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Desire Isle
Chapter Two
"And how about you, Kimberly, is the hotel where you would like to
go as well?" Gwendolyn asked. Kimberly made no response. Gwendolyn
nudged the girl, and she sat up, startled, her reverie with David's penis
broken. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, like a guilty child being caught
with a forbidden cookie. Gwendolyn realized Kimberly had no idea what
she'd been asked.
"Do you like David's penis?" Gwendolyn asked Kimberly. The brunette
blushed.
"He's very nice, ma'am," Kimberly whispered.
"He has entertained me in bed all this past week, since I first met
him on the slopes," Gwendolyn said. "It is him I came to rescue from Lady
Burgess. You and Melanie were just fortunate afterthoughts." Kimberly's
face was deep pink now.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, IÑI didn't realize he was yours," Kimberly
stammered. Gwendolyn put a tender hand to the girl's long locks.
"Share and share alike, that's what makes the world fun to be in,"
Gwendolyn said. She turned to Melanie. "You certainly have been through a
lot tonight, but do you really think walking into your hotel stark naked is
something you wish to do?" Melanie looked down at her own naked body,
and her hand flew up to alight upon her nipples as a gasp caught in her
throat.
"Oh! I'd forgotten!" Melanie said. "We've lost everything, even our
new fur coats! Well, they were just faux fur, but they did cost a lot!" Out
the corner of her eye Melanie caught for really the first time, at least in a
meaningful way, the blizzard of snow falling just outside the limo's
window as it sliced through the night. Inside she was buck naked, and
warm, yet if she concentrated she could feel the chill of the outdoors
radiating off the window beside her. There was no way she and Kimberly
could go straight back to their hotel. They would have to depend on
somebody's generosity to get them clothes. "IÑwe don't even have our
room key anymore," Melanie said. "We'd have to present ourselves at the
front desk andÑ"
"You certainly were cruelly used by Lady Burgess," Gwendolyn said.
"But that doesn't mean that I would do the same."
"Ma'am?" Melanie asked in a little voice. She blushed even as she
made to make her request. Depending on the benefaction of another
woman, no matter how generous and beautiful, felt awkward. "Ma'am?
Would you please help us get some clothes?" Melanie felt her hands clasp
together and wring themselves.
"We shall have to go to my Chateau," Gwendolyn said. "All the stores
where we might find apparel for you are closed at this hour."
"Of course," Melanie said. Gwendolyn leaned forward and picked up a
small receiver that hung on the glass and leather partition in front of
them. "Melville? To my chateau, please," Gwendolyn ordered the limo's
driver.
David spoke to Gwendolyn, his hands gesticulating as his voice made
sounds neither Melanie nor Kimberly could understand. Gwendolyn laughed.
"Poor boy, I still can't understand you," Gwendolyn tittered. "Come, let us
exchange places, sit here between the girls," the woman urged. David,
unable to communicate his own thoughts, seemed at least to get the gist
of what Gwendolyn was asking of him. He rose and, in the spacious cabin,
managed to exchange his own place on the bench seat with that of
Gwendolyn's. "The boy is apparently from Romania, or perhaps
Czechoslovakia, or some other country," Gwendolyn explained to Melanie
and Kimberly. "Unfortunately, I've yet to meet anyone who can understand
his language."
"I certainly can't," Melanie agreed, as David settled between her and
Kimberly.
Gwendolyn's bare bottom felt the warmth left upon the upholstered
bench where David's naked haunches had been sitting. "Girls, let's have a
bit of sport with the boy," Gwendolyn said. "Perhaps we can teach him
some English in the process." Gwendolyn leaned forward and delicately
lifted an ostrich feather from a padded compartment along the partition.
"Look, David," Gwendolyn said with bright eyes. The boy at least knew the
English equivalent of his name, for he turned his head at the woman's
beckoning. "Feather." Gwendolyn pointed to the silky implement she held
twixt her fingers. "Feather." She pointed.
"It's a feather, David," Kimberly said brightly.
"Father," David said haltingly, with difficulty. Gwendolyn passed the
feather to Kimberly, and told her to give it to Melanie. Then Gwendolyn
gave Kimberly a feather of her own. "Each of you put a hand on David's
knees and draw them apart," Gwendolyn said. Kimberly's eyes brightened
as the possibilities of play that the feather could engender entered her
mind. Melanie, a bit hesitantly, followed Kimberly's lead. A moment later
and both David's knees had been pulled about as far apart as they could be,
leaving his genitals looking very exposed indeed.
"Show David just what properties the feather possesses, by putting
it to him where he can feel it best," Gwendolyn told the girls. Neither
could resist, though Melanie heard a little voice crying "No! No!" in the
back of her head. Trying to suppress giggles, both Kimberly and Melanie
put the ends of their feathers right against David's penis. The boy groaned.
His sculpted chest heaved.
With soft, delicate strokes Melanie and Kimberly passed the airy
feathers over David's stiff cock and swollen balls. With each teensy
titillation David seemed to become ever more painfully aroused. His hands
rose and lightly grasped each girl's mane of hair. Yet they continued their
salacious torment, almost oblivious to his foreign phrased protests.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, white semen shot forth from David's penis. Both
girls drew back their feathers momentarily, shocked at what they had
done. Then, unable to resist, they put their feathers to David once more,
tickling his loins until every last drop of his seed had been expelled.
"Ejaculation," Gwendolyn said to David. Panting, the boy mouthed the
word in response as best he could.
"Well, you girls were a bit naughtier than I'd expected," Gwendolyn
said to Melanie and Kimberly. The two of them looked up at the woman and
gave sheepish smiles. "Perhaps David would like to have a bit of fun with
you. David?" Gwendolyn asked the boy. He rose from his place, thinking he
must move once more. Gwendolyn slipped from her place on the bench and
pushed the boy to the floor, hands on his shoulders. "Sit and watch,"
Gwendolyn told David. He could only gaze at her in reply. Melanie and
Kimberly exchanged glances. Here they were again, caught up in an erotic
repast the ending of which they feared would be written by somebody else.
"Each other," David said haltingly, pointing at Melanie and Kimberly
while addressing Gwendolyn. Melanie let her eyes fall upon the boy. He
had a perfect view of both her and Kimberly's snatches, sitting as he was
on the floor right in front of them.
Gwendolyn seemed to understand what David wanted. She snuggled
up close to Kimberly on the seat. "Each of you girls part your legs as wide
as you can," Gwendolyn said. Both Melanie and Kimberly obeyed. They
glanced at David. He looked upon their pussies with eager eyes. His
bulging biceps rippled, like balloons that had been filled with sperm.
Gwendolyn cupped Kimberly's nearest knee in her palm. She held it
fast. Then, with awkward sign language, she indicated to David that he
should put a hand over Kimberly's other knee, where it touched Melanie's.
He did. With his remaining hand David grasped Melanie's other knee.
Both Melanie and Kimberly now sat with legs spread wide. Their
eyes met. Here they were, going whence they knew not, with virtual
strangers for company, their bushes fully displayed. How did they get into
such predicaments? Yet their clitorises seemed to tingle with pleasure
under nothing more than the hot gaze of David.
"Kimberly, make Melanie pay for what she did to David by tickling
her clitty with your feather," Gwendolyn suggested. Kimberly, despite
knowing that Melanie was armed just as well as she, couldn't turn down
such a tempting offer. Melanie had always been the leader of the two of
them, older, more demure, yet now she had an opportunity to make her
friend squirm like a little girl! At once Kimberly put her feather to
Melanie's pussy. She cared not if Melanie got revenge, everyone knew
Kimberly was a squirrely little urchin, it was Melanie she wished to see
reduced to such a state!
Melanie retaliated with her own feather against Kimberly's clit.
How dare that little fiend do such a thing to her? Didn't she know they
were in the hands of strangers? They might be used, abused, spanked or
chained, whatever Gwendolyn and David might wish. They should keep
their heads at all costs, yet here was little Kimberly joyously seeing how
many flicks of a feather it would take to make her come! Working as
effectively as she could, Melanie applied her own feather to Kimberly's
clit. If she could make the girl come before Kimberly did her in, perhaps
she at least could keep her head while Kimberly swooned under an orgasm.
One of them at least should stay clear-headed!
Unfortunately for Melanie, perhaps because of her somewhat more
Puritan view of life, perhaps only because Kimberly had gotten a few
seconds head start, it was Melanie who first succumbed to orgasmic
pangs. She bit her lip and flicked at Kimberly harder. Tears blossomed in
the corners of Melanie's eyes. She stole a glance at David. Beautiful
David, sitting like the boy king of Israel on his haunches watching her.
Melanie yelped and moaned. Kimberly, the fiend, was bearing up better
under the feather than she!
"Ooohahhh!" Melanie swooned. She bit her lip again and squeezed her
eyes shut. She cared not if her feather went astray. Was she still tickling
Kimberly's spot? Was that not Kimberly's thigh her feather had fled to?
Melanie struggled to contain the orgasm that welled up within her. She
must not lose this battle, she couldn't!
"Umph!" Melanie cried, and then a long moan followed. Her feather
trailed aimlessly on the seat between Kimberly's thighs as an orgasm
shook her. She heard Kimberly giggle. A second orgasm tore through
Melanie, right on the heels of the first. And a third. Melanie threw back
her head against the plushly upholstered seat in defeat. She had been
beaten fare and square, by her own best friend who was her junior, yet
who somehow had better control of her emotions than she herself.
Kimberly's laughter came to her ears. Mocking, triumphant.
"Congratulations, Kimberly," Melanie heard Gwendolyn say. Her voice
was charmingly unemotional, as if bestowing a motherly accolade upon
some child at a birthday party.
"Do I get a prize, Ma'am?" Kimberly asked eagerly. Melanie let her
eyes come slowly open. From somewhere Gwendolyn had fished out a
riding crop. She presented it to Kimberly. The crop had a pink bow tied
about its handle, at the apex.
"How is this for a present? It's all I have in the car," Gwendolyn
said. Though Kimberly's back was turned to Melanie at the moment the
blonde could just see the impish smile spreading across Kimberly's face.
"Oh, my! I've always wanted one of these, Ma'am!" Kimberly
exclaimed. "To use on naughty boy's bottoms...and a few bad girls too!"
Kimberly accepted the crop and seemed to study it. Her fingers traced its
long, slim, hard surface; pencil thin and flexible.
"You've never been treated badly by Melanie, have you?" Gwendolyn
asked.
"Oh, quite often, ma'am," Kimberly piped up. Melanie could feel her
hands turning to claws, wanting to rake the snippy girl's smooth, straight
back. Kimberly sat straight as a school pupil eagerly offering an answer
to the teacher. Her bottom bulbed beneath the slim circumference of her
waist.
Gwendolyn stroked Kimberly's hair. There was tender reward in her
eyes. Had Kimberly given just the answer Gwendolyn sought? "Well, you
can now instruct Melanie on how to treat you properly, if you wish,"
Gwendolyn said with an airy chuckle in her voice. The woman's hair was
long and lustrous, like finely spun gold, almost white in its overall
appearance, so Aryan was it in its aspect. Yet perhaps in its ivory beauty
it was not in fact the Yin to Lady Burgess' Yang. Perhaps there was a
touch of the Nazi in Gwendolyn.
"I would like to very much," Kimberly said. Did the girl not know
that this exchange might prove to only be a prelude? Melanie wondered.
This was only the bait, she mused, and Kimberly was foolishly taking it.
Kimberly swung her new crop inexpertly through the still air of the limo.
Its leather surface shone like polished brass; a wicked implement, meant
to drive horses to a pitch of activity, yet used nowadays no doubt
primarily upon the rumps of females!
Gwendolyn lifted a receiver from the wall in front of her. It was the
walkie talkie that allowed her to talk to the driver. She spoke in French.
"How foolish of me," Gwendolyn said, replacing the receiver once more in a
housing on the front wall. "Melville reports that there are some furs in
the storage area just behind his seat. I should have thought to ask him
earlier. He, of course, should have suggested it, but senility has taken its
toll on his mind." Melanie felt the car pull to the side of the road. There
was a crunch of gravel beneath its tires. After what seemed a rather long
delay, with Gwendolyn providing tips to Kimberly on the use of her new
crop, a haggard figure appeared in the swirl of snow just outside the
limo's lefthand window. Gwendolyn smiled and opened the door.
"Here y'are, ma'am, I just about broke my back tryin' to get 'em out
for you," a grey haired man said. About 100 years ago he must have been
quite handsome, Melanie thought, but now so many lines ran through his
visage that he looked almost to have risen from the grave.
"So you knew you had these all along?" Gwendolyn asked rather
tempestuously.
"Well, uh, I shouldn't lie, ma'am, indeed I did, I'd hoped by turning up
the heater in the back I could keep you sufficiently warm without them,"
Melville said sheepishly. Like a boy confessing to stolen cookies, Melanie
thought.
"You will be spanked when we get home," Gwendolyn said, a note of
sternness in her voice. "But then, that's probably just what you wanted,
isn't it? Hmmm?" A twinkle seemed to come to Melville's eyes.
"Not me, ma'am, a spanking would interrupt my devotions to the
Lord," Melville said. Though his face remained solemn Melanie found
herself barely suppressing a laugh. The old bastard! How lucky he must be
to be baring his heinie to the voluptuous Gwendolyn when other old men
his age were confined to nursing homes, bereft even of the privilege of
buying Playboy! The old man shuffled quickly away, heading back to the
front of the limo. No doubt he would squirm with delight all the way to
Gwendolyn's chateau.
HOMO HEAVEN!
Sitting upon the toilet seat
Stroking and spanking my meat
Looking at a magazine
Hoping IÕll not be seen
Through the crack twixt door and frame
By some boy with careful aim
Of his eye, looking through
Seeing my cock, all big and blue
Then again, were I a gay
That boy would really make my day!
IÕd probably shoot my cum
And, were I lucky, heÕd ask for some!
Oh, if only I could be
In drag then I could see
All those cute girls as they pee
In the room right next to me!
REVIEWS
by holy joe
Ubiquitous Funnies #19, 25¢. Minicomic. Brian Kirk, 93 Sunapee St.,
Springfield, MA 01108. mootcomics@aol.com, 76365.273@comp.com
Review: Another beautifully rendered pocket-sized cartoon
booklet from Brian. In this issue, our hero Asinine Head is plagued by a
recurring nightmare. It involves falling off of the roof of a tall
building. Asinine Head decides to conquer his nightmare. Much like
Richard Dreyfus in Close Encounters, he must locate the place he is
haunted by. Succeeding in this, he must then climb to the top. (The
elevator is out of order.) Finally, on the roof, Asinine Head
ÒencountersÓ his nightmare.
I did not find this issueÕs ending to be as satisfying as some other
issues IÕve read, but Brian is probably most gifted as an artist, which
necessarily means that the Ôstory-endÕ will sometimes be a little weak.
Nonetheless, this booklet is a fine piece of Americana and (globally-
speaking) of modern graphic art. It costs less than a stamp and, due to
limited distribution, it will only ever be owned by a very few number of
people. As the Internet becomes ever-more accessible to being
manipulated by graphic cartoonists, the minibooklet genre will fade
into obsolescence. This particular booklet is an artifact of an era that
is rapidly vanishing. Order today -- there is no tomorrow.
AND IN THE END...
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fillÕd shelves, yet needed
most, I bring...
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should
you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
- Walt Whitman
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