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Subject: {ASSM} Master's Island (09)
Date: Wed,  4 Apr 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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REV Master's Island 09 {Taoman} {Mfff, oral, anal, bi, spanking}

 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
WARNING: This material is intended for mature readers
I was inordinately proud of myself.
 Using a crude forge I had created using a vinyl seat cover as a billows I
had heated an aluminum alloy shaft, salvaged from the plane undercarriage,
and bent and formed it. After attaching some inter-woven rubber strips cut
from a tire, I had as a result, a very serviceable slingshot with forearm
brace.
            I was standing a below 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 target shifts caused by the
water diffraction. She made a sudden 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 standing 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 her.  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 herself 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 for me to see.
 "See how the red pattern swirls in the center? It is perfect." She told me.
 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 starting walking again. "Is it always like that?" she asked
over her shoulder.
 I smiled sagely and nodded. But, the depth of the night's passion had
startled me also.
 Later I sat in the shallow pool. Jennifer had insisted a proper slave girl
should always bathe her man. 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, which 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 to 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 am still sore there," she said tightly. "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 intimate 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 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 have never done that. But, if you want me too 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 answered. But I had my mind had
shifted to other things. While this was a paradise, the edge of surviving
was always an ominous thought in the back of my head. I was always hungry.
 Although all my time had not been foraging or spent in the sack, I had
managed to fabricate several tools.
 Initially I 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 pry bar.
 More than once I had silently considered how quick and simple this work
would be with a couple 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 had attached a long wood 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. I had
attached a large brass bolt into the weave.
 Jennifer had not been particularly enthused when I had 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 about her slender neck there where 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 a camp we just used this weaving stuff was for
key chains and hair pulls." She answered.
          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 at me with surprise.
          "Well Jennifer." I told her. "We must adapt with the tools we
have."
             I stood and fastened to the other end of the chain to 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 have thinking about this the whole time you where gone.' She
confided heatedly.
          She placed the 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
backed 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. I 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. 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." (To be continued)

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