Chapter 3 - DAY THREE
That morning I finally lost my patience.
I had burned my fingers while attempting to start a fire using wet wood. The
three cold hungry miserable females huddled under the dripping lean-to were in a
foul humor. I had smoked some fish the night before and I had seen the three
gingerly pick at the cold food then throw it into the jungle.
Kimberly bitchily advised me, "Any moron could have that fire lit by now."
A heat flared at the back of my neck. I slowly set down the firewood and
stood up. I brushed sand from my knees and turned to the women.
"I am done with this," I said. "When any of you cares to behave as a decent
person, come and see me."
I grabbed half the matches, the knife, and a box of supplies and strode down
the beach. I felt their collective eyes boring into my back as I put some
distance between us. I had seen a perfect camping spot a mile up the beach.
In fact by that evening I had constructed a low shelter with a tight roof and
walls. There were sheltering palms, fresh water and some nearby fish-stocked
tidal pools. I had speared a delicious fat fish for my supper. At sunset I was
sitting against a palm tree, weaving fronds into a sleeping mat and enjoying a
cocktail. The supplies I had snatched had included a wide selection of those
little flight bottles of booze. While tepid coconut milk was not the best mixer
I had ever tasted, after numerous attempts I had come up with a palate-pleasing
concoction. I smacked my lips and congratulated myself again on my latent, never
before used, survival talents.
I heard approaching voices and the three girls appeared. Standing by my fire
the three faced me. Kimberly had crossed her arms and began a hot tirade
involving my lack of common decency, bad attitude and my responsibilities.
I had been debating this problematic situation in my mind all afternoon and
her little tirade cemented my ultimate decision.
I held up my hand. "Okay, stop," I said. "This is the way this is all going
to work." The three stared at me. "If you want to live and maybe get off this
island then you will do it my way.
"First off, I am the boss," I said. I was a bit pissed and a little drunk so
I expanded on that. "No. I think king is a better description." I smiled at them
and sat back.
Then I added, "You will keep your mouths shut and do everything exactly as I
say."
I looked at Kimberly with an open leer. "And I do mean EVERYTHING I say."
Kimberly spat at me in disgust, "You are crazy and sick." She added
vehemently, "My days of taking any shit from any man are long past!"
She spun on her heels and disappeared into the darkness. The two teenagers
were looking at me with wide-eyed shock. Brittany turned and went after her
sister. Jennifer stared at me. "Does that mean we would have to have sex?" she
said.
I was momentarily taken aback at her youthful effrontery. Then I thought I
would come right back at her. "Yes Jennifer. You would fuck me, you would suck
me and I think I would put my cock right up that tight little ass of yours."
She gasped, turned and went running after the others. I noticed her legs rose
straight to that firm compact butt. She had one of those flat gaps at the
junction on her thighs and sex.
"Damn!" I murmured. I had a hotly intense vision of cupping my hand there.
DAY FOUR
I had awakened with a bad hangover. I was also very hungry. Yesterday I had
thought of an easy way to catch seagulls. Today my simple plan was proving to be
effective, but onerous.
I had scooped out a body-sized depression in the loose sand and then lay down
and buried myself.
My final moves had been to place the remnants of last night's supper on my
loosely covered belly, cover my face with some seaweed and lastly to burrow my
exposed arm into the sand.
The rapidly rising sun had uncomfortably warmed the sand. I began to sweat
last night's excesses. The rank seaweed filled my senses and my head pounded
claustrophobically. Time passed slowly. Finally though the green cover I saw
several gulls land nearby and peer at the offered bait with cock-headed
suspicion. My stomach groaned in emptiness. I concentrated in an effort to
remain still.
Suddenly with a keening squawk one flapped up and then down to land on me. In
the same instant I brought my arms together to clasp the wilding struggling and
crying bird. Within moments I had managed to wring it's neck suffering only
several beak induced gashes to my arms.
In victory I held the bird above my head and screamed, "YES!"
"DAMN" Kimberly swore.
She had been knocking two coconuts together as she attempted to crack the
hard shells. She had broken a nail off at the quick. She watched as blood beaded
at the new wound, and she started to cry.
Kimberly had started the morning eager to prove her self-reliance and
self-sufficiency. But as the hours progressed her efforts at foraging for food
had been less than successful. She resigned herself to the fact that supper
tonight was going to be quite meager at best. The only coconuts and fruit she
had found on the ground were too hard, cracked open or were soft and mushy. She
had been unsuccessful in throwing rocks to dislodge the less ripe fruit that
dangled above her. She finally had to resort to trying to find any fallen debris
that might at least have a semblance of being edible. Her early-day optimism had
faded to a gray depression.
She would not allow herself to be dependant on a man. "Even a damn
good-looking one," she told herself with a slight bitter smile. She shook her
head in dismay at this fix she and the girls were in. "Mother must be frantic,"
she thought. Her mother had always made great attempts to de-glamorize
Kimberly's pin-up career for the sake of the younger Brittany. But now Brittany
was eighteen. She had graduated high school and had been accepted at a good
college for the coming fall.
Once Kimberly had suggested this trip to her mother and younger sister, all
maternal misgivings had been overwhelmed in the ensuing teenage excitement. "A
simple trip to Hawaii," Kimberly remembered telling her mother. She tossed her
long hair from her face and looked down the beach. "I hope those two are having
better luck with fishing," she thought. Her stomach cramped when she looked back
down at the fruit she had found.
I had discovered that fish seemed to school just off shore at a particular
jutting section of beach. I had made several bamboo poles into pointed spears
that I had over my shoulder as I walked the shoreline. At the crest of a large
dune just above my destination I came across the two nude sunbathing teenagers.
I came to an abrupt halt. Both girls glistened with oil, as they lay stretched
out naked in the midday heat. They had found two blankets in the plane. The
disturbed sand from my footsteps continued down the incline and the movement
caused Jennifer to look up at me.
Our eyes met and I again felt that tingle of awareness of her sensuality. She
was lying on her stomach and she raised herself to her elbows. Her breasts hung
like firm ripe orbs. My attention focused on a drop of sweat, which had run down
the slope of her breast and dangled from a pert nipple.
"Do you need something?" she asked me with a slight smile.
Brittany turned her head at the sound of her friend's voice. She was lying on
her back. She followed Jennifer's gaze up to me.
Brittany let out a slight yelp of surprise and flipped over on her stomach. I
had a momentary vision of her voluptuous nakedness. Brittany reached down and
stretched the blanket so it partially covered her exposed bottom. She stared up
at me wide-eyed.
But Jennifer was much less shy. Using her arms she pushed herself up and sat
back on her heels. She made a casual attempt to cover her nudity. Her left arm
shielded her breasts and with her right arm languorously pulled her long
clinging hair off her neck and the slope of her breasts. She then rested this
arm in her lap.
She was beautiful. Perhaps the proudly firm up-thrust breasts would be
unexpected on such a slight frame. But her figure was not unbalanced. I saw no
tan lines on her dark body. I realized she was very aware of her sexuality and I
was again being challenged.
"Please, GO AWAY!" Brittany hissed.
I shifted my vision from Jennifer's brazenly naked display to Brittany's look
of alarm and fear. The precepts of proper society kicked in along with my moral
sense and I averted my eyes. I turned my back on the pair and offered my
apologies as I walked away.
Later as I squatted by my fire filleting my day's catch I had a sudden
powerful realization. My knife paused in mid-slice as I lost my concentration. I
knew with a complete certainty that if Jennifer and I stayed much longer on this
island we would sooner or later make love.
I had not been in a serious relationship for years. I had adopted a very
relaxed attitude about sex and love. It suited my high-flying unbound lifestyle.
This just-discovered burning lust I had for Jennifer was an unfamiliar
obsession. Just the thought of her caused me to take a deep breath. I had an
almost visceral sensation of bending her lithe form over and fucking her. It was
not gentle love play I was envisioning but hard pounding sex. The image of her
seared my psyche and I felt my cock harden to a painfully tight erection in my
shorts.
I stood and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position. With my hand on
my penis I had a momentary urge to gain masturbatory release. I shook my head
and laughed. "Damn, the sight of that young pussy makes me feel like I am
eighteen again," I muttered to myself.
I looked out to the sea and wondered if this natural setting or all this
seafood could somehow be loosening and heightening my civilized libido. I had
not felt this driving urge for sex in years. It verged on an almost primal
drive.
I again laughed at myself. "I will be grunting and carrying a club around if
this keeps up."
The three girls slept. Brittany jerked slightly and moaned. Her hand slid
down her flat stomach and gently caressed her vulva. She was very wet. Never
fully awakening, she unconsciously used a finger to roll her engorged clitoris.
Brittany dreamt. In her dream she was in the deep jungle. She was naked and
felt very vulnerable. She was being pursued. There was a powerful presence
coming for her. The vines in the thick morass seemed to bind and hold her. She
was unable to escape. She fell to the soft ground. Suddenly a large naked male
form towered over her with a hugely jutting phallus. She wanted to beg not to be
hurt. But she could not articulate the right words. She realized the presence
could use her any way it desired.
This loss of control terrified but also excited her. She had never felt like
this before. Suddenly the penis grew even larger so the demanding rampant organ
filled the dreaming girl's vision. Then it erupted, spewing a torrent of hot
thick sperm. It was as if Brittany was drowning under the unending torrent of
cum. It filled her mouth and choked her. The heat of the flooding white spunk
reached her loins and the young girl responded with a resulting powerful orgasm.
Brittany's cries and thrashing awoke her nearby older sibling. Kimberly
lifted herself from a prone position to observe her sister. Brittany lay on her
back with her t-shirt pulled up, her head thrown back and her legs splayed open
lewdly. Her fingers were buried deep in her gaping sex as she wildly fingered
herself. Kimberly was shocked at her younger sister's wanton behavior. She
abruptly realized the teenager was asleep.
Kimberly reached over to gently shake her sister. "Oh Brittany, please stop,"
she whispered and pleaded so not awake the nearly Jennifer.
Brittany's eyes came open suddenly as she awoke. She jerked her hands from
her sex. Her fingers glistened in the moonlight with vaginal secretions. There
was a hot smell of female arousal in the air.
Brittany turned her head to her older sister. "It was just a dream. Oh God,
but it was so real." Brittany then breathlessly whispered a description of the
terrible nightmare to the wide-eyed Kimberly.
Later after Brittany had drifted off in to a fitful sleep Kimberly lay beside
her wide-awake and thinking. She knew very well who the menacing male presence
was. Kimberly felt helpless as she pondered the fact that civilization with its
laws, societal norms and precepts was thousands of miles away. She began to
quietly cry, as she fully comprehended the natural role of the weaker sex.
