Tomboy Island

Day 2 – Part 7 – Attempting to remain Moral



It took another ten minutes for things to calm down notably. Alex found himself sitting in the shadow of a tree, Tess in one arm, Sofia in the other. Had someone told him this would be where he would be two days ago, he would have laughed - he might even have crashed the plane himself.

The joke surfaced the memory of Marvin. Among the constant activity, he had pushed aside the last moments with the pilot and the years that preceded that. Alex still wasn’t sure how to feel. He wasn’t sure if there was a definitive thing to feel. It had all come to such a messy end that he could not formulate a definitive response beyond just… moving on.

“We should start looking for a place where you can pound me into the ground,” Charlotte said.

“Is that your way of saying ‘a place to sleep’?” Tess asked.

“I ain’t sleeping in this state. I have orgasm deficiency.”

Alex chuckled and got up. “She is right, we should find a good place to rest… bad news is that I got us too far north. There’s no way we’ll make it back to the place we discovered before night falls.”

“We could just push on through?” Yahui suggested.

“Did you try to travel last night?” Alex asked and she shook her head.

“I fell right asleep.”

“You can’t underestimate just how dark it gets out here, especially in the first. Out here in the plains, the stars and moon might just give you enough light to navigate, but between the trees you won’t see your hand before your eyes.” Alex rolled his shoulders.

“We could sleep where the mist was, right?” Charlotte suggested.

The idea raised eyebrows. While that was indeed nearby, Alex wasn’t exactly about to lose his mind to that fog again. ‘Then again, how bad would that be?’ he wondered. He hadn’t woken up badly rested. He did assume that his recent libido increase partly originated from that night though. ‘Tess, Sofia, and Charlotte are clearly fine with me fucking them… Yahui not being is argument enough not to go there though.’

The Chinese lady was quietly awaiting his decision on the matter, her face not betraying any opinion.

“We’ll go south-east,” Alex said.

Usually staying in the middle of the jungle was inadvisable, with all of the predators and potentially poisonous plants about. After wandering this particular jungle for 1 ½ days, Alex was confident enough that the worst thing that could happen to them was aphrodisiac ‘poisoning’.

“Do you hear that?” he asked.

The girls around him listened intently. They had been walking for the better part of two hours - as much as the climbing, jumping, and general difficulty of maneuvering the jungle terrain could be called walking.

They were in the very depths of the jungle, the centre of either this outcopping of a larger body further north-east or this island entirely. Alex could only be sure once they had explored the coast in its entirety. A project for tomorrow, at the earliest.

For this evening, he was now following something else.

“Is that… moaning?” Yahui asked.

“Sounds like it,” Alex agreed and hastened a bit. If they had run into that fog the day prior, so could have anyone else.

The moans went from distant to loud and intense. Whoever was masturbating was doing so with a degree of need that exceeded shamelessness by a large margin. It was so bad that only the adrenaline kept him from getting a massive hard-on.

They followed the desperate waiting and arrived at a cliff wall. It was entirely covered by surrounding trees, making it practically invisible until they stood right in front of it. The moans came from an opening in the rock, about three metres up.

Alex did not lose a single second and began to pull himself up the rock. The hold offered was better than the tree climbing earlier by a long shot and the distance only a third of it.  With one last pull, he peeked into the cave.

It was an alcove. The opening gave room to a sizable chamber that extended behind the hard cliff wall. In it, on a bed made of piled up leaves, laid a singular woman and origin of the moans.

She had dark skin dark enough to betray some African origin, but not so dark to make Alex believe she was the Kenyan that had been on board. She was tall and curvy. Her tits were large and so firm, Alex would have believed they were fake had he not currently been looking at her kneading one of them. Her other hand was south of her wide hips and toned stomach, between smooth thighs. Fingers pumped in and out of her cunt in a desperate attempt to take care of her lust.

Her hair was short and shaven. Her lips were a deep red. Her eyes, Alex could not see for a long while. She kept her lids clenched tight. Orgasmic shivers were running through her, too weak to dissolve the state she was in. When she did open her eyes, the green orbs immediately snapped over to him. Nostrils widened, taking in his scent.

“F-ffuuuuck meeeee,” she pleaded.

Alex wanted to. He really, really wanted to, but he could not. Not without exhausting other avenues first, The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of a drugged up woman.

The pumping of her fingers continued, while he turned to address the other girls. “She’s clearly been affected by something like the mist. Doesn’t look like it’ll clear on it own.” To underline the point, the woman howled from another, unsatisfying orgasm.

Before anything else, they all entered the cave. The other women had a look at the survivor they had found. “That’s Valeria,” Tess said. “...I don’t know what’s best to do about this…”

“We can’t leave her like that…” Sofia muttered.

“I concur,” Yahui said and let out a long sigh.

“Fuck me, plee–eassssse!” Valeria moaned, barely present of mind enough to spread her cunt for him to see. It was clear her attention was on him. The situation, at least by the estimation of her scrambled brain, required a man’s touch.

“Guess the decision is yours?” Charlotte asked, less certain than usual. Everyone knew this wasn’t exactly a morally white situation.


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