Message-ID: <28183asstr$978567007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Taoman" X-Original-Message-ID: <92vmo8$15e$1@slb7.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 3 Jan 2001 17:15:52 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4522.1200 Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} REV Master's Island 02 {Taoman} {Mfff, oral, anal, bi, spanking} Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2001 19:10:07 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge 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.) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+