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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




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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


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Kim
May 1998
 


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