Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, shoulder-length brown hair

The rain returned twice in the night, waking me each time as the metal roof over our heads tinged and rang with each pounding drop. Bailey was sleeping, her butt and back pressed into me, her small warm body comfortable and familiar against my larger frame. In the darkness, I felt a tremendous sense of belonging, of love for the girl. I only thought a moment about the implications, about what would happen when we were rescued. How I'd feel such a loss when we parted forever. Right then, though, she was my everything and what we had, at least for a time, felt right, necessary, undeniable.

- - -

Soft lips slid over my penis as I awoke groggy. Bailey had moved down, her mouth holding the head of my dick inside, her fist slowly stroking my shaft. I groaned and stretched, the girl's soft moans vibrating down my length. She used no suction, no tongue, just held me in her moist little mouth, sliding her fingers up and down gently.

I groaned again, felt my cock expand inside her, and filled her mouth with my semen. Cum ran out the tip and pooled in her throat as she stroked and held her lips just under the ridge of my dickhead. I ejaculated slowly, my jism pumping against her tongue.

I tensed and relaxed, my orgasm washing through me as she pulled her lips away and let my seed fall from her mouth and onto my genitals. She smiled at me. “You were hard against me when I woke up, I thought you might like that.”

“Mmm... yes, I liked that. You feel so good when you take me in your mouth like that.” I pulled her up and ran a finger between her legs, moist thin labia coated with her wetness. She shuddered and closed her legs, looked uncomfortable. “What is it, Bailey?”

“Sore... I'm sore down there.”

I shouldn't have been surprised, the twelve-year old had only recently given me her virginity and had taken my penis inside her tight, immature vagina several times already. “Ok, Sweetie, ok. The soreness will pass soon. Your body isn't used to taking me inside you there yet, you're still so small and tight.”

She nodded and we cuddled as the light broke through the darkness and cast bare shadows inside our metal home. We both shuffled down to our peeing spot and took a piss. Bailey squatted down next to me, no longer worried if I watched her urinate. I heard her stream splash, saw steam rising between her ankles as I let my stream flow. She watched my piss steam and splash to the ground, then helped me wash off my sperm in the shallow surf.

Back at camp, we sat next to the smoldering coals which had managed to survive the downpours. The metal cover had kept enough water off to allow a small bed of red, glowing heat to remain. We ate the last fish, the meat overcooked but still delicious. I debated getting the fire going, but the sun was already starting to warm the air and rather than consume some of our limited firewood, we instead held each other and shivered a bit as the day grew brighter.

“Rather than heading West down the beach, how about we see if we can get anywhere interesting following the stream? It looked like we might be able to use the rocky bed to avoid some of the thickest branches.”

“Sure,” Bailey agreed, “maybe we can find out who was watching us.” I kept silent my doubts about what she thought she'd seen the night before. Whatever she saw, it probably was not a person.

Bailey collected two plastic holders full of water. I grabbed her clothing from our shelter, passed them to her. “Probably a good idea to put on some clothes, it's going to be hard enough to get through without scratches and bug bites everywhere.”

“But you don't have any.”

“I know, I know... I'll grab the towel, at least protect my genitals.” The thought of being scratched and poked by thorns and branches was bad enough, and I didn't want to even consider that happening to my dick and balls. I wrapped the towel around my waist and tucked it into itself. “There.”

Bailey shuffled into her sticky, stiff clothing. She looked different with clothes on. Her slim body held no form this way, and she looked very much the pre-pubescent twelve-year old that she was. Beautiful, though, still beautiful, but I'd gotten used to seeing her naked, and I felt a pang of loss that her sweet little sex and small, puffy breasts were hidden from my view.

We ducked into the trees, following the rocky bed of the pathetic trickling stream. It still ran fast, flowing quickly through the foliage, but it barely amounted to enough to cover my feet. A few dozen yards in I noted the lack of bugs. Perhaps the rain had washed them away for a time, and the prospect of going deeper became more attractive.

We pushed in a hundred yards, dense, dark green and dark yellow and dark brownish-red leaves covered our view in any direction. If not for the stream, we'd have not even been sure which way to head to find our camp. I tried to clear branches blocking our way and took a few scrapes before passing through.

The stream twisted a few times, cutting East then North before trailing West and back North again. Birds chattered above us, occasionally bursting through the leaves to fly off and noisily complain about our invasion of their territory. We spotted dark green and brown lizards and I made a note to collect a few and see if they were worth eating. Little brown and dark-red crabs scuttled away as we walked carefully, another potential source of food.

Spiderwebs were sparse, but where we found them, were thickly-woven and holding droplets of water in their mesh. We walked for a good hour, the going slow, and I guessed we'd come no further than a half a kilometer or so.

“Look! What's that!” Bailey pointed at something moving a few feet from our spot, sliding along the ground and away from us.

It looked like a black snake of some sort. “Erm... Snake, I think... Just be careful. It slithered away when we got close, that's a good sign, right?”

Bailey didn't look so certain, grabbing my arm with both hands, but continuing along with me as the stream stretched around a dense clump of overgrown bushes and vines.

It was here that I started to believe we were not alone on the island.

A thin metal wire was tied to a low-hanging branch near the stream, twisted into a loop and just above the ground.

It looked like a snare.

I leaned down, examined it. The metal device was not a randomly settled piece of garbage, it had clearly been put there intentionally by someone. Whether that person was still alive and on the island, I had no way of knowing, the snare gave away no secrets about its owner.

I found another a few away on the other side of the stream, and as we moved farther up the stream, we saw several others. None were holding trapped animals, and I debated whether this meant they were freshly-laid or just that trapped animals had been dislodge by something willing to eat them.

We hit a place where the stream traversed a small rock-fall, the water trickling down three or four feet from a slight rise. I helped Bailey up and we followed deeper into the dense foliage.

We heard the dull sound of rushing water first. Not heavy or loud, but clearly water falling from some height. Before we could get closer, light exploded above our heads, thunder nearly dropping us on our knees. The storm had kicked back up and was starting to run down the leafy cover and soak us. Another clap toward the West end of the island had us quickly backtracking, both a bit terrified of being struck. It took us less time to get back, shattering lightning and booming thunder rocking us the entire way. The storm was still rolling, sending powerful gusts of wind against us as we stepped onto the sand and ran for shelter.

Bailey ducked inside and I followed, then we realized the storm was blowing rain deep into our shelter. We popped out, turned it away from the driving rain and tilted it to let the water within run out before reentering.

The teen shivered, her nerves shot, mine not in much better shape. A blast sounded nearby and we heard heavy splintering and crashing branches. The girl shed her damp clothes, clearly more comfortable around me than I had realized despite our days of nudity together. Bailey huddled with me, damp skin on mine, and we sank down and waited out the frightening storm.

- - -

I thought it would never end. The entire day, save for the couple of hours of the early morning spent exploring the stream, was wasted in our shelter. We talked quietly, nervously, about our homes, our friends, our hobbies. I found out she was on the track team and ran distance events. She played the trombone.

She once masturbated in her middle school bathroom and almost got caught.

My dick started rising as she told me how she'd gotten horny just a few months before and had ducked into the bathroom between classes. She had just turned twelve and her body was starting to trigger changes that would eventual grow her breasts and bring hair to her genitals. The visible signs weren't there yet, but her awareness of her arousal was ahead of the curve.

Bailey had slipped into a stall and pulled down her pants, standing and holding on to a hook on the wall. She touched her little clit once, twice, felt it grow hard, and quickly was circling and rising to an orgasm. The girl was nearing peak when the bathroom door opened and at least two other girls came in. Bailey let out a moan before the sounds triggered her to freeze. She told me that whoever they were, they stood still and said nothing for what felt like hours while Bailey tried to grow smaller and be still and silent. Eventually, the two started chatting, washed up, and left.

The poor girl had no chance to finish her orgasm and left frustrated and embarrassed.

By the time she was done telling me this, I was very turned on. I petted her small breasts, asked, “Still sore?”

Bailey nodded, “yeah, sore. But, if you want, I can put you in my mouth again.”

“Mmm... yes, I want that very much.”

“Ok,” she grinned as I laid back, my cock erect and pointing at her face.

“Bailey... When you put me in your mouth, I feel so wonderful.” It was true, the little girl's lips felt like warm velvet each time they held me inside. “Would you like to learn how to do more?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Try this, take me inside your mouth again, and slowly sink down on my length, see how far you can take me without gagging.”

Bailey wetted her lips and slid them down my cock head, letting her lips slowly slip down my shaft. About halfway down, she gagged and pulled me from her quickly. “Ok, so we know where that happens. With practice, you'll be able to take me deeper. Try it again, only this time stop before you get to that point.”

She did as instructed, holding my dick a little less than halfway inside her mouth, eyes looking at me for what to do next. “Now, pull off of me a bit, and slide back down to that spot. Bob your head slowly, let your lips and tongue wrap and slide around my penis.”

She pulled back, the tip of my cock just inside, then reversed, taking me against her tongue as she leaned down. “Now do that over and over... uhnn... oh, Bailey, yeah, slide your sweet lips over my cock...”

Bailey bobbed her head, saliva drooling though her lips. “As you do that... ohhh... suck in a bit... like a straw.... unnnnggg... ohhh... suck me, Bailey, oh... yessss... suck me, Sweetie...” The twelve-year old bobbed and sucked, my cock expanding inside her mouth. “Now swirl your tongue around it... swirl it... ohhh, Bailey, oh, suck my dick...”

I felt my balls tense up and my stomach tighten, Bailey's little mouth bringing me to the brink quickly. “I'm gonna cum, Sweetheart, gonna cum in your mouth... keep sucking, keep suuuucking... ohhh... oohhhh... ooooooOOOHH... OOH... Uhnn... Uhnn... Uhnn... Ohhnn...” I orgasmed, seed flowing from my cock, filling Bailey's mouth. She sucked me as I came, my sperm pooling in her throat as she bobbed and slurped my length. I felt my penis throb, sprayed out another shot of jism, and trembled against her sperm-covered tongue.

She slowed and stopped as my dick leaked the last of my load into her mouth. She looked at me, wondering if I had more instructions.

I did.

“Do you want to swallow it, Sweetie? You don't have to spit it out.”

She looked uncertain a moment, unclear on how to swallow the sticky load in her mouth. She shifted on my dick, pulling back from it, letting it slip out, half-hard and slick. Bailey slammed her lips together, paused a moment, and swallowed hard. Again, and once more, she let my sperm slide down her throat, drinking in my semen and clearing her mouth.

Bailey panted heavily, as did I. She broke into a tremendous, sperm-glazed grin. “Wow! I never... never knew you could swallow it. Did I do good?”

I laughed and pulled her onto me. “Good? No... you were great! Oh, Bailey, just fantastic. Cumming in your mouth is only second to filling your vagina. Mmm... I feel so good right now, wish I could make you cum, too.”

“Yeah, me too. I almost want to, but I'm sore down there. Hopefully tomorrow.”

Hopefully tomorrow, indeed.