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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} REV Master's Island 02 {Taoman} {Mfff, oral, anal, bi, spanking}
Date: Wed,  3 Jan 2001 19:10:07 -0500
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 Master's Island copyright @2001 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

The following material is meant for mature readers

DAY TWO

The next morning dawned clear and gorgeous.

                The previous night's misery seemed foreign in the new day. I
noticed the females seemed nonetheless for wear as they went about their
feminine morning absolutions. They had found some soap and toiletries in one
of the salvaged carry on bags. The women had vanished upstream to the pool
and returned clean and refreshed.
                I decided I was due for a bath myself and followed their
example. I washed my still damp clothes and myself. Afterwards squatting
naked on the sandy banks I twisted and wrung out the rinsed aviation khaki
coveralls. I held up my new shorts to determine if the leg cuts where
balanced when I realized I had an audience. A short distance away Jennifer
stood leaning against a tree. I had a moment of intense embarrassment of
being naked in front of the teenage girl. My hands dropped and I used my
pants to cover my exposed groin. Then I noticed she was quietly examining
me.  I stood, faced her and let my hands drop to my side. Her eyes seemed
drawn downward to my crotch.
               "You want something, Jennifer?" I asked her.
               At my voice her eyes came up slowly to meet my glaze. As our
eyes locked she suddenly looked very young and vulnerable. Without a word
she spun around and ran back towards the camp. I pulled on my new shorts and
fastened them. I stood thinking that I thought I had seen the frank
appraisal of a grown woman in her initial glaze. My adult world was far
removed from modern teenagers and I had no basis of rapport with her
generation. I shook my head and told myself I had been mistaken. When I
walked back into camp Jennifer gave me a quick glance then continued to talk
to her friend Brittany.
                We finished the salvaged emergency rations I had found and
then sat around the fire and everyone talked. I was beginning to become
familiar with my fellow castaways. Kimberly said she was Talbot's
"production investor". She was a beautiful blue-eyed, large bosomed,
long-legged, blonde-tressed All-American girl. I had mentally compared the
real life Kimberly to the air brushed version I had seen in the pin-up
picture. The younger edition had been the fresh-faced girl next door with
the creamy voluptuousness of a sex goddess. Her mouth had that upturned pout
that seemed to be asking to be kissed. This real life version had a more
knowing mature beauty.  I doubted nowadays when she had her picture taken if
she stilled adapted that parted lip "come hither" expression from her youth.
She had tied off her blouse at her breasts to expose her flat mid-drift.
She had partially unbuttoned her shirt in the sun to expose a long athletic
flank. The short time she had spent on herself earlier had given dramatic
results. She looked quite ready for the next photo shoot. I thought perhaps
when a woman is that beautiful little maintenance is necessary.
                Her sister Brittany was a younger blonde version of her
sister. She was drop dead pretty with that wholesome sexuality that young
women have. Even with her breasts not as fully developed as her sister's I
thought she was quite voluptuous for her age. She had huge blue eyes that I
had found myself get distractedly arrested in when I talked to her. There
was a manner about her that puzzled me. She had been the most helpful of the
three girls. The previous afternoon during the raising of the lean-to I had
placed the end of a brace in a hole.  She was helping me bury the support. I
had held the log upright and she had knelt by my feet to fill and pack sand
in the hole. The wind caused the structure to shift slightly and I had to
twist myself to hold the weight. I felt her hair tickle against my bare
upper leg. The load shifted again and the side of her head bumped against my
thigh.  I had become very conscious of our positions. I felt that all to
familiar tightening of my scrotum. I had suddenly realized I had cut my
pants too short.  My penis had stirred and stiffened. I looked down and saw
my erection was fully protruding from the ragged bottom edge of my shorts.
My hands where fully occupied holding the wooden beam.  I had no choice but
to hope my aroused condition might go unnoticed. She had finished the task,
sat back, brushed the hair from her face and looked up at me. Her face was
level with my groin. We had held our positions for a frozen minute. She
became aware of her submissive pose. Her eyes had dropped to my groin. My
large throbbing erection was only inches from her face.  Her eyes widened
and she took in her breath as she stared in shock at my unexpected arousal.
She had flushed and blinked. "Oh my." She had said softly. She had jerked
her eyes away from my cock and had stood up. Without another word she had
turned and walked quickly away from me. I had been surprised by my own
charged reaction to the teenager. I resolved   to strengthen my self-control
in the future.
             Her friend Jennifer was a cute petite brunette. Almost elfin
with her large amber eyes she had a spirited mischievous demeanor that made
me laugh. Our earlier encounter at the pool had seemed to be forgotten. Of
all of us Jennifer seemed less perturbed by our current risky predicament. I
had a mental conviction that she would handle going to the local mall with
the same manner as being marooned on this uninhabited island. Physically
Jennifer was also a blossoming young woman. She had tied off her blouse as a
halter-top. The top several buttons where unfastened.  Despite myself my eye
had been drawn to her exposed cleavage. She had her arms up and she was
animatedly describing the plane crash. She caught where my eye had lingered
when she shifted her glaze to me. I again saw that feminine awareness in her
glance. She had paused for a moment and our eyes had held mine. She then
turned back to the other girls and finished her breathless recollection.
              Using the knife the teenagers had followed my example and had
cut their jeans for shorts. Later they borrowed the knife again to make
shorter shorts. These shorts showed the bottom swell of their young firm
backsides. The older Kimberly had thrown a fit at this youthful brazen
display. The girls had replied, "They wore less at the beach at home."
Kimberly had said "they where NOT at home" I had been minding my own
business tending the fire but had looked up at this last discourse. All
three females had shifted their glances at me. Kimberly lowered her voice
and I could not make out the rest of the whispered lecture.
                The teenagers had found this as a fun adventure. But the
older Kimberly was all business. She wanted to know exactly what I was going
to do to get them out of this mess. I said that first Talbot needed to be
buried.
That afternoon the four of us made the somber walk back to the body. Using
our hands we had scooped out a shallow grave in the soft sand at the edge of
the jungle. I pulled Talbot into the depression.    Standing above the sad
pit I tried to think of some words.
                "Anyone want to say anything?" I said.
                 "He was a rich bastard," Kimberly said with a caustic tone.
I looked at her and she icily met my eye with a defiant glare then turned
away with an indifferent shrug.  Knowing him too I could not add to that
epithet.
               The four of us scooped and mounded sand over the body until
Talbot was covered.  We stuck several pieces of upright driftwood into the
soft sand.  I had a morose premonition as I watched the loose grains of sand
swirl away in a gust of breeze that we might not find this place again.

Kimberly again asked me how I was going to get them rescued.
                 I decided to demonstrate some leadership and had suggested
the girls lay out a large SOS on a peculiarly large open stretch of beach I
had seen.  The flat open area was about a half mile up the beach.  I
volunteered to scout for food. They agreed and we went about our tasks.
                  Over the next two hours I foraged some ripe coconuts, some
type of banana fruit that I seen monkeys eating and some wild aloe. I was
carrying my new found bounty back to the camp when I heard faint rumble of a
highflying aircraft above the noise of the jungle. I dropped the food and
sprinted toward the beach.  When I broke from the deep foliage I immediately
saw the girls had heard the jet also. The three of them where standing out
at the breakwater jumping and yelling at the slight speck in the sky.  I
scanned the beach for our distress sign. I immediately saw they had laid out
a large S and part of an O. As I watched a wave from the incoming tide
washed away a large portion of their efforts.
                   "DAMN IT!" I screamed. "I said lay it out in that open
area"
                   The three women had turned at my curse.
                   "It was too far too walk and there was no shade,"
Kimberly explained to me.
                    Jennifer spoke, "The sand was too loose down there to
walk on"
                    "We thought this would be just as good and it was easier
to find wood in the jungle." Brittany sheepishly added.
I sat down hard in the sand and with a sullen deep despair watched the plane
disappear over the horizon.

                  I told the hungry girls to go easy on eating the fresh
fruit, which advice was promptly ignored with resulting digestive distress
later that night. I used the aloe on my exposed skin and was amazed at the
immediate cooling relief it provided. The three females turned up their
collective noses at the wild remedy. "It stinks" Brittany said
distastefully. I couldn't smell anything.
                   The second night brought another tropical storm. I had
expanded the lean-to and thickened the roof. The girl's promptly occupied
the updated section and I found myself again miserable and soaked. I was
also to blame for everyone's excess fruit related gastric problems and was
verbally picked apart during lulls in the storm. It was another endlessly
long nightmarish night. (To be cont.)

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