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Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 00:10:06 -0400
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REV Master's Island 02 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking}

   Master's Island copyright @2000 Taoman.  The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988



   Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version.  I am sorry
for any reader's frustration that may have occurred due to the previous
version's many problems.  I suggest you delete any other MASTER'S ISLAND
files you have archived.  Thanks go to Morgan for his patient editorial
assistance in the completion of this.  Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com

   Chapter 2

   DAY TWO

   The next morning dawned clear and gorgeous.

   The previous night's misery seemed foreign in the new day.  I noticed
the females seemed none the worse for wear as they went about their
feminine morning ablutions.  They had found some soap and toiletries in one
of the salvaged carry-on bags.  The women had vanished upstream to the pool
and returned clean and refreshed.

   I decided I was due for a bath myself and followed their example.  I
washed my still-damp clothes and myself.  Afterwards squatting naked on the
sandy banks I twisted and wrung out the rinsed and newly cut-off aviation
khaki coveralls.  I held up my new shorts to determine if the leg cuts were
balanced when I realized I had an audience.  A short distance away Jennifer
stood leaning against a tree.  I had a moment of intense embarrassment due
to being naked in front of the teenage girl.  My hands dropped and I used
my pants to cover my exposed groin.  Then I noticed she was quietly
examining me.  I stood up and faced her, dropping my hands to my side.  Her
eyes seemed drawn downward to my crotch.

   "You want something, Jennifer?" I asked her.

   At my voice her eyes came up slowly to meet my gaze.  As our eyes locked
she suddenly looked very young and vulnerable.  Without a word she spun
around and ran back towards the camp.  I pulled on my new shorts and
fastened them.  I stood thinking that I had seen the frank appraisal of a
grown woman in her initial glaze.  My adult world was far removed from
modern teenagers and I had no basis of rapport with her generation.  I
shook my head and told myself I had been mistaken.  When I walked back to
the camp Jennifer gave me a quick glance then continued to talk to her
friend Brittany.

   We finished the salvaged emergency rations I had found and then sat
around the fire and everyone talked.  I was beginning to become familiar
with my fellow castaways.  Kimberly said she was Talbot's "production
investor".  She was a beautiful blue-eyed, large bosomed, long-legged,
blonde-trussed All-American girl.  I had mentally compared the real-life
Kimberly to the air brushed version I had seen in the pin-up picture.  The
younger edition had been the fresh-faced girl next door with the creamy
voluptuousness of a sex goddess.  Her mouth had that upturned pout that
seemed to be asking to be kissed.  This real -life version had a more
knowing mature beauty.  I doubted nowadays when she had her picture taken
if she stilled adopted that parted lip "come hither" expression from her
youth.  She had tied off her blouse at her breasts to expose her flat
midriff.  The warm sun had caused her to partially unbutton her long skirt
to expose a long athletic flank.  The short time she had spent on herself
earlier had produced dramatic results.  She looked quite ready for the next
photo shoot.  I thought perhaps when a woman is that beautiful little
maintenance is necessary.

   Brittany was a younger blonde version of her sister.  She was drop-dead
gorgeous with that wholesome sexuality that young women have.  Even with
her breasts not as fully developed as her sister's I thought she was quite
voluptuous for her age.  She had huge blue eyes that I had found myself
getting distractedly arrested by when I talked to her.

   There was a manner about her that puzzled me.  She had been the most
helpful of the three girls.  The previous afternoon during the raising of
the lean-to I had placed the end of a brace in a hole.  She was helping me
bury the support.  I had held the log upright and she had knelt by my feet
to fill and pack sand in the hole.  The wind caused the structure to shift
slightly and I had to twist myself to hold the weight.  I felt her hair
tickle against my upper leg.  The load shifted again and the side of her
head bumped against my thigh.

   I had become very conscious of our positions.  I felt that all to
familiar tightening of my scrotum.  I had suddenly realized I had cut my
pants too short.  My penis had stirred and stiffened.  I looked down and
saw my erection was fully protruding from the ragged bottom edge of my
shorts.  Since my hands where fully occupied holding the wooden beam, I had
no choice but to hope my aroused condition might go unnoticed.  She had
finished the task, sat back, brushed the hair from her face and looked up
at me.  Her face was level with my groin.  We had held our positions for a
frozen moment.  She became aware of her submissive pose.  Her eyes had
dropped to my groin.  My large throbbing erection was only inches from her
face.

   Her eyes widened and she took in her breath while she stared in shock at
my unexpected arousal.  She had flushed and blinked.  "Oh my," she had said
softly.  She had jerked her eyes away from my cock and had stood up. 
Without another word she had turned and walked quickly away from me.  I had
been surprised by my own charged reaction to the teenager.  I resolved to
strengthen my self-control in the future.

   Her friend Jennifer was a cute petite brunette.  Almost elfin with her
large amber eyes, she had a spirited mischievous demeanor that made me
laugh.  Our earlier encounter at the pool had seemed to be forgotten.  Of
all of us Jennifer seemed less perturbed by our current risky predicament.
I had a mental conviction that she would handle going to the local mall
with the same manner as being marooned on this uninhabited island.

   Physically Jennifer was also a blossoming young woman.  She had tied off
her blouse as a halter-top.  The top several buttons were unfastened. 
Despite myself my eye had been drawn to her exposed cleavage.  She had her
arms up and she was animatedly describing the plane crash.  She noticed
where my eye had lingered when she shifted her gaze to me.  I again saw
that feminine awareness in her glance.  She had paused for a moment and her
eyes had held mine.  She then turned back to the other girls and finished
her breathless recollection.

   Using the knife, the teenagers had followed my example and had cut their
jeans for shorts.  Later they borrowed the knife again to make shorter
shorts.  These shorts showed the bottom swell of their young firm
backsides. Kimberly had thrown a fit at this brazen display.  The girls had
replied, "We wear less at the beach at home." Kimberly had said, "You are
NOT at home!"

   I had been minding my own business tending the fire but had looked up at
this last exchange.  All three females had shifted their eyes to me. 
Kimberly lowered her voice and I could not make out the rest of the
whispered lecture.

   The teenagers looked on this as a fun adventure.  But the older Kimberly
was all business.  She wanted to know exactly what I was going to do to get
them out of this mess.  I said that first Talbot needed to be buried.

   That afternoon the four of us made the somber walk back to the body. 
Using our hands we had scooped out a shallow grave in the soft sand at the
edge of the jungle.  I pulled Talbot into the hole.  Standing above the sad
pit I tried to think of some words.

   "Anyone want to say anything?" I asked.

   "He was a rich bastard," Kimberly said with a caustic tone.  I looked at
her and she icily met my eye with a defiant glare and then turned away with
an indifferent shrug.  Knowing him too, I could not add to that epitaph.

   The four of us scooped and mounded sand over the body until Talbot was
covered.  We stuck several pieces of upright driftwood into the soft sand.
I had a morose premonition as I watched the loose grains of sand swirl away
in a gust of breeze that we might not find this place again.

   Kimberly again asked me how I was going to get them rescued.

   I decided to demonstrate some leadership and suggested the girls lay out
a large SOS on a peculiarly large open stretch of beach I had seen.  The
flat open area was about a half mile up the beach.  I volunteered to scout
for food.  They agreed and we went about our tasks.

   Over the next two hours I foraged some ripe coconuts, some type of
banana fruit that I seen monkeys eating and some wild aloe.  I was carrying
my new found bounty back to the camp when I heard faint rumble of a
highflying aircraft above the noise of the jungle.  I dropped the food and
sprinted toward the beach.  When I broke from the deep foliage I
immediately saw the girls had heard the jet also.  The three of them were
standing out at the breakwater jumping and yelling at the slight speck in
the sky.  I scanned the beach for our distress sign.  I immediately saw
they had laid out a large S and part of an O.  As I watched a wave from the
incoming tide washed away a large portion of their efforts.

   "DAMN IT!" I screamed.  "I said lay it out in that open area"

   The three women had turned at my curse.

   "It was too far too walk and there was no shade," Kimberly explained to
me.

   Jennifer spoke, "The sand was too loose down there to walk on"

   "We thought this would be just as good and it was easier to find wood in
the jungle." Brittany sheepishly added.

   I sat down hard in the sand and with a sullen deep despair watched the
plane disappear over the horizon.

   I told the hungry girls to go easy on eating the fresh fruit, which
advice was promptly ignored with resulting digestive distress later that
night.  I used the aloe on my exposed skin and was amazed at the immediate
cooling relief it provided.  The three females turned up their collective
noses at the wild remedy.

   "It stinks" Brittany said distastefully.

   I couldn't smell anything.

   The second night brought another tropical storm.  I had expanded the
lean-to and thickened the roof.  The girls promptly occupied the updated
section and I found myself miserable and again soaked.  I was also to blame
for everyone's excess fruit-related gastric problems and was verbally
picked apart during lulls in the storm.  It was another endlessly long
nightmarish night.





   

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