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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. 
It's also correct, by the way.





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