The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 52
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 52 - 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 in the semi-darkness of the command hut. He had worked out a primitive mattress so that he didn’t have to sleep on the hard concrete or the grainy sand. Looking around he saw Rachel and Sara were laying on either side of him, and Anabell was between his legs, nursing his cock. Naomi was apparently out with the plane.
The four of them had arrived toward dark the night before. He had pounded Sara and Rachel first, and then Anabell and Naomi. The girls were all resting for the most part now, and except for the gentle suction on his cock from Anabell’s mouth, there wasn’t a sound. He really wasn’t horny right now, which was good, his head was clear of that nuisance at least.
He pulled Anabell off his cock. She whined slightly, and curled up between the other two women. Jeremy stepped outside. He walked to the hangar where Naomi sat at the large double doors. “I think there is a channel here,” she said.
“We’ll have to dig it out, I guess.”
“Yes, it won’t be easy. This is all sand that has built up over many years.”
“Float it out then?”
“It’s not like we could even think about pushing it, it’s so fucking big, we’d never get it moved. We are lucky it’s in as good a shape as it is.”
“Well, it has wheels I assume?”
“Actually, no, not really, I mean yeah, it has landing gear, but it looks like someone removed them a long time ago, and even if it did have wheels intact, we couldn’t trust the rubber.”
“You figure it would be rotted out?”
“After how many years? I’d expect it to turn to confetti when you touch it.”
“There is still the matter of the spark plugs.”
“I know I’m sure they will turn up sooner rather than later.”
“Do you really think we can make it to Australia?”
“Sure, if we refuel about three times.”
“So we have to find someplace closer?”
“Well, there are places closer. Samoa is a pretty reasonable choice.”
“Could we make it there?”
“Maybe.”
“That doesn’t exactly instill me with confidence.”
“Well, I figure we can make the run together, and leave the girls on the island for a few days to fend for themselves.”
“And if we don’t make it?”
“What are you worried about, Jeremy, we should all be dead four or five times over already.”
“Well you know that was a little bit of luck.”
“No, that was a whole lot of luck.”
“So we are hoping to be lucky again?”
“Well you do seem to be getting lucky a lot lately!”
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned.
“You know, an average guy would cut off his left nut to be in your situation.”
“Yeah until he found out what a pain in the ass it is.”
“Hrhm,” Naomi glared at him.
“Oh I’ll give you a pain in the ass,” he said.
“Oh, I know you will. Anabell is still a dirty bitch, sucking your cock after it had been in my ass.”
“Well, Anabell isn’t exactly normal anymore.”
“No, I suppose she isn’t, really.”
“Hell, are any of us normal anymore?”
“I’m normally horny.”
“Don’t.”
“What, you got that magic stick of yours all ready to fill a girl up again?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Sex? You don’t like sex?”
“Yes, no, I mean, I like sex, and all that it entails, it just seems to me that you women would be fucking other guys and not me if, well, we weren’t here,”
“Well, there probably is something to that, but I am doubtful. Now that they have started fucking you, and know what a wonderful fuck you are, they aren’t about to give it up.”
“You know what I miss the most?”
“What’s that?”
“Cold beer.”
“What, like a Bud light?”
“Well, that would be a start. You know I can almost taste beer, if I think about it hard enough.”
Naomi chuckled. “I know how you feel, I loved those mojitos, you know.