1. The Island, Chapter 7


    Date: 3/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male/Female, Teen, Voyeurism, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.5, Source: sexstories.com

    God, I seemed to be horny all the time lately! I shook my head at the ridiculousness of the situation, and tucked away my juvenile delinquent of a penis. The rest of the day was spent in relative peace. I couldn’t believe I was actually grateful for a few hours without sex! I organized our limited pharmacy, which more than doubled when Joelle and Falani returned from their hike, toting what seemed like bales of medicinal plants and bark. The friendly coal-black woman, her two children shyly peering at me from behind her, instructed me on some of the uses of the plants she had found. Joelle had a head start, and seemed already to know about most of them. The older Korean gentleman, Do Hun, shuffled up to the fire pit with a string of fish. It seems he had been quietly dipping his line all morning, and had quite a seafood haul to show for it. Everyone gathered to help prepare a meal, with coconuts, breadfruit, a salad of some edible greens collected by Anjali, the Indian woman, and a few small crabs. We were delighted when the hunting team returned with a pig in the middle of our repast. Using sharpened bamboo spears, they had cornered it by some rocks and managed to kill it. The African women, assisted by Horace, volunteered to gut and clean it, evidently having some experience with this process, while others brought food and water to the tired but triumphant returning heroes. I congratulated Mary and the girls, secretly impressed that they had been successful on their first ...
    hunt. Now we had meat for several days. Janie arrived from the plane shortly thereafter. She sat with Joelle and me while she ate and rehydrated. “I think we finally have everything useful off of the plane,” she informed us tiredly. “I will be so glad not to have to scramble or swim out to that damn thing any more.” She gladly accepted my offer of a back rub, and soon was fast asleep on the sand under the shade of a palm. I wandered over to Horace, who was by now working on the infirmary shelter, and volunteered some unskilled labor for the rest of the afternoon. He and I, Patricia, and the hippies finished that project, and made good headway on the second one before knocking off for the day. I checked our patients, two of whom were no longer “inpatient”, having hobbled their way to where their friends were setting up shop. Dkembe was still sleeping soundly in the infirmary, now shaded by the new shelter. I was beginning to wonder if this was more of a psychological withdrawal than a head injury. I had been told he had lost his sister in the crash, and after a terrible night of near drowning in the dark trying to save her, he may have withdrawn into some kind of fugue state. Only time would tell, I guess . I just hoped we could keep his body healthy while his mind was processing the trauma. Danielle was in the middle of the hunters, listening raptly as they breathlessly described the Great Pig-sticking Adventure. She assured me her leg was feeling fine after a little Advil and ...
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