The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 51
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 51 - 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
Marissa sat down, staring down the barrel of the bottle of wine she had been drinking. She got up and had to pee. She tripped over the pile of bottles in the middle of the room and came crashing to the floor. Picking herself up, she made it to the bathroom. She let out a long, hard stream into the toilet bowl, just as her phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Oh hi Janna ... no, well sure, I’d love to see you, when?”
“No, I can’t go out right now I’ve been, well, you know, since the news about Shannon, I’ve been a wreck.”
“Well, you know, I started crying, and then I started drinking...”
“You’re what? No, I had no idea you were pregnant.”
“No, it’s okay, come on over. Well, I mean, sure, you can come over, the house is a wreck. I sent the servants home and haven’t called them back.”
“No, no, I don’t think I’d be too embarrassed, your Sara was all Shannon would talk about when she wasn’t out running around with Tiffany. They were like the three musketeers.”
“Yes, I know the Musketeers were men.”
“I’m just saying, they were always together.”
“Well, let me call Gloria, I’ll invite her over too, and we can have a nice, long chat.”
“Sure. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“Okay, see you in a bit, then.”
Marissa hurriedly picked up the odd bottles that littered the floor of her house and dumped them into the trash until it was full, then she started a pot of coffee, and also started the tea kettle. While she called Gloria and invited her over, she was just finishing putting all the empty bottles in the trash out back when the doorbell rang. She hurried to get it. Both Gloria and Janna stood on the doorstep.
“Marissa,” Janna said, “is no one here?”
“No, no one, why?”
“Get inside,” Janna replied.
“Why?”
“Well. you’re wearing that gossamer robe and you haven’t a stitch on underneath it,” Gloria replied.
“The neighbors might talk,” Janna added.
“Let the prudish fuckers talk, they can kiss my ass,” Marissa said, and she flung her robe on the front steps and cupped her tits. Then she turned in an arc of the houses facing hers, spread her legs and separated her labia with her fingers, and yelled “Yeah, you like this, fuckers?”
“Come on,” Janna said, pulling her inside.
“Okay,” Marissa replied, picking up her gown and following the other two women through the front door, wiggling her ass as she went.
“Are you okay,” Gloria asked.
“Me, I’m just dandy, can I get you all something to drink?”
“Water would be fine,” Janna said.
“Whatever you have,” replied Gloria.
Marissa led the two other women into the kitchen, where Janna and Gloria took a seat on the stools at the counter while Marissa poured a glass of water for Janna and two glasses of wine for herself and Gloria.
“How are you holding up,” she asked, as she handed them the drinks.
“It’s terrible,” responded Gloria. “Isobel misses her sister, and I miss her terribly too.”
“I miss Sara terribly, and Jeremy too.”
“Isn’t he that poor kid that was always doing work around your house?” Marissa asked.
“Yes, he was,” Janna responded, looking away.
“He was quite the looker. I wouldn’t have minded if he came and cleaned my pool, or fixed my leaks,” Marissa joked.
“He seemed quite nice, very polite, and well mannered,” Gloria added.
“Yes,” Janna said.
“So did your husband and you start after?” Gloria asked Jana, who looked suddenly very guilty of something. “Oh. It’s not your husband’s baby?”
“Of course it is,” Janna managed not to convincingly.
“Who was it then,” Marissa asked. “Does he have a big cock? Something long and thick to scratch your itch?”
“I’m, it was my husband, and it’s a nice size,” she stumbled.
“Don’t bullshit us,” Gloria said, “word on campus is that your husband is hung like a bic pen, not very long, and well, not impressive.”
“You can tell us Janna, we’re your friends,” Marissa added.
“Well, if you must know, he is very well endowed. I can barely get him down my throat on the times that I--”
“Oh no, you have to tell us everything,” Marissa said.
“Yes, tell” Gloria said.
“Fine, if your going to be like that, I mean, can’t I keep just one little secret?”
“It’s not so little a secret,” Marissa said, rubbing Janna’s now slightly, swollen belly.
“Okay then, but you have to promise me you’ll never tell.”
“You can trust us,” Gloria said.
“Ditto,” responded Marissa.
“It was Jeremy. It took me months. This was while he was still in school. Hhe would come by and mow the lawn, trim the hedges, and...”
“I wouldn’t mind if he trimmed my hedges,” Gloria said.
“Maybe just a little water on mine,” Marissa responded, spreading her legs and rubbing her fingers over the baby smooth skin between her legs.
“You two stop or I’m not going to tell the story.”
“Why don’t we go out to the pool and catch some sun and chat?” Marissa suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” Gloria said.
“You know damn well we didn’t bring suits,” Janna snapped.
“It’s a private yard and if you’re going to be prudish like that you can borrow,” Marissa quipped.
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