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Lord of the Flies?
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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: LESBIANISM/BONDAGE/INCEST/TEEN
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Copyright 1991 All rights reserved
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You've all read Lord of the Flies? Well, this is the same story only
with girls added into the equation. Boys from a military school, and girls
from a Catholic high school are stranded on an island together. Pretty
soon the girls are learning discipline and pain. And when the boys
discover a local vegetable that makes the girls weak-willed and obedient
they really take command.
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Part Two
The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in
any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half
asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the
water and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around
as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm
leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little
huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there
was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.
I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would
come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was
watching the activity glumly.
"What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.
"Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're
not going to tell anyone."
"But... people will miss us." I said.
"Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably,
and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us,
or we never showed up, or something."
"They won't believe them."
"Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they
won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for
days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for
years."
"That's stupid." I said, uncertainly.
"Maybe." she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway,
maybe weeks."
A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any
rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the
days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we
helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.
The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts
they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and
spears.
We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain
Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew
nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or
worse yet cause trouble for him and his `men', and take them away
from their important, manly work.
The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed
to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They
walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and
their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our
disreputable dress.
Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of
thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress
had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically
falling apart.
They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses
off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm
at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm
leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their
vaunted survival training.
What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming.
There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little
village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go
there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes
and skinny dip.
At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was
terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy
about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed
in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave
in and disrobed completely.
I didn't think there was any girl there who really had
anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because
of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at
first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say
everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as
she could.
She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal
jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had
the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe
I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny
waist made me better than her giant breasts.
I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for
anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits
of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better,
because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with
my body.
Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best
hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun.
The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my
tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips
and tits look better because of that.
The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the
perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two
cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay
on her belly.
Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the
shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her
hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me
want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured
she'd be pretty indignant at that.
Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet
face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with
long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.
We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without
any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were
always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off
was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond
beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy
cold there.
Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine
what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was
designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping
through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!
We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly.
They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own
superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally
got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.
She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to
strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then
we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity.
Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit,
wasn't it?
Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They
hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut
up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being
beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.
Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island.
Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored
stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the
ban on it.
We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast
away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to
dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our
underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into
some of the boys.
The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great
place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room
service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything
but trees, dirt, water, and birds.
We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea.
"How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she
sighed.
"I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for
years."
"I wonder what my parents are thinking."
"Mine too."
We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After
a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat
down on the beach again.
"We ought to be getting back." she sighed, looking at her
watch.
"Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet." I
complained.
"Me neither."
Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me. I jerked back in
surprise, staring at her.
"Why not Meg? It's at least something to do."
"Someone will see us." I said.
"Who? We've been here for over an hour and we haven't see any
sign of anything."
"I can't"
"You didn't say that at your place."
"I was drunk then." I snapped.
"Me too, but it was still fun."
"Go find one of the boys, like Annie has."
She gave me a pitying look.
"You think I want to make it with one of those snotty
stormtroopers? Give me a break."
"Some of them aren't so bad, like that
one who... "
She kissed me again, silencing me. This time she put her arm
around me and pushed me back onto the sand, coming down on my
chest. Her right breast was pressing heavily into my right breast,
and her hand caressed my left.
"Wendy." I complained.
"Come onnnn." she pleaded.
She kissed me again, and her hand slid over my naked breasts.
"You know you want it." she said, hotly.
She was right. I hadn't even jerked off since we'd gotten here. It
was kind of hard to find any privacy in a little hut stuffed with
five other girls.
She ran her tongue across my nipples, then slurped them into
her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. My breasts
swelled and hardened as her hands and mouth worked on them, and I
started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.
She slid down my body, her tongue licking wide trails across
my chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then she was between my legs
and twirling that wonderful tongue in and out of my slit.
Her fingers rubbed back and forth across my clitty, sending me
into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making me cum with a
devastating fury.
She scurried around on her knees, her tongue and mouth latched
onto my slit. Her groin moved around over my face, and then slowly
lowered. I looked up at her bare crotch, and as if in a dream,
watched it approaching me. Then my hands slid up around her
buttocks, feeling and remembering the wonderful softness of her
skin as I drew her closer.
My tongue slid up and down along her slit, making her shiver
atop me. She lay fully over me, her breasts in my belly and mine in
hers. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples against my
skin as she worked on my clit once more.
I opened my mouth wide and engulfed almost her entire pubic
mound, munching lightly. Then I moved my lips against her clitty
and sucked it into my mouth, humming and buzzing to set the little
bud vibrating. I heard Wendy moan from down between my legs, and
the sound sent a surge of lust through me.
I renewed my effort, driving my tongue deep into her slit,
gulping down girl juice, rasping my nose, and lips and tongue
across her clitty. Her body shuddered all over, and her fingers
stabbed deep into my cunt as she came.
I kept working fiercely on her clitty until she finished her
orgasm, then went back to a more leisurely licking and sucking. I
slid my hands back and forth over her thin buttocks, and then down
along her sides to her breasts.
I pushed my hands between us and squeezed her breasts,
searching for the nipples.
Suddenly I became aware of a pair of bare feet and legs
standing inches from my head. I gasped and shoved Wendy, dumping
her off sideways, and bolting upright, arms crossed over my
breasts, and hand over my pussy.
Wendy looked around in confusion and her eyes opened in shock.
She too covered herself. I turned to find three boys grinning there
beside us. There faces were leering and nasty as they beheld us.
"Looks like we found a couple of dykes." One said.
"Little slutty lesbos." another added.
"Like eating pussy lezy?" the first one asked Wendy.
"Guess thats where she gets her strength." the third taunted.
I recognized him as the first guy Wendy had raced and beaten.
"How about it honey? That where you get your speed, from
eating out pussy?"
"Fuck off and get lost!" She hissed, furiously.
"Whats the matter Wen-deeee?" he sneered. "We interrupting
your daily lunch?"
"Don't let us bother you. Just go back to what you were
doing." the first one sneered.
"Go Away!" I begged them, trying to completely cover my
breasts and vagina. I sat in the sand, and whipped my knees up in
front of me, keeping my feet tight together.
"What's the matter honey? Think you got something we ain't
seen." the second guy, who was sporting a bulging erection in his
pants, sneered. "We been watching you to since you got to this
beach."
"Yeah. You got really nice tits baby. What's your name
anyway."
"Can't you bastards just fuck the hell off!" Wendy glared, her
face red and angry.
"Sure Wendy. Just suck us all off and we'll go away." The
swimmer said.
"When it's a cold day in hell." she hissed.
"We can always tell everyone what a couple of little lezbos
you two are. I'm sure Annie will love to hear that."
Her face was a mask of rage as the three of them snickered and
ogled us. If she'd had a gun, I'm sure she would have killed them
all. Then one of them moved forward. It was the guy, Larry, was his
name, that she'd beaten in the race.
"Come on baby, your friend's lonely." he snickered. He grabbed
for her She tried to dodge, but couldn't and cover herself. He
grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her breasts, and yanking her
forward. He dragged her over onto me.
Another of the boys pushed me backwards, and then knelt with
his knees on my shoulders. I was still franticly trying to cover
myself with my hands and had no way to push him away. Then the
other boy knelt beside me. The shifted positions, each putting a
knee on my shoulder and pulling one of my legs apart.
In a second they had me spreadeagled on my back. They easily
held my hands above my head while the Larry struggled with Wendy.
She had given up all attempts to cover herself and was furiously
fighting with him as he tried to pull her over on top of me.
She was a tough girl, and managed to slam her fist up into his
face with enough force to knock him backwards. She jumped up but he
grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. Then he was on her. He
outweighed her by a good seventy or eighty pounds, and easily
pressed her to the sand.
He was angry now, his face grim and determined. He jerked
Wendy's right arm way up behind her back until she cried out in
pain. Then he grabbed her left and did the same, holding them
together way up behind her neck.
His other hand was in her hair, and he dragged her across the
sand towards where the other two held me down. He forced her to her
knees between my legs and pushed her face against my crotch.
"Go on Dyke! Suck her cunt out!" he hissed.
He pushed her face right into my outspread crotch, rubbing it
against me.
"Eat her out lezbo!" Another of the boys taunted.
Wendy kept her mouth grimly closed, even when Larry twisted
her arms up higher. I could tell from the way she was gritting her
teeth and blinking her eyes, that she was fighting off tears.
"Leave her alone you fucking bastards!" I screamed.
"Fuck you lezzie." One of them said to me.
"Maybe you're not a lezzie after all, huh Wendy." Larry
sneered.
"Maybe you really want a nice stiff cock."
"Jack. Come and help me with her." He called to one of the
others. The boy on my right side moved over to him, while the third
boy pulled me up to my knees, back against his chest. He twisted my
arm up behind me like Larry was dong to Wendy, and his other arm
went around my throat, holding me against him.
Jack, knelt in front of Wendy, and then Larry pulled her up so
her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her
head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Wendy's joined wrists
and he easily held them against her neck.
She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack's
legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and
pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. I
watched in horror as he pressed it against Wendy's cunt hole.
I struggled against the boy holding me, but could hardly move
at all. I could only watch from no more than two feet away, as
Larry slowly pressed his erection into Wendy's vagina. The worst
part about it, I thought at the time, was that I knew Wendy was a
virgin. She'd never been with a boy before.
Larry discovered that seconds later, whooping with glee.
"She's a cherry guys, a fuckin' little dyke cherry."
"Pop the fucker." the guy holding me urged.
"Yeah, tear it out man." Jack grinned.
Larry rammed his hips forward, once, then again, then again. The
third time Wendy let out a low moan, and then a whimper of pain as
his cock slammed through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy.
"Pop goes the cherrrryyyyy." Larry sang. He pulled his cock
out slightly, then threw his hips forward, thrusting his prick even
deeper into Wendy's pussy
He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his
belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in
and out.
His erection moved in and out of Wendy's crotch hole with a
harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the
tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her
tightly as he humped against her.
I couldn't see Wendy's face, because it was between Jack's
legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and
knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any
kind of weakness to them.
The guy holding me, laughed as he watched Larry riding Wendy.
"You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed
body against her ass cheeks. "Like it better with a cock up your
cunthole?"
"Give it to her Larry!" the guy behind me urged.
Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me
fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.
"You want some of that baby?" he leered.
"You want it, don't you?"
His hand released my arm, and it fell with a sudden clamour of
pain.
His hands went beneath my arms and then up and behind my neck,
pulling my arms up and apart. He bent me backwards, pushing my
chest out and up.
"Hey Jack, what do you think of these?" he shouted.
"Nice coconuts Vince. You gonna drink a little milk?."Jack
laughed.
"Fucking A, man!" Jim snickered.
He threw me down on my face in the grass, and then jumped up.
When I tried to get up, his foot slammed down on my back, shoving
me back into the sand.
A second later he was kneeling beside me and throwing me onto
my back. He was naked, having tossed off his shorts, and his
erection was even harder looking than Larry's.
He threw himself on me, crushing me to the ground. His hands
pushed aside mine, and his face chewed and bit it's way across my
cheeks, lips, and throat, then descended to my breasts. He circled
my left nipple with his tongue, then bit down hard, making me
squeal in pain. He laughed uproariously, and pulled his hand up an
down his cockshaft.
"Get ready baby. You're gonna get fucked by a man now." he
leered.
He pushed his cockhead against the tight opening to my box and
jammed it inside. Thankfully, my pussy hadn't had time to dry off
yet. It was still lubricated, and didn't hurt too much as his meaty
tool thrust down into my cunt.
It moved balls deep, on the first, furious thrust, and he lay
flat upon me for long seconds luxuriating in the tightness and heat
of my belly. His body was hard like a rock, the muscles pushing
against me with bruising weight.
His hands moved all over me, like wild animals. They rasped
harshly across my skin, squeezing and pinching me all over.
His greatest attention was payed to my breasts, which he
continually pinched, squeezed, kneaded, fondled and otherwise
abused. He seemed in love with my breasts. I knew I was going to
have bruises there from such harsh treatment.
I punched at him, biting back my tears as I cursed and swore.
I dug my nails into his chest and he slammed the back of his hand
against my mouth, knocking my head to one side and bringing stars
to my eyes. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together above
my head with one of his back hands.
He dragged his prick up the length of my fuck tunnel and then
plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside me. Then he
started to move his hips up and down, fucking his tool into me with
a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.
"Like it dyke?" he taunted, squeezing my right breasts tight
and twisting it around brutally. I cried out in pain and he twisted
it the other way, seemingly enjoying my torment. He was fucking his
rod into me with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up
and down and up and down in my slit like a machine piston.
His hard hips were slamming against the inside of my thighs
with jarring force, shoving my ass back into the sand, jerking my
body upward.
His lips sought mine. I tried to turn my face but he grabbed
my hair and twisted it sharply, forcing me against him. His tongue
slammed in between my lips, raping my mouth. He bit me, then pulled
his mouth away to laugh down at me nastily.
He let go of my wrists and slid his hands under my thighs,
scooping up my lower body and shoving my legs back against my
chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and pushed them way back,
forcing my lower body off the ground and putting all my weight on
my shoulders.
He plunge his cock into my gaping fuckhole, his eyes a mask of
exultant triumph, of conquest. I heard a scream from Wendy and
jerked my head to the side, temporarily distracted from my own
fate.
Larry had finished with her. The other boy, Jack had thrown
her down on the sand on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving
much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands
were in her hair, shoving her face into the sand as Larry stood
next to them and giggled.
Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical
cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little
strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking
her in the asshole!
I'd heard of that, of course. I'd thought the idea gross and
disgusting. Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and
excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my
friend's anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them.
One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.
I couldn't tear my eyes away at first, even though Vince was
still slamming his long fuck tool in and out of me with tremendous
driving thrusts. My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene
vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat
up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could
find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.
He wasn't being gentle about it either. He was hammering his
prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out
her bottom as Wendy sobbed and shook beneath him.
Then I was pulled back to my own situation as Vince started
pumping faster and faster into me. My slit was only inches from my
face as my ankles pressed against my ears. I had a really close
view of my drooling fuck box and Vince's cock as it slid in and out
of my body. I could see the thin film of oily slickness on his tool
as it emerged each time.
My body shivered as I fought to stay completely detached from
the powerful fucking my body was undergoing. I could actually see
where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth
against my clitty, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging
through my cramped, squashed body.
It was a strange experience indeed, to watch that long rounded
shaft emerge from the depths of my body, and then slide back
effortlessly inside me. I could feel every inch of it as it drove
down the length of my fuck tunnel and smashed against the deep end
of my box.
I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. If
he didn't stop soon, I'd have an orgasm, I knew. How would I live
with myself after that? What was wrong with me anyway, to react
like this?
Then he stuffed it down into me with a last brutal lunge that
buried it completely. I felt it shiver and spasm inside me and then
white splashing jism poured down into my belly as he emptied out
his seed. His cock really spewed out a huge amount of sperm,
spraying it into me like his cock was a hose filling my gas tank.
My body spasmed in response, orgasmic pleasure sending tingles
through my spine, flooding my body with grateful fulfilment. It
thankfully didn't last long, and wasn't an uncontrollable cum. I
was sure he didn't detect it, in the midst of his own orgasm like
he was.
Then he rolled off with a satisfied grunt, leaving me lying
exhausted, spreadeagled in the sand. He walked over to where Jack
was ass fucking Wendy, standing there beside Larry, and pulling his
pants back on.
A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and
down Wendy's asshole, and then drove it far up into her and held it
there as his body stiffened and came.
He let her asshole suck his cock dry and then slowly got to
his knees, and then his feet.
"Wonder how fast you swim now you got bow legs." Larry sneered. The
other two roared with laughter, and Jack pushed her face into the
sand again with his foot. Then the three of them wandered off
together, leaving me and Wendy lying there.
As soon as they moved away I got to my knees and crawled over
to Wendy. She was in bad shape. Her whole body was shaking with the
effort to suppress her own emotions and tears. She wouldn't even
move until I assured her they were gone.
Then she turned sightly, pulling her head up and putting her
hand down over her asshole.
"Oh God, My ass hurts." she whimpered.
"Those bastards!" I cursed, furiously. "Wait until we tell
Miss Carter."
"You aren't going to tell anyone!" she snarled.
"What? But Wendy..."
"Nobody! You aren't going to tell them anything!" she hissed
violently.
I stared down at her astonished.
"I'm not going to let everyone know what they did to me." she
glared, fighting off tears.
"It wasn't your fault..." I began hesitantly.
"And what about when they tell about me and you sucking each
other off?" she demanded.
"We'll say they lied!"
"I don't want to tell anyone, not until we get off here
anyway."
So we staggered back to the main girls beach and then back to
camp. We didn't see Larry, Vince, or Jack the rest of the day, and
of course, the boys never came around our huts at night, Captain
Brown's order.
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