The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 67
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 67 - 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
Amanda walked to the edge of the dock. “Come on, Star just out to that little island out there,” she said, pointing to the small rock island beneath a line of cliffs, covered with trees.
“Isn’t that kind of far?” Star asked.
“It’s only about 100 yards. It’s not far at all, just swim with me, it will be quick.”
Amanda dove in and started swimming. She paused, and looked back to see Star making for the same point of land. She swam slowly, and was soon pacing Star. It took them several minutes to reach the rocky island. Amanda pulled Star up onto the large limestone rocks sticking up from the water in the cove.
“Let’s get some sun and we can talk.”
“About what?”
“Well, Brandon, if you want to?”
Star blushed slightly, “Okay.”
“You like him, don’t you?”
Star nodded. Amanda unhooked the fanny pack that she was wearing. Inside was a bottle of water and suntan lotion. Amanda stood up and unfastened her top and tossed it down beside where Star was sitting. She then peeled down her bikini bottoms. Star looked up at her, shading her eyes against the sun. “Wow,” Star gasped. Amanda sat down on the rocks besides her, smiling.
“Your breasts are beautiful!”
“Thank you,” Amanda said, squirting some lotion onto her hand. She started covering her legs.
“Do you think I’ll look like that?” Star asked, “I mean, have nice boobs like you?”
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t,” Amanda responded.
“Mine are so weird and deformed,” Star complained.
“Nonsense, they are beautiful the way god made them.”
“You think so?”
“Of course.”
“Is it okay if I take off my clothes too?”
“If you want to,” Amanda said, putting lotion on her arms.
“You won’t laugh?”
“Of course not, Star, I’m your friend, and I would never laugh at you.”
“Okay,” Star said, hesitantly untying her top, and letting it fall beside her. She stood and slipped off the thong bottoms, and then sat back down.
“Would you like me to rub some lotion on you?” Amanda asked.
“Oh? Sure I guess.” Amanda squirted more lotion onto her hands and began by applying it to Star’s legs. She slowly worked her way up to the girl’s thighs and then her belly.
“We don’t want this to burn do we?” Amanda asked as the slid her oily fingers over the girl’s smooth slit, gently rubbing the oil into Star’s sensitive flesh. Amanda looked up at Star who had her eyes closed and was lightly biting her lip.
“These too,” Amanda said, putting her hands on Star’s breasts. “These are beautiful, you know?”
“You really think so?
“Oh yes, I love your nipples, so delectable.”
“I thought they were too big for my boobs, and they were kind of ugly and deformed.”
“Oh sweetie, don’t think that you don’t have a lovely body, I know Brandon likes it.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes, Star. I saw him checking you out just before we swam out here.”
“You really think he likes me?”
“Why not, Star?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“You don’t think he’s cute?”
“Well yeah, but I mean, I’m kind of nervous about, you know, kissing and...”
Amanda smiled. “Sometimes you just have to just do it, lean in and steal a kiss. You remind me of the first time Nicole had a boyfriend.
“Nicole was your daughter, right?”
“Yes, she was.”
“Brandon talked about her before. She must have been really nice.”
“She was, she got mixed up with a bad girl, but she was sweet and wonderful and I miss her very much.”
“I’m sorry,” Star said, looking up at the other woman.
“It’s nothing, you had no control of it sweetie, it was a freak plane crash. Would you care to put some lotion on me?”
“Oh sure,”” Star said, getting to her feet. Star started with Amanda’s legs and worked up, “how come yours stick out and mine don’t?” Star asked, as her fingers slipped over Amanda’s slit.
“Every girl is different, just like every boy is different.”
“What do you mean?”