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Chapter 5 - Fresh water
I lay there, covered in my sweat, her sweat, and both of our juices (she had been on top, most of the time), thinking about what to do next (not that, about next thing to do in setting up for a long wait to be rescued).
Mary sits up, turns to me, and says "Thank you for taking over. The others may not know it, but so far you have started to save all of us and please keep doing what you are doing. Now throw on a pair of shorts, to keep you from being dragged into the woods for some unknown or nefarious reason, and l let's go see if they have gotten off their asses."
"Yes ma'am, but it seems they were picked up off the beach by one of those women you have been warning me about."
"Well, there is nothing in here for either of us to wear, so I guess we'll just have to boldly go in our current outfits and find them, or at the worst, request them back" With a smile and a hardy laugh.
"You are correct, they have already seen me dressed this way and even seen you use the convent handle that was available at that time." I said, with a smile.
"No time like the present, though I think we need to hit the water to clean up."
"I agree, though I have to admit, I'm not standing as proud as before, mostly because of your doing. So, my dear, care to lead the way?" I say, with a small bow.
"Yes sir, I'll lead the way, proudly, as I've just had the best fuck of my life and I feel like strutting, even if I'm bow legged." With that statement, she rises and heads for the door.
I get up and follow meekly, with my equipment hanging low but with a grin on my face. As we walk down to the shore, we wave at the ladies in the shade. They wave my pants back at me with a round of laughter.
Mary and I dive into the shallow water and start to wash each other off, laughing as we splash each other. More laughter as we play slap and tickle in the light surf. After getting most of the sweat and other stuff off each other, we stand up and walk out of the water towards the giggling mob in the shade.
"Give me my pants and one of the MRE's. I'm hungry after all that exercise." I accepted my pants from one of the ladies, slipped them on, just in time to catch the MRE envelope of food tossed at me.
I tear it open, take out the main bag, drop it into the heater pouch, add a little water from an open can of water and set it down to heat. Taking the envelope of drink flavoring, I pour it into the water can, then settle down into the shade and open the crackers.
The ladies watched me, fascinated by what I just did. Looking up, I noticed the heating pouches were tossed to the side.
"Didn't you heat the MREs up. Well, they are edible cold but almost taste good when heated."
"Why didn't you tell us how to do it?" Janet asks.
"This morning, you all acted as if you didn't need my help. I told you about the heaters when I tossed the packets out. So, instead of showing you how to use them, I just gave them to you, figuring that you would at least read the instructions."
"OK, now while Mary and I took care of the crew, did any of you find fresh water?"
"We counted the water in the raft and found that we had enough for 10 days for the 7 of us. So, we decided to stay here. We did spell HELP in palm leaves on the beach over there. Gathered wood, started the fire and piled all the stuff you tossed out in the shade."
"That all sounds good, but I wonder what you will think when the salt water is caked on your skin, in any or all your crevices and starts to dry out your lovely skin. Also, your clothes will be soaked in salt water, as well as your towels and your bedding, scratching you as you dry off or sleep. Well, I think that at this point, Mary and I will just settle down and rest."
"Why didn't you tell us about all that?" Janet asks, a bit weaker.
"I never expected to have to tell all of you why I made those suggestions. If you cannot figure it out for yourself, maybe ask a question or two. At this point, I need to ask this. Where are you all going to the toilet?"
"As if it is any of your business, we just go into the woods, wherever we want to."
"Have you ever heard of cholera or dysentery? They are an infection of the lower intestine, transmitted by water, infected by human waste. Shitting anywhere you want, could end up giving those diseases to each and every one of us. I suggest that we find a freshwater source and then make sure our latrine is far from it. Then we could also get a nice freshwater bath. So, unless you have any objections, maybe we should do what I suggested earlier today. I think that there are good reasons to do it. I am going to head up to the beach and see what I can find. If anyone would like to, they can join me on my walk. We also should send an expedition the other way, to see what they can find. For all we know, this island may be inhibited, and we are already rescued."
With that said, I turn and head away from the crash site.
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you." I hear from behind me.
Turning around, I see Maxie stand up and turning her head she says "Ann, follow". With that she starts toward me, with Ann running to catch up.
I stopped to wait for them. Maxie walks up to me, with Ann stopping a few steps behind and assuming what to me looked like the military position of parade rest. I turn and start walking, with Maxie next to me and Ann following behind.
"You know" I hear Maxie say, "We could make this a very interesting and fun walk."
Looking over at her, I say "Sounds interesting, but right now I would like to find some fresh water and maybe get a bath."
I hear a giggle and Maxie say, "That could be a lot of fun too."
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Chapter 6 - a bath
As we walked down the beach, I noticed that it was curving to the right and if the plane's wing had not hit that rock, we had had slid into the small bay, and probably sunk, losing everything. We were lucky.
As we turned the corner, I noticed a small stream flowing across the beach into the bay. Walking down to the stream, I saw that it was flowing out of the woods. Turning there and following it, I see that it flowed from a small lake. On the other side was a cliff with a waterfall dropping in to the lake. There were some palm tree logs in the water, but there was also a sandy beach running around the edge of the lake.
Walking on the sandy edge, over to the beach, I leaned down and tasted the water. It was cool, clear, and fresh. Looking back at the ladies following me, I shrugged my shoulders, and dropped my pants, figuring they had already seen everything. Then, nude I walked out into water and fell backwards, with my arms spread to wash the salt off of me.
Surfacing, I say to the ladies with me, "Come on in, the waters fine."
Maxie turns to Ann and says "Strip, then remove my clothes before you can join him, but remember I get to fuck him, not you."
Ann immediately starts to remove her top, revealing a nice set of breasts and then her pants, showing that she had no pubic hair. Turning to Maxie, she pulls her T-shirt over her head and then goes down on her knees to pull her pants down. Stepping out of the pants, she shows that she is not a true blonde and as Ann folds the clothes, Maxie walks down into the water.
I am watching all of this, as I float on my back in the cool water, with a semi hard cock standing up out of the water. Maxie wades deeper into the water and heads over to me.
Looking down at my cock, with a predatory look on her face, she asks "Is that for me to play with?"
"It's there, it seems, for any of you to play with. It also appears that it is now time for you and what I think is your little submissive. Not that I have any complaints about the amount of sex I have been getting, but I would like to be, sometimes involved in the decision-making process. Now, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought I'd have my sub here give you a blow Job and then after you recover, I fuck you until I walk as bow legged as Maria did this morning. Does that meet with your approval?"
"I am inclined to go along with your plans, but does Ann there have any say so?"
"No, she does not. She just does whatever she is told to do, such as after she gets you off, she will get me off, while you recover enough to get that beautiful cock into me. As you see, her job for me, is to prepare my partner or myself to have sex. If she does it good enough, in my judgment, I will let her cum. If she does it badly, she will have to keep practicing until I judge that she is doing what I require effectively correct, then she will be allowed to cum. Again, it's my choice, as any and all orgasms that she has, are mine to control."
"She agrees to this?"
"More than that, this is what she lives for. Enough of this, Ann gets to sucking him, now."
"Yes, Mistress" she answers as she reaches for my cock.
"Don't I have any say in this?"
"Not really, you are about to get off two or more times, by two beautiful women, depending on how good you are. Isn't that enough?"
"I'm not sure it is enough" I say, looking down at the hard appendage below. "I do think my cock has a mind of its own, and it definitely wants to play. So why not, I cannot remember when, if ever, I've turned down a blow job, let alone a fuck by such beautiful lades." With that, I flop onto my back, spread my legs, and put my hands behind my head.
Looking down, between my legs, I watch as Ann moves into a position between my knees and leans in to lick the length of my cock. Her hand then reaches in and cups my balls, as she takes the shaft into her mouth. Sucking now, she slides my cock deep into her throat, until her nose is in my pubic hair. Holding it there, she starts to hum, causing my whole cock to vibrate. Then she starts to pull the cock out, sucking as it moves, until just the mushroom head is between her lips. Then back deep into her throat, her head bobbing as she fucks her face with my cock. I just lay back and enjoy as I receive the best professional blow Job in my life. I am now lost in the feelings and have no idea of the passage of time, just the movement of her lips, her tongue, and her mouth, until I explode deep in her throat, pumping my cum into that willing mouth. She stops and swallows everything I shoot and keeps sucking for more. As I finish, and start to shrink, she continues to lick, fondle and suck until I actually start to become hard again.
Turning from my cock, she sees her Mistress laying on her back on the hard sand of the beach. Maxie is up on her elbows watching Ann service my cock and her hand is between her legs, knuckle deep in her pussy. Her thumb is circling her clit. "Over here, put that tongue to work on me now." I hear her say. The wonderful mouth comes off my cock with a pop and I watch as it dives into the wide-open snatch. I lay there, stroking my semi hard cock and watch as Maxie hips start to bounce from the furious attack of that wonderful tongue that had been wrapped around my cock just minutes before. Maxie falls back and her hips bounce against the face of her submissive as she cums with a shutter.
"Out of the way, I'm now ready to get fucked, it is now my turn." I hear Maxie say as a hand replaces mine, with a slap. I just lay there, on my back as a hand takes a hold of my cock and guides it into a warm, wet pussy. Settling down, it slides deep into her, and the sides grip my cock even harder that the sucking mouth of just a few moments before. Using her legs, she now fucks herself with my cock. I thrust as best as I can, but she is setting the timing for her orgasm, with anything for me just a side effect.
My hands reach up and cup her bouncing tits, while catching her nipples between my fingers and pulling on them. "Harder, pinch harder damn it" I hear as the slapping of our hips picks up pace and her cunt clamp down for her second of many orgasms.
I am now lost in the grip of this pussy; time slows down as I pump into that wonderful pussy until I explode into her and pass out.
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Chapter 7 - Do we move camp?
Walking back to the wreck I noticed that the tide was coming in. It covered a little over halfway to the tree line, so with a storm surge it could get in among the trees. I figured that we should find higher ground before the next storm hits, if only to have a safe place to escape to.
As we walk, I talk with Ann and Maxie "I have an idea of how to get the ladies motivated to move to the lake, which I think is a safer spot than the beach. I do not know if you noticed, but the storm surge did not get into the fresh water there. If only because of that, we should move there."
Maxie answers "I agree with that, but I also think you should be in charge. It is not because you are male, but because you are the only one thinking ahead, not just sitting on your ass, waiting to be saved. So do what you have to, I'll support you and I know Ann will also."
"I definitely agree, so let's just keep quiet and see what happens." Says Ann.
We walk on for a while until Ann catches up with me. "Sir, may I talk with you?" Ann asks, in a voice that is small, and her head is down.
"Does your Mistress know you are asking to talk to me?"
"Yes Sir, I asked her before we started back. She doesn't know what I'm going to talk about but can probably guess. "
" OK then, what did you want to talk about?"
"Mistress is in charge of my orgasms and I always have to get her permission to cum. My agreement with Mistress is I am allowed to have at least one or more orgasms each week. Mostly they are self-induced, sometimes Mistress gives it to me (She is bi, if you have not figured it out) and maybe, when she is feeling generous, she will let me cum with a dick in me. Though it is usually in my mouth or my ass. What I am asking from you is, could you ask my Mistress if you could fuck me until I cum? I don't care what hole you use, but I'd love it, if your choice was to be my cunt (I'm not allowed to call it my pussy, that's too nice of a description for her toy)."
"I'd love to fuck your cunt until you cum, maybe more than one cum."
"Oh, Sir, I would love you too, and maybe more than one hole. I know I would enjoy doing a 'round the world' with you and I'd enjoy being fucked and have you cum in all three holes, during the same fuck fest."
"I'll ask her when I get a chance. Do the other girls know you are Maxie's submissive?"
"Oh, yes. There are a couple of other Bi's in the group, and I've enjoyed being used by them, but right now I want, no need a dick in me, especially in my cunt."
"I understand and I will ask."
"Thank you, Sir."
"No thanks are necessary, I know it will be my pleasure, and I hope it will be yours also."
"Oh, I know it will Sir, I'm wet just thinking about it."
At this point we had arrived at the palm leaves HELP sign, though the lower half had floated away and it now looked like UCI D. I started to think it needed to be put higher, maybe in a field or on top of the wing, maybe even both.
Walking on, I came to the girls, still sitting on the sand underneath the wing.
"Ladies, you should probably move back further and also move the fire and food packets back."
"Why" inevitably asks Janet.
"Because of the storm surge. The cyclone is still spinning out there, so the tides are running high. It will probably reach the tree line, if not further and I would not like to lose the food or have to try and start the fire with wet wood, again."
"We seem to be positioned OK; the water did not reach here last night." Answers Janet.
"Well, you may be right, but if you don't mind, I'm going to take a few steps, just in case" With that, I went over and picked up a case of MRE's and carried them into the life raft. After I dropped them, I returned to the plane and removed more MRS's and put them among the trees. I then, using the attached ropes, tied the raft to the palm trees around it. At this point, I decided that I should prepare for the worse, not that I was expecting it, and moved into the raft anything that could be useful. Flashlights, additional towels from the plane, medical supplies, anything small but usable (scissors, tweezers, etc.) and all of the books available (you never know when you will need to pass the time and reading is a great way).
I then went to the plane with Maria and throwing a tarp over the cargo, we tied it into place. There was too much usable stuff to lose it to laziness and ignorance of the ladies. I was also worried that if the storm changed track again, we could get hit by the outer edge. I had learned, the hard way, that precautions should be taken (the reason you should carry condoms, speaking of which, I was hoping the ladies were on the pill).
Stepping back outside, the tide had come in further and put out the fire. The ladies were still under the wing and below high tide make.
"You should move, ladies."
They laughed at me, so I shrugged my shoulders and sat under the trees to eat my warm stew, as the ladies ate theirs and we all watched the sun set, behind the darkening clouds.
After dark, Maria and I climbed into the secured raft and snuggled in together. Maxie and Ann joined us, snuggling in their own way, the rest of the ladies settled down under the wing. As the night wind rocked the raft, and I wondered if had done enough as I fell asleep between the breasts of a beautiful woman.
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