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REV Master's Island 09 {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 9

I was inordinately proud of myself.

Using a crude forge I had created using a vinyl seat cover as a
bellows I had heated an aluminum alloy shaft, salvaged from the
plane undercarriage, and bent and formed it. After attaching some
interwoven rubber strips cut from a tire, I had, as a result, a
very serviceable slingshot with a forearm brace.

I was standing below a coconut tree and after several tries had
finally dropped a target nut.

"Monkey stew tonight," I promised myself.

Turning to look down the beach, I used my hand to shade my eyes.
In the surf below a nude Jennifer stood unconsciously poised with
an up-raised spear. She shifted her weight from one leg to the
other. I had an image association of a "Venus de Milo" rising
from the sea.

Earlier I had shown her how to adjust for the apparent target
shifts caused by the water diffraction. She made a quick spear
thrust and came up with a sparkling, flipping catch. She turned
and was waving energetically and I could see her mouth moving,
but I could not make out what she was saying over the ambient
roar of the ocean. Triumphantly holding her prize aloft, she
began a high stepping run in the shallow surf toward me.

Watching her I had an aching realization of her natural beauty.
We had been using a combination of the aloe and coconut oil for
some exposure protection from the constant sun. But, in the past
days she had tanned deeply to a nut brown and looked wildly
native. Her brown hair had sun bleached and she had tied it
behind her in a loose knot at the back of her head.

"It is bigger than the one you caught!" she laughing and holding
the flipping catch out for my inspection. It was a respectable
fish. Her lithe female frame was all youthful energy as she stuck
the spear butt into the sand and stood on her toes throwing
herself into my arms, holding me tightly.

"I am so happy," she said with a laugh.

I held her close and mused, "If old Defoe had seen you, he might
have had a whole different concept of Friday."

She turned her head to look up at me quizzically. Occasionally
the generations loomed between us. She shrugged and squeezed
herself against me.

I felt my groin stir from the tickle of her protruding pubis
against my nakedly hanging penis.
My new libido continued to amaze me. Our lovemaking had been
constant and furious over the past several days. Time passed in a
pleasurable blur of wildly uninhibited coupling, changing tides
and night and day. My waking and sleeping thoughts had been
predominated by the need to thrust into that sweet tightness of
hers. My cock had taken on a raw red worn appearance that only
the cool application of aloe would relieve.
Her hand slid down my stomach and she firmly grasped me. She
slowly worked her hand on my shaft, which responded by
immediately becoming tightly erect.

"Oh, my." She looked up at me with a bright innocent smile.
And so it went.

The next morning found us naked walking hand in hand upstream to
the waterfall. Jennifer was her always cheerfully exhilarated
self. She would pull at my hand for me to hurry, then stop and
then a moment later turn to lean against me. She suddenly
stopped, dropped my hand and squatted in the shallow water to
pick up a brightly colored shell. The beautiful girl seemed
unashamedly at ease in this Garden of Eden. She closely examined
her treasure. She stood and held it up for me to see.
"See how the red pattern swirls in the center? It's perfect," she
declared.

I nodded. I had woven a crude sack with palm fronds and some
wire. It held the last of the soap and toiletries we had
salvaged. She opened the bag and dropped the shell in.

"This place is so wonderful. I never knew that nature could be so
beautiful." She had told me she was a city girl.

"Yeah," I replied. "This place has definite paradise potential."

She looked up at me for a moment. Then she reached down to take
my hand again.

"You are beautiful too," she earnestly told me. "Last night was
unbelievable. I never knew sex could be like that. It was so
intense." Then she turned and started walking again. "Is it
always like that?" she asked over her shoulder.

I smiled sagely and nodded. But the depth of the previous night's
passion had startled me too.

Later I sat in the shallow pool. Jennifer had insisted a proper
slave girl should always bathe her master. I was staring,
mesmerized by the movement of a neatly trimmed pubic bush, which
was nearly tickling my nose. Jennifer stood above me and was
energetically scrubbing my hair.

"You better close your eyes," she warned. I felt soap running
down my face. I reached down to cup some water and splashed my
face and her belly.

She giggled.

I leaned forward to blow the soap that was running down her belly
into the tight curly nest below.

"Oh!" she squealed. She stepped back and pointed a finger at me.
"Don't get me started," she scolded.

"Why not?" I asked. I reached out to grasp her slender hips. I
pulled her loins to my mouth and kissed her sex.

"Oh shit," she protested. Her hips squirmed in my tight grip. I
ran my tongue around her slit. Her hands tightened in my hair. I
tasted her moist heat. Her hands loosened then gently held my
head. I felt a slight tremor in her. I probed at her cleft.

"Please?" she whispered. I felt her respond with a slight push
against my face.

Using my lips and tongue I kissed and lapped at her trembling
lips. There was a delightful firm compactness about her. I
tightly squeezed her buttocks and she responded by pushing
forward toward my extended tongue. My forefinger brushed against
the puckered opening of her anus and I gently inserted a
fingertip. Her lithe frame responded with a jerk.

"Owww. I'm still sore there," she said lightly. "But, it feels
good. Please be easy with me."

Resting her hands on my head she raised a leg and rested it
across my shoulder. This opened her thighs for a full and deep
oral penetration of her gash. I liked the way she responded to my
kisses. I enjoyed this feeling of playing with her body. I curled
the tip of my tongue and slowly rolled her engorged clit. Her
hands tightened in my hair. She ground herself wantonly into my
mouth.

My finger was inserted into her anus to the first digit. I could
feel her loosen and tighten her ass in response to my
ministrations. Abruptly she gasped and went slack. She felt like
a limp doll in my hands.

After planting one final kiss, I pulled my mouth away from her
sweet heat. I let gravity pull her down onto my lap and I guided
her onto on my cock. She again stiffened at the contact to her
open sex. Then with a sign she slowly settled onto me. I felt
that tight velvet grip of her slowly engulf me. She wrapped her
arms about my neck and started heatedly kissing my mouth. She had
started a slow grind on my phallus.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "I thought we where
washing off?"

I had my finger fully buried in her anus. I used my intimate grip
to hold her squirming weight tightly to me.

"We have all day for that," I told her.

Later I stood above her as she determinedly finished her
Master-washing duties. She knelt at my feet and was slowly
lathering my calf. She ran her hand up my leg to my inner thigh.

"You are all hard muscle," she told me.

"I used to play all lot of ball," I replied. "I still work out
when I can."

She had her hand between my legs and was washing the back of my
thighs. She pressed the side of her face against my stomach and
reached up to soap my buttocks.

"I just never knew the hardness of a guy could be so exciting,"
she confided, and then giggled. "I mean all over hardness."

Her finger touched my sphincter. She looked up at me.

"I saw Brittany kiss you there and you liked it," she said
softly. "Do you want me to do that too? I've never done it. But,
if you want me to, I will. I want to do everything to please
you." She stared up at me earnestly.

Her finger continued to gently lather my anus.

"We shall see, Jennifer," I smiled and replied. But I my mind had
shifted to other things. While this was a paradise, the edge of
survival was always an ominous thought in the back of my head. I
was always hungry.

Although almost all my time had been spent foraging or in the
sack, I had managed to fabricate several tools.

Initially they had been very primitive. I had used a stout wood
club to bang at the plane fuselage. But once I managed to bend
back the thin sheet metal, I had access to wiring and metal
parts. Much time was consumed and strain involved in doing
tedious back and forth bending to break loose a metal shaft. But
once I had freed it I was lifted from the Stone Age. I had a
hammer and a pry bar.

The same methods yielded a flat length of metal, which I attached
to a wooden handle and sharpened. This crude but very usable
machete was perfect for cutting bamboo and cracking coconuts.

More than once I had silently considered how quick and simple
this work would be with a couple of wrenches and a screwdriver.

But my rudimentary methods had yielded various lengths of wire,
nuts and bolts. I had even used a piece of loose fuselage and
pounded out a crude but useable frying pan. When I attached a
long wooden handle to it to save my hands from being burned by
the fire, Jennifer had called it the Fred Flintstone line of
cookware.

I had interwoven electrical wire into a flat belt and attached a
large brass bolt into the weave.

Jennifer had not been particularly enthused when I demonstrated
the practical purpose of this device.

She knelt before me with her head bowed as I wove the final ends
together. When it was fully fitted around her slender neck there
were no loose ends. There was no way to easily take it off.

"I learned how to do that in Boy Scouts," I told her.

She had knelt back and had a finger inserted in the hanging
washer. She pulled it and rotated the collar back and forth on
her neck. She peered down at her new apparel.

"When I was at camp we just used this weaving stuff  **2014**
gimp, I think it's called **2014** for key chains and hair
pulls," she responded.

I picked up the shiny length of thin chain I had salvaged from
the landing gear mechanism. I clicked the toggle bolt to the
washer on her collar. I tugged the leash and she was pulled
forward to brace herself on her hands. She looked up at me in
surprise.

"Well, Jennifer," I told her, "we must adapt with the tools we
have."

I stood and fastened the other end of the chain to a large bolt I
had hammered into a nearby palm tree. I stood back to critique my
work.

"Just kneel there until I return," I told her gently. I ran my
hand through her hair. She looked up at me and blinked.

"Woof, woof," she giggled.

As the ocean receded I would routinely check my traps in the
shallow tidal pools. It usually took an hour to check the several
places where I seemed to have consistent luck. I gathered my gear
and prepared to make my rounds. The past nights Jennifer had been
accompanying me. She reached up and tested the secured restraint.
My intent was very oblivious. Tonight she was to remain behind.

There was a slight pout. "Please don't forget about me," she said
meekly.

As I walked away into the night I turned back several times to
check on her. Within the lit radius of the fire she remained
kneeling, staring intently into the darkness where she had seen
me last disappear.

Neptune was good to us this night. I had shrimp and crabs.

Jennifer was ecstatic on my return. I thought her excitement was
due to my bounteous harvest. Still kneeling she had wrapped her
arms around my knees and hugged herself tightly against my
thighs.

"Oh, I missed you so!" she whispered. She started kissing my leg.
She ran her tongue up my thigh and took my soft cock in her
mouth. Within moments I became erect and she began an energetic
bobbing on my shaft.

Standing above her, I realized I still had the catch in my hands
and was dripping seawater on her. She was oblivious to everything
but my penis. The chain tightened as she straightened up to align
herself above my erection. I gasped as she tightened her lips and
increased her suction. She began a rapid demanding up and down
motion. I dropped the netted fish at my feet and clutched my
dripping hands in her hair.

"Damn, Jennifer," I moaned, "that feels wonderful."

She popped her mouth off me and looked up. She clutched my rod
and squeezed it so the bulbous head swelled almost painfully.

"I've been thinking about this the whole time you where gone,"
she confided passionately.

She placed my penis crown in her mouth and holding the base in
both hands renewed her determined tight bobbing.

I could feel the intense sensation up my spine. I threw my head
back and gasped. It felt like my head would explode.

"Oh shit, GIRL!" I exclaimed.

She was completely focused on her task. She seemed to have a
ravenous hunger for cock. I reached over and unlocked the leash
from the tree and used it to pull her head and mouth away from
me. I turned and bent over resting my hands on my knees.

"Use your tongue there," I told her.

Immediately I felt her smooth face between my cheeks and then the
probing insertion of her curled tongue. She had her face firmly
pressed to my bottom with her lips against my anus. I felt the
presence of her deep in my bowels. She reached forward to grab my
rod and began to stroke it. I had begun to sweat. She pulled her
tongue from the anal hollow and lapped slowly from the base of my
scrotum up the crack of my buttocks and back again. Then she sat
back.

"You like that?" she asked.

"It feels wild," I gasped. My legs felt like rubber.

But she had become distracted. "Oh look," she said. "Here comes
Brittany."




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