The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 49
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 49 - The exciting conclusion! Before: The plane crash, the fight for survival. Now: The girls are frantic for more of Jeremy. A pirate ship with more girls as prisoners. Choose plane or ship for rescue? A doctor? Lots of sex. Pregnancies. Jeremy near death! Arguments. In-fighting. Deaths. Lots more sex. Missing spark plugs threaten the rescue. A hurricane! Who will survive?
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Rape Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Incest Rough Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
Jeremy woke up, and still felt something was amiss. The rain hadn’t stopped, and it was coming mostly straight down today. He looked over at the sleeping Sara and smiled. He soon found himself on the path to his calendar. It was a daily ritual that he followed religiously, keeping track of what day it was, though he was fairly certain that he might have lost a day or two over the last couple of months.
Across from the tree where he was making hash marks was another tree, and it had three fresh cuts in it. Odd, he thought, he hadn’t made those marks. He was reminded of the footprints in the sand, though by now the deluge had obliterated any sign of foot prints. He started looking around the area. Nothing, the sand was bare, except for what little wind and rain had caused. He heard a loud thunk and everything went black.
Jeremy opened his eyes. He wasn’t sure where he was. His skull was pounding. He looked up a woman he had never seen before. She was wearing a single strip of cloth wrapped around her breasts and turned neatly into a skirt.
“Don’t speak,” she said, holding up a cup fashioned out of a coconut half. She brought it to his lips, and he drank. It was a bitter liquid, but he felt the pain subsiding, and after a few minutes his eyes became unfocused again and he drifted off.
Jeremy woke up again. The sky was light, possibly midday, judging by the shadows. He stood and felt a little dizzy, and he touched his head. There was a sore knot on it. More people are killed every year by falling coconuts, he murmured to himself. But what about that woman? She was quite lovely, pretty face with smooth skin. He really couldn’t remember the details.
A few minutes down the trail and he found the camp buzzing with worries and rumors because he had been missing so long. Sara found him and asked what happened.
“I think I got hit on the head by a coconut.”
“You think?”
“Well, I had just finished my calendar and then suddenly everything went black, and I woke up on the ground with a coconut next to me.”
“We are just lucky you have a hard head.”
“Yeah, lucky me,” he said.
“I’m just glad you’re back,” she said, pushing him into the hut and slowly straddling his hips.”
“One more time,” she smiled at him.
“They way things are going, you girls are going to fuck me to death.”
“Oh no, we won’t let you die,” a voice from behind Sara said.
“Mmm, no, we sure won’t, will we Sunni?”
“What’s this?”
“Oh well, since Sunni shared with me, I’m sharing with her is all.” Sara blushed down to her bare nipples.”
“Yeah, she asked me if I wanted to earlier.”
“And you said yes?”
“Of course I did, Master, I need your baby in me as much as Sara does.”
Jeremy felt the girls fondling his cock as Sunni settled her slit inches from Jeremy’s face. He felt Sara’s tight, warm pussy envelope his cock. She started slowly to rise and fall on his meat, her fingers spreading and tickling Sunni’s juicy gash, inches from his face.
“Oh Jeremy,” Sara cooed, “you are so hard.”
Jeremy had to agree with her. He was so hard it almost hurt, the wet slickness of Sara’s tight pussy felt like a soothing salve on his aching cock as Sara began to ride up and down on his dick.
Jeremy reached out with his tongue and tasted Sunni’s dripping snatch, while he felt the warmth of Sara’s pussy coaxing his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. It didn’t take him long before he felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. And a few seconds later, his hard cock erupted inside of Sara’s fertile womb.
When the first stream splashed the back of her pussy, Sara cried out, “Oh guugg guuhg,” and began trembling uncontrollably, then shaking and thrashing as her entire body orgasmed around his cock. She collapsed against his chest, and Sunni pushed her off of him, almost ignoring the fact that her friend was unconscious.
Jeremy looked at Sunni, her eyes were unfocused and her nostrils were flaring as she gasped, “fuck mee!” She lay out on the floor beside him, pulling him onto her. His cum-slick cock was, to his surprise, still hard. It slipped easily inside of Sunni’s hungry slot.
He could smell the sex and the hot sweat. He sucked and bit at Sunni’s nipples and neck as his hips pounded her tight little pussy. Her legs wrapped around him as her body started to spasm, and her hips pounded back at him.
“It’s soo big,” she gurgled. “Oh god.”
Jeremy could feel Sunni’s tight little twat contracting around his cock, sucking him inside of her. A few minutes later, Jeremy felt his nuts tighten again, and he flooded Sunni’s hotbox with his creamy man sauce. She moaned loudly and clung to him as his balls emptied deep inside her. She gasped, panting, and fell back on the bed of palm fronds.
Jeremy lay there, catching his breath, and looking at the two girls on either side of him. He was still hard as a rock, and his cock glistened with the juices of the two girls he had just dumped a dose of pregnancy juice into. He closed his eyes and tried to find focus. It was hard, literally, to find a place where he wasn’t imagining fucking one or more of the girls, but he finally relaxed enough that his turgid piece of meat began to wilt.
He dressed in his simple skirt and quickly exited the hut. He avoided the other girls and headed into the jungle. Was he losing control, he thought to himself? What was the matter with him, he could hardly keep his mind off sex. What was wrong with him?
He wandered through the sparse jungle, thinking. He looked up at as he heard laughing, a sort of musical laugh. He followed the sound, and found himself in front of a great, old mangrove tree. There sitting on one of the knobby roots was the woman from his vision.
“Jeremy, isn’t it,” her speech was slightly accented, but only slightly. Perhaps an English accent, or maybe Indian, he couldn’t be sure, but for all he knew it could have been Australian. She was neither old nor young, though by Jeremy’s eighteen-year-old standards, that was still older than he was.
She had large, almost pear-shaped breasts, and he could make out the hard, erect nipples through the gossamer white cloth that clung to them. His skin was a light brown, perhaps oriental, perhaps not. He couldn’t tell. Her features were quite lovely, strong cheekbones, thick pursed lips, and sparkling blue eyes, more the blue of the mountain sky than the blue of the sky at sea.
“Jeremy is your name?” she asked again, her thin white shawl wrapped around her waist, just covering her when she stood. But she wasn’t standing, and his eyes traveled up her smooth, golden thighs to the nexus where he could just make out the pouty lips of her slit.
“Jeremy,” she said.
“Yes,” he said, trying to collect himself and bring his eyes away from the woman’s delightful body.
“It is working, then?”
“What is working?”
“I’ll give you another dose or two in a few days, it is a special tea. My mother, like her mother before her, and my great-grandmother, were all doctors like me. We specialized in roots and herbs to cure the sick. Of course, we experimented with other things along the way.
My mother was killed when the pirates attacked our village, and I was away gathering herbs. When I heard the shots, I hurried back to camp. There was nothing I could do, so I slipped aboard their boat and hid until I could safely do something.
“I know nothing about boats, Jeremy. I understand little beyond my roots and herbs. I did, of course, go to school as a child, and later to university, but my studies were limited, and so I am not so worldly as you are.”
She smiled at him, her pink tongue darting out to caress her reddish lips, her hand casually brushing her breast.
“So I saw what you did. You took care of my people. I was unsure of you at first, a young man alone with so many women.”
“Are you an angel or something? Is this a hallucination?”