It was the day after exploring the tunnels. The entire group had shrieked with glee to find another tunnel leading off into the darkness beyond the hospital but had been even more excited to find four more rooms, each about the same size, and with the same furnishings, as the holding rooms, minus the dead bodies and blood stains.
With the ability to close the door from this part of the tunnel into the hospital, the whole issue of moisture getting in had been rendered obsolete. The girls quickly made the decision that each of our groups would have one room, and the fourth would be used as a nursery when that became a necessity. The first room wefound, holding one, being closer to the central room - which, in turn, would function as the main living area - would be the hospital. Everyone was happy, and the exploration continued.
For about another fifty feet.
Then the tunnel split into a T junction, and we decided that was a good place to stop for the day. The rest of the afternoon was spent shifting bed frames to whichever room they were needed, taking inventory of the new medical supplies, and then moving them - along with the storage units and lockers to keep them organized - to the new hospital. I lost Ray at some point during the effort to move everyone.
The exploration, slow and tedious as it may have been, had taken up most of the day. The girls decided that we hadn't really rested at all and announced the following day would be a rest day as well. I wasn't there for that discussion; Amy had dragged me into the new hospital, closed the door, dropped to her knees, and vigorously thanked me for my hard work. I thanked her for her's by pumping her mouth full of cum.
A few hours later, Robyn grabbed my hand, dragged me outside, and demanded that I fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. Yes, she used those words. I fucked her hard enough to leave marks on the insides of her thighs, the whole time listening to her screaming about how she was determined to fit me up her ass, but only after I had pumped a baby into her. She did, however, scream herself hoarse and cum like a freight train when I flipped her onto her knees, slammed my cock back into her, and pushed two fingers into her ass. She was so out of it by the time I filled her that a giggling Liz and Hannah had to come to help me move her back inside.
By that point in the late afternoon, I was exhausted. Exploring the caves had not exactly been strenuous labor, but it had been slow going and required an obscene amount of concentration. That was pretty draining on its own. Add in the heavy lifting of steel framed beds, lockers, and medical equipment, then shifting the rescued luggage from the gun emplacement to the rooms they were needed, plus the vigorous fucking of Robyn, and I was spent. Any notion of sneaking off to see Freja, or even waiting until dark to find out what was in those desks - now that I had found the key - simply vanished.
The sun had barely set beyond the western horizon when Hayley, seeing my exhaustion, helped me to my feet, led me to our room, laid me on the ground, mounted me, and rode me softly and gently late into the night. She wouldn't let me do anything more than lay there. It was soft, it was tender, and it was the first time since the early years of my marriage that I made love to someone I was so captivated by. It was wonderfully beautiful. We reached our climax together, she collapsed onto my chest, and we fell asleep without moving another inch, wrapped in each other's loving arms and listening to each other's heartbeats.
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In terms of age, the population of the Island was split into three distinct groups. Tom was the youngest at only nineteen. Whereas most people his age were living the high life in the early years of college, his intelligence had catapulted him through his degree at speeds reserved for the most brilliant of prodigies. He had been working as an analyst for the International Oceanic Authority before most people his age had paid their first taxes from their temp bar jobs.
Hayley, Hannah, and Robyn, ranging between twenty-one and twenty-five, made up the rest of what I called "the younger generation." All of them had finished college. Hayley and Hannah met and became friends during the stewardess training for the airline, and Robyn had only just qualified as a veterinarian.
The next group was all, roughly speaking, the same age as me. Aged between thirty and forty, Katie was only just old enough to fit into that demographic but already had a career as a high school teacher under her belt. I could only imagine the kind of effect her looks would have had on the male population of her classes, not to mention the curious female students. Zoe and Caroline were not much older than Katie, both of them being thirty-one. I had no idea what they did before the crash. Hell, I still couldn't tell them apart when they were standing right next to each other. Liz, at thirty-six, was only a few months older than me, and Amy, at forty, was the oldest of our group.
Despite this, her maturity, at least compared to the rest of us, and her position as the de facto "mom" of the group often had me thinking of her in the same terms as the older demographic. Louisa, at forty-five, had spent her life as a wife and mother, and, having started young at both, her children were only a year or two younger than Tom. But it was Ray, at fifty-four, who was the grandfather of our expedition, a reality that he groaned loudly to me as he sat on the log next to me after another vigorous session with his apparently insatiable girls.
"I feel like I'm dead," he moaned as he stretched and then curled his legs. "They've killed me. I'm dead, aren't I? Do I look dead?"
"Yup. What a way to go, though." I shrugged as I laid back and watched the clouds drifting by.
"Fucked to death by two stunners about half my age," he said with a smiling huff and flopped back next to me. "I think I'm winning at life."
"Well, not anymore. You're dead, remember?"
"Oh. Yeah, never mind, then. How are things going with your girls?"
"I, too, am dead, or at least aching in places I didn't know I had."
"Ah. The trials of island life."
Tom took that moment to wander over to us, rubbing the side of his hip as he leaned against one of the walls of the bunker. "Hey, Tom," I called over to him. "How are you doing?"
"Mmmm, am doing good," he half-smiled while not really making eye contact. "How are you?"
"Dead," Ray answered.
Tom looked confused, "Ignore him; he's in a mood." I chuckled. "I'm not too bad, Tom, thank you, just a bit tired and aching. What's wrong with your leg?"
"Louisa bounced too hard."
Ray and I looked at each other and snorted into laughter. Tom looked offended. "I'm sorry, Tom. We aren't laughing at you, buddy, I promise. But here we are, three guys who would never have anything close to this amount of luck with girls this hot at home, and we are all complaining about it."
Tom thought about it for a moment, his eyes locked onto the ground close to me, then he smiled. His smile turned into a chuckle, and before long, we were all laughing at the absurdity of our complaints.
"Tom," I wiped away the tears of laughter from my eyes. "If your leg is hurting that much, you might want to see Amy. She might have something in the new medical supplies to help you out."
"Mmm, can't," he said calmly. "She is checking the others."
"The others?" Ray sat himself up. "Who?"
"All of them," Tom shrugged. "They want to know if they are pregnant yet. They told me to tell you to leave them alone for a few hours. Doctor's orders."
