Young Daisy is stranded on an island with five men.
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The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.
"We have to get out of here now," shouted the pilot, whose name was Gaston, as he attempted to open the door. One of the passengers helped him.
The pilot climbed out of the leaning aircraft and reached down into the cockpit and helped Daisy first and then each of the four male passengers climb out. "Jump into the water," he said. "The plane is going to tip." Daisy and the men jumped clear of the aircraft into the deep water surrounding the coral head. The pilot was the last to jump and when he did, the airplane tumbled over, ending upside down in the water and slowly sinking until only one wingtip was exposed."Can everyone swim?" asked Gaston of his five passengers floating in the water. After a chorus of affirmatives, he turned around to survey the nearby island. "The beach is 200 meters away. Can you make it? Kick off your shoes. And maybe your clothes."
The six people began to swim, shedding water-logged clothing and shoes as the difficulty of making progress in the heavy swells became apparent. Daisy was a strong swimmer. She suppressed a feeling of panic but remained close to the group to ensure that nobody needed help. When she made it to the beach all the men were there, lying exhausted on the sand. She made a point of walking out of the water onto the sand, but she was breathing hard.
One of the men sat up, looked at Gaston and said sarcastically, "Nice job, We get a bonus today. A visit to an island not on our itinerary." He extended his hand to Daisy who was standing beside him. "Hi. I'm Ben."
She took his hand. "I'm Daisy." She was suddenly conscious that she was wearing only a stretch bra and panties and they were wet and transparent, leaving little to the imagination.
"I'm thirsty," said another man, getting to his feet. He looked at Daisy and they shook hands. "I'm Sam. Do you suppose there's any water on this island?"
"That could be a problem," she answered. She turned to Gaston who was sitting on the sand. "How long are we going to be here?"
"I don't know. We're not on the usual flight paths." He spoke English with a French accent.
"They'll look for us when we don't arrive. Won't they?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Sam interjected incredulously. "Surely they will. You filed a flight plan? Didn't you?"
"No."
"You didn't? You fucking idiot. Nobody knows about this flight?"
"Nobody."
"Why? Are you a drug smuggler earning a little extra money taking on passengers?"
"I didn't file a flight plan. Leave it at that."
A balding Douglas got up from the sand, and stood nose to nose with the pilot. "Do you mean that nobody knows where we are? We could be here for months!" He extended a hand to Daisy. "I'm Douglas. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Even in these circumstances." He smiled. Daisy took his hand. He sounded like he was English.
The fourth of the passengers stood up and shook hands with Daisy. He was youthful, handsome, long-haired and about nineteen years old, her age, and his name was Kevin. He spoke with an American accent. "Ben, Sam, Douglas, Kevin, and the pilot, Gaston." She reviewed the names in her head.
All four male passengers and Daisy were now standing in a circle, the men shouting at the pilot, Gaston, who responded with a Gallic shrug.
Ben sat down on the sand. "We need to find some water." He was handsome and in his mid-thirties.
"Let's move into the shade and see if we can figure this out," said Douglas, the eldest of the group. He had the air, even clothed only in underpants, of prosperity and leadership. A grove of coconut palms was only a few yards away and the group moved into their shade. Gnats swarmed around their heads.
"Water is the first problem."
"There's lots of coconuts. How much water is in a coconut?" asked Sam.
"A cup or two," said Daisy. "If the coconut is green."
"How do you know that?" Douglas asked Daisy.
"I was born in Tahiti. I'm half-Polynesian. But I've lived in the United States since I was 10 years old." The men all appraised her. She was of average stature with long, thick black hair that spilled down over her shoulders reaching almost to her bra. The dark of her nipples and pubic hair showed through her bra and panties. Her breasts were small. Her skin was a light brown color and uniform from head to toe. She had a few freckles on her nose, her teeth were sparkling white, and her face had a permanent smile framed by thick lips. She was a pretty girl with a touch of the exotic.
"It's going to take a lot of fucking coconuts to keep us alive," said Sam. "I don't suppose there's any chance there are people on this island."
"There used to be. Pearl fishermen may come here occasionally," said Gaston.
"Bugger," said Sam. He sounded like an Australian and had the solid thick build of a rugby player. He had a big smile and an ugly face.
"Let's focus on the priorities," said Douglas. He was standing. The others were sitting on the sand or on the trunk of a fallen coconut tree. "Does anybody have any idea about how to find fresh water?"
Gaston spoke up. "There's fresh water a few feet below the surface as you move away from the beach. The islanders dig shallow wells. Maybe we can find an old one." Gaston had the seedy, debauched look of a long-time islander, probably one who had fled France to avoid some unpleasantness, probably one who drank more than he should have. Unlike the others he had kept his flowered shirt on while swimming to the beach.
"Why don't you and I go look for one? How big is this island? Do you know?"
"Maybe five kilometers long and half a kilometer wide. I fly this way occasionally."
"Can we salvage anything from the plane?" asked Ben.
"Maybe, but the water's too rough to swim out there now. Any divers here?" Douglas asked.
"I've done a little," said Sam. "Tough job getting to the plane."
"Maybe when it quiets down you can find a coconut log and float out there and see if you can salvage something." He turned to Daisy. "I saw that you're a strong swimmer. Maybe you can help?"
Sam responded. "Fuck yeah, Daisy. Maybe we can find Gaston's dope. Get high. And then die. No water. No food."
Daisy looked apprehensively at Sam. His cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts. She turned away from the sight. "I'll be glad to help," she said. He looked down and shoved his cock back under cover.
Two hours later, Daisy was gathering coconuts and Ben, who was British, and Kevin, the American, were cracking them open and drinking coconut milk when Douglas and Gaston returned. "Gaston found an old well," Douglas announced. "The water is brackish, but drinkable. We also found plantains and taro and a plantation of breadfruit trees, so we won't starve either." They all clapped enthusiastically. "But," he added, "We need to find a way to cook. Who knows how to make fire?"
After a long pause, Kevin raised his hand. "I was a boy scout. I know the theory, although I've never made a fire. But I'll try."
"We need to catch fish also. How are we going to do that?"
That was Ben asking. Daisy looked at him. "Ben, your leg is bleeding. What happened?"
Ben looked down at his calf. "I scraped it on the coral when we getting out of the plane. It's a minor wound."
"There's no such thing as a minor coral wound. They get infected and take forever to heal. We need to treat it."
"You know this?"
"Yes, I'm a nurse. Well, almost a nurse. I learned about coral cuts from my mother. Her name was Taina. Gardenia flower."
"We have no medicine."
"Let's wash it out with sea water. And then we'll bandage it to protect the wound from gnats and flies and sand."
"What do we use for a bandage?" Ben asked.
She looked around. "We could tear up Gaston's shirt."
Douglas interjected, "No, let's save the shirt. It's our best piece of cloth. Use somebody's underwear." He looked around. "All right, mine." He stripped off his boxer shorts and tossed them to Daisy. "I think we're going to get used to seeing each other naked. Might as well start now."
"Well, mate," said Sam. "I'll join you and preserve my underwear for better uses than covering up my tally whacker." With that he pulled off his boxer shorts and hung them on a nearby bush.
"Let's all go commando. Except for you, Daisy," said Kevin.
Daisy shrugged. "I'm not special. There's latex in my bra. It might be useful for something." She unhooked the catch, pulled the straps over her shoulders, and put it on the bush along with the men's underwear. Then, she pulled off her panties and added them to the bush. The men all watched her. "Now, Ben, let's tend to that leg," As she and Ben walked to the edge of the lagoon, she added, "Fucking gnats," swishing them away from her naked body with her hand.
Sunken Treasure.
The next morning the sea was calm. Sam and Daisy, the best swimmers, planned to go to the submerged airplane and salvage what they could. The found a coconut log on the shore, put it in the water, and pushing it in front of them swam to where the airplane was stuck on the coral rock. Looking back Daisy thought to herself, "We're a long way from land."
Sam kept up a steady stream of good-natured profanities as they hung onto the log. "Fucking log, fucking ocean!"
When they reached the coral rock they pulled the log onto it. They walked gingerly on the rock which was sharp and hurt their bare feet. At high tide the rock was under water. Sam was staring down through the water at the airplane, clearly visible in the clear water, his bare, white bottom shining in the sunshine. "Well, the door is only five feet under water. I'll go down first and see what I can find."
Daisy looked at the submerged airplane. It was caught on the coral rock. Below and beyond were the deep blue depths of the Pacific Ocean. She shivered and felt a tingle of fear run up her spine.
Sam jumped into the water, pointed his head downward, and paddled to the closed door of the Cessna. He tugged on the door and managed to open it. He let loose of the door and it closed. His breath exhausted, he came back to the surface. "I'm going to open the door and go inside the cockpit. I need you to come down in one minute to open the door because I'm not sure I can open it from inside. Understand?"
"I understand."
Sam took a deep breath and dove into the water. He pulled the door of the plane open and glided inside the cockpit. The door slammed shut behind him. Daisy counted to sixty and then slipped into the deep water, breast-stroking downward to the handle of the door and pulling it open. Sam came out of the cabin in a rush and rose to the surface, his two hands full.
She followed him to the surface. He climbed up on the coral rock and gave her a hand to climb on after him. "Look what I found," he said excitedly, trying to catch his breath. "Tools." He unrolled a cloth pouch and within was a collection of wrenches and screwdrivers. And a knife!
"And look at this." He held up a small backpack. "A parachute under the pilot's seat. That fucking Gaston had a parachute for himself. And none for his passengers. It will be useful as rope and cloth. We can make you some knickers."
Daisy laughed. "There are better uses for the cloth than knickers." Despite herself she glanced downward at Sam's pubic area. He had a large, long cock and pendulous testicles. He wasn't circumcised.
"You couldn't resist a look, could you?"
She was embarrassed and giggled. "My turn," she said. "Same routine. Come down and open the door for me in a minute." She jumped into the water and paddled downward, pulled the door open with some effort, and glided inside the cabin. It was claustrophobic. She fought back fear as she poked her hands around the seats in the cabin.
The airplane shuddered and tilted more onto its side. "Oh, no," she thought. "I have to get out of here."
Through the window in the clear water she could see the depths below. Before she could get to the door, there was another shudder, and she felt the airplane break loose from the rock and float downward, falling, deeper. She tried to open the door to the cabin but the weight of the water held it tightly shut. She was running out of breath. The airplane was falling through the darkening water, the pressure on her ears and her nose was intense, and suddenly, the cabin door was open and there was Sam holding the door open for her, and she stroked out of the airplane, her lungs bursting, and propelled herself upward, side by side with Sam, and they hit the surface together, he holding her tight as she convulsed and tried to gulp air into her tortured lungs.
Sam took her hand and pulled her toward the coral rock and when she reached it she sat down on the sharp rock and leaned over to cough up water as Sam held her suspended over the abyss where the airplane had been. Slowly, her rasping breath returned to normal.
"Thanks," she said. "I thought I was dead."
"I thought you were going to be dead. We were lucky." He turned to face her and looked her over. "Hey, you're bleeding." He was looking down between her legs where blood droplets were mixed in with the water.
She laughed. "It's my period, silly boy."
"Yuck," he said. He held out his hand. "Mates?" They bumped fists. "Well, our expedition wasn't a total failure. We have a parachute, a knife, a pair of pliers, and a few wrenches and screwdrivers. We're not going back empty handed."
They eased into the deeper water, each at one end of their log, and pushed and pulled their way back to the beach where the other four men were sitting, watching, in the shade of the coconut palms.
Weeks Later.
Three weeks later and the five men and Daisy were still on the island. Not an airplane, nor a ship nor a sail, not a single sign did they see that they were not the last six people on the earth. They had enough food to eat and water to drink but desperation was just below the surface and its companion, rage, was breaking out.
None of them wore any clothes. The underclothing each of them possessed was tied up in a bundle, sheltered from the rain and protected from insects, saved for their day of rescue, should it come, when they could put on their garments and greet their rescuers in less than complete nudity.
Each had settled into a role. Douglas was the self-appointed leader. He spoke a cultured English; he was 53 years old, with a ring of gray hair around a bald head and the gaunt, knotty body of a dedicated runner. He chaired occasional group meetings, standing while the others sat in the shade of coconut palms. He turned round and round to address each of them during those meetings and Sam had christened him the "swinging cock." Douglas was the shelter boss, as he called himself. He built a small hut under which all six crowded into at night to sleep.
Ben, 40 years old was tall, slender, and soft-spoken. He had recovered from his coral wound and he and Douglas were the gatherers of food and cooks for the group. They walked several hundred yards to the center of the island every day and gathered plantains, dug taro roots, and knocked breadfruit out of trees. Ben was the cook. Lacking any utensils, roasting on the fire was the only cooking method. Charred breadfruit, plantains and taro roasted in pandanas leaves, and coconut meat and milk were on the daily menu.
Kevin, the handsome 22-year old American, was called "coco" because one of his jobs was to shinny up a coconut palm every day and throw down a dozen coconuts for coconut water and food. Kevin was also the fire boss. It had taken him three days, but he had finally created fire by rubbing two sticks together. Kevin was responsible for ensuring that the cooking fire never went out and he had built a large pyre on the beach, ready to light to attract the attention of a passing airplane or ship.
Sam, 35 years old and divorced, and Daisy, 19 years old, were the fishermen and the foragers; but Gaston said that many large carnivorous fish living in the coral reefs were poisonous and only small fish and crustaceans were safe to eat. Sam devised fishing gear but his daily take was only a few small fish. Sometimes, diving among the coral reefs, they caught a rock lobster. They scoured the island for land crabs, often with claws six inches long and delicious when roasted over the fire. In their travels they also gathered palm hearts from young, sprouting coconuts.
Gaston, the pilot, was the water boss. In addition to collecting brackish water in the old well he had found, he devised ways of collecting water from dew and passing rain showers. With the water he collected, plus coconut milk, they had enough to drink.
Gaston had far more knowledge of life on a coral atoll than did any of the others, but he continued to draw wrath, blamed for the crash that had left them marooned on the island. He stayed to himself most of the time although Daisy tried to make him feel welcome in the group. Gaston was about 45 years old, a world-worn man with a paunch and the broken blood vessels on his cheeks of an alcoholic.
With each passing day the tensions within the group built up. Douglas attempted to soothe nerves, but managed only to inflame the others; and some of that emotion was transferred to Daisy as she and Sam were perceived as allies. Ben was quietly depressed; Kevin was almost a child, going from wild elation to dark despair in a moment. Gaston, the pilot, was silent and sullen. He rarely spoke except to Daisy, and then in the French she barely remembered from her childhood.
The sexual tensions didn't help matters. All the men looked longingly at Daisy's naked body. Her close proximity to the men often resulted in an erection. Kevin, the youngest of them, turned red; Douglas turned away. She had washed Ben's coral wound in the sea and re-bound it with cloth every day for two weeks and while she was kneeling over his calf he always got hard. She pretended not to notice. Gaston ignored his erections and Daisy observed with interest that his cock had a peculiar bend in it.
Daisy spent more time with Sam than any of the others and the two were often touching each other as they fished and hunted crabs and dove for shellfish and lobsters. Sam became erect when they were close; and sometimes pointed to it with humor. She once saw him masturbating on the beach after one of their close encounters. She wondered whether he knew she was watching.
The men all discussed sex as they set around their cooking fire or huddled together in their shelter at night. "Oh, God, please send me a woman. Fat, ugly, old; I don't care. I just want a woman," was Sam's prayer. "I've never been without a woman this long." The others guffawed at that.
Ben was married and talked about his wife with love and affection. "The best woman I've ever had. Perfect ass and tits and she knows how to use them." Kevin reminisced about his college girlfriends and told stories about wild parties and drunken dates. Douglas said little about his love life. Daisy only listened and smiled when the men looked at her longingly. None of them were aggressive with her, but all of them yearned for sex. Daisy was frightened at what might happen if she paired off with one of the men. Every day, relations among the men became tenser and more antagonistic as the expectations of rescue faded and hopelessness set in.
The blowup came with a trivial event. They were all sitting around the cooking fire eating dinner. Mild-mannered Ben was roasting small fish on a stick. Gaston plucked one of the fish off the stick. "God damn it, Gaston, you always take the biggest fish and leave us with the shit."
Gaston defended himself. "There are enough fish for everyone."
"You shouldn't get any fish," said Ben. "You're the reason we're stuck on this island."
"Leave Gaston alone," said Kevin. He liked the decadent, seedy, faintly romantic Frenchman.
"I'll say anything I want to the Frenchie," answered Ben, and in his anger he accidentally kicked the stick on which the fish were roasting into the fire.
"God damn it, Ben. I worked all day long to get those fish." That was Sam. "Clumsy oaf."
"You've got a big mouth," said Ben, rising to his feet as Sam did also, the two of them facing off against each, eye to eye.
"Stop it," shouted Douglas, asserting his leadership. They paid no attention to him. He jumped between them and as Ben and Sam scuffled Douglas fell into the fire. Daisy grabbed him by the hand and pulled him up and away from the coals.
Daisy Tames the 5 Bulls, and establishes her matriarchy.
Sam and Ben were pushing and shoving each other like mad bulls. Kevin rushed between them, and was pushed aside.
Douglas was lying on the sand, grimacing in pain, and Daisy hovered over him. He shouted at Sam and Ben. "Stop it, you two. I’m trying to keep things under control and it's for nothing."
"Who the hell put you in charge, anyway," said Sam. Kevin put a hand on Ben's chest, and Sam pushed it away, knocking Kevin over. He fell over Daisy and ended up on top of her and Douglas, who screamed in agony. Kevin quickly jumped to his feet, ready for a fight. Now three of them were jaw to jaw, yelling at each other.
Gaston, standing apart from the group, diverted them with a yell of his own. "That's it! I'm leaving. Daisy, Kevin, I invite you to go with me. The rest of you can go to the devil. And I'm taking my shirt and my tools with me."
"Like hell, you're taking anything with you," said Sam. "You leave in your birthday suit. That's all."
"Shut up, Sam. Shut up all of you!" Daisy shouted from the ground. "Douglas is burned. Gaston is leaving, and you three are fighting. We're going to die if we don't cooperate. Don't you get it, you idiots!"
They all stopped to look at her. "First, I tend to Douglas, and then we'll talk this over. Like adults. Not animals. Sit down. You too, Gaston. Don't go anywhere." Sam meekly complied and the others followed, sitting down on the sand, wordless.
Douglas was not seriously burned although blisters were rising on his back and buttocks. Daisy continued: "Kevin, get me a coconut shell full of sea water to wash these burns. And Gaston, we've found use for that famous shirt of yours. Get it. We need to cover these burns to keep the flies and gnats out." Daisy did what little she could to soothe Douglas's burned back.
When she had finished with Douglas she turned to the rest of them, now sitting quietly in a circle around her. "We can't fight among ourselves. We might be here for years. Let's plan on that. Now, make up, all of you. Right now! Shake hands!"
Ben extended his hand to Sam and they shook. "Sorry," said Ben. "My bad." All the men joined in shaking hands.
"How do we get along?" asked Daisy.
"We have to find happiness in our lives," said Kevin. "This is depressing and there's no light at the end of the tunnel."
"Good point," answered Daisy, finding herself, not unpleasantly, the leader of the discussion. "How do we do that?"
"Fun, other than just sitting on the beach looking for an airplane or a ship," said Ben.
"A bunch of men marooned on an island, no soccer ball, no booze, no women. That's hell on earth," moaned Sam.
"We have a woman," said Kevin. All the men turned to look at Daisy, even Douglas who had been grimacing with pain. Gaston, who was pacing behind where the others were sitting, stopped in his tracks.
Daisy felt uncomfortable. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness. Douglas spoke up for the first time. "Daisy is almost a child."
"I'm not a child. What are you suggesting, Kevin? That I leave the group because I'm a distraction?"
"No, the opposite."
"Look, Kevin, I'm the odd one out here. I don't have a cock. I know that each of you has some sexual problems because of me. I see the looks. I hear the remarks. I've laughed them off, because I like all of you; and we need each other. But I can't pick favorites. I've thought of pairing off with one of you, but I've rejected the idea because it would destroy the group. I'm in a delicate position. It's not fun for me. I would like romance too."
They all sat silently and the men muttered among themselves until Sam spoke up. He was uncustomarily reflective. "Daisy, it's not your fault that you're the only woman, but I can't stop thinking about wanting you. When we got on that airplane, I was thinking about how I might get you in bed. It's the same here. I think the others feel the same. You and I spend all day together every day, and at night I sleep beside you, touching you, seeing you. It's killing me!"
Daisy looked at the five men sitting around her. They all nodded in agreement with Sam. She sat quietly for a long moment and then said, "What can we do about that?"
"It's up to you." Sam answered.
"Any arrangement we make has to be fair, all for one, one for all. Well," she laughed, "I didn't mean it quite that way." She paused. "Maybe I did. If you, all of you, promise me harmony, promise me you'll quit fighting among yourselves, maybe we can come to an agreement."
"Are you talking about sex?" asked Douglas, a horrified tone in his voice.
"Yes, sex." She thought about that for a moment. "If sex will help us survive, I'll do it. But you all have to agree. Harmony. All for one, one for all."
"You'll agree, Douglas, or I'll throw you cock-first into the fire, you pommy prude." said Sam.
"Enough, Sam. Just shut up." Daisy scolded his threats.
"Doug's not our leader. He either agrees with us or he's off to his own part of the island. Alone," Ben said.
Daisy spoke lightly. "It's up to you, Douglas. But we all have to be in agreement. If you don't go along, you go into exile. It's like that TV program." She smiled at Douglas, adding levity to her voice.
"I'm not sure what we're talking about," said Kevin.
Daisy took a deep breath. "I guess I'm saying that I'll have sex with you; all of you; if you pledge to get along, to cooperate with each other. All five of you. But there has to be limits. I can't fuck you all every night. And I don't want to get pregnant. I'd have to abstain for 10 days each month. And then there's my period. Five days, usually. Most of all I don't want anybody calling me a whore."
"I'll kill anybody who does," said Sam. "You're a goddess, Daisy."
"Hear, hear," said Ben, bowing down in mock obeisance.
"Hey, guys," Daisy said lightly. "I'm not sacrificing myself for the group. Who knows? I might like the sex."
"We'll make sure of that," said Sam. "I don't know about the others, but I have a rare prowess in making a woman happy."
The group exploded in mocking merriment. "How is this going to work?" Kevin asked. He turned to Gaston, who had been silent throughout the conversation. "Are you in this deal?"
"Mais oui. With pleasure. I am attracted to Daisy."
Sam looked at Douglas. "Are you in? Yes or no."
Douglas looked at Daisy. "I didn't mean to be insulting. I agree; although I may have to be careful because of these burns before I, uh, get physical."
"You have a bye, on account of illness." They all laughed together and Daisy noticed several erect cockes around the fire.
"I'm ready. Now!" shouted Sam, rising to his feet in celebration, jumping up and down. "I am looking forward to loving Daisy."
"So, how do we get started?" asked Ben "
Daisy got to her feet. "Maybe I'll just take a walk on the beach while you decide among yourselves how to organize this. Keep in mind that I'm not a fucking machine. I have emotions; and limits."
"You don't want to get pregnant, so we'll have to start keeping a calendar to determine when it's safe. I'll do it. I know how to calculate it," said Douglas, always the practical one. "We also have to agree not to talk about any of this when; if; we get rescued. I have a wife, and children."
"My lips are sealed." She made a motion of zipping her mouth.
"Daisy," Douglas continued, "It will be my honor to have sex with you."
Daisy kissed him on the forehead. "It will be a honor for me also. With all of you. Can you build a little hut for me for some privacy. I don't want to fuck with everybody watching." She giggled. "At least for now."
"We'll all pitch in and build you a palace by the time it gets dark." said Ben. "The finest of coconut fronds. Soft, sweet smelling pandanas leaves, the whitest of sand."
"One more rule," she said. "Anybody who misbehaves gets cut off from sex. And maybe exiled."
"Who decides that?" Doug asked.
Daisy looked him the eye. "I do. No trial. No appeal. My decision." They all looked at her. The power quotient among them had changed. The young naked girl was in charge. They nodded in agreement.
She lightened her voice. "This might be fun. Is that an awful thing for me to say?" She paused. "There's just one more thing." She paused again while every man waited. "I'm a virgin."
All five men responded in a chorus of "What!"
After a night with Kevin, Sam and Daisy discuss a problem.
"So, how was Kevin?" Sam and Daisy were building a fish trap, carrying coral rocks out into the sea and building a wall. The idea was that fish would swim inside the wall during high tide and be unable to escape during low tide.
"You shouldn't be asking that, Sam," Daisy admonished him. Thirty-five year old Sam and 19-year old Daisy spent hours together every day foraging for food and they had become close friends. Sam was outspoken in his admiration of Daisy. She wasn't sure what he was to her: a father figure, an older brother, or a potential lover. In different circumstances, she thought, he might have been the man she would have chosen as her first sexual partner.
"Why not?" Sam answered. "I won't care when you tell the others that I'm the best man you've ever had."
Daisy laughed in spite of herself. "Well, right now Kevin is the best man I've ever had. The only man."
"He fucked you?" He tugged on his growing beard.
"Yes! Of course. That was what we decided. Kevin first, then Gaston, Ben, you, and finally Douglas.
"He didn't have any problems? I mean fucking a virgin can make a man nervous."
"No, he didn't have any problems."
"I don't think I can wait three days for my turn. It's killing me, Daisy. We spend all day long together every day and we're naked and I know there's a mole on your left tit and a scar on your right ass cheek. I know more about how your body looks than any woman I've ever known. I want you."
Daisy kissed him on the cheek, but avoided his hand that sought to draw her to him. "I look forward to my night with you, Sam. But the six of us made a deal. You have to wait your turn." She looked down at his crotch. He was erect. "I'm sorry if I agitated you."
"I'm not sorry at all that I'm agitated. I like being agitated. Tell me more about Kevin. If we can't have sex, you can tell me about it."
She avoided the question. They were standing knee deep in the warm tropical water. She looked critically at the submerged wall they were building. "Why don't you bring me some more rocks. Big ones. We need to get this fish trap finished."
"All right, Polynesian princess. Back to work."
As Sam turned away from her, Daisy touched his arm. "I do have a question I'd like to ask you. About something that happened last night. Or rather didn't happen. But you can't tell anybody."
"I won't. We're mates, remember? I fell in love with you when I pulled you out of that airplane and we floated together to the surface and my cock was nestled against your cunny. Oh, shit. I deserved to be first."
"Sam, whatever we feel, we have to survive, and that means we all have to work together. We can't be divided. And I can't show favorites. I am, whether I like it or not, the reward you men get for cooperating with each other. Do you believe that?
"Yeah, reluctantly I agree."
After another hour of work they got out of the hot sun and rested in the shade of coconut palms, lying side-by-side on the white sand. "About Kevin," she said. "And if you ever tell anybody about this conversation, you are burned toast. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Sam answered. "This is between you and me. Promise."
"I need your advice. I'm not just telling you this because we're friends." She paused. "Kevin was a perfect gentleman." She giggled. "If that's appropriate to say about a man who is fucking you. He didn't just hop on and off. We went out in the water and we kissed and caressed and he put his finger inside me and made me come. It was very nice. It didn't hurt at all.
"So, then we went back to that nice hut, you built for us. Very romantic. I loved the banana fronds on the sand. Soft and nice. And Kevin fucked me. Slowly; but I didn't come. And we slept a while and he work me up in the middle of the night and he fucked me again. Faster. And I still didn't come." She laughed. "But I faked it the second time and told him I had."
"You know enough about sex to fake it?"
"I've seen women climax in the movies. I moaned and thrashed around." They chuckled together.
"How is it, that you are still a virgin?"
"I don't know. I've always been busy and I went to a girl's school, I've had a few boyfriends, but I've never been all that enthusiastic about any of them. I came to Tahiti this summer with the thought that it was time to lose my virginity. I was hoping to find an Islander for my first man. Well, that didn't work out; and now I've got five men and an island. All to myself. Whoopee!" she finished with a laugh.
She pushed herself up on one elbow and faced Sam, lying on his back, his cock at half-mast. "So, why, Dr. Sam, sex counselor, did I not come? Everything was fine. I like Kevin. His cock in me felt good. I was enjoying the romance and the sex. Why didn't I come?"
"Well, it was your first time and that's understandable. You were tense and worried and a little scared."
"I actually felt pretty relaxed. Especially after he finger-fucked me. I was ready to enjoy a monumental orgasm with his cock inside me; and it didn't happen."
"Dr. Sam, your personal sex counselor, has to ask this. Do you masturbate?"
"Of course. I'm not some kind of prude! At least I don't think so. I say that as I lie here totally naked lying next to a totally naked man with an erection."
Sam guffawed. "Do you do it by rubbing your clit or putting your finger inside you?"
"Usually rubbing my clit. I don't use tools or vibrators or anything like that." She paused. "Jesus! I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I would love to have more carnal knowledge about you. But for the moment I'll just say that I have known women who did not climax from vaginal sex. They have to be eaten or have their clit rubbed. Maybe you're one of them?"
"I hope not."
"Well, when it's my night to sleep with you, we can conduct a scientific experiment to determine if you have a problem. I doubt that you do, but finding out could be fun."
Daily bounced a playful fist off Sam's shoulder and he responded with a nudge from his hip to hers. They laughed together and he put a hand on her breast. She pushed it away.
"Daisy, my love, I should have tit feeling privileges."
"Not until it's your night. And then you can feel my tits all you want. And I promise I will enjoy it." She paused a moment. "There's another possible problem. My period will start any day."
"Oh, no. Let me go on the record to say that I will fuck you during your period."
"We talked about that in the group. Somebody suggested that during my period and the days when I am fertile, that I might wish to explore other options. Does that mean what I think it does?"
"It means: will you do blow jobs?"
"I've never done one."
"Where have you been all your life? In a fucking monastery?"
"Almost. My parents were strict; and I wanted to be in love before I had sex."
"Well, I'm in love with you." He pointed to his cock which was standing straight up into the air. "I'll teach you how to give a man a blow job. That, my lovely, is a large, full-engorged cock you are looking at. First, move your mouth to the cock and pucker up."
She laughed and turned her head to kiss Sam on the cheek. "Oh, Sam, I would love to have sex with you; and learn how to give a blow job. But I can't cheat on the agreement I have with all of you. That would cause immense problems in the group; and it would be dishonest. You'll have to wait."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I put you in the position of having to say no. I don't want to break the agreement either. But I have to jerk-off. I can't stand any more of this. Do you want me to go away or would you like to watch?"
"It's embarrassing to admit, but I'd like to watch," she giggled. She rolled over on her side and propped herself on one elbow, a breast pressed against his arm.
"You've never seen this done before?" Sam asked, his hand moving down to his cock.
"No."
Sam wrapped his hand around his cock. "Notice the simple beauty of that member. The perfect combination of length and thickness to please the most discriminating woman. That, my dear, is the finest cock you will ever see. Myriads of maidens have marveled at it." He stroked his cock.
"I'm impressed. Not! Those things are ugly."
"I don't suppose you would help me?"
"Sam, I promise I will fuck you the best I can; when it's your turn."
"Don't move. I like your tit pressing against my arm."
"I can't believe what we're saying to each other. It's kind of fun."
"I'm going to come pretty quick."
"I'm watching."
Sam was breathing hard and hunching his hips forward as he stroked his cock. His movements became more intense, his breath more rapid. He raised his hips from the ground, "Now," he said.
With that, he shuddered, and streams of semen shot out of his quivering cock and landed on his chest and he half turned toward her and one of the streams landed on her arm, stretched out beside him. "Five, six, seven," she counted the strings of semen in her head.
Sam's body relaxed and his hips fell to the sand, and he wiped a hand across his face, and then to her face, running his fingers over her nose and eyes and mouth. She nibbled on one of his fingers.
"Oh, fuck," he said when he could talk. "That was good. I needed that. I'm glad you were with me for that. It was more intense."
She sat up and looked at the drop of semen on her forearm. She dipped a finger into it and tasted it. "Salty. Sticky. Eh."
"If you're going to do blow jobs, you have to get used to it."
"I'm going to do what helps us survive on this island."
"Good girl! I'll make you happy. If I ever get my turn..."
"I'm looking forward to it. You said you'll fuck me when I have my period. What about the other guys? What do I do?"
"I'll fuck you. Blow the other guys."
"Any tips on giving blow jobs?"
"Don't bite."
by Elsie Thompson for Literotica.