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Survivor

By: Tara_Neale



It is December Twenty-Sixth. The refrigerator is full, most of the dishes washed. The older children have dispersed to their lives of work and college. The new has not yet worn off the younger ones' toys. And I just finished a goal that I have been striving to do for four years. Not a bad way to end the year (a lot better than the rig-a-ma-roar that was made over the Mayan calendar). 

I have been a storyteller for as long as I can remember. When I was in sixth grade, I got in trouble at school for writing a fairytale...in math class. Of course, I got in trouble at home for lying about it and trying to cover up the truth. I think that might have been a prophetic view of my life as a writer. In high school, I took creative writing class, twice. I placed in a regional poetry contest and was honored at the local college for it. 

Then the rational side of my mind stepped in. Almost no one makes their living as a writer. Do something more stable and write for your enjoyment. So I choose engineering when I enrolled in college the first time, obviously I did not last long. Life happened in that next decade. Marriage and four children. Writing, even journaling, was a luxury I did not have time for. I shared my secret passion once with my ex-husband. Surprisingly, he encouraged it. Together we even began a couple of romance novels, but the children and my new goal of returning to college interfered. 

Another eight years were to intervene before I took up writing again. This time on a fan fiction site dedicated to my favorite author and her vampire world. I soon became one of the most popular players on the site with multiple partners. I even learned to write from the male perspective. I also connected with a couple of writing partners and began a couple of novels. But again life interfered, this time love and marriage again. 

This time my passion only hibernated for five years. But again as my world began to crumble, my marriage a bitter shell of the dreams it had once been, my youngest child striken with a debilitating chronic health condition, and my other career in ashes, I turned once more to my first love, writing. This time I discovered a whole new platform at Literotica. 

And that first year, I set myself the lofty goal of competing in the Survivor Contest. I set two sub-goals: 1) To win and 2) To write a story in all thirty-five categories. I achieved neither. I did place second, which is not bad for a novice. But I failed to write stories in many of the more challenging categories. Over the next couple of years, I continued to compete in Survivor, but never again with such vigor as my world further disintegrated, my daughter's health deteriorated, I lost another child and went into the dark abyss of depression and anxiety.

This year I once again signed up to compete in Survivor, but something was different. Writing was no longer a hobby that I pursued in my spare time. Since my daughter's health had necessitated me quitting my jobs, I had decided that it was an omen. It was time to get serious about this writing thing. And what better time? Thanks to the Internet and e-readers, self-published was now a viable option. So I committed to that path.

And this time last year, I set three writing goals:

1) To publish a novella every month and three full-length novels.

2) To earn $5,000 dollars.

3) To compete in Survivor with an eye towards increasing readership and trying new techniques and stories.

Again, I did not reach the first two of those goals. But I did publish three novellas this year. And I completed my second novel, this one much better written than my first that still languishes on my hard drive, because it practically needs to be re-written. That other goal niggled at my mind. 

Through out the year, I wrote a few stories, less than a dozen, but I did write one for each of the contests. This meant that as I pushed the submit button on my final entry in the Holiday Contest, I earned an extra thirty points and jumped respectably in the rankings. 

The year had been challenging. Due to the demands of my daughter's care, I had fallen far behind in my writing goals. While I had finished my novel at Literotica and written in all the contests, I was no closer to that goal than the others. Then I remembered that old goal...to write a story in all thirty-five categories. I had written in eleven. That meant that I would need to write and submit at least twenty-four new stories in less than a month. Could I do it? Could anyone? 

But I knew that due to the rule about chapter stories not counting, Survivor no longer fit with my goals as a writer. This would be my last year participating. And that tiny flame flared to life. I wanted to fulfill that goal. Not to win. But simply because I needed to finish something. To check it off my bucket list if you will.

As I write these words, if none of my pending stories are rejected or re-categorized, then I have done it. With five days to spare. I have written twenty-four (this makes twenty-five) stories, almost one hundred thousand words in a month. And most of them are fairly decent. It feels good. No, it feels GREAT. I did it. It might have taken me four years. But I accomplished my goal. And that is what life is all about...not giving up no matter how hard it gets, how tight your deadline. 

So if you are a writer, if you want a challenge, a real one...there is a reason that they call it the Survivor Contest. And win or lose, competing will help you to form good writing habits and improve in your craft (please don't go looking at the stories I wrote that first year, thankfully they are under another pen name). 

Become a real Survivor and do as I did...write at least one story in every category this year. But please be wiser about it, don't wait to the last moment to make your dreams come true and accomplish your goals.

Survivor



The first thing I remember after the crash was coming round in the suspended animation booth. The total system shutdown had triggered the re-animation sequence. I groggily stepped out of the booth to find a wrecked spaceship interior with drifts of snow starting to build up against the walls. I had been one of the five crew members in stasis when we had crashed. A quick glance was all I needed to tell me that the other four, the alternate flight crew of three and the second derelict recovery specialist (my current role in the crew too), were not going to be waking up; all their booths were broken in some way. I made my way carefully to the remains of the flight deck and found two more bodies; the pilot and the flight engineer. Of the last member of the team, Emalotte the navigator, there was no sign. I looked around the rest of the ship and found that the access hatch was open with snow blowing in. 

Peering outside I saw vestiges of a trail leading away from the wreckage. It seemed that Emmy had decided to leave the wreck and try to find... what? I didn't know, Emalotte and I hadn't interacted much. I considered my choices: I could bury the rest of the crew, or I could go after Em. The decision wasn't difficult: the bodies, although they were my friends, weren't going anywhere. Emmy was a resourceful girl but totally unprepared for surviving in this harsh environment. I quickly threw on a warm coat, picked up some hard rations in a backpack and was about to plunge after Emalotte when I had another thought. I went to the gun locker and took out a pistol and the assault rifle with the night sight; both old friends from my military days in the Space Legion. The pistol I stuck in my pocket and the rifle I slung across my back. I pulled up the hood of the coat and set off down the just discernable trail left by my missing crewmate.

We had been on a deep space mission to clear a derelict cargo hauler that was drifting towards a major space lane. The long haul out meant that we were double-crewed, swapping active crewmembers every couple of weeks or so. The last time I had been on duty we had been more or less on schedule to rendezvous with the derelict in about two months. What had happened since was a complete and utter mystery to me. Obviously something had gone awry, but I wouldn't know what until I caught up with Emalotte. I pushed on through the snowy wastes as quickly as I could, occasionally checking ahead with the night scope for any sign of my errant crewmate. I could tell I was gaining on her as the tracks were becoming better defined. After three hours I saw something worrying: Another set of footprints running parallel to Emmy's. Someone else was following her! It was possible they were looking to help, but for some reason I didn't think so. That thought was reinforced when the second set of tracks veered off and began to follow the available cover in a way with which I was all too familiar.

As dusk became evening I came to the top of a rise and could see a small fire burning in the lee of some trees on the other side of this new valley. In this flickering light I also spotted two shadowy figures creeping closer to the campfire and my associate. Emalotte hadn't seen them and in my heart I knew they meant her harm so I began to run. I quickly realised I'd never get there in time as the two figures now struck. I stopped and unslung the rifle, turned on the night sight and knelt in a firing position. I peered through the scope and saw that Emmy was struggling with the two assailants. I knew that I couldn't attempt to shoot these two bushwhackers because of the risk of hitting Emmy, but maybe I could get close enough to scare them off. I put my eye to the scope again and located the grappling trio. I had been right all along; Samaritans aren't that rough. I squeezed the trigger and fired two shots over the heads of the melee. At the same time I called out loudly.

"Leave the girl alone!"

As they all looked towards the sound of my voice Emmy got a kick in on one of her attackers. The recipient let her go and crouched in pain, turning away from her. I fired twice more, hitting him with both shots, head and heart. The other one tried to use Emalotte as a shield but that just got her in closer to him. She stamped down hard on his foot and then used her elbow to his gut. He lost his grip on her and she began to run towards where she thought I was.

"Emmy, get down!" I shouted as she was masking my shot. She responded by diving into the snow and gave me a clear field of fire. I pulled the trigger once more. Two more shots. Two more hits. No more bad guys. 

I walked toward where Emalotte was carefully getting to her feet. It took me a good five minutes as she made no move in my direction until presumably I was close enough for her to see the identity of her saviour. A big smile lit up her face when she recognised me and she ran to me, throwing her arms around me like I was a long lost brother.

"Dave! It is you. I thought you were all dead." She gabbled excitedly.

"I'm afraid the others are; their pods broke open in the crash. What happened with that anyway?" I said calmly, hoping she'd do the same.

"Well, we came across this uncharted planetoid. The skipper decided we'd make a few orbits to enable me to map it a little. Then, I don't know, some sort of missile strike on us I think, and we were going down. The skipper made me strap myself in while he and Scottie tried to control our descent. They nearly managed it, but it cost them their lives. I might have been able to help if they'd let me." Her eyes began to tear up as she told me what had occurred.

"If they thought you could have helped they would have asked." I said comfortingly. "It was a missile attack then? That makes me think I'd like a closer look at your two friends." My mind was racing. "Coming?"

"I'm not sure I want to see them again." Emmy was dubious.

"I won't make you, but two pairs of eyes are better than one."

Emalotte paused to think for a moment.

"All right, I'll come with you. As long as it isn't too icky."

I held out my hand and she took it and followed me back towards the now dying campfire. Her two attackers lay either side of the dwindling light source. I knelt beside the first one, twitching open his coat. What I saw made me hmmm. 

"What is it?" Emmy asked from a couple of feet behind me.

"Come and tell me what you see." I replied.

" A dead man." She said after coming and looking over my shoulder.

"Accurate, but not what I meant. What is he wearing?"

"Some sort of military uniform isn't it?"

"And that implies he's military or ex-military maybe?"

"I wouldn't know Dave."

I sighed, wondering if she really didn't see the point I was trying to make, or if she was being obtuse on purpose. I moved to the second body and again opened his overcoat.

"That one's got a different uniform on." Emmy said, now trying to be helpful.

"Yes, he does." I said thoughtfully. It seemed to confirm my thinking. "What do you think that means?" I asked.

"Honestly Dave, I don't have a clue about what you're getting at." She said sorrowfully.

"At least you're honest." I smiled. "What I'm thinking is that these two are either deserters or pirates or both. The ship must have passed over their secret hideaway or something."

"So they shot us down and then came to finish us off?"

"That's my guess."

"But that's horrible."

"They're not nice people Emmy." I patted her on the shoulder.

"So what are we going to do now?" She asked.

"I reckon we go back to the ship and initiate the distress beacon."

"Won't they hear it too?"

"They probably will, but I never said we were going to stay there. It's possible they'll abandon the base if they think it's been compromised, but they probably won't yet. So we are going to find it and cause them some problems."

"Just the two of us?" Emalotte was incredulous.

"Don't you want payback?"

"Yes, but I'd like to be alive to enjoy it."

"Then I'll see what I can do." I grinned.

"What was it you did in the military anyway?" Emmy asked.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." I smirked.

Emmy grinned back. Just knowing that she wasn't alone in a situation she wasn't prepared for seemed to be cheering her up.

"Are we going straight back? They might have found the crash by now."

"They might." I conceded. "But let's stick to the plan for now. The sooner we get back, the sooner we'll know."

"Makes sense I suppose. Okay then, I'm ready, lets go."

I was fairly sure we wouldn't get back in one trip: Emalotte had been on the move for a good twelve hours already. But I was quite surprised how long she did keep going. We had been travelling back towards the crash for seven hours before she finally gave in and asked if we could stop for a rest. I found a sheltered spot and we settled down. I told her 'no fires' or we'd be spotted and she asked how we would keep warm.

"We'll have to share our body heat." I told her.

"If I wasn't so tired that sounds like it might be fun." She replied with a weary grin.

"Not what you're thinking cheeky." I grinned back and settled down. "Put your right arm around me under my coat." I said, slipping my left arm out of the coat and wrapping it round her left shoulder, giving her an extra layer of clothing.

"Will this work?" Emmy asked as she wriggled into place.

"For a good few hours." I said. "By then the sun will be up."

"Have you done this before?"

"Loads of times in the military; But never with a young lady strangely. They seemed to prefer the younger troopers."

"Oh come on! You've never cuddled a girl before?"

"Of course I have, but usually it was a lot warmer and they had a lot less clothing on!" I laughed.

She giggled and snuggled up closer.

"You know you make me feel so much safer Dave." She said wearily yawning.

"I'm glad. Now try and get some sleep."

"Kay." She mumbled and closed her eyes.

Before too long she nodded off. Carefully I eased her onto my lap for the added warmth she could get from our proximity. She stirred but didn't wake. I found myself looking at her, properly looking, for the first time. Asleep, Emalotte looked younger than the mid-twenties I knew her to be. She had curves in all the right places; sparkling brown eyes when they were open; a perky little nose; and very kissable lips. I clamped down on that thought. We were going to attempt something extremely dangerous and I couldn't allow myself to think of her as anything but a resource until we were done. Afterwards perhaps... Well, afterwards would be up to her in any case.

I must have dozed off myself, something I had tried to avoid, because Emmy woke me by moving around on my lap. Her shifting brought me back to consciousness. Suddenly fully alert, I glanced around at our surroundings but everything seemed in order. It was now daylight and the sun was out, melting the snow. I altered my position slightly and that disturbed Emalotte. She wriggled her bum a little and rubbed her face against my chest where it was resting. I reached across and brushed a wisp of hair away from her eyes.

"What are you doing Dave?" She asked, her eyes still closed.

"Wondering how to wake you." I replied, not entirely convincingly. "We need to get moving again." That was true.

Emalotte sat up and looked me in the eye.

"How long was I asleep." She asked.

"Not a clue." I told her honestly. "I fell asleep too. I woke up a minute or two before you."

"And that's why we need to get going?"

"Partly I suppose." I said guiltily. "And partly because the sooner we reach the ship, the sooner we can get started on our search."

"Then let's get out of here military man." She jumped to her feet and began to march off.

"Em?" I called out.

"Yes?" She stopped and turned around.

"Some navigator you are. It's the other way." I pointed.

"Just testing." She replied, but blushed deeply.

I stood slowly, my back aching somewhat from the cold, hard ground. Emmy came over as I groaned and straightened my spine.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"Just stuff."

"Old age?"

"Cold, hard ground, and you on my lap, you cheeky young madam." I felt the pistol in my pocket bump my hip, reminding me of its presence. "Here, you might need this." I said, handing her the weapon.

She took it nervously.

"I've never fired a gun before." She told me apologetically.

"I'll show you." I said taking it back. "This is the safety catch. On. Off." I pointed out. "You arm it like this." I demonstrated. "Then you just point and squeeze the trigger."

"Okay, seems simple. Let me try." I disarmed the pistol and handed it back. She looked at it for a moment and then in quick succession, armed it, raised it, and fired it. A nearby tree took a hit.

"That what you were aiming for?" I asked sceptically. 

"Nearly." She replied sheepishly. "I was going for the rock next to it."

"Close enough to scare it to death at least." I grinned. "Come on sureshot, let's go." I said, leading the way back to the crashed ship.

It took us just over three hours to get back to the wreck. We made the final approach furtively, just in case the pirates had already found the ship and had it staked out. I could see no sign of this so Emalotte and I carefully entered the broken airlock.

"Okay then Em," I said as we entered the cockpit, "I want you to get the maps you made of this planetoid together."

"Why?" She was puzzled.

"Because like I said before, the ship must have passed over or close to the pirate base. So I'm hoping that we may catch a glimpse of it."

"Oh. Okay, I understand." 

"And the spatial co-ordinates of this planetoid might come in handy too." I added. Emmy nodded and scuttled off to her workstation. I began collecting things I knew we'd be needing; food and water, spare clothing, ammunition and explosives. I also picked up a second pistol and the automatic shotgun; even Em couldn't miss with that. I put all the gear into two packs and left them by the airlock, and then set to work to booby-trap the ship. I rigged it to explode when the distress beacon was turned off. Emalotte came to where I was making the final connection clutching her map case and asked me what I was doing. When I told her she made a face.

"What about our crewmates?" She asked.

"We can't help them anymore Em." I told her.

"Not even bury them?"

"A Viking funeral pyre when the pirates turn up is the best we can do." I told her kindly.

"I suppose." She said quietly.

"If we survive we can honour them then." I offered. Although this perked her up a little, she still looked incredibly sad. I hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Lets deal with our immediate problems first. I'm sure they won't mind." I said softly.

"I know you're right, but it still feels wrong." She said.

"I understand Em," I told her, ruffling her hair playfully, "but we have to make tough decisions and then stick by them. It's all the only way."

"Sure." She mumbled, giving me a watery smile. "I came to tell you I think I've found something on my mapping equipment."

"Then lets get going madam navigator."

We went to the airlock for the last time. I handed Emmy one of the packs and the shotgun. Then without another backward glance we set off.

What Emalotte had spotted on the mapping camera was a flare moments before the ship was hit. She thought that maybe it was a missile launching. I agreed with her assessment, and that it was worth looking at, especially as the site corresponded roughly with the direction her pursuers had come from. We went by a route that was as direct as possible, keeping to cover as much as we could. Emmy proved to be excellent at interpreting the part formed maps and as the sun began to set once more she announced that we were in the area that the flash originated from.

"We'll wait here," I said, "and when it gets dark enough I'll use the night scope and see if it can pick anything out."

"All right." Em agreed. "I could use some more rest." She did look tired. I looked around for a place to hide for a while. As I was doing that we heard a muffled 'crump' from where we had come from. Turning we saw a cloud of smoke rising from where I judged our crashed ship to be.

"Find peace amongst the stars." I muttered. It was an old military farewell.

"Light, truth and justice." Emmy whispered sadly. The two of us faced each other.

"They appear to have found the wreck." I suggested mildly.

"Yes." She replied, tears forming in her eyes.

"Hopefully that'll mean a couple less pirates to deal with." I said, happier than the moment called for.

"They were our crew, our friends!" Emmy shouted. "Don't you care they're dead?"

"Of course I care. But we're alive. I couldn't help them, so all I can do now is avenge them." I snapped back angrily.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so harsh." Emalotte said, tears now flowing.

"I'm sorry too Em. I've seen a lot of people die; too many. And it's made me hard. I've had to bury my feelings because it was the only way to survive; and I always survive. It's like I have a charmed life. Charmed? Pah! Cursed more like."

"Perhaps you are kept alive to serve a greater purpose?"

"Em, I never poor cold water over the beliefs of others, but the only thing I believe is that you stand or fall by your decisions. Our lives are just an infinitesimal speck in the vastness of the universe, so we must make the most of what we have and take the responsibility for our actions. It's all we can do."

Emalotte stared at me following my outburst. She took my hand gently.

"That sounds like rather a lonely philosophy, a lonely life." She said.

"Only when I lose my friends." I smiled weakly. I set my shoulders. "Come on, we've bad guys to find." 

I led her to a wooded ridge that overlooked the area we wanted to survey and sat down with my back to a tree. I began to disengage the scope from the rifle.

"Still too light to use this." I muttered, carefully placing it to one side. "How about something to eat?"

"Good idea; I'm starving."

"I put rations in both packs."

We ate a little, waiting for it to darken enough for the sight to work properly, and Emmy asked me to explain my plan.

"Depends on what we find." I told her. "If we spot some outpost we keep on looking for the main base; if it's the base itself we find a way in."

"Not very detailed, your masterplan." She grinned.

"Short of intell at the moment."

"Well, there is something I've noticed: It might be nothing of course."

"Shoot."

"None of the trees we've seen are more than seven years old."

"So the planetoid might be terraformed?" I asked. 

Emmy nodded.

"Possibly. But that's really costly."

"Not if you are a pirate who's just hijacked a colony ship." I pointed out.

"Has one ever gone missing?" She asked.

"Not officially, but I have heard rumours." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "It would explain a lot. An uncharted planetoid, not just a big rock floating free."

"What would they have done with everyone aboard a colony ship? No, don't tell me. I don't want to think about it." She shivered. I shrugged and said nothing, but was quietly impressed with her botanical observation. It was a possible clue at least.

Soon it was dark enough that I could use the scope properly. I scanned the area for a while; all I could see at first were trees and bushes. Then I caught sight of a more solid line amongst the foliage. Closer examination revealed the outline of a building well hidden, and to one side was something that looked suspiciously like a missile launcher also well disguised. I called Emalotte to take a look as well.

"You were right Em, this is the place we want." I complimented her.

"So now what do we do?" she asked, looking up from the scope.

"We gather some more intell. Using that we formulate a plan to get in."




Survivor



"Won't they be expecting us?"

"Two survivors from a rescue ship? I doubt it. I don't think they'll be looking for us anywhere near their base, but we'll keep hidden anyway."

"You're the military man." She smiled weakly. "One more thing." I looked at her expectantly; she was blushing. "I need to go to the bathroom." She said quietly. 

Her embarrassment served to remind me once more of Em's lack of experience in this sort of situation. Trying not to laugh I swept my around the hollow we were in.

"Any bush you like." I said. She looked around and then scuttled off. "And keep low." I added, finally permitting myself a smile.

Throughout the night one or other of us kept a constant watch on the building, making notes if we saw anything. I also wrote out a coded message that would bring my former colleagues to this planetoid if I could find a powerful enough transmitter, but I guessed the pirates had one in their command centre, if we could find it.

By daybreak we had both come to the conclusion that we needed a better viewpoint.

"If we keep watching throughout the day, we might see something else." I mused. "And then we'll move tonight, try and get around to the other side."

"All right, but I'm finding this observation stuff difficult. It makes me sleepy." As Emalotte spoke, there was a rumbling sound and the ground beneath us shook. "What is that?" She asked nervously.

"That, my dear girl, is a ship taking off." I smiled. Obviously she hadn't spent as much time as me around spaceports.

"From underneath us?"

"Not exactly." I pointed. "Watch over there, I think." As she turned her head a ship roared into the air and disappeared spacewards. "There must be a port down there somewhere."

"Could we get in that way?" Emmy asked.

"Let's go have a look-see shall we?"

"Won't it be guarded?"

"Maybe. There's only one way to find out. Come on."

We took everything we could out of the two packs and left them behind; we needed to travel light from now on.

Emalotte and I peered out from the bushes that were our cover.

"See? They're not expecting anyone to try this." I whispered.

"But there are guards." Emmy whispered back.

"Bored, disinterested guards; easily evaded. Believe me, I know."

"What about electronic surveillance?"

"Deeper inside the base maybe, but out here on the port edge they just get mucked up by the arrivals and departures. They're relying on their hiding place not being found. We are already inside their best defence." I flashed her a grin.

"I don't know about that: A couple of hundred armed pirates seems to be a pretty good defence to me."

"Not to a professional." My grin widened.

"Okay." She sighed. "Show this amateur what to do."

Even from a distance I had seen several holes in the pirates protective web. I picked the one that I thought would be easiest for Em and then asked her to keep quiet and follow me. She gave me an anxious nod and we headed toward a spot near the edge of one side of the vast cavern the pirates were using for a port. I had chosen it because of the landslip; there was more cover and less likelihood of an unusually attentive sentry investigating any noise. It only took a few minutes and then we were inside the perimeter. I led Emmy towards a walkway that seemed to connect to the rest of the base.

"What are you doing?" She hissed urgently, grabbing my arm.

"I want to get into their control room, up there," I pointed up towards the command centre near the cave roof, "and the best way, as any wasp who has got into a beehive knows, is to act like you belong."

"Oh. Right."

"So if you could act a bit less, well, cute, and a bit more mean and piratey, I'd be grateful." I groaned inwardly as I said the word 'cute', knowing she'd make something of it.

"I can do mean." Em said and grimaced comically.

"Good." I replied, trying not to laugh. "Come on then, mean pirate." I turned and led her onto the walkway, thinking that I'd got away with it.

"So, you think I'm cute then?" Emmy asked as she fell in step behind me.

I rolled my eyes.

"I just meant that we need to blend in."

"Not answering the question." She sang.

"All right." I sighed. "Yes, I think you are cute and possibly very pretty, but can we concentrate and pretend I didn't say that."

"Sure." A pause. "At least you can pretend if you like. I'm going to remember it. Now shush, I have to practice being mean and nasty."

"Oh I don't think you do." I muttered, not quite under my breath.

"What was that?" Emalotte asked.

"Nothing."

I strode along the pathway towards the main part of the pirate base, Emalotte trotted along behind: She was humming. 

"EM!" I snapped.

"What?"

"The humming."

"Oh! Sorry. Gnarly warrior doesn't come naturally to me; perhaps I can be a jolly pirate." She grinned.

"Just act like you're supposed to be here." I sighed. She was irrepressible.

"Suggestions on how?"

"Maybe you could carry your gun on your back, as opposed to clutching it at the ready." I said. "Just be casual Em."

"I can do casual. Casual it is."

"Good. Come on. We need to find the way to the command centre." We both slung over weapons over our shoulders and pressed on deeper into the enemy stronghold.

The two of us had made our way unobtrusively well into the maze of corridors at the heart of the pirate base, closing in on the control room. Here there were more and more people but perversely Emmy was getting more confident. Then a guy stopped her. I turned and my hand went toward my pistol.

"Hey beautiful," he said, "how come I haven't seen you around before?"

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, beckoning him closer.

"Sure thing baby." He leant towards her.

"I've been avoiding you." She gave him a sweet smile.

"Hahaha, good one." He laughed and then walked off.

Em caught me up still grinning. I grinned back.

"He's right. That was a good one." I told her. 

"I was sure he knew for a minute." She looked worried for a moment.

"Naw, just a crumby chat-up line." I tousled her hair reassuringly.

"It would have worked a few days ago." She smiled and then set her shoulders. "Hey! Come on, I can see the route we have to take." She marched off determinedly and I had to scurry along to catch her up.

She led me through a series of corridors, following a series of signs, until we were on our own again and climbing a long staircase.

"Em, there may be a sentry outside the command centre. If there is can you cause a distraction so that I can dispose of him?" I said as we climbed.

"Probably. What do you mean by 'dispose of'?" 

"What do you think?"

"Maybe the guard will be a woman?"

"A pirate is a pirate; none of them are very nice people."

"What I meant, numbskull, is that a girl might be harder for me to distract."

"Oh I dunno. Just start chatting about your outfits, you all seem to be able to do that." I laughed.

"That's a bit of an old-fashioned view." Emalotte snorted.

"What can I say? I'm an old-fashioned guy." I told her.

"Well, old at least." She giggled.

"You cheeky cow!" 

By now we were close to what appeared to be the top of the stairs so I let Emmy get a little way ahead. I peered around the corner and saw that she was talking to the sentry and had managed to get him turned around so that he had his back to me. 'Good girl', I thought as I came up behind him. With one quick movement I snapped his neck and slowly let the body to the floor. Em had a distressed look on her face.

"How can you do that?" She asked plaintively.

"Practice." I said somewhat callously as I searched the corpse for a pass card that I noticed was needed to open the command centre door.

"That's not what I meant." Em snapped back.

"I know what you meant. That's why you do the distracting and I do the disposal." I wasn't angry with her, she hadn't been exposed to the harsh realities I had, but I was upset that she had learnt how easily killing still came to me. I found the card and passed it to her. "Now, I want you to open the door and then stay behind me while I deal with whatever is in there. When I say 'clear' I want you to go to the radio transmitter and send this message." I handed her the piece of paper I had prepared earlier. "Add your co-ordinates for the planetoid where it says." She nodded, looking a little worried now. I gave her a reassuring smile.

"What are you going to be doing while I'm on the radio?"

"I'm going to seriously screw up everything in this room."

"Won't that alert them that we're here?"

"Just a bit, so we'll have to be quick and clever."

"Multi-tasking eh? I'll do my best."

"You're doing fine sweetie." I patted her on the shoulder. "Now, ready?" She nodded.

I cocked my pistol and held it ready before giving her the okay. She swiped the card and pushed the door open. Walking in, I saw three guys working at various workstations around the control room. I picked them off in rapid succession. As I was about to announce 'clear' for Em I heard the loud boom of her shotgun behind me. I span around to see her staring ashen-faced at the body of the guy I hadn't seen; the guy she'd just killed to save me. I knew she needed comforting at that moment, but we just didn't have the time.

"EM! Emmy! Snap out of it. Find the radio." I ordered.

"Yeah, the radio." She muttered, dazed and confused at what she and the shotgun had wrought. She walked over to one of the consoles, delicately stepping over one of the dead pirates, and went to work. I did the same. I crosswired consoles, tripped inhibitors, and turned off failsafes. Finally I connected the whole mess to the door control; when the door was opened everything would go 'fzzzt!' hopefully.

Emmy came over as I was finishing off. She quickly saw what I was doing.

"How do we get out then?" She asked, not unreasonably.

"Ventilation system." I said, standing up and pointing. She looked up to where I'd indicated.

"I can't reach that high." She said.

"I'll boost you up there. Easy." I grinned. Em looked dubious. "Come on, chop chop. Time is a-wasting." I leant back against the wall and cupped my hands together for Emmy. I lifted her up to the air duct opening.

"How do I open it?" She asked.

"There should be a clip holding it shut. Just open the clip." I told her. After a short pause she pulled herself up into the ventilation shaft.

"Which way do I go?" She asked now.

"If we go left it should take us back down towards the ground level."

"Why do we want to go there?"

"I want to see if we can do some more damage to their operation." I said as I hoisted myself up after her.

"It's damned dark." Came her muffled voice.

"So just feel your way along." I told her as I crawled along behind. The ventilation shaft was barely big enough to contain me, but Emmy appeared to be scooting along it.

"Are you looking at my bum?" She suddenly asked out of nowhere.

"I can't see that far ahead." I snapped.

"I don't mind if you are." She told me.

"At this precise moment I have other things on my mind Emalotte." She was flirting with me! I was sure of it. I had put us in tremendous danger and she was flirting! I was incredulous.

"This shaft is beginning to slope downwards now." Em informed me, concern now in her voice.

"That means we're going the right way." I replied reassuringly.

"It's getting a lot steeper, I'm starting to slip." Now there was a definite hint of panic in her tone. 

"Brace yourself against the sides." I increased the speed of my crawl to try and catch up with her. 

"I can't." She cried out. There was the sound of her bashing against the sides of the air duct uncontrollably as she finally lost traction.

I swore under my breath and attempted to dive down the shaft after her, but my shoulders were too broad and I had to return to a rapid scrabble down the duct, all the time cursing myself for not getting us back out of the pirate lair straightaway and for not realising Emmy's slender frame would slip through the ventilation shaft so easily. I could see a light ahead of me and hear some sort of commotion. Apparently Em had crashed out of the air duct and into an occupied room. Once more I tried to hurry up. As I reached the point Emmy had exited the ventilation system I peered out carefully. The room, a kitchen of some sort, was empty now, but there was a lot of noise coming from the next room. Carefully I dropped out of the air duct and made my way towards the door. Although I was desperate to aid Emmy I knew that just blindly chasing after her was not a good idea.

My mind clicked into 'assault' mode and I raised my rifle to my shoulder. Cautiously I peered into the next room. What I saw made my blood boil; five pirates were grappling with Emalotte. They appeared to be molesting her. Without another thought I strode into the room and fired off five rapid shots. Each one hit it's target and the would-be rapists fell to the floor dead. Emmy looked up at me and cried out.

"Behind you!"

Before she'd finished the first word I was spinning around. There was a sixth pirate who was swinging a heft piece of wood in my direction. I blocked it with the rifle and then smacked the butt into the side of their head, stunning them. As they staggered backwards I shot them. It was only then that I saw that this pirate was a woman; but as I had earlier explained to Em, male or female, there was no such thing as a good space pirate.

I turned on my heel and crouched down at Emmy's side, noticing that her flight suit was undone and the shirt underneath was torn open to expose her perky breasts.

"Are you okay?" I asked, deeply concerned to have let this happen.

"It wasn't the most fun I've ever had," she said with a weak smile, "but I knew if I held them off long enough you'd arrive." Em seemed unaware that her bosom was on view and that I couldn't take my eyes off the rhythmic rise and fall of her naked chest. At least that's what I thought until she spoke again. "Done looking yet?" She asked. 

I jerked my gaze up to her smiling face and blushed.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I stood up and turned away.

"I didn't say the attention wasn't appreciated."

"Nonetheless I'm still sorry. And I think that we should get moving, someone must have heard the ruckus in here."

"Spoilsport." She said and poked out her tongue. "All right, where to next?" She asked, sitting up and tying her shirt so that she was covered up. I helped her to her feet and she did up her flight suit.

"Where are your weapons?" I asked.

"Shotgun broke when I tried to use it as a brake; they took my pistol." I nodded and handed her my handgun. "You didn't say where we're attacking next. The armoury maybe?"

"No. I think we've stirred up enough trouble for now. It's time to get out of here."

"Really? Before you sounded like you were going to destroy this whole place and everyone in it."

"That was before I decided that I'd put you in more than enough danger for one mission."

"Doesn't sound like the earlier you." Em was pushing me.

"All right, if you must know." I folded.

"I must."

"Seeing you in that situation made me realise that if anything happened to you I wouldn't be able to stand it. Okay? Happy now I've said it? We need to go."

"Oh. All right then. As ever, I am in your hands."

We went out of the door and looked around to gauge our position. As it was, we were back dockside of the base. Emmy pointed across at an old ship.

"Isn't that a colonist vessel?"

"I think you're right." I said, looking. "Come on, I reckon we can go and hide out inside it."

"Maybe the pirates still use it." She suggested.

"I can't think what for." I replied, striding out towards the ship.

As it turned out I was right. The pirates had captured the ship, eliminating the crew in the process, used the terraforming equipment on the planetoid, and then just left it alone even to leaving the prospective colonists in their suspended animation booths.

"Why are they keeping them alive?" Emmy asked.

"I really don't know." I replied thoughtfully. The sight of the still active booths had given me an idea. I looked around for the controls and when I spotted them, went over for a closer look.

"Are we going to wake them?" Em asked, watching me.

"Quite the reverse."

"What?"

"I was thinking you could hide out in one of the unoccupied booths while I keep an eye on things out there." I gave her a tight smile, almost sure she wouldn't agree.

"But if something happens to you I'll be trapped in there forever." She wailed.

"I've thought of that. I reckon I can rig the activation sequence so that a button needs to be pressed every so often or the sequence starts and you wake up. How's that sound?" I asked.

"Okay I suppose." She said grudgingly.

"Em, with you in here I'll know you're safe. I can do what I need to do much easier on my own."

"That's just it; you'll be on your own. I don't like the idea."

Now I understood. Emalotte was worried about me. It was a new concept for me.

"Em, it's what I do." I said soothingly. "I'm a survivor, remember? And just for once there's a chance I can make it so that I'm not the only one alive at the end." I smiled. "But thanks for caring." I kissed her gently on the forehead. "Now lets get this sorted." I said and bent to adapt the controls to my satisfaction.

It took me an hour before I was sure the controls would work how I wanted. Still a little reluctant, Emmy took her place in one of the empty booths. As I went to close the cabinet she spoke.

"Can I whisper something?" Thinking it would be a 'good luck' message I leant in close to her face. She grasped my head, turned it toward her and kissed me full on the lips. "That's so that you won't forget I'm here." She grinned. "Now shut me in, and keep yourself in one piece." Shocked and more than a little stunned I closed the booth and started the process.

After an hour or so Emmy was in suspended animation. I started the activation sequence and pressed in my inhibitor switch. From now on I would have to press that switch within ten hours or Emmy and the colonists would be woken from their hibernation. I curled up at the foot of Em's booth and fell asleep; my first proper rest since I had awoken in our wrecked spacecraft.

I awoke some hours later feeling much refreshed apart from the aches and pains I'd come to associate with age. I felt hungry, so I reset the inhibitor and left the colony ship to scout around the pirate spaceport.

In comparison to just a few hours earlier the port seemed almost deserted. A lot of the ships had gone, presumably to find a new hidey-hole after hearing Em's transmission, but there were still several craft docked and more pirates than was comfortable. Any I could eliminate now would be a help to the assault teams of the Space Legion when, or if, they arrived. For the next couple of hours I crept about the base, stealing a few morsels of food, disposing of a few incautious pirates and locating the arsenal. This was still under guard so I left it alone for now, leaving any attempt on it until a more apt time. I found myself a vantage point and settled in to observe what was happening currently, and to try and see if there was any pattern to the pirate's movements around the dock. I stayed there for almost four hours until I considered I had enough information for now so I returned to the colony ship and Emmy. I pressed the inhibitor and then for a second time made myself comfortable in front of her booth and fell asleep.

Some instinct or other woke me. It wasn't any sort of noise, just a feeling, but I was instantly awake. I gathered my thoughts and then my weapons; all the while I was increasingly sure that something was about to happen. During a quick look around my gaze feel on the suspended animation booths. I felt compelled to place my hand on Emmy's and planted a soft kiss about where her face would be.




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"Be safe." I muttered. I squared my shoulders and left, heading for the armoury.

Two dead guards later I was filling my pockets with explosive charges. The last one I set the timer for one hour and then tossed it amongst the assorted weaponry. Then I set about planting my purloined devices at various places where I had seen the pirates congregating. After half an hour of this I returned to my vantage point of earlier and settled down, checking my rifle and pistol one last time. I hoped my instincts were right and the Space Legion was about to attack or my resistance would be spectacular but short-lived.

I waited and waited but nothing happened. Then the armoury blew up.

"So this is how it ends." I thought. "Your first miscalculation is often your last." 

Pirates were running around in confusion so I started to pick some of them off with the rifle. The other explosives began to go off, adding to the chaos, and still I picked off targets. Eventually I was spotted and came under fire. I was almost out of rifle ammo anyway when I heard the sound of several other firefights breaking out; the Legion had arrived!

I could occasionally make out the black uniforms of Legion troopers making their way through the port. It was time to go and meet them. Hopefully I could keep them from firing around the colony ship. I had to be careful though; although they knew someone had sent a message, they didn't know who. And my exploits of the past couple of days had proved I looked as much like a pirate as anyone.

I was lucky though: I came upon a Legion trooper that I knew taking cover from some heavy fire.

"Hey Daz, this is no time to be taking a break." I said jauntily. He jumped and span around.

"Bloody hell Sarge, you didn't half scare me." He said. Then he gave me a quizzical look. "I thought you'd been retired?"

"I was." I confirmed.

"So what are you doing here? On holiday?"

"New job. Attacked by pirates. Fought back. Called in the heavy mob." I grinned. "Who's in charge? I need to speak to them."

"New bloke, Captain Cooper. I'll take you to him."

"Thanks Daz, appreciate it."

The Legionnaire took me to where Captain Cooper was conducting the operation.

"Sir. This is former Sergeant Holt. It was him that sent the message about the pirate base." Daz reported.

"Really? How do we know that?" The Captain was understandably sceptical.

"Sir. A lot of us know the Sarge and will vouch for him." Daz replied.

"Thanks Daz." I patted him on the shoulder. "Captain, I recognise your concerns. Let me explain. Until a couple of days ago I was employed as a Derelict Recovery Specialist when our ship was downed by a missile fired as we accidentally overflew this spaceport. Only myself and the navigator survived the crash."

"And where are they?" The Captain, still unconvinced. was unbending a little.

"That colony ship over there." I pointed. "The colonists have been kept in suspended animation for some reason, and I persuaded Emmy that it would be safest for her if she joined them in one of the empty booths. I would seriously appreciate it if you refrained from firing at the ship."

"Are you telling me that two of you managed to create this much confusion?" Cooper was incredulous.

"This is nothing Sir." Daz piped up. "The Sarge took out the Blackbeard solar array all on his lonesome."

"Oh! THAT Sergeant Holt." A light dawned in his eyes. He had heard of me after all. "I'm sorry to have doubted you Sergeant."

"No problem sir; but if you could keep away from the colony ship I'd be extremely grateful."

"At once." He gave the order.

"Now if you'll excuse me sir, I have to go and collect my colleague."

"Carry on Sergeant Holt."

After stopping to pick up some ammunition for my rifle I hurried toward the colony ship, weaving my way through a couple of firefights. Approaching the ship I saw something that made my heart sink: A missile of some kind had hit the ship, right around where the suspension booths were. Fearfully I made my way inside, dashing into the compartment with the booths in. My worst fears were realised. Emmy's booth was peppered with shrapnel holes. There could be no-one alive inside. The rest were unscathed.

"NO!" I cried out. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not meant to survive alone this time." I sobbed, banging my head against the dead booth.

"My, my. Such histrionics from the military man." A soft, amused, but thoroughly welcome voice came from the doorway behind me. I span around in astonishment to face a grinning Emmy.

"How?" I managed to ask.

"Your device must have failed. I woke up, heard all the ruckus and explosions, so I decided to take cover somewhere safer, the engine room." She smiled warmly. "I heard someone clattering around like a juggernaut and assumed you were back. I was right."

"I thought I'd lost you right at the end." I gasped out.

"I heard you."

"I've never felt like that before. I didn't like it."

"Oh shut up and kiss me." She ordered.

"Yes ma'am." 

After a month or so things began to come together. The revived colonists were happy to stay and develop the planetoid, which still had no name. My and Emmy's company put forward some plans to set up a base here to reach into the expanding space lanes. The Space Legion has indicated similar intentions. For some reason I was the unanimous choice as the new lawman for the planetoid. And Emmy: Well, Emmy has revealed a natural talent for organisation and is more or less running the rebuilding of the space dock.

I finally found myself some spare time and so kept a promise to myself to visit the site where our ship had crashed. I approached warily, not exactly sure what brought me here. The ship was almost completely destroyed by my booby-trap, but scattered around a crater are several bits and pieces. Part of the engine; the airlock door; one of the lockers. Now just wreckage, but once a living spaceship. It seemed to me that I had to do something to honour my fallen crewmates, so I began to build a stone cairn, with a marked stone for each comrade. The six rocks looked forlorn so I decided to add a stone for each man I had lost in the Legion, which unfortunately meant a lot more rocks. I worked away for several hours, into the night, until I couldn't see properly anymore. I would finish in the morning.

Dawn broke and I realised I had been away from the spaceport for over a day now and would be missed. Shrugging to myself, I reasoned if they wanted me, they could find me, and went back to my self-appointed task. When I had finished I lay back and tried to see if I had forgotten anyone. I must have fallen asleep because Emmy awoke me with a kiss.

"I was going to ask what you've been up to that was so important, but I can see." She nodded to my homemade memorial.

"It was something that felt right, something I've never been able to do before." I said, almost embarrassed.

"Remembering all those you've lost?"

"Not originally, but I thought one stone for every person I've lost or couldn't save..." I tailed off.

"None of them are truly gone as long as you honour them." She said quietly, sitting beside me.

"Perhaps that's the force that keeps me alive?" I said sadly.

There was a few minutes silence as we sat holding hands and then Emmy spoke again.

"You know, what this cairn needs is a plaque."

"Saying what?"

"How about 'Peace Amongst The Stars'?" She suggested.

"Or 'Light Truth And Justice'?" I countered.

"Both." She said firmly.

"I'll make one back at the base."

"How about using metal from the crash? There's enough about."

"Another good idea." I grinned and then kissed her. "You know what Em? I'm glad I met you, you make surviving seem much more worthwhile."

"Surviving is it's own reward surely?" She asked, a little puzzled.

"I was beginning to wonder, but having someone to share it with is better by miles." I smiled and kissed her again. It was getting to be a habit. One I was in no hurry to break.



Survivor: A Tool For Writers



This is not a How To on how to win the Literotica contest, Survivor. It's a How To on how to use this year long contest as a writing tool. First, like many submissions that discuss the contest, I'll give you a brief recap of what Survivor is, but unlike some of the previous stories from previous writers, I am not going through all the rules. Though I will discuss immunities and goals further in the submission. 

I strongly believe the rules need to be rewritten in layman's terms, but even that could get complicated. If the lingo of Survivor confuses you, my apologies. I can suggest that a quick perusal of the Survivor Rules, on the forum, be your dictionary. 

Survivor is a year-long competition that encourages writers, new and old, to submit original, never before published works to Literotica's story board. It is also there to encourage writers to try and cover as many genres that Lit., offers as well as submit as many stories that their muse stirs up. There are ways to avoid the categories authors may find unappealing. 

This is how I am suggesting you use Survivor to expand your writing skills – winning or losing the contest is up to you. 

If this is your first year of playing the game, I would suggest that you look over all the genres of Lit., including the poetry categories. Make a goal – one story for every category – yes, even those categories you're sitting there saying: I would NEVER write in that category! NEVER! Okay, that's fine. Win an immunity and slide it into that spot and don't write it, but one story, even in the category you don't like, will expand your creativity – allowing you the opportunity to write out of your comfort zone. 

My personal goals this year for the contest are listed below. If I win Survivor or place in the top five, that's great! If I don't, that's okay too, because I'm not using this contest to win it, I'm using it to grow as a writer. I'm not saying I don't want to win, just that it isn't my end-all-be-all goal. 

2012 Survivor Goals – achievable in any order:

Goal #1: Write in every category (unless I win an immunity – this is my 3rd year participating)
Goal #2: If I win an immunity, immediately make it valid
Goal #3: Reach cap level 1 in all Poetry genres
Goal #4: Submit a story in every themed contest offered on Literotica
Goal #5: Reach cap level 1 in all genres
Goal #6: Repeat goals 2 – 5 for cap level 2 
Goal #7: Repeat goals 2 – 5 for cap level 3
Goal #8: Just write whatever I want and place it where I'm allowed. 

For purposes of this how to, you're going to be setting the long term goal of one story per category, to be completed by the end of the year- even if you use an Immunity. After this, I want you to set a second goal, this one is for every immunity you receive and use, you are going to immediately focus on a favorite category you like and commit to writing at the minimum, three stories. 

But why? 

Because I said so – well, that and because with every immunity you win, in order for them to remain valid, you have to match them with a category where you have written/submitted/had approved 3 stories. For example: Win an Immunity – place it in Illustrated Stories, and you need to have placed 3 stories in a category such as Chain Stories (you can choose any category to place your immunity).  

The reason you need to concentrate on those 3 stories and teaming them with that one immunity, is because you can easily lose track of immunities if you win several. Hold onto your hats, this next paragraph may sound confusing.

For example: You are rewarded six immunities in the course of the contest and then find out you didn't place enough stories in 6 different categories, your immunities that aren't teamed up with a category, are invalid. Having valid immunities are necessary if you wish to claim bonus points, by completing 10-20-30-35 categories. 

Once you've committed to the one story in every category, even with the immunity on your score card, and you've made your immunity valid, I want you to set another goal. This one is to reach the cap level on the poetry portions of the contest. 

You may think – Red, I can't write poetry. 

Yes, you can. There are a lot of tools out there at your disposal. You may see poetry as only words that rhyme and that's okay. Poetry can be a plethora of words or just a few strung together. I suggest, if you are really struggling with the concept of poetry, you simply open up your web browser and do a search on writing poetry, or types of poetry.  

Finishing the poetry sections' first cap level, may seem intimidating when you hit the Audio Poetry genre, but I want you to sit back, relax, and not freak out. There are ways  of handling the audio genres of Lit. 

First, you can choose to read and submit your work yourself, or you can write the work, and ask someone else to read it for you, and then you can submit it. As long as the written work is yours, it's eligible for the contest. This also works for the Audio Stories as well. 

When you think Audio Stories I don't want you to think – Oh my God, Red wants me to orgasm and have my personal noises blanketing the web. Nope, I'm not saying that at all. You don't have to climax in your story; it's an audio submission. You can write a story and read it. It doesn't have to be a recording of you moaning, groaning and grunting. So don't let that category freak you out either. Again, you're using Survivor to expand your writing horizons. 

Once you've reached cap level one on poetry, then move on to something else. If you do come up with another poem entry, write it out, and save it. You can submit it and use the points if/when they become eligible. Another good point, if you do find yourself struggling with poetry, don't ignore the other categories, always work on something that will get you to your goals. 

You've reached cap level one on all the poetry genres and you've reached cap level one for all the immunities you've won, so now all your immunities are valid. Now, you need a new goal. After all, there are still several months before the contest is over! Go back and work on that one in every category goal. 

Another goal you're going to set is you are going to enter every themed contest Lit. offers. Yep, every last one: Valentine's Day, Earth Day, Nude Day, Summer Lovin', Halloween, Winter – for contest rules/details you need to visit the Author's Forum on the Bulletin Board of Literotica.  By entering every contest you're again setting goals within goals: Yay, you!

Now you've got goals that cover stories in every category, valid immunity goals, cap level goals, themed contest goals. A quick note – if you do reach cap level one and begin working on cap level two and receive more immunities, you will have to again team cap level two categories with a new immunity to make that new immunity valid – Yeah, I know – this part of the game can be confusing. That's why this is a "Tool" How To, not a "Win" How To.

Hypothetically, I'm going to say you've won ZERO immunities, yet you've managed to complete several of your goals; you've managed to at the least – if you write one story in every category – write 35 stories! Congratulations! You submitted stories in every themed contest and are awarded  6 more stories to your yearly pile of work! You're up to 41 stories for the year! 

Okay, now let's really add up the numbers. You've reached the level one cap level for every category – it's hard, but it can be done. 35 x 3 = 105 stories + 6 contest entries = 111 submissions for the year!  Congratulations! You've used Survivor to expand your submissions and you can say – I have written in every category! I did it! 

Did you place in the top 5? Maybe, maybe not. In the end,  if you use Survivor as a tool, not as a way to produce massive quantities of work – though yes, that is the idea behind it – you can expand your skill by leaps and bounds; also you could discover you have a knack for writing a genre you never would have considered writing in before. 

One final reason Survivor is appealing to me, is the fact that I can enter and track my progress in submissions for the year. The score card that is given on the Survivor Contest Sub-forum is an excellent tool. It keeps the stories divided, so I can find my work for the years I've entered and say – "Hey, I did that," (even if I have an off year). 

I hope if you are competing in Survivor this year, that you enjoy it for the experience it allows in regards to stretching your imagination and for it making you accountable for the goals you set. I know, I'm having a lot of fun seeing my mini-goals completed, and I look forward to the end of the year, when I can see how close I was to getting all my goals accomplished. 

Win – lose – or draw – it's how you play the game for you – not anyone else. Have fun!  



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Survivor belongs to CBS, Mark Burnett, etc. I am making no profits. By using these incredibly gorgeous and sensual men in fictional sexual situations, I am not implying anything about their true sexual preferences. This is made up. I retain the copyright to my story - don't archive or distribute without my permission. If you have any thoughts or comments, things like pairing or sexual suggestions (watersports, spanking, threesomes, foursomes, including people from past seasons, etc.), then leave a message or e-mail me, please!

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23-year old part-time model Ryan sighed as he flexed his biceps in the mirror. Being voted off first was humiliating, sure, yeah. A guy lies to his friends and family and vanishes in the jungles just to spend a month and a half watching foreign soap operas. But that wasn't what annoyed Ryan.

Where were the hot chicks? What good were his dreamy brown eyes and adorably goofy grin if he had no one to share them with?

He had been sure that the first woman to go would be some young babe. Maybe the swimsuit model who was so skinny she could wear her bandana as a raincoat. Or the hot blonde with the bad implants. They seemed unstable. But no, the first person to join him in the loser lodge was Janet, a housewife and mother who looked the part in every way. She was a great lady, very funny and warm, but more of a mama than a hot mama.

Bored out of his mind, Ryan began his recently adopted morning regimen of 30 sit-ups. He would occasionally catch glances of himself in the mirror, his chiseled, undershirt-clad upper torso drenched, a lone trickle of perspiration running down his tricep. Instinctively, he flicked his tongue against the salty droplets, lapping up his sweat. As he tasted himself, the body odor from his exercise routine wafted near his flared nostrils. Instinctively, Ryan buried his nose in his sweaty right armpit, the pungent, all-man smell reminding him of the testosterone back in Tambaqui, or "Camp Sausage Fest" as he had called the place. Ryan unconsciously groped his bulge as he switched to the fresh left pit.

Curious, Ryan pushed his face further into the dark recesses, first smelling and quickly tasting his pheromones, his lips and tongue brushing against the trimmed hairs they greeted. He'd never tongued a man's ass before, and wondered if this would have the same sensation - dark, sweaty, musky, lined with hairs. The thought of fingers in his hole made his cock jump, yearning to be freed from the confines of his snug boxers. Pausing long enough to remove his mouth from the dark recesses of his stinky pits, Ryan stood up, walking to the bathroom for his morning shower.

His reflection caught his eye as he turned the spigot on. He was pretty fucking hot. That wasn't news to him - models aren't exactly dogs - but not until he spent 3 days and 2 nights sleeping, bathing, eating only with men, stripped down to the essentials, breathing in only their scent. He'd had more than one head job from a skilled masculine tongue, had returned the favor after drinking enough booze to render him guilt-free the next morning, and could admit to himself that he liked the feel of another man's dick in his palm. But only in the past few days had he realized how sexually arousing the male form could be.

Ryan's small beige nipples hardened from the feel of the cold tile against his feet. He smirked at the sight of the strong veins trailing down his lanky arms, his loose six-pack lightly straining the cotton fabric with each breath he took. He slowly peeled the tight garment over his head, studying his skin. Tenderly, he traced a path around his pectorals, scratching and tugging at each erect nub.

When he got to his faint treasure trail, Ryan slid down his form-fitting underwear. The medium-sized meat between his legs smacked his stomach with a satisfyingly gooey plop. As he tugged at his tight, acorn-sized nutsac, he let out a slight whimper. His penis was expanding to the full 8 inches, the mushroom head jabbing at the cool marble sink and begging for attention. On the second day in camp, when some of the guys were washing, Ryan decided to see how far they would go, test a few limits, and stripped totally naked. As he expected, the guys who were around stared in surprise and then quickly shucked their own shorts and underpants, not wanting to look like they had something to hide. He thought of class clown Rob and his fat, stubby hog, of 24-year old Dave the rocket scientist with his sleepy grin and bedroom eyes, leisurely scrubbing his low-hangers and long, thin pecker. Most surprising of all was Roger, the 50ish self-imposed leader of the group, exposing his very fit, hairy body and long, thick 6 inches, a veiny uncot hog as thick around as his wrist.

Ryan's entire body shuddered gratitude when he began circling the sensitive crown and glans, scraping his neatly-trimmed thumbnail into the oozing piss slit. He imagined wiping his thick head against Roger's forehead and mouth, making the ageist geezer beg for a nice, juicy meat sandwish, shoving that tube down his throat as he gagged for more.

Ryan turned for a better view of front and back. He'd spent a long time working on his rear end, and it showed. A muscled, shapely rump, Charmin cheeks perfect to squeeze or sink your teeth into. His ass had received glances and the occasional pat or rub from both genders, but as he more vigorously pumped his raging prick, he thought of how unexplored the territory was. He'd never encouraged his trysts to play with his cheeks. Few had tried. But he remembered one stud who didn't care how many protestations were muttered from Ryan's pillowy lips. Ryan imitated him and slid two fingers down, rubbing against his hair-dusted crack, teasing the puckering rosebud which waited there. His strokes turning sloppier and longer, precum dripping down his thigh, Ryan shoved the two digits inside himself, imagining them to be a cock, Roger's cock, tearing him up and making him call out for Daddy...

His front teeth sank into his plush lower lip as he exploded at the forbidden images polluting his mind. Ropes of pent-up, milky white seed sprayed from his tiny slit, coating his feet, the floor, his legs, his hands. Ryan sank to the floor, groaning as the last shots erupted. He was unable to form words, only to pant as he tugged at his waning erection, gathering the cock snot pooled on his body and trickling out of his red, swollen manhood to lick off his fingers. He leant his head against the wall, spent, catching his breath as best he could. He really needed company. 

Knowing that another castaway would be voted out tomorrow, a hot babe or maybe Roger or Daniel or Dave, made him tug at his shaft again. Ryan glanced down as his sleepy snake slowly came back to life. Boy, he'd really need that shower now.



Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island



This story was inspired by a suggestion of a Literotica member, as well as an episode of "30 Rock," in which the characters produced an episode of MILF Island. This story has a substantial element of mature (young men with older women) as well as CFNM, but with the MILF celebrities and the references to the television series, it belongs in the celebrity section. The fantasy is over the top but, in my opinion, that's what makes fantasies so much fun, particularly those concerning celebrities. The story is a bit long, but it is readily read in separately demarcated sections.

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The Fox Broadcasting Company had been tremendously pleased with their critically acclaimed and enormously successful reality show, "Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire?" However, the CBS Survivor series continued to outstrip them with respect to ratings for a reality show. After quite a bit of review, piloting, customer advisory councils, and focus group analyses, they felt they had come up with a viable alternative to the CBS Survivor series. It would be Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island.

Bob Saget, the host of the new series, began the first episode with a very long joke about the Aristocrats and then proceeded to the matter at hand. Bob gleefully and proudly announced to the camera, "Welcome viewers to a new and improved Survivor!" He was standing on the beach of a very beautiful tropical island. "Today we begin a grueling series of challenges to determine who will survive..." He paused for dramatic impact, and then added, "Celebrity MILF Island!"

He strode to another location on the beach, not for any purpose other than to allow his announcement to slowly sick in, letting the viewers contemplate and wonder if they had in fact really understood what was just said.

"Yes, you heard me correctly: Celebrity MILF Island. We have with us five virile young men from leading colleges across our great country, representing Harvard, Livingston, St. Mary, Abberville and, of course, Templeton. Each student is eighteen years old, as the task before them will require not only the health, strength and vigor of youth but also the maturity, constraint, and discipline of adulthood. The challenges before them will be severe, certainly more grueling and taxing than has ever appeared on any other survivor series, on any channel, in any country."

Saget moved to another location of the beach, allowing the viewing audience to ponder what those challenges might be. 

"Of course, you might have guessed that the challenges will have something to do with women; lovely mature women, and you would be correct. And, these will not be just ordinary women. We have brought together celebrity stars of television, music, athletics, film, and, of course, the adult film industry. Our primary requirement is that she be at least 40 years old and, of course, very attractive. I think you will see that we have chosen well; very well indeed."

He smiled knowingly and strode closer to the camera. He knew that the audience would be leaning forward in their chairs and couches, wondering whom these women would be.

"But first, a word from our sponsors."

After what seemed, and perhaps in fact was, five minutes of commercials, including an ad for a birth control pill with the weirdest name that had such adverse side effects as upper respiratory infection, headache, breast pain, vaginal moniliasis, leukorrhea, nausea, vaginitis, abdominal pain, flu syndrome, dysmenorrhea, moniliasis, allergic reaction, urinary tract infection, accidental injury, cystitis, tooth disorder, sore throat, infection, fever, surgery, sinusitis, back pain, emotional lability, migraine, a suspicious Papanicolaou smear, dyspepsia, rhinitis, acne, gastroenteritis, bronchitis, pharyngitis, skin disorder, intermenstrual bleeding, decreased libido, weight gain, depression, increased cough, dizziness, pain in extremity, pelvic pain, nervousness, vaginal moniliasis, vaginitis, hyperlipidemia, back pain, metrorrhagia, vaginal moniliasis, infection, pharyngitis, weight gain, arthralgia, vomiting, diarrhea, and urine abnormality. Other than that it was fine.

When the broadcast of Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island returned, the first couple of minutes was filled with a recap of what had been presented during the introduction by Saget. Then, Mr. Saget was finally back on camera, a bemused smile on his face, knowing that the audience was by now quite impatient. 

"Let's introduce our celebrity guests, shall we?" He strode over to another location on the beach. "Isn't this island quite beautiful?" The camera panned slowly along the island, providing a panoramic view. It was indeed a very luscious and lovely island. The camera then returned to Bob. "But, not as beautiful, of course, as our first celebrity, voted the cutest girl in her high school, the very lovely film actress...Meg Ryan!" The screen then filled with images of scenes from Meg Ryan movies. "She has been the star of such wonderful romances as 'When Harry met Sally,' 'French Kiss,' 'Sleepless in Seattle,' 'You've Got Mail,' 'City of Angels,' and 'Amityville 3-D.'"

When he finished the list the screen filled with a current picture of Miss Ryan, smiling so sweetly at the camera with her ruby red lips, her short blond hair, her large sparkling blue eyes conveying so well her effervescent personality. The surgical touch-ups of her forehead, chin, and eyes had been money well spent. It was also quite pleasing to see that Miss Ryan was wearing a pink diaphanous baby boll with matching bikini panties. Her cunnie was hidden from view but the viewer could readily see her little white titties and pointy nipples that seemed to be as perky as her smile. "Meg Ryan is now 48 years old, which is really very difficult to believe, but it is indeed true. We have checked the birth certificates of all our contestants much, I must admit, to their dismay."

Meg could be seen rolling her eyes. She apparently could hear the voice-over.

"Our second celebrity is our youngest, 41 years old, and still in great shape, which she should be, being a gold medal athlete. Can you imagine? What female athlete, 41 years old, would you like to see compete on Celebrity MILF Island?" He gave the viewer a bit of time to think about that. "Well, I bet if I polled our audience the lady with the most votes would be..." He again paused. "She has in fact been in a couple of movies herself, including 'Scrooged' and 'Naked Gun 33 1/3'. Do you know now?" He again gave the audience the opportunity to try to guess. "Yes, that's right, the very popular, the most adorable, and the highly limber...Mary Lou Retton!"

The screen then switched to Mary Lou Retton's performance during the 1986 Summer Olympic games. Her gymnastic moves were really quite riveting, and perhaps even a bit erotic. After all, her uniform was very, very tight, and the positions were at times quite suggestive, if not revealing.

Throughout the montage Bob described her achievements."She was the first American woman ever to win a gold medal in gymnastics. She also won silver medals for team and vault, and bronze medals for uneven bars and the floor exercise. Her five medals were the most won by any athlete at the 1984 Olympics. To this day she remains the only American ever to win the Olympic 'All Around Title.' 'The Retton Flip,'" which was now displayed on the screen, "was, obviously, named after her, consisting of a transition front flip from low- to high-bar, resulting in being perched on top of the high bar."

The screen then switched to a current view of Mary Lou on the island, like Meg Ryan also wearing the pink baby doll lingerie, her right arm held up straight, waving as she had done many times during the Olympic competitions, that enthusiastic, gleeful smile gracing her face. She was indeed a sweetheart, being so diminutive (less than five feet), with equally short, perky brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a full teeth grin. Her breasts were even smaller than Meg's. They were really more like titties, but they did wiggle and jiggle ever so nicely as she gave her full Olympic wave.

"Our third celebrity contestant...What? Oh, I'm sorry, it's time for another short commercial break."

One could almost hear the groans of the viewers across the country, who were then tortured with this annoying guy in a pirate costume singing a silly ditty about his credit problems (for the umpteenth time); followed by a caveman who again, for the umpteenth time, gets annoyed seeing a reference to his stupidity; a pair of glasses on a pile of money (most persons had no idea what was going on there); a daughter asking her mother while they were walking on a beach, "Do you ever get, you know, that not-so-fresh feeling?"; a headache medication that you apply directly to the fore-head, apply directly to the fore-head, apply directly to the fore-head, apply directly to the fore-head, apply directly to the fore-head; two crazed looking rats (or sponge monkeys?) screeching off-key about some sub sandwiches ("We love the subs!!!, Coz they are good to us!"); a man dressed as a little lad singing in a high pitched voice how he likes berries and cream while hopping, prancing, and clapping his hands like a five year old. It just never seemed like the commercials were going to end.

When the show did finally return one had to wonder if scheduling really rotten commercials was a strategy for getting viewers to think the show is good; the contrast effect was so strong. In any case, Bob Saget asked, "Are you ready for our third celebrity contestant? I imagine you are. Well, you won't be disappointed." He strolled over to another location on the beach. "Our third celebrity was, well, really, is, a star of television. You will remember her most from her days as a child actress, so many years ago, on the very lovely and heartwarming television show that lasted nine seasons... 'Little House on the Prairie.' Yes! I am speaking about none other than...Melissa Gilbert!" The screen was then filled with pictures of Melissa as a child actress appearing on "Little House on the Prairie," but then quickly switched to pictures of her now as an adult woman.

"As you can see, Melissa is now a very lovely 45 year old woman." If one had any doubts about her credibility as an appealing MILF, the picture of her at a recent gala function with cleavage plunging all the way down to her bellybutton, displaying half of her very full and large, round, bulbous breasts, was fully convincing. Melissa Gilbert had grown up and out in spades, and she apparently was not reluctant to let you know.

"And, here she is on the island." The screen then shifted to Melissa in her baby doll nightie, her long, flowing red hair hanging so lovely across her shoulders, her light golden hazel eyes, her skin still so smooth and clear, her smile still so engaging and sweet, and then those lusciously full breasts, so clearly evident through the diaphanous pink top. Melissa even gave them a little shake with her shoulders, causing them to bounce and wiggle for the camera, perhaps for the purpose of demonstrating that they were indeed real.

Bob could be heard saying, "This MILF can definitely provide the milk."

Melissa opened her mouth in mock surprise, shock and outrage but then, to make it very clear that she really wasn't offended, she lifted up her breasts for the viewing audience, and gave them another example of her engaging smile.

The camera switched back to Bob, who said. "Yes, well," pretending to wipe some perspiration from his brow. "Our fourth celebrity contestant is an actress from the adult film industry. She starred in over 150 films. I imagine many of you saw her in such films as 'Hollywood Starlets,' 'Oral Addiction,' 'I Liked to be Watched,' 'Orifice Party,' and 'Play Christy for Me.'" Bob paused and smiled at the camera. "Oh, you're going to pretend that you've never seen any of these? Well, I am, of course, speaking of the still very lovely...Christy Canyon!" The screen then filled with images from some of her movies.

"My favorites," Bob continued, "were, of course, 'Passages' and 'Pretty in Peach.'" Scenes from those films were then broadcast. "Christy is now 43 years old and has largely retired from the adult film industry but she has graciously agreed to come out of retirement for this series and," the screen shifted to a picture of Christy in her pink baby doll,"we are very grateful and pleased that she did."

Christy Canyon was indeed still very beautiful. Her long flowing brown hair hung well onto her shoulders. She was smiling broadly, displaying her full, perfect white teeth, shining brown eyes and, perhaps most striking, her 36GG breasts, which she wiggled as well, again demonstrating for the audience that they were authentic, natural large boobs and, despite her age, were holding up extremely well. They were now a bit more oblong than round, but their full womanliness was frankly what made them all the more appealing as a MILF. She partially opened her mouth and licked her lips with a very seductively lascivious expression.

The camera switched back to Bob. "And, last but certainly not least, our final celebrity is from the music industry, country music in particular. She is our oldest participant and she is none other than..." He paused, smiling playfully at the camera, letting the anticipation build.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. What's that?" He pretended to be listening to the director through an ear phone. He then returned his attention to the viewing audience. "Well, I'm afraid we have another brief commercial break and then we'll let you in on our final celebrity contestant!"

The viewer was then treated with an ad for a sleep medication that had such side effects as sleepwalking, eating or driving while not fully awake, memory loss for such events, being more aggressive than normal, confusion, agitation, next-day drowsiness, dizziness and headache, diarrhea, hallucinations, worsening of depression, risk of suicide, shortness of breath, swelling of tongue or throat (in some cases may be fatal) and risk of dependency. Other than that it was fine. This was followed by a cartoon of "Digger the Dermatophyte," a creepy toenail fungus monster that lifted up a person's toe nails to apply some fungus; a really thin old bald man with glasses who danced bizarrely to annoying muzac cause he's ecstatic over some amusement park; people leaning out of windows, one at a time, to yell, "It's my money and I need it now!"; and, finally, a Cuban gynecologist turned U.S. car salesman, with a stolen guard dog. Actually, the last commercial was so bad it was funny.

"Welcome back!" Bob greeted the audience upon their return to the show. "Have you been wondering who she is? I bet many of you have in fact guessed correctly. She is none other than...the vivacious, the bodacious...the bountiful and the bulbous...Dolly Parton!" The screen filmed with a series of pictures of Dolly Parton throughout her singing career.

"You do, of course, remember many of her wonderful songs, including, 'Dumb Blonde,' 'Coat of Many Colors,' 'Jolene,' 'Touch Your Woman,' 'Here You Come Again,' 'Islands in the Stream,' '9 to 5,' and 'I Will Always Love You.'" The screen switched to more current pictures. "Dolly may be a bit over 60 but she sure doesn't look a day over 40, if not 35." That was indeed very true, particularly the recent picture of her at the season four premiere screening of, most appropriately, "Nip/Tuck." The screen image switched to her on the island, waving at the camera, wearing her light pink baby doll lingerie.

Dolly was equally, if not more, ebullient and buoyant than the prior four ladies. She was also strikingly attractive, with her broad smile revealing picture perfect white teeth, her long wavy bleach blonde hair, long fake eye lashes fluttering above her pretty light brown eyes, and rosy red cheeks with the cutest dimples. She really did look no more than 40 but a lot of expensive surgery (and make-up) can do that. Of course, the most impressive feature was her breasts, which were exceedingly large; perhaps about 40DD, which appeared even more impressive as they were mounted on a very diminutive frame (no more than five feet). Those firm jugs jutted out from her like two large beach balls. Regrettably, though, Dolly's lingerie was not diaphanous and unlike the other ladies, she didn't wiggle them. They were "enhanced," and she didn't at all mind acknowledging that but there was no real need to advertise the point.

The camera came back to the host. "And, of course, we also have our fine young men from the leading colleges of this great country. Our first male contestant is... Ronald Theale from Templeton College!" The screen switched to a shot of Ron, waving politely at the camera. "Ronny, what's it like being on Celebrity MILF Island?"

He answered with a smile, "Just like at home, Mr. Saget, just like being back home" (see "The Lessons-#16, Ron gets a lesson from his mother").

Bob was momentarily confused by that answer, or perhaps concerned. He wondered if the producers had adequately vetted these contestants. But, he quickly regained his composure. "Yes, well, our second contestant is from Livingston College, the irrepressible Griffin Wells." The camera switched to Griffin.

"And, Griffin, tell us young man, what is it that you're studying at Livingston?"

"Well, Mr. Saget, I'm a physics major. I'm working with Dr. Kemp on an ointment that will make you invisible."

Bob laughed. "Well, good luck with that, young man, although perhaps it might come in handy during the game."

"Quite possibly so, Mr. Saget" (see "The invisible young man"), but he didn't really intend to use it.

"Well, you can use pretty much any strategy you want on Celebrity MILF Island. But, let's turn now to our third contestant, Michael Bates, an eighteen year-old young man from Abberville College." The camera switched to Michael.

Michael waved to the camera as Bob asked him, "And, how do you think you will fare on Celebrity MILF Island, the young Mr. Bates." He did look rather young, but he was indeed eighteen, as were the other four men.

"Oh, I think I'll do fine, Mr. Saget. I've already participated in The Program at college."

"The program?"

"Yeah, you know, when you go to classes all day entirely naked."

Bob laughed. These young men must have been put up to this by the producer, trying to trip him up with absurd stories. "Yeah, right, sure. I remember a little streaking in college myself."

Michael just shrugged his shoulders (see "Naked at College").

The camera came back to Bob. "Well, we have two more young men to introduce. Our fourth competitor is rather unique in that he hails from St. Mary. St. Mary is a girl's college, isn't it, Alan?"

"Yes sir, it is. I'm an exchange student."

"What's it like being the only boy at a girl's college?"

"Actually, it's not too bad, Mr. Saget" [see, oh, wait; that story hasn't been written yet].

"I imagine it isn't. I imagine it isn't. And, last but not least, our final contestant is Jack Gibbons, from Harvard." He turned to Jack. "Young man, I imagine being from Harvard you will probably use your sharp wits and keen intellect to good advantage." 

Jack responded, "Well, I wish I was as well prepared as Michael."

Saget furrowed his brow in confusion but quickly regained his composure. He then explained the rules (with shots of the five MILFs flashing across the screen). There would be four challenges, with each challenge resulting in the elimination of one of the male and female contestants, the elimination reflecting their complementary roles within the challenges. The male and female winners of the first challenge would receive $10,000 (the celebrity winnings would be donated to her favorite charity), with the dollar amount increasing by $5,000 for the next two rounds. The final man standing would win $50,000 plus tuition coverage for his remaining years in college. The remaining MILF would win $100,000 to be donated to her favorite charity. When Bob was done explaining the rules he welcomed the audience to tune in next week to see the first challenge.




Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island



FLORAL LAGOON

The next episode of Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island began with a 10 minute recap of everything that had been broadcast on the previous show. Once the producers felt that the audience was sufficiently up-to-date there was a lengthy commercial break and then the screen switched to Mr. Saget, who was standing on the end of a short dock within a quite lusciously green lagoon with very clear green and blue water.

"Welcome back, viewers, to Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island, where we will now begin our first challenge." He explained the rules to the viewing audience. The challenges on Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island would involve the same type of endurance, problem solving, teamwork, and dexterity that was required within the traditional Survivor series, but this time with a bit more flair.

The camera panned around to present the five young men, standing patiently, expectantly, and apprehensively on the dock, all of them stark naked. Beside each one was a stool, upon which was draped a floral decorated towel, which was clearly hiding something else that had been placed on the stool. As the boys became acutely aware that they were now on camera their level of nervousness rapidly escalated. One's first time on national television can be very nerve wracking, and probably even worse when you're standing there naked. Each felt the natural urge to cover himself, to hide from view his limp penis, but he knew that to do so would mean immediate expulsion from the island.

They nervously glanced, albeit very briefly, at the package of their competitors. It was not going to be a contest of whose was bigger. Each felt fortunate in that regard, not being particularly confident that his would be the largest. But, none of them liked the likelihood that some comparison would naturally occur among the television viewing audience.

It's really unfair. A girl can place an ice cube on her nipple to get it erect, but if a man did that it would only make his penis smaller. A few of them had considered thinking of something sexy before he stepped onto the dock, trying to get it to be at least a bit bigger, but they were also concerned that once the swelling started he might not be able to stem the tide. Which would be worse, being limp and small, or the only one with an erection before the show had hardly started?

Bob called out for the ladies to join them on the dock.

The ladies came strolling down a short stretch of beach and onto the dock. They were dressed in very colorful, tropical silk kimonos. They weren't the most sexiest or provocative outfits one could wear. They reached all the way to their ankles, but it did appear that the ladies might be naked under the kimonos. It was at least clearly evident that Melissa, Dolly, and Christy were not wearing brassieres. With almost any movement whatsoever there was considerable jiggling and wiggling beneath their tops, even for Dolly. Any young man with any decent interest in an attractive older woman would be very appreciative, as were the five male contestants.

The boys naturally glanced at them as they arrived but then quickly looked away. Ron's penis though did swell a bit. He had been so much looking forward to this competition and now that it had finally started he could feel the excitement within him: the adrenaline rushing through his blood, the blood rushing to his penis, and he immediately tried to think of something else, focusing his attention on Bob Saget and what he might look like naked. He really didn't want to be the first one to have an erection, although his mother would probably understand.

Each celebrity MILF was paired randomly with a particular young man. Ron, Michael, Jack, Griffin and Alan were paired with Melissa, Dolly, Christy, Meg, and Mary Lou, respectively:

The five celebrity females could not help giggling, chuckling, and outright laughing. The five boys looked so silly, standing there entirely naked, their limp penises looking so small, so immature, so boyish. The boys were at least in good shape, certainly in much better shape than the men their own age. Their chests were well defined; their abdomens so tight. They hadn't seen such youthful naked bodies in quite some time. Well, actually Christy Canyon had fairly recently, but she did still admire the young men. For her the treat was in part their inexperience, perhaps even innocence. That was something she did not experience very often.

Mary Lou Retton wondered if they could ask the boys to turn around so that the ladies could check out their bottoms. She so much enjoyed a taut muscular butt (she always felt that Tim Daggett had a really cute butt). She had her doubts about participating on this show but right now she could feel her pussy tingling, her nipples stiffening. She had enjoyed the company of many a fine athlete when she was younger, but that was so many years ago.

Bob Saget explained the challenge. Each of the boys would first have to get an erection, walk down to the end of the dock, pick up the floral wreath of small tropical flowers that hung there, using only his erection, and then bring it back to his partner, placing it on her head, never using his hands.

Christy Canyon stifled a giggle. Pretty much all of the other contestants looked shocked.

The boys were naturally apprehensive, their faces turning red with embarrassment, with perhaps the exception of Michael. They all knew that the challenges would be rather risque but now hearing the precise nature of the first challenge the concrete reality of what they had agreed to do struck home to the other four boys, and hard. They wondered if participants on the traditional Survivor series had second thoughts when they first began.

Michael though just smiled in confidence, feeling once again very grateful for having participated in The Program at Abberville. After being jerked off by a teacher in front of a class he figured this wouldn't be too difficult.

"And," Bob added, "there is also a bit of a twist. We don't want you to be embarrassed by having to be entirely naked during this challenge so beneath the towels on the stools next to you are articles of clothing that your partner must put on you, while you're working on your erection. Keep in mind that you can't start your run to the floral wreath until you have an erection of at least six inches (the young men were first screened by the producer to ensure that was physically possible for all of them). We will have a laser trained on each, um, penis, that will provide continuous measurements. Once you have hit six inches, and you are fully dressed, you can begin your dash to the wreath and back."

In other words, it would be good for the boys to start getting erections now, but gamesmanship wasn't on their minds at the moment (with the exception of Michael). Right now four of the boys were just noticing their hearts sinking into their stomachs, while Michael began stroking.

"Now, if you would, ladies, remove the towels so that the young men can see their native, tropical garb."

Each of the ladies, now standing in front of her partner for the challenge, removed the floral towels, to reveal even more colorful garments. On the stool beside each young man was a brassiere, panties, and a pair of black high heels. The underthings were in fact rather pretty: pink cotton brassiere and panties with very colorful tropical flowers sprinkled throughout.

Even Michael took a deep breath at seeing that, momentarily halting in his stroking.

"Ooooh," cooed Dolly, "they're so pretty! Do we get a souvenir pair for ourselves?"

Bob chuckled. "Well, it's not in the contract, Dolly, but I imagine the producer can swing it."

"That's right country of you, Bob," she gaily replied.

"Of course, I should warn you ladies, and young men, that the panties are crotchless. We didn't want the boys to feel emasculated in such feminine outfits, so these include an opening for their, um...masculine organs." He chuckled when he said that, as none of the young men felt that crotchless panties would make them feel particularly masculine.

Saget further explained. "Having the male organs exposed will also serve an additional function. There is one last rule to this challenge. You must maintain your erections as you traverse the dock. The first one to go below six inches during the course of the challenge will be 'voted' off the island." He made imaginary quotation marks in the air as said the word, "voted." "Now, if you're ready," which they weren't, "let the challenge begin!"

The ladies quickly grabbed the panties off the stools and helped the boys step into them.

The boys, just as quickly, grabbed their penises and began to stroke. But, it wasn't an easy challenge. No Survivor challenge is, but the boys were surprised at how difficult this one was. They wouldn't think that getting an erection by jerking off would be that difficult, particularly for a young man facing a beautiful and famous women. But this was under considerable time pressure, being watched by a television crew, and to be watched in the future by a national television audience. They knew that many, many persons would eventually be seeing them jerking off, including all of their friends at college, their old friends from high school, and even their parents, although most of the boys assumed that their parents wouldn't be watching (Ron though knew that his mother would watch, even rooting him on to win).

Plus, the fact that the women were attractive and famous didn't really help, at least in the current context. The boys felt more humiliated than aroused by having to jerk off in front of them. It was just so much pressure! Imagine your friends rolling around on the floor, laughing as they watched you pound your pud to no avail as a beautiful actress or singer is dressing you in girlish undies and a brassiere. The more one recognized how important it was not to fail, the harder it was to get hard.

Alan was paired with Mary Lou Retton. She was such a cute little thing but all he could think about was how inadequate and wimpy he felt jerking off as she helped him get into his panties. He was with this famous athlete, stark naked. He wasn't in bad shape, but he was no athlete, and he certainly wasn't feeling particularly good about the size of his penis, let alone its functioning capacity. He figured Mary Lou must have dated major athletes, many of whom probably had pretty big dicks who knew how to stick the landing. He felt so impotent, and right now apparently was.

Jack's parents did not approve of his participation, but that didn't really have any effect on him. He was, after all, eighteen. They threatened to cutoff his college allowance and tuition coverage, but he knew they were bluffing. They really wanted him to complete college, and they weren't about to have him leave Harvard. They wouldn't destroy his life in order to save it. And, besides, maybe he would win and would then be able to pay for his own tuition. Harvard was very, very expensive.

"Have you seen any of my movies, Jack?" Christy Canyon asked as she helped him step into his panties.

"What? No, no!" That wasn't actually true. It was just that he didn't want his parents to find out. He in fact really liked the Golden Age of porn. So many of the movies back then had much better production, costumes, and scripts. So many of them now were just fuck flicks.

Christy pouted. "Oh, that's so sad. You've hurt my feelings, Jack."

Jack couldn't tell if she was joking. She seemed to be, but it was probably rather insulting to say that he hadn't seen any of them. Imagine doing over 150 movies and discovering that a virile young man hadn't seen even one of them. He whispered, "Well, maybe a few of them."

Christy smiled as she pulled his panties up his legs. "You know," she suggested, "if we win this challenge maybe you could co-star with me." It seems that true MILF actresses are not in heavy demand within the porn industry. Christy was hoping that this appearance might vault her into mainstream film or television. But, if not that, at least contribute to a rebirth of her adult film career.

Co-starring with Christy Canyon?! Now, that was a rather exciting thought. Jack could feel himself responding. He had always felt that one of the best jobs a guy could have would be a porn star. Being paired with Christy was perhaps a big advantage, as she knew how to get a rise out of a guy.

As she drew his panties up his thighs she suggested, "You just let go of that for a second while I tuck him in."

Jack had no objection whatsoever, enjoying immensely the thought of the star of so many of the movies he enjoyed actually handling his cock, and he enjoyed it even more when he discovered that tucking meant fondling and even a little bit of stroking.

"You know, of course," she explained, "this sort of thing is really woman's work, and I have had a bit of experience with this...sort of thing."

She sure had and Jack rapidly swelled within her expert fingers. Once the filming of this television series was over he would have to purchase a number of Christy Canyon movies, looking for a scene in which she jerked off a younger man, recalling this very special moment. Her fingers felt so womanly, so skilled, so sensual, and he quickly grew to a full erection.

Once arousal occurred everything else around him succumbed to his sexual excitement. He began to appreciate the eroticism of developing an erection while on camera, while on national television. He even took pride in the fact that he was part of a new beginning in broadcasting. Fox was known for its innovative creativity, and now he was part of what would perhaps be the most popular series on television. He might even go down in history! Well, perhaps not that, but right now he was feeling so, so good. Grandiose fantasies do at times accompany an erection.

Christy pulled his panties on the rest of the way and deftly slipped his stiff dick through the opening. She whispered into his ear, "Now, you keep that big stiff dick hard sweetie while I slip on your brassiere."

Even that didn't seem to slow him down as he plied and pulled on his cock, pausing only to let Christy slip his arms into the straps, whispering into his ear, "You know, one of my dearest fantasies is to make love to a man wearing a girl's undies. Please don't tell anyone though. I would be so embarrassed, but I just can't help myself. I'm getting so wet beneath my kimono."

Jack had to figure that nothing would really embarrass Christy Canyon, but fantasy was the heart of this reality show, and he allowed himself to enjoy it.

Dolly was also enjoying dressing Michael. She so much liked having dolls as a child, and even as an adult. In fact, she still collected them, and clearly had one of the largest collections of any country western singer. Doll collections are a big selling part of Dollywoo in Pigeon Forge. Michael was like having a giant, living doll, and she so much appreciated the pretty panties. "Panties of many colors," she teased.

Michael got the connection, and he smiled down at the country western star as he was stepping into his panties. His erection was swelling in his hand as he gazed upon those lusciously round full boobs. The kimono was not the most revealing or even flattering garment for breasts, but there was no hiding these mountainous globes.

And, Dolly didn't mind that Michael's eyes were fixed on them. She was certainly well used to that. As she suggested in her most recent hit she was a "backwoods Barbie" who knew what boys liked. She got down on her knees as she pulled his panties up to his thighs, and then paused to say, smiling up at him, "It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels," and then pulled his torso against her body, pressing his cock into her mountainous breasts, which he quickly discovered were indeed braless. He would so much enjoying cumming now. He doubted that one of Dolly's fans had ever ejaculated on her boobs before, although probably many of them had the fantasy. But he knew that to do so would be pretty bad for the contest, and perhaps rather embarrassing, for the both of them.

She pulled away from Michael to comment, "Oh my, Michael, you are a sight bigger than Porter Wagoner."

Michael swelled even further.

Dolly pulled hard on the waistband of Michael's panties to get it over his erection and through the slit. She was tempted to give the head of his cock a little kiss, but feared that might be going a bit too far. She might be a backwoods Barbie but she did not kiss every penis that was poking in her direction.

Melissa Gilbert was paired with Ron. She knew that participating in a Celebrity MILF Survivor series was a potential risk for her career. But, she was tired of always being portrayed and even perceived as Laura Ingalls. She wanted to break out of that stereotypic casting that had been dogging her ever since childhood. It's a common dilemma of child stars to always be perceived as the child even after they were fully grown. Being a MILF should certainly break that mold. And, frankly, she was surprised at how much she was enjoying this.

Ron though was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping to be paired with Meg Ryan, the film actress. Ever since he saw Sleepless in Seattle during a Templeton film festival he had a bit of a crush on the actress. He had immediately rented "When Harry met Sally," "You've Got Mail," and "French Kiss." He was so fucking horny by the end of them. He watched them all again on a subsequent night, followed by "In the Cut," so he could jerk off to a scene of Meg Ryan naked. It was a bit perverse. He would admit that. He certainly never told his mother about it. In any case, one can understand why he was dying to be paired with her.

Melissa did want to break with her past but she could and would fall back on it when it might be useful to her. She asked Ron, "Did you ever think that Laura Ingalls would be helping you step into some panties?" She let the kimono open a bit so that he could get a peek at those rather impressive MILF breasts. Giving him a glimpse was cheating, and risked immediate expulsion from the island. She could though claim innocence as to intent, and who would think that Laura would lie? Actually, Laura lied a great deal, but not so much when she became an adult, a schoolmarm of very high moral standards.

Ron was indeed familiar with Little House on the Prairie. It was well before his time but not before his mother's, and he was very close to his mother. She introduced him to it when he was in junior high, insisting upon them watching it together for its emphasis on courage, goodness, togetherness, and family values. His mother often cried at the end of many of the episodes. The character Mary becoming blind was a particularly rough one. Ron did not, or at least he never let on that his eyes would at times water as well.

But, was it right to be sneaking peeks down into the kimono of Melissa Gilbert? Would Laura Ingalls want a man to jerk off while she slips him into some panties? This just didn't seem right. "Uh, I'm, um, sorry, ma'am," Ron apologized for his clearly very inappropriate behavior. He knew his mother would be rooting for him to win this challenge but he couldn't help worrying that she wouldn't approve of him jerking off to Laura Ingalls, even if she was now a full grown woman.

Melissa saw the worry and guilt in the boy's eyes. This happened so often with guys she had dated. It was as if they were dating Laura Ingalls. Alison Arngrim (the actress who played Nellie Oleson) often complained that she had a terrible time getting dates as most guys couldn't help but perceive her as the bratty, snotty, mean, spoiled, and duplicitous Nellie. Melissa suffered a similar problem as guys would be so reluctant to try anything with her. That character was dogging her once again.




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But, Melissa again attempted to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. She asked, "Did you know that in one of the episodes Almanzo did this for Laura?"

"He did not!" Ron exclaimed. No way did that ever remotely happen, not even in the books.

"Well, off camera it did."

Ron began to swell in his hand as Laura, or Melissa, pulled up his panties.

"Oh yes," she continued, "Laura really enjoyed seeing Almanzo in her panties. It would just make her so warm and wet. She would let him do most anything he wanted to her if he let her see him in her undies."

By the time she reached his thighs he was fully erect. "Oh Manly, you really are quite the man," Melissa said, admiring Ron's young, hard, thick dick.

Ron smiled, recalling the line from the episode where Laura mistakenly referred to Almanzo as "Manly."

Melissa giggled at their little playful fun. She pulled his panties all the way up and stretched them over his stiff cock, smiling at the very sexy sight his stiff dick made: stretching so hard against the tight feminine cotton. She knew that the purpose of the panties was to embarrass the young man, but she found the contrast between the feminine garment and the manly dick to be terribly provocative. She allowed a little caress with her fingers along the shaft, but then realized that she was wasting precious time. She reached into the opening of the panty.

Once she touched his cock she had another moment of doubt, whether this was in fact the right thing for her to do. Physical contact of her hand, skin-on-skin, with the young man's hard dick made the reality of this reality show so vivid, so concrete. She had to admit that it kind of felt like she was in a porno movie or something, and that she would most certainly not agree to. Time though was again being wasted and she quickly brushed aside the misgiving and pulled his stiff cock through the narrow slit.

"Ungh!" Ron groaned at the brief pain of a hard cock being forced to bend.

"Oops, sorry," Melissa apologized. She quickly grabbed the heels off the stool and placed them at his feet. "Step into these while I get you into your brassiere."

"Yes, ma'am," Ron replied. She was even acting like a schoolmarm, ordering him around.

Melissa whispered into his ear, "Call me 'Laura'."

"Yes...Laura," Ron replied as he clumsily stepped into the heels and resumed stroking his cock.

Meg Ryan was paired with Griffin. Meg was even more ambivalent than Melissa about this. She was still getting roles but some of her more recent films had not been particularly successful (e.g., "The Deal," "The Women," "My Spy," and "Against the Ropes"). She felt she needed to do something to turn things around. As Melissa was having difficulty with her Laura Ingalls character Meg Ryan was having difficulty breaking out of the role of the well-worn dizzy blonde romantic. Many in the field suggested that her nude scenes within "In the Cut" were an attempt to get away from her being solely associated with romantic comedies. Her agent similarly suggested that the new Survivor series on Fox would be just the thing to rejuvenate her career.

And she felt the boy was certainly cute. "Have you ever worn girls' clothes before, Griffin?"

"No, Ms. Ryan," he responded.

She suggested, "Well, just pretend like it's acting," as she helped him step into his panties; his costume. She was herself focusing on the same thought, that she was acting within a reality series, which was sort of opposite to the whole purpose of a reality series, but it made her feel more comfortable in her role. As she pulled Griffin's panties up she noted, "You know, some very masculine men have worn women's clothes in movies, like Jack Lemmon , Tony Curtis, Dustin Hoffman, Gene Hackman, Johnny Depp, Michael Palin, Anthony Perkins, and even Bugs Bunny" (see "Rabbit of Seville" and "Rabbit seasoning").

That did help with Griffin's embarrassment. Plus, Griffin was delighted with this pairing. He had seen many of Meg Ryan's movies. He was not especially into chick flicks but he most certainly did appreciate how pretty, delightful, and charming she was in so many of them. His friends would be so, so jealous once they found out. They can laugh at him for being naked, for having to put on a brassiere and panties, but they would not laugh about standing naked before Meg Ryan with a stiff dick while she puts them on. His cock was fully grown by the time she got her panties all the way up.

As she tucked him inside, Meg observed, "These seem to be a bit tight on you, don't they Griffin."

"Um, uh, yes, ma'am," he replied, feeling so confused, yet so excited.

She deftly extracted the young man's cock through the crotchless slit of the panties. "You really have a wonderful erection, Griffin. Do you think it would be so bad if I just gave it a little kiss?" Meg wasn't a leading actress for no reason. She would often deviate from the script if she felt she had come up with a good improvisation.

She bent over, gave the tip of his dick a quick kiss, causing it to quickly swell to full strength and then got back down onto her knees to slip his feet into the heels. She looked up at his face past his stiff, thrusting cock. "Have you ever worn heels, Griffin?"

"No, no, ma'am," resuming the stroking of his cock, feeling a little unsteady, and not just because he was wearing heels.

She coached the young man in how to walk in heels. A good actress always supports her co-stars. "Step with your heel down first, then let the sole follow quickly and smoothly. Walk with your toes pointing straight ahead." She reached for the brassiere. "Stop a second," she instructed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Griffin replied, momentarily halting his stroking so that she could slip on the brassiere.

As she helped slip his arms into the straps of his brassiere she further instructed, "Swing your arms for balance as you walk, and don't try to run. Keep your legs straight, close and parallel." As she clasped the strap, she added, "Be sure to take smooth, even steps."

Once the strap was fully clasped his light came on. He was the first out of the gate.

"Now, calmly and steadily go for that wreath." She gave him an encouraging pat on his bottom. That was though also for her own pleasure. He did have a very cute butt.

It was at this point that the broadcast of this episode would switch to a commercial. But, in the true reality of the reality show, there was no break in the action.

Griffin took off, doing his best to carefully follow Meg Ryan's instructions. Perhaps the biggest key was not to hurry and to instead just make smooth, even steps, all the while stroking his cock so that it wouldn't go down.

Mary Lou could see that Griffin was already headed for the wreath, and Jack was only a step behind. She was not as naturally flirtatious as the other women and she now realized her failure. She was though a competitor, and she certainly didn't want to lose. She could see that her team was faltering and she needed to take action.

Once she finished clasping Alan's brassiere she reached around him to take hold of his penis, his cock, just as she saw Ron take off in third place. She took over the stroking, belatedly realizing that she should have done this much sooner. She rarely worked with partners during her years as a gymnast. She should have appreciated that this was a team competition. "It's like we're doing our own little floor routine, isn't it, Alan."

Alan gasped with surprise, and pleasure, at the touch of Mary Lou's hand on his cock. It would be rather nice if the Olympics included something like this. Of course, the idea was absurd, but when you're being stroked by a lovely woman's hand, her tittles pressed hard against your back, quite a few absurd ideas can seem very reasonable at the time, or at least fun to imagine. His dick reacted quickly to her soft, yet firm and steady stroking.

Mary Lou might not be an actress but she was a woman, and she knew how to make a boy happy.

Mary Lou kept her eyes on the light that would signal Alan's freedom to run. They still had a chance. One thing she had learned as a competitive athlete is the importance of never giving up. One never knew when providence and good fortune will suddenly favor you.

She could feel Alan growing and thickening within her hand, and she concentrated on providing smooth, sensual strokes. This did indeed call for the grace and dexterity of a floor routine. She was in fact really getting into it, feeling the young man's dick swell like the biceps in a men's rings competition. When the light above him suddenly lit up she whispered into his ear, "Go for the gold!"

Alan bolted for the wreath and immediately tripped and fell.

Michael was now heading for the wreath as well.

Alan quickly got back to his feet and tried to concentrate on maintaining his balance, as well as his erection. He really didn't want to let Mary Lou down in their very first joint gymnastic competition. How many medals had she won? It would be such a shame for him to be responsible for her coming in last place, probably the first time in her entire athletic career.

The race was amusing to watch, if not rather odd. The young men were trying to move quickly in heels that none had ever worn before, and it didn't help their concentration to be wearing colorful brassieres and panties, with an erection sticking out, that they occasionally stroked to keep hard. On top of all that, the dock was not the easiest platform upon which to be walking in heels. The boards were uneven, and the guys occasionally caught a heel in a crack.

A boy occasionally tripped and fell. The audience would gasp or laugh at the sight of him going down, his hard cock threatening to spear the dock. It was a bit unnerving for men to watch, wondering if you could actually break a stiff cock. The contestants, however, quickly reached for it when they went down, sacrificing an elbow, shoulder, or even face to protect the most important organ of their body.

It did become a rather close and exciting race, if you like races between men with erections dressed in women's clothes. The camera crew certainly seemed to enjoy it, as did Bob Saget, as did the female celebrities, as would the national viewing audience, watching the boys clumsily move along, their stiff rods bobbing and waving, occasionally being stroked.

Alan recovered enough to catch up to and even pass Michael, as Jack also quickly passed Griffin. But, Alan continually ran too fast for his own good, often stumbling and occasionally falling. In a complementary fashion, Griffin's steady, controlled pace overtook the careening and floundering Jack.

In the end, Griffin won the race, with Meg Ryan waiting for him at the finish line, curtseying before him, bowing her head to receive the wreath as a princess would receive her crown.

Griffin was quite nervous to be laying a wreath with his stiff dick upon the lovely wavy hair of Meg Ryan. She always did have such wonderful hair. But she didn't seem to mind. In fact, once she was crowned she raised her head, smiled up at her victorious knight and gave him another brief kiss right on the tip of his sword.

Griffin suddenly exploded in ejaculation, gushing a big wad of cum right on the tip of Meg's lips.

"Oh my gosh!" Meg squealed in shock and dismay. She had known that such an event was a possibility of her participation on this show, if not an inevitability, but it did still take her by surprise. She had clearly forgotten about the passion and impetuousness of male youth. They were generally prone to impulsive, sudden outbursts, and were hardly a model of self-control and restraint. She quickly pulled away but not before a second blast, a long white rope of thick, warm cum, strung across her lovely blonde hair.

The producers were ecstatic. This was the spontaneity, the unexpected turn of events, the surprising twists, that made reality shows so successful.

Griffin was mortified. Premature ejaculation is embarrassing enough, but to do so with a famous movie star on national television, was a whole new level of humiliation. But, he was probably well compensated by the overwhelming sensations of his orgasm coursing through his body in thick waves of bliss as each glob and wad gushed from his twitching, jerking cock. Such fundamental pleasures can readily trump a psychological injury.

Plus, his friends would probably be so jealous. The rest of his spurts and splats fell harmlessly on the dock, but he had got two good ones right on the actress, her lips and hair no less, and he would long remember that. He may have even accomplished something that neither Dennis Quaid nor Russell Crowe had ever done.

The other four male contestants were quite jealous. Not only had Griffin won but he had clearly gotten a bonus prize. It just didn't seem fair.

Christy smiled with amusement, and pleasure. Dolly and Melissa were uncertain if they felt jealous at having lost or relieved at not being the recipient of the money shot. Mary Lou though was clearly disappointed. She had lost.

Unfortunately for Alan, he did in fact come in last place. Mary Lou though was a very good sport about it. She even took full responsibility for the loss, indicating that he would not have had to rush so hard if she had been a better team player from the very beginning, helping him to get an erection. The best team won, and she graciously accepted the defeat.

COCONUT GROVE

It was not too hard for the young men to figure out what the next challenge would involve. The male contestants were living together within a small hut, which now contained an empty bed for Alan (the celebrity MILFs were staying at a 5-star hotel). When the guys came back to their hut after the Floral Lagoon challenge they discovered that there had been some redecorating.

The walls were now covered with pictures and posters of breasts, and very lovely ones at that. One could not look anywhere and not have at least twenty pairs of naked boobs in one's line of vision. It was an adolescent's dream, or at least an adolescent with a fixation on breasts.

Jack felt right at home. His screen saver was a very large collection of boobs, titties, and jugs, of varying size and description. The variety of shapes and sizes of breasts was really quite impressive, and each variation seemed to have its own special appeal. But, Jack did have his preference. He particularly enjoyed lusciously full natural mammaries; the breasts of a mature woman. The thought of becoming lost within such soft pliant womanly pillows was just so entrancing, which did indeed make Christy Canyon one of his preferred adult starlets. But, he was not prejudicial. He did also appreciate cute little titties. There was something that was just so adorable about them.

The young men were told that the breasts of the four remaining celebrity contestants were somewhere on the wall. If they were able to identify which ones belonged to the celebrity MILFs they would be treated with a steak dinner within the penthouse suite of the hotel in which the ladies were staying. And, the ladies would be their waitresses, topless.

But, it proved to be a very difficult task, if not downright impossible. The guys felt they had a good bead on Dolly's, although there were three pairs that would seem to compete with hers (Wendy Whopper's were even much bigger than Dolly's). But, Christy's, Meg's, and Melissa's were just too difficult to discern.

It was perhaps a bit unfair in that the guys had not yet even seen the celebrities' naked breasts (with the exception perhaps of Christy's). How would they be expected to identify them, especially among such a large array. Even if they were provided just the pictures of the four pairs of breasts and told to match them up it would not have been that easy. Well, maybe that's not really true. With Mary Lou eliminated the only small pair belonged to Meg Ryan. Dolly's would be easy to select. It would just be between Christy and Melissa, and they all agreed that Christy's were larger. So, it probably would have been easy to do that. It was extremely difficult though to select them out of the hundred of pairs that covered all four sides of the hut.

Jack though swore that he had identified Christy's. The other guys weren't at all sure he was right, but he did convince them to choose the picture he had selected. Their other two choices for Meg and Melissa were almost random among many options. Needless to say they did not get their steak dinner (but Jack had been correct in his choice).

The real purpose of that exercise though wasn't really to provide a meaningful competition. It was just to help compel the young men to concentrate on the photos, to get their minds fixated on boobs.

For their own sake they couldn't get too interested. They were also told that the first one to masturbate during the next few days before the next challenge, or even ejaculate by any means, would be expelled from the island. Therefore, every inch of the hut, particularly the sheets, clothes, and all other relevant materials, were scanned with ultra violet light by a forensic consulting firm affiliated with the Los Angeles police department. In addition, whenever the guys were outside of the hut they were either escorted by security or continuously filmed, even when they visited the latrine. The scenes in the latrine were never broadcasted. Even Fox has its limits.

The next two broadcasts of Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island covered the young men's speculation as to the boobs' identities, as well as their enjoyment and frustration with them (along with scenes of the celebrities enjoying themselves by the hotel pool, focusing in particular on their bathing suit tops).

If that wasn't enough frustration for the guys, they discovered when they retired for the evening that their pillows and mattresses contained facsimiles of breasts. The pillows were especially nice in that one's head could truly fall deep down into the cleavage of two soft comfortable boobs. Even the mattresses were nice, as they were waterbeds, waterbeds of soft, squishy breasts. How wonderful it was to lie among a large array of big squishy boobs. Even a sultan was never treated with such a luxury.

But, they did find that the stiff nipples were a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't like they really wanted to suckle them and the ones in the mattress kept poking them all through the night. Jack though did try to suck one, just once and very briefly. He just wanted to see what it was like, but he quickly stopped when he realized that he might have been caught on camera.

In the end, sleep for the next few nights was rather restless for all of them, and not just because the nipples kept poking them. The boys' nuts were just getting so full, so frustrated. Jack was even concerned about possibly having a wet dream. He had not had one for years but his sleep was repeatedly disturbed by quite a few provocative dreams, often waking up with a very stiff erection just shy of ejaculating. One dream even concerned titty fucking Christy Canyon. Just before he exploded with tremendous force he woke up, finding his cock lodged deep within the soft, tight canyons of two of the mattress boobs.

The show also contained the occasional private interviews with the contestants, in which they discussed their progress, their difficulties, and their annoyances with other contestants. At one of Jack's interviews he was confronted with the recording of him briefly sucking on one of the nipples on a breast within the water bed. He did then confess to having lots of difficult dreams. He told of one dream (falling into a vat of breasts, buried there for hours, his only sustenance being the milk that he could suckle). He left out the dream though of Christy Canyon. It was a much more normal dream but he didn't want to embarrass her (as if it would), or at least not compromise the chance of being paired with her for the next challenge, which he now desperately wanted.




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When the day of the second challenge finally arrived (presented on the fourth episode of the show) the boys were taken to a very lush coconut grove. They couldn't be sure but they felt they could perceive the presence of nipples on some of the coconuts high up in the palm trees. Ron wondered out loud if perhaps some of the crew glue little pieces of twigs on many of them.

The ground was also littered with coconuts, and the boys were led around them to four soft single bed mattresses and pillows. They were normal mattresses and pillows, with the exception that they were made of very nice tropical, floral silk (including even the mattress covering) and they were even heavily scented with floral perfume and covered with petals of tropical flowers. The boys were each asked to pick out one to stand next to.

Once they had made their selection the celebrity MILFs were called in. The ladies were carrying before them a tray, upon which was placed a few coconuts, a machete, and an empty pina colada glass.

And, the ladies were topless. The producers knew that the television audience would be sorely disappointed in never having seen the celebrities act as topless waitresses, plus their breasts, not surprisingly, were an integral component of this day's challenge.

The young men instantly developed erections as the four pairs of wiggly breasts, along with the women who wore them, made their way through the coconuts to take a position in front of each of them.

The boys had not seen such wonderful breasts before. Well, of course, they probably had, but certainly not ones on real celebrities, not a pack of live ones at least, all in one place. And, besides, breasts were by now so much on their minds, their consciousness. Their wiggling, bobbling, and jiggling as they slowly made their way to them was driving their balls nuts.

Meg Ryan's might be the smallest but that hardly made them the least attractive. They were so lovingly round and even still rather perky. Their relative smallness perhaps helped with their firmness, but it wasn't like they were really terribly small. They were definitely a handful, and would be a very delightful handful indeed. Meg's nipples also stood up so well on her precious bubbies. They really appeared to be quite large (see Meg Ryan "In the Cut" and "The Doors" to see for yourself). Plus, she carried them so well, so proudly thrusting them out, all the time having that so very cute, dimpled smile and sparkling eyes, like she was just giggling inside.

Dolly's, of course, attracted the most attention and interest. This episode of MILF Island alone drew the largest viewing audience in years once it became known that Dolly's breasts would be revealed. So many persons had been wanting to see them for so many years. Fox had paid Dolly a tremendous amount of money to let them be the ones to first broadcast them. It was a handsome fee, to be sure, but she had always been so impressed by the "fair and balanced" reporting of Fox News that she wanted to do something in return (she got paid considerably more for the photo shoot with Playboy that followed the television series).

In any case, they were indeed a sight to behold. They were just so humongous, and despite being fake they did their fair share of wiggling and bobbling. It was not so much the internal jiggles, waves, and ripples that one saw with natural breasts. They did tend to move more as a whole, but that also provided them with their own very unique appeal. They were just so colossal, mountainous, titanic. They were true wonders to behold.

Michael so hoped that Dolly would come to a stop in front of him. After experiencing the brief embrace of her breasts against his cock during the challenge of the Floral Lagoon he would love to have a more sustained experience, assuming that's what was about to happen.

Jack was, of course, staring hungrily at Christy's breasts. If he touched his cock right now he would quite likely explode. Perhaps the challenge would be to see who came most quickly at the sight of the celebrities' breasts, as the last one had also been a race. He could perhaps win the challenge right now in a proactive strike. But, most likely that would simply be ruled as a premature ejaculation, warranting expulsion. So, he held back. His eyes though were fixed on those lusciously hanging fleshy bags of pure womanly wonder. They just shook and wiggled with such titty titillation.

The breasts of Melissa Gilbert, of course, had their own fans. Many a young man who had watched that show while growing up would be right now jerking off in front of the television as he watched the adult Melissa Gilbert strut her stuff, and it was quite the stuff indeed. She had grown into a very full and bountiful woman. Her breasts were in fact quite comparable to Christy's, perhaps not quite as big but somewhat more firmly shaped. One might wonder if they were in fact enhanced or altered. Certainly not as completely or obviously as Dolly's, but perhaps a bit to help them maintain their very impressive shape. In any case, it did make one want to see a sequel to Little House when Laura was a 40 year old woman. She was even hotter than her character's mother, Catherine (who also had rather large breasts).

Christy took her position in front of Jack, and he was as ecstatic as his dick was hard.

"Jack, we're paired up again. How wonderful," Christy greeted him with glee. She tilted her head flirtatiously and lightly waved her breasts at him. Her flesh rolled and trembled like large booby water balloons.

Jack just smiled. He was speechless.

She asked, "Do you like them?"

He just nodded his head.

Dolly was in front of Ron, Melissa in front of Griffin, and Meg Ryan in front of Michael.

Michael was disappointed, having so much wanted to be paired with Dolly. He supposed he shouldn't be. Meg Ryan had helped Griffin win the last challenge, and not too many young men would actually be disappointed for Meg Ryan to be standing in front of them with her boobs out. Plus the memory of Griffin shooting his load onto those pursed lips was quite an image. No, he realized he really shouldn't be disappointed at all. He smiled as he gazed upon the movie star's breasts.

Meg felt her face flush. She could see in the young man's eyes that he was recalling Griffin's money shot. Her argent sure as heck better be right about the benefits of participating in this program!

Once all the ladies were in position, Bob explained the rules. "Integral to survival on any tropical island is coconut milk, called santan in Malaysia. Coconut milk is considered very healthful in Ayurved, an alternative medicine that remains very influential in parts of South Asia. The task of this challenge will be to break open the coconuts provided to you by your respective partner. She will hold the glass for you, as well as hand you fresh coconuts. Once the glass is filled with milk to the line drawn around it (which was in the most narrow part of the hour-shaped glass) you will pour the milk onto the lady's breasts to provide helpful lubrication for your...penis" [it seemed more natural to say "cock" but, after all, this was television] "which you will place within your partner's bountiful warmth until you release from your much smaller nuts the cream she will need for her own survival."

Bob paused for awhile to let the task sink in. Meg and Dolly found their faces getting a bit red. They had been fully informed what they would be getting into when they agreed to be a celebrity MILF contestant, but the reality of it was about to sink in.

Jack was now sure that the winner would be the man who came first fucking the woman between her breasts. He would most assuredly be the first to cum, although he might not in fact be the first to fill up the glass. In any case, he was going to be able to fuck Christy's breasts. This was his dream coming to reality. It was so sweet. 

"Oh yes," Bob added. "There is also a bit of a twist." He paused for dramatic effect.

Jack looked nervously over at Saget. Maybe they were only going to be able to beat off onto the women's breasts? No, no, that can't be it. Why then the coconut milk lubrication?

"The first person to fill up his glass will get to select his partner for the milking of his penis. The second one to fill up his glass will have the second choice, and so on down the line."

Meg Ryan rolled her eyes, figuring that she would most likely be the last one chosen. Well, at least it wouldn't be as bad as losing out to Helen Hunt for the role of Carol in "As Good as it Gets." She had so much wanted that role.

Jack vowed to be the first to fill the glass, held for him by Christy. If ever he had an incentive this was it: Christy Canyon's voluminous breasts filling his eyes as he poured out the milk from the coconuts.

The guys took the machete from the tray. The ladies laid the trays down on the ground and removed the glass. They set one of the coconuts at the feet of each young man and stepped back a couple of feet to give them room. They held the glasses out for the boys to fill.

The boys' eyes carefully followed the movement of the ladies, or at least how their breasts moved as they got into position. Jack particularly enjoyed it when Christy leaned over to put down the tray, as her breasts filled up like true udders. It would be so nice to mount this woman from behind, holding onto and squeezing those luscious bags of milk. He wondered if that would be a future challenge.

When the girls indicated they were ready Bob gave the signal to start and the boys immediately and savagely slashed into their coconuts.

Cutting open a coconut is actually not that easy, and much harder when you don't know what you're doing. Most of the guys took the most obvious route of trying to cut the coconut right down the middle, as one would split a log with an axe. Even beyond the point that this was perhaps not the best approach it was also rather dangerous looking, as the guys quickly appreciated. One really didn't want to slash and chop indiscriminately or carelessly, with one's erection in such close proximity.

The ladies' eyes widened with concern at the sight of the boys acting so recklessly with the sharp machetes.

Jack was the most foolhardy but also the most successful, in that he was the first to crack one open, but in his frantic effort all of the milk was spilled out onto the ground. Saget eventually informed the young men of the soft eyes of a coconut and the tactic of slicing just one section off rather than trying to split it in half.

The guys eventually got the hang of it, albeit by the time they were done filling the glasses Griffin and Michael had lost their erections. Jack and Ron, however, had continued to be inspired by their partners' breasts. Ron was in fact so "inspired" (actually distracted) that he was the last one to fill his lady's glass.

"Why thank-you," Dolly gleefully said as Ron finally completed the task. She held the glass of coconut milk to her breasts. "Would you like a sip? You like mighty thirsty."

Ron now really wanted to be paired with Dolly, but he knew there was little chance of that, having come in last.

Bob Saget explained that the original natives of this island wore little to no clothes, not terribly different from these college students. He wondered out loud what they did when they obtained erections. Did they display them so openly as Ron and Jack when they worked alongside their wives?

Jack having been the first to fill a glass immediately chose Christy, who smiled in appreciation, grasping hold of her breasts, holding them up, and giving him a flirtatious wink as she bobbled them with her hands like she was juggling water balloons.

Saget suggested, "I rather think a man could drown in those, if he had an inkling to do so."

Jack smiled, his dick twitching with heated anticipation.

Griffin came in second, and naturally chose Dolly. She did seem like the obvious choice for a titty fuck.

Melissa frowned. She wasn't real upset, as Dolly was an obvious choice for Griffin, but she did feel a little rejected, standing right there in front of the young man with her own breasts in full view, yet he wound up choosing someone else. It was just like that episode on Little House when a guy she liked chose someone else to play on his team. Perhaps though she could make Griffin live to regret his selection of Dolly.

Michael chose Meg Ryan. Melissa might have been the more obvious choice, having so much larger breasts than Meg, but he felt Meg had the better competitive spirit, having won the last challenge and, perhaps most importantly, it would be so cool to tell his friends that he titty fucked the movie star! He wasn't so sure that they would be as impressed with titty fucking Melissa Gilbert. What movies has she been in lately anyway. Plus, as he was cutting open the coconuts he had grown to truly appreciate this actress' boobies, along with her cheery encouragement. What young man could not help be inspired by a topless Meg Ryan encouraging you along, particularly after having seen her take a big wad right on her lips.

That left Ron with Melissa. He considered it to be amazing bad luck. He just missed the opportunity to titty fuck Meg Ryan. He was so disappointed. But, he could understand Michael choosing Meg Ryan over Melissa. He certainly would have.

Melissa was even more disappointed than Ron. Not only had she been rejected by Griffin but even the little titties of Meg Ryan were preferred over hers. And, she could see the disappointment in Ron's eyes. Imagine taking your blouse and brassiere off for a group of young men, only to discover that none of them apparently were interested. She would admit that they had lost a bit of their shape but they were as large as Christy's and even firmer than hers. Plus, she was a television star! Could this be yet another cost of her childhood acting career? She drew upon all of her inner strength to smile confidently as she strolled over to Ron's bed, her breasts swinging and swaying with each step. "Now, don't you worry, Ron. I think we can win this thing." She thrust out her chest and gave her large jutting breasts a little wiggle. "I'll stack these mamas up against any of the others within this sorry bunch of MILF jugs."

The other women laughed at her trash talking. It was quite a shock coming from the mouth of Melissa Gilbert.

The ladies handed the glasses of coconut milk to their partners and got down onto the beds. They were really quite comfortable, and sensual, being so silky, scented, and covered with petals.

Bob instructed the boys to get into position, kneeling over the ladies' bountiful treasure chests (well, at least three of them were bountiful), and placing their dicks in between their partners' breasts. In the process, all erections quickly returned.

The ladies, in turn, wrapped their breasts around the boys' cocks. Meg's might be relatively smaller than the others but there was still plenty there to offer a nice warm bun for Michael's stiff hot meat.

"Alright then, " Saget instructed, seeing that everyone was in position. "Now, pour on the coconut milk."

The boys did so. 

The ladies enjoyed it, as it smelled so nice and fresh. One can always catch the scent of heated coconut oil on the beach. Plus, the milk was quite warm.

The boys waited for the signal to start. Jack smiled, knowing that he wouldn't last more than a few seconds.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot," Saget added. "There is another twist to this challenge...." Once again, that pause, with a smile at the power he had over these contestants. He could see the young men's cocks twitching and jerking like anxious and expectant thoroughbreds within the starting gate of a stakes race, which this was, sort of.

"The winner of this challenge will be the young man who cums last. The one who cums first will be the one 'voted' off the island. To make sure that the race will not be fixed the celebrity winner will be the one whose partner cums first, and the celebrity who will be, regretfully, leaving the island will be the one whose partner cums last. Plus, if any contestant fails to keep thrusting he will be immediately expelled."

It took a bit to process that. But once it was understood it did all make good sense, although Jack's heart naturally sank. He had gone from what he felt would be a sure-fire winner to one who would most likely lose. How could he possibly last within the wet, warm, slippery soft canyons of Christy Canyon. No man could survive that journey, and certainly not one who had been tortured by erections and dreams for days.

The starting light came on and the guys started thrusting their dicks in and out of the ladies' breasts, but not with the intense vigor they had been originally intending. On the other hand, the ladies did their best to make up for it, squeezing and wriggling their boobs against and around the young men's cocks.

Jack tried to think about something else; something other than the fact that his dick was sliding in and out of the big soft slick boobs of a beautiful porn star, who whispered to him, "Oh Jack, please, please give me a big thick sloppy load. I just so much enjoy the fresh cum of a young virile man."

Baseball, basketball, diarrhea, hemorrhoids. He tried to think of something else, anything else.

But, he made the fatal mistake of looking into Christy's sultry brown eyes. He softly exclaimed "Fuck," and gushed a large glob of cum deep within the valley of Christy's boobs.

"Oh, Jack, how wonderful," Christy sighed and opened her breasts up so Saget, the viewing audience, and she could see the young man releasing his load, and being voted off the island. 

Jack did unleash quite a load, not surprisingly, given how much pressure and volume had been building up the last few days. He just kept squirting, firing, and spewing globs and ropes of cum, most of which splashed onto Christy's face.

Perhaps it was intentional to spray his sloppy stuff all over Christy's face. Perhaps it was an expression of his disappointment, even anger, at now being expelled from the island. But, he was not in fact feeling any anger or disappointment, at least at the moment. His mind and body were flooded instead with a sense of relief, and bliss. Orgasms do have a way of overwhelming all other sensations, feelings, and thoughts. Perhaps he would feel some disappointment when it was all done. But not right now. Right now he was enjoying the sight and sensation of unleashing what was perhaps his most vigorous and violent ejaculation of his life, and all on national television. If any future girlfriend wanted to see what it would be like to have Jack Gibbons cum on her face, she was getting a good eyeful right now.

As was Christy but, of course, she didn't mind. It wasn't like it was the first time that a man had cum on her face. She giggled and squealed with joy as the jets and splats continued to rain down upon her. She even managed to keep the eye open that was the recipient of an eyeful. One could readily tell that this woman was a professional, a truly skilled and adept MILF.

Once Jack came the other three boys could relax and allow themselves to more fully enjoy the experience. After all, it was quite an opportunity for each of them. It wasn't every day that one gets to titty fuck a movie star, or a country western star, or a star of television. The worst consequence of cumming, being voted off the island, was no longer in play. All that remained was trying to win the $15,000. Perhaps titty fucking a celebrity was worth that much money, or at least worth not winning it.

Griffin had already won $10,000, and his dick was within the big globes of Dolly Parton. He could perhaps afford allowing himself this little moment of self-indulgence. After all, it's not too many times in one's lifetime that one will be able to bury one's dick in the big round bubbies of Dolly Parton. Their exposure on national television was itself big news; imagine being the guy who gets to fuck them. Griffin would have a lot of interviews scheduled after the show was broadcast, even if he was not the ultimate winner.




Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island



Melissa was getting very good mileage breaking out of her casting stereotype. Or, more accurately, playing her character typecast to full benefit. "Oh Ron," she gasped as she squeezed his cock within the tight, squishy, slippery confines of her jelly, spongy, mushy boobs, "this is so embarrassing. I've never done anything like this before."

That was a flat lie, but she guessed, correctly, that Ron would enjoy the fantasy.

"It's just so naughty, so dirty, to, to, to...Oh, I just can't say it!"

Ron braced himself with his hands on either side of Melissa's head. This was no Meg Ryan but it was turning out to be pretty darned good! He worked his dick in and out of Melissa's well lubricated, coconut sweet boobs, enjoying so much the sight of his crown occasionally peeking out of the deep, engulfing valley, and then disappearing once again to be so thoroughly consumed and encompassed by Melissa's soft, slippery flesh.

"Oh, gracious, I must, I must say it. I'm being titty fucked! It's just so nasty, so lewd, so wrong!" She turned to face off to her left, as if she couldn't stand to see this being done to her, but only to then enjoy the sight of Griffin thrusting in and out of Dolly Parton's beach ball breasts."Please don't look, Ron. It's so embarrassing. But, your penis is so big. It feels so good fucking my boobs."

Ron was looking and enjoying the sight almost as much as feeling his dick being squished and squeezed. Melissa did have such full, soft, womanly jugs.

"Please don't cum, please don't squirt your dirty hot stuff all over my titties, Ron," she begged. "Oh that would be so wrong to have your cum squirting and spraying all over my motherly breasts!"

And with that discouragement Ron did in fact unleash his load, spraying precisely where she apparently didn't want it: all over those bulbous boobs.

"Oh Ronnie!" Melissa pretended to protest. "Not on my boobies!" But, she didn't try to stop him, or protect them. On the contrary, as he withdrew his cock from the lovely confines of her breasts she pushed them together and lifted them up, providing a very clear, available target upon which to release the rest of his thick cream.

Ron grasped hold of his cock with his hand and carefully aimed his shots to cover as much of the television star's large white fleshy jugs as possible, watching his white spunk mix in with the remaining coconut cream.

"Oh, it's just so much, look at it squirt and spray, so much spunk, so much gunk, such a naughty, naughty boy!" Melissa was indeed a very good actress, and was quite pleased with her performance. She would have preferred to come in first. Not so much to win the money but to demonstrate that she was not the prude that her past career had conveyed. Still, she took considerable pride in the fact that she had beaten Dolly, the odds-on favorite for this competition.

With respect to which celebrity is ejected for having the boy who came last, it was now down to Meg Ryan and Dolly Parton, and it was pretty clear who would win that battle of titty fucking.

"Have you ever titty fucked a movie star, Michael?"

That was an easy question to answer. He shook his head, trying to keep his head together.

"I bet your friends will be pretty jealous of this."

That was most definitely true. He in fact wondered if his girlfriend Chrissie would be upset about this, but he ultimately knew she wouldn't. They had been through rather similar experiences together (see "Naked at College"). She would understand, and she most certainly supported his effort to obtain the tuition scholarship. 

"Did you like me in 'When Harry Met Sally,' or," she added with the next thrust of his cock, "'French Kiss,'" or with the next thrust, "'Sleepless in Seattle,'" and the next thrust, "'You've got Mail?'"

Normally a girl talking like this would be distracting, diminishing the pleasure. But in this instance it had the opposite effect. As she mentioned each movie Michael's mind was flooded with that cute, sweet, girlish face of the character she had been playing, imagining Harry titty fucking Sally, or Sam titty fucking Annie in 'Sleepless in Seattle,' or even Joe titty fucking Kathleen in 'You've got Mail.' Or, even better, himself titty fucking Sally, Annie, and Kathleen, each in turn. Why can't Hollywood show those scenes! They must've happened if these movies had described real live persons, and it would be so nice to see such scenes within the film version.

"You know..." Meg gasped as she felt Michael pound his dick into her tits. "I did let Tom Hanks do this to me once in my dressing room. He had such a big load."

Michael could feel his balls tightening against his body. It was kind of ironic, getting off on the image of Meg Ryan being titty fucked by Tom Hanks, when in fact he was doing precisely that to her right at the moment. In this case reality was actually much better than the fantasy.

"It just ruined my make-up..." She paused with each thrust that jarred her breasts and body. "You can even see... a bit of it still on me...In the scene with me...in the coffee house in...'You've got mail'...They left it in...Everyone thought it was just...cream...I guess it was, though...sort of."

Michael could feel his resolve weakening, thinking about the fact that Meg Ryan had Tom Hank's cum on her face in the movie. He now wanted to cum so badly.

"You know...Michael, you should...really look at the girl...while you're titty fucking her... That is the polite thing...to do."

Michael looked up, looking away from those luscious little titties squeezing his cock and looking into her adorably cute, sparkling blue eyes with that preciously sweet smile, and he groaned as he felt his dick explode. "Fuck," he gasped as his dick began to twitch and squirt within her soft boobs.

Meg kept her breasts wrapped around Michael's cock, this time being sure to note let it escape to squirt onto her face or even her breasts, but he still released quite a bit onto her neck and upper chest, the latter dripping down both sides of her neck.

"Oooooh, Michael, you're giving me a pearl necklace, how sweet of you!"

"Finished!" Saget announced, before Griffin could complete the act with Dolly, the latter losing the celebrity challenge. She was now voted off the island. Griffin was again the winner of the challenge.

GLORY CAVE

The remaining three young men returned to their huts to await the next challenge, the nature of which was again evident by the hut's new interior decorating. The pictures and posters of boobs had been replaced with pictures and posters of oral sex, facial cum shots, and women taking big loads within their mouths. This time none of the pictures included any one of the remaining three celebrity contestants, although Christy had volunteered a few of her better money shots. The producers though declined the generous offer, in part due to copyright and endorsement costs but also to avoid giving her an advantage in the next challenge.

The next two episodes of the show were again devoted to the boys' struggles and the ladies' life by the pool. This time, however, the cameras focused on the women's lips and tongues as they enjoyed their strawberries, plums, and bananas. The boys' mattresses and pillows had also naturally changed. The pillow was now normal. The mattress was no longer a water bed, but embedded throughout the firm cushions were women's lips, many of which were in various degrees of being slightly parted. In fact, each young man discovered the first night, beneath his sheets and blankets, that a few of the carefully located lips were fully functional mouths.

They knew, of course, that they really shouldn't try to see what it would be like to insert their dicks into one of these lips. First, it could be dangerous. It wouldn't be like in "Final Destination 2" when the guy's fingers gets sliced by a sink grinder. It could be like the Indiana Jones movie in which the hole is crawling with bugs, but probably more like Roman Holiday with Gregory Peck, in which there wasn't anything in there. The producers weren't going to take significant chances with the lives of the contestants, and especially not with their dicks.

But, a second reason not to do it was just that it seemed rather perverse. What would a normal guy do? Do normal men stick their dicks into things just to see what it would be like? Guys don't stick their dicks into every hole they see. But, of course, this wasn't a hole that one routinely comes across in life. These were lips, or at least facsimiles of lips. Would a normal guy stick his cock into one of them? Well, perhaps he would if he knew nobody else would see.

And, that was the third reason not to do it. The boys had to know, or to realize, that any such act wouldn't be private. Embedded within the mattresses were small remote nighttime cameras so that the viewing audience could see the action.

Still, wouldn't the guys be expected to do it? Wasn't this an expectation of the producers for them to at least see what it was like? Their friends and family would have to understand that. In fact, they could claim that the producers told them off camera that they had to do it.

But, there was also a fourth reason not to do it. What if it was in fact enjoyable? What if they did it and just had to keep doing it? Not only would it be embarrassing to be filmed while fucking a mattress mouth, they were taking a very serious risk of being expelled from the island.

Each of them did it but each also vowed not to do it for long. They just wanted to see what it felt like. Any normal guy would at least be curious.

And, Griffin discovered that it was indeed quite nice; in fact wonderful. The holes were not just the usual fake mouths that one might purchase at an adult book store. The producers spared no expense. These were specially made for the show. Once an erect penis was inserted the cock was treated to the delight of a number of very soft, wet, fake tongues, one of which circled up and down the shaft, licking and lapping every single inch. Most of the others stayed in one place, but were continually squirming and shivering slick moist slippery softness against the boy's swollen flesh, with the last two tongues focused right on the tip and underside of the crown, respectively, giving the most sensitive spots rapid little flicks and flitters.

It was shockingly fantastic, and Griffin could not immediately withdraw his cock. It was just too good. He gasped with wonder and delight at the feel of so many tongues working his cock in so many wondrous ways. What young man has not had the fantasy of multiple girls tonguing him at the same time, and these tongues displayed considerable enthusiasm and ferocity.

All the while a guy's dick was being licked the camera was recording the action for the folks at home. It was perhaps one of the more perverse moments of the show: watching a cock get thoroughly worked on by artificial tongues. Many of the viewing audience did turn their heads away in disgust, particularly the female viewers. But, most of them also turned their eyes back to the screen. You just had to look, at least to confirm that what you thought you saw was really true. One did have to wonder: should you really show this on television? Well, it was, after all, Fox Broadcasting Corporation.

Griffin though felt himself getting close to cumming and he quickly withdrew his dick. It was definitely fantastic, but it wasn't worth risking ejection from the game. He lay there gasping in his bed, trying to regain his strength and composure. Still, he did repeatedly return to his mattress mouth many more times over the next couple of nights, much to the laughter, shock, horror, disgust, and delight of various members of the viewing audience.

The seventh episode of Survivor: Celebrity MILF Island concerned the GLORY CAVE challenge. It was to occur at the mouth of a very large cavernous cave, one in which a two story truck could drive in. It was a really gorgeous cave, with a little stream running deep down into the cave along it's left edge, and lots of flowery vines hanging down over the gaping mouth, with very colorful butterflies searching for sweet nectar, and tropical birds calling out to one another.

The ladies' dresses were considerably less revealing than before, in that their island surf halter flounce dresses (with very pretty hibiscus flowers) now had tops, but they were still very attractive, particularly as they had quite nicely plunging cleavage. Around their necks were very colorful Frangipani and orchids leis.

The boys, however, couldn't see them. They were standing behind a black wooden screen. There was a means though with which they could communicate with the ladies, as there was a hole placed in a location comparable to the ones on their mattresses.

Saget explained the challenge. "It is not a well known fact that Sambia men from the eastern highlands of New Guinea perform repeated fellatio of young men within the tribe as a means to draw from them the strength and vigor of their youth, as well as to promote in turn their further development as young adult men" (see Stoller and Herdt, 1985, Archives of General Psychiatry, 42, 399-404). "In this third challenge of Celebrity MILF Island we will recreate this culturally rich native tradition."

He explained the rules of the challenge to the young men, standing naked on the right side of the cave room divider. "In this challenge, you will place your penises through the apertures. The winner of the challenge will be the one who first identifies correctly the most number of ladies, solely on the basis of their lips and tongues. There are three buttons on the wall in front of you to make your selections. You must vote before the lips of the next lady touches your penis. And, if you happen to ejaculate before you've made all three votes, you will lose the challenge. The first to do so will be 'voted' off the island."

He turned to the ladies, now kneeling on the left side of the wall, one in front of each opening. "For your part in this challenge, the woman who first manages to make a young man ejaculate will be the winner; the woman who makes the least number of men ejaculate will, regrettably, have to leave the island." It was a rather straightforward challenge. "Once the first boy ejaculates, the two remaining women will have their turn on the remaining two. If one of them ejaculates, then the woman who failed to make a man ejaculate, at least on time, must leave the island." There were, of course, chances for a tie, but there was a procedure for that if it would happen to arise. However, the producers had tested this format a number of times with their (female) studio interns. It did seem to work, although it did take quite a few trials before they were sufficiently comfortable with the challenge.

There was no blushing this time from the women, as they were becoming a bit more comfortable, and experienced, with the rather delicate nature of the challenges of Celebrity MILF Island. There was, however, a bit of tittering on the part of Melissa, and a bit of squirming on the part of Meg. Christy smiled and licked her lips. She felt so confident about winning this challenge.

"Well then, if you would, Ron, Michael, and Griffin, please present yourselves to the ladies."

They each stuck their penises through the holes. Griffin was already fully erect. This was just too close to what he had been doing the last few evenings, and at times during the day, and now he could finally take it to fruition. He knew such thoughts were antithetical to winning the challenge. But, he had gone through so many experiences with the mattress tongues that a part of him no longer cared.

The faces of Melissa and Meg did now redden. Glory holes were not a common activity for television and movie actresses. It did appear to make the act purely physical and rather impersonal, like they were to simply service a cock physically separated from the identity of the person to whom it belonged, which was precisely the purpose of a glory hole.

"Now, if you would, ladies," Saget instructed, "suckle upon the penises of the young men of Celebrity MILF Island to receive their invigorating and nourishing semen."

Melissa giggled over that, and so was the last to draw a penis within her mouth.

"Boys, keep in mind that your lady will be at your penis for only two minutes before she has to move to the next one. So, don't wait too long to cast your vote."

Christy did not hesitate to draw in the stiff erection of Griffin, although she didn't know whose it really was. Meg Ryan and Melissa had the limp penises of Ron and Michael, respectively.

Michael and Ron though quickly swelled to full erection. They had no idea in whose mouths their dicks were lodged, but unless the producers were playing a trick on them, it had to be within the mouth of a very beautiful MILF. Each could easily fantasize that it was Christy's, the porn star, Meg's, the movie actress, or Melissa's, the television star. The boys were not really consistent with respect to whom their fantasies turned. They in fact alternated amongst the three of them even though, so far, it was only one woman, trying to figure out which one it really was, trying on the face of each one in his mind, trying to see if the feel of that licking, lapping tongue on his shaft and crown fit with the image of the woman's face in his mind or, more accurately, her mouth.

Of course, it could in fact be a trick on the part of the producers. They could have hired local prostitutes. That would have relieved the ladies of the responsibility, and executed a nice joke on the young men. But, what would be the sport of that? And, most importantly, they knew that the television audience would be unforgiving if they had not in fact seen the three stars perform their oral sex. Many a man, and woman, did wonder how Meg Ryan, Melissa, and Christy would blow a man. Well, perhaps some were not curious about Christy's technique as anyone who was curious could just rent a movie.

Still, because much of the viewing audience was innocent to the adult film industry (and the Golden Age in particular), most of the audience was still quite curious about Christy; perhaps even more so as she was the professional.

In any case, the viewing public soon found out, which by now had swelled to the largest number in the history of Fox television. It was clear that the show was a runaway hit, and the producers were more than happy to deliver to their audience what they wanted to see.

It turned out that Meg Ryan really liked to just nibble on the head of a cock. She did not absorb the entire dick into her mouth, just the knob. It was like she was at a giant teat, suckling like a babe nursing for its cream. It was really very cute to watch, that innocent, dimpled, fresh natural face, suckling on a thick swollen plum.

The picture was unfortunately unavailable to Ron. Nevertheless, he was still enjoying it, and immensely so. It reminded him of one of his first girlfriends who was rather inhibited and inexperienced in her approach. He therefore opted for Melissa as his best guess. It certainly couldn't have been the porn star, and in his imagination Meg Ryan would be far more active. She would just have to be. She was so darned hot, and all movie actresses have to be really good at giving head. Don't they?

Melissa was considerably more active than Meg. This was another excellent opportunity to show the world how much she had grown up, how much different she really was from Laura Ingalls Wilder, not that Laura never gave head to Almanzo. Melissa immediately began to fuck Michael's cock with her face, sliding her face up and down the shaft, all the while licking and bathing the young man's cock with her tongue.

Michael voted for Christy. He felt that it was possible that the woman was Meg Ryan, as a movie star did probably run within quite a loose crowd, but this woman was being so lewd, so raunchy so quickly that he had to figure that this was the porn star.




Survivor: Military Edition



Lex stared out over the landscape from her perch in the helicopter. She breathed deeply of the humid air tinged with the smell of the outdoors. Lex always loved the smell of outside. It was one of the reasons she and her father got along. He had always wanted boys and ended up with 4 girls. Lex was the 2nd child and the only 'boy' her father had. She knew how to hunt, fish, and shoot by the time she was 9. All through high school her father was afraid he had "turned" her gay. When he found out she had been dating Michael, one of the wide receivers from the football team, he was less than thrilled, but happy he hadn't confused her gender. Lex smiled to herself as the helicopter dove towards the earth. She had joined the Army and through a special program called Female Units Key Rangers (or the FUcKeRs as they called themselves or the FUcK program) she became one of the first Female Green Berets. She took a lot of slack, but she never deviated from the principles she was taught. As such she was one of the few women who was respected with the title. 

So how did she end up on a game show? Well she spent 20 years in the military and retired. The politics and the bullshit got to her. She earned enough on retirement that if she didn't go crazy she didn't have to work a day in her life. Which meant going back home and taking care of her mom and dad, hunting, and fishing. It was her dad who found an ad for a new elite Survivor series. One where it wasn't staged and all drama, but one where military men and women would compete in small units to survive the wilderness and take out the other men and women in their various units. It was right up Lex's alley. She submitted a tape showing her agility, quickness, and other skills and was contacted shortly with more information on the show, what to expect, and to sign a waiver in case she died. 

Lex turned and looked at her team. She had made a contract with the show that they could not divulge the information she was Alexis Stone. Though she had a feeling her teammates suspected it was her. It wasn't often a female goes through the 'scandal' of being a female green beret, deployed on combat missions with actual combat, and is the only black female to do so. Still, she wasn't going to say anything and didn't want the extra pressure that came with people's knowledge of that information. Besides she hadn't heard of any of them before except from their dossier. There was Michael Bricks -- Marine -- 35 expert shot and could run 10 miles without losing his breath. He was fast, smart, and always had that hard look in his eyes. His skin was tan from being outdoors with black hair and sharp blue eyes she knew he could come across as looking like death himself. She didn't seem to be the only one to think that as she caught Katherine (or Kat) Boothe -- Air Force -- 32 cringe slightly away from his stare. 

Kat didn't look like she had ever served a day in the military. She looked like a model with natural blond hair, blue eyes, and an ample D size chest that had to be a problem when she was shooting an automatic rifle. But according to her dossier she was also an expert shot and liked to 'blow things up'. That was it. Nothing more to add on that fact. Then there was Paul Haines -- Army - 34. He had the natural face that was easily forgettable. His features didn't stand out nor was recognizable which made him the perfect in-and-out guy. Get in close, get the Intel, and get out. Which is exactly what he trained for. He too was an expert shot, but according to his dossier also a sniper. Lex smiled. Apparently they all were expert shots, but Lex preferred hand to hand combat. Knives were her specialty. As she looked at her own dossier Alexis Grace (her middle name) -- 33 -- Army Reserve (also true) caramel black skin tone, brown hair naturally highlighted with a red tinge from the sun prefers hand to hand combat. Very little else was on there about her. 

"Okay. I'm going to set you down with your gear. You have 30 minutes to get your asses out of the area after that the games begin. Good luck," the pilot said. 

"Thanks," Lex said as she began getting her things together. Once they touched down she grabbed what belonged to her and waited for the others. As one they unstrapped their side arms and began the trek into the jungle. 

The guns, as with all their guns, were paintball. If you ever played paintball those fuckers hurt when you were hit and in this heavy terrain people weren't wearing heavy gear to protect yourself from the pain. Once hit with a paintball your team lost a point and the team that hit you gained a point. Also the person who was hit was indisposed until the end of the round. The team with the most points won. That was the simplest explanation of the game. It was basically a war game which they were all familiar with. 

Michael held his fist up signaling them all to come to a halt. "I was thinking," he said. "Do they drop us all here in the same spot?" No one said anything. "If we were the first team dropped off what would you do?"

"Set up an ambush somewhere for some easy points," Paul said without hesitation. 

"What would be the smartest route or place to set up," Kat asked. 

Lex looked back from where they had traveled. "We chose this way. Why? We did it subconsciously, but something must have triggered our minds to go this way."

Kat paused. "It's the way the terrain was laid. The trees around are higher and the brush was thicker. This route was almost cut down and the thinnest. Like a road leading out. Even now the land we're traveling on is flat and easier to walk through than the brush on either side of us. It looks natural, but if you were given 30 minutes to set up an ambush could you pull it off?"

Everyone stared at Kat. That was actually quite brilliant what she said. "I'm a soldier. Trained just like you all were and with an IQ of 123. I could have gone any route with my education, but I like explosives and fire and I like to test them out. So I joined the Air Force, the only force, that looked passed my breasts and at my intelligence. I will be an asset to this team."

"We didn't mean," Paul started. 

"Yes, you did. It's okay. It's easier to get it out of the way now then have to "prove" myself later."

"Where does this road lead," Lex asked. "If they designed this path for a quick welcome-to-the-jungle round than let's give them a don't-fuck-with-us counter."

Lex's team smiled. Michael scouted ahead as Lex, Paul, and Kat came up with a plan. The simplest form of attack was to wait until your prey came into the middle of your trap and then hit them from all sides. What they would need was to have some bait and the others would have to ambush the ambushers sort to speak. But how could they do that without losing a point?

Michael came jogging back. "This path leads to a clear area. No trees, no terrain, just an open field. I bet they're hiding in the trees waiting for the first group to walk out. All we need is someone to set off their fire and the rest can determine where they are aiming from and get payback." The group stared at Michael. "Wait. Me?"

"You're the fastest," said Kat.

"And you already had a look at the terrain," said Paul. 

"Plus. We got your back. Don't get hit and we'll get the others. If there are others."

Michael nodded. He gave most of his gear to his team to handle and had just a pack on his back. They began the trek towards the clearing. Michael gave a small signal and the team fanned out; Kat and Paul going to the left, Lex to the right. 

"STUPID WOMEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE 2 ON THE TEAM AND THE WIMPIEST MAN SEEN TO MAN. I'M GONNA HAVE TO DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN," Michael wasn't exactly yelling, but he wasn't talking quietly either. He stopped at the opening of the field and looked around. He looked into the trees and the skyline as if seeing if there was danger. 

Lex smiled liking him for giving his team that much more time. A flicker of movement to her left and Lex moved quietly through the jungle. Her target was so engrossed on Michael she could have stomped her way towards him and he wouldn't have noticed. She put her hand over his mouth and slid her knife over his neck. "You're dead," she whispered into his wide eyes. The knife was still in its case, but it got the point across. She then took out her pistol and shot a round into his stomach making him double over. "That's just in case the studio doesn't agree with the knife rule."

She took two steps back and let the brush take her so her target couldn't see her anymore. True to the game he laid there looking pissed. She kept walking and turned to see Michael had started to walk into the clearing. Lex stayed with him looking ahead trying to see anymore flicker of movements; anything to let her know someone was ahead. Lex stopped feeling like she was being watched. She turned slightly and stared into the brush. She couldn't see anything. She slowly raised her gun and fired. Nothing moved, doubled over in pain or anything. She probably just shot into space. She shook her head. The jungle could be spooky sometimes. 

Michael was at the end and she could see Paul and Kat running towards him. She left her side of the jungle and joined them in the middle of the clearing. "Paul and I got one," Kat said. 

"I only got one," Lex said.

"Don't look at me. I was bait," Michael said. 

"Isn't there 4 to a team," Lex asked. 

"But we heard you fire twice, Alexis."

"Lex," Lex said. "Yeah, I thought I saw something, but I was wrong."

"Wait so we're sitting ducks out here while they have one more person to shoot us," Michael said. 

As one they all high tailed it out of the clearing and back into the brush. It was natural for Michael to take the lead and they followed him. He weaved in and out of the brush, his footing was fantastic and when he knew his fellow teammates were going to give away their position by breathing too hard he finally let up the pace. "Let's make camp here."

They started a smokeless fire and pitched tents that blended into the jungle. Suddenly the sky was bright and there was enough light to fuck up anyone's night vision. A pretty Asian female, a hologram of the hostess, began speaking. "Welcome Teams. As some of you know the games has already begun. Inside each of your packs is a bandana. Some of you have found this already, some have not. Please put them on any way you like. This would be how we will identify you."

Lex looked inside her pack. They were the yellow team. Lex nodded. Their yellow was a deep mustard color that blended perfectly with the terrain. She looked up to see there was a Blue team, unless they stayed near water they would be easy to spot, as well as the Red team, the only teams with an advantage was the Black team and the Yellow team. Then the scores showed up next to their team names. Blue team had 5 points, Yellow team had 3 points, Red team and Black team both had -4 points. 

"Seems we were the last team and the only team who thought of an early round," Paul said and the others all nodded looking pleased with themselves. 

"Tomorrow your teams will need to trek to the Rainbow Waterfall. From there you will need to locate the Four Points that will tell you where your next destination is located. Knives are not permitted on killing players only to help in your advancement in the competition. Bullets must touch a person's body or clothing like pants or shirt to activate a hit. Your bullets are now activated and once hit will trigger a reaction in the muscles to clench up and seize for 3 hours. During this time you will be unable to move. It would be in your teams' best interest to hide their fallen from more attacks. Once they can move they are eligible to be hit again and another point taken or gained from them. Good luck." 

The image faded and Lex turned her head to help acclimate herself to the night so she would have some sort of night vision. "What was that about the knife?"

"Earlier today I knifed someone as a kill. I wasn't sure if it would count so I shot them in the stomach just in case."

"Good thing you did or we wouldn't have that third point."

"Paul. You're pretty cute. Come here won't cha," Lex said. Paul looked confused, but got up and came to Lex. Kat giggled and Michael just stared hard his focus intently on them. 

Lex wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and whispered in his ears. "How good are your eyes? Just nod your head. Are they pretty damn good?" He nodded. "Over my left shoulder up 3 inches and to the left a few feet I thought I saw something. I can't see it anymore. Just lean into me and watch."

Paul wrapped his arms around her back. She could feel his gun just at the small of her back. He took in a sharp breath letting her know he saw what she thought she saw. "Can you get him?" His eyes rolled to her in exasperation. She didn't feel the gun move, but she sure felt the recoil at her back. She sucked in her breath at the sharp pain.

They all turned hearing something fall to the ground. "Let's go see who followed us home boys and girls," Lex said as she extracted herself from Paul's embrace and walked to the fallen soldier. 

When they got to roughly where the spot should have been no one was there. Lex whipped her head around and pushed Kat and Paul to their right just as a paint ball splattered against a tree. Lex spun narrowly missing her own paint ball and jumped onto a low limb of a tree. She swung herself over a bush and landed behind the woman. Lex slammed the palm of her hand into the woman's chest sending her sprawling to the ground. The girl was fast and recovered rolling away from the other members and lashing out at Lex. Lex moved with the blow so that it glanced off her, caught the girl's arms, and spun her towards Paul.

"Shoot!" Lex cried. 

Paul didn't think twice before he pulled the trigger. The girl instantly dropped to the ground her body twitching from the activated paint balls. 

It was a member from blue team; the bandana was wrapped around her leg, but covered in dirt and mud. She looked like she was in pain. "Here's our missing soldier. She tracked us here. What do we do?"

"Let's send her home."

Paul and Michael carried her out into the forest. Kat and Lex began cleaning up camp and taking down tents. When the men returned they were sweaty, dirty, and Lex knew not to question what had happened. The men didn't say anything just grabbed their gear and headed into the jungle. Lex made one last sweep of their camp and joined them. 

Again she swore she was being followed. She could see the 3 up ahead as she trailed further and further behind to catch whoever it was that was tailing them. Lex wasn't sure what had made her stop in her tracks, but she did. She could see the others moving on, but she could not get her legs to move. "Are you from black team," she whispered. 

"No," there was surprise in their voice. "You can see me?"

Lex didn't answer the question. She couldn't see them per se; she just knew they were there. The person moved and she saw the bright paint from her gun. Than suddenly he was up against her pinning her against a tree. "You're good. You're sixth sense is incredible. You're either just as good or better than me. I can't wait to find out." He pressed himself against Lex. Lex inhaled deeply. He was hard, very hard and very big from the feel of it. Lex wasn't a virgin, but it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. She found the men back home were lacking in the masculine department. She didn't want to talk about her feelings or listen to them whine about their day. She knew she would need another soldier to fulfill her and many weren't flocking to the rustic life where she took care of her aging parents and there wasn't a city for a few hundred miles. 

"Lex?" Lex turned to see Kat standing a few feet away. "You okay?"

Lex turned but already the man was gone. She nodded her head and followed Kat back to the others. 

They made camp for the night and Lex couldn't stop the dreams of a mysterious man touching her and licking her making her cry out for more and never giving her enough. When she awoke she was horny, achy, and very grouchy. When someone spoke to her she growled a response and her answers were short and sweet. 

It didn't take long to reach the waterfall. They could hear it, but they weren't going to fall into another trap. They circled the waterfall, but couldn't find anything that resembled 4 points. It was by accident that they saw someone standing at the top of the waterfall looking off to the distance before they disappeared. It was apparent they would have to brave themselves to being hit to look out to the distance or they could try to track whoever was at the top. They decided to brave the top. If they were being track they would purposely set up a trap to their stalkers to lead them the wrong way or get them out of the game for 3 hours. Hearing a cry of pain she figured that was just what had happened. 

"I'll do it," Kat said once they were near the top of the waterfall.

"Why," said Paul.

Kat just smiled and walked slowly and calmly to the top. She looked off into the distance as the wind whipped her hair back. Her breasts were pressed forward and though she was wearing pants you almost saw a skirt blowing backwards. She stayed there longer than she needed as she looked and memorized. She looked like a sex goddess and the image entranced all who stared at her. No one was going to shoot her. She turned and disappeared off the rock. Kat laughed and jumped down. "That's why," she said to Paul. Both Paul and Michael had their mouths hanging open and Lex just laughed. 

"4 points is a mountain." Kat pulled out her map and pointed. Everyone got a good look at where they were heading. "There also seems to be a few places where you can be attacked. Our best bet is to get there quick, get in, get out, and move on. I'm tired of looking over my shoulder."

Everyone nodded and Michael set the pace. After a few yards Kat yelled. "Hold on. I have a plan. The show gave us some flash bangs and other harmless quote unquote grenades. I think I know how to put some of them to good use. I was up all night working on these." Kat pulled out what looked like little dirt leave mounds. She shook her head and dropped one. "Just don't step on these. Come on."

Michael set the pace once more and every yard or two Kat would stoop down and plant one of her dirt mounds onto the ground. Suddenly a huge bright light and a scream rent the air. Kat stood up smiling. "We're not being followed anymore. Come on, let's keep moving." 

Michael stopped them. "We're not far from 4 points, but we need to eat, rest, and get our bearings." Lex sat on her pack and took out a MRE (meal ready to eat); or the show's version which had a lot more tasty food than the army's version. She pocketed the matches and leaned back resting for a bit. Her body tensed, but she forced herself to relax. HE was here. She slowly opened her eyes trying to pin his position. 

"Come on," Michael said. She grabbed her things and gave one last glance to the underbrush before going after her team. "Shit!" Lex stopped and stared. 4 points was a marketplace under the mountain. There were people everywhere, but it seemed the black team had some how made themselves patrollers or even the guards of this place. They saw several red and blue team members twitching on the ground in a suppose cell. 

"Leave this to me," Paul said and stepped out before anyone could stop him. Paul walked right up to one of the guards and began talking. Lex had to stop Michael from firing at the guard. Paul nodded went to several stands and then walked out of the market and circled back to them. 

"He didn't even spot you?" Michael looked incredulous. Looking at the citizens and Paul it seemed Paul dressed the part if you thought of shabby wannabe soldier, but it was amazing what Paul did just then. 




Survivor: Military Edition



"I got it. I wasn't sure which stand, but it's a map to the Tahiti region. Or that's what their naming it. Once we get there we're in the safe zone and the first FULL team to arrive gets 10 points also there's no shooting in the safe zone. I guess we also meet the other contestants there. After that we get a little R&R. It says that at the beginning of the second round the first team to arrive to Tahiti region gets to leave at 0800 hours and the 2nd team 2 hours after and the 3rd and 4th team 4 hours after 0800 hours. "

"How far is it to Tahiti region?"

"About a day and a half."

"Let's move," Michael said. Lex laughed and explained that Black Team must have thought to rack up points by taking the other teams out and then waltz to the safe zone with an additional 10 points. 

"They're going to be so pissed seeing us sitting back drinking margaritas by the pool." 

It was well into the night when Michael finally let them stop and set up camp. They had another smokeless fire going. It was getting colder and they were all pretty much near the fire's warmth, but still far enough away to not be an easy target for the other teams. 

Lex listened to her teammates sleeping slowly drifting off herself when suddenly she was alert. Her sleeping bag would prevent any unwanted shots, but that also meant that she would have to wiggle her arm a bit to get the gun out. She knew instantly it was Him, Shadows or the name she associated with him. She felt more than saw him slide into her sleeping bag that seemed to have more room than she thought. 

"You amaze me," he whispered. "How you detect me ..." he trailed off as he fitted himself between her legs. Lex leaned her head back seeing him above him. She didn't see him she saw shadows, but she could clearly see his dark gray eyes. 

"Shadows," she whispered. 

She felt more than saw his smile. "Is that what you named me? Not ghost or stalker or killer."

Lex laughed. "Contestants can't kill one another on this show."

"What about fuck?" He taunted as he pressed himself against her. 

"I don't know you. You could have aids or be married."

"I don't have any sexual diseases and I'm not married."

"You would say that. How can I trust you?"

"Because you already do. You could have warned your team about me and you haven't. And because you were made for me. I plan on having you." Lex felt the zipper on her pants go down and his finger slide between her pants and panties. She moaned and involuntarily lifted her hips. He brought his lips down upon hers kissing her thoroughly. This was more than a kiss. It was a possession. He claimed her lips and took what she gave and then took some more. 

She wasn't sure how he managed to get her pants off in the sleeping bag, but they were gone and her top was pushed up to expose her breasts. For a brief moment she wondered if she was being too easy. A slut. "Don't," he commanded staring into her eyes. "Don't you ruin this moment with me. You are mine. I'm yours. You belong to me and this may seem quick to you, but I waited forever for you. Give yourself to me. This first time I will not take this. Say no and I will leave forever."

She felt like she was at a precipice looking down onto her life. At one end was this mysterious man at the other was everything she ever known. She leaned forward and kissed him opening her thighs wide. He plunged into her slick opening. He was much bigger than she thought and she cried into his mouth. He eased back with a small look of worry in his eyes; she pulled against his thighs and raised her hips so he could slam with just as much force back into her. Her cries turned into moans of passion and she knew he was swallowing her loud wanton cries or risk waking her team.

He eased back and piston into her. Her body quaking with every thrust. Her pussy gripped him and it was she swallowing his cries. Her nails raked down his back making him arch into her. He gripped her thighs and raised her legs back until her knees touched her breasts opening her more to him. He fucked her ruthlessly and she whispered into his ears for more; harder. His hands on her thighs turned to steel marking her as he roared into her lips and pulled her hips up to meet his slamming down. His thick cock driving her deep into the dirt floor. 

"I'm going to cum," Lex managed to get out a moment before her pussy squeezed him tightly and she jerked and shook with the force of her orgasm. Lex felt Shadow join her in her orgasm his cock thickening and pulsing in her pussy sending her into another orgasm. He kept pumping inside her his strokes getting longer and his cock staying longer in her warm sheath. She felt him go limp and she marveled that even flaccid she could still fuck him. He was quite big. He pulled from her and she groaned at the loss of him. 

"Let me see your face. I want to see the face of my Shadow man."

Shadows smiled. "I like you calling me yours. He leaned forward so the firelight caught his features. Lex liked his dark hair, the blackness rivaling Michael's. Shadow's eyes were that dark grey she saw before ringed in black; like a dark storm. She thought his features looked mixed somewhere between Hispanic, Black, and maybe something European. 

"Lex?"

Lex froze. "Answer him," Shadow whispered in her ear.

"W-what?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Michael. I'm ... masturbating."

"Oh uh, do you need help?"

Lex almost burst out laughing. Did he like her? She looked up and saw Shadow's face which instantly took the humor out of her. He looked murderous and was clearly trying to stamp down his rage. "Mine," he growled so that only she could hear. 

"Uh, No Mike. I don't need any help. Please go back to sleep and let's not make an embarrassing situation more so." 

She heard some movement and peeked her head out. He was back in his own bag across from the fire, but she saw the glittering of his eyes as he glanced her way. There was no way Shadow was going to be able to get out of her bag without being spotted. 

"You have to leave?"

"How? It's going to be daybreak soon. I stayed too long."

"I can't tell my team I'm sleeping with the enemy. They won't trust me in this game." Lex looked up and saw the water pail near her. "I have an idea." With Shadow's help Lex managed to get on her pants. She leaned her arm out of her sleeping bag and 'accidentally' knocked over the water pail into the fire extinguishing it. Lex felt shadow emerge from her bag. 

"What happened," Michael hissed. "I can't see a thing."

'I know. I was counting on that,' Lex thought to herself. "I knocked over the water pail getting out of the bag. I'll build the fire up. Hold on." She stroke a match just as she felt Shadow press beside her. She put the match to the kindle, but it went out. 

"You can't light wet kindle or sticks on fire. You know this. Do I make you nervous?"

Lex stifled a laugh as she recognized Shadow was teasing her. She stared out towards Michael who would get his night vision back soon. "Go. You're gonna get me in trouble with my team."

"Remember you're mine," he whispered as she lit another match. 

She turned her face towards his and he held her eyes for a moment as her hands moved automatically touching the match to dry kindle. Before the flames took hold he took a step back and disappeared. Lex leaned forward and blew on the flames so they would ignite the rest of the wood. She looked at Michael and shrugged. "Sorry." He turned and snuggled deeper into his bag. 

The next day they set a good pace and arrived, as they thought they would, first to Tahiti Region. They were sipping margaritas and smiling as the Black Team came in. They stopped dead in their tracks and stared at the yellow bandanas tied to various parts of Yellow team's bodies. Black Team was upset was an understatement. As the teams came in one by one it would seem there would not be any reunions. The teams stuck to themselves. Which was a pity since Lex wanted to see Shadows again. 

"Alexis? Hi, I'm Angelina the hostess. We have ... some news we need to discuss with you. Follow me." Lex turned to her team and shrugged before following Angelina into the main center of the show and finally into the camera room. 

"As you know we have cameras everywhere. There isn't much we miss. We have already started a deal with Showtime to do Survivor: Military Edition After Dark like the Big Brother rendition. We found that our Soldiers are a lot more cunning and have big sexual appetites. Angelina looked pointedly at Lex."

"Is this about me having sex?"

"Yes and No. We don't mind you having sex. Hell, if we legally could we would encourage it, but what we thought is the same as you. That the person you were engaging in was another member of a team obsessed with you. Except last night we caught this." She touched a technician's hand and one of the screens showed Lex's face and just behind a clear half shot of Shadow's face. 

"What am I missing," Lex said. 

"These are the other contestants on the show. Another screen showed the 16 contestants. We have 4 teams of 4. 1 team of all female, 1 team of all men, and 2 teams of 2 men and 2 females. If we take out all the women we have these 8 men left. As you can see none of these men is the man who have been engaging in. We all thought he was another contestant of the show. He clearly is not."

"Than who is he?" Lex asked. 

"We were hoping," Angelina said. "You could tell us that." 



'Survivor' Stories: Elisabeth Filarski



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This was a quickie written when I had a few hours of free time. "Survivor" is the hottest show on American TV right now and Elisabeth is one of the babes from the show. If people like this story enough, I might write some more on the other women of the show, so please be sure to tell me if you want other stories, what type of scenario you want, and who should be next.

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Glancing out the window of her three story hotel room onto the night streets of Sydney, Australia below, Elisabeth Filarski was restless. Staring at the slow moving cars as she looked out the window, the neon lights of the billboards nearby reflecting harshly onto her face, her mind was rapidly churning over the upcoming days over and over. She knew she should sleep and make sure she had plenty of energy for tomorrow, but her mind wouldn't let her body calm down and relax. 

Tomorrow she was going to be thrust into "Survivor: The Australian Outback" with 15 other total strangers, all hoping to "outwit, outplay & outlast" each other for a $1 million dollar cash prize. She was going to be gone for over a month, stranded out in the middle of nowhere as she endured very little food, grueling challenges and bitter rivalries. The really eerie thing was, CBS wouldn't let the contestants speak to each other or even meet each other until they boarded the plane to head out to the mystery spot. So she could have seen every single one of them here in the hallways of the hotel and not even realized it. 

"Of course, the physical stuff isn't the problem," Elisabeth thought to herself. "I just hope I can hang in there mentally," 

Elisabeth had long been in excellent shape, after four years of softball at Boston College. As she stood in the mirror, admiring her body through the navy blue silk pajamas her boyfriend Tim had given her, she flexed her biceps in the mirror in a half joking way. Lifting up the base of her shirt, she patted her firm, toned stomach. Sticking her chest out slightly, Elisabeth cupped her breasts through the soft silk feel of the bedtime clothes. 

"If I win this money, the first thing I'm getting is a boob job," Elisabeth laughed to herself. Tim liked her breasts, she knew that. They were a large A cup and though they weren't much, they were very manageable and went well with her tall, lithe body. 

For the umpteenth time, Elisabeth opened her knapsack and inspected what she had brought. She knew that the weather would be hot out there in the desert, she just hoped it wouldn't get too cold. All she had brought was a light jacket. Pulling out her bathing suit, she inspected it once more. She had specifically brought this little pink & white two piece so that she didn't accidentally fall out of her top around the other people, and so that the bottoms of the suit didn't ride up the crack of her ass. Laying all this clothing on the bed, Elisabeth inspected it again. She couldn't get over how much she liked the head dress she had made. Now all she could do was hope she lasted on the show long enough to show it off. 

Repacking up her bag, she glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight.

Of course, it felt like 12 in the afternoon, coming off of Eastern Standard Time. Pacing around the room, she sat down on the bed once more, closing her eyes as she tried to go to sleep. No luck. 

Walking over to the mini-bar in her room, she used the cheap plastic key on the counter to open it up. Peeking inside, she grabbed a Snickers and two little alcohol bottles. Her last taste of chocolate and liquor for a while, she knew. The room and everything was on CBS's tab, so Elisabeth figured what the hell. Looking at the bottle she grabbed, she realized that it was a cool little Absolut bottle. Taking a long pull from it, she settled onto the bed and flipped on the television to see what Australian TV had to offer. 

As Elisabeth finished the vodka and went for three more of the little bottles, her channel flicking stopped for a moment on the hotel's porn station. On the screen, a white girl was getting railed by a big, strong looking black guy while another white girl ate out the first girl's pussy. 

At first Elisabeth was repulsed by this and she quickly changed the channel. Holding the remote in the air in front of her for a moment, Elisabeth realized that watching just a few seconds of the hot porn movie had really turned her on. Her skin was flushed and she felt a tingling between her legs. Taking another sip from her drink, she flipped through the short list of channels quickly, and "accidentally" stopped on the porn station again. Now the two girls were sucking the black man's dick as he rubbed it all over their faces. Elisabeth decided that the room was getting way too hot, so she unbuttoned her silk top and put it beside her on the bed. 

Running one hand over and around on her chest, Elisabeth would stop occasionally to tweak and pull on her nipples. They were large and puffy, a slight pink color. With her teasing of them, they became fully aroused and Elisabeth was in bliss as she was slowly working towards orgasm. 

The movie on the screen now was really heating up. One of the girls had moved beneath the man's cock and was sucking and licking his balls, while the other girl, a blond whose hair had the same dirty brown tint that Elisabeth's had, was busy deep throating the man. The black man was pulling on his cock rapidly with the girls, and was just about to blow his load. 

Elisabeth was now arching her back and bouncing her small, firm ass off of the bed as she ran her hands all over her body. She had slipped her index finger into her pants now and was busy playing with herself under her modest white cotton panties. She knew she was close to orgasm, and when she opened her eyes and looked at the television screen, the wave of pure bliss and pleasure washed completely over her body. 

Elisabeth's eyes opened just in time to see the black man spray his load all over the two white girl's faces. Both girls had their mouths open to catch the cum and the blond headed girl got a nice big jet of it all over her cheek, down to her chin. This was an especially hardcore film Elisabeth noticed (she had caught her boyfriend Tim watching porn with his friends one time. The movie on now was far more explicit) because after the cum shot, the two girls began making out, smearing the man's cum into their chests and licking it from each other's faces. 

Following her orgasm, Elisabeth's rocking of the bed subsided. As she laid her head back on the pillows to catch her breath, Elisabeth realized that she was far from satisfied. Kicking her pants off and pulling her panties to the floor, Elisabeth thrust two more fingers into her cunt, savoring how juicy and wet it felt inside. It had been almost three weeks since she last had sex and her body was telling her that she needed it NOW! But what was she to do? Thousands of miles away from her friends and family, in a totally different country all by herself, Elisabeth suddenly realized how lonely she was. 

Now naked totally, Elisabeth stood in front of the mirror once more to admire her body, hoping it would cheer her up. Her chest was still heaving some from that first orgasmic release. She could see a small trickle of her cum trickle down the inner portion of her leg as it lazily would make it's way off of her and onto the floor. With her hands on her hips, Elisabeth continued to admire her body. 

"I think I'm in pretty good shape. I just wish Tim were here so that I could jump him right now," Elisabeth thought to herself, feeling a little ashamed at how naughty she was behaving. "Hell, right now I will settle for anyone," 

Walking over to the fridge again, her feet padding along on the carpet of the modest sized room, Elisabeth was suddenly struck with an idea. 

Forgetting the alcohol and heading straight to the phonebook, Elisabeth began leafing through it. Finally she found what she was looking for: ESCORT SERVICES. 

Scanning the pages, most of them were for men. 

"A ha! There's one! Top to Bottoms...hmm, what kind of dorky name is that?" Elisabeth muttered to herself. "Oh well, beggars can't be choosy," 

Reaching over to dial the number, Elisabeth's hands were trembling. This wasn't something she did all the time. In fact, the idea only came to her because one of her friends from college had gotten an escort one night so that they could go to a fancy party. The girl had said that it went great and the guy wasn't a problem at all. Of course, all escort services (at least in America) really are is glorified prostitution. But right now, Elisabeth didn't care. She was horny and needed a man now. As she dialed the number, she slowly slid one hand to her pussy and began to play with herself again. 

"Yea, hi. I need an escort. Right now, if possible. I need him for oh...at least 2 hours. I'm at the Outback hotel, here in Sydney. Room 417," Elisabeth said into the mouth piece. The man on the other line had a deep but very sexy voice, almost like Barry White, albeit Australian. 

"Is it uhh...possible to make a preference on the man you are sending?" Elisabeth asked. 

"Yes, of course. What type of guy are you looking for?" the Barry White voice said. 

"Oh wow, I wasn't expecting you to say yes. Uhh...brown hair, blue eyes...a nice build if possible. And he doesn't need to be too tall," Elisabeth replied, holding her breath. She really didn't know what type of man she wanted, so the first thing she could come up with was Tim, her boyfriend back at home. 

"We have just the man for you mum. I'm sure you'll be pleased. The total is $200 for your requested 2 hours. Any hours past that is $100, which you can just give to the gentleman. Thank you for calling us and have a pleasant evening," the voice said. Elisabeth heard a dial-tone and then placed the phone back on the receiver. 

Just thinking about Tim's name a moment ago suddenly brought up conflicting emotions in Elisabeth. She loved Tim, but they had both agreed to put everything on hold while she was involved in "Survivor". If she was really to go through with what she hoped to with this male escort, no one would ever know about this infidelity. And who knows, maybe she would meet someone and perhaps even fall in love. 

Deciding that tonight would forever stay a secret memory just for her, Elisabeth dug through her bag once more to get herself ready. She hadn't brought any makeup or any skimpy clothes because of the show, so she looked at what she had to make do with. After a few minutes of deliberation, she finally decided on a black sports bra and a pair of khaki shorts, with no panties on underneath of course. Fixing her dirty blond hair in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel herself getting hornier and hornier as the minutes drug on before the escort got there. 

Not wanting to greet the escort in sopping wet shorts, Elisabeth dropped her pants again and was just about to start masturbating herself off to another orgasm when there was a knock at the door. Pulling up her shorts quickly, Elisabeth gave herself one more quick look in the mirror and answered the door. 

Opening it tentatively, Elisabeth was pleasantly surprised to see the man standing there. Around 6 feet tall, he had curly brown hair and very big, soft blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, giving him the appearance almost of a model, and his chin was chisled out slightly, with a little cleft in it. He was very muscular, his biceps almost as big as Elisabeth was around, and his chest was wide and large, all the way down to his well toned legs and stomach. The man was wearing causal dress, with a pair of gray slacks and a black long sleeve muscle shirt that accentuated his pectoral muscles greatly. 

"Hi. Did you call Top to Bottoms?" the man said in a gruff voice, heavy with the accent of his Australian lineage. He smiled when he spoke, and this alone almost melted Elisabeth into the door frame. His smile was perfect and looked very natural. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her body that he certainly wasn't going to mind performing the nights activities with a girl as cute as Elisabeth. 

"Yes, I did. Come in. My name is El...I mean Rachel," Elisabeth said, her voice wavering as she walked in a trance like state to let the man in. 

He had brought with him a gym bag of things, what lay inside of it Elisabeth could only imagine. Setting it on the bed, he cupped his hands by his waist and spoke again. Elisabeth couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the muscles that moved and flexed as he did this. Tim was a football player and very strong, something that drew Elisabeth to him. But this man was huge; the type of player who goes AFTER people like Tim on the football field. 

"Pleased to meet you Rachel," the man said, uncupping his hands before taking Elisabeth's in his and pulling it to his mouth, giving it a slight kiss. His lips were warm and soft and the kiss was that pleasant kind of dry that only the truly experienced at kissing can do. "My name is Dave. Now, before we get started, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for the $200 you and the gentleman operating the phone agreed upon," 

Dave's mannerism were very kind and gentle. His politeness and his smile were so dizzying that Elisabeth almost had trouble concentrating on what he was saying. 

"Huh? Oh yes, of course. Let me get it for you," Elisabeth said. Bending over the bed to dig in her bag for the $500 she had brought with her, Dave couldn't help but stare at her toned thighs and tight little butt. 

Elisabeth stood up and turned to Dave with a smile. "Here ya go," she said, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled at him. Standing a few inches from his face, Elisabeth couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. The blue tint seemed to have shifted in shade since he got here, but they were just as hypnotizing as when she first saw him. 

Realizing that the clock was ticking on her $200, Elisabeth decided to get down to business. 

"Well Dave, what can you do for me, now that you have my money?" Elisabeth said, half joking. 

The smile Dave had never left his face. "Well Rachel, we can do a lot of things," he said, bending over to reach into his bag. Not pulling anything out but just shuffling things around with his huge hands, Dave named off things. 

"Well of course we don't have to stay in the hotel. I could give you a bath and wash your hair, or I could give you a full body massage or we could just sit here and talk, whatever you would like to do. If you have something else you'd like to do, I'd be more than willing to try it," Dave said. 

Elisabeth thought for a moment. What she really wanted was to fuck this guy silly. But she didn't want to be too forward about it without appearing like a horny slut. 

"How about a massage? That sounds nice. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow and I need to be relaxed," Elisabeth said. 

"Sounds good," Dave said. "I'll turn around while you take off your clothes and wrap this towel around your waist. Then, lay flat on your stomach on the bed and I'll start oiling you up. 

Elisabeth was a little surprised at his modesty, but didn't have to be told twice as she tore off her clothes, grabbed towel and almost dove onto the bed. She thought about spreading her legs wide, then telling Dave to turn around, but she decided she would see how it went first. Laying on her stomach, Elisabeth pulled her arms up underneath her and pressed her breasts between them. This elevated her back some, making her shoulders more accessible, while also thrusting her ass and pussy up from the bed enough so that should the towel "accidentally" slip off, Dave would get more than an eyeful. 

Elisabeth called out "Ok, you can turn around now,". She heard Dave rustling in his bag again and began to smell the sweet fragrance of body lotion wafting towards her from where Dave was standing. Moving up next to her on the bed, Dave's crotch was now just a few inches from Elisabeth's face. Again it took a lot of will power to keep from just grabbing him by the cock and pulling him into her now moistening cunt. Elisabeth jumped a little when she felt his warm, callused hands press onto her naked shoulders. 

His fingers felt magnificent on her skin. She could tell that he was very experienced in this, and that his hands almost certainly could tell some interesting tales. Dave put some lemon smelling lotion into his hands and began to rub it into her skin once more. She jumped again at the coldness of the lotion, but relaxed quickly as it began to seep into her skin. Ever since she had played softball, anytime she received a massage on her shoulders, the loosening of her muscles had been pure heaven. 

Dave slowly began to work his hands up and down her back. First he would rub her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Then, he would slowly move his fingers down the arch of her spine, paying special attention to each and every bone and pressure point along the way (including some Elisabeth didn't even know about). Dave was enjoying giving the massage almost as much as Elisabeth was, who lay on the bed now, occasionally sighing contentedly when he would touch on a good spot. 

As Dave moved his hands further and further down her back, Elisabeth decided to get the ball rolling some more. Reaching down with her hand, she pulled the towel back from her ass and asked in the most innocent voice "Could you rub my inner thighs? That would feel great," 

Happy to oblige, Dave slowly ran his hands down the rest of her back and over the very top crack of her tight ass, running a finger along it just for good measure. Elisabeth moaned as he did this, but her moans grew louder when his hands touched her thigh, just a mere inch or two from her slit. 

Elisabeth had shaved her pussy before leaving Boston so that she wouldn't have any "stray hairs" sticking out for the cameras that she knew would be following her around. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, leaving just a little tuft of light brown hair above her now very moist slit. Dave's fingers worked as close to her nether regions as possible without touching her. Elisabeth subconsciously parted her legs just a little bit to give him even closer access. Her cunt was opening up like a delicate flower now as she lay there naked on the bed, getting a full and total body massage. 

Dave was about to move his hands down her smooth, tan legs and begin working her calves, but Elisabeth having other ideas. Her heart beating wildly in her chest, she reached a hand back and put Dave's palm on top of her pussy. 

"This could REALLY use a good massage," she said in her most sultry voice. Dave took the hint and began rubbing his rough, callused hands back and forth over her opening. The palm of his hand quickly became moist with her juices when he decided to slip a finger into her. This startled Elisabeth as his top two knuckles slid into her with ease, but she quickly became incredibly aroused by it. 

Dave's finger began moving in and out of her rhythmically, rubbing and teasing along her clit as he went in and out of her. Elisabeth was beginning to rock back and forth on her stomach now as he did this, her nipples become so aroused that they hurt. Dave's first finger quickly became two fingers, and a moment later three as he finger fucked Elisabeth. He used his other hand to rub up and down her leg, occasionally moving it up to squeeze her ass cheeks and rub his thumb over her tight, virgin asshole. 




'Survivor' Stories: Elisabeth Filarski



Elisabeth felt an orgasm building as she began using her toned upper body and toned arms to thrust her hips back onto Dave's hand in an alternating rhythm. Finally she cried out in sheer bliss as a fantastic orgasm hit her. She actually trembled and shuddered as pleasure engulfed every single one of her nerve endings, her pussy releasing nearly a flood of her sweet honey onto Dave's hand. 

When her orgasm had subsided, Dave slowly slid his fingers out of her cunt and licked them clean. She tasted sweet and very nice. He was experienced in tasting pussy juice, and Elisabeth's was definitely some of the best he had the pleasure of sampling in a long time. Elisabeth lay on the bed, catching her breath after cumming so deliciously. Her eyes were closed and she was panting as she lay there on the bed. She moved a hand onto her left nipple and began to tweak it with her fingers, pulling it out from her gently. 

Rolling over, Elisabeth grabbed Dave's face and brought it inches from hers. In one swift motion, she pushed her lips onto his and her tongue entered his mouth. Dave returned the favor. Elisabeth had been right about his tongue and mouth being great for kissing, as he moved his own tongue expertly around in her mouth, gently probing and exploring her mouth while her own tongue explored his. A minute or so later, after one of the most passionate kisses Elisabeth had ever had, she looked deep into his eyes and said "Fuck me. Now!" 

Elisabeth released his head and Dave stepped back from the bed. Lifting his shirt off to reveal a very muscular chest, covered in wiry chest hair, he then unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxer shorts fall to the floor. Elisabeth gasped when she saw his 8 inch cock. It was almost as thick as her wrist and jutted out from his body at half-mast as he towered over her thin, naked body on the bed below. She had never had one so big inside of her. Even Tim's was a modest 6 inches. 

Elisabeth did the one thing she had wanted to do all night, and that was to take him by his cock and lead him towards her entrance. Dave spread his legs and was soon straddling her cunt. Reaching over into his bag, he pulled out a condom, but Elisabeth was quick to dismiss him. 

"I'm on the pill, and this is a safe time of the month. Don't worry about it," Elisabeth said. "I just want to feel your cock inside of me now!" 

Dave just nodded in approval and put the condom aside on the bed. 

Dave adjusted himself on top of her, rubbing his cock head over her sopping wet slit now, lubricating it up for his initial entrance. Being a thin and relatively small girl, Elisabeth braced herself for having such a monster inside of her. Pointing his member right at her hole, Dave slowly began to push himself into her, and inch at a time. 

Even as the head was entering her, Elisabeth knew that the tightness he would encounter would be almost like her first time back when she was 16. Her cunt lips opened wide as he worked more of his dick into her. She felt the head and the first inch or two pass into her silken channel, her pussy craving as much of it as he had to give. 

It took some time and a little bit of adjusting and trying different angles, but after finding a good one, Dave sank the last two inches inside of her. Elisabeth had never felt so full during sex before in her life. She couldn't believe how great it felt to have something inside of her, pressing hard against the very top of her pussy wall. She was amazed at herself for being able to take it in. Elisabeth began to rotate her hips on it, as the base of his cock rubbed against her erect and very hard clit. 

Dave began to pull out his cock as slowly as he had pushed it in, Elisabeth whimpering as he did this. Wanting to make himself more comfortable while he fucked her, Dave reached his massive arms behind Elisabeth's head and back and lifted her upright onto his cock. Elisabeth couldn't believe how strong he was, moving her body like she was a rag doll. Pulling her close to him as he turned and sat halfway on the bed, Dave began pulling her hips up and down on his body, sliding his cock into her deeper and deeper every thrust. 

Dave leaned Elisabeth back as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his face. Dave eagerly put his mouth down to her nipple and licked and sucked, running his tongue over it as he tasted the sweetness of her excitement and sexual energy coming from her skin. 

Elisabeth was really bouncing hard on his cock now. Every thrust inside of her, she hit wave after wave of bliss, reaching new levels of pleasure she hadn't ever felt before. When just the tip of his cock was in her (she was bouncing almost a foot off of him at this point) she felt empty and yearned for that next incredible rush of pleasure to hit her a split second later. 

Dave was experienced at fucking women of all shapes and sizes so his stamina rivaled that of even the most experienced porn star. The two lovers continued to fuck each other in every way possible; Elisabeth got on all fours and had him rail her on his cock while she whimpered and cried out for more. Then they made love in the missionary position, Elisabeth's legs hanging off the bed limply while Dave pounded the inside of her, his busy hands rubbing up and down her chest up to her neck and mouth, where she would lick his fingers whenever they came near enough. 

Elisabeth finally began to tire so she began to push down harder and harder onto him in an effort to bring him to orgasm and flood her tight, sweet pussy with his hot cum. Another orgasm approaching, Elisabeth ground her hips on top of him hard, reaching her hand down to play with and tease his balls lightly with her finger nail. 

Laying her flat on the bed once more, Dave pulled his cock completely out of her one more time, then thrust inside of her hard. The tip of his dick slammed against the top of her pussy. The feel of the velvet vice of her pussy and the soft warmth of the top of her cervix triggered his orgasm. Half of his shaft inside of her, Dave's cock gushed forth stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into her insatiable cunt. Elisabeth cried out in shear ecstasy as she orgasmed seconds later, the juices from her pussy mixing with Dave's own. 

Even after three long shots of his cream, Dave still was going. Pulling out of her completely now, he shot two more strands all over Elisabeth's tummy and inner thighs, creating a puddle on top of her belly button. Elisabeth reached down and smeared the cum into her skin and pushed some down and into her pussy. Taking the final scoop off of her belly, Elisabeth couldn't resist the urge to taste it (she had never swallowed or tasted cum before, having always spit it out). She found the taste to be very salty but still good, and the awakening slut in her hoped that maybe she would get to taste more while she was stranded out in the Outback. 

The two lay together on the bed, lightly fondling each other until Dave's two hours were up. He dressed and cleaned Elisabeth off with a warm towel. She put her robe back on and walked him out, giving him one final kiss good bye before saying good night. 

Crawling into bed, Elisabeth slept like a baby that night, before heading off on the adventure that would be "Survivor: The Australian Outback" 

- THE END -



'Survivor' Stories: Outback Orgy



For those who care about that sort of thing, this story is set when there were just 8 people left - Jerri, Nick, Rodger, Elisabeth, Amber, Colby, Keith, Tina. This story is essentially a parody because none of the contestants (well, maybe Jerri) would have/probably didn't acted like this while they were "stranded" for those 42 days. That said, enjoy. 

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This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

Finally, CBS please don't sue me - this is just fiction and I don't mean to disparage Survivor or any of the people in the story in any way. 

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"I'm bored," whined Jerri. "Not only is there nothing to eat, but you can't get a good nights sleep and all there is to do is fish or play another game of god damned backgammon. 

The rest of the recently merged Barramundi just tried to ignore her. True, getting rid of Alicia the week before had been a good idea, but now Jerri was just digging herself deeper and deeper into losing out at Tribal Council. Rodger, the closest person to Jerri, smiled politely at her but rolled his eyes when he turned his head. Elisabeth caught this and began to snicker quietly, which angered Jerri. 

"What? What's so funny? You know I'm right. God, I can't wait to get back home so I can get a shower and get laid," Jerri said. 

"Here we go again," Tina thought to herself. "More sex talk, more whining. Nick should go this week but Jerri is hanging by a thread. I'm sure Keith won't disagree with me," 

The normally quiet and laid back Nick spoke up, and with actual emotion in his voice. 

"Jerri, why don't you just shut the hell up. We all know you are horny, we all know you are bored, but this isn't supposed to be a god damned vacation, it's a game. Boredom is a part of the game! And if you want sex that bad, maybe you just need me to come over there and solve THAT problem for you. Jesus," Nick said disgustedly, crossing his arms on his chest and staring into the slowly burning fire before all of them. 

Jerri was taken aback by Nick's comments and was about to respond loudly to him when a nasty little thought crossed her mind. Deciding to call Nick's bluff, Jerri stood up. 

"Alright Nick, let's see if you are man enough to handle me. I want you to fuck me right here, right now, in front of the rest of the tribe," Jerri said proudly, her hands on her hips. 

The rest of the tribe was shocked, and they all seemed to let out a collective gasp in surprise. Colby even sprayed the water he was drinking out all over himself. "WHAT? Jerri, you don't really mean that do you? I mean, come on, we are all adults here," Colby said, wiping the water from his long ago unshaven face. 

Jerri turned her head quickly towards Colby and replied bitterly "What's the matter Colby? You jealous? Afraid that not EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas?" 

Colby jumped up with a start "Now listen Jerri, if you want to get into it right here and now, I'd be more than happy to," Colby said, taking a menacing step towards Jerri. Keith and Tina quickly jumped up to stop him and hold him back, and he calmed down after struggling for a moment. 

"Well, how about it Nick? You gonna try and take what I got?" Jerri said with a smirk towards him. During this whole ordeal, Nick's face had gone from shock to amusement. But now, he had a grin similar to Jerri's. 

"Sure, let's go to it. Like you said, there isn't anything else to do," Nick said, standing up and removing his shirt. When he began to unbutton his shorts, the rest of the tribe got up to leave - except for Keith. 

"I can't believe they are really going to do this," Tina said, throwing her arms in the air. "Come on Keith," Tina said as she pulled on his arm. Keith wasn't budging. 

"You go on Tina. I'm gonna see if they really go through with it," Keith said, almost in a daze. 

Amber and Colby walked away towards the tent and Tina was just a few steps behind them. Rodger & Elisabeth meanwhile headed down towards the river bank. And yet, Keith remained where he was sitting. 

Nick meanwhile, was standing very close to Jerri. They were about equal in height, although Jerri was just a little shorter. She looked up into Nick's deep brown eyes as she ran her hands over his toned stomach muscles. Slowly sliding her hands down to Nick's fly, she started to unzip his shorts and began to pull them down ever so slowly. 

"Now, let's see if you were as big as my LAST boyfriend," Jerri whispered to Nick. Nick just smirked in reply, not saying a word. His thoughts (and hands) were too busy kneading Jerri's ample breasts through that same blue zip up shirt she seemed to wear every day. Nick could feel Jerri's nipples hardening beneath his touch and heard her moan softly as he caressed her. 

Jerri finally slipped Nick's shorts and boxers off and let them fall to the dusty ground beside the firebed. Reaching her hand down, Jerri was surprised to find such a mammoth hose inside of her palm. Nick grinned at her as he felt her smooth hand run up and down his shaft. "Told ya I had what you need," Nick said, smiling. 

Jerri's mouth hung open a little in a semi-state of surprise. Her hand stroking began to move faster as Jerri just stared down at Nick's 10 inch cock. It didn't take more than a couple of rubs for him to get hard, and then suddenly he was much bigger. 

Nick's hands had found the zipper on Jerri's shirt and he unzipped it quickly and threw her shirt open. Her breasts were larger than he thought, although certainly not the largest he had seen. Her skin was a pale white shade where she had not been tanned by the sun and her nipples looked like they lacked sunlight as well. Puffy and a rich brown, they were almost as dark as Jerri's long curly hair. Nick weighed them each in his hand before finally lowering his mouth to one to lick. 

When Nick bent over to lick Jerri, Keith was suddenly just a foot or two away from Nick's black ass and it caught him off guard, enough to shake him from his daze. 

"Hey, whoa man. Watch it here, I'm not interested in seeing your ass," Keith said 

Nick lifted his head from Jerri's breast and turned to look at Keith "Well then why don't you just move YOUR old ass to somewhere else or just quit bitching," Nick said. 

Keith did just that, scooting down two wooden seats further to see the whole action from the side. 

Jerri & Nick paid no attention to this. Nick was now focused on unzipping Jerri's khaki shorts that she was wearing. To his surprise, as he pulled them down, Nick saw that Jerri was not wearing any panties. She grinned up at him. 

"I haven't worn panties since the tribes merged. Panties would just make me hornier," Jerri said. 

Nick just smiled in response and once again went at Jerri's breasts. Flinging her hair back over her shoulder, Jerri continued stroking Nick's cock, which by now had grown to almost 12 inches and at least 5 inches wide. Figuring that he was good and hard, she moved her mouth up to Nick's and began to kiss him passionately. Nick slipped his own tongue into Jerri's mouth and returned the kiss. Fondling her breasts with his hands, it was almost impossible for Jerri to break away from him, but she did. Dropping to her knees, she took his rock hard prick in her hands and slowly snaked her tongue out, tasting the head. 

"Mmmm...chocolate. I haven't had chocolate in a LONNNGGGG time," Jerri said as she moved her whole mouth over his prick head. Her jaw had to stretch a little to get it all the way into her mouth, but she managed, and slowly began to slide it down her throat. 

Nick was amazed at how great of a cock sucker Jerri was, and wondered to himself why he had waited so long to go along with her sexual teases. Grabbing her hair in his fists, Nick wrapped it around his hands as he shoved more of his shaft down her throat. Jerri had almost taken him all in, leaving only a few inches out from her mouth. Nick's musk right by his sack was intoxicating to Jerri and she had trouble keeping her head clear from the dizzying, pleasureable odor of sex. This entire adventure, Jerri had been unbelievably horny, this being the longest time she had gone without sex since her first time at 16. Reaching down to touch her clit, Jerri felt the sopping wet juices trickling out of her and she knew she would orgasm momentarily. As soon as her finger touched the hard nub of her clit in fact, Jerri was rocked by the electric shock of pleasure running through her body. Groaning and moaning with Nick's cock as far down her throat as possible, Jerri came all over her hand. 

Keith had been watching this whole thing taking place before him. He had always been a voyeur, and got off many a time watching couples sneak out behind the dumpster at the restaurant he worked at to have sex. So naturally, he couldn't resist unzipping his own pants and jerking off. Keith's cock was skinnier by far than Nick's, but was a sizeable 7 inches that he was still proud of. Dropping his shorts to the ground beneath him, careful not to get them in the fire or in Nick & Jerri's way, he silently began to run his hand up and down his already hard shaft. 

After regaining her senses from the mindblowing orgasm she had just had, Jerri needed a cock in her and NOW! Pulling her mouth from Nick's dick, she stood up. Nick groaned in protest but quickly quieted down when Jerri turned around and thrust her ass towards him, offering her dripping wet and highly aroused cunt. 

"Come on, stick that beast in me. I want to feel it sooooo bad!" Jerri said seductively. The sun was setting on Baramundi and the orangeish glow cast a glow over Jerri's tanned, naked body. Walking up behind her, Nick rubbed his prick head up and down the crack of Jerri's ass and the cleft of her cunt, lubricating it with her juices. A spot of pre-cum had already formed on Nick's large, bulbous head, so he didn't need much more lubrication. Finally, after a minute or two of teasing, Nick began to slide into her slowly. 

Jerri held her breath as she felt Nick opening her hole wider and wider with every inch he worked in. Nick couldn't believe how loose Jerri was, despite not having sex in almost a month. Gliding into her easily, he decided not to give it all to her at once, but instead only put about half of his cock inside of her, pulling all the way out and then sliding back in. This pace was turning Jerri on incredibly and she savored every second of it, especially the feel of Nick's hard, hot meat sliding into her even hotter box. 

Grabbing her by the hips, Nick grinned and then pulled Jerri back hard on his cock, shoving all of his foot long dick into Jerri at once. The moans and cries of surprise could be heard for miles around as Jerri reacted to this painful yet incredibly arousing maneuver by Nick. Jerri had taken in a lot of cock in her life so far, but Nick's was by far one of the biggest. She could feel him bottoming out every time inside of her when he would thrust inside of her, only to pull all but out a moment later. 

Keith was in a world of his own, his eyes closed and his hand moving rapidly up and down his own cock as he listened to the very audible squishing and moaning sounds of Nick & Jerri fucking just a few feet in front of him. Keith was about to come when he suddenly felt another hand on his prick. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see Tina standing there before him. At first he thought she was angry but then he saw that what he thought was anger was really lust. Her tits hung just a few inches from his face and he could see her nipples were already erect and hard. 

"Hey there buddy. I see your still here and a little uhh...excited. Mind if I help "calm you down"? Tina said to Keith, smiling. Keith couldn't even speak, only nod as Tina slowly began to work her hand up and down his shaft, sliding her fingers under his balls on the downstrokes. Keith groaned loudly as he fought to control his orgasm, closing his eyes tight and using all the self control he had to keep from cumming. Opening his eyes again, he watched as Tina slid the straps of her tight fitting bikini top off of her shoulders and down off of her breasts. Even though she was older than the rest of the girls, with all the weight everyone had lost, Tina's breasts had managed to stay perfectly like they were. Round and heavy with only a slight hint of sag, Keith was amazed at how youthful Tina looked as she stood there before him topless. Reaching his hand out to grab one of her breasts, Tina swatted it away. 

"You let me handle everything. Just sit back and relax," Tina said. Pulling her shorts to one side, Tina moved away her panties as well and exposed her hairy pussy to Keith. Her cunt lips were pink and he could see that she was already aroused just from watching him jack off. Straddling Keith with her long, thin legs, Keith reached up with his hand and held her shorts open wider as Tina slid herself all the way down onto his shaft. They both gasped in pleasure at the same time as Tina leaned her head against Keith's, pressing her large breasts against Keith's neck. Leaning down to kiss him on the forehead, she whispered "What we do here, stays here," 

Keith again just nodded and Tina began an up and down motion on his cock, sliding it in and out of deeply as she used her legs for support. Grabbing Tina by the ass, Keith balanced her on his lap as he rocked her back and forth on his shaft. Tina was pretty tight and like he himself, figured that she didn't get laid enough as she probably wanted to. 

Tina grabbed one of Keith's hands from her ass and moved it to her pussy. Guiding it towards her clit, Keith took her sex in his fingers and began to rub it gently back and forth, applying pressure every now and then, causing Tina to gasp and struggle for breath as she pistoned herself up and down Keith's shaft. Keith managed to work two fingers inside of Tina's tight cunt as he fucked her and this caused her pussy to ripple around him as she orgasmed all over his lap. 

"UGGHHNNGGGHHHGHGHGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Tina moaned as she bounced up and down on him, spilling her juices all over their legs. Keith knew that a powerful orgasm was coming and managed to control it just long enough until he pulled Tina down hard on to his lap as he exploded his hot cum inside of her. 

"God, it's been a long time since I got off. I must have just shot a gallon of cum into her," Keith thought to himself. Tina meanwhile was just coming down from her orgasm and slowed her pace down until she finally stopped to catch her breath as she rested her head on Keith's shoulder. 

"That was great. I think we both feel a LOT better," Tina whispered to him. "You said it," said Keith. Lifting her up from his cock, it slid out of her quietly, covered in both of their juices. Keith stood up to zip his pants up, but Tina stopped him. 

"You are all messy. Here, wipe yourself off on these," Tina said, sticking her breasts out proudly towards him. Pushing her to her knees, Keith took his softening cock in his hand and smeared their juices all over her breasts, making sure to rub against her erect nipples a fair amount of times. Almost cleaned up, Tina took Keith's cock into her mouth for a couple of quick sucks to get the last juices off of it. 

"There you go, all clean," Tina said with a smile as she stood up and put her top back on. "Come on, let's go find everyone else," 

MEANWHILE... 

"I can't believe that Jerri would be so open about sex like that," Elisabeth said. "Where I come from, sex is only between two people who love and care about each other very much, not just about being horny," 

"I agree with you whole heartedly sweetie," Rodger said. "But Jerri comes from different values as us, and she just goes about expressing her needs and wants differently than we do. Although you have to admire her honesty towards getting what she wants," 

"Yea, that's true," Elisabeth replied, gazing off over the river in front of them. Rodger and her had been going to the river at least a couple of times a day since moving to the new campsite to talk, not only about the game but about life in general. 

"And don't worry Elisabeth, you have way more going for you than Jerri, I just know it in my heart," Rodger said to her. He had grown to love Elisabeth like a daughter, and knew that she viewed him as a father figure out here in the harsheness of nature and the viciousness of the game, protecting her from harm. 

"Thanks Rodger, I appreciate it," Elisabeth said, leaning her head on his shoulder. There was an awkward pause in the conversation and Elisabeth felt a little uncomfortable. She was trying to read into what his comment meant. Turning her head to look him in the eyes, Elisabeth saw a sweet, gentle man who loved her like a family member. Maybe it was the atmosphere around the camp, maybe it was the slowly setting sun, but Elisabeth suddenly felt a surge rush through her body and she leaned forward and gave Rodger a kiss right on the lips. As soon as she did it, she was surprised at her own actions. But it felt so right, so pleasant. His rough beard against her smooth cheek, his lips pressed against her own. "It's just a kiss," Elisabeth thought to herself. "He's just like my dad...right?". It was then that she realized that she was STILL kissing him, and for how long she had been doing so she wasn't sure. Forcing herself from his lips, she pulled her head back and looked at him. 

Rodger was in a look of shock still, his lips still pursed outwards in the kiss. Closing his mouth and bringing his lips inward, Rodger smiled a nervous smile back at Elisabeth. She was doing the same, and the awkward silence continued. 

"Gee, thanks Elisabeth. That was really nice. It's been so long since I've been with my wife and..." 

Elisabeth again couldn't control herself and kissed him again. This time, Rodger responded with just as much passion as she did as he felt her lips opening so that she could slide her tongue into his mouth. Rodger opened his mouth and let it enter, sliding his own out gingerly as it moved across the top of hers into her mouth. He hadn't kissed a pretty young girl in a long time and couldn't help but feel himself get a long forgotten rush of sexual energy as his whole body tingled all over. Moving his tongue in and out of her mouth, the pair's tongues danced with each other as they explored all inside the other's mouth. 

Elisabeth had again been shocked when she kissed him for a SECOND time but now she knew that what she was feeling was genuine love for a man who had been nothing but kind to her. Elisabeth too was now feeling the sexual mantra growing within her, starting first as butterflies in her stomach and then moving on to a warm, satisfied feeling all up and down her legs and arms. This time Rodger broke the kiss. 

"Elisabeth, I don't think we should be doing this. You have Tim and I have my wife and children and..." Rodger said. 

"Rodger, I love you," Elisabeth blurted out, interrupting him. "I know we have others that we love as well but I know you love me too. What's so wrong with that? This is the perfect type of relationship - one that blossoms from friendship. Like I said earlier, I love and care about you, and I hope that you feel the same way about me. What we are doing can't be wrong because it feels so right!" 

"Elisabeth, I do love and care about you but we can't just throw away what we have built our whole lives on!" Rodger said pleadingly. He knew in his heart that she was right but he also knew he would feel better if he at least got her to admit to the risks that what they were doing would lead to. 

"That doesn't matter Rodger. We will still love our families just as much as before but they never have to know. This can be our secret. If you take nothing back from this trip, let it be the one intimate moment we might share with each other," Elisabeth said pleadingly. She now held Rodgers hands in her own and gripped them as she spoke. 




'Survivor' Stories: Outback Orgy



"Our little secret..." Rodger mumbled to himself. Elisabeth felt elation all over her body as she knew she had convinced him. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't lead to sex. But she wanted desperately to have Rodger hold her in her arms. 

"I'll take that as a yes," Elisabeth said. "Now come over here and kiss me you silly old man," Elisabeth smiled as she held her arms out to him. 

Rodger scooted over closer to Elisabeth and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. She was surprised at how strong he was for his age, but knew that all the hard work he had done over his lifetime had made his body toned and fit. The touch of his rough, callused hands was incredible as he moved his hands across her toned and firm tummy where his fingers met from both hands by her hip. Pulling her closer to him, they embraced once more. 

Neither knew how long they held each other like that, but at least to Elisabeth, the game, the longing for home and the whole world seemed to stop as she felt incredibly safe in his arms. They broke their kiss once more, but it was Lis who took the lead as she gently laid Rodger down on to the river bank behind them. He rested on the bank as Elisabeth climbed on top of him, laying her head on his chest. Hearing his heart beating softly in her ear was incredibly comforting. Propping herself up on her hands, she looked down into his eyes. 

Rodger smiled up at Elisabeth as she leaned down and gave him a few quick pecks on the lips. Running her hands through his graying chest hair, she twirled it a little in her fingers, running across his nipples every now and then. Gliding her hand down his chest, she ran her fingers in little imaginary circles all over his chest and abs and now very thin stomach. Rodger just sat back and smiled at her as she did all this, that same amazingly kind smile that she had seen on the first day and loved ever since. 

Sitting up, Elisabeth mouthed "I love you" to Rodger before slowly sliding her bikini tube top off of her small breasts. Like Jerri's, they were almost totally white underneath, her nipples a rich maroon color that, when contrasted with her golden blond hair, looked like little cherries on top of white mounds of warm, smooth flesh. Her skin was virtually flawless, with no noticeable imperfections anywhere. Elisabeth's beautiful, cute face smiled back at Rodger as he held her on top of his hips with little trouble. Elisabeth lifted herself off of him for a moment, just long enough to slide her pink bikini shorts down her long, athletic legs and set them to rest in the mud of the river bank. Crawling back on top of Rodger, she laid there for a moment before her curious hand began to slowly slide down to his navy blue swimming shorts. Rodger ran his hand up and down the other arm Elisabeth was supporting herself with while she used the other slowly pull the waistband of his shorts down his hairy thighs. 

Getting them off of Rodger's legs, she saw that his penis was semi-hard and seemed to be getting stiffer every second. Pulling herself even with him, her bare feet and long legs snaked over Rodger's, Elisabeth moved up and kissed Rodger again. He smiled back at her, feeling his cock reach a hardness he hadn't felt in a long time. Elisabeth looked down at him and into his eyes. She saw pure love and trust in them and knew that she hadn't made a mistake by choosing to be with him during the game. Her love channel now spread open from the width of her sprawled out legs, Elisabeth slowly slid herself backwards towards Rodger's hard pole. 

BACK AT BARRAMUNDI... 

"AHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEAAAAAA!!! GIVE IT TO ME NICK!! HARDER! FASTER!!! Jerri moaned. She was bucking her hips back and forth now at Nick, feeling the pounding of his muscular thighs smacking into her ass cheeks. She was amazed at how long he had kept going. She had come at least 5 times, all of them enough to make her body shake and convulse all over in pure ecstasy. But Nick hadn't come yet, at least that she knew of. She wasn't one to complain though, and was rocked by yet another orgasm as Nick switched the angle in which he was fucking her so that the thick, long vein in his shaft rubbed hard against her clit creating unbelievable friction. In her mind, Nick definitely had the "Outlast" portion of the game down pat. Coming on his cock, Jerri had to admit that she was almost a little warn out and knew that she had to speed things up a little. 

Turning her head to look at Nick, he had a hard expression on his face as he concentrated on fucking her. Sweat glistened all over his body, especially on his chest, and his eyes were closed tightly shut as he railed away at her soft, wet, sweet pussy. Facing forward again, Jerri caught some movement in the bushes in front of her. 

Squinting her eyes, she saw the unmistakable site of a girl in the bushes, masturbating furiously. It was Amber. Jerri could see through the not-so-thick brush that Amber's fingers were moving in and out of herself at a lightning fast pace. She wondered just how long Amber had been there watching them. Part of her was angry about it, but then she thought of something that she always wanted to try, a smile crossing her face. 

"Amber," Jerri whispered towards the girl who was frigging herself no more than a few yards away. "AMBER!" Jerri said loudly. It caught her Amber by surprised and she quickly moved to cover herself (though not very well) with some bushes and leaves. Amber's light blue & white checkered bikini top was down around her waist and her bottoms were pulled to the side, exposing her sparsely covered snatch. 

"Oh...my...God! I'm sorry Jerri, I didn't think that you could see me! I'll leave you two alone!" Amber said as she started to put her clothes back on. 

"No Amber, that's not what I wanted. Keep your clothes off. I want you to very quietly come over here and give Nick a hand in getting off, if you know what I mean," Jerri said as Amber moved closer to her, her lithe and beautiful naked body shining from sweat. Amber smiled devilishly as Jerri whispered to her what she wanted her to do. 

Nick was having the time of his life. When he signed up for the game, he had dreamed of something like this happening. His advances on Alicia early on in the game had been rebuffed and before Jerri had asked, Nick was nearing her in a need to have sex and relieve some of the desire that had been building up in him. Seeing all of those fine little girls, especially Elisabeth, walking around in so little clothing, was almost enough to drive a man crazy. But now he was sticking it to Jerri hard. He had been told by many a woman of his incredible stamina but since it had been so long, he felt it weakening. This wasn't going to be one of his marathon 3 hour love making sessions, he would be lucky to make it 45 minutes without cumming. He knew he was close to, so he started to speed up his thrusts. By the time he was done with Jerri, she wouldn't be begging for sex anymore, at least from him. 

With a start, Nick suddenly felt something warm and wet running against the underside of his balls. It was almost as if someone was...licking him. Opening his eyes, he was greeted to an innocent smile by Amber as she lapped at his balls like an ice cream cone. Taking his sac in her left hand, Amber gently pulled it up to her mouth and sucked on one ball and then another. The hairy texture and sweaty/sweet taste of sweat and Jerri's cum was delicious, Amber thought. She knew that she would get Nick off in no time if she kept this up. 

Nick was now even further in heaven. Here he is FUCKING one white girl and another, even hotter one, was sucking on his balls like candy. Life couldn't get any better. He had slowed down his pace to give Amber better ability to suck him off and her tongue was certainly working it's magic. Nick could feel his load tightening in his balls so he said to hell with Amber and started fucking Jerri hard again. Amber moved on from Nick over to Jerri, lovingly licking her clit and cunt while Nick was pounding away at her. 

"ARRRGGHH!! I'M GONNA CUM!" Nick shouted as he pulled out of Jerri. She quickly got down on her knees besides Amber as the two waited eagerly for Nick's cum to pour out all over them. And boy did it ever. Nick had more than enough reserves, and as he jerked his cock to orgasm in his hand, he felt the first blast shoot out of him like a rocket. It landed right in the middle of Jerri's face, running down her nose into her extended and waiting tongue. The next three blasts, Nick distributed evenly between the girls, making sure Amber got a sizeable taste. The fourth and fifth shots Nick aimed towards their breasts and watched with delight as his cum landed between Jerri's clevage and trickled down her chest slowly, and the other landed on Amber's right tit before she quickly smeared it into her. 

When his orgasm subsided and just a little stream of cum was coming out of Nick's hole, the two girls were drenched in sticky, white cum. But they were more than happy to be, and eagerly played with Nick's cum and smeared it all over each other's bodies before licking the other's face clean of cum. This had been both girls first time with another woman, and each independently wondered what else lay in store during the rest of the game. 

The giggling and playing was interrupted however by a voice coming from behind them. 

"Hey, look who we found out wandering in the Outback" Keith said as he and Tina walked up to where Amber, Jerri and Nick were now sitting. 

"Hey Jer, I saw what ya'll were doing and I want some of that action. What do you say?" said Colby, his face in a wide grin. 

"Sure. Get that fine Texas ass over here," Jerri said seductively, holding some of Nick's cum up on her finger. 

AT THE RIVERBED... 

Elisabeth was very inexperienced with sex, even at 23. She had only had sex with two different people before in her lifetime and Rodger would be her third. But she knew this would be different. Maybe because she loved him more than she did the first boy, or maybe because he was more experienced and wiser than Tim, her second. Still, as she slid herself slowly back on to him, Elisabeth knew that she should just give her trust over to Rodger and let him guide her. 

Holding onto her narrow hips, Rodger worked his prick into Elisabeth's very tight pussy. It took a moment to adjust - it had been a long time since he had had sex, and Elisabeth wasn't exactly the same pussy that his wife had. Grunting a little, he worked his 7 inch member in slowly, getting the head all the way in first. 

Hoping to make things easier for him, Elisabeth sat up from his chest and angled herself so that he could work his way into her easier. Rodger's shaft was now totally inside of her and they both breathed a sigh of contentment. But Rodger knew they didn't have long before someone would come looking for them, so he began to slowly buck his hips up and down into Elisabeth, his ass making contact each time with the hard ground of the riverbed where they lay. 

Elisabeth was slowly squeezing and unsqueezeing her vaginal wall around Rodger's shaft, a trick that some of her softball teammates had told her about. Moving up and down on top of him, Elisabeth threw her head back in pleasure as she felt at peace with the world. Here she was making love to a man she loved and nothing in the world could stop her. The feel of Rodger's hands on her ass was incredible, and when he slowly moved a finger up to the crack in her ass, she moaned in bliss. 

Rodger's thumb on his other hand meanwhile was slowly sneaking it's way up to Elisabeth's clit and he rubbed it gently and softly at first, just to get her to notice it. But the things she was doing to his cock made him wonder if she was even trying to pleasure herself at all in their love making. His answer came however when she moaned in response to his harder applied pressure. Moving himself in and out of her with more ease now, Rodger wanted to make sure that Elisabeth came when he did. 

Elisabeth HAD been only worrying about Rodger but suddenly she was aware of the pleasure she herself could be receiving. It was only recently that Elisabeth had truly had an orgasm that wasn't self induced. She had thought she had come before when she was having sex, but knew now that all it was were just sexual surges. 

Rodger, old and experienced as he was, knew he couldn't handle Elisabeth much longer. Her bouncing on him at first had been slow and pleasurable, like they could do it all day. But now she was trying to get off as well, so she was really rocking his body hard. Feeling his orgasm coming quickly, he pulled Elisabeth down to his face and told her he was about to come and should he pull out. 

Elisabeth pondered for a moment, her cute face lost in thought, until she kissed Rodger back and said "Do it in me. This may be our last time together before Tribal Council and I want to say I had the full experience," 

That was more than enough for Rodger. Slipping a finger deftly inside of her, Elisabeth felt his cockhead grow and then spurt after spurt of cum was emptied inside of her hot, young, tight pussy. Rodger's fingers had been enough for Elisabeth as well, so she came no more than a second after he did, releasing weeks of pent up energy. 

When they had both caught their breath, Elisabeth lay on Rodger's chest again, her breasts crushed against his pectoral muscles. As Rodger's dick softened from inside of her and finally slipped out, the two gave each other one more long, passionate kiss and then began to dress. It was dark now and the tribe was probably wondering where they were. 

Colby had stripped down naked except for his trusty cowboy hat. His dick was hard as steel as he walked up behind Jerri. Jerri had assumed the same position as she had for Nick and offered her ass to Colby. Glancing down, Colby saw a stream of Nick's fresh cum trickling down past Jerri's knee. 

"Ok Colby, give it to me. I want to feel your 9 inches of Texas steel inside of me! My pussy is nice and wet and ready for you!" Jerri said loudly, making sure everyone else, including the just arriving Rodger & Elisabeth, could hear. Jerri loved to flaunt her sexuality, especially out here. 

"Alright Jerri, here ya go. You wanted it, you GOT IT!" Colby said as he thrust into her. But he didn't slide into her pussy like she wanted. No, this was Colby's time to call the shots and to do what he wanted, and Colby wanted Jerri's ass. 

Jerri groaned in pain as she felt Colby's cock slip up her ass. She hadn't been fucked there in years and was not accustomed to the feel of it. 

"Colby please, no...in my pussy...please," Jerri whined. Colby just ignored her and continued to slowly work more and more of his shaft inside of her, building up speed as he pulled in and out of her ass. Jerri's ass was tight and firm, just the way Colby liked them. Most women wouldn't let him fuck them in the ass, but he knew Jerri wanted him so badly, she would do anything. 

"Stop Colby please! That feels so b-b-b-b-b-b-a-a-a-d-d-g-g-g-g-g-g-ooooooddd! Oh yea, that's it. Stick it to me up the ass! Give it to me! I want more, now!" Jerri screamed, first from pain and whimpering but now she was enjoying the ass fucking that Colby was giving her. 

Colby looked around the camp at everyone watching them in the firelight. Keith & Tina had their hands down each others pants while Rodger and Nick stood side by side, laughing and pointing out things about what they were doing. Elisabeth & Amber meanwhile were standing very, very close to one another and right before Colby's eyes, began to make out like two star crossed lovers, running their hands all over each other's bodies. 

Jerri was now bucking harder than any horse Colby had ridden and her legs were wobbling like crazy as she bent and twisted and leaned to give Colby everything she had. 

Distracted by the site of Elisabeth & Amber, Colby was extremely turned on by watching those two little vixens go at it with each other. He started to slap Jerri's ass a little as he fucked her, hoping to get her to slow down so that he could last longer. 

But it did the opposite. Jerri seemed to really like it. In fact, she started talking even dirtier things to Colby, most of which were lost in a constant and incoherent moan. 

"Fuck me Colby, slap my ass! I've been a naughty little cowgirl and I need you to stick me right up the ass with your big, long, hard shaft! Give it to me Colby, I've cum 6 times already, let's make it a magical 7. Do it Colby, make me cum," Jerri moaned. 

Colby was on the edge of cumming and Jerri's dirty talk wasn't helping. 

"I'm about to come Jerri so just shut up!" Colby said. 

Again, Jerri didn't listen to him. "Yea Colby, I'll shut up right after you come in my ass. Come on, shoot your hot wad right up my nice tight ass. You know you want to do it, want to fill me up and watch your cum leak from my asshole. So shoot it! Fill me up! CUM IN ME NOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!!" Jerri squealed as she orgasmed harder than even her first one with Nick. Her knees buckled a little bit and she had to support herself with the wood bench in front of her to keep from falling over. 

With a cry like a victorious warrior, Colby exploded his hot seed up Jerri's ass, just like she asked. Flooding her bowels with it, Colby's under-sexed balls let everything loose, filling up Jerri's ass not enough to trickle out, but damn close. 

Colby pulled out of Jerri's ass with a *plop* noise and he went to sit down and get dressed. Jerri meanwhile, gathered up her clothes and headed towards the river. 

"I'm going for a swim. Anyone care to join me?" Jerri said as she walked off naked, her body glistening with sweat and Nick's cum. 

Everyone followed Jerri down to the river and the party continued on there well into the night, ending just another day in the Outback.