The Island
Chapter 2
That had been quite a dream. Crazy sexy fun with three of the hottest girls in school. I had to be reasonable. It had to be a dream. I was lucky I hadn’t soiled the bed. While the fact that it wasn’t real was kind of disappointing, it had been real in the dream and really good. I was grateful.
It also, strangely, gave me a new level of confidence. So I called Denise.
After a few rings she picked up, “Hi Denise, I was going to the pool today. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me? If you’re not a member, I do have some guest passes you’d be welcome to.”
“Oh, okay.” She replied. “I’m a member too. I guess it would be fun to go to the pool.”
“Oh great.” I said, trying hard to keep my cool. “I generally bring a snack, some lunch and a book. But we can stay as little or as long as you like.”
“That’s fine.” She replied. “I’ll pack some things.”
“Oh, don’t forget some sunglasses and sunscreen.” I added probably unnecessarily.
She laughed at that. “I won’t.”
“All right, as soon as I’m packed up, I’ll bike over and we can bike to the pool together?” I asked.
“Fine. I shouldn’t be long.” She replied and hung up.
Wow. This was almost like a real date. How far could I move things along today? We’d have to see.
I biked over and Denise was ready and waiting for me. We then biked to the pool, locked our bikes down and proceeded inside.
I showed her where I normally camped out. We loaded up the loungers in the otherwise empty area with towels and disrobed. I was wearing my standard, just above the knee, board short trunks. Denise was wearing a bikini.
Oh. My. Goodness.
It wasn’t some hyper sheer mini-thong. It was a respectable suit with wide sides, full coverage and thick straps, not floss. However, Denise was a girl who seemed to get her fashion cues from shows like Blossom. Her clothing tended to be wide, multi-layered, covering and shapeless. I had never seen her like this. Wow.
Objectively, was she hotter than Debbie who was about the same age? In a conventional beauty sense, no. But Denise was here with me in the real world and she was much so much hotter than one would have expected.
We helped each other with sunscreen. No it wasn’t the salacious rubbing of lotion all over her body. She took care of most of herself and I did for me. Then she helped me get my back covered. It was the first time she put her hands on me. Then she let me help her with her back. It was the first time I put my hands on her.
The day went the way most of my days at the pool went. We swam in the morning. She mostly did laps, but we horsed around a bit together too. Around eleven, we retreated to our lounge chairs and had lunch. As the pool got busy, we hung out behind our sunglasses and read our books.
I was constantly and intensely aware that there was an attractive, nearly naked girl right next to me and here because I had asked her.
Around three she asked to go home and I rode home with her. I got my third small peck on the cheek.
I rode home. Cleaned up and could do nothing else that night but lie on my bed. Eventually I rubbed out a massive one and fell asleep, probably around seven.
I woke up lying in sand.
I sat up immediately and looked. There was Denise in all her glory! Wow. She saw me and immediately started to do the cover up and run away thing.
I yelled, “Denise wait!”
She waited, looking at me bent over and trying desperately to cover.
“Don’t look at me!” She yelled.
I turned around.
“I just wanted to explain. I don’t know how we got here, but I’ve been here a few times. I can show you where things are. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
“Do you know where there are any clothes? Do you know how to get home?” She asked, clearly at an almost panicked level.
“I don’t think there are any clothes, but I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones here.” I answered.
“What about going home?” She asked plaintively.
How do I answer? Once we do the wild thing you’ll go home that night? “After a few days, you wake up at home in your own bed or wherever you fell asleep.”
“How many days?” She asked.
“It varies, sometimes as little as three sometimes as many as five. The Island decides.” I answered.
“We’re on an Island? How did we get here?” She continued.
“Not sure. Essentially, you could say magic. How ever many days we spend here, we wake up the next day back home when we go back. I think I should show you where the bathrooms are, I have to go.” I answered.
“Okay.” She answered.
I took her to the commodes. She kept her back turned to me when I used them and insisted on the same courtesy when she did her business.
I then led her to the spring.
“This water is safe to drink. It tastes great to me, but the other girls who have been on the Island all say it tastes bad. Unfortunately, it’s the only water so try and make the best of it.” I explained.
I took a long drink. She took a quick sip, said a bad word and spit. Then she drank again, clearly forcing herself. I also showed her the berries. Her response was about the same. I then took her for a walk around the Island so she could see.
Then we drank some more and I showed her the pools. She made sure I looked a different way, though I caught her on several occasions checking me out. We talked. I didn’t admit that I knew any of the girls who had been here before or that I was the only guy. I also didn’t explain how sex was the magic trick that got you home.
On the second day she insisted we search the Island for different sources of food and water or some way off. I indulged her. They were as absent as they had always been.
I wasn’t worried. I knew there was something about the Island that worked on girls. On day one and two, they could be very stand offish. By day five, they were very friendly. I had waited a year. I could wait three more days.
Day three went by uneventfully. As we would chat, Denise would lose her train of thought. I also noticed at least once where she made noises that sounded like she was rubbing one out.
Day four, she was more distracted. She no longer was bothering to cover herself or objecting to me looking. She also pleasured herself several times without shame.
On day five, I let things start like normal, but took her to the pools right after eating. Before we got into the pools, I turned and faced her. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. When she saw I was frankly gazing at her, she slowly tried to cover up. I gently moved her arms to her side. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me. There was no resistance. I kissed her deeply and well. She responded and at some point put her arms around my neck. Her beautiful naked body pressed itself to mine. I leaned her down into the sand and took her virginity. It was better than any other experience I had yet had on the Island.
When we were done, she had that silly little smile on her face.
“Tell me how you feel about me.” I said.
“I love you completely.” She replied shyly.
“Will you obey me in all things?” I asked.
“Yes.” She answered.
We washed her blood off us in one of the fast running pools. I made her wash herself before me in the waterfall. I enjoyed the view for the first time.
I had her take a long, long drink. Then go get a berry from a nearby bush and had her eat it.
Then I examined every square inch of her and enjoyed her nude beauty and by the time I was finished I was ready again.
I had her pleasure me with her mouth. It was clearly the first time she had ever done it, but it was also really good.
We would spend the rest of the day making love whenever my body was ready again and that was many times. Her body, we found, was very ready all the time.
After a last long intense session, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I awoke in my bed. Wow what a dream.
It was after eight so I called Denise. I was all set to say something like, “Hey Denise, want to do something today?”
I was thinking there was a small crappy mall heavily frequented by the local kids like us who were confined to bicycles. The mall had a food court. Maybe we could go for lunch and catch a movie?
Before I could ask any of that, Denise cut me off, she sounded upset, “I don’t think I should see you anymore.” Then she hung up.
Either the Island was a dream, in which case things seemed like they had been going so well yesterday or it was real in which case things seemed to have gone so much better last night. Either way, Denise’s response made no sense at all. I was really upset. Maybe the smart move wasn’t to go to her house, but I did.
I knew Denise was alone in the house since her parents would both be at work. So I banged on her front door.
“Go away!” I heard her say inside.
“No, you have to open this door and explain what’s wrong!” I yelled back.
Then the last thing I expected happened. Maybe thirty seconds later, the door opened. Denise was standing there in a white T-shirt and simple blue jeans. The jeans weren’t anything crazy sexy, but they were tighter and more form fitting than anything she normally wore. She had that silly smile on her face.
“What happened?” I asked. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” she said as she moved to give me space to enter. I came through the door and we went to her family room and we sat next to each other on the sofa which was much closer than we normally sat.
“Please explain to me why you said what you said on the phone if you can?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to explain what happened, so I guess I’ll start from the beginning. For a long time now I’ve been thinking about whether we should take the next step and go from friends to boyfriend-girlfriend. Part of me liked the way we were, part of me was curious and a little interested. I also wasn’t sure how you felt about me, I mean, I know you like me, but did you like me that way? You never seemed to try and kiss me, even though I had kissed you three times. I think if you had told me you were really interested or gave me a kiss back, I would have at least wanted to try the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I admit, I also enjoyed the slow pace, not feeling forced or rushed was so comfortable.”
“Hmm,” I thought to myself, “if I had only had the guts to make a move, we’d have been making out for months. I’m officially an idiot.”
“So what happened this morning?” I asked out loud.
“That’s hard to explain. I had this crazy dream last night. I couldn’t remember everything, though I remembered we were marooned on a tropical island and it was very sexy. When I woke up, I had this terrible feeling that if I saw you again, I would not only be consenting to a deeply sexual relationship, but also giving up all my freedom. It made me feel sick to my stomach.” She explained.
“So what changed?” I asked.
“When I heard you through the door order me to open it, suddenly I remembered the whole Island dream clearly and how much I wanted to be with you and do whatever you say. How doing whatever you say would make me so happy.” She explained with that silly smile.
“So it was the order?” I asked.
“I guess so, maybe that’s just when I remembered?” She replied unsure.
“But now you love me and would do anything I asked?” I asked.
“Yes.” She said shyly.
I pulled her, still clothed, across my lap and we had a long necking session. Her clothing, then my clothing all came off and we took each other’s non-Island virginity. Luckily, while we were on the carpet, we were also on a mound of our clothes so we inflicted no permanent stains on the deep pile.
We cleaned up and went back to my place. Once at my house, we played sexy fun and games till four. Then we got dressed in time for my parents to get home. Denise stayed for dinner and then till eight while we chastely remained clothed. Ostensibly she was hanging out while I played video games, in fact there was a fair amount of snuggling and kissing when I thought the parental units weren’t nearby.
I rode home with her by bike and kissed her at the door.
I was so happy.
That night, I had an idea. There was a way to test the theory. If I could get close enough to Debbie, Stella and/or Monica and give them an order, would it also make them go back to the way they were on the Island? I had to know!
The next morning, Denise called me as soon as her parents left. I biked over. I went inside and let her give me a quick BJ as I needed it bad. Then I explained my plan. Denise seemed a little sad that she might not remain the sole object of my affection, but she was absolutely ready to help.
We went to Debbie’s house first. I stayed back by some bushes and Denise knocked and asked Debbie to come outside. Debbie came outside wearing a cute T-Shirt and shorts. I was standing about five feet behind Debbie when I said, “Debbie, turn around.”
It was nothing threatening or crazy if it didn’t work, but it was clearly a command. Debbie turned around and when she saw me, she froze for about thirty seconds. Then a silly smile came on her face. She confirmed she remembered the Island once she heard me give her a command, loved me and would obey me in all things. Two more visits and Stella and Monica had joined my little harem all before 10 am.
A little talk determined that Stella’s house was the best place for us to go. Stella’s mom had passed away when she was four. Her Dad had never remarried. Stella had been raised by a sequence of nannies until age twelve when her Dad determined she no longer needed one. Stella’s Dad was one of the wealthier men in town. He was a lawyer who did some kind of corporate work which would require him to frequently travel. He was home two days a week on average and today was not one of those days. Apparently, it was common for Debbie and Monica to hang out at Stella’s till late. Denise and I had no trouble convincing our parents we would be spending the evening at a friend’s home.
We got to Stella’s and I first ordered all four of them, “Go strip naked and fold up your clothes over there.”
They all quickly complied.
Then I ordered, “Go get some towels or blankets so if we make a mess, it will be easy to clean.”
Towels and blankets were laid out by my new sexy naked slaves.
I sat down on the couch and had Denise come sit by me. I was intensely aware that I was still clothed and they were naked. I realized it was another way that I was sending the clear message, I’m the Master, you’re the slaves.
“You three, kneel on the floor before me, you know how.” I ordered.
All three kneeled, knees about shoulder width apart with their hands clasped behind their necks, backs arched.
They were as amazing as I remembered from the Island.
“Denise is my queen and the first among my slaves. You must obey her as well. Denise, you may give orders on my behalf if you think it will please me. Do you all understand?” I asked.
They all nodded.
“When you respond to me in private, respond ‘Yes Master.’”
“Yes Master!” All four girls said.
After that my reserve pretty much evaporated.
I’m not sure exactly what happened. What I know for certain, I got naked. I started necking with Denise while Stella was sucking on my dick for all she was worth. Debbie and Monica were dancing naked for me.
When I came, Stella drank it down. Then I started examining Monica. She was an incredibly hot senior. It was like one of my girlie magazines had come to life. When my dick got hard again from staring I put it in Monica while I made out with Debbie.
The rest of the day was a blur of sex and naked body parts. The only thing I was careful about was Debbie. I knew she was still a virgin. I wanted that to be special for her so I didn’t use her that way.
Eventually, I called home and told my parents I was eating at a buddy’s house. We ordered in pizza. Stella got dressed and paid for it. Around nine I took Denise home and Monica drove Debbie home.
It was weird lying in my bed that night. During the day I was so powerful. The unquestioned Master of four beautiful girls. Then there were the times on the Island when I could be the absolute Master. Then I had to go to home where I was just a random high-school kid who had to be in by curfew and in bed at a reasonable time. It was so weird. I wondered how this felt to the girls. One day they’re free, the next, the unquestioned slaves of some random Junior boy.
I took a deep breath. I realized as much fun as this was and as intensely compelling, I still needed to graduate high-school. I also wanted to go to college. It might be fun having sex slaves, but I still needed to be able to pay for a house someday. Have a life. I accepted the Island was some kind of magic. If there was any lesson one got from reading endless fantasy novels, it was that magic could come and go. Sex would be like drinking, which I never did and I never did drugs, but I understood, it could be fun, but I couldn’t be obsessed.
The next day I went to Denise’s early in the morning, just after her parents left. She was wearing a tighter T-Shirt and shorts! I took her to her bedroom, took off her clothes and made slow love to her.
“Why didn’t you have the other girls come over?” She asked when we were done.
“You’re special. I wanted some special alone time with just you.” I answered.
She blushed and smiled when I said that.
I had come over dressed for the pool and I watched as Denise got dressed while I called Monica. “Gather up Stella and Debbie and meet us at the pool.”
We all settled down at the pool a little further forward than I normally would. Denise had worn her normal bikini, but Monica, Stella and Debbie had worn their hyper skimpy bathing wear, I suspect in an effort to get my attention.
“When we’re in public,” I explained quietly before there were many people around, “you three have accepted Denise as part of your clique. As I’m Denise’s boyfriend, you tolerate my presence. However, if people see us going at it in public, it will raise questions we don’t want to have to answer. You can treat me in a friendly way, but not sexy. In private, we can do what we did yesterday.”
They all nodded and I think they got it.
At first I was really excited about how Monica, Stella and Debbie were dressed. The problem was we spent all day having big, beefy guys come hit on them and I was gritting my teeth.
We all went back to Stella’s, this time we ordered in Chinese. We had another orgy driven by the pent up energy staring all day had built up in me. I was also a little rougher as I felt my territory had been challenged and I wanted to reassert dominance. After coming a few times I calmed down. We then played some games.
I ate my Chinese off Stella’s stomach, while Debbie made her breasts a convenient cup holder. Denise sat to my left like a good girlfriend and Monica kneeled between my legs, using her mouth to pleasure me all while I watched the huge TV in Stella’s family room. It was a very pleasant meal.
That night we were on the Island again. Monica, Stella, Debbie and me.
This was strange. We went to the commodes, then the spring. I made them all drink fully and eat a whole berry.
“Debbie, at home, are you still a virgin?” I asked.
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“Come here.” I ordered.
I put my fingers in her. She was already wet. She was also definitely not a virgin.
I pushed her down gently into the sand and had her again. It was as good as the first time.
“Okay, when we get back, Denise does not find out we came here without her. Understood?” I ordered.
All three replied, “Yes Master.”
I made a point of only having sex with Debbie that day but making sure Stella and Monica got chances to please me with their mouths. I also made sure the girls all drank a lot and ate at least two berries each day they were present. The next morning I woke in sand with Stella and Monica, but Debbie was gone. Well that cleared up another rule.
I had some ideas for a surprise for Debbie which I explained to Monica and Stella. Of course, they agreed. I spent the day doing two circuits of the Island in the morning and another two in the evening. Of course, there was plenty of time for fun in the middle and I made a point of having sex with each girl at least once. That was not difficult. They were gorgeous, naked and very ready.
The next morning I awoke in my bed. I called Monica, “Do you remember what we talked about on the Island?”
“About what happened to Stella Master?” She replied confused.
“Monica, meet me at Stella’s house.” I ordered.
Thirty seconds later, “Oh we were on the Island again.” Monica said in a tone of dawning realization, “You mean about Debbie Master?”
“Yes. Get to it. I’m calling Stella.” I replied.
I called Stella, “Is your Dad home today?”
“Nope, not for a few days. The coast is clear Master.” She responded eagerly.
“What are you wearing?” I asked.
“A T-shirt Master.” She answered.
“After this call is over, get naked and rub one out thinking of me.” I ordered.
Thirty seconds later. “Oh we were on the Island again Master.”
“Yes, do you remember what we discussed about Debbie?”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“After your rub, get to it.” I ordered.
“Yes Master.” She answered with a smile in her voice.
I called Debbie.
“Debbie, are you alone?” I asked.
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“When this call is over, rub one out thinking of me.” I ordered.
Thirty seconds later. “Were on the Island again Master?”
“Yes honey.” I answered. “I want to take you out on a date tonight? Will you come?”
“Of course Master.” She answered.
“I want you to wear a nice dress. Get made up nice. Make sure you’re wearing some pretty white lingerie underneath. I’m taking you to a nice place.” I ordered.
“Why just me Master?” She asked.
“I want you to know that you’re special to me.” I replied.
I then went to Denise’s house. She let me in and after we had disrobed and spent some quality time with each other she asked, “Do you want to go join the other girls Master?”
“No, today is just for you. Unfortunately, I have a thing tonight so I’ll have to leave you at four.” I answered and she smiled.
We spent the day just hanging out and having a good time. She was nude and I was either nude or mostly as well. We hade sex. We did some studying of summer materials. We hade sex. We ate the lunch she made. We hade sex. We watched a movie. We hade sex and then it was time to let her get cleaned up for when her parents got home and for me to leave. I gave her a long kiss and said, “See you tomorrow?”
“Of course Master.” She replied with a smile.
I went home. Got showered and primped. Put on my nice suit and called Stella, “Is everything set?“
“Yes Master.” She answered.
I called Monica, “I’m ready is everything set?”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
It was quarter of so I said, “Come get me.”
“Yes Master.” She answered. “I’ll be right there.
Monica had the only regular access to a car in our group, an old Mercury Sable. She generally kept it clean, but I could tell she had spent time and effort that day getting it sparkling clean in and out. It was as close as I could get to a limousine. I stood on the curb and Monica got out dressed as a chauffer. She had a dark navy blazer over a white button down blouse and a cute little bow tie. She also was wearing a matching short pleated skirt, stockings and black heels. She even had the matching cap. She was sexy as hell.
She got out, walked around the car and opened the door for me, “At your pleasure Master.” She said with a smile.
I got in the back seat.
We went to Debbie’s house and she answered the door wearing a very pretty pink and blue dress that ended substantially above the knees.
I gave her a rose Monica had picked up for me and led her to the car. Once again Monica did an excellent job in her role of chauffer.
Once we were seated in the back I said, “Driver, to the restaurant!”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
Monica drove us the few blocks to Stella’s house and let us out.
I led Debbie to the door and walked in.
There was Stella dressed in a sexy maid’s outfit.
“May I show you to your table Master?” She asked.
“Yes.”
Stella led us to the dining room table where I held out a chair for Debbie and Stella pulled out my chair.
Stella then served us an excellent meal. We had learned that Stella was an excellent cook, having had the chance to do all the cooking in the house since she was twelve. She had made me a fine steak and a grilled chicken breast for Debbie. There was also a salad, soup and desert course and all were delicious.
After dinner, I took Debbie to the living room and danced with her. It started formally, but by the second song we were necking on our feet. At the end of the second song I led her back to Stella’s bedroom. In the bedroom I took off my jacket and tie. Then I pulled her dress off gently. She was wearing a bra and panties that were very white and very frilly and made me very hard. I finished undressing. As I was undressing, Debbie started to move, standing on her feet, her body seemed to gently sway, not really dancing, just as if she was consumed by lust. It was the most erotic thing I had seen in my life up to that moment.
As soon as my clothes were off I grabbed her. Her bra and panties did not last long. I put her down on Stella’s bed and entered her wonderfully wet and slick passage.
As I penetrated her virginity, the tightness made the pleasure so incredibly intense. I tried to be patient and kind, but I didn’t last very long and I came with great jets of my seed into her body till I was very empty. Then, for the first time in my life, I fell asleep in the real world with a woman in my arms.
Debbie had cleared the night out by telling her parents she was staying at Monica’s. I had told my parents that I was staying over at a one of my buddies to play video games all night.
The next morning, Debbie and I kissed. Then we showered together and gently washed each other’s bodies. Debbie gave me a wonderful come with her mouth. That was something special about Debbie. Any of my four girls, if you asked them, “Would you like to clean a public rest room with your tongue?”
The answer would be “No.”
But if I hinted I might like them to, they’d be happily on their hands and knees licking away. No, I had not made them clean public bathrooms with their mouths. The same principle went for giving me a blowjob. If you asked them before, “Do you want a man’s dirty thing in your mouth?”
They would say “No.”
But since I wanted it, they were all into it. Except Debbie. I’m not sure, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact I made her pleasure me that way first on the Island, I think Debbie really enjoys giving head. She had done an excellent job this morning. It’s a subtle thing and hard to get a straight answer, but that’s my suspicion.
Stella had cooked us all a nice breakfast in the nude. Debbie was wearing a tight T-Shirt and some cute shorts she had borrowed from Stella. I knew those frilly white panties were under the shorts and that made me simmer. Monica came and got us. She was dressed like Debbie and joined us for breakfast. Then Monica took us home. I gave Debbie a long kiss good-bye before she got out of the car. Then Monica gave me a lift home. My parents weren’t home, so I had Monica come in and give me some quick relief with her mouth before I sent her home.
I got changed and did my morning run. Then I went to the gym at school and did my weight training and spent my afternoon hanging out with my neglected guy buddies. Sam had been the one to give me an alibi.
Of course, they wanted details.
“Did you stay out all night with Denise? Did you do it?” They all were asking.
“No and no.” I answered non-chalantly. “I just wanted to be able to be out with her till late without having to worry about curfew. Yeah we kissed, a lot, but that was as far as it went. Denise is a good girl. She wants to go to college.”
“Oh man!” They teased my lack of male sexual prowess. Mercilessly. Of course, I was the only one with a girlfriend so I took it good naturedly.
Sam later asked, “Do you think you could introduce us to some of her friends?”
“I could, but most of Denise’s friends are cheerleaders. They have boyfriends, as in more than one each, who are star jocks, student council presidents and male models. It’s cool for me, I get to hang out with them some and be close up when they wear skimpy outfits, but that’s as close as it goes. I’m sorry.” I made up.
As I lied, I was intensely aware I’d been a lot closer to Debbie the night before.
I did my evening run. Had dinner with my folks and went to visit Denise. I explained that if anyone asked, we had been on a date the night before, but I had claimed nothing more than kissing had happened. We sat very close to each other and studied our summer homework. Next year was our senior year, we both wanted to take AP classes and get the best GPA possible. Denise’s parents were home and didn’t mind seeing her with a studious, well behaved boy. Yeah we did some kissing, like two normal teenagers, but not much more. We were in her bedroom, but the door had to stay wide open and parents wandered by casually on a regular basis.
“Eventually, you’ll have to speak to my Dad.” Denise informed me.
That sat like a lead weight in my gut.
“Will it be bad?” I asked. “Is he angry?”
I was worrying he knew what I had already done with his daughter.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend before.” She answered.
At 8:30pm I got up, gave her a last hug and kiss and biked home.