1. The Island, Chapter 30


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Group Sex, Interracial, Latina, Males / Females, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    into the woods, Sharon on his heels. By this time, the struggling swimmers were just 10 feet from the beach, and were now walking laboriously through the water as they could now touch bottom. The shark was only three or four feet from them when Samantha released the spear with an inhuman shriek. The sharpened bamboo rod flew straight and true, and embedded itself in the predatory fish dead center. The creature began thrashing wildly, more blood staining the water in its vicinity. “Get him!” she screamed, and the entire field hockey team dove into the water, knives, clubs, and spears flailing, and faster than I would have believed possible they had killed the creature. Damn, these girls were serious about their hunting! “Get the shark out of the water, quick!” I heard Horace shout. “If he stays in there long he’ll attract more!” I didn’t think he could make that much noise, I thought hysterically, and then I suddenly had a patient to deal with and I was all business. River staggered ashore, Summer and Jessica on either side of him supporting his arms. He was streaming blood from the back and side of his left thigh, and I directed them to the medical hut, where Joelle had already prepared a space. They laid him down on his side on the covered cushions and I washed the wound with some fresh water. Two crescents of tooth marks riddled his leg, the punctures piercing into the deep subcutaneous tissue but based on the width of the teeth I figured not into the muscle. Blood was ...
    still oozing out, obscuring my view. “Do we have any herbs that are coagulants?” I asked Joelle. She nodded and pawed through some baggies of leaves she had labeled with tape and a marker. “Here. Falani says that’s what they use this for back home.” I ground up a handful of the dried leaves and after once more sluicing the blood off the leg with water, sprinkled them over the holes and pressed a clean cloth over the whole thing. I applied pressure, fairly hard, making River grimace and groan. Summer was at his side, holding his hand. “Hang in there, baby. It’s gonna be OK.” She looked at me, as if to make sure that was true, and I nodded to her. Rodney and Sharon arrived a few seconds later, breathless, and presented me with a steel coffee urn full of clear fluid. Is that the one the terrorist got hit with? I wondered, even as I inspected it. “This is what we’ve got so far,” he said. “Just under two quarts.” I sniffed it doubtfully. “It’s safe for humans?” “Hey, I know my moonshine, Dave,” he said with a sniff. “I spent my whole childhood tending the family still while the other boys were off hunting and fishing. It was the only part of hillbilly life I actually was good at. I poured off the first two ounces; that’s the methanol that evaporates out first. I kept it for fuel if you think we might use it. The rest is nature’s finest white lightning: pure ethanol.” “Good deal. Thanks. Do we have a cup?” I asked Joelle. She produced one from her meticulously organized supplies. I ...
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