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Chapter Five (Part One)

PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF 17 YEAR OLD SLAVEGIRL TANIA

Can you imagine what it is like to have to kiss a woman's asshole? Then to have to thrust your tongue into it...again and again and again? Making her squirm and gasp with the pleasure of it?
It is, I assure you, quite revolting.
Men are revolting enough to have to serve but, in my view, women are equally so. What is more, they are more dangerous. More vindictive...and liable to have one punished even if one doe not deserve it.
I, with Millie who shares my cell, was taken to a recently arrived guest, Miss Gomez early one evening. When we entered her apartment, she was naked on the bed and obviously very ready for sexual pleasure, she told us exactly what she wanted and what she wanted must be done VERY well. She knelt on the bed, with hindquarters upraised, Millie beneath her attending to her eager sex, I behind her having to deal with her asshole. I licked it for quite a long while, laving along the cleft, before starting to probe. It was disgusting to have to do, but I HAD to do it. Getting my tongue in as far as I could. Wriggling it around. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Oh how the wicked bitch loved it! I could feel her shuddering with pleasure...from Millie's attentions as well as mine, of course.
How I hated her, useless as that was, needless to say. I hated her all the more since I was aware she knew, as a woman, how much I was hating what I had to do. That knowledge would only add to her pleasure. And to my hate.
But, as I have learnt to my cost, hate is a dangerous emotion in a slave.
„Get that tongue further in, girl,“ I heard her moaning, „right into my asshole...in...in...“
I did my best, but there are limits to what a tongue can do. Millie brought her to her first orgasm quite soon and she rested briefly. Then with a brief wiggle of her hindquarters, she indicated that we to resume. I startet again the wearisome probing of my tongue. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Hate, hate, hate. A thought flared into my mind. Oh., what exquisite joy if ever this woman were made a slave...and hat to do what I was doing! I tried to dwell on the throught, but it didn't last. It was something which would never happen.
This Miss Gomez came to a second climax and rested a while again. Then she changed Millie and I around. Lying on my back, I had to lick her slit. To me, it was just revolting as her asshole. But, all the same, I licked it fervently. Particularly the clitoris. Sucking it as well. The bitch was certainly enjoying herself. Hot and juicy, gasping and panting for pleasure. Hate, hate, hate. But no escaping what I had to do. Unless I wanted a mercyless flogging. They usually employ the martinet if a guest expresses herself, or himself, dissatisfied with one's performance. The martinet is a whip with three plaited leather thongs having three pieces of lead shot at the end. It is agonising. If one feels one's yaw aching abominably, if one feels one is flagging, one only has to think about that martinet to get spurred on to greater effort.
I brought Miss Gomez to her third climax and she rested again. Quite a while. How many climaxes was this bitch going to want? I lay with my mouth pressed to her revolting sex, trying to gather my strength. Millie's tongue, I knew, would still be in her asshole because she had no order to withdraw it.
Then, after a minute or so, with another wriggle of her hindquarters, we were off again. This bitch seemed insatiable. It took a long time to bring her to her fourth climax and I don't quite know how I managed to keep up the pace. But, in the end, with a long of squealing and writhing, she got her way.
I lay there, quite bushed. Surely four orgasms was enough?
But no. Millie and I were changed around again...and on wnt the merry dance.
Frankly, after a while, the evening became a bit of a blur. Sometimes I hardly knew whether I was licking her asshole or her sex. I was just forcing myself on and on and on. Giving everithing I could. A slave has to.
In the end, the randy bitch was practically coming all the time, until she collapsed in an exhausted heap.
We were told to get out.
And thankfully did so.
Being unescorted, Millie and I had to report to our Overseer. She locked us back in our cell and Millie and I slumped down on the hard plank-beds provided, both of us exhausted.
Somewhere up above, the bitch, Miss Gomez, was sleeping happily and comfortably, utterly slaked. I went on hating her until I finally fell asleep.

The 6 am bell woke me.
I got off my plank-bed at once and took a shower. Millie did likewise. Then we attended to our hair and make-up. One has to keep oneself as presentable as possible. Then we sat on our plank-beds looking unhappily at each other.
Another day had begun...what did it hold in store for us? Nothing of comfort, that was for sure.
„What a cow,“ saif Millie.
„A real filthy whore,“ I replied.
„But at least, I don't think she'll have complaints,“ said Millie.
„My God, I should hope not. Still, you never know.“ I shivered. I had been punished unjustly often enough before.
Then the door of our cell was unlocked and our male overseer entered.
I should tell you that we have a male Overseer and a female Overseer. The male's name is Tariq and he is a young, well-muscled Iranian, quite good-looking in a way and an enormous cock on him. Earlier, he was one of my Trainers. The female Overseer is Miss Pohl. She is a 30-year-old German and a pretty vicious cow. They are also in charge of four other slave-girls.
On the entrance of Tariq, Millie and I knelt at once on our beds, hands on top of the head. This is obligatory. Tariq grinned at us both in turn. Then he took off the white leather pouch about his loins. His big cock dangled free.
„Breakfast time,“ he said. Who'd like the first?“
„I would,“ replied Millie and I simultaneous.
„Oh dear...the competition!“ said Tariq. Then he went over to Millie's bed and sat on it. He fondled her breasts in a casual way. „You can warm me up, girlie,“ he went on, „and Tania can get my load. Right?“
„Whatever you say, Sir,“ said Millie.
„Of course,“ smiled Tariq. He leant against the wall and Millie went down to him. She kissed his balls and licked his cock zealously. Then, as he began to swell, she took the root into her right and slipped the knob into her mouth. She began to suck avidly and Tariq stiffend fast. As always, I was rather taken aback by the length and girth of that prick. When I had first had to deal with it in my mouth, I had wanted to die. But I didn't. I learnt, step by painful step, to cope with it. When I finally got it up me, it hurt at first but it was also quite fantastic. Tariq always makes me come and, frankly, I don't mind being fucked by him. It is the paunchy, hairy, middle-aged lecherous guests I loathe.
Soon Tariq was smiling happily as Millie's head bobbet up and down. It is not possible to get a great deal of Tariq's cock into your mouth but she was doing her very best. He continued to squeeze Millie's breasts.
„Mmmm...good...girl...“ he said after a few minutes, „but I think that's about all I can let you have.“ Millie's head stopped bobbing and Tariq's rigid cock slipped out of her mouth. He got up and came across the cell, the monster swinging before him.
„Hungry?“ he asked.
„Yes, Sir,“ I nodded.
„Perhaps you'd like it up your cunt instead?“
„Yes Sir,“ I agreed.
„Sorry about that. You're going to suck me.“
„Yes Sir,“ I said. He sat on my bed and I took him into my mouth. I had to open wide. My God, what a knob it is! Soon I was sucking expertly in the way I had been taught long ago. Tariq was rubbing my hair and occasionally tweaking a nipple.
„Yes...very good...slave,“ he said after a while. „You've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner.“ I suppose I had to take that as a compliment. Soon his belly was beginning to quake and his muscular thighs to quiver. I worked even harder on him.
„OH...yes...yes...YESSSSSSSS!“ he gasped out. Then he erupted in my mouth. I went on sucking and sucking, swallowing furiously as he unleashed himself. As usual, there was a great deal to take before he was finally drained. He lay back, sighing contentedly.
„You're a good girlie,“ he murmured after a little while. „I must say that for you. It pains me when I punish you.“ Frankly, I doubtet that, but naturally didn't say so.
„Thank you, Sir,“ said Millie and I together.
„Now, as to today,“ he went on. „This morning you'll come back here but, of course, be available to anyone who wants you. Right?“
„Yes, Sir,“ we said.
Tariq put his leather pouch back on again and left the cell.

At first, I had hated serving on the patio. I mean, walking around stark naked in front of all those guests. Having to serve them. Letting them fondle you. Sticking a finger up your pussy or your rear. Horrible. The shame was almost unbearable. But now I've got used to it and I realise it is quite a cushy number.
Therew were more women on the patio than men when Millie and I got there. That is quite usual early on in the day. A lot of the male guests were probably still fucking themselves stupid.
Miss Grosse was not in attendance. Probably still comatose.
A pair of fingers snapped at me. The nails were bright red. I hurried over, feeling a number of eyes on my bouncing breasts. „Yes, Ma'am?“ I enquired obsequiously. The face was old enough and hard enough for that form of address. Though I've been slapped often enough for making a mistake about that.
„A large pernod, with lots of ice, slave,“ said the woman.
„At once, Ma'am.“ I hurried off. I felt male eyes on my bouncing buttock cheeks. What did it matter? Had I not, hundred of times, exposed myself in every possible fashion. There was certainly nothing private about my private parts any more. Once a slave-girl gets to accept that fully, her life becomes, in certain ways easier. I came back with the Pernod on a tray and placed the glass carefully on the table.
„Have you been fucked today, slave?“ asked the woman.
„No, Ma'am,“ I replied truthfully. I wasn't going to tell her I had given my Overseer a blow-job.
„Bad luck,“ she said, her mouth twisting derisively. „Can't wait for some of those Overseer's big cocks to get up you, I suppose?“
„That's right, ma'am,“ I agreed. When one is serving duty, one has quickly to get used to such insulting and provoking talks. It's all part of the patio duty.
„Did I not say LOTS of ice, girl?“ she suddenly asked sharply.
„Yes, Ma'am,“ I replied. Her glass was crammed with ice.
„This should be in a larger glass with more ice,“ she stated. I felt a little nervous. This sort of women was always dangerous.
„I beg pardon, Ma'am,“ I said. „I'll change it.“
„Do that...and quick!“ I hurried off. In under a minute I was back with a mountain of ice in a larger glass. She took it, saying nothing, taking a hefty swig. Then she opened a large handbag at her side and took out a two-thonged strap which had brass studs on its tips.
„I shall punish you for that piece of slackness,“ she said. „Bend over!“
Strictly speaking, geusts were not supposed to punish slaves without their Overseer's permission, but there was not much point in protesting. I reckonned it would only make matters worse. So I bent over, legs straight, touching toes. She didn't bother to stand up, for which I was thankful, for if she had done so, the strap would have had a longer sweep.
Whack!
It burned fierily and I couldn't help gasping. The cow! There was absolutely no reason for this. She was simply indulging herself.
Whack!
God...how those studs hurt! I gasped again, jerking up. „Keep bending, slave,“ she said, „or I'll send for an Overseer and have you properly thrashed.“
I bent, gripping my ankles. I hated this unknown woman just as I had hated Miss Gomez. Much good that did me.
Whack!
I stayed bending, absorbing the pain as best I could. The utter injustice of it was almost as cruel as the pain.
She gave me three more strokes, making six in all, then ordered me out of her sight. As I walked away, I sensed that there were even more male eyes on my bouncing bottom now that it was nicely reddened.
I went on serving guests for the next few hours, being groped and mauled in the process. One of the males, a gross looking American, asked my name...and said he was going to send for me later in the day.
Oh what a happy prospect!
Having completely my tour of duty on the patio, I lay on my hard bed again.
Millie was on the other side of the cell. Possibly, I told myself, that Yank would forget my name, perhaps he wouldn't send for me. Maybe he had got so drunk he had forgotten all about me.
One can always hope.
I dozed fitfully, perhaps for an hour or so. Then came the sound of the cell door being unlocked. Quickly I knelt erect as Miss Pohl entered, as po-faced as ever.
„You're wanted Tania,“ she said, a Mr. Hopheimer seems to have taken a fancy to you.“
My heart sank. That must be the same Yank. Submissively I remained kneeling while Miss Pohl fastened on my collar and then attached a chain. I was led out of the cell and away from the slave quarters to the building where the guests were housed. Up the stairs, a long carpeted corridors. Luxury. We came to a door and Miss Pohl knocked.
„come in...“
In we went and, at once, I was down on my knees at the end the guest's bed, my bottom raised hig, my thighs well splayed.
„Ah...thank you...Miss...“
„Miss Pohl.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl. This is Tania then?“
„Yes, Mr. Hopheimer, this is Tania. I'll fetch her when you've finished with her.“
„Thank you, Miss Pohl.“ My collar was unlocked and fell to the floor. My Overseer left. Inwardly I trembled. One never knew how vilely one was going to be treated. There was a long silence and I could imagine him examining me in the wall mirror towards which my hindquarters were thrust.
„Mmmm...rather nice...come up un the bed, Tania,“ he said at last.
I came up, seeing him naked, white and paunchy. Fifty if he were a day. The kind of male I loathe. But I was going to have to please him just the same. His hands mauled me excessively, breats and bottom mainly.
„How old are you, Tania?“ he asked.
„s*******n, Master,“ I answered. He leered at me.
„And I'm fifty two,“ he stated. „Certainly old enough to be your father. I rather like that.“
He made me feel slightly sick but I managed to smile at him.
„So you are, Master,“ I said respectfully. This, you must understand, is how a slave-girl must behave with a guest. We are trained to it.
„Do you know what I am going to do to you, my pretty?“
„No, Master,“ I answered thrutfully.
„I am going to bum-fuck you,“ he said. I felt sicker than ever. Being fucked is bad enough, as far as I am concerned, being bum-fucked is worse.
„I am honoured, Master,“ I said in a voice little above a whisper. He smirked, licking his lips.
„Yes, I suppose you are,“ he said, grinning horribly. His fingers had begun to probe my anus. „Had plenty up her, have you?“
„No...not...not...a great d-deal, Master,“ I answered. Which was true. Most of the guests seemed to prefer to fuck me in the normal way.
„So...ahhh...so...you'll be quite tight...“
Yes...M-Master...I think so...“
„Well, I'll soon find out.“ Against my belly, as I lay half on top of him, I felt his cock stiffening. It did not seem to large...for which I was most thankful. He went on probing with a finger. I hated it...oh how I hated it. Yet, it was going to go worse. Far worse.
„Would my Master like me to use some ointment?“ I asked hopefully. That would ease matters.
„No, slave,“ he said, with a lop-sided lecherous smile of this. „'m just going to ram it into you. And I hope it hurts!“
Oh the bastard! The filthy, wicked bastard!
„I...I only wish to please my Master,“ I heard myself saying.
„Then, get your arse in the air...right now!“
I did so with no delay, but nevertheless crying insinde. What a hideous fate it is to be made a slave-girl! One has to obey and obey, no matter how revolting the demands. I want you to understand the full horror of this, if you can.
My flanks were seized. I could hear the b**st panting lustfully. Then I felt his hard prick-knob pressing against my anus. He pushed and pushed, grunting joyfully.
„Ooh...ahh...ooohhh...you little beauty...“
Then he was in me. Thrusting painfully. I cried out. I expect he liked that.
Then he was thrusting in and out savagely. Almost like madman. There was no finesse; no time, no would imagine, for enjoyment. It was quick ****, pure and simple. A frenzied ego trip. Luckily for me, it was all over in less than a minute. He was slumped down, still in me, but limp, groaning with satisfaction.
I had done my duty!
But, oh dear God, what a way to be used!
I lay there, feeling his paunchy nakedness crushing me. Would he want me again? I prayed that he would not. And my prayer was answered. After a little while he asked for my Overseer to come and take me away. Doubtless he hadn't got the stamina for another effort.

When my Overseer had taken me back to my cell and left, Millie came across and stroked my hair. Then she kissed me on the cheek. We are great friends in adversity. That helps a lot.
„Bad?“ she asked.
„I was bum-fucked,“ I answered, but it wasn't too bad.“ I explained what had happened. She sighed.
„But bum-fucking is always horrible, even if the time is short.“
„True,“ I said, „but it's better to be bum-fucked for one minute than ten minutes or more.“
„True,“ she said. Then she kissed me again. „Perhaps it is all over for today.“
„Perhaps...“, I agreed. We could only hope.
However, as it turned out, our hopes were to be dashed. About half an hour later, Millie was taken away by Miss Pohl, apparently to be used by some female guest. A little later, Tariq came for me...to please some male guest.
The man in question was very drunk and very revolting. He spent a lot of time mauling me and playing with me before he achieved an erection. Finally he took me brutally from the rear, slobbering horribly and snorting like a pig.
Tariq looked almost sympathetic as he took me back to my cell. He patted my bottom. „Perhaps you can rest now, little one,“ he said.
My bottom was still sore from the strap that wretched woman had laid across me but, all the same, I rested very well indeed.
Millie was still absent. I could only hope she was not having too bad a time.

The benison of the night passed all too swiftly. It seemed only an hour or two, not many hours, before the cell door was being unlocked and Tariq entering. He was smiling in his usual lustful way.
„Breakfast time again, Tania,“ he said as he approached me, as I knelt on my bunk. Off came his white leather restrainer.
In no time at all I had his big cock in my mouth and was sucking as if my life depended on it.

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The island

The heavy iron belts make it quite difficult to walk The heavy iron belts make it quite difficult to walk. The weight causes problems and I cannot imagine to stay with these terrible belts for a longer time. But there is one advantage of the belt around my waist: As long as I wear the belt I cannot become laced in one of these extremely tight corsetts which I saw on our way throug the yard. These corsetts seem to be incredible tight. One girl was standing, fixed in a frame with her...

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The Secret Island

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Selecting the Right GirlChapter 19 Norfolk Island

FRANK WAS SITTING in the Qantas Club in the international terminal at Sydney airport, when he heard his name paged. He quickly stood up and walked to the front desk and there was the tall, athletic and beautiful Sandy, dressed sensibly for travelling, but still looking good. He greeted her with a gentle kiss, showed his membership card to the receptionist and then led her to his table. She accepted his offer of coffee and once she had drunk it they both got up and selected a few things from...

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Thunder Island

Thunder Island is the most beautiful of the coastals. It’s still beautiful, in spite of now being filled with condos, motels, gigantic mansions and tourists ... it’s classy and scenic and just fabulous. You are a lucky motherfucker if you can afford to live there. The foliage is still thick and rich, with red cedar, oaks, loblolly and longleaf pines everywhere. The businessmen that turned the beauty of the island into money were careful, at least, and much of the natural beauty of the place has...

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The Island

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Whipple Island

SEAN: Good gravy it was hot! Oh, sure, there's hot, but then there's the hot you get in the summer in the Midwest. If you didn't grow up here, you wouldn't know what I'm talking about! It's the kind of hot where the humidity is higher than the temperature. Your clothes stick to you. The air doesn't move. You keep hoping to find shade on the trail ahead, but when you get in the shade, it isn't any better. So far, this Independence Day weekend was the hottest weekend of the year. It...

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cuckold island

The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles off the coast of Namibia, Africa.John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were nude, wearing nothing but chastity belts, something that was customary for white men on the island. John felt his penis strain against the inside of...

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PLEASURE ISLAND THE POOLSIDE ENCOUNTER Chapter 6A Learning More About The Island

PLEASURE ISLAND: THE POOLSIDE ENCOUNTER Chapter 6A Learning More About The Island You both go and take showers to clean some of the mutual cum off and there is plenty of heavy petting and another round of orgasms. Coming out of the shower was when it got interesting for me reasons. "I can't believe that your makeup stays in place and doesn't have to be reapplied. It's not fair. Especially the deep painted red of those lips. It still looks like they were painted next to an old '55...

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Hospital Island

I never used to believe in the spiritual world. Psychics, seances, Voodoo, Santa Rosa and all the rest always bored me. I guess you could say I didn't believe in Ghosts or the Supernatural. What changed my mind about all that was a strange event in my life. It happened the summer after my 25th birthday. It was a warm August day. A couple of my friends and I decided we'd crash a local nude beach. The only place where clothing optional beaches on Long Island where I live, were either...

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Threads The Island

Edwin looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared. In a couple of days time Danny's c***dren would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they'd be meeting here for the very first time. On top of...

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The Scat Island

This is not an advertisement for the scat island, but instead description and narration of activities and events that take place there. Somewhere in pacific, there is this island not shown in any maps and can hardly be seen on google-maps! The island has a rim of narrow yellow sand beach and in the middle it is mainly green. On one side the island is slightly elevated like a small hill, and where this elevation starts, there is a small plain strip where woods are less and if you look down...

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The Hidden Island

My name is John. An ordinary name, and it fits, because I'm an ordinary guy. I'm fifty-seven, short, and not particularly well-built; I have thinning hair, a weak chin, and ears that kind of stick out. I'm not exactly ugly; I just have the kind of face you don't remember two minutes after you see it. I'm a corporate accountant, which is every bit as dull as it sounds. I drive a twelve-year-old Toyota, and I live in a small one-bedroom apartment. I have no close friends, no brothers or sisters,...

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Treasure Island

Part one I was born under a lucky star, had a fairy for a godmother, whatever. Anyway,for some reason I'm a winner. And now you expect me boasting about my successfulcareer, how I surged to the top in no time, the power I hold, the fabulousamounts of money I earn. Sorry to disappoint you. I never entered the rat race,actually I'm unemployed, permanently, never in my life had a proper job. Aha,you think, spoiled son of a wealthy family. Nope. My old man was a truck driver,who died of a heart...

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Wonder Womans Sexual MisadventuresChapter 7 Wrong Island

Based on the story line idea (expanded by me) of John T at www.eroticillusions.com. Used with artist permission. To see his art, go to the above website and click on art/erotic stories. John T will be down in the right hand column. Princess Diana had finally been restored to health by the healing device on Paradise Island. However, her restoration had depleted the Amazons supply of Amazonium. Queen Hippolyta had promised that, if all the Amazonium was used to heal her, Princess Diana would...

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Glimpses of the Island

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Sable Island

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The RescueChapter 13 A Deserted Island

It was shortly after one when a small island was spotted off the port bow, and Captain Jimmy adjusted the yacht’s course to approach it. He and the other frolicking fornicators had come back on deck at noon, for a hearty lunch, and he had taken the wheel on the main bridge. Most of the others surrounded him as he described the island as they came closer. “It’s not really all that much of an island, maybe a mile long and half that wide, at best. It’ never had anybody living there permanently...

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Patricias Wild Week On Penkor Island

Patricia felt her heart skip a beat when she caught sight of Dr. Mackenzie coming through the doors of his office the following Monday morning. Having just spent a most enjoyable weekend with him, she thought, WOW... ! Talk about being handsome and sexy... , I go weak in the knees every time he's around me. Looking out his office door, Jordan could see Patricia was busy preparing for their first surgery of the day. Knowing he was unobserved, he couldn't keep his hungry eyes off her....

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Celebrity Island

Chapter 1Karl Newman was pretty messed up – the result of a sexually confused Colorado childhood.  Around the time he hit puberty he was introduced to sex through the keyhole of his mother’s bedroom door.  It was seldom that the single mother needed to satiate her lustful urges but, occasionally, strange men would visit and nights of forceful love-making would ensue.Always curious, Karl would watch through the spy-hole and masturbate as his mother was ridden hard from behind or from the front...

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No Man Is an Island

Greg slowly twisted his hand, slowing the outboard motor behind him to a stop. The vibrations, which had been traveling up his arm and shaking his poor middle aged body for the past half hour, eased as the ship began to coast towards the rocky shore. Ship. Really, that was a grandiose term for the "True Blue". It barely rated being called a boat. Ten or twelve feet long (he'd never bothered to measure it), the True Blue was just an old aluminum rowboat with an outboard motor. His father had...

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Delta OriginalChapter 5 Kazan Island

Nyoni looked up when she heard the noise. Another machine was traversing the sky heading towards the north-east. She had felt a shift in the magical energies from that area and now believed that the visitors had found the Giants. She knew it wouldn’t be long before they found them too. She sighed. Unlike the Giants, it wasn’t a spell that kept her people tied to their islands. It was their fear. Her people hadn’t fared well at the hands of humans in the past. While the Genteli were more...

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B7 Chapter 16 Epilog The Island

Chapter 16: Epilog - The Island Dee Dee placed the copy of the tape backup of her computers onto the shelf, so that it was now a complete set again, with the others. The missing file folder which contained a large number of technical documents on Dee Dee’s lab machines and procedures was now back where it belonged also. Dee was familiar enough with her own work, that a quick inspection of it proved that none of the pages were missing. “It’s good to have you back again where you belong,” she...

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The Island

This story contains graphic sex and the main character is turned into a human toilet. If this does not interest you read no further. THE ISLAND by Lauren Westley Chapter One I'll never forget how it all started. I was in the Caribbean fishing with 5 other guys. We were about 200 miles south of Florida when a squall suddenly appeared making the sky ominous and the waves quite treacherous. Our boat road the waves pretty well and we managed to radio for help but a half hour...

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The Island

Authors note - This was my first foray into writing. I had intended to rework this story after a lot of unfavourable criticism but I could not do it. This is how it was first published and this is how it stands.The Island Chapter 1ArrivalAs Ashley and I stood on the dock waiting for her friend Carol, I wondered why I was here. Was a two-week vacation on a lonely island in Northern Ontario really what I wanted, or had I let Ashley talk me into it? Had I capitulated to this trip in the hopes our...

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Harrigans Island

HARRIGAN'S ISLAND © 2010 by Anthony Durrant Harrigan, the harbour's errand boy, entered the room of David Parker, the first mate of the S.S. Marine, and found him lying on his bed in a drunken stupor. With him was his captain, Jacob Grumbly, an old hand in the Hawaiian Islands waters. Harrigan took one look at Parker and told Grumbly: "It looks bad, doesn't it, Skipper? I came in here and found him this morning. I think he's dead to the world for...

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The People on the Other Side of the Island

When I was a kid, fifteen as I recall — and that was long enough ago that I don't care to dwell on it — my dad, my mom, my cousin and I lived for three years on a small island off the northern coast of Maine. My dad was a botanist who worked for the state and he'd been assigned to catalogue as much of the flora of the islands as he could. Three years was all that had been funded for. So we moved to this little island for no other reason than it had an available house on state-owned property...

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MasterbuilderChapter 2 The Island

I found myself standing on the beach, wearing, I imagine, the stupidest face in human history, and absolutely nothing else, not even my wedding band or my four-metal bracelet, which was meant to control rheumatism. Since there were no mirrors about, I could only guess that my face reflected my feelings of utter consternation. I remember thinking so much for Alfred and his big mouth the one moment, next I'm here. The sand felt soft and warm underfoot, the sky was clear, the sun hot but not...

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Sex on Manness Island

Sex on Manness Island. The island would have passed undiscovered but for the fact that it held a magical secret. And that secret was, that it helped you overcome any sexual hang-up you cared to think about. Anything. Some people had problems with getting it on with another human being. Man or woman, they just could not manage it. But here on Manness Island, you could find a solution. Some said it was already buried here, like Pirate treasure. Some said it was brought here during the war, and...

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TV Island

TV Island by Mike R. Pen This story is for adults. If you are under 18 do not read. Except for Fictionmania, this story may not be copied to any other website without written permission from me. Enjoy. John woke up and groaned. His head was throbbing with a massive headache. He guessed he had really tied one on last night. With his eyes closed, he continued to lay in bed, trying to summon up the strength to move, and at the same time trying to calm down the rumbling his...

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Island

Why in the world anyone would choose to build a tiny little cabin on a tiny little island in the middle of a tiny little lake is something I've never figured out. But there it is and there I was going. It'd come down from my wife's side, and when her parents died she and her siblings had turned it into a sort of family trust. We all split the costs of the upkeep and share a vacation destination. The unwritten by-laws still work fairly well. The obvious hot dates are doled out democratically;...

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The Island Introducing Ourselves To The Island

I often find myself wondering how we all became so open-minded with regards to sex on the island. I think that when we arrived, the majority of islanders already enjoyed each other and they were more or less gagging to get us involved too. It was some years ago that I got involved. I remember it well and it was when I did a favour for Tom. That led on to a wonderful New Year’s Eve party and we have never looked back after that. Steve and I had decided at an early age that we would be...

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Crash Island

Crash Island I was on an unbelievably beautiful vacation that I had won in a contest. I was going to island hop around the Caribbean for the entire winter. It would last a full six months from November first to April thirtieth. Getting out of New York was a wonderful thing once in a while. At my age of sixty this was also a dream vacation, one that I had actually dreamed of for most of my life. When I won it I was speechless then I jumped for joy. When I told my boss that I needed six...

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Welcome to pleasure Island

The cruise ship was steadily making its way toward a far-off island in the Caribbean. The people on the ship were anxious to arrive at the place called Pleasure Island. This all included resort was supposed to be the best place on earth to spend some vacation. It was open for single and young couple only. The resort was offering a unique experience to their client, they called it the game. Visitors could only bring the clothes they could wear on arrival and even after that, they are asked to...

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Changes In Paradise 06 The Battle for Mermaid Island

Disclaimer: The usual ... if you're underage, stop reading (and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Permission granted to re-post on any free site with attribution. This "spurt" of activity was both energizing and highly distracting for me. My job demands much of my time, as does my wonderful partner and lover, and I now...

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Slave Island

ISLE D?ESCLAVES ???????????????????????????????? ISLE D?ESCLAVES  Day One ? the arrival. Lauren and Barbara learn the ropes. LAUREN MICHELLE stretched out languidly on the long leather bench in the luxury speedster as the young woman who had met them at the dock steered the sleek 40-foot Silverton convertible out into the open sea. Lauren had changed into a bright yellow PVC bikini on the way to the dock in Lady Barbara Kleinhold?s stretch limo soon after landing at Faa International...

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The only woman on Shipwreck Island

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Boygirl Mouths of Auvee Island

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Aunties IslandChapter 10 Return to Aunties Island

FRED: I have no idea how I let the whole thing happen. It was as if the entire world was conspiring against me, and for some idiotic reason, I just let it all come to pass. I mean, it's nice when things work out, but there had been almost no margin for error at all. Stupid! It was the first week in October. Brenda was in her 37th week, and she was at that stage where everyone wished she would just have the baby and get it over with. Simply getting out of a chair was a chore for her, and...

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Shipwrecked on Lust Island

After six months on her new job, Melissa found herself summoned to Masters’ office. At first she was worried she had done something wrong but the boss quickly put her at ease. “Melissa, you’ve been a great hire and a wonderful asset to the office,” he said. “It’s about time you had a vacation.” “Well, um, thanks, but I don’t really know if I’ve saved enough to afford a trip,” Melissa said. “I thought you might say that,” Masters said with a smile. “I’ve talked this over with your folks and...

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