Island Jumper 3

by M H Ryan

  Eliza put her hand on Emma and they made their way out of the pool and over the sand, disappearing into the forest.

  “Room for one more?” Kara asked, moving behind me.

  “There’s always room for more,” I said and leaned back as I cupped one of Sherri’s breast.

  Kara kissed me upside down. She felt so good, and then she moved off my lips and rose higher up, sliding her bikini top down as she did, exposing her breasts for me. I kissed and licked her nipples, switching between the two twins of perfection.

  I felt my shorts sliding down and getting pulled off my legs. I wasn’t even sure who took them off, as I buried myself in Kara’s goodness. A warm hand caressed me and began to stroke me with a slow tempo.

  Kara moved back and a set of much large breasts, courtesy of Sherri, covered my face. I cupped them with both hands and licked the drops of water from her nipples. Sherri moaned out and I reached down, feeling the wetness between her legs, eliciting more moans from her as she smothered me with her chest.

  That’s when I felt a mouth over my erection, the warm sensation of a mouth and tongue sending a shiver over my body. I glanced down to see Aubrey looking back up at me, mouth full. She smiled and then went back to work.

  Benji had moved to my right side and rubbed her hand over my chest, watching Aubrey and glancing up at me with a look as if she might explode in ecstasy. Sherri rose back up and started grinding on my firm hand and fingers as I stroked her sensitive parts.

  She groaned, pushing her arms inward and making her amazing breasts look even larger as they were pressed together.

  Kara returned to me, kissing my mouth. I pulled her forward and went back to kissing those perfect, perky tits.

  I glanced to Benji as I kissed Kara, and then with my right hand, I pulled her top down. Her tan breasts, somewhere between Kara and Sherri, took my breath away, and I almost finished right then with Aubrey still working me slowly.

  Benji saw the way I looked at her and smiled, touching her own breasts and pulling on her nipples. She took my hand and placed it on her stomach, sliding it down. I worked my fingers under her bikini bottom and found her sex. She wet my fingers as I touched her swollen button.

  “Oh, fuck,” Benji said. “That feels good.”

  She moaned louder than Sherri and pushed down on my hands. I glanced to Sherri as she grinded down on my other hand, moving faster.

  There were a few times in my life now that I felt complete satisfaction in every way imaginable. The feeling of the moment weighed on me, and I felt as if I was sinking into the soft sand with these amazing women.

  Kara moved up all the way to where her she was nearly sitting on my face. I leaned back, kissing her down there, but trying to move the bikini to the side with my tongue. She knew my intention and spun around, pulling her black bikini bottom to the side. I moved my face up and licked her. She was just as ready as the other girls. Then I felt Aubrey leave her place. I couldn’t see her—Kara blocked my view—but I felt her hand touching me and guiding me into her hot, wet channel.

  I went back to licking, touching, and now fucking the girls. I felt like the maestro of the greatest orchestra in the history of the world. Each one felt different. A barrage of curse words flowed from Sherri as she announced she was getting close and begged me not to stop.

  Benji had a higher-pitched moan and was also getting close. I massaged Kara harder and faster with my tongue, trying to get her on pace as I slowed with Sherri a tad. Aubrey didn’t slow, and I felt her ass pounding against me, her back to me.

  Kara grabbed my face as she buried herself into my mouth. “Oh shit, I’m going to…” Kara didn’t finish her sentence as she moaned out, pressing against me and falling forward.

  “That’s so hot,” Sherri said as she grabbed her chest, screaming out as she orgasmed. She grabbed my hand tightly as she shook.

  I let go of Sherri as she fell onto my stomach and moved to Benji. Her face told me everything, as she squirmed over my hand. Sherri reached over, touching Benji on the thigh. Sherri’s big tits slid over my stomach as she got closer to Benji and kissed her belly button, reaching up and cupping one of her breasts.

  This sent Benji over the edge and she moaned deeply from the pleasure.

  “Good girl,” Sherri said.

  I had reached a point of no return as Aubrey pounded me into the sand. I breathed harder and grunted, tightening my grip on the girls when Aubrey got off me in a quick motion.

  I was on the edge of finishing, and my hands slipped from the girls as I tensed up in anticipation. Kara moved away from my face and then I felt a hand—several hands—down there. I looked to see Aubrey had returned to between my legs.

  “I want to see it,” Benji said, her hand touching me as Aubrey licked the shaft, stroking the bottom with an increasing tempo.

  Sherri smiled and pressed her breasts to the left side of my stomach.

  I wouldn’t have needed a single touch to send me past the edge, and Aubrey leaned back just as I finished. I let go in a final release, gripping onto Kara and Sherri as it happened.

  Sherri actually cheered.

  Chapter 22

  I slept well in the house we built. There was something about a roof over your head that made it seem as if we had finally accomplished something for the camp. With more hands to help, I thought we could start taking on the other tasks that needed to be achieved. But first, I needed to catch a fish.

  For the first time, I was able to get up early without disturbing any of the sleeping girls and got to my fishing spot near camp just at sunrise.

  Now that I knew I could make a fish want whatever I put on the hook, I had suddenly become a master angler. In less than ten minutes, I had three big sea bass caught and laid on a rock near me. A fourth one would be enough to feed us all, supplemented with the fruit we’d stockpiled.

  I didn’t even need to close my eyes anymore. I sensed the ocean as I had before, feeling the static of it all, but singled out a note that was close by. A decent-sized fish and from the simple nature of its emotions, I figured it for another sea bass. Connecting with it took only a few seconds, and I gave it the brilliant idea that the chunk of rotten orange on my hook was the most delicious thing in the world.

  My rod bent down and I yanked it back, setting the hook. A reel would have been nice, but it wasn’t mandatory. I pulled the line in, winding the fishing line on a smooth stick as I did. As it neared the shore, I pulled the string with my hand until the fish was out of the water.

  In another minute, I had my fourth fish slung across the rock where I would gut and clean them for our island chef to prepare.

  I gutted the first three, feeding the fish near the shoreline and then moved to the fourth. I slid my knife through it, but heard a faint clanking sound and felt something hard hit the blade.

  When I pulled the insides out, I felt something inside, smooth and hard, like a stone. I dug it out, jumping back in shock and dropping it to the sand when I realized what it was. After a moment, I knelt down, getting closer to it. It couldn’t be. I had to be mistaken. There was no way that thing could be in that fish.

  Just a couple feet from it, on my hands and knees, I confirmed my fears. The black stone stood out in sharp contrast to the white sands around it—the stone of pure evil, as Benji had dubbed it.

  I knew I could touch it, as I had already done so, and wondered if it could be just another rock and not the rock. Surely I would have noticed something of pure evil when I touched it. In fact, there had to be a million black stones around these islands. Who is to say this is the black stone?

  I picked it up, tossing it up and down in my palm, confidence growing that it had to be a coincidence. I walked to the water, washing it off. The black stone felt just as it should, like any other stone. It had a similar shape and texture as the stone I saw in the box, but bigger by nearly double. I’d have to ask Benji about the stone. I shrugged and put the rock in the front pocket of my shorts and went back to cleaning the
last fish.

  Something bothered me, though. I couldn’t exactly say why, but I just didn’t like the idea of this stone-eating fish. I didn’t finish cleaning it and tossed the whole fish into the waters, where a crocodile promptly chomped on it.

  “You’re welcome,” I muttered to the croc.

  I hadn’t seen a croc in probably a week. It bit into the fish, making some splashes as it did, and then swallowed it down. It kept its eyes just above the water line, watching me. I was tempted to grab a spear and kill the thing.

  Speaking of spears—we needed to make more weapons. I had my knife, and we had few axes, but we’d used most of our supply dealing with that sea monster. A flashback to what I had to do to kill the thing sent a chill down my body. I shook at the thought of it and the memory of being inside the thing—the smell of it. I wanted to gag.

  “Hey, you already caught three fish?” Eliza said, walking up.

  “Yup,” I said, holding two of them up. “And good morning to you.”

  At the house, the girls were walking out onto the deck and climbing down the ladder. Cass stayed up on the porch, looking annoyed and weathered as she gazed down at us.

  “Good morning,” I said, carrying the fish fillets I had made in large, green leaves.

  “Good morning,” Benji said, looking positively radiant.

  All the girls but Cass seemed to have a little more bounce in their step this morning. Ah, the joys of indoor living.

  “You caught fish and started my cooking fire?” Benji said, looking at the small fire I made between some bigger rocks. “You’re going to spoil me, Jack.”

  “I hope I can,” I said with a smile and placed the fish fillets on the aluminum panel we used for cooking.

  Benji went to the food bags and started gathering supplies. Eliza went to help her and they began to divvy up the tasks.

  I saw Emma walking near the forest edge, as if she was searching for something, and made my way to her.

  “What are you looking for?” I asked.

  “Oh, that one will work, I bet,” Emma said, walking into the forest and picking up a branch about three feet long and the width of my arm. She picked it up, hefting it with one hand, and I saw how large her muscles were as she did.

  “What’s it for?” I asked, gesturing to the wood.

  “My weapon,” she said with a big smile. “You think I can borrow your knife for an hour or so?”

  “Here, use an ax for the bigger chunks, and then my knife for the final cuts,” I said, having a good idea of what she wanted to make.

  “Awesome!” she said, taking the knife and ax.

  Cass continued to watch the activity from the house. She sat on the porch, legs dangling down, leaning on the railing.

  “How you feeling today, Cass?” I asked.

  “Same,” she responded.

  I nodded, not sure if that was a good or bad thing. Her expression told me the latter. I guessed we were getting crabby Cass today.

  I went to the other girls as they sat around last night’s fire. Faint wisps of smoke rose from the ashes. There were a few stumps to sit on but some were content just sitting on the sand.

  “Okay, first thing today is making weapons. We used most of them up yesterday, and we can’t afford not being able to defend ourselves,” I said. “Emma is making her weapon, but we need spears and arrows.”

  “Actually, I gathered materials for spears last night,” Eliza said. “I had trouble sleeping.”

  She gestured to the long sticks near the firewood.

  “Wow, way to take the initiative,” I said and she beamed at the compliment. “Kara, you think you and Benji can make stone tips for all those?”

  “Yeah, we’ve pretty much gotten it down to a science at this point. The only problem is the binding. We were splitting the wood and then tying a string around it, but we’re out of strings.”

  “Any ideas?” I asked the group.

  “We can burn the tips of the spears and harden them. It will also speed up the process of making them. Not as awesome as stone tips, but my God…how did you even make stone tips?” Emma asked.

  “That’s a good idea,” Kara said. “We could burn a bunch at once. I bet the charred ends would be easier to shape as well. Oh, can I get the fire going this morning?”

  “Sure, I got a cooking fire going for Benji already but we could use this one for the spears,” I said.

  Kara grabbed some firewood and knelt next to the fire pit. She moved some ash around with the chunk of wood and found a decent pile of embers. Then she started feeding the fire with small sticks, blowing on the embers. Soon she had flames going and started putting on larger pieces.

  “Hey, we can make the spears,” Sherri said, gesturing to Aubrey. “We could unspool more of the cord from the parachute. Bet we could get bindings for another dozen spears and arrows out of it.”

  “Okay, great,” I said. “Because we need more arrows, as well.”

  “I’ll make some after breakfast,” Benji called out as she sprinkled pepper over the fish.

  Cass came down from the porch and dragged her feet across the sand before finally sitting down on a stump in a heap, letting out a long sigh as she slumped forward.

  “Who killed your dog?” Emma asked.

  “What?” Cass asked.

  “You looked about as happy as a lonely woman with no batteries.”

  “I don’t even know what you’re saying half the time,” Cass said, looking at the food Benji was making. “And do we have to have fish? After what happened on that boat, I don’t ever want to see a fish again.”

  “Only one egg in the hen house,” Benji said. “In a day or two, we should have enough that I can make some scrambled eggs. Oh my god, I can’t wait.” Benji jumped up and down with excitement.

  “What are you making?” Cass asked, looking at the wood in Emma’s hands.

  “A glorious weapon,” Emma said, holding the thick stick up and admiring it.

  “Well, you should be thinking about making something useful, like a chair. Sitting on these stumps suck. I would kill for a comfortable chair,” Cass said.

  “Yeah, cause that’s what we need, you sitting around more,” Aubrey said.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Cass said. “I help just as much as anyone.”

  This elicited a gasp from half the group, and Aubrey looked downright shocked.

  “Are you serious?” Aubrey asked. “You think you do even a tenth of the work that Benji does?”

  “Yeah, well, no one does as much as Benji, but I do stuff,” Cass said. “I helped weave the roof stuff and brought you guy’s materials when we were building the raft.”

  Aubrey rubbed her forehead in frustration.

  “This is a good time to bring up something I’ve wanted to implement,” I said. “I think we need a daily chart on who is responsible for what. We can rotate on the tasks as needed, but I’d like to start with people doing what they’re good at, like Benji and the stones.”

  “Aubrey and I are on wood,” Sherri said, raising her hand.

  “I’m good on wood,” Aubrey said, giving me a look.

  “Yes and we should be teaching each other skills, so if an urgent need arises, we can all swap in and help.”

  “Are we talking a hard or soft swap?” Aubrey said and then laughed.

  “Um, I don’t know how hard it will be, but after we get a few things done, like making the weapons and getting some basic stuff finished out here, we should diversify our skill sets,” I said. “I would also like to prioritize a few things.”

  “Okay, good, because I have a list of things I think we should have here,” Cass said. “I mean, if we’re stuck out here, we can at least get a little more comfortable.”

  “Okay,” I said cautiously, not sure what she had in mind, but if it was another princess chair for her to lounge in, then I didn’t want to hear it.

  I almost spoke ill words and then stopped myself. I hated that I even had a bad thought ab
out Cass. That wasn’t fair to her. She acted the way she did because she still clung to the way she was outside these islands.

  “Breakfast is ready,” Benji said as Cass opened her mouth to speak of her desires for the camp but stopped, and watched Benji and Eliza walk to us.

  Eliza and Benji served breakfast to everyone, a peppered sea bass fillet with a few slices of avocado on top and a small pile of finely chopped mangos. It was one of the better meals I’d had since being on the islands. Pepper had been a fantastic find. You didn’t realize how amazing spices were until they were gone. Now, if I could only find a bottle of Tabasco…

  “Benji and Eliza, this is so good, thank you,” I said.

  “Yeah, this is great,” Aubrey said.

  “Mine’s a bit overcooked,” Cass said, picking at the fish with her fingers. “And is this a bone in it?”

  Aubrey growled, and I thought she might jump up right there and throttle her. I took a few breaths, studying Cass as she sat on that stump. She just looked unhappy, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it, but something needed to be done. A silent moment of tension built among us, and I cleared my throat.

  “So, I have another major project in mind,” I said. “I’m sure we have some longer travels ahead for us, and I think it would be wise if we had a mobile house on Luna.”

  “A houseboat?” Sherri asked.

  “Yeah, for the longer trips away from home,” I said.

  “If we aren’t sailing to back home, then going out there again is suicide,” Cass said. “We nearly died getting Emma.”

  “Worth it,” Sherri said defiantly.

  “And what about when one of us—or all of us—dies? Is it worth it then?” Cass said. “I say we stay here until we get rescued.”

  “Wow, was I that naive?” Aubrey said. “There isn’t anyone coming. We’ve been here for like two weeks and nothing. No boats that didn’t want to kill us and not a single plane in the sky. There aren’t even signs of people out here and I think it’s good thinking, Jack, to build a place we can stay on the boat with.”