Message-ID: <11520eli$9805232131@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ghost Ex Machina Subject: {Kim} Two stories from the Island (FF FM Humor Best Bond) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980522231459.18738.qmail@nym.alias.net> Introduction. These are two stories I posted to Malinov's Island Orgy site a while back. Neither of these stories will make much sense unless you go to his site at: http://www.gslink.com/~dcain/xanadu/erotica/island/index1.html and read the stories there. If you're wondering about the bestiality, then it's hardly a significant part of the story and is more humorous than sexy. And the second story also really needs for you to read some of the stories at his winter orgy site at: http://www.gslink.com/~dcain/xanadu/erotica/castle/ especially my own "Auction." It's about as close as I get to a "stroke" story. If you've never been to either site then you're missing out on some of the best erotic writing. - Kim Somewhere on an island far far away... It just looked like any other cave, really. I couldn't remember quite why I had come this way, but here I was never the less. I turned to look back down through the thick vegetation at the steep path that I had taken to get here. I was sweating profusely and panting from the exertion of the climb. Wiping the sweat from my eyes with the back of my hand, I turned to admire my goal. I'd first spotted the opening in the rock face from down in the valley. Ever since my tomboy days I'd always wanted to explore a real live cave that had never been seen before by anyone else. Wild notions of hidden treasure filled my imaginings. Which, of course, was dumb, because that would mean somebody else had seen it before. But you know what I mean. I took a tentative step into the gloom. It was deathly quiet. All I could hear was my breathing. I stood for maybe five minutes waiting for my eyes to adjust from the glare of the harsh tropical sun. Fifteen pairs of ultrastylish shades were all well and good, but not a lot of use when they were thousands of miles away at home. I began to make out shapes and details as the levels of light seemed to rise. The cave had a roof about half again as high as my head. A level sandy floor led away and abruptly turned to the left up ahead. I slowly walked towards the bend in the tunnel, wary of what might be round the corner. My visions of treasure were quickly being replaced by visions of snakes and spiders. Hell, what about bigger things, like bears or giant bats, vampire bats, vampire bats with big red eyes... I stopped and spoke out loud "Pull yourself together, ya stupid... " I stopped abruptly, shocked at the echo and power of my voice in the cathedral-like silence of the place. Well, any sane creature would have ran away after that, I consoled myself. I'd reached the bend. I considered my options. Return to the mouth and think about it; give up and go back altogether and abandon my adventuring for another day when I was feeling braver; or go on. Well, we all make mistakes. Descent of a Woman By Kim (c)March 1998 All rights reserved. "I bet you daren't do it!" Taria said. I narrowed my eyes and gave her my best "Oh yeah?" look. "What's it worth, Prof?" I said. She giggled and thought a moment, then a wicked look sparkled into her eyes. "Loser does a champagne lift at the captain's table." Being half drunk certainly helps in such situations. I didn't wait to confirm the wager. I gave her a sudden push and grabbed up a bottle of champagne and was already into a full run, my free hand up my back releasing my bikini top as I ran. Taria howled that I was a cheat, but she was in hot pursuit nevertheless. I tore up the stairs towards the bridge, tossing my bikini top off to my right, only to see it float majestically over the railings and into the great unknown of the South Pacific. Ah, well, never mind, I'd got several more in my cabin, I thought. As I sprinted I began to work on the cork. It exploded in a burst of froth and noise. I shrieked in giddy joy as I turned the corner of the wheel house and charged onto the bridge. Before anyone could say or do anything I held the bottle up and screamed at the top of my inebriated voice "ICEBERG - we're all going down!" and took an almighty swig from the bottle. Some fat guy had a fit and fell off his chair. I recognized Mark and his two ever- present babes. They looked somewhat startled by my entrance. I lifted the bottle to them and saluted and took another mouthful of the sweet bubbles. With great pleasure I caught sight of Taria glaring at me through the glass door I'd just burst through. The guy on the floor started shouting and stuff, but I wasn't really listening, I was too busy gloating at Taria. Suddenly the floor lurched violently and I staggered and fell, dropping the bottle. Its contents surged forth in a creamy spray of froth. I sprawled across the deck getting myself soaked in champagne. I lay in the puddle, slightly dazed. wondering what the hell happened. The floor slowly leveled itself and I stood up, acutely aware that it might have been my doing. They all turned to look at me. I thought about trying to cover my boobs, but it hardly seemed necessary now. "It was only meant as a joke," I said lamely. They didn't laugh. I turned and fled, blushing from my nips to my scalp. It didn't help that Taria was sniggering. Already as topless as me, she calmly pulled her bikini bottom off and strolled onto the bridge and retrieved the bottle of champagne rolling around the floor where I'd left it. Having nonchalantly wished all of them on the bridge cheers, she returned and picked up her bikini and swiftly wriggled back into it. "But I already won," I said, pouting. "Sorry, darlin', the bet was 'naked', which I was and you weren't. I win, you lose!" I clenched my fists impotently and squealed in rage. A few feeble stamps of my foot didn't alter the fact that I knew she was right. Bitch! Teach me to try and outwit a Goddammed Professor. * * * We sat at the captain's table listening to the fat guy burble on about something or other. I looked across at Taria and tried to act nonchalant. I mean, standing up on the captain's table and performing obscene stunts with a champagne bottle was something I did everyday. No big deal. Aw shit -- the things I drop myself into. * * * "Well, I know this looks bad, but at least it saved you from the bottle show," Taria said. Her words were scant comfort. I'd have gladly put on a show for the whole damn ship if it meant we could reverse the situation. We watched the ship disappear into the distance. Both of us were wearing tight-fitting clingy evening gowns. Being chic has its time and place, but a cramped lifeboat in the middle of the Pacific ocean is not one of them. I'd sobered up considerably in the last hour. The light heady feeling had been replaced by a gnawing dread. I'd fucked everything up again. I'd already had one bout of crying on her shoulder. It hadn't helped much. I wanted so much to be home in bed with my beloved, not sitting there, tired, hungry and scared. It was long night. I awoke next morning cuddled up to Taria for warmth. She certainly made the nicest pillow I could have imagined. I felt terrible, my mouth tasted like something had died in it. There was some commotion, but I didn't take any notice. For some reason the rest of my fellow passengers had decided to start rowing somewhere. I kept my eyes shut and let them get on with it. Dumb bastards. I drifted off to sleep again. * * * Ok, so I was the dumb bastard. An hour later we were saved. The place looked like a cliche for paradise. Small world, huh? It turned out that Mal owned it; who'd have thought it possible? I didn't care, I just whooped and jumped out of the boat and sprinted up the beach, shrieking for joy. I tried a cartwheel and completely mistimed it. I lay on my back slightly stunned, looking up at the palms swaying gently in the breeze, framed against the deep blue sky. I couldn't remember seeing a more pleasing sight. It hadn't taken long to ditch the gown and just wander about in my thong. I knew I was probably running the risk of peeling boobs, but long dresses, soft sand, and thick jungle just don't make for easy exploration. I had briefly considered ripping the gown's skirt off, but it had cost over eight hundred bucks. I'd take my chances with the sunburn. Nobody seemed to object, and pretty soon there were more naked breasts unselfconsciously swaying about the place than you could imagine. It was later that I decided to go exploring on my own further inland. Yeah, well. * * * The cool of the cave was a blessed relief from the heat outside. So, should I explore deeper? Should I turn the corner and see what secrets lay beyond in the gloom? Of course I should. I peered intently into the dark, trying to make out any details. I took three steps further in when the floor collapsed beneath me. I shrieked and tried desperately to grab something as I fell, but sand isn't a great place to look for lifesaving hand holds. I tumbled end over end in a cloud of fine sand and dust. I bounced off a few ledges and bumps before I came to an undignified thump about twenty feet below the cave entrance floor above. I sat up and shook sand from my hair and coughed and spat the stuff from my mouth. I carefully wiped it from my eyes and blinked them open experimentally. "Ah, good afternoon, Kim. I'm so glad you dropped by," someone said. I closed my eyes and thought about this for a moment. Nah, blow to the head, I thought. I shook it and felt about for any bumps and lumps. I slowly opened one eye and peeked in the direction of the voice. He was still there. I stood up, dusting the sand off my body, and studiously ignored the man. He couldn't be there, simple as that. If I ignored him he'd go away. I turned my back on him and continued to dust myself down. I swept my hair back and looked at the cave wall. "You're not still there, are you?" I asked tentatively. "I'm afraid so," he said, in perfectly cultured English tones. I could hear the amusement in his voice. With as much dignity as possible I turned around and looked at him properly for the first time. He was wearing a dark suit and was sitting casually in a large ornate wooden chair. Well, more of a throne actually. He had shoulder length hair and a small goatee. In one hand he held a cane with a large silver handle. "This your island?" I asked. He smiled, displaying a perfect set of brilliant white teeth. His warm smile somehow disturbed me greatly. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose you could say that." His gleaming smile was still worrying. "Erm, how else might you say it?" "Oh, sometimes another person lays a claim to some of my territories. We like to have little debates every now and again. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." I was feeling really nervous by now. Being trapped in a small cave with a fruitcake wasn't the best situation I could think of. And right then, all I could think of was how the hell was I gonna get out of there. I started to look for handholds in the cave wall, with the idea of climbing up to the first cave again. "Erm, so how come you know my name?" I asked absentmindedly as I tried a likely looking outcrop and tested my weight on it. Keep him talking I thought. "Really Kim, it's not very polite to try to leave so soon. Please stay and have a nice cup of tea. I brewed it specially for you. None of those disgusting tea bags you seem to like. Besides, I think the floor's fallen in and resealed itself." He was right, I hadn't noticed before, but the ceiling was solid again, like it had never collapsed. I frowned and turned back to my new-found companion. "I'm sorry for the lack of clothes. I hope you don't mind," I said. "Not at all. I rather like the effect actually," he said, smiling again. "So, how do you know my name? Have you met some of the others?" "I know many things. In fact you could say I've been keeping a special eye on you." "Oh... " "Yes, you see some people catch my attention." This was getting too weird for words. "Uh-huh... do you think you could show me the way out?" He looked at me a moment then reached down to his right. As his hand got to a certain height a small table appeared and teapot appeared in his hand. Without looking he lifted the pot and began to pour. As the tea poured out it fell into a cup that appeared just underneath the flow of liquid. He moved the pot a few inches to the right and another cup appeared under the spout. When the cups were both full the pot disappeared and he casually waved at the cups. "Have a drink, my dear," he said smoothly, as if nothing unusual had happened. I stood still and stared unblinking at the cups of tea. Tricks of the light. Yes that was it; shadow play. I walked to the table and looked it over. There wasn't a teapot anywhere to be seen. I gingerly prodded the nearest cup. It clinked in its saucer and the tea spilled over the brim. I picked it up and looked at it carefully. It was just a cup of tea. I took an exploratory sip. It was wonderful. "Ok, how'd ya do that?" "Oh, that was nothing, my dear, just cheap theatricals. How's your tea?" "Erm, very nice thank you." For the first time I noticed his exceptionally long finger nails. I was immediately jealous. Nails were one thing I could never grow, as I was always chewing on them. A bad nervous habit I'd never been able to cure myself of. We drank our tea in silence. When he had finished his drink he slowly closed his hand over the delicate china cup. I expected a breaking noise, but none came. He opened his fingers with a flourish. The cup was gone. "Hey, you're good at this magician's stuff!" "Do you think so?" he said, smiling. "As good as any I've seen," I said sincerely. He seemed genuinely pleased at the compliment. "Oh, I can do much more than that. Watch this." He reached up behind my ear and stroked it gently. I felt a ripple of something pass through me and then I heard a distant whinny. Like a horse a long way in the distance. As his hand withdrew I felt a flutter of something against my cheek. He held up his hand in front of my face. A miniature winged horse stood patiently in the palm of his hand. It whinnied again and flapped it wings a few times. I watched mesmerized as it shook its mane and stamped its front hoof a few times. He gently brought his hand up to his own face and blew on the tiny horse. It exploded into a small cloud of stars and disappeared. "Your mouth's open, Kim," he said. I shut it. "Lasers, holograms... what?" I gasped. "Oh, 'what'. Definitely 'what'," he said, smugly. "Enough of parlor games." He stood up. Till then I hadn't appreciated how tall he was. Well over six feet. "Come, I wish to show you something." He took my hand and led me to the back of the cave. There was a door there that I hadn't noticed before. It had something about 'Abandon' on it but the rest of the words were faded or missing. He pushed it with his cane and it opened with an ominous creak. We stepped through. "This is my home. What do you think of it?" he asked. We weren't in a cave anymore, but on the bank of a strange looking river. The sky was a dull forbidding gray. Despite my near-nakedness I didn't feel cold. If anything it was too hot, and humid. A woman sat at the wheel of a powerful-looking speed boat. "D," she said. "Sharon." They nodded to each other and we sat down in the back of the launch. She gunned the engine and the boat leaped forward into the strong current. In a few minutes we were at the other side and getting out. "She the one?" Sharon said. My guide grinned. "She just might be. We're going to have a look." Sharon never said a word to me, nor commented on my lack of clothing. "It used to be much harder getting across till we modernized," he said. We walked away from the river. There was lots of folk just wandering about aimlessly on this side of the river. We ignored them, and they ignored us. There was a distant rumbling noise, but neither of us mentioned it. "She called you 'D'," I said. "Just a nick... you could say a very old nick," he said, and started chuckling to himself. Who can understand the English sense of humor? Eventually, after a lengthy walk we came to a grumpy looking guy by a gate. There was a large '2' painted on the gate. The guy guarding the gate looked really cross about something. "I suppose you want to go through again," he growled at us. "There's no need to be quite such a 'bull in a china shop' about it, Minny, " D said. The angry guy glared at him and gnashed his teeth for a moment, the tendons running down the side of his temples flexing and rippling under the strain. "I warn you young lady, it's not a pretty sight in there," Minny said to me. "It's all right, she's all grown up now, she can take it," D said. Minny looked at me for confirmation. Not knowing what else to do I nodded in agreement. He swung the gate open and we walked through. There was a woman being fucked by two guys on the path. She was astride one of them who was lying on his back, thrusting up into her pussy, while the other guy was pounding away at her ass from behind. "Hi Cleo, " D said. "Hel... lo... D," she panted between thrusts. The guys never missed a beat. We stepped around them and crested the rise. A meadow rolled out in front of us. There were couples and groups fucking frantically as far as the eye could see. I immediately liked this place. After about twenty minutes strolling amongst them it began to dawn on me that something wasn't quite right. Nobody was coming. They were all going at it like jack rabbits, but it didn't seem to be getting anywhere. "What do you think, Kim?" "Erm... very nice," I said, not knowing quite how else to respond. "I've a proposition for you. Are you interested in knowing what it is?" "Sure." "Come, let's have a drink," he said, turning round and opening a door to a mansion that hadn't been there last time I looked. In a daze I followed him inside. We sat in some deep leather chairs and he produced two glasses of whiskey in that smug theatrical fashion of his. "I want you to be my Queen, to sit at my side and help me rule this place, what do you say?" I choked and coughed some whiskey though my nose which stung like crazy. "You're kidding me, right?" "Not at all. I find the people round here so... dead. So devoid of ideas. We need some new blood at the top. Someone who can shake things up a bit. I've been studying you and I think that you are that person." I was speechless. It's not everyday you get offered to become a Queen for real. "Well, gee, D... it's really kind of you to offer an' all, but I'm kinda engaged to be married already, and I hate to break a promise. I'm sure that there must be some local girls who'd fit the bill." He looked at me through narrowing eyes for a moment, then his former cheerful disposition returned. "Well, if I can't persuade you then maybe one of my colleagues can." He got up and left the room. I continued to sip my drink. "Hello Kim," came a sexy female voice from the doorway. "Kitty, Jesus Christ am I pleased to see you," I said, leaping up from my chair. She closed her eyes and shuddered for a moment. "What's the matter," I said. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "Oh nothing, just something you said, don't worry about it." She was wearing a startlingly sexy flowing gown of some transparent material, and some breathtaking lingerie underneath. She smiled a radiant smile and floated into the room, her perfume reaching me first. I suddenly felt giddy. Must be the whiskey on an empty stomach I thought. Kitty gracefully reached down and took my hand and lifted it to her mouth. She kissed my open palm and then my wrist, never once losing direct eye contact with me. "Kitty, I... " She reached for my other hand and pulled me to her, placing my hands on her ass. She took hold of my head and bent it to the side. She tilted her head to the opposite angle and our lips met. I closed my eyes and melted into her. My soft moans were swallowed by her liquid tongue. I found myself floating back to the chair. She pushed me down and I automatically spread my legs to accommodate her as she knelt down in front of me. Her hands slid up my thighs towards my thong. Her thumbs slid under the thin material and the thong tore away from my body like wet tissue paper. I'd never realized she was such a strong girl. She looked up at me and ran her wet tongue round her lips. "Say it," she whispered. "I... I... " "Say it!!!," she hissed. "Please... lick me," I said. My mind was deserting me, all I could imagine was her tongue on my clit. Nothing else mattered. She licked me from perineum to clitoris in one rasping lick. I stopped breathing and rolled my head back in an ecstasy I'd never known before. I savored the waves of pleasure her rasping licks were giving me. The low- pitched growls she was giving out were adding to the mind-blowing feelings. Low-pitched growls? I opened my eyes and looked down at Kitty between my splayed legs. It wasn't Kitty anymore, it was a huge tiger. The first thought that came to mind was "Now that's not something you see everyday" and the second was "At least it's a step up the evolutionary scale from damned goldfish" which was an odd thing to think, and I couldn't for the life of me think why I thought it. The beast's great furry head was almost as wide as the gap left by my parted thighs. Its rough tongue continued to lap at me, and in spite of the sudden fear that gripped me it sure was hitting the spot. "Nice Kitty... " I said in a whisper. Its pupils narrowed to a slit and its tail started to flick ominously from side to side. I knew from my cat Pfeiffer that that was not a good sign. The damn thing scared the shit out of me. No, it's not one of those stories, Christ, isn't bestiality enough? "Oh God, somebody please help me," I whimpered. The room was filled with a tinkling noise and sparkly, shimmering light; almost celestial, you might say. The tiger pulled its head from my crotch and looked to the source of the light. Captain Janeway had just beamed into the room. The tiger roared a deafening growl of rage and leaped for Janeway. She smoothly pulled her phaser and shot the beast. It howled and was flung back in a ball of feline anguish. I was struck dumb by the event, and sat there with my legs still spread. The captain motioned for me to close them. I did, with a snap. We watched as the tiger resumed the form of D. "Erm... thank you," was all I could muster. She came over to me and put her hand out to help me from the chair. She tapped her com badge and instructed some unseen flunky to beam us both up. Unfortunately, before anything could happen there was a commotion and a resurrected D leapt on Janeway's back. I was knocked forward and ended up back in the chair but with my ass up in the air. I regained my balance and turned to see Janeway and D wrestling for the phaser. He was screaming and swearing about encroaching on his territories or something, and she was telling him he'd never wrest the celestial phaser from her grasp. The phaser started to fire bursts of energy all about the place, punching holes in the ceiling and vaporizing fixtures and fittings. I shrieked in a panic and ran round the back of the chair and crouched down. They crashed round the room, knocking over small tables with antiques on them and the like, cursing and berating each other. Then the inevitable happened. I took a peek over the top of the chair just in time to get a blast straight in the forehead. It all went black. "You ok, Kim?" a distant voice said. I groaned in pain and felt my head. Aw, fuck that hurt! I sat up groggily, holding my head, and looked around. I was on the beach with Janey. She had been teaching me how to shot-put with coconuts, and Taria and Kitty had challenged me and Janey to a shot put contest to see who could hit someone from the other team first. They'd won it seemed. "I told you this was a bad idea," said Janey, squatting down beside me and examining my head. A huge coconut sat in the sand next to my feet. Kitty was leaping about doing high fives with Taria and shouting "We won, we won!" at the top of her voice. "Fuck you!" I shouted at her, which made me wince and close my eyes in pain. "Go to hell!" she shouted back and giggled. Been there, done that, I thought ruefully. "And you keep that fuckin' rough tongue of yours away from me in future," I shouted. She shrugged her shoulders and raised her arms in a "what did I do now?" gesture. I rose shakily to my feet. "You losers wanna make it two outa three?" I yelled, picking up the coconut. Janey just shook her head and sighed. The End I'd like to thank Bear, DG and Kitty Kat for there help in proofing his. And also Taria and Janey for their kind consent to appear. D appears by kind permission of his manager. This story may not be used in any commercial venture. Kim March 98 ------------------------------------------------------------------- Payback - Or Life's a Beach. By Kim The firm muscles of his ass flexed and quivered under my touch, as I slowly ran my hands over his incredible body. I couldn't believe it, here I was touching and fondling one of my dream hunks, John Rambo. He was laying face down on the towel, naked and relaxed, as my oil soaked hands slid over his luscious skin. I climbed up onto his sinewy back, straddling his impressive frame with my slender legs, and began massaging his magnificent shoulders. God, I love big, broad shoulders. I poured some more oil onto my hands and rubbed his shoulder blades till they shone in the moonlight. I could feel the warmth of his body, as I massaged him with my crotch and hands simultaneously, my only protection a skimpy thong. I slithered down his body till just one of his feet was nestled between my thighs. I lifted his other leg and stroked along the bottom of his exposed foot. He quivered and clenched his toes. I couldn't resist doing it again, just to watch that physique in motion. He got fed up with that game on the third stroke and pulled his foot from my hands and nestled it next to it's brother under my butt. I pulled the other one up and started to gently nibble on his toes, teasing them with my teeth and tongue. He chuckled and pulled away, just as I was about to suck on his big toe. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. I leisurely slid my hands up his calves and over those fabulous thighs, up to that exquisite butt of his. I kneaded his buns for a moment as I shuffled my body up his legs and onto his lower back. He grunted unexpectedly as I kneaded the bulging muscles down the sides of his ribs. I giggled as he turned over slightly and looked back at me. "Not so rough, Kim, you know what a sensitive guy I am really," he said, in that sexy, rumbling voice of his. I tried to grip him with my thighs and push his shoulders back down, but he just laughed at my feeble attempt. He rolled over completely. I would have been tossed off him like a failed rodeo-rider if I'd attempted to try and keep a grip. It was like trying to stop a bull with a paper cup. Pointless to even try. He lay on his back, grinning that familiar lopsided grin, and looked at me expectantly. I resumed my straddling position and began to massage his deep, masculine chest, my hands sliding lightly over the heavily scarred tissue. I leaned down and pushed his arms above his head, sliding my oiled hands over his triceps and biceps. I flicked my hair out of my face with a toss of my head and kissed his shoulder, trailing my tongue up the side of his neck to an earlobe. I sucked it in and gripped it between my teeth. His masculine smell was getting to me and I knew I was ready for him. He grunted as I bit his lobe a bit harder, but he didn't pull away. He brought his hands down to my shoulders then slid them down my back to grasp my ass in his two large hands. I started to writhe in a slow, snake-like sway as he gripped my ass cheeks and rhythmically manipulated them, squeezing and separating, molding and pushing them together. He sat up and pulled me to him, his great arms just sweeping me to him like a wrestler. I tried to resist momentarily, but it was futile. He was too strong, and I was too willing. "Oh, John, you don't know how long I've waited for this moment," I whispered, as he kissed my neck and shoulder. I stroked his back and rubbed my face in his hair. "Kim, will you call her off please!?!?!" said Taria, angrily. "Wha... wher... Oh hell!... ," I sighed. Rambo disappeared into the recesses of my imagination as I lurched from my daydream. "What!" I said, crossly. "Kristen, can't you shut her up for one minute?" Kristen giggled and put down the crab she'd been trying to get to nip Taria's breasts. It scuttled off in high dudgeon, obviously cross at being used as an ad-hoc method of torture. I'd volunteered Kristen to assist in giving Taria some payback for auctioning my panties at Mal's Winter Solstice Orgy, back in his castle. She had approached Taria and told her she had a surprise for her over on another beach, but that it was such a surprise she wanted Taria to wear a blindfold till she got there. I hadn't thought for one minute that Tar would fall for it, but Kristen has that certain something that makes you want to go along with her harebrained ideas, just to see what fun thing she's gonna do next. I was waiting for them to arrive, with a loop of twine open and ready to pounce at the right moment. She backed Taria up to the palm tree and, giggling, pushed Tar's arms behind her round the trunk. I pushed the loop round her two thumbs and pulled it tight. Taria shouted and tried to pull free, but she was securely tied, and pulling any harder only hurt her thumbs more. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Taria yelped. "Surprise," I whispered in her ear. "Kim!... I might have fucking known," she said. "Ok, untie me, you had your fun." "Oh no... the fun's only just beginning," I said, in as sinister a voice as I could manage. "You don't scare me," she said. Unfortunately for me, rather too convincingly. "In that case, if I can't scare you, I shall just be content to frustrate you," I said. I looked over to Kristen who was giggling into her hand and trying hard not to make any noise. "Oooh, Kristen, your so sexy, let me kiss you," I said, kissing the back of my hand and making wet sucking noises. I moaned a few times for good measure. I waved at Kristen to join in, and she too started to moan and make slurping noises on the back of her hand. "Oh Kim, that's it, just there," she groaned, but almost gave the game away by cracking into a giggle. Taria had gone very quiet and was starting to fidget slightly, rubbing her legs together and swaying slightly. "Hey, come on you guys, lemme join in. Come on Kim, you know you wanted that scene at the castle... don't be mean." I grinned at Kristen, pleased at our apparent easy victory. I brushed a thumb across Tar's right nipple, which stiffened immediately at my touch. Taria gave a sudden intake of breath at the unexpected intrusion. "Oh yes,... please... touch me some more... " I held my hand up to Kristen who was about to tweak her other nipp, and shook my head. Taria squirmed a little more, and repeated her plea. Again, I held Kristen back. "Look, you sadistic bitch do something!" Taria said. None of us said anything for a minute or more. "Are you still hear? You can't leave me tied up like this... " I noted with pleasure the first sign of discomfort creeping in to her voice. I leaned forward and stroked her vulva, though her bikini bottoms. She flinched again, but came straight back for more, thrusting her hips forward. I pulled my hand away, and was rewarded with another strangled moan. Kristen and I stood and watched for another minute as Taria squirmed and cursed us, her hips thrusting back and forth trying to find a friendly hand again. I motioned Kristen to try. She leaned down and licked her left nipple, then sucked it into her mouth and gave it a small nip with her teeth. Taria's head fell back and she moaned loudly this time. I motioned Kristen away again, and once again Taria began to curse us for teasing her like this. We kept this going for nearly thirty minutes, by which time Taria had sank to the floor on her knees, and was continuously begging for one of us to bring her off and not keep teasing her. Both Kristen and I were seriously aroused our selves by now. I could see the damp patch on Taria's bikini, and even better I could smell her arousal. Kristen was beginning to take shorter and shorter breaths and was finding it difficult to keep her hands off Taria. I hadn't meant to, but it just happened. After she had been rubbing between Taria's legs with her hand I took hold of her wrist and brought it to my mouth and sucked her fingers. Kristen wasn't giggling anymore. Soon we were embracing and kissing each other passionately, all thoughts of teasing Taria gone from our minds. We lowered ourselves to the sandy floor only feet away from Taria, and continued to kiss and rub each other, our thighs entwined as we rubbed our pussies on each others legs. It was only after my first crashing orgasm had receded that I realized poor Taria had begun to sob with frustration. She been listening to our lovemaking, and it had really got to her. Kristen and I lay arm in arm on the warm sand, luxuriating in the afterglow, both of us just watching Taria beg for release. I don't know why, but I wanted to tease her some more. I suppose really I should have let her go, but I felt angry at her for the way she'd tricked me with the bet on the bridge of the ship. I decided to leave Taria stewing a bit longer, while I lay there and daydreamed of Rambo. That was until I was rudely interrupted by Taria's cry for help. Kristen had removed Taria's blindfold and was waving a small crab close to her breasts. "Kristen, leave her be. Now come here and tell me a sexy fantasy. See if we can't get Tar all worked up with nowhere to go," I said, grinning wickedly. Taria gave me a withering look. Kristen sat down beside me and we put our arms round each other as she snuggled her head into my shoulder. I looked over to Taria and stuck my tongue out. "You just wait, you two," Taria hissed. I placed my hand on Kristen's boob and gently caressed it. "So, tell me a sexy fantasy, and I'll see if I can spin it up into a story." "Well, I've always wanted to be forced to make love to my boyfriend Jeff on a stage in front of an audience, while I'm tied up," said Kristen, matter of factly. I led them both out onto the stage. They were both blindfolded and their hands cuffed behind their backs. Kristen only had a lacy bra and panties on, while Jeff had a pair of boxers on. I'd told them that there was a large audience waiting for a good show from them tonight. I could see that they were both nervous, but Kristen was also extremely aroused. Her face and chest was flushed red and her breathing was shallow. She took short hoppy steps, like a nervous deer. I pressed the button on the tape player and shouts and whistles erupted from the sound system, engulfing the stage. They both flinched from the sudden noise, and stopped walking. I took hold of Kristen's arm and pushed her to a low table that was sitting in the middle of the empty stage. I sat her down and told her to stay still. I unhooked her bra and pulled it from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I pointed the remote at the sound system and turned up the volume of the cheers and whistles. Kristen blushed and whimpered slightly. I pulled her down onto her back and pulled her panties off, again turning up the volume of the sound system as I gently pulled her legs apart. Her head fell back onto the table and she moaned incoherently, lost in her arousal. I went back to Jeff and brought him forward till he was standing between Kristen's legs. I pulled his boxers off. He'd wilted a bit, under the pressure of the moment, so I gave him a few strokes with my hand and he soon recovered. I bent him down over Kristen and undid his cuffs. I then pushed him down fully till he was close to entering her. I leaned in and guided his dick into her entrance and told him to start fucking her. She groaned as he first entered her, and wrapped her legs up around his back. I dropped the key to Kristen's cuffs next to the tape player that was providing the audience, and left them too it. "Wow, that was pretty hot," said Kristen. "What did you think of that Tar?" Taria glared at us both. I'd been idly rubbing Kristen between her legs as I'd told her the story. She closed her eyes and snuggled her head further into my shoulder. She began to moan and lift her ass off the floor as I brought her closer and closer. She groaned and stiffened in release for a moment, and then huffed and relaxed back to the floor. I brought my hand up to her mouth and she licked it contentedly, while I softly kissed the top of her head. Taria was back to whimpering in frustration again. "I suppose we're gonna have to let her go sooner or later," I said, sighing. Kristen just nodded lazily. I don't think she really cared anymore, one way or the other. I gently laid Kristen down and crawled over to Taria. "You learned your lesson now?" I said. "Yes... I promise," Taria replied. I kissed her on the cheek and went and untied her. She stood up and rubbed her thumbs. "Yep, the lesson I've learned is this," she said and grabbed me, bending my arm up my back. "Ow, that's not fair," I cried, as she marched me over to Kristen who lay watching with a big grin on her face. "Wanna have some fun?" Taria said. "Sure do!" said Kristen. They teased and tortured me for over an hour. Eventually we decided it was Kristen's turn to be the victim. Later we all decided to go find Bronwen. Maybe we'll pick on one of the guys later, who knows? The End ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- These works can not be used for any commercial venture, and any non-commercial venture must ask my permission first before use. If you feel the urge to write me then do so to ghost@nym.alias.net I will endeavor to answer all email. My previous stories can be read at http://www.io.com/~thebear/kimidx.htm thanks to my very generous good friend The Bear. Thank you for taking the time to read my stories. Kim May 1998 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----