Chapter 40

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.

Pirates then, Jeremy thought to himself. This was a big problem. He ran as fast as he could to the camp. He literally dragged a protesting Anabell and Tiffany out of their hut, and then pulled Naomi and Nicole out.

“Pirates,” Jeremy breathed, and as he made the words out, it seemed like it was achingly slow. “They are coming now. Run to the base and hide.”

“But Jeremy,” Tiffany said.

“Shut up, go with Naomi and Nicole, get the others and go. Go fast.”

The girls quickly gathered and were soon running down the forest path.

The men said something as they approached. It was unintelligible to Jeremy. Tagalog, or perhaps Indonesian. It was hard to tell.

He crouched in the brush near the camp and watched. It had only been a few minutes. The men sifted through the camp, examining everything, talking to each other. Jeremy felt that maybe one of them he could handle, but two he had no chance with, especially with guns.

The pulse was pounding in Jeremy’s head and he knew he was breathing too loudly, but the men kept to their business once they had explored the camp. One of the men rolled a metal drum up to the mouth of the cave and they used a hose to fill it with water. Both of them carried the drum back to the beach. One stayed ashore as the other two went back to the ship.

There was loud talking and then the boat came back to the beach, this time with four of the five people on board. That left one on the boat and four on the shore, assuming there were no more below decks. Jeremy weighed his options, and cautiously moved to where he could see both the men and the boat. He waited as the four men went towards the camp.