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REV Master's Island 14 {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. The complete version can be found at storiesonline.net (a
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while there. Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com


Chapter 14

I continued to simplify meeting our most basic want, that of
food.  For example I had devised a system of expediting the
catching of sea life. I had driven closely aligned bamboo stakes
across the drainage channels of several deep tidal pools. We
would bait the pools at high tide and then at low tide pick and
choose our dinner from the trapped crustaceans and fish. 

I had grown unhappy with the original hut. It was cramped with
the three of us. Also the raised interwoven bamboo floor was
constantly in need of repair and new support.  I had drawn plans
in the sand and proposed to the girls we undertake the building
of a new more substantial home. The two were enthusiastic until
construction was underway and the amount of hard effort involved
became apparent. I finally had to resort to the use of a bamboo
switch to generate motivation on the continued gathering of
construction material. 

I planned on a large structure by combining and strapping
together lengths of thick bamboo with malleable bands of heated
sheet metal from the plane's fuselage for strong support.  I
planned a pyramid structure using three columns.

The cutting and dragging of the bamboo was very hard work. We had
to go inland for the size we needed, chopping down the bamboo
with our machetes. We had devised a harness from several
seatbelts and using a length of attached heavy wire the girls
would drag the burden to the beach. I overhead "yassur boss"
comments addressed in my direction as a result of this labor. I
had also noticed Jennifer took a delight in using a switch on
Brittany's behind if she felt the other girl was lagging.

The girls had deepened their own special relationship apart from
me. Both girls considered themselves "straight" and the
developing sexual need was supposed to be a secret. I had not
felt excluded and thought it provided them a deeper security.
Brittany suffered deep bouts of homesickness and would slip into
a lethargic melancholy. I observed Jennifer get sexually
aggressive with Brittany when she was in this mood.
  
 The complex and constant barrage of stimuli of modern American
life was lacking here. This simple primitive existence refocused
your needs. The appreciation of our few pleasures had grown. We
savored the company of each other.  Talking, touching and sex
were important parts actions that reaffirmed our social
collectiveness.  This bonding was a reassurance of security that
united our little family.

But it was not always an idealistic world. Eden had an edge. The
complex sexual relationship of three could be problematic.
Jealousies, individual irritations and conflicts with another
were a reoccurring disruption of paradise.

Earlier that evening there had been a misunderstanding. Brittany,
as cook, had been trying to raise the standard of the daily meal
with more variety. She had presented a bowl of "caviar" as an
aperitif for dinner. I had stuck my fingers in the gelatinous
mass and sniffed at the roe.
  
"This smells like puss" I had commented and curled my lip in
suspicious distaste. This was the continuation of a running
"fishy smell" community joke, which was at Jennifer's expense.  
Angrily Jennifer had responded by throwing a handful of eggs at
me. The wet mass had struck my chest and splattered like a hand
grenade. We had stared at each other in shock at her sudden brash
reaction. Then she had jumped up and sprinted off. I immediately
followed and chased her down the beach. Attempting to escape in
the open had been her mistake. She could easily elude me in the
thick jungle but on an open stretch I eventually outran and
overtook her.

I caught a running leg and upended the fleet Amazon. We wrestled
until I straddled her. This was no simple feat as her slight
frame belied a hard compact wiry power. Holding her down I made
her clean the egg mess off my torso with her tongue. This action
heated the situation. I wedged my self between her thighs
stretching her arms above her head and rubbed my demanding
erection against her vulnerable mons. Initially she hotly
protested my further advances, but her cleft was responsively
wet. The struggle continued, which changed when I thrust and was
succeeded with a degree of penetration.  She immediately thrust
back against me.  We coupled in an extended sexual power match,
as neither of us could seem to get enough of the other. Our eyes
locked, we rolled back and forth, slowing to an almost
exquisitely breathless plateau then building back to a pounding
frenzy of demanding want for the other. Eventually we both rode a
building crescendo of release and then lay in the shallow warm
waves.
  
Afterwards hand-in-hand we had walked back to the camp. Brittany
sat alone by the fire. She had been watching the flames but had
looked up at our approach. She smiled and told us she had kept
our supper warm. She arose and quietly busied herself in dishing
out the food from a metal plate resting in the coals. I felt a
chill in the atmosphere and look questionably at Jennifer. She
was watching her friend but turned her head to meet my eye. She
shrugged her shoulders.
 
I have never been one for subtlety and I decided to confront the
situation. "What's wrong, Brittany?" I asked her.

She had sat down next to Jennifer. She looked over at me and
quietly replied "Nothing"

"Oh right!" I answered.

Jennifer put her arm around her friend. "What is it Brittany?" 
Jennifer asked her gently.

Brittany turned to her, lip began to quiver and she sniffed. "You
guys left me alone for so long. I thought you maybe didn't want
me around." She began to cry. Jennifer hugged her and Brittany
laid her head on her shoulder.

"Oh man!" I said in disgust. Jennifer gave me a dirty look. I
held my tongue and thought for a minute. Over the past weeks we
had all done everything together. It was rare when any of us was
alone.
 
I had a quick tinge of guilt as I again faced the youth of my two
fellow castaways. Both girls were very capable of projecting a
fa**e7**ade of maturity. It was easy to forget our circumstances.
That we were thousands of miles from familiar homes and families
could be hard for these teenagers to bear. Our closeness was a
comforting home for them. Not so much for the self assured
Jennifer, but particularly with the more sensitive Brittany.
 
Brittany had her arms around Jennifer and the two were holding
each other close. Brittany's head came up and she kissed
Jennifer. The kiss lingered and Jennifer responded by tightening
her embrace. I was always intrigued in watching these two make
love. The gentle way they would touch and caress the other
titillated me. Also when I had seen the teenagers become very
passionate with the other it had been very sensual.

But, this night it seemed Brittany needed her time. I stood,
brushed the sand from myself and went off into the darkness. My
departure went unnoticed.




	
	



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