Kal, Male, 37

	- 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

Mie, Female, 11

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

	- 4'8, 90lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Amy, Female, 15

	- Stowaway from California

	- 5'6, 120lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

If anyone remembered that May 14 was my birthday, no one showed it the next morning. Bailey and Amy had risen early and were already filling jugs to the West. Keekah was fishing with Mie, leaving me the only one to rise after sunrise. I stretched in the cool air, donned a pair of pajamas that had been repaired several times, still a size or two too small for me. But they kept me warm in the chilly morning air, the breeze only mostly pushing through the fabric to chill my skin.

I warmed around the fire that was small but rippling, moved out to our wood supply to bring back some new logs, set them aside as I mixed the stew pot, added tubers and dried radishes, a few of the dried chives and oregano, a bit of preserved fish. It smelled wonderful to my growling belly and I soon scooped out enough for three bowls and brought them down to the surf, handed one each to Keekah and Mie, where we ate in silence and huddled together for warmth.

The fish still weren't biting. We tried several types of bait, including chopped up clams, pieces of crab bodies, even a try or two with bits of tuber and radish. I threw the small cast net out and pulled in a few live minnows, and even an hour using the swimming bait did nothing to draw in larger prety. Mie pulled in two small crabs, but otherwise, by the time Bailey and Amy returned with water, there wasn't anything else to show for our efforts.

Karana had spent the day split across two different activities, barking and chasing the shore birds, and sitting next to Mie as she petted her head. I couldn't help recalling the scene of the eleven-year old climaxing on the dog's tongue, wondered if they'd done it more than once.

Amy and Bailey joined us at the waterline with bowls of stew and big smiles. They'd finished the water and while there, recovered a small floating bag which had washed up on shore. The girls refused to tell me what was inside, said they'd reveal it later. I eyed them curiously, the giggling teens clearly holding something interesting back. I shrugged and tried for a while to get anything to take the bait stuck on the end of my line.

- - -

After midday, the wind shifted to blow strongly out of the North, bringing a warm edge to the otherwise cool air. The fishing was a little better, several the smaller-sized jacketfish and a couple of the ones Bailey named 'silverflats' were landed and cleaned. Clouds rolled in but no rain fell, leaving a grey cast over the water and sand. After dinner, Bailey brought out a bottle of vanilla rum and poured everyone but herself a glass. She sat on my lap, kissing me while the others sipped rum and remained silent.

Bailey then excused herself a moment and disappeared into Manu's shelter.

Amy sat on my lap, her hand playfully running along my flaccid penis, making it jump and begin to rise. She whispered to me, “whatever happens next, I'm ok with it. Just go with it, Kal, we're all ok with it.”

I was confused, shrugged, kissed her. Bailey brought out a long cloth and hid something behind her. Amy took the cloth, pressed her lips to mine, and wrapped the dark fabric around my head, covering my eyes.

The sensation of blindness is an odd one for me. I depend so much on seeing things that my ability to accurately understand my situation was seriously compromised by losing that sense. I had to adjust to noises, sounds, smells, the way something brushed against my skin.

“Go with it, Kal. Happy birthday.” It was Amy's voice, and I knew it was her hand stroking me to hardness.

Bailey's voice. “Happy birthday, Kal. This is just for you. Open you lips.”

I did as commanded, the first time in a while that the normally submissive Bailey had taken charge like that. My lips parted and I waited. I heard Amy cough lightly, then her lips pressed to mine. I knew it was Amy I kissed, each girl's shape, each taste, each set of lips different and wonderful. Amy exhaled, sending warm smoke into my mouth and I inhaled the marijuana into my lungs.

“Mmmm...” she moaned as she finished, our tongues twisting together.

She pulled off and another pressed in, no smoke this time, and like Amy before, I instantly recognized the feel of my pregnant thirteen-year old wife's lips on mine. We moaned together, my cock hard and untouched below.

Bailey pulled back and it was the full, warm lips of Keekah that pressed onto mine. Her hands cradled my cheeks as we dove deeply into each other's mouths. She whispered as she broke away, “happy birthday, Kowl... Love you...”

“Love you, too, Sweetie.”

There was a pause, two girls giggling, and then a surprise. Two thin, warm lips pressed to mine, hesitant, nervous. Thin lips, not Bailey or Amy or Keekah. It was Mie. Mie's mouth opened and my tongue reached inside. I couldn't help it. She pressed her small face to mine and together we joined our bodies for the first time.

I loved it, the blindfold making me pay attention to all my other senses. Mie's small, wet, tender lips, the warmth of her chest as it pressed into my shoulder, the smell of a young girl, warm from the day of fishing and cooking. My mind took in the soft moans, almost whimpers, as she let herself enjoy the contact, as she leaned over me and pressed one hand onto my chest, fingers touching me softly.

I was lost in that moment, thought of nothing but the warm scent of a lovely eleven-year old, the warmth of her tender skin on mine, the way her arms trembled as they explored my flesh.

It was over quickly, and I was left, blinded, alone in my chair for a few moments.

A hand took my penis and stroked me. Bailey, no doubt. I knew her grip, and when lips slid down and over me, I was doubly sure. The thirteen-year old sucked me for several minutes before moving off, replaced by hands and lips I knew were Keekah's. The fifteen-year old's musky scent hit my nose. I knew the teen was horny and I could smell her aroused odors in the suddenly still air.

Amy sucked me next, drawing me closer and closer to my release. I started to hump her mouth, imagining the scene below, unable to see anything through my blindfold. Amy's thin arm rested on my stomach as she sucked me, stroking my flesh, making me burn and tingle and cry out for release.

Before I could cum, she left me, my cock throbbing, swollen, desperate for release. I could see nothing, heard only a bit of movement, wondered why they'd left me hanging, so close to my climax.

Two small hands slid over my legs and one of them took my cock gently. Mie. No doubt about it. The eleven-year old's fingers were smoother, smaller, more tentative as they encircled my penis and slowly stroked it. I heard someone whisper to her, Amy, saying, “just do it gently at first, get used to it. Remember what I told you when he shoots...”

Oh, God, it was so hot to hear that, blindfold forcing me to imagine Amy leaning down to talk against the cute eleven-year old's ear. Wet, trembling lips took the crown of my cock inside, Mie's little mouth testing my flesh, her tongue slipping around my head with caution.

It wasn't so much a blow job as just being carefully explored by a virgin mouth. Mie didn't bob, didn't suck, didn't use her tongue to milk my shaft. She kept just the head of my cock in her mouth, just there, just an inch or so, her hand holding my length, not stroking, just holding.

It was incredibly hot. I wished I could see the girl, see her with my penis in her mouth, holding there, waiting for me to cum.

Cum I did, the sensation overwhelming, my blindness enhancing the way her lips felt holding my dick, the way her tongue jerked randomly to send shivers into me. I managed to groan, “gonna cum...” seconds before my penis swelled in Mie's young mouth. I felt her tense, brace, holding her breath.

I spewed my load forcefully into Mie's mouth, semen flooding her throat as I cried out. She didn't move except a small jerk when the first splash of cum hit her tongue. Mie held still while I filled her mouth with my warm, salty jism.

I sat shuddering, my load completely flushed into the eleven-year old's mouth. I heard Amy say, “share it with me...” I heard the sounds of spitting, sloshing, wet kisses, the sounds of masturbation, moans, wet pussies being fingered.

I started to rip off the blindfold to watch, but a hand caught mine, Bailey's hand, she whispered, “just listen... just listen...” And I did. It was incredibly erotic, hearing Keekah and Amy and Mie moaning, masturbating, cumming. I knew they were tasting my cum, the load of semen I'd shot into Mie's mouth. I imagined the sticky juices coating their lips, tongues, their chins and cheeks. My cock stayed hard and begged for more attention.

A firm young hand took my dick and I knew it was Bailey sliding her pregnant pussy over my length. She moaned as she sank down, leaned back, cradled my head against her back. She rode me with a nice, firm tempo that soon had us both moaning, her into orgasm, me approaching one.

A tongue ran from my asshole to my nuts and back again. I didn't know who at first. I felt it again, this time sliding from my anus up over Bailey's clit, back down to where we fucked. The tongue wasn't hesitant, uncertain, so I ruled out Mie. Then I heard a moan to my right that was surely Keekah, and I knew it was Amy lapping our juices.

Bailey cried out when Amy's tongue hit her clit and sucked it in while she rode me. Bailey came again, her pussy gushing with wetness, the squishing sounds of our fucking becoming loud in my sensitive ears.

Amy's tongue was replaced with another set. A smaller tongue. A hesitant, uncertain tongue. Mie licked us, I knew she was tasting Bailey's pussy juices as she matched Amy's example. Her lips pressed against my shaft, ran over my balls, stopped there to lick me.

It sent me gushing cum into Bailey's cunt, my sperm overflowing her vagina, running down my shaft where Mie's tongue moved up from my hairy balls to lap at the semen running out of Bailey. I squirted several long shots of seed into the thirteen-year old, and Mie giggled as she ate what squeezed out around my penis.

I was spent as I heard Keekah's orgasm beside us. Amy's moan signaled that she was lapping up the brown-skinned girl's pussy discharge and enjoying it. Bailey leaned back, out of breath, kissed me, then slid her tight, pregnant pussy off my penis and let Mie clean me with her mouth.

I didn't think too much about Mie's age. She was part of us, and I guess the intimate relationship we all shared had to include the preteen at some point. She seemed to enjoy it, and the others seemed to enjoy seeing her take part. I wished I could see her then, again started to remove the blindfold, this time stopped by Amy. “One more surprise... make it a surprise, ok?”

I nodded, suddenly thirsty and needing something to drink. “Grab me some water while I wait?”

I could hear the grin in her words, “funny you should ask...”

I heard a sound I hadn't heard in a year or so. The noise made by a can of compressed air was pretty distinctive. As someone who spent years at a computer, I'd sprayed dozens of cans of the stuff to keep dust off my equipment. I knew that sound well, and I wondered just what in the hell the girls were up to.

“Hold out your hand,” Amy instructed me.

I did, and a cool metal cup was pressed there. Cold, not cool. Amy said, “drink it.”

I had had many amazing experiences on the island. First times with Bailey, Keekah, Amy, Hakee, and even now, some first times with Mie, wonderful sex afterwards, and with Gale, Hona, even with Tok in my first male-male-female experiences. I enjoyed new foods we caught or harvested, new concoctions and inventions we made or discovered. I savored rain showers, and sunshine so bright it warmed my heart. Many great times that had imprinted strongly on my mind.

I'm not sure any of them were any more pleasurable than when the coldest water I'd had in months hit my tongue and slid down my throat. It was icy, though no ice inside. I drank a swig and let out a long, “ahhhhh...”, then downed the cup. Another was soon given and I downed that one more slowly, savoring it, becoming entranced by the experience, still wearing the blindfold. My tongue screamed out in delight with each cold drop that passed by.

Describing it as an orgasmic moment undersells just how rare this was. I'd dreamed of few other things more than cold water, cold drinks. Experiencing it like that, surprised, blindfolded, it enhanced it beyond that of an orgasm. I wish I could better describe what it was like to feel that cold liquid splash on my tongue and run down my throat. It was beyond orgasmic.

I managed to fling the blindfold aside after a moment and sat up gasping, amazed by the intimate moments which included Mie for the first time, and the ultimate capper of the cold water. Bailey held a bottle of compressed air in her hand, smiles on everyone's lips.

Mie still had cum on her chin, and I watched Amy lick it off, smiling.

“So that's what was in the bag?”

“Yep,” Bailey replied.

“Amazing. That was... amazing... I can't believe how cold that got. Amazing...”

“Got enough for another couple of cups, if you're interested.”

“I... I'm tempted. That was so good, I'm tempted to be selfish, but... I want you all to have some. Not too many opportunities for cold water, please, have it.”

So each girl had a cup of the cold liquid before the air canister gave out. They enjoyed it too, but I think none of them had the near-religious experience I did.

Mie and Karana went to bed after I kissed her, let her hand stray to my cock just a few seconds before she giggled and left. I wondered if Karana was going to lap away the juices that had been dripping from Mie's young pussy all night.

The rest of the girls and I bathed and played a bit in the calmer surf. I thanked them all, asked, “so... Mie... what brought that on?”

Bailey spoke first, “she's one of us... she's curious, and... she asked to be included.”

“Asked.”

“Yes, asked. She was there when I explained the idea about the blindfold, and she wanted to be included. It didn't seem fair to leave her out and make her feel like she wasn't part of us. She is part of us, so we talked about it and agreed.”

“'We' didn't include me.”

“I know. I figured you would like it.”

I was a little more firm than I really felt about it, just wanted to make a point. “I should have been asked, ok? I would have said yes, no doubt, but... just in the future, ok? I should have been asked and told that she would be involved.”

Amy spoke, said, “next time... ok. You're right, we shouldn't have let her do that without you knowing first. You're right... It seemed you rather enjoyed cumming in her mouth, though, right?”

I shuddered, said, “amazing, to be honest. She wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't spit me out or push me away... amazing...”

I hugged them one by one, thanked them for the night, told them it was the best birthday I'd ever had. Bailey helped Keekah to dry off, leaving Amy and I for a few moments. I said to her quietly, “so what made you ok with this... that Mie could share me... That you would share me with her?”

“I dunno... I guess I got to think about it first. We talked to her, too, let her know it was just something for tonight, just something you would enjoy and that she would learn from. We're going to talk again tomorrow... not suggesting she join us further...”

“But you've opened that door. I'm sure you know that. She's going to want to feel included more often, and that means more than what she did tonight.”

“I guess...”

“And what about Hakee? She's not going to understand why she was excluded from our relationships while Mie has been included. How do we deal with that?”

“I dunno... guess I didn't think that through at all... damn...”

“Ok. We've got a few days to work on it. Think about it, and let's talk more when we're less tired tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Thank you, my Love, for a wonderful birthday, for you being a part of my life. I love you so much, Amy. Always will.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, buried her face in my neck, whispered, “I love you, Kal. Happy birthday, lover. Happy birthday, my sweet Kal.”