Message-ID: <31523asstr$995685005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@slb6.atl.mindspring.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Taoman" <thomhobs@NOSPAMhotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <9j77mf$o95$1@slb6.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 19 Jul 2001 18:08:15 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2479.0006 Subject: {ASSM} Master's Island 08 Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 23:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31523> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly REV Master's Island 08 {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 8 The huge red sun had set over the cresting now maroon ocean. I was leaning back against a palm tree fully satisfied with myself. Earlier I had been well fucked and now I had just finished a simple but grand dinner. I patted my full stomach and burped. I had come to realize in this paradise a man should focus on his basic pleasures. Later I continued to ponder life's great moments as I slowly wrapped wire about a razor-sharp metal shard I was mounting on a bamboo fish spear. The twilight had nearly faded when I saw the lone figure approaching on the darkened beach. I determined it was the petite Jennifer. She halted just outside of the circle of my fire and disrobed. She unashamedly entered the firelight with only a big smile and came to her knees beside me. "Hey, Boss," she said brightly and laid her hand on my knee. "You lost, little girl?" I asked in a serious manner. I set the completed spear aside. "Nope," she answered. "Kimberly just kicked me out." Earlier with the ending day, the girls had become apprehensive of the older Kimberly's wrath on their return to the other camp. I had given the two girls some fresh fish and prepared a frond pouch of smoldering embers to take back. After some breathless kisses and hugs for me, I had watched the two naked girls jog back up the beach, stop, put on their clothes and then continue on. She related that, on their late return, the furiously suspicious older sister had thrown a major fit. Kimberly had made the easily intimidated Brittany confess the entire afternoon's activities. "I thought her face would pop when Brit told her she had to suck you off," she giggled. Evidently Kimberly was trying to be a responsible and protective adult. It sounded if she had also been truly upset and concerned when told about Jennifer's anal penetration. "I thought she was going to want to see my sore ass," Jennifer said indignantly. "I told her I liked it and would let you do it again if you wanted," she added. Then pausing she looked at me timidly and said sweetly, "But maybe not for a day or so. Okay?" I smiled at her and pulled her onto my lap. She laid her head against my chest. She told me at that Kimberly had really gone "berserk". Kimberly had called her "a little slut" and "whore". Kimberly had threatened to tell Jennifer's parents. Jennifer had responded by telling Kimberly that "she had been Talbot's whore", and Kimberly had responded by screaming at her to "get out". We sat quietly in the flickering light with the ever-present roar of the breakers filling the silence. "Hey," she interrupted the lull, "can I live here with you?" She lifted her head and looked at me with her eyes wide and luminous in the faint light. "I could be however you want me," she said. "I could be your girlfriend or the other way if you wanted." "What `other way' is that?" I asked seriously. She looked away and then back. "You know. Like you said." "You tell me, Jennifer," I replied. She rolled her eyes and laid her head back against my chest. Then she ran a hand up my stomach to my chest hair that she smoothed and patted. "It's hard for me to ask that," she said quietly. "Please don't make it so hard." "You must ask me, Jennifer," I replied, "or go back." "Okay, okay, I will," she said in a low tone. "Will what?" I said. She sat up again and faced me. "I promise to always do everything you tell me if that is what you want," she said as her voice quavered at the end. "Give me a little kiss, Jennifer," I said. She closed her eyes, parted her lips and kissed me with an open-mouthed wanton hunger. After a moment she broke the kiss and buried her face against me. "I never thought I would ever feel like this," she said. "With guys back home I can usually trick them into doing what I want. If I want to do it with them, I might or might not. But this afternoon when you made me do that, I was really turned on." She added as quiet afterthought, "I have never been so hot with a guy before. You just look at me or touch me and my heart starts pounding." I reached up to palm a firm hand full of her breast. Her heart was pounding. I slowly rolled a pert nipple that immediately tightened. "You see that," she whispered. "Even after this afternoon I want you... even more so." She again lifted her head up and our eyes locked. "I will do or be whatever you want me to be. Let me stay here with you... Please... Master?" <img alt="0x08 graphic" src="StrangeNoGraphicData"><br> From the endless depths rose a full red moon. The tide reached its low ebb and turned. The incoming waves crashed like a repetitive thunder down the length of beach. At the edge of the jungle the flickering embers of a dying fire reflects glowingly against the arched naked back of a beautiful girl. She is illuminated in the pale light as she straddles and rhythmically thrusts against a darker shape in the shadows beneath her. Her cries of abandon are lost in the sound of the sea. Maroon? This is another personal foible of mine. The dictionary accepts "OK", but I've always felt that in writing "okay" is better. 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