1. The Island, Chapter 17


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female solo, Latina, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 17 After a brief post-coital swim across the crater lake, holding our clothes out of the water, we came ashore at the headwaters of the main stream on the island. We climbed out onto a small, stony beach, redressed, and continued our hike. Following the creek out of the crater through another break in the rocky wall, we began descending the northwest side of the mountain, following the water as it cascaded down the side of the old volcano. As Stu scouted a way down during a particularly steep section, we heard him cry out in surprise. Rounding the rocks, we found him peering into a small crevasse. “Hey guys, check it out!” he called to us. “There’s a goat in here. I think it’s hurt.” We crowded around, and sure enough, a nanny goat, bleating plaintively, was 6 feet down in the hole, favoring a foreleg. “Oh, the poor thing!” said Dakota. “Let’s save it.” “Do you guys know anything about goats?” I asked skeptically. “Dakota and I worked on a goat farm for 3 or 4 summers when we were growing up,” replied Summer. “We can handle a nanny goat.” “There’s a kid, too!” Stu called out. “It’s behind the mother.” He climbed down carefully, the goat frantically bleating as he got closer. She was too weak to put up much of a fight, and he was able to pass her up to River and me. Dakota and Summer accepted the kid, squealing for its mother, as Stu hoisted it out next. Rain gave him an arm and he struggled out of the hole. The nanny goat appeared to be relatively uninjured except for ...
    the broken leg, and the kid was perfectly fine. We carried the two animals, taking turns, down the remaining rocky pathway. Soon we were deep in jungle again, and the only way to make progress was to stick to the stream bed where the vegetation was thin. Eventually we emerged at the shallow, dammed up section above the waterfall. Making my way to the top of the falls, I confirmed no kids were swimming underneath, then jumped into the pool below, sweaty clothes and all. Laughing like children, Rain, Summer, and River followed suit, cannonballing into the cool water one after another. Stu and Dakota carried the mother and baby goats respectively down the pathway and met up with us at the pool. I took the nanny goat from Stu, letting him jump in to cool off, and Rain gave Dakota a break, letting her rinse off the sweat and grime of the trail as well. Clambering ashore on the rocks, we made our way back to the beach along the primary game trail. This had been now so well used by human feet that it was wide and clear of vines and brush, and fairly easy to navigate. Emerging at the beach, we soon had a posse of kids swarming around us petting the now frantic animals. “Shove off, you monkeys!” I hollered. “Give them some air! The mother is hurt, and I need to get her fixed up.” They reluctantly fell back, and let me carry the creature to the medical hut. Joelle was there, trying to weave a basket from palm fronds, and she dropped her work in surprise as I heaved the animal onto one ...
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