The Island
by Hemaccabe
I don’t really know how it all started. These events could have had something to do with it or they may have been a fever dream or a hallucination. Maybe just a false memory or a nap? But they did happen at the same time so that’s how I’ll begin.
The last Friday after Labor day. The last Friday of my summer vacation after my freshman year of High School found me at the local pool.
My parents, loving and decent folk, wanted to encourage me to get out and get some exercise. So at the beginning of summer, after some talk, they had bought me a summer pass to the local swimming pool. I wasn’t fat, but I was doughy. I’d come by it honestly from many hours sitting before the picture tube playing video games while eating chips and drinking sugary sodas. I had succeeded in dodging going to the pool all summer. While nothing had been specifically said, I knew the parental units would start factoring this omission in their parenting algebra. In an effort to head off any negative consequences, I made a big show of getting ready and going swimming that Friday.
I got dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, with my swim trunks underneath. I packed a lunch and a book and I was off to the pool. I was actually chagrined to realize it was fun. I got to the pool when it opened at eight. It was cool and early so I mostly had the pool to myself. I didn’t do anything so industrious as swim laps, but I did horse around and play with some little kids who showed up. Then I had a long sit in the whirlpool. Then it was 11 am and I decided to adjourn to a lounge chair on the unpopular shady side of the pool where I had the area under the shade roof to myself. Six of the towels the pool provides later and I had a cozy comfy nest to eat my lunch and read my book.
Around noon is when the incident happened. I noticed something bright floating on the surface of the pool near the shallow end. I thought it might be an expensive action figure made of translucent plastic, perhaps lost by one of the smaller children who had come that morning, and it would make a nice souvenir.
I waded into the pool and picked up something small. I wasn’t sure if it was a toy or a weird bug. I carried it carefully back to my lounge chair for examination.
When I opened my hand carefully and looked, it was a little Tinker Bell-like fairy. Except she was tiny, smaller than my thumb, a little bug-like and every part of her was made of translucent stuff, with colors like blood red and yellow predominating.
She lay there in my palm for a few seconds. Then she coughed up some water and barf on my palm. She then looked up at me and made a high-pitched noise that sounded like my 28K modem establishing connection. Then zip, she was gone, flown off faster than the eye could follow.
Did that really happen or did I just fall asleep and have a nap and a dream? Who knows? Never seen that critter again. I went back to reading my book.
By one, it had warmed up and more people were starting to arrive. I was thinking about going home, but then Marcia Huetzenplutz showed up with her court. While I was a non-entity and had no success with the fairer sex, Marcia was the undisputed queen of the school and lived a life of such blazing popularity, even nobodies like me were aware of it. Marcia, despite having been a Junior, was already the captain of the cheerleading squad. Wherever she went, she was accompanied by her two ladies in waiting. Connie, a junior nee senior like Marcia who was, not hideous, but chunky. She wore a conservative one piece and had a towel, which she had brought, around her waist as a skirt all afternoon. The towel had clearly been selected to look like a pool towel so as to give the impression Connie was thin enough to use one of those small pool towels as a skirt, which she wasn’t. I expect Connie liked being in Marcia’s orbit because it got her into all sorts of places she couldn’t hope to get on her own, like the best lunch tables and parties. It also meant she was also constantly surrounded by the most eligible males in school. It was understood Connie made sure Marcia’s homework was done, tests had cheating mechanisms in place and her busy social schedule was organized. Marcia was also accompanied by Debbie, a cute freshman nee sophomore, new cheerleader. Debbie was cute and far above any hopes I might have. Debbie no doubt added extra luster to Marcia while being completely non-threatening. Debbie, got to see how life at the top was done and became a clear heir apparent.
Of course, in addition to the girls, there were the boys. Dan Slurken, the football team quarterback and male Adonis, for whom Marcia would be the ultimate trophy. Tom Baker, the Student Council president, well known for being so handsome and charming he could talk the panties off any girl in school, for whom Marcia would be the ultimate accomplishment and Steve Edwards, son of the richest guy in town, who owned the plant where my Dad was a Superintendent, for whom Marcia would be the ultimate status symbol. Then lastly, Dom Bertolli, the football team running back. Unlike Dan, who was expected to go scholarship to a big school and maybe pro, Dom was good, but was unlikely to get much of a scholarship or ever go pro. He clearly had no chance with Marcia, but always seemed to do everything he could to hang around her. Dom did fill out his swim trunks well, but was well known for not being that bright, which was probably why he still thought he had a chance.
While Debbie looked cute in her bikini, Marcia put on an astounding display of pulchritude. She wore a bikini that seemed to be composed of three tiny bright red triangles of cloth and dental floss. Hiding behind my sunglasses and book, I lusted after Marcia all afternoon. The closest thing to lucid thoughts I had were wondering why the models of Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret didn’t look this good? Her long legs and golden hair, her flat belly, her huge round boobs, her amazing hips, the way she looked almost naked when I would get a look at her back and her practically naked rear which could make a grown man weep.
Marcia’s court stayed at the pool until three. I left a while later when I could stand up without embarrassing myself. I biked home. I cleaned up and got into night clothes. My parents were happy, while I was disappointed I hadn’t gone to the pool more. We all definitely agreed I would want to do the pool again next summer and pizza was ordered in from my favorite place for dinner. Later I would watch some Star Trek on TV, then play a little Final Fantasy. Then after an intense masturbation, I was asleep in bed by ten.
As soon as I drifted to sleep in my bed, I woke up lying in sand. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew I was naked. I opened my eyes to see I was in a sandy clearing, surrounded by rocks and bushes. At the other end of the clearing, there was Marcia! In an equal state of undress! I had a split second view of her fully revealed assets and they were magnificent. Then she noticed me, hands covered breasts and vagina, she screamed and ran off.
Well that was interesting.
I looked around and didn’t see anything else so I went for a walk. The sky was cloudy, the temperature pleasant. The ground was made of a silky soft sand that felt pleasant on the feet. I heard a roaring sound, so I headed to that. It was a large spring with water rushing out. Just a bit beyond that I got to a beach. It looked like the ocean, not a lake. I walked along the beach. It wasn’t perfectly straight, sometimes the beach went in and made lagoons, sometimes it went out and made promontories. I’m not some sort of experienced hiker, but it seemed like about four miles when I found myself back at the spring, thirsty. I hadn’t seen any land from the beach, so I knew that meant it was at least ten miles away if it was there.
I drank some water from the spring. It tasted wonderful, better than anything I could ever remember drinking before. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I drank a lot. Then I noticed the bushes, all were the same kind of bush, and all had these little berries. I would say they berries were about the size of a walnut. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I ate one. It was so delicious! I would have eaten more, but after eating just one berry, I was full, like I had just eaten a big meal.
I rested for a while. With nothing better to do, I got up and followed the water from the spring as it flowed into the island. Eventually, the spring water got to these amazing natural baths. There was a waterfall, I stood under it and felt so completely refreshed. Most of the pools were cool, but I found one that was warm like a big hot tub. After playing in the pools for a while I kept going and found a spot where the spring water ran under some rocks that looked almost exactly like a set of commode seats. Then the water flowed out the other side of the island into the sea.
I then found my way back to the clearing where I had woken. I was tired, I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was getting sleepy, soon it got dark and I fell asleep.
I woke up still completely naked there in the silky soft sand. I walked myself down to the commode rocks and relieved myself. Then I went to the spring and drank a big drink of water and ate another berry. Then I went to explore the interior. There wasn’t much to see. I never got another glimpse of Marcia that day. The Island was made of sand and rocks ranging from the size of basketballs to small hills. The Island was also covered in bushes, all the same species, all carrying the same berry. It wasn’t dense, one could walk easily about. There were endless places one could hide if one was so inclined. It was cloudy again the second day, so I made up directions. The clearing where I woke up and slept again was the largest I found and roughly in the middle. I designated the spring as north, the pools as west and the commodes as south. The east side of the Island was more rocky, with sharp bits. There were still bushes there, but I found no water or any other reason to go there. It was hard to get lost. Walk long enough in a given direction and one would find the spring water or beach. I found my way back to the spring that evening and drank some more and ate another berry. I relieved myself in the ocean. Then I went back to the clearing and slept again.
I woke up the third day on the Island. Same weather. I went and relieved myself at the commodes. Then I went to the spring and had breakfast. I walked the beach again, had some more to drink when I got back to the spring. Then I went to pools and hung out. Then ate and relieved myself again and then went back to the big clearing to sleep.
I wasn’t an idiot. I’d read enough fantasy and science fiction to know what was going on, sort of. Marcia and I had been transported to this Island either by some very capable people, which made no sense. Or by aliens or magic, which also made no sense. I’m sure there are covert agencies in the world capable of spiriting Marcia and me from our homes, conveying us to this location without us awaking and leaving us here. Except why would they bother? I mean, I suppose it might make some sense for Marcia, maybe she had already been hauled away to some sex slave nightmare. But why me? Was I mistake? If so, why here? There was nothing here, I had looked. If it was aliens or magic, well their reasons would be inscrutable. It was also most likely this was all some long sort of sexy dream, though it felt very real.
The fourth day was a repeat of the third and I went to sleep thinking, the place might be a bit boring, but it was pleasant.
The fifth day I woke up to find Marcia there with me in the clearing in all her nude glory!
She stood there, covering as best she could her most strategic assets, and looked at me with great hostility.
“How did you do it? How did you get us here to this place?” She asked in a hostile, accusing tone.
“It wasn’t me. I woke up here by surprise. No one has explained anything to me.” I tried to say and defend myself.
“You must know something!?” She screamed.
“I don’t know anything I haven’t learned from walking around this Island the last four days.” I said.
“This is an Island? How’d we get here?” She kept asking.
“Yes, it seems to be an Island and I don’t know.” I answered.
“I’m so scared and thirsty and hungry and horny.” She said dejectedly.
That fourth one surprised me and I wasn’t sure I heard her right.
Her hands dropped and revealed her amazing form. “Well don’t make me wait!” She shouted at me and that was all the encouragement I needed. I was already quite hard from just standing that close to her.
We ran to each other and ended up in the sand. There was no foreplay and I’m sure my style had all the grace of a dog in heat. Still, I was a virgin and it was as amazing as I would have expected being with Marcia would be and more. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
I didn’t last long and came hard. I think Marcia did as well. As blood began to trickle back into my brain and I was trying to think of something to say like, “Thank-you for what will certainly be the most amazing experience of my unworthy life.”
She looked up at me with a strange little smile and said, “Thank-you, that was wonderful.”
My ego had never been so well stroked.
I took her by the hand to the commodes where we both took care of business without pretense or the possibility of privacy. Then I took her to the spring and said “Drink here, it’s very sweet.”
“Augh, I tried that water before, it was awful.” She replied, but still she quickly came forward and drank a small amount.
“No drink more,” I said, “You need to stay hydrated.”
She grimaced but took a long drink. “It’s still bad, but I guess I’m getting used to it.”
“Now eat this,” I said picking a random berry from one of the bushes and handing it to her.
“Ohh! those also taste terrible.” She answered but ate it as well. “They still taste terrible too, but I guess that’s all there is.”
Then I took her on a walk around the Island beach so she could see it was an Island. When we got back to the spring, we both drank again.
Then I took her to the baths.
“Oh this is amazing, I hadn’t found this place before.” She exclaimed.
I put myself under the falls which left me feeling so clean, like a long very careful shower.
Then Marcia went under and seemed to preen. It was amazing. I had seen her briefly this morning before we did the deed, and little bits here and there, but mostly we had been walking, me leading her by the hand. It would have been totally uncool to look sideways and stare. Finally, as she went under the falls I could drink in her full magnificent beauty.
I had developed another hard on staring at her.
She saw that and blushed! Then she looked at me and said, “I know something all boys want.”
She led me to one of the cool pools and had me sit on the side. Then she knelt before me which was very erotic in it’s own way. She spread my knees and before I knew what she was doing she had leaned forward and taken my member in her mouth. It’s hard to say which was better, which is to say, it was so very good. She didn’t have to wait long for me to erupt in her mouth. She drank it all down with a satisfied, cat got the canary smile. She drank a bit of water to clean out her mouth then she kissed me. It was so good in a completely different way.
I took her beautiful body in my arms, so aware as we rubbed against each other, how naked we were and we continued to kiss for a long time. Then I was hard again and I put it in her. This time, perhaps having already come twice today, I lasted a more respectable time. Marcia came repeatedly and hard. Finally, I came for the third time that day.
We washed again and I led her to the same cool pool. She let me carefully examine every square inch of her body. Obviously, there were certain areas I spent more time on. She was as exquisite close up as she was from a distance.
We adjourned to the warm pool and snuggled. We would do more necking and in between we talked. She told me of her angry abusive father and absent mother. How she was always worried she wouldn’t measure up. How she wouldn’t likely get a scholarship and she was hoping she could marry well. She knew she could have any of her three obvious suitors, but was worried they would forget about her when they went to college.
As it got later in the evening, I took her for another drink of water and berry. Then we went back to the clearing. We had another round of intense groping and necking followed by a last intense session of lovemaking. When she finally finished coming for the last time, she said to me, “I love you.“
“I know.“ I replied.
Then as the sun set we fell asleep in each others arms. I had visions of what sorts of sexy, depraved fun we might have on day six.
I awoke at 7:30am the next day to my alarm. I looked, it was Saturday morning, the day after I had been to the pool. Was it all a dream? Otherwise it had to be magic. It had felt so real. Probably just a weird, wonderful sexy dream.
The pool had closed for the season on Friday. Saturday was chores and school shopping with my Mom. Sunday was a last day to hang out with my friends, play video games and be ready for school the next day. Nothing happened those nights.
Monday morning dawned and to school I went. I hung out with my little group of friends. Attended new classes and basically, it was good day. As I was leaving the school, there was Marcia in a hallway! She was wearing a knock out outfit of tight sweater, exposed 2 inches of midriff and a short skirt that showed a huge amount of her long toned legs.
There didn’t seem to be anyone around her and I just had to know so I walked up to her and just before I got to her, she saw me and said, “Dom, this nerd is bothering me.”
Whatever Dom lacked in eligibility, he more than made up for in mad dog devotion. I ran. He chased. I was wearing my heavy school backpack and he was the school running back so he should have caught me quickly, but I seemed through sheer adrenaline and fear to be keeping away. As I exited the school and took a curve to find myself in an area beside the school which was out of view, I hoped to hide in a bush. Just as I thought that, I was pushed from behind and went down hard.
“Ah” I realized, “he just wanted to herd me to a less visible space before he killed me.”
Dom picked me up by the front of my shirt and punched me in the gut harder than I had ever been hit in my life. The air went out of me.
Then Dom started talking. “I understand. She’s so beautiful. You loose your head. Think you have a chance when there is just no way.”
Then he punched me in the other side of the gut with his other hand. “You won’t bother her again will you?”
“No, no, I promise.” I answered, panicked and without dignity.
“Now I should beat your face in. Throw you to the ground and kick you for a while, maybe break a rib, but you don’t need me to do that right?” He asked sincerely.
“No no, message sent.” I answered.
“Okay, but you understand, I have to keep up appearances. People have to believe I would do those things. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Just don’t come to school tomorrow. Then try to look more hurt when you come on Wednesday. Okay?” He asked.
I nodded hard.
“Good. Go home now.” Dom said.
She had called me a “nerd” and sicked Dom on me. My internal devil’s advocate said she hadn’t denied what happened on the Island, but it seemed the preponderance of the evidence was for dream.
I didn’t go back to school till Wednesday. I used some of my Mom’s makeup to simulate bruising on my face. I just used the bruising on my stomach as a guide.
Dom actually checked on me and made sure I was okay. I understood he was just fulfilling a role in the school hierarchy and his beating had not been venal.
After that, things went well for me that year. I went out for track. They basically let anyone go out for track. But that meant I was running and had a school letter. They got me on a weight program and the doughy slowly went away and a little definition started happening. I was still a nerd and my grades remained good. Most importantly, I met Denise. She was my, sort of, girlfriend. Mostly we studied and did homework together. She was another straight A student and in many of my classes. She was stronger in English and History, I had the edge in Math and Science. We were both okay in Spanish. We’d also gone for walks and seen two movies together, but the farthest it went was holding hands and two times when she gave me pecks on the cheek. There was one time when it seemed like she wanted me to kiss her, but before I figured it out and was ready to make my move, her Dad yelled for her and broke the moment.
The year had come to an end and my parents had bought me the pool summer pass again. I went the Tuesday after Memorial Day. It was basically a replay of the last time, except no strange Tinker Bell. Also Marcia, who had graduated, never came. However, Monica, Stella and Debbie did. Monica had always been Marcia’s main rival on the cheerleading team, with long dark hair, amazing blue eyes and an incredible, athletic figure. She was set to be the Team Captain this year. Stella was her number two, an incredibly hot Latina babe. Debbie was the same Debbie, but another year of growth and maturation had seen her grow from cute to smoking. Milk does a body good. It goes without saying that they were wearing very hot bikinis so as to mark their territory.
I fantasized about them all afternoon from behind my sunglasses and book. A pleasant evening of playing video games and I was in bed after another intense masturbation and asleep by ten.
I awoke naked lying in sand. I sat up fast and found myself lying alone on the north side of the clearing and there were Monica, Stella and Debbie, also waking up on the south side of the clearing, completely nude.
I enjoyed the view until they noticed me, hands shot to strategic assets and they ran off screaming.
A little walk around confirmed everything was the exact same as last time. Maybe this was a dream, but hopefully it would be a good dream too. At the spring, I drank and ate a berry, still wonderful and went for a run around the Island. After a year of track, I could say with greater certainty that it was about four miles. Another drink at the Spring. The afternoon at the pools. Another run around the Island. Another drink and berry and off to sleep.
The second day was a copy of the first. I didn’t see any of the girls. Two runs, two meals, some soaking and sleep.
The third morning I was expecting more of the same when who should walk, bent over, trying desperately to cover her most valuable assets, but Stella!
“Hello, what can I do for you?” I asked.
“Umm, I haven’t been able to find almost anything to eat or drink. I’m so hungry and thirsty. Do you know where to find something?” She asked.
Right then, I felt something get into me.
“Come here.” I said.
She walked up to me.
“You were very naughty. Ran away from me that first day. Like I wasn’t a person. Like I was some sort of sex predator. Didn’t give me a chance to say anything. Ignored me for two days. Now you’re only back because you’re hungry, not because you’re worried about me. I think a consequence is in order.”
I sat down on a flat rock which was just about the right height and took her left hand with mine, exposing her beautiful round tits, and pulled her across my lap. If she wanted to fight, she could have, she was in excellent physical condition and I hardly was using a death grip. This left her rear end draped across my lap. Stella had an amazing rear end. Like a young Jennifer Lopez, only better. I started spanking her. I wasn’t slamming it, I barely left a mark. Every so often I’d stop to feel her rear end up. The third time, I checked her vagina and it was quite wet. I kept at it and the third time I checked her vagina, fairly thoroughly, I’m pretty sure she came.
I pushed her down to the sand. I didn’t ask permission, but it was hardly force. She definitely didn’t run away. I mounted her and slipped easily into her well lubricated passage. I rode her to our mutual great pleasure. I did better than I had with Marcia, but came quickly.
Stella had a funny grin on her face.
I took Stella to the commodes and we did our business. Then I took her to the spring. “Here is water.” I said.
“Oh I had found this place, this water is so bad.” She said.
I had a year of thinking about my dream with Marcia.
“Tell me now, how do you feel about me.” I asked.
Stella looked at me and then surprised said, “I love you. I love you with all my heart.”
“Tell me, will you do what I say?” I asked.
Once again, there was the surprised look on her face and she replied, “Yes, I would do anything you asked.”
“Without hesitation, no matter how dirty or low?” I pushed.
“Yes, completely. If you asked me, I’d want to do it.” She answered.
“Is this how you felt a little while ago?”
“No, but when we had sex, everything changed.” She answered.
“Then drink.” I ordered.
She drank.
“Eat this.” I said, offering her a berry.
She ate.
“How did it taste to you?”
“Really bad, but not as bad as yesterday, or more like I’m used to it.” She answered.
I ate and drank as well.
Then we went for a run. Stella was in great shape so she could keep up a good pace. I made her run before me so I could admire her running form and amazing rear. Anytime she got too close, I gave her ass a slap. About half way around the Island, rather than slapping her, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the sand. I put myself into her again to our mutual pleasure. I lasted longer and I think I did better. She came many times.
After a short rest, we finished our jog and got another drink. Then I took her to the pools. I took a turn under the waterfall for that squeaky clean feel and then enjoyed the show she put on for me under the waterfall.
Then I took her to the spot by a cool pool where I could recline. Then I had her kneel before me and use her mouth to pleasure me. It was very good. It took longer than with Marcia which I realized gave me more pleasure. Stella also enjoyed drinking down my come. After a quick washout, we sat and hung out. We talked about her life and what she wanted. When I was ready, we necked and groped and then had sex again. I enjoyed inspecting every square inch of Stella. Then, when I thought I was played out, I leaned back in the warm pool and had Stella get out.
I had Stella kneel on her knees, keeping them about shoulder width apart. Then lace her fingers behind her neck and push her elbows way back. That arched her back putting her lovely breasts prominently on display.
“Don’t forget to smile.” I added and she smiled like kneeling this way was her life’s dream.
I don’t know where this came from, but then I said, “As you kneel, remember, this position is your statement that you give up all independence and devote yourself completely to me, becoming my completely obedient slave.”
After a while, seeing her hold that position got me crazy again and I came out of the pool and had her again.
As it got toward evening, we went to the commodes again and then to the spring. I made her drink and eat again. Then we went back to the clearing. I had her one last slow time and then we slept.
In the morning on the fourth day, I was still on the Island, but Stella was gone.
As I was pulling myself up, who should walk into the clearing but Debbie. She looked funny but hot as she did the walk of futility bent over, trying to hide her most strategic bits.
From several yards away she demanded, “What did you do with Stella?”
There was a rock near the north end of the clearing. It was wide, flat and smooth, about as wide and deep as a park bench, well, love seat. I got myself up and sat on that again.
“I did a lot of things with Stella. If you were watching us, you would have seen.” I replied with a smirk.
“You know what I mean. Where is she?” She yelled.
“I know a lot of stuff about this place, I’ve been here before. If you hadn’t run off like a shrieking chicken on the first day, I would have told you everything I know. Last night Stella went home. She’s perfectly safe.” I replied.
“You know how we can get home?” Debbie asked far more meekly.
“Yes and I would be happy to tell you if you came here.” I answered.
She approached. When she got within arm’s reach I gently reached out and moved her arms to her sides. She let me.
“Now kneel.” I said and gently pushed her to her knees between my legs. “On the first day, I would have given you everything for free. Now the price has gone up. You’ll have to take care of that for me.” I said gesturing to my morning wood.
“No, I’ve never had one of those in my mouth. It’s icky!” She refused.
“If you want to go home, you have to at least give it a try.” I demanded.
Her reserve broke and she started to give my manhood little kisses and licks. Slowly she went from completely unwilling to voracious, like a fire went on in her belly. Soon she was deep throating me with total focus and devotion. I had more experience now than I had that day with Marcia and the day before with Stella had given my junk a real workout. However, I was also a 14 year old male and being given an amazing bj by a sexy cheerleader. Once again my spunk came quickly and she drank down every drop.
I pulled her up and it seemed like her resistance was pretty broken. I leaned forward and motorboated her pert, beautiful young boobs that had developed so nicely in the last year. Debbie allowed everything including long inspections of every part of her body. My manhood had re-risen to the occasion so I pushed her down into the sand and I entered her. It was then I realized she was a virgin. I gave her a long, long ride.
I lost count of how many times she came as she began to moan with deep pleasure. She had a tightness that was incredible. Finally, it pulled my stuff out of me a second time. At that point she had that funny smile on her face.
“Tell me now, how do you feel about me.” I asked a second girl.
“I’m totally in love with you.” She answered.
“Tell me, will you do what I say?” I asked.
Once again, there was the surprised look on her face and she replied, “Yes, I would do anything you asked.”
“Without hesitation, no matter how dirty or low?” I pushed.
“Yes, completely. If you asked me, I’d want to do it.” She answered.
How interesting.
I took her to the commodes and then the spring. I made her eat and drink. Then I ran her around the Island. Once again I lost my reserve about half way and had her again. She was so sweet.
Then I made her crawl the rest of the way on her hands and knees while heeling.
“Remember, this crawling demonstrates you’re my obedient slave.” I explained.
When we got back to the spring, I made her drink from my hand.
Then I took her to the baths. I let her stand under the waterfall, more because I wanted her clean and I enjoyed the show.
We hung out and talked then. I let her tell me her story. Loving parents. Good grades. Looking to get a scholarship and go to college. We interspersed necking and groping sessions. I also had her do an hour of kneeling. She gave me two more bjs before the day was done and I don’t know how many more times I used her sweet slot.
We fell asleep in the clearing and the next morning she was gone.
As I got up, who should come into the clearing, Monica doing the walk of futility. Monica was so fiery when she did the standard speech. I just sat on my stone bench and waited. Slowly but steadily she got closer and closer. When she was close enough, without warning, I put two fingers into her vagina. She was so wet.
During her stunned silence which I knew was but the prequel to another storm I smirked as I said, “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”
Then before she could reply I pushed her down into the sand and entered her. She had no real resistance. Within moments she was coming. Two days of all the sex I could take left me ready to take my time and I did. Monica might not have been as tight as Debbie, but she was smooth and she knew how to use her body to please me. Once again my cum left her with a silly smile which I confirmed meant she was tamed. I took care of her needs and we went for a run. This time I just enjoyed making her run. We didn’t stop half way. Monica had the longest legs and there was just something glorious about watching her run naked. I found a piece of bush and made a nice long switch. Every time she slowed I gave her a swat. We rounded the island twice.
I didn’t let her drink at the spring. She watched as I drank, a subtle gesture on my part showing my dominance. I then took her to the pools.
“To drink, you must kneel on your hands and knees and drink only with your mouth.” I ordered.
She knelt and began to drink. Her rear and vagina were completely exposed to me in the position. I walked around her as she desperately lapped water as quickly as she could. She was something amazing. Then I knelt behind her and took her that way. It was different and the same and so good.
Then we washed. I enjoyed the show and then gave her the head to toe inspection touching and inspecting each part of her willingly offered body. When I got hard again, I had her give me a blow job. Then I rested while she knelt before me, her body on display beautifully. I fell asleep and had a nap. When I awoke, she remained in position. I let her get up and soak with me in the warm pool.
Then, after soaking with me for a bit, without encouragement, she got out and danced for me. She was naked and beautiful. She could do things with her hips. I could see cheerleading moves in the dance, but also belly dancing and things I had no name for. Clearly the goal was to arouse me again and it worked. We had another marathon session just before dark and then we fell asleep in the central clearing.
I awoke to my alarm in my bedroom. What a dream.