Crash Landing - 1

	A still, cloudless sky hung over a smooth green sea that stretched out all the way out to the horizon. In this place, so deep into the Pacific, the only disturbance was a greasy metal speck gliding down in the air. Though it belched out a line of black, its decline seemed almost graceful from a distance, a gentle arc southward. From the pilots seat,  it was an entirely different experience. James desperately wrestled with the control panel, blinking lights and squealing alarms crying out as smoke blurred his vision. There would be no purpose in ejection; he would simply drown. His only chance at survival lay in whether or not he could push what remained of his plane to some small island and set off a flare. Perhaps the navy could find him. He coughed, attempting to look out at the ocean for any sign of land. Either the fumes were playing tricks on his desperate mind, but upon the horizon James noticed a beige dot. He swerved hard towards it and let out a prayer. The speed of his fall continued to build, pushing him against his seat. He continued to repeat his prayer, the blob growing in his vision until finally, he clenched his teeth and braced for impact. The crash came slightly sooner than he expected, instantly knocking him unconscious.

	When James woke up, it wasn't in his cockpit; instead, he was laying on some sort of bed, covered in a thin sheet. The room he was in was small, and made of thatch, with no windows and only a small bit of light sneaking in. near the roof. Luxurious it was not, and now that it was clear he had be obtained by some force on the island, he began to worry that the Japanese had captured him. Quickly, however, he came to reason that such a thing could not be the case. Were he to be apprehended by the Japanese, his conditions would be far worse. He certainly wouldn't get his own private room. He sat up, looking down at his arms. Not only were they bare, they were spotlessly clean. His clothes were on what appeared to be a chair in the corner. With a flash of embarrassment, James realized he had been stripped and cleaned, and quickly rose out of bed to get dressed in his pilots uniform. Picking the shirt up, he could see that it was burnt to a crisp. Even the pants were singed badly. His underwear, luckily, was untouched, and along with his slacks, he had his mostly incomplete outfit. It would have to do. He stepped outside.

	Squinting to adjust to the harsh brightness, the first thing he noticed was the jungle around him. The trees were so thick that he couldn't even see the beach. The second thing he noticed was the dark-skinned woman prostrating herself before him. She had a red line on her forehead, and her long hair stretched down to her hips, clearly nude. He couldn't help but get a bit hard, confused as he was. "Hello? Do you understand English?" He spoke slowly, hoping she knew what he was saying, but it was clear that she did not as she slowly looked up at him. The girl was extraordinarily beautiful, with large brown eyes, smooth brown skin, and large breasts. She didn't flinch as he stepped forward and tentatively slid his hand onto her shoulder. The woman was quite small, and he pulled her to her feet. She was so pretty, looking up at him shyly, that he couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss. She accepted it hungrily, wrapping her slender arms around him. The sensation of her chest against his bare skin was fantastic, and he pulled her close, squeezing her soft flesh. After a few more seconds, she pulled back, biting her lip as she looked up at him. The woman took his hand and began leading him somewhere. He was hard as a rock by now, eagerly following her until they came to a clearing. There was a large throne of wood at the end, and a dirt pathway to it. Along the pathway was an assortment of dark skinned women. His confusion grew. She led him down the path as the women eyed him up, eventually motioning for him to sit in the throne. Still completely uncertain of what was happening, he took a seat, at which moment the crowd bowed as if praying. The woman with the red mark kneeled before him, as women in masks beat large drums on the edge of the clearing. James scratched his chin, contemplating what he would do next, but honestly, he already knew.

	He pulled his burnt pants down, revealing the outline of his large, thick monster, before doing the same with his underwear. His white cock sprung out, delighted by the brown girls around him. He put his hand on top of the kneeling woman near him, firmly guiding her head. She needed little guidance, wrapping her hands around his shaft and eagerly kissing the tip. He forced his dick further down her throat, and she accepted it, removing a hand to slide her mouth further and further down. With his 8" cock, it was quite a feat as she kissed the base of the shaft. He had been at sea for so long... it had indeed been months since the last time he'd even seen a woman. He couldn't help but let out multiple thick ropes of cum in her mouth. She quickly swallowed them before pulling back and wrapping her lips around the head, sucking as much out as possible. He squirmed a little, clenching his fists tightly as she did this. When done, she removed herself, kneeling back at the side of the throne and licking her lips off. This was certainly going to be interesting.