, licked up her creamy discharge, then kissed her as Keekah pointed to Amy. The pretty half-asian kissed her lips for a moment before kneeling and sucking in the mocha-skinned girl's clit.

Her next choice was not one I expected. She pointed to Poln and had him come up to her body. Keekah spread her legs wide and spoke to him gently. Gale later told me that she ask him if he wanted to join in, that he didn't have to. He stared between her legs and without another thought stuck his tongue inside Keekah's pussy.

He held it there a moment and drew back, his tongue out a bit, looked around at us watching him. His tongue disappeared, he paused another second, then returned for another taste. Keekah laughed, then moaned as his tongue grazed her clit. She thanked him then called for her younger sister Mie.

I watched the sisters kiss then Mie slid to her knees, quickly burying her face between the fifteen-year old's thighs. Mie was intense, lapping quickly along Keekah's vulva, running her tongue up and down. Keekah's moans grew heavy, her clit throbbing. Bailey sat on my leg, her pussy soaking onto my flesh. We kissed as she drooled on me and Keekah exploded in orgasm with her eleven-year old sister licking her cunt.

Bailey was next, and they giggled together for several moments, blushing, flushed, two aroused young women who loved each other dearly. Bailey took her time, worked her lips around the insides of Keekah's thighs, tickled her anus, finally pushed her tongue through the teen's swollen labia and sampled the drooling juices. Keekah moaned and shivered as Bailey licked. The thirteen-year old rose and brought her lips to Keekah's, let the teen taste herself on Bailey's lips.

They moaned together a bit before Keekah motioned for me. I leaned over and kissed her, could taste pussy on her lips. She smiled and giggled, said, “Love you, Kowl. You so good to me.”

“Love you, too, brave Keekah. My savior.” That sent her giggling again and I settled to look at her beautiful, hairy crotch. I inhaled her, the rich smell of wet, cummy pussy filled me with a desire for her. I dove in, tasting her swollen flesh, sucking on her clit, had her body trembling around my face.

“Kowl... put it in. Want it in me.” I thought at first she meant the stone phallus, so I reached for it. She stopped me, smiled, said, “no, real man,” her eyes fixed on my swinging penis.

I smiled back, pulled her body forward carefully, then put my cock inside her vagina. I slid into her, her channel very slippery, tight but opened from the mouths and tongues and stone dicks. I slipped in and out of her, staring into her eyes, smiling at her, sharing the moment with someone I loved who was having the most pleasurable night of her life.

It took no time at all to feel the semen rushing up from my balls. I asked, “want me to shoot in you?”

“Yes. Shoot in me, Kowl. Yes, in me there.”

I ejaculated my seed inside the fifteen-year old, filling her pussy with strong bursts of jism. I throbbed, swelled, firing my load quickly, crying out to those around my pleasure at filling my teen lover's vagina.

I panted over her, kissed her, and withdrew my cock from her hole, admiring the way it gaped, hairs sticky, my sperm pooled just inside her opening. She had a huge smile on her face as I pulled away, her skin glowing, her excitement and pleasure obvious and wonderful to see. She motioned for Tok.

To my surprise, he dropped to his knees and ate my sperm from her pussy. Keekah smiled at me as I watched, and I have to admit, I was very turned on to see it. Tok swallowed my load without shame or hesitation, and it wasn't long before Keekah pulled him up and brought his long hard cock to her vagina. She didn't ask my permission, didn't wait for my approval. I loved her for that. Her body was hers to give as she wished, not mine to control. She braced herself as Tok slipped inside.

Keekah let out a moan that scattered the pelicans. Tok's penis rooted quickly and his thrusts were energetic, certainly pounding against her cervix repeatedly. Each time he thrust she grunted, inhaled quickly, tried to take the slamming cock into her body. She shuddered and came quickly with his cock inside her cunt.

Tok groaned, pumped a few more times, and started to ejaculate in Keekah. He held against her, his cock spasming, cum squirting around his penetration as he filled her cunt. She shuddered as he withdrew and leaned down to kiss her. His cum poured out of her gaping hole, sticking in her matted hair, pooling just inside her opening.

Keekah was breathless a moment, the pounding from Tok had clearly taken her breath away. I loved it for her. I felt no jealousy at all. I admit I don't know if I'd have felt the same easiness had it been Bailey, but that was a bridge we'd cross when she was interested, if ever. Keekah had always been a free spirit, someone I felt lucky to know intimately, but never someone I felt should be mine only. Watching her take Tok's cock and his cum had my own dick rising. Bailey and Amy dropped to their knees and started sharing my penis.

Keekah came to enough to have the last of us drawn in for a taste. She'd picked well, knew that Gale was eager to eat Tok's cum from her cunt. Gale kissed her deeply, moaning with her, whispering sweet words to the fifteen-year old. The woman sank down onto her knees and sucked Tok's semen from the teen's vagina.

Gale cleaned her slowly, thick cum more than once running down her chin. Tok grinned as he watched, his own cock becoming hard once more. I was amazed and thrilled to see Hakee walk up to him and take hold of his cock. She looked at him for permission. When his smile widened, she sank down and started sucking him slowly.

I was thrilled. Tok accepted Hakee's mouth, and I hoped that meant there would be something more between them to fill her emotional needs for companionship, not just sex. I let the thought pass as my eyes shifted from Tok and Hakee to Gale and Keekah, and back closer to where Amy pulled my cock from her mouth and passed it to Bailey who took me inside.

Manu, Mie, and Poln were holding hands, strolling East down the beach. I thought nothing more about it, perhaps they'd all had their fill of intimacy that night. The rest of us kept at it, Hona and Gale sharing kisses covered with Tok's cum while they took turns licking Keekah's cunt.

Late into the evening, we shared our communal sensuality. Amy and Bailey took turns riding me then letting me lick them to orgasm. I fucked Amy doggy style, bent over a chair where we watched Hakee lower herself onto Tok's penis. She couldn't take much inside her, just a few inches, which made her look so small riding his cock.

I groaned and swapped to Bailey's cunt, her cream making her opening slick and velvety. I pounded away at my pregnant young wife, hammering her as we watched Hakee orgasm as her hips rose and fell, rose and fell, slowly taking another inch or so of Tok into her pussy. I groaned again, felt myself tensing. Bailey squeezed me with her channel and milked the cum, semen boiling from the tip and splashing hot inside her.

Tok watched as I pulled back and Amy knelt down behind Bailey, licking the sperm out of her thirteen-year old vagina. She smiled and mewled as she licked, tasting my salty jism on Bailey's labia. Tok groaned and pumped up several times into Hakee, the young woman squeaking with each hard thrust. He ejaculated inside the seventeen-year old, held her body tight as he unloaded. As she rose from his lap, globs of semen ran down. Gale was there to clean up the mess on his balls and then lapped at Hakee's pussy.

We all slept outside that night, even Manu and the preteens. All naked, we laid out several blankets and pulled in tightly together. Bailey was in front of me, Amy to her side, and Keekah behind her. I felt a weight slide against my back and glanced to see Mie's immature butt push against mine. She was warm and wonderful, and the innocent touch made me feel really happy to be a part of the family I now called my own.

Keekah's birthday had been an explosion of celebration and arousal, a fitting party for eleven people isolated from the rest of the world, making our own rules, deciding our own morals. What we shared was loving, exciting, and harmed no one. Even Mie, even Poln, they had enjoyed themselves and bonded with the rest of us. They had licked Keekah, tasted her, and from that day, in some sense, they were finally a part of the group in ways I hadn't really considered them to be before that moment.

Mie pushed tighter against me and I sank into the moment, holding Bailey in my arms, warm, innocent flesh pressed into my back. I was in heaven, and under the clear skies that night, I gazed up at the tiny lights tweaking above, and looked forward to spending my life with those wonderful people.