1. The Island, Chapter 20


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    Chapter 20 After reuniting with the group at the lake, we all trooped back to camp, tired and happy. Janie’s fun with Christopher had left her horny and unfulfilled, so I spent my last remaining energy fucking her before bed, entertaining her with stories of my latest sexual encounters with Alyssa and Alison. I suggested she might need to have a talk with Madison; the girl was a little precocious for her own good. She surprised me by admitting nothing had come of the hunting trip with the field hockey team. They had neither caught a pig nor had any sort of “celebration” of the kind Janie had been looking for. “Are you sure they like women?” she asked plaintively, bouncing on my dick with gusto. “No question,” I assured her. “They must have not been in the mood after an unsuccessful hunt. Try again tomorrow and things may be different.” We climaxed together in delicious union, then fell asleep happily in each other’s arms. The following morning dawned cloudy and windy. It looked like rain was on its way. After breakfast and a morning swim, I directed some of the early risers to help secure and cover our supplies so that it wouldn’t get wet. The shower turned out to be fairly minimal, and it was almost enjoyable. The kids, and a few of the adults, capered around in the downpour while it lasted. Soon, however, the squall passed and the sun shone down stronger than ever. Janie and the hunters again set off to try their luck at getting another pig. I hoped for her sake she also ...
    got some pussy while she was out (plus I wanted to hear the story while I fucked her tonight). I roamed the beach aimlessly, lending a hand as Horace and the hippies finished the chicken coop and placed our poultry inside. I fed the goats, who seemed to have adjusted well to camp life. I was amused and a little touched to see a cluster of women around Dkembe. Nothing sets off the mothering instinct like a man suffering from a loss like his. I was glad our community members were so supportive of one another. In fact, I wondered why we seemed to have no bad apples on the beach. It seemed to defy all odds of human behavior. We should have one token asshole, shouldn’t we? As usual, however, my brain seemed not to want to consider unpleasant subjects for very long, and that avenue of thought was cut off internally fairly quickly. Stu approached me, and asked if I would hear out an idea in Janie’s absence. “Sure,” I said. “What’ve you got in mind?” “Remember the beach on the other side of the island, where we found that net?” I nodded. “Well, we’ve been thinking. It’s a little stifling having to be so buttoned-down with all these kids and other people around.” Only a hippie could think of this beach as “buttoned-down,” I thought with amusement. “What if we designated the other beach as a ‘clothing optional’ area? That way we could be more comfortable and not have to worry about offending anyone.” “I don’t have any problem with that,” I said. “I don’t think Janie will mind either. ...
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