The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 40
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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
It was early the next morning, and the rain was still coming down. Jeremy woke to find Tiffany riding his morning wood. Anabell was plowing her pussy with at least two fingers and feeding Tiffany her breast with the other. Jeremy looked up to see the sweet, juicy pussy of Anabell simply dripping with juices. The glistening goo ran down her thighs and several drops had fallen onto his chest.
As he got a sense of where he was, he reached up and grabbed Anabell by her hips and brought her moist, juicy snatch down on his mouth. Anabell let out a low, guttural moan as his tongue touched her parted pussy lips. Her pussy was sweet with a little tang, and her bushy pussy smelled like hot sex.
He licked her from back to front, pausing to suckle on her distended clit. Tiffany ground her hot, sweet pussy on Jeremy’s cock as she watched him eating Anabell.
Anabell collapsed, her legs twitching as her orgasm overcame her and she cried out “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”
Tiffany just kept riding, slow and steady, until Anabell composed herself enough to start licking the other girl’s clit whenever it came into view. Soon Tiffany trembled. “Cum in me,” she moaned. “Fill me with your baby juice.”
That was enough for Jeremy’s already overheated balls. They erupted, a fountain into Tiffany’s fertile valley. Jeremy got up and, after the two girls insisted on licking his cock clean, they let him escape to the cool pouring rain.
Jeremy found his calendar. He had been neglecting it, lately, mostly because he hadn’t had time and hadn’t wanted to go out in the rain. It was, afterall, miserable weather.
He finished what he was doing and started to walk back. There was something ... a smell, or was it a sound? He stopped walking and listened. Sure enough, there it was again. The sound of a diesel engine puttering in the rain echoed across the island. He crept towards the sound.
It was a small boat, maybe 30 feet long, shallow draft, a fishing boat maybe. There were five men on-board. He watched them as they put a boat over the side and three of the men rowed across the water toward the island. They were all armed, soviet style assault rifles.
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