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From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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You've all read Lord of the Rings? Well, this is the same story only
with girls added into the equation. Boys from a military school, and girls
from a Catholic high school are stranded on an island together. Pretty
soon the girls are learning discipline and pain. And when the boys
discover a local vegetable that makes the girls weak-willed and obedient
they really take command.

BTW. This story starts out slowly, so if you want something that gets to
the sex quickly try one of my one or two part stories.
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                          Part One

     None of us could have dreamed of what we were getting into
that early January day, when we boarded the plane in New York. We
were all going off to the south Pacific, ten teenage girls from
snooty Rushdale Academy, going down to see how the natives lived in
Malaysia and the Philippines.
     For most of us it was nothing more than an excuse to get away
from New York's cruddy winter and get a nice tan. There were a few
do gooders along of course, but weren't there always?
     The main topics for conversation were what the accommodations
would be like, and what the boys would be like. The boys were the
guys from Morehaven, an all boys military school, that were
supposed to accompany us.
     Annie Fox was saying how the boys must all be druggies or
something, or else why would their parents send them to a military
academy. 
     "Thats stupid Annie." Wendy said, flatly. "My brother goes to
a military academy, and theres nothing wrong with him."
     "According to whom." Annie sniffed.
Wendy looked at her dangerously and Annie wisely shut her mouth.
     Annie might be the snottiest, snobbiest, nastiest girl in
school, but Wendy was the toughest by far. Wendy didn't get into
complicated philosophical arguments or try to top another girl's
put down. She tended more towards punching the offender in the
stomach or face.
     Not that she was mean or anything. Wendy wasn't a bully. She
just didn't take any crap from anyone, girl or boy, man or woman.
She was captain of the swim team, captain of the volley ball team,
and captain of the field hockey team.
     She was the proverbial tomboy, cute snub nose, wide but pretty
blue eyes, short blonde hair, and thin but athletic body. Annie was
taller than her, and weighed more, but she was a powderpuff, too
spoiled to have any strength in her limbs at all.
     Her legs were for boys to watch, not to walk on, and her arms
and hands were for waving and fluttering about, not working with,
let alone fighting with. Annie hated school, and only went because
she hadn't any choice. 
     "Why should I go to school anyway?" she often said, "I'm
filthy rich. I don't need to work, and I never will."
     She spent all her time preening her long brown hair, and
constantly perfecting her makeup. I'd known her a long time, and
had never met anyone as conceited and lazy and spoiled. Even when
she was thirteen, she was talking about getting plastic surgery on
her ear tips, or nose, or cheekbones.
     When she'd turned fifteen, and it had become apparent that
nature wasn't going to endow her with anything bigger than a size
thirty-two chest, she'd spent weeks pouting and begging her parents
for breast enlargement surgery, only to find out after they gave
in, that no doctor would do it until she was eighteen.
     So now she wore a padded bra, and avoided changing in front of
the rest of us.
     I slipped a chocolate into my mouth and gazed out the window,
wondering what we'd find ahead.
     "Can I have one of those?"
I handed a chocolate to Penny, who grinned and thanked me.
     "Don't you think you should watch your weight dear?" Annie
purred from across the aisle.
Penny flushed red, and gazed down at the chocolate uncertainly. I
turned to frown at Annie.
     "Why don't you mind your own business DEAR?" I glared.
     "Well, my goodness, such hostility. I was only trying to help
the poor dear. I mean, she is slightly... obese."
     "She is not obese you snooty cow! You just like bugging her."
     "Well, really Meghan, I'm sorry my showing any attention to
Penny bothers you." she looked meaningfully at Cathy Simmons, her
partner in snottiness seatmate. I didn't miss the insinuation, nor
did Penny, who colored an even brighter shade of red.
     In fact, from a lot of angles Penny did look overweight,
especially if she was wearing anything loose, which she usually
was, but she wasn't at all fat, as Annie well knew. The problem was
that Penny had enormous, simply huge round breasts. They were
something to behold, drawing envious glances in the shower room.
     Penny's big chest irked Annie more than just a little bit. She
was always needling the girl, who was so completely shy and tongue
tied, she couldn't defend herself. If Annie wasn't poking subtle
taunts at Penny's big chest, she was putting down her family, or
insinuating her hair, a bright, very light blonde, was colored, or
dyed.
     She was always calling her the Milkmaid, and treating her like
some slutty, dumb Scandinavian peasant girl. Penny was such a nice
kid that it irritated me to no end, and I had to stick up for her,
no matter what Annie implied.
     But then Wendy leaned across and stared hard at Annie, and
whatever other words the girl was going to say died. Wendy was my
friend you see, she didn't really get along with very many of the
other girls, thinking them all spoiled and dumb.
     I was on the swim team with her though, and we'd gotten to be
good friends. Actually, a little bit more than just good friends.
Annie's nasty insinuation about me and Penny was dead wrong, but me
and Wendy... well, neither of us was a lesbian but...
     I remembered back last year after we'd won the regional
championship. The whole team had gone out to celebrate. Some of us
had managed to slip away from the coaches, and make it over to
Clair Donovan's house, where we'd gotten totally pissed.
     I lived only a few blocks down from Clair, and after we'd had
more than a few, I'd suggested to Wendy that she spend the night at
my place. I knew her parents were really hard edged conservatives,
and would throw a shit fit if she came home half pissed like she
was.
     Wendy had agreed, phoned home to get permission, and then
gotten drunk as a Lord, or Lady, or whatever. I'd had to keep
shushing her up as we staggered down the streets to my house
afterwards. She kept trying to sing some dirty song she'd learned
from her gardener.
     We'd snuck through the gate and up the long driveway, then
half climbed, half fell through a hedge and into the back yard. My
parents bedroom faced the front and we didn't want to get caught
pissed. 
     "N... niiish plaash." she groaned, her words slurring heavily.
     "Shhhh." 
     "Whos gonna hear ushh anyway? Your parents are in the front,
ten fucken miles away." she giggled.
We did have a big house, thirty eight room actually. The chances of
my parents hearing anything less than a full blown explosion out
here was pretty slim.
     Wendy fell, pulling me to the grass, and giggling stupidly. I
couldn't help join her, and the two of us lay on the grass acting
like assholes for several minutes.
     Then she'd spied the pool and sat up quickly.
     "You got a fucken pool!" she yelped.
     "Uh,huh."
She staggered upright and blundered across the yard, through the
tennis court and over to the pool. I got up and wandered after her.
     I heard a loud splash and tried to run, but almost fell again.
Anyway, I heard laughter coming from the pool and knew she was
okay. I trotted up to the edge and looked in.
     "Come on in." she shouted.
     "Too dark." 
     "Turn on the fucken lights."
     "Somebody might see us." I protested.
     "Aaahhh... you pussy."
She swam up to the edge and then grabbed my ankle, jerking me off
balance and into the pool. I gave a short scream, cut off as I
splashed into the cool water. Then I was popping to the surface,
sputtering in annoyance as Wendy backstroked and giggled at me.
     "You dumb bitch!" I cursed.
     "Race you." she taunted.
     She pulled off her jeans and threw them up onto the cement,
then pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it as well. She
stripped off her bra and panties and they followed. Then she swam
slowly back and forth, doing the backstroke. 
     "I hope my Dad comes out and sees you like that." I laughed.
     "Wimp." she called back.
I wasn't at all shocked at her skinny dipping, after all, I'd seen
her naked enough in the showers. I quickly stripped off my own
clothes, tossing them ashore.
     We went to one end of the pool and held a countdown, then took
off, splashing toward the far end. Wendy was a better swimmer than
me, but she was also a lot drunker than me. I started to pull ahead
of her, and she grabbed my ankles, pulling me back, and throwing me
off my pace.
     She laughed as she swam by and I indignantly twisted around in
the water and scissored my legs together around her hips, dragging
her under. We struggled in the water for long seconds, turning over
and over, wrestling for superiority. 
     Then we both broke the surface with a pair of great heaving
gasps for air. We faced each other, our hands linked together,
trying to pull or push each other under. I managed to get a bit of
leverage by leaping up a foot and bringing my weight down on her,
shoving her under briefly, but then she pulled me under again too.
     We both laughed like idiots when we popped up again. "Not
fair!" she complained. "You've got more ballast than me." she
reached down and pinched my right nipple between her fingers,
yanking on it as I yelped in protest.
     I knocked her hand away and rubbed at my sore breasts
grumpily.
     "Flatsy." I sniffed.
She wasn't really, she had nice cone shaped breasts, if a little on
the modest side, but they were certainly smaller than my bigger
rounded ones.
     "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" That was a normal
enough snotty remark from her, but there was something in her voice
that made me choke back the normal response and stare at her. 
     She moved over right next to me and stared at me from only a
foot or so away. We were both standing in water up to our lower
chests. She moved closer as I stood there uncertainly. She wasn't
smiling anymore. Then her hand reached down to my wounded breast
and cupped it gently. I flinched, and my hand moved up to knock
hers away, but stopped inches away.
     Her other hand cupped my other breast, and she began squeezing
them both very softly. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth
to the nipple she'd pinched. Her lips closed around it and she
sucked lightly. Her tongue slid back and forth on the little bud,
and I could almost feel it, and my breasts hardening.
     For long seconds her mouth slid round and round my nipple,
suckling, licking, nibbling. Her hands were still on both breasts,
and she was stroking my right breast, while squeezing my left,
which held her mouth.
     I shuddered, a hot flush moving through my body, as that hot,
dark center between my legs started to burn with lust. I stood
there, unmoving, my hands limp at my sides, as Wendy worked her
mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing the nipples,
sucking, sliding her tongue over and over the smooth, soft breast
flesh.
     She straightened, and we looked deep into each others eyes.
Both of us were breathing hard, uncertain of the other. Then she
kissed me. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding across my
lips. Then as seconds passed and I didn't scream or push her away,
her lips moved more hungrily, pressed against mine more
demandingly.
     Her hands slid around my back and shoulders and hugged me
against her. Our bodies moved together, all wet and dripping and
warm from our excitement and exertion. Her breasts were firm and at
the same time,incredibly soft. Her pointy little nipples dug
painlessly into the tender skin of my rounded orbs.
     My own nipples were rock hard, and stiffened even more as they
rubbed and ground against her breasts. Her tongue shot into my
mouth, and twined with my own as her hands slid up and down my back
with desperate urgency. 
     Then I gasped as her hands moved down onto my buttocks. Each
of her hands cupped and squeezed one of my silky smooth ass cheeks,
pulling my loins up against her own, lifting my feet off the bottom
of the pool.
     My body was growing hotter and hotter, my mind a turmoil of
carnal thoughts and feelings. My arms moved around her, my hands
sliding up and down her back, wanting to feel the softness of her
skin.
     My legs came up and slid around her, and her hands slid down
my ass to hold me up against her, there in the water. I felt my
cunt rub against her belly as I gripped her tight against me, and
a shiver passed up my spine.
     Our breasts were flattened against each other, the mammary
meat crushing and mashing back and forth. Our lips were sliding
around together with fierce energy, our tongues darting and dancing
back and forth between each other's mouths.
     She walked over to the edge of the pool, still carrying me,
still locked in a tight soulful embrace. Her strong arms lifted me
higher, out of the water, setting me back on the edge of the pool.
I unwound my legs and arms from her and sat back, my legs dangling
in the water.
     Wendy pushed my legs wide open, shoving them far apart, so I
couldn't balance my drunken self and had to lay back on my back.
She stared into my crotch, and a hot flush of embarrassment surged
through me at such intimacy. Then I gave a strangled gasp as her
tongue slid up along the length of my lightly furred slit.
     My back arched, and my legs twitched and jerked on the hard
concrete. Her tongue dipped deeper, sliding upwards, digging into
my labia, finding my clit. She lapped at it, holding me open as she
worked her tongue expertly, driving me shivering and shaking into
a tremendous, mind shattering cum.
     I twitched and flopped there on the concrete, my head twisting
back an forth as my body  poured out energy. Hot flooding sexual
stimuli sped through my body, setting my nerve endings to jingling
and spasming.
My hands came up of their own volition, and seized my aching
breasts, squeezing repeatedly.
     Wendy's tongue buzzed across my clit, then slowly worked its
way down along my slit. Up and down it moved as her fingers rubbed
over my clit, and dipped in and out of my cunthole. Deeper and
deeper they moved, two fingers, fucking my cunt box, stabbing into
me to the knuckles.
     I came again, even more intensely than the first time. I
whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside me and a
massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth,
enveloping my body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of
sensations.
     I think I passed out. I'm not sure. I opened my eyes though,
to find Wendy lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, smiling
tiredly. 
     "Wendy... " I started, then couldn't think of anything else to
say.
She leaned forward and kissed me again, very gently. Then she got
up, gathering our clothes together, and holding out a hand for me.
I got up and followed her into the sleeping house.
     Needless to say, we hadn't gotten much sleep that night. We'd
gone on till the sun rose, licking, kissing, loving each other's
bodies. It had only happened once, probably because we were both
drunk, and on an emotional high. We hadn't even talked about it
since then. Still, we were the best of friends now.
     Wendy was sitting next to the window, with me beside her and
Penny on my right. Across the aisle was Annie, by the other window,
then Cathy, with her long brown hair and narrow face, then poor
Heather, five feet soaking wet, if she was lucky, and another easy
target for Annie to bully. 
     Holly and Kelly were behind us, twin red headed sisters who
did everything together. Behind Annie and the others was Carolyn
and Amy. Carolyn was the intellectual of us all, one of the goody
goodies. She had short brown hair and wore big round glasses. She
got straight A's and knew everything about everything. 
     Amy was a Carolyn wannaby, imitating her heroine, in
studiousness and demeanour. They both dressed conservatively enough
for a Catholic school, and acted like teachers pets. They were
probably the only two going on this trip who were actually hoping
to be educated.

     Hours later, after even Annie had gotten tired of talking, we
landed in Malaysia. We trotted across the tarmac to another plane,
this one a small water landing propeller model. There was a man
wearing a uniform standing outside the little door, frowning at us.
     "Sorry were late Captain." Miss Carter said.
     She turned to us. "Ladies, this is Captain Brown, who will be
with us for the rest of the trip. He's from  Fort Morehaven school,
and will be in charge, as he's been on this trip before.
     "Ladies, he said, looking over us imperiously, as if making
sure we were standing at attention. We weren't.
     "My men are already packed and waiting aboard. You ladies stow
your gear here," he pointed at a baggage door on the underside of
the plane. "... and get aboard. We are already an hour late."    
     He said this last part like we'd personally insulted him.
     "Like its our fault the plane was late taking off." I
whispered to Wendy.
     We threw everything inside and then trotted up the stairs.
There were supposed to be twenty boys there, but I didn't try to
count. The back rows had been left clear and we all quickly sat
down and strapped in as the propellers started up.
     The plane took off after a long bouncy ride. It was the first
time I'd been in a small plane and it amazed me how much more I
could feel it's movements than on the big jets I'd ridden.
     Again we rode for several hours. Some of the luckier girls
nodding off. I talked quietly with Wendy mostly, as the noise of
the engines droned on.
     Then the plane shook. I looked up in alarm, and the captain,
not Captain Brown, but the one flying the plane, came over the P.A,
and told everyone we were passing through a storm, and to do up
their seatbelts.
     Nobody slept after that. The ride got bumpier and bumpier. We
flew up and then dropped down, leaving our stomachs near the roof.
After twenty minutes of this everyone was ready for the barf bags,
except we hadn't eaten in hours and didn't have much to barf.
     This went on for almost an hour, during which our initial
panic gave way to a kind of annoyed acceptance, and a kind of lofty
snobbishness set in. I guess we all sort of said to ourselves,
well, what can you expect from a third world airplane being flown
by some banana eater.
     It wasn't really a conscious thought, most of us were pretty
liberal, except for Annie and Cathy. Nevertheless, there was the
thought that this wouldn't happen if we were on TWA. 
     Then the Captain called back from the cockpit again. This time
he was so excited, he forgot to speak english. Captain Brown yelled
out that we were going to land in the ocean and for everybody to
bend forward.
     The next five minutes were the most terrifying in my life, as
the plane swung up and down and then hit something, hard. We
bounced into the air, and then came down again, then bounced again,
before staying down. I couldn't help looking up to see water flying
past the window, and fear clutched my heart.
     Then the bounced calmed down slightly as our speed dropped. We
all sat up and started babbling in frightened voices. 
     "Miss Carter! Keep those shrieking hens quiet!" Brown yelled
back. I shut up indignantly before Miss Carter even started
shushing us. Even in the midst of a disaster I resented being
insulted.
     The plane bounced through the waters for several minutes as
Captain Brown stood braced in the cockpit door, talking to the
pilots. Then he turned and held one hand up in the air for silence.
     "Theres an island up ahead. We're going to land the plane
there." he said. "We'll ride out the storm there, and ten try to
repair the engines."
A few minutes later there was another larger bump, then the plane
stopped.
     Captain Brown moved over to the door and flung it down and
open. I could see rain pelting down outside and hear it striking
the water.
     He turned to one of the boys and said something. The boy stood
up. He was wearing a uniform too I noticed, and jumped out the
door. Then I heard him calling to Brown. Brown nodded and turned
back to us. 
     "All right, I want you ladies to come up here one at a time.
One of my boys will accompany each of you out the door and to the
beach. The water is only about four feet deep her, so you shouldn't
have any difficulty." 
     One by one the girls moved up to the front of the plane, and
a boy got up and went out with them. When It was my turn, I wanted
to say forget it, or at least tell them I wanted to go with Wendy,
after all, we were on the swim team, but my courage deserted me in
the face of those steely eyes and I meekly scurried up to the
front.
     A tall boy of eighteen or nineteen went out first, and then
stood there in the water waiting for me to jump. I held my breath
and then dropped down, surprised at the warmth of the water as it
covered me to the shoulders.
     The boy slid a hand around my arm and held tightly as we
walked towards shore. I would have preferred swimming, but that
wasn't an option. I joined seven other dripping wet girls on the
beach and turned to watch Wendy coming out.
     Then the rest of the boys piled out, followed by Captain Brown
and Miss Carter. They all walked ashore like they were assaulting
the beach in some World War Two movie, they'd probably practised
this before even.
     They were hauling on a long rope attached to the side of the
plane, pulling it ashore behind them. That was good. I wanted some
dry clothes. The water might be warm enough, but standing soaking
wet was never a fun thing.
     "Hey!" One of the boys on the beach suddenly yelled. I looked
up from the Captain and Miss Brown to the plane. One of the pilots
was leaning out the door with a long knife, sawing away at the
rope. Captain Brown yelled something at him, but he only sawed
faster.
     Brown and the boys started hurrying back toward the plane but
the rope came free then. The man pulled up the door and the engines
started. The propellers started spinning and then the plane moved
out away from shore, leaving the furious Captain Brown and his boys
behind.
     Boy is he pissed, I thought. We could hear him cursing from
the shore, as the plane moved faster and faster, and then bounced
into the air. 
     Several minutes later it was gone, and we all stood on the
shore pondering what we were going to do. 
     "Probably after all our luggage." Captain Brown snarled,
glaring up at the sky angrily.
     "B... but why?" Miss Carter stammered. "We were'nt carrying
anything really valuable."
     "Twenty dollars is a months salary to these people." Brown
growled, still staring up at the empty sky.
     He turned and stared around at us.
     "All right men. Survival actions. Let's look for shelter,
water, and food, in that order. Smith, take two men, look for
shelter. Mclean, you take two and find water, and Ferguson, you go
and locate some food."
He clapped his hands and a bunch of the boys took off in different
directions.
     "How are we supposed to get off this crummy place?" Annie
whined.
The Captain turned and eyed her distastefully.
     "We will get off when we find a way off, or somebody comes and
takes us off. It shouldn't be long." he said. 
     "In the meantime, you ladies stay together and don't wander
off and get lost."
I turned to Wendy and she shrugged. We moved away from the water,
towards the bushes and woods. The Captain wouldn't let us go into
them though, so we had to stay out on the beach in the rain. 
     Most of the boys stripped to the waist, dropping their soggy
uniform jackets and shirts in a pile. Having nothing better to do,
me and Wendy, and Penny occupied our time watching them. Annie of
course, occupied her time by whining and bitching endlessly to
anyone who'd listen.
     "Those guys must work out." Wendy said, admiring the physique
of a pair of boys returning from the jungle.
     "Probably have to do ten mile hikes and all that shit." I
said.
     "I wish they'd take off their bottoms too." Penny giggled.
     "My what a smutty mind you have." Wendy said, admiringly. 
     "It's not a bad thought though." I grinned, twisting my hair
together to wring out some of the water.
     "Maybe you should take off your dress." Wendy teased.
     "Shit. I wish I could." I sighed, running my hands over the
sopping garment. It was made of velvet and was totally destroyed
now. When it dried, it'd look like shit.
     "They could have at least left us our clothes." Penny
complained.
     "Maybe we can get them to take a course in etiquette when we
find them." Wendy grunted.
     It finally stopped raining. Captain Brown sent more of his
boys into the woods to explore, and look for shelter. Those of us
who could, stripped off some of our clothes to let them dry in the
sun. Mostly that consisted of sweaters and jackets. Nobody was
going to strip down to their underwear with all these boys around. 
     Then the Captain announced they'd found a place for us to set
up in. It was a big cave not far away, near a waterfall. So, we all
had to troop through the bushes for another hour until we finally
dropped down exhausted, near the cave.

                *******************************
                          Part Two

     The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in
any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half
asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the
water and went to sleep.
     When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around
as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm
leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little
huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there
was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.
     I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would
come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was
watching the activity glumly.
     "What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.
     "Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're
not going to tell anyone."
     "But... people will miss us." I said.
     "Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably,
and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us,
or we never showed up, or something."
     "They won't believe them."
     "Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they
won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for
days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for
years."
     "That's stupid." I said, uncertainly.
     "Maybe." she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway,
maybe weeks."

     A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any
rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the
days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we
helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.
     The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts
they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and
spears. 
     We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain
Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew
nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or
worse yet cause trouble for him and his `men', and take them away
from their important, manly work.
     The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed
to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They
walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and
their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our
disreputable dress.
     Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of
thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress
had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically
falling apart. 
     They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses
off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm
at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm
leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their
vaunted survival training.
     What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming.
There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little
village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go
there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes
and skinny dip.
     At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was
terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy
about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed
in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave
in and disrobed completely.
     I didn't think there was any girl there who really had
anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because
of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at
first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say
everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as
she could.
     She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal
jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had
the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe
I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny
waist made me better than her giant breasts.
     I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for
anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits
of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better,
because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with
my body. 
     Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best
hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun. 
     The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my
tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips
and tits look better because of that. 
     The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the
perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two
cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay
on her belly.
     Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the
shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her
hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me
want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured
she'd be pretty indignant at that.
     Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet
face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with
long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.
     We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without
any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were
always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off
was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond
beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy
cold there.
     Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine
what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was
designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping
through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!
     We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly.
They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own
superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally
got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.
     She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to
strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then
we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity.
Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit,
wasn't it?
     Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They
hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut
up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being
beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.

     Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island.
Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored
stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the
ban on it.
     We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast
away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to
dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our
underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into
some of the boys.
     The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great
place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room
service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything
but trees, dirt, water, and birds.
     We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea.
     "How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she
sighed.
     "I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for
years."
     "I wonder what my parents are thinking."
     "Mine too."
We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After
a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat
down on the beach again.
     "We ought to be getting back." she sighed, looking at her
watch.
     "Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet." I
complained.
     "Me neither."
     Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me. I jerked back in
surprise, staring at her.
     "Why not Meg? It's at least something to do."
     "Someone will see us." I said.
     "Who? We've been here for over an hour and we haven't see any
sign of anything."
     "I can't"
     "You didn't say that at your place."
     "I was drunk then." I snapped.
     "Me too, but it was still fun."
     "Go find one of the boys, like Annie has."
She gave me a pitying look.
     "You think I want to make it with one of those snotty
stormtroopers? Give me a break."
     "Some of them aren't so bad, like that 
one who... "
     She kissed me again, silencing me. This time she put her arm
around me and pushed me back onto the sand, coming down on my
chest. Her right breast was pressing heavily into my right breast,
and her hand caressed my left.
     "Wendy." I complained.
     "Come onnnn." she pleaded.
She kissed me again, and her hand slid over my naked breasts. 
     "You know you want it." she said, hotly.
She was right. I hadn't even jerked off since we'd gotten here. It
was kind of hard to find any privacy in a little hut stuffed with
five other girls.
     She ran her tongue across my nipples, then slurped them into
her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. My breasts
swelled and hardened as her hands and mouth worked on them, and I
started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.
     She slid down my body, her tongue licking wide trails across
my chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then she was between my legs
and twirling that wonderful tongue in and out of my slit.
     Her fingers rubbed back and forth across my clitty, sending me
into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making me cum with a
devastating fury.
     She scurried around on her knees, her tongue and mouth latched
onto my slit. Her groin moved around over my face, and then slowly
lowered. I looked up at her bare crotch, and as if in a dream,
watched it approaching me. Then my hands slid up around her
buttocks, feeling and remembering the wonderful softness of her
skin as I drew her closer.
     My tongue slid up and down along her slit, making her shiver
atop me. She lay fully over me, her breasts in my belly and mine in
hers. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples against my
skin as she worked on my clit once more.
     I opened my mouth wide and engulfed almost her entire pubic
mound, munching lightly. Then I moved my lips against her clitty
and sucked it into my mouth, humming and buzzing to set the little
bud vibrating. I heard Wendy moan from down between my legs, and
the sound sent a surge of lust through me.
     I renewed my effort, driving my tongue deep into her slit,
gulping down girl juice, rasping my nose, and lips and tongue
across her clitty. Her body shuddered all over, and her fingers
stabbed deep into my cunt as she came.
     I kept working fiercely on her clitty until she finished her
orgasm, then went back to a more leisurely licking and sucking. I
slid my hands back and forth over her thin buttocks, and then down
along her sides to her breasts.
     I pushed my hands between us and squeezed her breasts,
searching for the nipples. 
     Suddenly I became aware of a pair of bare feet and legs
standing inches from my head. I gasped and shoved Wendy, dumping
her off sideways, and bolting upright, arms crossed over my
breasts, and hand over my pussy.
     Wendy looked around in confusion and her eyes opened in shock.
She too covered herself. I turned to find three boys grinning there
beside us. There faces were leering and nasty as they beheld us.
     "Looks like we found a couple of dykes." One said.
     "Little slutty lesbos." another added.
     "Like eating pussy lezy?" the first one asked Wendy.
     "Guess thats where she gets her strength." the third taunted.
I recognized him as the first guy Wendy had raced and beaten.
     "How about it honey? That where you get your speed, from
eating out pussy?"
     "Fuck off and get lost!" She hissed, furiously.
     "Whats the matter Wen-deeee?" he sneered. "We interrupting
your daily lunch?"
     "Don't let us bother you. Just go back to what you were
doing." the first one sneered.
     "Go Away!" I begged them, trying to completely cover my
breasts and vagina. I sat in the sand, and whipped my knees up in
front of me, keeping my feet tight together.
     "What's the matter honey? Think you got something we ain't
seen." the second guy, who was sporting a bulging erection in his
pants, sneered. "We been watching you to since you got to this
beach."
     "Yeah. You got really nice tits baby. What's your name
anyway."
     "Can't you bastards just fuck the hell off!" Wendy glared, her
face red and angry.
     "Sure Wendy. Just suck us all off and we'll go away." The
swimmer said.
     "When it's a cold day in hell." she hissed.
     "We can always tell everyone what a couple of little lezbos
you two are. I'm sure Annie will love to hear that."
     Her face was a mask of rage as the three of them snickered and
ogled us. If she'd had a gun, I'm sure she would have killed them
all. Then one of them moved forward. It was the guy, Larry, was his
name, that she'd beaten in the race.
     "Come on baby, your friend's lonely." he snickered. He grabbed
for her She tried to dodge, but couldn't and cover herself. He
grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her breasts, and yanking her
forward. He dragged her over onto me.
     Another of the boys pushed me backwards, and then knelt with
his knees on my shoulders. I was still franticly trying to cover
myself with my hands and had no way to push him away. Then the
other boy knelt beside me. The shifted positions, each putting a
knee on my shoulder and pulling one of my legs apart.
     In a second they had me spreadeagled on my back. They easily
held my hands above my head while the Larry struggled with Wendy.
She had given up all attempts to cover herself and was furiously
fighting with him as he tried to pull her over on top of me.
     She was a tough girl, and managed to slam her fist up into his
face with enough force to knock him backwards. She jumped up but he
grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. Then he was on her. He
outweighed her by a good seventy or eighty pounds, and easily
pressed her to the sand.
     He was angry now, his face grim and determined. He jerked
Wendy's right arm way up behind her back until she cried out in
pain. Then he grabbed her left and did the same, holding them
together way up behind her neck.
     His other hand was in her hair, and he dragged her across the
sand towards where the other two held me down. He forced her to her
knees between my legs and pushed her face against my crotch.
     "Go on Dyke! Suck her cunt out!" he hissed.
He pushed her face right into my outspread crotch, rubbing it
against me.
     "Eat her out lezbo!" Another of the boys taunted.
     Wendy kept her mouth grimly closed, even when Larry twisted
her arms up higher. I could tell from the way she was gritting her
teeth and blinking her eyes, that she was fighting off tears.
     "Leave her alone you fucking bastards!" I screamed.
     "Fuck you lezzie." One of them said to me.
     "Maybe you're not a lezzie after all, huh Wendy." Larry
sneered. 
     "Maybe you really want a nice stiff cock."
     "Jack. Come and help me with her." He called to one of the
others. The boy on my right side moved over to him, while the third
boy pulled me up to my knees, back against his chest. He twisted my
arm up behind me like Larry was dong to Wendy, and his other arm
went around my throat, holding me against him.
     Jack, knelt in front of Wendy, and then Larry pulled her up so
her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her
head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Wendy's joined wrists
and he easily held them against her neck.
     She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack's
legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and
pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. I
watched in horror as he pressed it against Wendy's cunt hole.
     I struggled against the boy holding me, but could hardly move
at all. I could only watch from no more than two feet away, as
Larry slowly pressed his erection into Wendy's vagina. The worst
part about it, I thought at the time, was that I knew Wendy was a
virgin. She'd never been with a boy before.
     Larry discovered that seconds later, whooping with glee.
"She's a cherry guys, a fuckin' little dyke cherry."
     "Pop the fucker." the guy holding me urged.
     "Yeah, tear it out man." Jack grinned.
Larry rammed his hips forward, once, then again, then again. The
third time Wendy let out a low moan, and then a whimper of pain as
his cock slammed through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy.
     "Pop goes the cherrrryyyyy." Larry sang. He pulled his cock
out slightly, then threw his hips forward, thrusting his prick even
deeper into Wendy's pussy
He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his
belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in
and out.
     His erection moved in and out of Wendy's crotch hole with a
harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the
tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her
tightly as he humped against her.
     I couldn't see Wendy's face, because it was between Jack's
legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and
knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any
kind of weakness to them.
     The guy holding me, laughed as he watched Larry riding Wendy. 
"You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed
body against her ass cheeks. "Like it better with a cock up your
cunthole?"
"Give it to her Larry!" the guy behind me urged.
     Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me
fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.
"You want some of that baby?" he leered.
"You want it, don't you?"
His hand released my arm, and it fell with a sudden clamour of
pain. 
     His hands went beneath my arms and then up and behind my neck,
pulling my arms up and apart. He bent me backwards, pushing my
chest out and up.
     "Hey Jack, what do you think of these?" he shouted.
     "Nice coconuts Vince. You gonna drink a little milk?."Jack
laughed.
     "Fucking A, man!" Jim snickered.
     He threw me down on my face in the grass, and then jumped up.
When I tried to get up, his foot slammed down on my back, shoving
me back into the sand. 
     A second later he was kneeling beside me and throwing me onto
my back. He was naked, having tossed off his shorts, and his
erection was even harder looking than Larry's.
     He threw himself on me, crushing me to the ground. His hands
pushed aside mine, and his face chewed and bit it's way across my
cheeks, lips, and throat, then descended to my breasts. He circled
my left nipple with his tongue, then bit down hard, making me
squeal in pain. He laughed uproariously, and pulled his hand up an
down his cockshaft.
     "Get ready baby. You're gonna get fucked by a man now." he
leered. 
     He pushed his cockhead against the tight opening to my box and
jammed it inside. Thankfully, my pussy hadn't had time to dry off
yet. It was still lubricated, and didn't hurt too much as his meaty
tool thrust down into my cunt.
     It moved balls deep, on the first, furious thrust, and he lay
flat upon me for long seconds luxuriating in the tightness and heat
of my belly. His body was hard like a rock, the muscles pushing
against me with bruising weight. 
     His hands moved all over me, like wild animals. They rasped
harshly across my skin, squeezing and pinching me all over.
     His greatest attention was payed to my breasts, which he
continually pinched, squeezed, kneaded, fondled and otherwise
abused. He seemed in love with my breasts. I knew I was going to
have bruises there from such harsh treatment.
     I punched at him, biting back my tears as I cursed and swore.
I dug my nails into his chest and he slammed the back of his hand
against my mouth, knocking my head to one side and bringing stars
to my eyes. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together above
my head with one of his back hands.
     He dragged his prick up the length of my fuck tunnel and then
plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside me. Then he
started to move his hips up and down, fucking his tool into me with
a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.
     "Like it dyke?" he taunted, squeezing my right breasts tight
and twisting it around brutally. I cried out in pain and he twisted
it the other way, seemingly enjoying my torment. He was fucking his
rod into me with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up
and down and up and down in my slit like a machine piston.
     His hard hips were slamming against the inside of my thighs
with jarring force, shoving my ass back into the sand, jerking my
body upward. 
     His lips sought mine. I tried to turn my face but he grabbed
my hair and twisted it sharply, forcing me against him. His tongue
slammed in between my lips, raping my mouth. He bit me, then pulled
his mouth away to laugh down at me nastily. 
     He let go of my wrists and slid his hands under my thighs,
scooping up my lower body and shoving my legs back against my
chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and pushed them way back,
forcing my lower body off the ground and putting all my weight on
my shoulders.
     He plunge his cock into my gaping fuckhole, his eyes a mask of
exultant triumph, of conquest. I heard a scream from Wendy and
jerked my head to the side, temporarily distracted from my own
fate.
     Larry had finished with her. The other boy, Jack had thrown
her down on the sand on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving
much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands
were in her hair, shoving her face into the sand as Larry stood
next to them and giggled.
     Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical
cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little
strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking
her in the asshole!
     I'd heard of that, of course. I'd thought the idea gross and
disgusting. Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and
excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my
friend's anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them.
One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin. 
     I couldn't tear my eyes away at first, even though Vince was
still slamming his long fuck tool in and out of me with tremendous
driving thrusts. My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene
vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat
up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could
find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.
     He wasn't being gentle about it either. He was hammering his
prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out
her bottom as Wendy sobbed and shook beneath him.
     Then I was pulled back to my own situation as Vince started
pumping faster and faster into me. My slit was only inches from my
face as my ankles pressed against my ears. I had a really close
view of my drooling fuck box and Vince's cock as it slid in and out
of my body. I could see the thin film of oily slickness on his tool
as it emerged each time.
     My body shivered as I fought to stay completely detached from
the powerful fucking my body was undergoing. I could actually see
where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth
against my clitty, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging
through my cramped, squashed body.
     It was a strange experience indeed, to watch that long rounded
shaft emerge from the depths of my body, and then slide back
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