The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 70
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 70 - 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
“I figure we have about another month or so before the rainy season starts,” Jeremy said to Naomi, as she tried to get Hope to eat a morsel of fish.
“Its now or never.”
“We could wait till next year.”
“Better we do it now.”
“Your sure your okay with this?”
“As much as I like being here, I could do with an air conditioned house and, well, everything really. Civilization would be nice.””
“I’m coming too,” Sunni said, as her baby, Rain, suckled noisily on her breast.
“That’s fine, but that’s all who’s coming. As much as I want to get everyone off the island, we have to keep the number down till we have a good means of getting people off.”
The two women left their babies in the care of Anabell, who was only too happy to have another baby to suckle her breasts. She had started lactating at three months, and produced copious amounts of milk. She was still a month or so out from having her baby, but of the four babies that had been born, she was often delegated as the nanny to nurse them when the other women went to work on some project.
The girls pulled the plane down the channel and then turned it and it bumped against the beach. Naomi hit the starter on engine one, and it coughed and whined and then caught, and began to roar as the prop caught air. She then fired up engines two and three in succession, and slowly taxied out of the atoll and into open water.
The plane bounced jarringly as it got up to speed, and then slowly, almost impossibly, it gently left the water. Naomi headed west, due west, as best she could, making a slow ascent into the sky.
Jeremy watched the altimeter, calling out every hundred feet they made. Naomi leveled the plane off at two thousand feet and then adjusted the trim so that she didn’t have to handle the controls so much. They headed in the same direction for a few hours. Naomi looked down at the gauges, with everything going just fine.
“I just hope we can land this beast.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” Jeremy laughed. “I don’t think I could handle another crash.”
Six hours into the trip, Jeremy poured fuel from some jerry cans into the fuel tank. They had opted for extra fuel rather than more people, hoping that would get them further. Naomi had also throttled back on two of the three engines so while they were making headway, they weren’t burning nearly so much fuel.
Day turned to night, and Naomi slept while Jeremy watched the instruments. He added fuel again sometime in the night, and a before dawn, Jeremy saw lights on the horizon. And then more lights as dawn broke. He could see the outline of an island, or maybe it was bigger than that. New Zealand, he hoped, or perhaps Australia?
Naomi made a slow turn, lining up into what looked like a harbor and then brought the plane down until it was bouncing on the waves, and then settled on the water, as she taxied it into the harbor. They idled the engines and a small boat came out from the shore to greet them.
“G’day,” the man said “bloody hell, this surely is an antique”
“Could you give us a tow into the harbor?” Jeremy asked.
“Sure. I don’t know where the hell we’ll put you, but we’ll bring you in leastways.”
The small boat strained at first pulling the large aircraft, and then they were moving at last. Naomi had shut down the engines before they had died from lack of fuel.
They heard the hull scrape the soft-sand bottom and then Jeremy jJumped out of the door and took a line that the man had provided and tied it off onto a rock that was jutting out of the water, not ten yards from the surf.
“Oh my god!” Sunni screamed, and leaped out of the plane, thrashing through the surf and onto the beach. She kept running.
Jeremy looked at Naomi in the cockpit and shrugged. Naomi climbed out, and the two of them went first to talk to the man who had greeted them.
They discovered that they were indeed in New Zealand, and that the locals were friendly. Naomi stayed within view of the plane while Jeremy went into town and found a bank. The people inside looked at him like he was a wild man, dressed in a skirt made out of coconut shells and a bag on his shoulder. One of the clerks started to usher him out of the door until he pulled a wad of cash from the bag.
Another man, apparently the bank manager, appeared as if magically summoned, and helped him to a cozy little cubby, then offered him some tea. Jeremy took the tea gratefully, it was the first semblance of anything he had had in ages, as the bank manager counted the notes he had.
“After exchange fee’s...”