The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 54
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 54 - 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 had used stakes and string to mark out where he thought the trench was supposed to be. The girls had been digging at it for a while, and in the mean time, he had pulled one after the other into his hut and had his way with them, first Naomi, then Sunni, Anabell, Sara, and finally Rachel. He was feeling fairly sated even though he found it quite erotic to watch the five women trying to suck his cock cream out of each others slits.
The rain hadn’t stopped since it had started nearly two weeks ago. Without proper shovels and buckets the girls were having a tough time digging out the trench. The wet sand was like concrete, and as soon as they removed some, more would fill in.
Jeremy had noticed some progress, at least there was a slight indentation where the girls had been digging. This was going to take weeks, he decided. In the meantime, however, he had been watching the weather and it really didn’t look as if there would be a break in the rain anytime soon. Sure, an hour or two where the sun would come out, but the rest of the time, it was wet and miserable. It was starting to grate on his nerves and he had seen one of the girls snap at another more than once. He needed to come up with a distraction.
He retreated to the shelter of a palm grove. The rain was still coming down, and it made trying to move the sand a lot like trying to break up cement with a tack hammer. He tried to relax, listening to the sounds of the drops on the palm leaves, the distant roll of thunder. He closed his eyes, and he was suddenly very tired.
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