Koopah
Three
We ate the fruit, and she showed me how to open a coconut while preserving the milk. We each drank our share, and I asked her for her name. “We’ve had…koopah twice, but I don’t even know what to call you.” I pointed to myself and gave my name, then pointed to her. She tilted her head, perplexed. I did it again, enunciating, and pointed to her. She pointed to herself and said my name. I shook my head. “No. That’s me. Who are you?” I repeated the actions again, and this time she brightened.
She pointed to herself and said, “Maraadah!”
“Maraadah. I like it.” I said it a few times, getting the feel of it. “Very nice. All right.” I stood up and helped her stand. “We’re going exploring. Back to the beach.” We climbed down and went back to the shore, where I opened one of the boxes. “Guess whatever happened weakened the structure. All right, let’s see what we got.” I found razors and shaving cream, food in another box, and in yet another, clothes (thinking we wouldn’t need those). I turned from the clothes to find Maraadah sniffing at a vacuum-sealed sandwich. I opened it for her, biting into a corner to show it was food, then spat it out. “Mustard! Damn. Wonder how many of these have mustard.”
She seemed scared after I spit out my bite, but then I took another, swallowing. “See?” I held it out to her. “It’s all right.” She took it and bit in, hesitating. After chewing a bit, she smiled and kept eating, wolfing it down. I gave a chuckle watching her, and gathered more sandwiches as well as other foods. I made a mental note to come back for the
Back at the treehouse, we both had halves of a turkey sandwich. After eating, I had a look around to find out more about her. There was a photograph, frame cracked, of a young couple, possibly in their mid-twenties, and the girl holding a baby. I smiled at Maraadah, and she smiled back. “Cute as a baby, and just as cute as… however old you are now.” She smiled again, the compliment lost on her.
I set down the picture, and continued looking. “But where are the parents?”
A soft hand touched my arm, and I looked at her. She wanted koopah again.
I grinned and said, “You’re insatiable, huh? All right, lay down.” I motioned, and she did so. I then turned her onto her side, opening her thighs, and saw she was already wet. I spread the lips and pushed my hardening cock in, lining her top leg parallel to my body. I kissed her heel as her sex tightened around me, making me more rigid. I slid in as deep as I could, and began to pump, balls running along her thigh. She started moaning, then reached down and played with her clit. I grinned again. “Sexy see, sexy do.” I licked her sole, then felt her shiver and squeeze down. I pulled out of her slit, then gathered juices on my fingers and rubbed her anus, slipping a wet digit in. As I did that, she jumped a bit.
I put her leg down, leaned over, and kissed her. When she opened her mouth for me, I knew she’d do anything for me. I licked her teeth and whispered in her ear, “Relax, baby. This is another way to koopah.” I then felt her rectum loosen around my finger, and slipped another in. She started moaning again, and I smiled. “See? You’re gonna love it.”
I straightened up again, putting her foot on my shoulder again, and spread my fingers some. She continued playing with herself as I started to guide my member into her anus. Two inches slid in before I stopped, letting her become accustomed to the feeling. She looked back, wanting more, and I entered another three inches, then stopped as she let out a whimper. When she relaxed, I let in the remaining two, and kissed her calf as she was getting used to my cock.
After she was relaxed, I began to pump, rubbing her leg and groping her breast. She started moaning again, and I took that to mean “more!” so my thrusting quickened some and became a bit rougher. I felt her rectum tighten again, and I let out a groan, licking her sole. Then she screamed, squirting on my sac and thighs.
I groaned again, my pumping getting harder and faster, and I tensed up, cumming in her body. She gasped, then groaned in a lustful manner, relaxing.
Instead of pulling out, I placed myself behind her, spooning, and gave her a light kiss on the neck. “I think I’m falling for you. And it seems you’re doing the same for me.” I rubbed her belly in a gentle way. “I’m kind of hoping we never get rescued, and we spend the rest of our days here.” I chuckled some. “But that only happens in fiction. The rescuing, not the ‘spend the rest of days together.’”
I noticed her breathing was slow and steady, and smiled. She had fallen asleep. “Insatiable, but easily tired.” I kissed her cheek and moved closer, closing my eyes to join her in dreams.