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Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2001 16:10:06 -0400
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REV Master's Island 03 {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 3

   DAY THREE

   That morning I finally lost my patience.

   I had burned my fingers while attempting to start a fire using wet wood.
The three cold hungry miserable females huddled under the dripping lean-to
were in a foul humor.  I had smoked some fish the night before and I had
seen the three gingerly pick at the cold food then throw it into the
jungle.

   Kimberly bitchily advised me, "Any moron could have that fire lit by
now."

   A heat flared at the back of my neck.  I slowly set down the firewood
and stood up.  I brushed sand from my knees and turned to the women.

   "I am done with this," I said.  "When any of you cares to behave as a
decent person, come and see me."

   I grabbed half the matches, the knife, and a box of supplies and strode
down the beach.  I felt their collective eyes boring into my back as I put
some distance between us.  I had seen a perfect camping spot a mile up the
beach.

   In fact by that evening I had constructed a low shelter with a tight
roof and walls.  There were sheltering palms, fresh water and some nearby
fish-stocked tidal pools.  I had speared a delicious fat fish for my
supper. At sunset I was sitting against a palm tree, weaving fronds into a
sleeping mat and enjoying a cocktail.  The supplies I had snatched had
included a wide selection of those little flight bottles of booze.  While
tepid coconut milk was not the best mixer I had ever tasted, after numerous
attempts I had come up with a palate-pleasing concoction.  I smacked my
lips and congratulated myself again on my latent, never before used,
survival talents.

   I heard approaching voices and the three girls appeared.  Standing by my
fire the three faced me.  Kimberly had crossed her arms and began a hot
tirade involving my lack of common decency, bad attitude and my
responsibilities.

   I had been debating this problematic situation in my mind all afternoon
and her little tirade cemented my ultimate decision.

   I held up my hand.  "Okay, stop," I said.  "This is the way this is all
going to work." The three stared at me.  "If you want to live and maybe get
off this island then you will do it my way.

   "First off, I am the boss," I said.  I was a bit pissed and a little
drunk so I expanded on that.  "No.  I think king is a better description."
I smiled at them and sat back.

   Then I added, "You will keep your mouths shut and do everything exactly
as I say."

   I looked at Kimberly with an open leer.  "And I do mean EVERYTHING I
say."

   Kimberly spat at me in disgust, "You are crazy and sick." She added
vehemently, "My days of taking any shit from any man are long past!"

   She spun on her heels and disappeared into the darkness.  The two
teenagers were looking at me with wide-eyed shock.  Brittany turned and
went after her sister.  Jennifer stared at me.  "Does that mean we would
have to have sex?" she said.

   I was momentarily taken aback at her youthful effrontery.  Then I
thought I would come right back at her.  "Yes Jennifer.  You would fuck me,
you would suck me and I think I would put my cock right up that tight
little ass of yours."

   She gasped, turned and went running after the others.  I noticed her
legs rose straight to that firm compact butt.  She had one of those flat
gaps at the junction on her thighs and sex.

   "Damn!" I murmured.  I had a hotly intense vision of cupping my hand
there.

   DAY FOUR

   I had awakened with a bad hangover.  I was also very hungry.  Yesterday
I had thought of an easy way to catch seagulls.  Today my simple plan was
proving to be effective, but onerous.

   I had scooped out a body-sized depression in the loose sand and then lay
down and buried myself.

   My final moves had been to place the remnants of last night's supper on
my loosely covered belly, cover my face with some seaweed and lastly to
burrow my exposed arm into the sand.

   The rapidly rising sun had uncomfortably warmed the sand.  I began to
sweat last night's excesses.  The rank seaweed filled my senses and my head
pounded claustrophobically.  Time passed slowly.  Finally though the green
cover I saw several gulls land nearby and peer at the offered bait with
cock-headed suspicion.  My stomach groaned in emptiness.  I concentrated in
an effort to remain still.

   Suddenly with a keening squawk one flapped up and then down to land on
me.  In the same instant I brought my arms together to clasp the wilding
struggling and crying bird.  Within moments I had managed to wring it's
neck suffering only several beak induced gashes to my arms.

   In victory I held the bird above my head and screamed, "YES!"

   "DAMN" Kimberly swore.

   She had been knocking two coconuts together as she attempted to crack
the hard shells.  She had broken a nail off at the quick.  She watched as
blood beaded at the new wound, and she started to cry.

   Kimberly had started the morning eager to prove her self-reliance and
self-sufficiency.  But as the hours progressed her efforts at foraging for
food had been less than successful.  She resigned herself to the fact that
supper tonight was going to be quite meager at best.  The only coconuts and
fruit she had found on the ground were too hard, cracked open or were soft
and mushy.  She had been unsuccessful in throwing rocks to dislodge the
less ripe fruit that dangled above her.  She finally had to resort to
trying to find any fallen debris that might at least have a semblance of
being edible.  Her early-day optimism had faded to a gray depression.

   She would not allow herself to be dependant on a man.  "Even a damn
good-looking one," she told herself with a slight bitter smile.  She shook
her head in dismay at this fix she and the girls were in.  " Mother must be
frantic," she thought.  Her mother had always made great attempts to
de-glamorize Kimberly's pin-up career for the sake of the younger Brittany.
But now Brittany was eighteen.  She had graduated high school and had been
accepted at a good college for the coming fall.

   Once Kimberly had suggested this trip to her mother and younger sister,
all maternal misgivings had been overwhelmed in the ensuing teenage
excitement.  "A simple trip to Hawaii," Kimberly remembered telling her
mother.  She tossed her long hair from her face and looked down the beach.
"I hope those two are having better luck with fishing," she thought.  Her
stomach cramped when she looked back down at the fruit she had found.

   * * *

   I had discovered that fish seemed to school just off shore at a
particular jutting section of beach.  I had made several bamboo poles into
pointed spears that I had over my shoulder as I walked the shoreline.  At
the crest of a large dune just above my destination I came across the two
nude sunbathing teenagers.  I came to an abrupt halt.  Both girls glistened
with oil, as they lay stretched out naked in the midday heat.  They had
found two blankets in the plane.  The disturbed sand from my footsteps
continued down the incline and the movement caused Jennifer to look up at
me.

   Our eyes met and I again felt that tingle of awareness of her
sensuality. She was lying on her stomach and she raised herself to her
elbows.  Her breasts hung like firm ripe orbs.  My attention focused on a
drop of sweat, which had run down the slope of her breast and dangled from
a pert nipple.

   "Do you need something?" she asked me with a slight smile.

   Brittany turned her head at the sound of her friend's voice.  She was
lying on her back.  She followed Jennifer's gaze up to me.

   Brittany let out a slight yelp of surprise and flipped over on her
stomach.  I had a momentary vision of her voluptuous nakedness.  Brittany
reached down and stretched the blanket so it partially covered her exposed
bottom.  She stared up at me wide-eyed.

   But Jennifer was much less shy.  Using her arms she pushed herself up
and sat back on her heels.  She made a casual attempt to cover her nudity.
Her left arm shielded her breasts and with her right arm languorously
pulled her long clinging hair off her neck and the slope of her breasts. 
She then rested this arm in her lap.

   She was beautiful.  Perhaps the proudly firm up-thrust breasts would be
unexpected on such a slight frame.  But her figure was not unbalanced.  I
saw no tan lines on her dark body.  I realized she was very aware of her
sexuality and I was again being challenged.

   "Please, GO AWAY!" Brittany hissed.

   I shifted my vision from Jennifer's brazenly naked display to Brittany's
look of alarm and fear.  The precepts of proper society kicked in along
with my moral sense and I averted my eyes.  I turned my back on the pair
and offered my apologies as I walked away.

   Later as I squatted by my fire filleting my day's catch I had a sudden
powerful realization.  My knife paused in mid-slice as I lost my
concentration.  I knew with a complete certainty that if Jennifer and I
stayed much longer on this island we would sooner or later make love.

   I had not been in a serious relationship for years.  I had adopted a
very relaxed attitude about sex and love.  It suited my high-flying unbound
lifestyle.

   This just-discovered burning lust I had for Jennifer was an unfamiliar
obsession.  Just the thought of her caused me to take a deep breath.  I had
an almost visceral sensation of bending her lithe form over and fucking
her. It was not gentle love play I was envisioning but hard pounding sex.
The image of her seared my psyche and I felt my cock harden to a painfully
tight erection in my shorts.

   I stood and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position.  With my
hand on my penis I had a momentary urge to gain masturbatory release.  I
shook my head and laughed.  "Damn, the sight of that young pussy makes me
feel like I am eighteen again," I muttered to myself.

   I looked out to the sea and wondered if this natural setting or all this
seafood could somehow be loosening and heightening my civilized libido.  I
had not felt this driving urge for sex in years.  It verged on an almost
primal drive.

   I again laughed at myself.  "I will be grunting and carrying a club
around if this keeps up."

   * * *

   The three girls slept.  Brittany jerked slightly and moaned.  Her hand
slid down her flat stomach and gently caressed her vulva.  She was very
wet. Never fully awakening, she unconsciously used a finger to roll her
engorged clitoris.

   Brittany dreamt.  In her dream she was in the deep jungle.  She was
naked and felt very vulnerable.  She was being pursued.  There was a
powerful presence coming for her.  The vines in the thick morass seemed to
bind and hold her.  She was unable to escape.  She fell to the soft ground.
Suddenly a large naked male form towered over her with a hugely jutting
phallus.  She wanted to beg not to be hurt.  But she could not articulate
the right words.  She realized the presence could use her any way it
desired.

   This loss of control terrified but also excited her.  She had never felt
like this before.  Suddenly the penis grew even larger so the demanding
rampant organ filled the dreaming girl's vision.  Then it erupted, spewing
a torrent of hot thick sperm.  It was as if Brittany was drowning under the
unending torrent of cum.  It filled her mouth and choked her.  The heat of
the flooding white spunk reached her loins and the young girl responded
with a resulting powerful orgasm.

   Brittany's cries and thrashing awoke her nearby older sibling.  Kimberly
lifted herself from a prone position to observe her sister.  Brittany lay
on her back with her t-shirt pulled up, her head thrown back and her legs
splayed open lewdly.  Her fingers were buried deep in her gaping sex as she
wildly fingered herself.  Kimberly was shocked at her younger sister's
wanton behavior.  She abruptly realized the teenager was asleep.

   Kimberly reached over to gently shake her sister.  "Oh Brittany, please
stop," she whispered and pleaded so not awake the nearly Jennifer.

   Brittany's eyes came open suddenly as she awoke.  She jerked her hands
from her sex.  Her fingers glistened in the moonlight with vaginal
secretions.  There was a hot smell of female arousal in the air.

   Brittany turned her head to her older sister.  "It was just a dream.  Oh
God, but it was so real." Brittany then breathlessly whispered a
description of the terrible nightmare to the wide-eyed Kimberly.

   Later after Brittany had drifted off in to a fitful sleep Kimberly lay
beside her wide-awake and thinking.  She knew very well who the menacing
male presence was.  Kimberly felt helpless as she pondered the fact that
civilization with its laws, societal norms and precepts was thousands of
miles away.  She began to quietly cry, as she fully comprehended the
natural role of the weaker sex.

   Why would it be a "momentary vision"?  She's lying on her back.  John
could study her body to his heart's content.







   

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