The Plane Crash - Book II
Copyright© 2018 by CrackedJaguar
Chapter 44
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 44 - 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
On his way to check his calendarn Jeremy heard someone retching. He walked over to find Anabell on her knees.
“Well, it looks like you got the pregnant bug,” he said cheerfully.
“No one said anything about being miserable. I’m all cold and clammy and I’m puking ruuu,” she threw up again. “I’m puking my guts out.”
“It will pass or at least it’s supposed to. Just make sure you eat enough.”
“Eat. Who can think of eating when I feel like this?”
“Oh, you’ll be hungry soon enough, hun.”
“Fuck me.”
“I think that’s what led to this situation...”
“Oh god, do you have to make jokes while I’m suffering?”
“It’s the only way,” Jeremy chuckled and walked down the path to mark the calendar. He arrived back in camp a little while later.
“How can you be pregnant and I’m not showing any signs, bitch?” Tiffany yelled at Anabell.
“It’s not my fault I’m fertile and you’re not?”
“Yes, it is bitch. You took all the good cum. We were supposed to be pregnant together, remember?”
“So what I’m supposed to tell those swimmers, to hold on a minute and wait for Tiffany?”
Jeremy laughed. Tiffany glared at him. “How come you got her pregnant and not me?”
“You may very well be pregnant, Tiff. Some women just don’t suffer like others. You may not feel any nausea or throw up at all. I guess we will know in a few months when you start showing?”
“You mean I could still be pregnant?”
“Of course you could.”
“Really?” Tiffany beamed.
“Really,” Jeremy said, “now stop fighting, if your not pregnant in a few months we can try again until you are.”
“Okay, Jeremy?” Tiffany said, smiling brightly. Jeremy walked around the camp checking on the girls, seeing how everything was going. Naomi was working on building a few more huts, though materials were scarce.
Then again, the rain hadn’t let up. The girls seemed to be fairly happy about working out in it, though they would often congregate around the fire to dry off for an hour or two. Still, everything got done. Jeremy found himself sitting on a rock at the edge of camp.
“Jermi?” Jalli asked, “I was talking to girls.”
“Yes?” Jeremy said, looking at the breakers crash on the reef.
“They say you have thing in there.” She pointed to Jeremy’s groin.
“I should hope so. I am a man.”
“They say it this big,” she said, holding her hands about a foot apart.
“Do they now?”
“Yes, I did not know they that big. Husband, he have thing maybe this big,” she said, holding the last digit of her thumb”
“I’m sorry,” Jeremy said.,
“I would like to see? Girls could be lying, no good.”
“Ah well, I would have to say you’re going to have to ask Rachel. She is my woman this week.”
“Ah, I be woman this week too?”
“Talk to the girls, Jalli.”
“But it your thing, you can...”
“Yes Jalli, it is mine, but to be fair to all the women here, we take turns, at least until they are all knocked up.”
“What knocked up?”
“Pregnant, baby?”
“Oh, you make baby with all girls?” she said, her eyebrows rising. “You make baby with Jalli, also good, strong baby.”
“Dear god,” he said to no one in particular, “Jalli, go and talk to Nicole and Rachel and see what they say.”
“Okay,” she said. “You put big thing in Jalli and make baby with her.”
After Jalli retreated, Jeremy lay on the rocks for a while, sunning himself. He moved into the shade and after a few minutes, four of the six newer girls approached him.
“I am Mi,” apparently the spokesman of the group, “before you talk to Channa.”
“Yes Mi,” he said, trying not to guess what was on these girls’ minds.
“We hear fight with others. Jalli want make baby with you. You make baby with her?”
“I don’t know,” Jeremy said.
“You like Jalli? She make good baby with you.”
“I like her just fine.”
The girls jabbered among themselves and then the spokesgirl said, “If you make baby with Jalli, you make baby with Leehi.”
“No I don’t think so,” Jeremy replied.
“You not like Leehi?”
“I don’t even know Leehi.”
“Oh, this Leehi,” she said, pulling one of the taller, prettier girls forward.