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DEDICATION: For Angela, on a special day. May her dreams come true.
ISLAND (FMM cons, bond)
by Jane Urquhart
Josh idly swept the area to his right with the binoculars. He never tired
watching the big "gooney birds" hitting the beach and rolling ass-over-teakettle whenever they landed, but, as a scientist, he had a job to do. Preparing to head for the office, he took one last look at the sea--then stopped. Something was out there. Where nothing should be. He stood, turned, and ran to call his colleague.
"Hey, Jim!" he shouted. "Get the spotting scope! Something out at sea!"
Jim, his partner, sauntered out of the little building carrying the big
scope. He didn't hurry. He had learned that few things were worth hurrying for. Tall,
blond, heavily muscled, bronzed, wearing only white shorts and flip-flops, he looked so
much like Josh that people called them "the twins." But Jim was five years older, knew
more, had been more "theres" and done more "thats" than Josh. He was the leader of their two-man team.
"Where away?" he asked as Josh approached him.
"About ten degrees right of the entrance to the channel," Josh said. "May just be a log, but we ought to look."
Jim settled the scope on the wide rail of the office veranda and swung it
the area Josh had indicated.
"Yep," he said. "Life raft. Nobody in it as far as I can see, but we have
You want to go in the jet-ski?"
"Sure," said Josh. "I'll wave if it's worth your bringing the boat." He
jogging toward their little pier.
So Angela, who had given up hope the day before, was rescued.
They put her in the narrow cot in what they called "the guest house," a
reserved for whatever unlucky pilot was stuck with the duty of making their monthly
"She's a mess," said Josh. "We'd better get on the horn and get her on a plane back to the hospital."
"Nah, she's not that bad," said Jim. "I've seen people in her shape before.
Sunburned, but we can ice her down twenty minutes at a time and take care of that. She's
undoubtedly dehydrated, but there was still water in that can on the raft, so she was OK
until she passed out, and that obviously wasn't long ago. We can get her over that fast.
Maybe a little touch of heat exhaustion. Otherwise probably nothing wrong at all. She
was lucky. And she's a looker. That long hair is going to be beautiful when it dries, and
look at those legs! And the tits. They may not be huge, but they're gorgeous. And you
want to send her off to the hospital?"
"But people are worrying about her right now," Josh said. "We can't just
"I guess we'll have to," Jim said. "The comm radio went out just before
me." Jim was lying, but only a little--the radio would go out within a very few minutes.
He would see to it.
"We could signal with the emergency beacon," Josh said.
"Don't be so fucking creative," Jim said. "How long since you've talked
"Uh . . . nearly six months, I guess, the same as you. What are you driving at?"
"She'll be good company in a couple of days," Jim said, "and in a week I
the radio going again. Why make a federal case out of it?"
"Uh . . . yeah. I kind of see what you mean."
Jim was right. Forty-eight hours later Angela was still shedding skin, which
her itch a little, but otherwise she felt pretty well. She was still weak, but she was up and
around. She was wearing a pair of Josh's shorts, tied with a nylon line, and a T-shirt that
made her feel like she was inside a tent. She knew Jim and Josh could see her nipples
where they touched the light cotton, but she wore what she had to wear. The shirt, slacks
and underwear she had worn when they found her was in shreds, they'd said, so they'd
thrown it away.
She was everlastingly grateful to Jim and Josh, who not only had pulled
her out of
the ocean but had nursed her through a bad night and day. And been perfect gentlemen
throughout. On top of that, she thought smiling, both of them were, well, very attractive.
To say the least. Big, tough, blond muscle men like the ones she'd dreamed of, not the
ones she actually knew. She remembered a fleeting thought she'd had more than once
about being tied to a tree while men caressed her naked body and threatened her with
their, their things. She smiled. Her libido obviously had come back just as fast as the rest
of her, but, of course, nothing could come of it. She could hardly select one of them and
make a play for him--it would be unjust. Nor would she--she was faithful to her live-in
boyfriend. But she could fantasize a little.
Only two things bothered her. First, she was quite embarrassed when she
of the way Josh and Jim had had to carry her to the bathroom from her cot when she was
still too weak to get there by herself. She had a vague memory of one of them helping her through the door. But the second thing was far more troubling--she had to get back home. Her friend, perhaps future husband, George, was going to be worried sick when he found out she was missing. With luck, that wouldn't happen for a week or so, but, all the same, she was worried. Her job would wait--she had been traveling in Africa studying patterns of post-colonial culture, and the courses she was to teach wouldn't start until October. Nobody worried about assistant professors in the summer, especially brand new assistant professors. If only she hadn't decided to go home early, to take an old, small Russian airliner chartered to an African company, if she'd paid more for a trans-Atlantic flight rather than going the long way to save money, she'd have been in a different plane, and would never have heard of this island in the Indian Ocean. But she indeed was on the wrong plane, one that had crashed in the sea. She had survived by some miracle, she was on the island, and she wasn't going home until Jim got the radio repaired.
Meanwhile, she would eat, sleep, and get her strength back. She would explore
this tiny, idyllic island while she waited for Jim to repair the radio and arrange to send her back to civilization. She could never get enough of the surf and sand--they were luxuries she had seldom been privileged to enjoy.
Three days later, the fifth of her stay on Itak Island, she wandered down
office after her daily siesta. She was surprised to see that both Jim and Josh were there.
Usually one or the other would be out somewhere, doing mysterious things with
instruments whose uses she could not begin to fathom. They had told her they had to be
here, and nowhere else, to study something about variations in weather patterns caused by ocean currents. But on this day they seemed to be waiting for her.
"Hi, guys," she said as she eased the screen door shut behind her.
"Hi, Angela," said Jim. "We've been waiting for you. We can still get news
outside, even if we can't talk back. And there's a tsunami out there somewhere. It may hit us."
"I've heard of those," said Angela, suddenly frightened. "Big waves? That
"We hope not everything," said Josh. "We just don't know."
"We're not sure of anything," said Jim. "All we have are some sketchy reports--
ships that reported seeing the thing hit an island, and a mid-ocean earthquake report. But we have to act as if it's coming and it's bad. So we're going to hole up in this building for a while--it should be tough enough to stand anything but the biggest one."
"We might die," said Angela, turning pale.
"We could," said Jim, "but it won't be because we didn't try to stay alive.
There's a basement here that ought not to be flooded completely. We're in
the middle of a lot of
very shallow water, so if we keep a sharp lookout we ought to see the wave coming in
time to dive down there, and we have some scuba gear we can put on if we have to. Then,
when we get through it--we will, you know--we have a lot of emergency stuff, like food,
water and blankets, stashed in an underground, watertight storage unit. We'll be OK. I'm
telling you. We'll make it. Anyhow, we want you to help us move some stuff from one of
the outbuildings--books, charts, old reports, a lot of stuff we've stored there. Would you
"Of course not," said Angela. "Doing anything is better than just sitting
waiting to die." She was frightened. Really, really scared, more than she could remember being before, even when she woke up in a boat with no land in sight. Jim's reassurances helped, but could she trust him? She wasn't sure. But she wasn't just going to give up.
Co-ordinating all the charts with the radio reports they'd received finally
to conclude that they had at least two hours before the big wave arrived, and probably
more. So they began the backbreaking work of lifting the things they had to move onto
dollies, horsing the dollies through soft sand for twenty yards and unloading them in a
back room of the office building. Angela couldn't move the dollies at all; she
concentrated on dragging boxes over to the door so the men could do the lifting. She was
strongly impressed by their strength--they tossed the heavy boxes around as if they were empty. Sweat was rolling down their sculptured chests. Their necks looked bigger around than Angela's thighs. The cords in their forearms stood out as they wrestled with the dolly; their biceps bulged. Their stomachs looked like washboards. Perspiration matted the thick hair on their legs. Angela was as hot as they were, working as hard as they were, and she felt dull pains in her own arms. She was amazed that with a real threat of death hanging over them all she still could thrill to the sight of these two men simply flexing their muscles. But then she had always loved the sight of men's bodies straining under stress.
Once, when she and Jim were standing at the door of the outbuilding, resting
while waiting for Josh to bring another of the forms that told them which boxes were
which, Jim looked down at her, then reached up and caressed her cheek.
"Tough little babe, aren't you?" he said.
She smiled, thrilled at his touch.
"Not very," she said. "I do the best I can."
"As far as I'm concerned," he said, "you could just stand there and look beautiful."
Her face reddened. Beautiful? Dirty and covered with sweat? Hardly. But
warmed at his words. Neither he nor Josh had touched her before, and now he was calling her beautiful. She fought back an unexpected surge of desire. Then Josh came striding up and they went back to work.
They had barely begun to empty the outbuilding, but Angela was nearly exhausted
from the labor and the heat. They walked over to the office building when the two hours
"We'd better start watching the sea," Josh said. "It's coming roughly from
south-southeast. If we just keep somebody scanning with binoculars we ought to see it in
"OK, Josh," said his boss, "Thanks for doing the calculations. But I think
us ought to be on the lookout."
"Can I help?" said Angela. "I think I could see a big wave coming."
"Oh, sure," said Jim. "I'll get another pair of binoculars. But we're all
have to be out there on the porch until it comes."
"All right, Jim," Angela said. "I'm thirsty, and I expect you are, too.
I'll bring out
some drinks for all of us."
Just then, however, Josh yelled.
"It's here!" he said. "Down the stairs!"
In the basement they waited in silence. Each wondered whether life was finished,
the end of days coming here on this godforsaken, beautiful island a thousand miles from a civilized shore. Angela thought about her short life. She'd worked hard, done what she
was supposed to, put off pleasures in favor of extra work, lived in libraries and
classrooms. It wasn't all work. She had George. He loved her. Maybe she loved him, she
didn't really know, for she'd never been in love the way the stories told of being in love.
Even sex. She'd had dreams, but not much experience. She'd been totally conventional,
when, really, she dreamed of scandalous things, things that would shock her parents, her
friends. And now, within moments, she might die. She'd heard of tsunamis that tore up
concrete bunkers just like the one she was standing in. And then what of her dreams?
Josh impulsively reached out and took her hand.
"Hey, Angela," he said. "Maybe we're going to die, but I've got time to
tell you I
think you are the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, and I'd give anything to live long
enough to take you to bed."
Jim laughed. "Well, he's not the only one, Angela. We've been talking about
and we both feel the same way. For three days now you've been around this place driving
us nuts. Your face. Those incredible blue eyes. That gorgeous light brown hair, falling
down in those waves. Your breasts, poking at that T-shirt. Your legs. And just the way
you are. We're both absolutely crazy about you!"
Angela was astounded. She blushed. She thought of the way she'd worried
looking ratty in her makeshift costume, about the fact that by her lights her hair was a
sloppy mess. She still had traces of the purple bruises she'd gotten on her legs somewhere along the way. Her skin, though her sunburn had healed, was still blotchy in spots. She had trouble believing what Jim had just said. She was so startled she almost forgot the peril that was about to descend on them.
"But . . . ," she said. "But that's crazy! I've never looked worse! You
me, really. And I don't drive men nuts, I'm just Angela!"
"You're our Angela, and you're beautiful," said Jim. "Right, Josh? We found
and she's ours--law of the sea."
Suddenly a resounding roar drowned out the familiar, steady sound of the
that had become the background of their lives. They heard no sounds of destruction, no
breaking glass, no tearing wooden partitions, no desks or chests being pounded into bits,
only the deafening crash of millions of tons of water sweeping away nearly everything in
Water, not a stream but a solid bolt of power, poured down the stairway
basement, utterly dark as the lights went out. The raging flood slammed the three of them against each other and, finally, against the walls. Each held tightly to the other, slipping, sliding, all three together being swept off their feet and hurled aside as the torrent hit. But the building held. More water came in. Angela felt Josh lose his grip on her. He was swept away. Jim held on a moment longer, then he, too was gone. She was utterly alone, trying to hang onto a pipe that somehow she had found within her grasp. For a second it seemed as if time had stopped--she was suspended between life and death, pounded by a vengeful sea, an ocean that seemed determined to take back the prize it had lost when Jim and Josh rescued her. Then her hand was torn away from its precarious hold, and she was falling, being hurled one way, then another. Water slapped at her face. She was submerged. She despaired, knowing that she was going to die. Then the roar, the hellish noise, the roar that she thought must have gone on for hours, suddenly stopped. An eerie silence descended. The wave had passed. She struggled to regain her feet, found herself against the wall and managed to push herself up. Water, waist high, swirled about her. But she had survived.
Never in her life had Angela lived through such a terrifying moment. Never
she been frightened to the depths of her being. She found it difficult to believe she was
still there, still breathing, still able to think after such an event, so harrowing that her
blood still pounded in her ears for long minutes after the wave was gone. She heard
someone cough, retch.
Jim spoke first. He was only two or three feet from her.
"I guess it was a little one," he said. Then he smiled in the darkness.
"But it'll do
until a big one comes along."
Suddenly they were laughing, hugging each other, kissing, with abandon.
waded over and joined them. The fact of survival was sinking in.
And Angela began to think in earnest. Something had changed, somehow. Soaked
through, bedraggled, utterly blind except for the sliver of light that came from the place a
door had once led to the basement stairway, she heard again in her mind the words Jim
had said just before the wave had struck. "We're both absolutely crazy about you." This
time she heard them in a different way. She really heard them as the praise they were. She accepted them. She was attractive. Very attractive, apparently. She had deeply affected these two rugged, powerful men, the kind of men she had daydreamed about all her life and never thought she would have at her side. And then she remembered, "she's ours--law of the sea." Like a treasure they had found, she thought. She smiled. Suddenly she told herself that possibilities always before out of her reach, always unattainable, might now be within her grasp.
But her circumstances hadn't changed--she was still committed to a man a
thousand miles away. And yet . . . .
Her mind continued to churn as they struggled up the stairs, heading for
They met chaos. Jumbled furniture, broken, torn asunder, lay strewn throughout the
rooms they walked through. No door still hung on its hinges. No window held its glass.
Nothing was left unharmed except for three survivors, each one slightly bruised, none
hurt at all seriously. Angela gave thanks to her God. She suspected the others did, too, as they stood and surveyed the wreckage.
"God, what do we do first?" Josh breathed.
"Shelter," said Jim. "In case you hadn't noticed, there's no roof on this
We've got to rig a shelter of some sort."
"OK," said Josh. "Let's see if any of the other buildings made it."
Making their way through the debris, they stepped out into a perfectly ordinary
day. Sun beating down. A mild breeze. Sand. Surf. On the ground, however, nothing was
normal. Boards, steel reinforcing rods, chunks of concrete, shards of glass were scattered everywhere. Not a tree was left standing. They picked their way all around the building, only to find more devastation.
"OK," said Jim, "Now we check the emergency storage site."
Josh led the way toward a tangled pile of tree trunks fifty feet from the
"It's there," Josh said. "Under that log just to the right of the big piece of tin."
They used loose boards, of which there was no shortage, to scrape a heavy
wet sand off a pair of steel doors that had been marked by a lone metal post. Josh opened a small fitting to equalize the air pressure, and the doors came open easily, displaying a concrete-lined hole solidly packed with wooden and cardboard boxes. Within an hour they had pulled out blankets, thin foam mattresses, a well-equipped tool box, two large cans of water and a heavy package Josh said was filled with dehydrated food. Jim gave Josh a meaningful look as they unearthed a wooden box that held an emergency
communications radio, and that box was among those they left in storage. Josh and Jim
immediately fell to building a lean-to against the wall of the office building, using the
plentiful wooden debris. Angela, no carpenter, learned from directions printed on the food cans how they could feed themselves. Just after sundown they were well provided for. The lean-to, large enough to hold the three of them easily, was complete and rainproof; Angela had a fire going and was preparing a Spartan meal. They ate in near silence, exhausted as much from the day's emotional roller coaster as from the immense amount of work they had done.
"I don't know about you all, but I'm tired out of my mind," Jim said. "Now
fed, I'm going to be asleep in thirty seconds."
Angela, virtually out on her feet, never even thought of objecting to the
arrangements. Within a few minutes she was stretched out between them on the lean-to's
floor of mattresses, still wearing the makeshift clothes she had worn when the great wave inundated them.
She awakened once at the call of an outraged bird sometime during the night.
Finding Josh's hand firmly planted on her left thigh, she smiled and removed it, then fell
back into deep, dreamless sleep.
Once again she awoke, just after dawn, to find her companions gone. She
to the open front of the lean-to and looked out to see Jim stirring the embers of the fire.
He turned, smiled, dropped the stick he was holding and came to her.
Standing over her, just in front of the entrance to their sleeping chamber,
"How are you, lady?" he asked.
She returned his smile.
"I'm fine," she said. "I'm amazed, but I feel just fine. And what adventures
have in store for me today?"
"Nothing much, I hope, " he said. "The one yesterday was enough for me."
squatted, then sat beside her. Slowly, watching her reactions, he put an arm around her
shoulders and drew her to him. She met his advance and fell into his arms. He kissed her, tentatively at first, then, as she returned the kiss, he held her tightly and began to probe her open mouth with his tongue. Then she broke away, suddenly.
"Hey, I've got to get some water," she said, blushing. "Let me get a drink."
Wordless, he handed her a bottle that he found lying just inside the lean-to's entrance. She drank, swirling the cool liquid around in her mouth, then swallowing, marvelling at the pleasure she could find in a simple drink of water. "Where's Josh?" she asked.
"Gone exploring," Jim said. "He wanted to see if there's anything we ought
to save from the surf. Good man."
From the start, from the first time she had groggily made out his features
regained consciousness in the pilot's hut, she had been drawn to this strong,
knowledgeable man. That kiss, she knew, was not meant as a simple greeting, but as a
prelude. One kiss, between improbable survivors, was perhaps an anomaly, something
that could be forgotten. She could take his last words and turn them into the beginning of
a conversation. But she could feel her own desire, and she knew his was just as strong.
Her old life of careful planning, prudent restraint, loyalty to old-fashioned virtues,
somehow seemed far off, irrelevant. She had almost died, then escaped death again, and
never had she come close to experiencing the fantasies she barely let herself
acknowledge. Who could foretell the future? That day, that morning, as the sun came
blazing out of an iridescent sea, she could cast caution aside, behave as wildly as she
wished. And if death came near again, then at least she would have lived.
She closed the bottle and set it carefully to one side. Then she reached
her life to change forever.
Jim pulled her across his lap, cradling her head in his arm. He looked into
eyes, saw the invitation there, and kissed her again, his other arm around her, allowing
her to feel the passion he had carefully suppressed before. She felt the roughness of his
bare legs against her back through her thin shirt. She felt his tongue, once more probing,
this time more insistent. He pulled back and kissed her eyes, then her neck. She felt her
vulnerability, felt her surrender. With his free hand he reached down to pull the shirt up,
over her breasts. She closed her eyes and let herself bathe in feelings of languor as he
kissed her breast, and then she felt a new wave of exquisite pleasure that came as his lips engulfed her nipple. She sighed in contentment as his tongue once more touched her,
stroking, pulling sensation from her willing body. Then suddenly he sat back.
Her eyes opened. Josh stood looking down at them, a tiny smile playing about
"Hey, guys," he said. "That looks like fun, but what about me?"
Angela was chagrined. Would this lovely experience end here? What if they
fought? Josh had a right to complain. The thought of these two men fighting over her
thrilled her, then she stifled the sensation, ashamed of herself. Had she lost all idea of
"Well, Josh," Jim said, "I guess since we're partners it's share and share
especially since we both get credit for finding her. Law of the sea, right?"
Angela was taken aback. What could he mean? she wondered.
"Think she can handle both of us?" Josh said, sinking to his knees. He reached
and stroked her bare leg. "Maybe she'd like it!"
Angela was thrown into confusion. She was lying in Jim's lap. He was holding
her, had been kissing her, and now Josh's hand was on her thigh.
"Wait a minute!" she said hotly. "I may be salvage, but I have some choices here!" She jerked her arm from around Jim's shoulder.
"Think about it," said Jim. "We're certainly not going to hurt you. We both
you, but it's terribly important that you want us. If Josh strokes your leg, and I kiss you,
what's wrong with that? Like he says, maybe you'll like it. I think you might."
And she knew that she did have choices. They were sharply limited, however.
knew that. Jim had made a statement--he and Josh were partners. If she spurned one, she spurned them both. And she could not bring herself to do that. She was still pondering when Jim's lips found her mouth again, and she found herself responding to his kiss. She clutched him, she kissed him back. And she could feel Josh's hand moving up toward her hip, her belly, her breast. As his hand touched her nipple she knew she had made her choice, probably before he even returned to the hut.
Jim's kiss became more impatient. His tongue found hers, then raked her
marked her lips, turned to the dark recesses of her mouth. Josh's hand moved down to her stomach, only to be replaced by Jim's on her breast. With one hand she grasped the
firmness of one of the timbers that supported the lean-to; it seemed, she thought, to give
her a measure of connection with reality. With the other she held onto Jim. He ran a hand up her arm, stroking her where she gripped the wooden post. She felt something like jolts of electricity, centered on her breast, course through her body. She felt her vagina begin to lubricate. She was wildly excited. At the same time, she was frightened. What was she doing? Could this really be Angela? Then Jim broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"You've accepted this, haven't you?" he said. "But if you didn't still feel
you wouldn't be our Angela. Josh, let go of her."
Josh obediently removed his hand from Angela's breast.
"Did you see that quarter-inch nylon line over by the office door, partner?"
said. "Could you bring me, say, twenty feet of it?"
Josh looked mystified. "Sure, Jim," he said, and strode toward the door.
what you mean?" He held up a length of white rope.
"Yes," said Jim. Then he turned to Angela, still lying in his arms. "Your
on to that stanchion gave me an idea. Two men is a bit much. But suppose you didn't have any choice at all? Suppose you were entirely in our power, and you had no say in what we did?"
"But I do have a say," Angela said. "I could simply tell you to let me go,
would." But she was not really sure. Would he?
"Maybe. Maybe right now," Jim said. He moved his leg so that it would support
her head, and took a penknife from his pocket, opened it and began to cut a length of line. "But we're going to tie you up, sweet girl, and then you'll have no choices at all. What's more, I think you'll like it. We'll make you feel so good you'd not have believed it possible."
Angela felt a stab of fear.
"Tie me up? You mean, tie me up, with that rope?"
"Good God," said Josh. "What are you doing, Jim? This is crazy!"
"I don't think so, Josh," he said. "We're not going to hurt you, Angela.
cut my hand off rather than hurt you. But we're going to tie you up, painlessly, and you'll
Oh, God! thought Angela. A silly thought went through her head--be careful
you wish for! Her fantasies, just fantasies she never thought of realizing, were coming
back to tantalize her. Could she do this? Could she really let this man tie her up? But he
had already shown that he could, and would, give her pleasure. He had had plenty of
chances to force her to do his bidding, to hurt her if he wanted, and he had not. In fact, his mere kiss had driven her crazy with lust. No, not crazy, she thought. Sane. Sane with lust.
Jim had quickly pulled the T-shirt over her head and was already fastening
around her wrist. The white of the rope contrasted strongly against the tan of her arm but almost matched her breasts, so white that blue veins were visible under her skin. He used a knot she didn't recognize, held it tightly against her and jerked with his other hand. The knot didn't give. Then he reached underneath her and picked her up, one hand under her knees, the other beneath her neck. He lowered her gently to a mattress just inside the door. She could still see the sun, the sand, the broken trees. She lay limp, unresisting.
"Do it quickly," she said, "before I change my mind."
Jim, fastening the other end of the line he'd just tied to her wrist to
she'd been holding, said, "Too late. It's done." Then he pulled off the oversize shorts she was wearing, baring her most private secrets. "Josh. you take care of her legs." He tossed a length of rope to Josh. She pulled hard with her tethered right wrist It moved a few inches, then stopped, held fast. She breathed deeply. Yes, it was too late. She could feel Josh at work on her ankle, and Jim was already knotting the line around her left wrist. How could she be both terrified and exhilarated?
"Come on, Jim," Josh finally said. "We've got to strip, too. Wouldn't be
Angela simply watched as the two men took off their clothes hurriedly. Both
them were solidly erect. Both bodies were magnificent. She was pinioned, helpless. Like
her arms, her legs were spread apart. She was totally vulnerable. No more decisions, now, she thought, that's certain. Whatever happens, happens.
To her surprise, Josh took the first step. He leaned over, put his mouth
nipple and caressed it with his tongue. Then he looked up, stared at her face.
"My God, that's wonderful!" he said. Meanwhile, Angela felt the electricity
down from her breast to her vagina. Her body jerked. She said nothing, but shifted her
glance and looked Jim directly in the eyes.
"Hey, take it easy!" said Jim. "Let's help her into the mood real slowly.
going to stroke her a little, then give her a kiss she'll remember. You just follow what I
He put his hand on an ankle and gently swept up past her knee, giving her
delicious sensation of pleasure, not so strong as the one Josh's treatment of her nipple had sent. But delicious. He stroked the inside of her thigh.
"Do you feel that, Angela?" he asked. "It's only the beginning. Soon I'm
touch your breast. That will be even better."
Angela knew that he was right. She waited.
Then Josh returned, stroking her forehead, running his fingers through her
finally surprising her by placing his lips on hers, giving her a gentle kiss. Jim's hand
continued to stroke her. Then he moved it to her breast, gently kneading her flesh, just
touching the nipple as if by accident. She moved her arm, reaching to put it around his
back. But the rope stopped her. She let her arm fall back to the mattress. Nothing was to be her fault, but nothing would be by her will, either. Like or not, she had to be totally
passive. She began to like it.
Jim moved onto the mattress beside her and reached out for her stomach.
stroked it, making slow circular motions. Josh began caressing the inside of her thigh. As
yet neither had touched her sex, but her excitement was building as she watched and felt
these two muscular, gorgeous men fondling her body.
Josh, seemingly unable to help himself, fell on one nipple with his mouth
same time he sent his hand into her pubic hair, searching for her secret place. He found it. Two fingers crept stealthily into the lips of her vagina. At the same time, Jim was sucking the fingers of her left hand while he moved his own free hand onto her other breast and began to knead her nipple. She gasped.
"I think Josh is going to begin the really good part of this adventure for
Jim said. "You're going to feel wonderful."
Almost hypnotized, she waited expectantly.
Josh's fingers moved slowly in the wetness of her quim. Her hips jerked,
hand moved farther in. He touched her clitoris and once more her body leapt. She raised a hand--and it was held fast by the rope that tied it to a post. Jim was still kneading her
breast, flicking her nipple, as he leaned over to kiss her. She could have turned her head--after all, it was free. But she didn't feel free. She felt a desire stronger than anything she had ever imagined. As his lips descended toward hers she opened her mouth. His tongue met hers. She sucked his teeth; he rammed his tongue deeper into her mouth.
Jim broke the kiss. She stared and him and licked her lips, wanting more.
spoke to Josh.
"Seein' as how I'm senior here, I think I'll do the honors, Josh, if you
Then he turned to Angela. "I'm going to do with my tongue what Josh's hand has been
doing. You'll like it even better. I don't think you're entirely unhappy, are you? "
She shook her head, wordlessly signifying the negative. Josh slowly removed
hand from her vagina. He handed a folded blanket to Jim, who put his large hand under
her and raised her buttocks enough to slip it beneath. Then, once more, she felt a hand
enter her wetness. Having found his point of entry, Jim put his head between her legs and began to explore her with his tongue. As her ecstasy built, Josh once again surrounded a nipple with his mouth, using his tongue to bring her to new heights. And Jim's tongue found her clitoris. Josh's hand held the other breast, fondling her nipple.
Great rippling shocks went through her entire body from Josh's tongue on
nipple, across to the other breast he was touching, deep into her groin, where she was
feeling the delicious roughness of Jim's tongue gently rasping her clitoris. She felt the
electricity in her mouth; her lips trembled. Her very eyelids felt sensations of pleasure.
She jerked at her cords, frantically trying to grasp the human flesh that was giving her so
much pleasure, pleasure so rich that it was almost unbearable. But the ropes held her fast. Her body jerked uncontrolled.
Jim's tongue continued its leisurely caresses. Her body jerked again. He
up and placed a hand on each hip, holding her lower regions motionless as she writhed.
The surges of pleasure increased until tiny drops began to escape her open mouth. She
closed her lips and swallowed. The powerful shocks continued. Increasingly she lost
control of herself. She began to mew, to make tiny sounds, gasping, feeling a catch in her
throat as Jim's tongue hit home again. And then she began to fly, to feel herself bodily lift off the mattress, her heels and head supporting her, as she moaned in--pleasure? pain? something she couldn't even recognize? Her climax came as a wave, building in her fingers, coming through her wrists, starting at her ankles and running swiftly up her open thighs, through her breasts, gaining strength from Josh's continued strokes with tongue and hand, until finally, finally, after what seemed an eternity of pleasure, it lighted her vagina and she moaned once more, long and low, suddenly breaking into a sob. And then the wave receded, slowly, back the way it came, through her breasts, through her thighs and arms, down to her ankles, her wrists, her hands. She was limp. No ropes were needed. She was spent. And yet . . . . And yet . . . .
In another moment she was calling out anxiously for Jim to stop, for Josh
her go--she could no longer stand the sensations, her parts were too tender. The two men
did her bidding. Josh leaned back and stared at her flushed face. Jim raised himself to his knees, leaving her vagina, swollen, red, its lips distended, open to the air. She watched Jim wipe her liquids off his face with the back of his hand. And yet . . . . And yet . . . .
"Fuck me," she said in a broken voice. "Fuck me now!," she said more loudly.
want you inside me! Now!"
"I think she may be liking this," he said to Josh. "You think so?"
"Maybe," said, Josh, grinning. Then he sobered. "But since you had the first
chance, maybe now . . . ."
"Naturally," said Jim, "it's your turn. What I want you to do now, though,
is take it
easy. Just slip it in and let it lie there a while. You'll like that, Angela. Josh is not too big,
but he can make an impression. So go ahead, Josh. But take it easy, make it last, and
she'll feel every minute of it."
"Thanks," said Josh, as Jim rolled out of the way, sliding up toward the
the mattress. He leaned over and kissed Angela, who by now was looking wide-eyed at
him, murmuring something even she could not interpret. Then he was gone, and she saw
Josh's face, smiling, loom over hers as his hard, smooth penis slid into her dripping
vagina. She once more pulled at her ropes, trying to put her arms up to hold him. And
once more she failed, for the ropes held her fast. But she pulled her feet up as far as they would go and opened her legs as wide as she could, only to squeeze Josh tightly as he entered her. He came to rest. Jim was right; she felt comfortably filled, not yet greatly stimulated, but full of almost unbearable anticipation. Finally, she pushed with her hips, trying to force him to begin to move. He slid out, nearly all the way, and her buttocks rose to chase him. Then he came slowly back, filling her, gently pushing until his penis hit her cervix. A sensation of glory was rising through her whole body from down there, where her vagina engulfed Josh's penetrating tool. Then he pushed her back, sliding out, then deep once more. The waves of pleasure began to rise again.
Suddenly she felt a new sensation, one strange and unsettling. A hand beneath
buttocks. A finger, slippery, touching her anus.
"Don't worry, Angela," Jim said. "You've got more ways of getting pleasure
you ever dreamed of. I'm just going to touch that spot, maybe give it a little surprise.
You'll see. You'll think it's wonderful!"
He was wrong about her--her dreams had been more imaginative than he thought.
She shivered, feeling the new sensation as she still rocked back and forth from the shocks of Josh's rhythmic thrusts, once more gathering storms of electricity in her upper arms and in her thighs. Her buttocks wriggled as the finger penetrated, ever so gently, stretching her anus very slightly. It went deeper. Then it was joined by another, stretching her, yet the pleasure still grew, all over her body, coming now from twin sources, her vagina and her anus. This time her climax came suddenly, with renewed force, just as she felt the spurt of Josh's fluids joining her own deep in her vagina. Once more she moaned with pleasure--or pain? She didn't know. She didn't care. Again, she felt absolutely spent. And yet . . . . And yet . . . .
Josh fell full length on her body, breathing hard, gasping in her ear until
began to slow, pinning her to the mattress. After a moment he rolled off, and she could
see Jim, looking down at her with a smile.
"I don't think we're quite through here, do you, Angela?"
She couldn't answer. Somehow, her voice didn't work. But a tiny smile came
"I thought so," said Jim. "Now just relax, we need to rearrange the bonds a bit."
She didn't care. She just lay there, waiting. For something. She wasn't
She was afraid she couldn't stand any more. And yet . . . .
Josh started loosening the ropes from the posts on his side, while Jim did
on the other. She noticed that while Josh's penis had shrunk almost back into his groin,
Jim's was still erect--erect and pointed at her, she thought, shivering.
The two men reached for her, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and
her over, so that she was lying on her stomach. Then they refastened the cords.
"It would help," Jim said, "if you'd get up on your hands and knees. The
a bit looser."
She felt limp, still dazed, in some sort of sexual trance. But she managed
herself to her knees, resting her forearms on the mattress.
"Now sit up, please," Jim said, "and open your knees."
She did as he asked. Then Josh looked at Jim.
"Now, Josh," Jim said, "Angela's going to need some stimulation right there
where it counts--that little nub, you know? So while I'm working up top, you see what
you can do with the bottom. Just wait, Angela, it will be even better."
Josh lay down next to her, his hand stroking her thigh.
"Now, girl," Jim said, "lean forward again. What I'm going to do now, it
a little at first. But I'll take it very slowly, and it won't hurt forever. It's going to feel big,
real big. But you'll get used to it, and you'll like it. A lot."
So she leaned forward, her buttocks high, offering herself to Jim. She was
There was no way she could evade this, she thought hazily, she could only make it easier
on herself by co-operating.
"Josh, time to start," said Jim. "Just slow and easy--she may be a little
there. Angela, just relax, he won't hurt you."
She did. She felt his fingers in her sex, her dripping, swollen sex. And
as she did
they moved farther, slipped into the wetness and began to caress her. She threw back her head and moaned once more, quietly. Jim's fingers joined those of Josh as he brought out fluids with which to ease his way into her body. Then only Josh's hand was left.
And once more she felt a hand caress her buttocks, a finger find its way
anus. New shocks began to pour through her--she couldn't believe she was still able to
feel. But she felt the mattress give behind her, and almost immediately something bigger, not a finger, was pressing at the entrance to her backside. Consciously, she relaxed her sphincter as much as she could, fearing what she knew was coming, yet excited beyond all that she had experienced on this blissful morning.
Slowly Jim's penis entered her, distending her anus, while Josh used his
caress her clitoris. She trembled, and waited as, inexorably, that huge penis found its way inside. It did hurt. Then something--she couldn't describe the new sensation--but she felt it. Gradually she felt less uncomfortable, gradually her bowel accommodated the intruder. And gradually her arousal continued to build. It was almost more than she could bear. She wondered--was this pain? Or a new pleasure? She couldn't say. She didn't care. Suddenly, she jerked backward, impaling herself deeply on Jim's solid shaft. It hurt, a shock. Then the pain receded, more and more, and was replaced by a feeling of satisfaction, of contentment. And, all the time, she felt Josh's fingers, touching her, raising her to yet a new plateau of pleasure. Jim rested, inside her, his hands around her, caressing her breasts.
"OK, my girl?" Jim asked.
She raised her head, glad for a moment to get her breath, while at the same
enduring those indescribably delicious feelings in her rear, in her quim, in her nipples.
She managed to speak. "Oh, yes!" she breathed.
Then before her eyes she saw Josh's penis, no longer shrunken, not yet quite
Stretching forward just a bit she was able to get it into her mouth. As her lips closed, she
felt Josh shiver. But he kept his hand moving, moving, sending shocks through her each
time a finger brushed her clitoris. She used her own tongue to pleasure him. She could no longer distinguish one sensation from another--she was floating in a haze of sexual
pleasure she had never imagined could exist.
Jim pulled back, then came forward again, not quite so slowly. Her waves
pleasure built. Or was it pain? She didn't know. He withdrew again, plunged forward,
hard. She met him. And within seconds they had clicked into a solid rhythm. He pushed,
retreated; she accepted him, she swallowed him, then she felt him go backward--and push forward once more. Josh's penis in her mouth was hard, somehow something to hold on to with her mouth, for her hands were still tied, she was held fast. She was thinking, still, in her haze. She knew that nothing remotely like this had ever before happened to her. And she knew she was in ecstasy.
As the motions continued, in her vagina and in her bowel, new waves of electric
pleasure built, screamed through her whole body, then, just when she thought she couldn't stand any more, more came, higher, stronger. She heard keening, knew that it was her voice, sounding as she opened her lips and momentarily eased the pressure on Josh's penis. Then she clamped down on him again.
Finally, she reached the peak, and with a mounting, final crescendo, her
stiffened her. She screamed in joy, in pleasure, in pain, in some sensation she couldn't
name. And then she simply collapsed on Josh's body, his penis gushing into her mouth,
she swallowing, then moaning, then sucking in ecstasy, one thing then another, just as she felt Jim's hot fluids spurt into her rectum. And Jim, too, collapsed.
They lay there tangled, not speaking, for several minutes. Then Jim began
He sat up. Josh and Angela looked at him.
"I guess it's time for me to find that radio in the emergency bunker," he
think I can get it running in an hour or so, now, if somebody will pump the generator." He stood and untied the ropes that bound Angela. Then he began to dress.
Hesitantly, Angela looked up. She heard the surf pounding, felt the sun's
the cool breeze that made it tolerable. Felt Josh's body against hers. She had never felt so fulfilled. And yet . . . . And yet . . . .
It was an effort for her to talk, to leave behind the passivity that she
had found so
liberating. But she had to speak, to make her wishes known.
"Jim . . . . Uh, I don't think you should hurry. Why don't we clean up,
something to eat and have a nap? Then see whether it's really time for you to go to work."
Jim smiled. "I guess there's no need to hurry," he said.
NOTE: I'll be glad to forward any
messages to Angela, but I'll read them first. J.U.
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