The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 42
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 42 - 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 woke with a start. It was late, later than he normally woke up.
“Good morning, handsome,” Rachel said. “I got you breakfast, nothing really special. Sara sure was mad that she slept through the whole drawing straws thing, but she’s been talking to the girls you brought off the ship. They are making remarkable progress or so I’m told.”
She brought a bit of fruit to Jeremy’s mouth, and as he chewed, she got another. Jeremy didn’t protest, his entire body ached down to the bones. It was an effort just to chew. As the food on the plate disappeared, Jeremy began to feel better. And soon he was feeling like his normal self. He got up and Rachel frowned.
“You were hoping I’d...”
“I was, really, but I understand. Just don’t forget about me, okay?”
“Don’t worry, Rachel, I won’t,” he kissed her and passed out of the door. It was still raining, the sky was gray and the clouds only gave the slightest hint that there was a sun above them.
He walked down the beach to where the fishing boat lay on its side. Jeremy pulled the canoe to the water and paddled out to it. He looked around for things to salvage.
There were two zodiac boats folded neatly and what looked like a fuel tank of gasoline perhaps over 100 gallons. It was hard doing anything on the boat with its deck perpendicular to the ground, and more than half of it was underwater.
He crawled through the hatch and into the inside of the boat as far as he dared. Jeremy found the radio room; the radio was smashed against one side of the cabin in several pieces. He moved into parts of the boat he hadn’t seen the engine room and found it was completely underwater.
Next he moved forward and there were food and water containers he would have to try salvaging, eventually, and a generator which looked like he might be able to get it working. There was an air compressor, which would be handy for the zodiacs.
He pressed on and went into one of the forward corridors, and heard sobbing. He worked the hatch that was locked from the outside, and after a few minutes it groaned and opened. He looked inside and there was a women dressed in a silk blouse and skirt. She said something, and Jeremy shook his head, not understanding. She tried again in a different language.
“English,” he suggested.
“English not good,” she said. “You hurt me?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“I not, what word.”
“I am not going to hurt you. What’s your name?”
“Jalli. I teacher, at school.”
“Jalli, I’m Jeremy.”
“Jeremy, you English?”
“American.”
“Cowboy American?”
“Seems so. Look, come with me and I’ll take you to the others.”
“Others? There are others?”
“Yes, six girls.”
“Oh, Oh!” she said something else that Jeremy didn’t understand but it appeared to be something along the lines of thank god.
“Bad men?”
“All dead.”
“Dead?”
“You know, dead.” He took his finger and ran it across his throat. “Dead.”
“You no make me dead?”
“No!”
“How I be sure?”
“Look, you can either stay here and starve or whatever, or you can come back to camp with the girls and me.”
“You alone?”
“No, there are others.”
“Others not just girls from school?”
“Yes, plane crash survivors.”
“How you dead bad men?”
“Look, I’d love to talk about this with you, but I don’t know how much longer these emergency lights are going to last, and I haven’t found a flashlight.”
“What is flashlight?”
“Look, I’m going, you come, or no?”
“I come,” she got up, and crawled after him, down the corridor to the hatch, where the light was a little bit better. They got outside and climbed into the canoe. He paddled her to shore and then led her to camp. The young girls squealed when she appeared, and gathered around and hugged her.
“Who’s this?” Tiffany asked.
“The school teacher,” Jeremy said.
“Does she speak English?” Tiffany asked again.
“A little bit.”
“Well, that’s better than what we have been dealing with.”
“Her name is Jolly, or something like that,” Jeremy added.
“Fuck, another girl for your harem I have to compete with,” Sara said sourly.
“Sara love, I...”
“No, don’t. I mean, I’m sure all of these girls can’t wait to give up their tight, young pussies to you, and don’t act like you aren’t interested in them, because I know you are.”
“Sara, please. I don’t know these girls, I can’t even speak the same language as them, and I don’t want to have to teach them everything.”
“Oh sure, that’s what all the boys say, but then when they get a chance to have a virgin, they are all super interested,” Tiffany added.
“Look, you girls think whatever you want, I don’t care. Just teach them, and get them helping us with this. With many more mouths to feed, we may need to scrounge on the other island for provisions. The women all glared at him.
“What, do you think I planned this?”
“No, of course you didn’t, Jeremy,” Naomi said. “But it’s going to be difficult having this many grateful women who will soon believe that the only way they can repay you for what you have done is with their bodies.”
“Who told anyone I wanted repayment?”
“But we have to repay you somehow, and this is the only way we can figure to do it,” Sunni said.
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