Stranded on an island with beautiful females

After a few rounds of sex, Zoey was really starting to get into it. Post-dinner, she wasn't rushing to bed anymore; she wanted to get it on first.

I dropped my pants, and my cock sprang free. Zoey grabbed it and started stroking it slowly.

I could feel my cock heating up and growing under her touch. Zoey closed her eyes, feeling the warmth, and started squeezing her legs together.

After a bit of stroking, I couldn't hold back. I stripped her clothes off and slid my rock-hard cock into her pussy, thrusting away.

One hand was on her full, tender breasts, the other on her perky butt, thrusting back and forth with some serious force.

Zoey started moaning and occasionally screaming, her moans getting louder. Her pussy was soaking wet.

She began moving her hips, trying to match my thrusts. I was sweating, and her face was flushed, eyes glazed, moaning non-stop, gripping my arms, calling out passionately.

Zoey clung to me, trying to get even closer, her head moving, hair flying. Her nipples were hard and sticking out, bigger than before.

As her moans got louder, I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her butt and thrust hard, deep into her pussy, her moans turning into screams, "Ah! I can't take it anymore!" I loved the squeezing from her hot vagina, which started contracting, driving me wild. Soon, I hit my climax too.

Afterwards, Zoey turned around, hugged me tight, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I got up and saw the kiln still burning. To my surprise, it was almost done, maybe just half a day more. It only took two and a half days to make a kiln in total.

I was a bit worried about it finishing early, thinking there might be problems.

I woke up Winford to check it out since he was the expert. He was already half-awake, so he got up quickly and came to see the kiln.

After checking it out, Winford nodded and said, "Even though kiln firing usually takes three days, the actual time can vary. This one probably just needs another half a day."

Hearing that, I felt relieved and excited. We could start making pottery earlier.

Winford and I grabbed some charcoal from the fire pit and went to the beach to brush our teeth. That was how we cleaned our teeth these days. After brushing, we cracked open a coconut to eat, then started moving the claywares we made yesterday to the kiln. This way, we could start firing the pottery as soon as the kiln was ready.

After moving the clay, Winford and I stood by the kiln, watching it closely, worried about any accidents.

By noon, the kiln was almost done. Zoey joined us after breakfast, watching the kiln too.

Normally, this would be lunchtime, but with the kiln almost ready, we all silently agreed to skip it and kept our eyes on the kiln.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Winford shouted, "The kiln's ready!"

He was super pumped, finally getting to show off his kiln skills. Zoey and I were just as excited because this meant we could start making pottery and seriously upgrade our living situation.

We jumped right into placing the claywares into the kiln. We let Winford handle it since he said the placement was crucial. Each piece had to go in a specific spot based on its shape to ensure they turned out right.

Watching Winford carefully place the claywares, Zoey and I were on edge. Once this batch was done, we'd have bowls and cups to use, no more doing everything by hand like cavemen.

Winford finished placing all the claywares, and by then, it was almost three in the afternoon. We were so focused on the kiln that we hadn't even thought about eating.

Once everything was in place, we finally felt our hunger. We grabbed some fish and a few coconuts, ate quickly, and went back to watching the kiln.

Night fell and a whole day had passed, but we stayed by the kiln, not even thinking about resting.

But we knew we needed to be fresh for the next day, so reluctantly, we headed back to the shelter to sleep.

Lying down, Zoey hugged me tight and said, "Once these claywares are done, we can finally drink fresh water. I'm so over coconut water."

I patted her head and said, "Yeah, and we can make fresh fish soup too."

Zoey perked up at the mention of fish soup and started talking about different recipes. Eventually, we both got too hungry to keep talking and fell asleep.

Three days flew by.

To make sure everything went smoothly, Winford stayed by the kiln, adjusting the fire as needed. Zoey and I stuck around too, gathering firewood to keep the fire going.

Now, the three of us stood by the kiln, waiting for the first batch of pottery to finish. None of us wanted to miss this moment.

Winford kept a close eye on the pieces. Finally, he nodded and said, "They're done." He started taking the pottery out of the kiln.

The pieces weren't as fancy as modern bowls, but given our situation, they were amazing, and we made them ourselves.

With the pottery ready, Winford and I grabbed a wooden spear and headed to our fishing spot, ready to catch dinner.

The fish were more cautious this time, but with our skills, we caught one pretty quickly.

We headed back to the shelter, found some meaty shells, added some coconuts, and started cooking dinner.

Without modern tools, it took a while, and by the time we finished, it was dark, and the night was peppered with stars.

We each took a bowl, admired the stars, and dug into our dinner. Even though it was bland without seasonings, we enjoyed every bite.