The 29 From Flight 729 – Having Fun With It
by Young Thinker
The 29 From Flight 729 – Having Fun With It
If you just happened across this story, then you've missed out on the beginning. Please go to, The 29 From Flight 729 – Part 1, before you go any farther. You'll be glad that you did.
Chapter Six
The days and weeks seemed to zip on by. We had met everyone else and discussed the whys and how comes of us being on the island.
Joy was getting disappointed. Although we were screwing like a couple of rabbits in heat, she wasn't pregnant. She had stopped having her period (so did all of the other women of child bearing age) but was showing no other signs.
Strange things were happening, like the time a tree fell on a couple of guys and they came out without a scratch. It hit one guy hard enough that it left his impression in the sand.
We had been building huts for individuals or groups and one of the trees just fell. The huts were more for sleeping and storing our belongings rather than privacy. We built them out of whatever we could cut down with the few pocketknives we had among us. We really didn't need them. They were just a way to pass the time constructively.
Of course there was the trail that Don pointed out. It wasn't there when we made the trek but we followed it back to the group. In fact, whenever anyone wandered off there was always a trail to lead them back. We just couldn't get lost if we wanted to.
People were wearing less and less. Most men were down to their pants and maybe a t-shirt. Others didn't bother with the t-shirt. Pants became cut-offs then short-shorts. Eventually we were all wearing either boxers or swim trunks. The temperature never varied either way and there was no rain.
The older ladies either wore a one-piece swimsuit or a summer dress with very little or nothing underneath. The younger ones wore a one piece, a bikini or just their panties and bra. The strange thing is that we had all lost our modesty and inhibitions. It was nothing for a group of us to go to a waterfall, that someone found, and take a shower. We'd even scrub each other's backs and think nothing of it.
The Captain, as we now called him, and Sam had asked someone to keep a chronicle of events while we were there. Greta is a secretary for the company that her brother, Hans, works for so she volunteered. She kept track of every little thing that happened. It got to where people were coming up to her and telling her what she should be writing down.
"I swear," she said one day in her German accent. "If one more person comes up to me and tells me what or how to write I'm just going to hand it all over to them."
"I guess that I'd better keep my mouth shut then," I told her.
She shoved her notepad toward me. "Only if you don't want to take the job." She smiled.
"It was just a suggestion, not a demand."
"I'll take suggestions," she said. "I can always 'round-file' them." We both laughed.
"I think that you should have two categories," I said. "One for every day things like when we built the first and last hut, how many people and who is in each one. Stuff like that."
"And the second?"
"The strange things that go on around here, like the ocean that doesn't wave or have any salt, no animals and stuff like that."
"I think you have hit upon the best idea yet," she said with a bigger smile. "You're not only hansom but you're pretty smart."
"Why thank you on both accounts, my lady." I made an exaggerated bow and we laughed.
"And what dance are we doing this fine afternoon?" Joy had just walked up.
We explained my suggestion to her and she agreed that it was worth bringing before the group. The Captain called a group meeting. He and Greta compared notes while the people were gathering.
"It seems that there are two people here that are being inundated and overwhelmed," he began. "I am one of them. More than a few of you have asked me what we are aloud to do and what we are not. My answer to you all is this, my rights end where yours begin. In other words, if you want to do something and no one objects, by all means, do it. It is your right to do whatever you want to do as long as it doesn't hurt or offend anyone else.
"On the other hand, if someone is doing something that offends you, tell them not me. It will then be their choice to rectify the problem or not. We have enjoyed the last several months here although we have no idea why we are here. Let's not ruin it by bringing petty crap into play.
"If there are no questions, Greta has a few words to say."
"Thank you Captain. As you all know, I am the head chronographer. It was brought to my attention that I am doing it wrong. That is the problem. You all think I'm doing it wrong, so, from now on I will come to you with questions and you will answer them. I will be asking only two questions: What happened with you today and has anything weird or strange happened today. That is now the only things I will be writing about. I have no interest in how many times you or your mate farted last night."
That drew a laugh from us all and broke the tension a little.
"If you are all real nice to me maybe I'll write a book when or if we ever leave here and I'll split the proceeds with you. Thank you." She stepped away.
The Captain stepped up again. "Are there any other questions or business?"
"That part about doing our own thing, does that mean for anything?" Greta asked.
"As long as it doesn't offend or harm anyone else. I believe we're all in agreement on that."
"Can I ask all of the women to join me after this meeting?"
"It's yours," he said and he walked away. The women gathered around Greta and the men scattered.
"What was that all about?" I asked as Joy came into our hut after the meeting.
"We had to remind ourselves that we still live in a democracy and women won the right to vote."
"Funny."
"Greta had a suggestion and all but one of us voted for it," she said. "Susan was the only one to say no but she finally said that as long as it was optional she wouldn't hold anyone back."
"What's optional?"
"Our clothes." She looked at me as if I was going to explode.
"That's cool," I said. "Now I get to see everyone's tits, not just yours."
"You wanna see tits?" she asked playfully. "I'll show you tits." She ripped off her bikini top and tossed it in my face. "Most of them walked home with no top on. There's going to be a lot of horny people around here from now on."
"Starting right here."
Talk about timing. We had just undressed each other when there was a knock on the side of our hut. There were no doors. It was Hans and Greta.
"Did we come at a bad time?" Greta asked.
"No. My man was just about to fuck my brains out," she said as she grabbed my dick and started pumping it.
"You don't mind if we watch do you?"
"Not at all," she said as she placed her pussy lips at the head of my dick and sat down on it. "I'll just pull up something and sit on it ... Oooooohhhhhh yyyeeeeeaaaaahhh."
Hans is fifty-eight and Greta is fifty-six. He is an iron worker, although he doesn't climb the beams anymore because of his knees. His company promoted him to foreman several years back rather than getting rid of him. He is over six feet tall and must weigh at least 275 pounds. And it's all muscle.
Greta is just a little on the heavy side but still looks good. She is about 5' 2". They both have gray hair. Hans says that he earned every one of them between his job and their three kids, a boy (Dr. Hans, Jr.) and two daughters. One is married to a lawyer and the other is engaged to the CEO of the company she used to work for.
Joy was bouncing now and pinching her own nipples. I could see that our guests were getting edgy and it wasn't long before they were at it too. Hans had stripped down to his Jockey's before they came by and Greta just had on a thin skimpy pair of panties.
I could almost see Joy's eyes pop open, although she was facing away from me, as soon as Hans dropped his pants. Believe me when I tell you that I have never seen such a big ... no, HUGE cock in my life. Hans' hands were twice the size of mine and he still had trouble putting his own fist around it.
Greta turned so she was on all fours and facing us. The only time she quit talking was when Hans shoved that big honker into her. Then she just smiled, gasped and continued talking until she was about to cum.
Hans seemed to take a long time so Greta had him change positions every time she climaxed. When he finally came we thought he wouldn't stop. He almost knocked Greta's head into one of our walls.
"How can you take that punishment?" Joy asked her later.
"Honey, that ain't punishment. That's pure pleasure," Greta replied. "I was ten when he popped my cherry with that thing. That was punishment then but it's been a whole lot of pleasure since then."
We talked for a while then we all took off for a midnight swim. We knew that no matter how far out we went the water was no deeper than chest high and there was nothing on the smooth ocean floor to stumble on or hurt us.
We went back to our hut and talked until we all fell asleep.
We awoke, as usual, when the sun came up. Hans and Greta left without getting dressed.
"I guess that's the uniform of the day from now on," Joy said. "Would you care to join me for breakfast?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
Hans and Greta must have inspired everyone because they were all either stepping out of their huts with nothing on or taking off what they did have on. It didn't seem to bother anyone. After all, some of us would bathe together and we had nothing on then.
Don and the Captain h...