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Subject: {ASSM} REV Master's Island 03 {Taoman} {Mfff,Oral,Anal,Spnk}
Date: Sat,  6 Jan 2001 18:10:06 -0500
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DAY THREE
That morning I finally lost my patience.
              I had burned my fingers while attempting to start a fire using
wet wood. The three cold hungry miserable females huddled under the dripping
lean-to where also in a group foul humor.  I had smoked some fish the night
before and I had seen the three gingerly pick at the cold food then throw it
in the jungle.
             Kimberly bitchily advised me "Any moron could have that fire
lit by now."
             A heat flared at the back of my neck. I slowly set down the
firewood and stood up. I brushed sand from my knees and turned to the women.
             "I am done with this," I said, "When any of you care to behave
as a decent person.Come and see me"
              I grabbed half the matches, the knife, and a box of supplies
and strode down the beach. I felt their collective eyes boring into my back
as I put some distance between us. I had seen a perfect camping spot a mile
up the beach.
             In fact by that evening I had constructed a low shelter with a
tight roof and walls. There was sheltering palms, fresh water and some
nearby tidal pools. I had speared a delicious fat fish for my supper. At
sunset I was sitting against a palm tree, weaving fronds into a sleeping mat
and enjoying a cocktail. The supplies I had snatched had included a wide
selection of those little flight bottles of booze. While tepid coconut milk
was not the best mixer I had ever tasted, after numerous attempts I had come
up with a palate pleasing concoction. I smacked my lips and congratulated
myself again on my latent, never before used, survival talents.
              I heard approaching voices and the three girls appeared.
Standing by my fire the three faced me. Kimberly had crossed her arms and
began a hot tirade involving my lack of common decency, bad attitude and my
responsibilities.
              I had been debating this problematic situation about my mind
all afternoon and her little tirade cemented my ultimate decision.
              I held up my hand. "OK stop," I said, "This is the way this is
all going to work." The three stared at me. "If you want to live and maybe
get off this island then you will do it my way"
              "First off I am the boss," I said. I was a bit pissed and a
little drunk so I expanded on that. "No I think King is a better
description." I smiled at them and sat back.
              Then I added, "You will keep your mouth shut and do everything
exactly as I say."
              I looked at Kimberly with an open leer. "And I do mean
EVERYTHING I say."
              Kimberly spat at me in disgust "You are crazy and sick." She
added vehemently. "My days of taking any shit off any man are long past!"
She spun on her heels and disappeared into the darkness. The two teenagers
where looking at me with wide-eyed shock. Brittany turned and went after her
sister. Jennifer stared at me. "Does that mean we would have to have sex?"
she said.
              I was momentarily taken aback at her youthful effrontery. Then
I thought I would come right back at her.  "Yes Jennifer you would fuck me,
you would suck me and I think I would put my cock right up that tight ass of
yours."
             She gasped, turned and went running after the others. I noticed
her legs rose straight to that firm compact butt. She had one of those flat
gaps at the junction on her thighs and sex.
              "Damn" I murmured. I had a hotly intense vision of cupping my
hand there.

DAY FOUR

I had awoken with a bad hangover. I was also very hungry. Yesterday I had
thought of an easy way to catch seagulls. Today my simple plan was proving
to be onerous.
            I had scooped out a body-sized depression in the loose sand and
then lay down and buried myself.
           My final moves had been to place the remnants of last night's
supper on my loosely covered belly, cover my face with some seaweed and
lastly to burrow my exposed arm into the sand.
 The rapidly rising sun had uncomfortably warmed the sand. I began to sweat
last night's excessives. The rank seaweed filled my senses and my head
pounded claustrophobically. Time passed slowly. Finally though the green
cover I saw several gulls land nearby and peer at the offered bait with cock
headed suspicion. My stomach groaned in emptiness. I concentrated in an
effort to remain still.
           Suddenly with a keening squawk one flapped up and then down to
land on me. In the same instant I brought my arms together to clasp the
wilding struggling and crying bird. Within moments I had managed to wring it
's neck suffering only several beak induced gashes to my arms.
In victory I held the bird above my head and screamed, "YES!"


Kimberly had started the morning eager to prove her self-reliance and
self-sufficiency.
           But as the hours progressed her efforts at foraging food had been
less than successful.  She thought to her self that supper tonight was going
to be quite meager at best. The only coconuts and fruit she had found on the
ground had been cracked open or where soft and mushy. She had been
unsuccessful in throwing rocks to dislodge the less ripe prizes, which
dangled above her.  She finally had to resort to trying to find any fallen
debris that might be at least having a semblance of being edible. Her early
day optimism had faded to a gray depression.
           She would not allow herself to be dependant on a man. "Even a
damn good-looking one" she told herself with a slight bitter smile. She
shook her head in dismay at this fix the girls and her where in. " Mother
must be frantic" she thought. Her mother had always made great attempts to
de-glamorize Kimberly's pin-up career for the sake of the younger Brittany.
But now Brittany was eighteen. She had graduated High School and had been
accepted at a good college in the coming fall.
           Once Kimberly had suggested this trip her mother and younger
sister all maternal misgivings had been lost in the ensuing teenage
excitement. "A simple trip to Hawaii" Kimberly remembers telling her mother.
She tossed her long hair from her face and looked down the beach.  "I hope
those two are having better luck with fishing," She thought. Her stomach
cramped when she looked back down at the fruit she had found.


               I had discovered that fish seemed to school just off shore at
a particular jutting section of beach. I had devised several bamboo poles
into pointed spears, which I had over my shoulder as I walked the shoreline.
At the crest of a large dune just above my destination I came across the two
nude sunbathing teenagers. Both girls glistened with oil, as they lay
stretched out naked in the midday heat. I came to an abrupt halt. The
disturbed sand from my footsteps continued down the incline and the movement
caused Jennifer to look up at me.
               Our eyes met and I again felt that tingle of awareness of her
sensuality. She was lying on her stomach and she raised herself to her
elbows. Her breasts hung like firm ripe orbs. My attention focused on a drop
of sweat, which had run down the slope of her breast and dangled from a pert
nipple.
              "Do you need something?" she asked me with a slight smile.
              Brittany turned her head at the sound of her friend's voice.
She was lying on her back. She followed Jennifer's glaze up to me.
              Brittany let out a slight yelp of surprise and flipped over to
her stomach. I had a momentary vision of two full breasts and a flash of
dark pubic strip. They had found two blankets in the plane. Brittany reached
down and stretched the blanket so it modestly partially covered her exposed
bottom. She stared up at me wide-eyed.
             But Jennifer was much less shy. Using her arms she pushed
herself up and sat back on her heels. She made a casual attempt to cover her
nudity. Her left arm shielded her breasts and with her right arm
languorously pulled her long clinging hair off her neck and slope of her
breasts. She then rested this arm in her lap.
              She was beautiful. Perhaps the proudly firm up thrust breasts
would be unexpected on such a slight frame. But her figure was not
unbalanced. I saw no tan lines on her dark body.   I realized she was very
aware of her sexuality and I was again being challenged.
            "Please, GO AWAY" Brittany hissed.
            I shifted my vision from Jennifer's brazenly naked display to
Brittany's look of alarm and fear. The precepts of proper society kicked in
my moral sense and I adverted my eyes. I turned my back on the pair and
offered my apologies as I walked away.
             Later as I squatted by my fire filleting my day's catch I had a
sudden powerful realization. My knife paused in mid-slice as I lost my
concentration. I knew with a complete certainty that if Jennifer and I
stayed much longer on this island we would sooner or later make love.
             I had not been in a serious relationship for years. I had
adapted a very relaxed attitude about sex and love. It suited my high-flying
unbound lifestyle.
             This just discovered burning lust I had for Jennifer was a
unfamiliar obsession. Just the thought of her caused me to take a deep
breath. I had an almost visceral sensation of bending her lithe form over
and fucking her. It was not gentile love play I was envisioning but hard
pounding sex. The image of her seared my psyche and I felt my cock harden to
a painfully tight erection in my shorts.
             I stood and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position.
With my hand on my penis I had a momentary urge to gain a masturbatory
release. I shook my head and laughed. "Damn, the sight of that young pussy
makes me feel like I am eighteen again." I muttered to myself.
 I looked out to the sea and considered if this natural setting or all this
seafood could somehow be loosening and heightening my civilized libido. I
had not felt this driving urge for sex in years. It verged on almost a
primal drive.
 I again laughed at myself. "I will be grunting and carrying a club around
if this keeps up."

The three girls slept.
          Brittany jerked slightly and moaned. Her hand slide down her flat
stomach and gently caressed her vulva. She was very wet. Never awakening she
unconsciously used a finger to roll her engorged clitoris.
          Brittany dreamt. In her dream she was in the deep jungle. She was
naked and felt very vulnerable. She was being pursued.  There was a powerful
presence coming for her. The vines in the thick morass seemed to bind and
hold her. She was unable to escape. She fell to the soft ground. Suddenly a
large naked male form towered over her with a hugely jutting phallus.  She
wanted to beg not to be hurt. But she could not articulate the right words.
She realized the presence could use her any way it desired. This loss of
control terrified but also excited her. She had never felt like this before.
Suddenly the penis grew even larger so the demanding rampant organ filled
the dreaming girl's vision. Then it erupted spewing a torrent of hot thick
sperm. It was as if Brittany was drowning under the unending torrent of cum.
It filled her mouth and choked her. The heat of the flooding white spunk
reached her loins and the young girl responded with a resulting powerful
orgasm.
           Brittany's cries and thrashing awoke the nearby older Kimberly.
Brittany lay on her back with her t-shirt pulled up, her head thrown back
and her legs splayed open lewdly. Her fingers where buried deep in her
gaping sex as she wildly fingered herself. Kimberly was shocked at her
younger sibling's wanton behavior. Kimberly abruptly realized the teenager
was asleep.
           Kimberly reached over to gently shake her sister. "Oh Brittany
please stop." She whispered and pleaded so not awake the nearly Jennifer.
           Brittany's eyes came open suddenly as she awoke. She jerked her
hands from her sex. Her fingers glistened in the moonlight with vaginal
secretions. There was a hot smell of female arousal in the air.
           Brittany turned her head to her older sister. "It was just a
dream. Oh god it was so real". Brittany then breathlessly whispered a
description of the terrible nightmare to the wide-eyed Kimberly.
            Later after Brittany had drifted off in to a fitful sleep
Kimberly laid beside her wide-awake and thinking. She knew very well who the
menacing male presence was. Kimberly felt helpless as she pondered the fact
that civilization with its laws, societal norms and precepts where thousands
of miles away.  She began to quietly cry, as she fully comprehended the
natural role of the weaker sex. (To be cont.)

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