Stranded on an island with beautiful females

Zoey was staring at the newly renovated shelter, which now looked like a cozy little cabin. She seemed a bit out of it and didn't notice what I was up to.

I snuck up behind her and gave her a hug, making her jump. She turned around and playfully scolded me. "You scared me!"

I grinned and whispered in her ear, "I want you."

My hand slipped into her bra, giving her breasts a squeeze.

Zoey squirmed and whispered back, "No, Winford's shelter isn't far. He might hear us."

I reassured her, "Don't worry, just keep it down. He won't hear a thing."

As I spoke, my other hand slid down to her private area, teasing her through her underwear.

Before long, her panties were getting damp from my touch.

Zoey stopped resisting and started moving with me, her body relaxing.

I laid her down on the ground, pressing myself against her. Her eyes were hazy, her chest rising and falling.

I took off her bra, and her large breasts bounced free.

One hand fondled her soft, ample breasts, while the other continued to tease her. Soon, she couldn't hold back, moaning softly. "Ah!" Her moans got me even more excited. I pulled off her panties and slid my fingers inside her, moving them in and out.

Zoey was as sensitive as ever. Just the touch of my hand had her melting with pleasure, calling out my name, hugging me tightly, her hips arching up, desperate for more.

After a bit, I took off my pants, revealing my cock, and slid into her.

We moved together, our hips in sync.

Suddenly, I wanted to switch things up. I stopped, and Zoey looked at me, confused. I whispered my idea, and though she seemed shy, she didn't say no.

She turned over, lifting her butt, showing off her perfect curves. Her large, soft breasts hung down.

I held her waist with one hand and entered her again, thrusting quickly. My other hand reached around to play with her breasts.

With these movements, Zoey's pussy tightened, and we both climaxed.

Afterward, we lay down to rest. After a bit, Zoey remembered how loud she'd been and covered her face, saying, "It's so embarrassing. Winford must've heard us. It's all your fault!"

I patted her head and smiled. "It's no big deal. Winford didn't see anything, and you seemed to enjoy yourself."

Zoey rolled her eyes and said, "You little rascal."

She turned away but still snuggled closer, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, as the sounds finally quieted down nearby, Winford couldn't help but think. "They sure are bold, having sex so loudly while I'm nearby. But I gotta admit, their stamina is pretty impressive. Being young is great."

Soon, the night passed, and dawn broke.

I was sleeping soundly with Zoey in my arms when I suddenly heard a noise outside. I covered Zoey with some clothes and got up to check it out.

Zoey, still half-asleep, opened her eyes groggily as she sensed my movements.

I opened the door and saw Winford not far away, sitting on a big rock. He had a stick in one hand and a stone in the other, and he was hitting the top of the stick with the stone.

Curious, I walked over to him. Winford was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't notice me until I called out to him.

"Hey, Winford, what are you up to?" I asked.

He looked up, holding the stick, and said, "I figured I can't just sit around and eat without contributing. I saw some fish in the shallow waters by the sea, but they're hard to catch. So, I thought I'd sharpen this stick to spear them."

I was surprised by his initiative. I had thought about doing something similar, but I'd been a bit distracted by Zoey these past few days. It hit me then that surviving out here was a race against time. We had a shelter and some food, but we weren't self-sufficient yet. Any unexpected event could mess us up big time. We needed to get as much done as possible, as quickly as possible.

With that in mind, I grabbed a similar stick and a stone and started hitting it like Winford. We didn't have an axe, so we had to shape the stick slowly with the stone.

Seeing me join in, Winford kept working and said, "The kiln isn't ready yet. Once it is, I can make some weapons. They might not be super hard, but they'll be better than using stones."

I was surprised. "Wait, the kiln can make weapons too?"

Winford seemed to be waiting for that question. He stopped, raised his head proudly, and said, "For most people, it's probably impossible. You can usually only fire basic items in a kiln because clay isn't very strong. But I've been working with kilns for decades and have developed some unique techniques. I can do things others can't."

He looked at me, clearly expecting some praise.

"Wow, I didn't know you were so skilled!" I said, even though it was a bit perfunctory. Winford seemed genuinely pleased.

"Of course!" he said, and went back to hitting the stick with more enthusiasm. I followed suit.

Even though Winford started before me, his overweight, middle-aged body wasn't as strong as mine, so I finished shaping my stick first. I found a stone to sharpen the tip, making it even sharper. By the time I finished, Winford had just completed shaping his stick. He was panting and said, "You've got good stamina. At my age, it's not as easy."

I took my stick back to our shelter. Zoey was awake and preparing breakfast, opening coconuts for us.

When she saw me, she hugged me and handed me an opened coconut before going back to work.

Watching her, I suddenly felt like we were a married couple. I went out to work, and Zoey stayed home, preparing meals. It was a nice feeling.