Novels by TheFool

“Do you think there really are others on the island?” I asked Euphie, taken aback. I thought she was unconscious all this while. Just how much does she know?“There should be other survivors,” Euphie muttered, her eyebrows meeting in the middle of her forehead. “I have the strangest feeling that I heard voices right after I landed, and I know it wasn’t you, Yvonne, or Elsa.”“Alright,” I replied, already trying to think through the possibilities. The first thing I did was to check and see if anyone else was alive. If someone else is around, then they must have left us for dead, I thought. It was not a promising notion, and I set off cautiously to search the beach once more, Yvonne’s backpack slung over my shoulder. It did smell a little fishy, but it was the only thing we had to carry stuff around in.My trek along the nearest section of the beach yielded quite a few useful things. There was a flotation device, which I slit into two parts carefully with a knife. It would come in handy

I strained to make out the figure at the back of the cave. Was it Elsa, or was it Yvonne? Or perhaps Euphie? There was no way I was going to be able to see anything in the dim light, so I grabbed a branch, lit it, and took a few tentative steps closer.It was Yvonne! She was sitting up against the wall of the cave, and her knees were drawn to her chest. The reason was all too clear - her cute panties now dangled from one ankle, as she had dragged them down for better access. One of her hands was rubbing furiously at her clit, while the other was clamped over her mouth.“Mmmh,” she moaned very quietly. It was so quiet in the cave that I could hear every sound she made, even though she was trying to stifle herself. At the sight of Yvonne pleasuring herself, I felt another stirring in my loins. Not again, I told my traitorous dick, but it didn’t listen. Yvonne was a massive internet sensation, and every single video of hers had a billion views and millions of likes. I had never envisione

“Who’s there!” Suddenly, a shout rang out from the back of the cave. It was Euphie! Since Elsa, Yvonne, and I had moved to the mouth of the cave to grill our wolf kebabs, she had been left all alone. Handing the skewer over to Elsa, I limped as quickly as I could over to Euphie, who was now sitting up and rubbing her eyes in bewilderment.“Where am I? Who are you?” Euphie hollered, the strident nature of her voice betraying her underlying fear. I could understand why she seemed angry. After all, she had just woken up in the middle of a dark cave with someone strange nearby. Since her last memories were probably of being on the plane, being in a cave was definitely hard to fathom.“I was on the plane you were an attendant on, remember? It crashed, and we landed on the beach. There’s two other colleagues of mine, Yvonne and Elsa, with me too,” I explained, hoping that mentioning the two women’s names would make her feel more comfortable. “Yvonne, Elsa, and I brought you to this cave so

“I heard someone coughing, Elsa. I hope you’re alright?” Yvonne asked when we got back to the fire.“Yes! Yes, I’m fine,” Elsa retorted hurriedly, clearing her throat a few times. She turned away to gather up the remaining firewood around the fire, but I was still thinking about the raspiness of her voice. It sounded like someone had just fucked her throat, and I felt my chest swell a little in pride. It had been me. I, Forrest Chaplain, had fucked her mouth until her voice had turned husky.“Let’s get to the cave now,” Elsa commanded imperiously, pointing in the general direction of the cave with her other hand on her hip. I picked up the backpack with the knives inside and handed it to Yvonne, whose amused smile did not escape me. Shit. I hope she doesn’t mind that Elsa’s giving me… favors, I thought. It seemed like she did not, from the way she questioned me on the way there.“You found a cave? What is it like?” she began asking, clutching the backpack and the first-aid kit to her

“I’m done here, Forrest,” Yvonne told me, giving my knee a gentle pat after she finished wrapping up the cuts with a thin bandage. “There’s still the ones on your thigh to go, though. Those look rather high up, and I don’t think I can roll your pants up that far.”I blinked at her, feeling a little awkward. Was she suggesting that I take off my pants? Elsa, of course, had already reached that same realization, and she frowned.“Let me do it,” she suggested, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I can do it.”“Elsa, it isn’t that I don’t trust you. I’m just thinking about how you skipped the last first-aid training session our company organized,” Yvonne replied. Her voice was devoid of emotion, and I was glad for it. From the way that Elsa clung to me, I knew that she was suggesting that she take over out of jealousy.“It’s OK. Elsa, you keep me company while Yvonne, you help me out with the deeper gashes,” I suggested, trying to keep the peace. How on earth did I come up with a solution

A wolf!I kid you not - it was a real live wolf!Its green eyes stared right into mine, and I dared not turn away. Mutely, I fumbled for my pants, drawing them back up and zipping up my fly. Elsa crouched right before me, burying her face in my thigh.“Be quiet,” I hissed, trying to sound authoritative. Seconds passed, then a minute did. It seemed like the wolf was judging us just as much as I was trying to gauge whether it would pounce. However, our luck ran out - or rather, mine did. I could feel Elsa trembling against my leg, her chest heaving with poorly suppressed sobs.“I’m so scared!” she finally wailed. Shit, shit, shit! Immediately, I crouched down and wrapped my arms around her before throwing ourselves to the side. If I had been a second slower, we would probably have been the wolf’s dinner. The spot where we had been standing was now occupied by the wolf, which was growling at us.“Shut up, Elsa,” I snapped, reaching for a rock by my feet. “If you keep moving and screaming