The Island, Chapter 25 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 25

... paddled around, rinsing off the crusted remains of our lovemaking and giving the girls a chance to whiz in relative privacy. Once we were clean and refreshed, we strode ashore through the surf and dried off with the towels we had brought. We dressed for the day, and packing up, headed back to the camp. As we passed the stream and the big pool, several kids already splashing around in it, Joelle stopped us, a serious look on her pretty face. “Hey, before we get back, I just wanted to thank you both for last night. That was pretty special, and I know you worked hard to make me comfortable with it.” “Around you, hard is the only way I work,” I said with a leer, making her blush. “Seriously, it wasn’t much of a chore. You are a wonderful woman and very sexy. We just did what came naturally.” Janie hugged her tightly, and kissed her once on the lips. “You are a very special person,” she said to Joelle with intensity. “I am grateful you are here on this island with us. You can join us any time you want.” She looked at me devilishly. “We don’t even need Dave to have fun.” “Hey!” I groused as Joelle giggled. “That’s sexist and discriminatory! I am registering a complaint.” Janie presented me her middle finger. “Here, talk into the microphone. It goes directly to the complaints department.” I bit it instead, making her jump and Joelle laugh. Then, grabbing my two girls around the waist, I walked them through the remaining trees to the beach. The camp was already in full swing, and ...

... there was quite the buzz over the fact that the chickens had started to lay eggs. One of the hens had been sequestered from the rooster so we could have some unfertilized eggs. The other had been allowed to mate so we could eventually have a flock of chickens. Both hens had laid during the night, and the one in with the rooster seemed to be nesting on the eggs. Those in the know suggested this was a good omen that we would have chicks in three weeks. Some of the castaways seemed a bit dismayed to think that we would still be here in 3 weeks, but the more pragmatic ones among us, myself included, preferred to plan ahead rather than engage in wishful thinking. Regardless, we had a fresh egg from the other chicken. One egg was not much to share among the dozens of people on the island, but it was the principle of the thing: we had a new food source! As the provider of the chickens, I was offered the first egg, but I donated it to Connor, figuring he deserved it more. He opted to have it boiled, and as a consolation prize for me, Gabrielle fed me an appetizer of milky tits in the jungle while the egg cooked. A few minutes later Connor was enjoying his treat, complete with salt, as some brilliant soul had thought to start evaporating seawater so we could have salt on our food. After the rest of us had had our usual breakfasts of fruit, dried meat and fish, and the occasional collection of edible greens, those of us not involved in hunting and cooking duties began a push to erect ...