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Hidden Island
Written by Catwriter
Thursday, 23 February 2006 20:21
Two dark skinned natives fight for a golden watch lost by geologist.
Occasionally, if a person tries hard, nice things happen. Brent had worked
hard to become a geologist and even harder to get a job with a large
petroleum company. He was happy with the basic grunt work, which had
resulted in his gaining assignments in many different countries.
The aerial search team had located an island they felt had the topography
and other factors which, with new scientific developments, was worth a
closer look. Brent gladly took the assignment and several weeks later, he
and his gear were transported to the island. He set up a small tent and
work area and began to search the surrounding area.
The island was quite beautiful, although there were many valleys with
streams running through. On one such trip, he became disoriented and
managed to lose his way. After several hours of roaming, he decided that
climbing a tree might help him locate a landmark of sorts and perhaps,
re-orient himself to his proper path.
He had not been in the tree long when he heard singsong voices below. He
saw two rather beautiful women carrying what looked to be loads of wash to
the stream below. Their black hair and light brown faces were wonderful to
behold. The striking feature from this view, however, was the swaying
breasts beneath loose fitting blouses. Their skirts were long and the
women paused momentarily to tie them between their legs. Once tied, they
moved into the stream and began scraping their wash on the rocks.
Directly above the women now, Brent was working himself into a frenzy. As
the women scrubbed and labored, their full breasts rolled tantalizingly
and the cleavage was extraordinary. These must be the most beautiful women
on the entire island he thought to himself.
He moved a bit to his left and watched with dismay as his gold pocket
watch plummeted into the shallow water. The women did not look up, as he
feared they might. Perhaps they thought a child had thrown a pebble. They
did notice the glinting of the gold beneath the water, however, and
stopped their washing. On hands and knees, they scrambled forward.
Reaching the shiny object simultaneously, both reached out and the watch
came out of the water in four hands.
He heard ohhs and ahhhs as the women admired the object. For several long
moments, their eyes absorbed the beauty and strangeness of the timepiece.
And then, they looked at one another and smiled. How nice this would be
for my husband they thought and they tried to grasp it in their hand only.
They began hand wrestling for this wondrous thing and then stood as the
struggle escalated. Pulling and tugging, their arms worked feverishly now.
Then, the power struggle began. Both women, pulling backward as hard as
they could became almost motionless. Brent could hear the grunting sounds
and was becoming enormously excited. Their large breasts were pressed
provocatively between their forearms in this position and looked as though
they were about to pop.
Suddenly, the hold was broken and both women fell backward into the
shallow water. From his vantage point, he saw his watch go sailing into a
bush about twenty feet away. The women clambered to their feet, clothing
now clinging provocatively and showing every gorgeous curve.
They glared at each other and then looked feverishly for the watch
thinking it had fallen into the water. He could see their dark ******s
through the rather flimsy white material of their blouses. From either
cold or anger, they were extremely large now. Muttering and occasionally
bumping into one another, the women were obviously becoming angrier by the
second. The woman with the slightly larger breasts leaned forward as
though she had seen the watch. The second woman reached also as their
foreheads banged together. That was it. Both women rubbed their sore spot
and began to yell furiously at one another. They moved closer together,
hands on flared hips until their breasts were lightly touching one
another. Their heads were to the side as they continued moving into one
another and their breasts continued to bulge upward.
The fight began to escalate as the women grasped each other by the forearm
and began bumping their breasts together. The wet clothing made a smacking
sound, as the *** bashing became more furious. With water rippling at
their feet, they released the grip on each other's arms and threw
themselves together in a violent bearhug. Heads on each other's shoulders,
they were speaking to one another. Although he couldn't understand what it
was they were saying, they seemed to be taunting one another. Smiling
through clenched teeth, they were definitely egging each other on to
escalate the conflict. Moving slowly in a circle, they attempted to
tighten their grips on each other. The constant breast rubbing was having
an effect. Brent could clearly see that each combatant had a breast
completely free of the blouse. The taller beauty had her left breast
exposed and her shorter adversary her right. Although, the sight of these
huge breasts alternately swinging free, then banging forcefully together
was driving Brent crazy, these women were fighting for real.
Neither of the wild fighters was making headway, moving short distances in
a circular fashion. The smaller fighter moved her left hand to her
adversary's hair and tugged mightily. The girl screamed and moved her
right hand to her rival's hair. This caused both women to lean to the
right and after circling wildly several more times; they splashed heavily
into the stream.
There they fought viciously in a rolling battle. Their blouses were
quickly shredded and four beautiful breasts mashed together as the women
had each other secured in a wicked double hairpull. They were pulling and
screaming and rolling and spitting for all they worth.
Brent imagined the hardened ******s squirming beneath the compressed
breast flesh as they squeezed one another furiously. After several moments
of wild grappling, the women settled on their sides, one hand in hair and
the other slapping at faces and breasts. They assaulted each other with
nasty ******s and even several wicked belly punches. Their breasts and
arms were becoming quite red by all this activity and blood was oozing
from both noses.
The women pushed apart from each other to collect themselves and catch
their breath. On their knees, they just glared and tried to rub the
soreness from their bodies. Brent was in a high state of excitement as the
large breasts rose and fell rapidly upon their chests.
Holding the branch with one hand, he attempted to unzip his fly with the
other. It seemed like a good move, right up until the time he became
airborne. Landing on his back with a resounding splash, he was a bit
dazed. When his head cleared a bit, he looked up to see the meaty
underside of four rather large breasts filling his field of vision.
"Damn", he thought. As the puzzled women looked on, he moved slowly to the
bush where he had seen the watch fall. Finding it, he returned to the edge
of the stream and held it out. He could see the women eyeing the watch and
realizing that the watch was, indeed, his. They slowly moved on either
side of the world's luckiest geologist and, in a universal sort of way,
let him know they both still wanted it.
Four supple breasts rested against his arms and the women cooed in a
fashion that had him hard again in no time. Both noticed the tilt in his
kilt and began rubbing lightly around his **** and balls. He loosened his
belt and the women pulled his pants down exposing a raging boner. He
leaned back and set the gold watch upon his chest. He was a college
graduate after all.
The women continued to rub him and lay down on either side of him. Their
breasts pressed into his upper thigh area as they began to lick him, ever
so lightly, just flicking their tongues across his throbbing *****.
He could see the women glaring at one another as their contest began anew.
Each pursed her lips and ran up one side of his ****, their lips meeting
at the head. Then they would slide down the entire length, all the while
coddling his balls. Brent began trembling and the women worked harder. As
their lips reached the tip of his **** once more, they both attempted to
take it all.
Foreheads pressed feverishly into one another as each tried to capture his
****. Brent felt the head of his dick between one set of lips and then the
other, but neither woman could secure a firm grip.
The women to his right suddenly reached across and pulled nastily on her
rival's hair, finally gaining the right to Brent's dick all to herself.
Holding her rival at bay, she pumped feverishly.
The other woman was screaming now and grasped her rival's hair, ripping
her away from Brent. They were at it again. Brent scrambled back slightly
and the women rose to their knees securing a fierce double hair pull.
Their large breasts rolled wildly on their chests as they pulled. For
several seconds they held each other's hair at arm length, knees spread
widely, but they were anxious to feel the other's skin grinding against
her own. Large ******s sliced back and forth, occasionally coming into
contact and stabbing at each other. They inched forward until their
breasts were squeezed out beneath their arms, bulging furiously this way
and that, as their torsos were wrenched violently left and right. Reaching
behind the other's back, they engaged in a furious bearhug, double
hairpull that had them screaming. Unable to cause any more pain with the
upper half of their bodies, they began slamming their hips together. After
several moments of bone crunching smacks, they moved their bodies together
from knee to head and just ground into one another.
Grunting and moaning, they fell to the sand and began squirming furiously.
They tore at one another's skirts and were soon completely naked. Locking
their legs together and securing fierce hair pulls, they began a very slow
roll across the sand. Sand soon covered their arms, backs, and legs. Still
they struggled, barely moving now. Only an occasional grunt was heard
after a particularly hard hair pull or *** slap. At one point, holding
hair with one hand, they began slapping each others butt furiously, each
slap louder than the last. The *** slapping only escalated the conflict
further. The furious duo began pinching breasts, slapping faces, and
pulling at the short hairs. As their woman anger came to a boil they
pushed apart and got to their feet. Not waiting a second they rushed
together and grappled in a bear-hug. Now knees came into play as they
tried to land the telling blow between the legs. The women were sobbing
now and moaning loudly. This battle had been going on for thirty minutes
and they were exhausted.
They pushed away from one another and tried to catch their breath. Their
breasts rolled heavily on their chests as they gulped huge mouthfuls of
air. Then the talk began again. They seemed to be reviewing who had
started what and then they were standing upright slowly circling one
another. Finger pointing came into play and then fingernails stabbed into
breasts as each beauty tried to make her point. Both realized that talk
was getting them nowhere and with a sharp cry, they lunged together again.
This time, they wrapped their arms around each other's torso and squeezed
mightily. Locked together from head to toe, they stumbled in the sand,
grunting and spitting at one another. After each move of their legs, the
women changed their grips grinding closer and more furiously than before.
Both were sweating profusely now and their breasts slithered against each
other. Brent could see the ******s crossed together and watched excitedly
as they disappeared, fighting still, in the encompassing breast flesh.
Loosening their grip somewhat, both females moved their upper torsos away
from one another and then slammed them together. ******s met head on time
and time again. The grunts and slapping sound of breast flesh had Brent in
a frenzy. Then, looking down and lining their ******s across from one
another, they secured the tightest bear-hug yet. Moving their shoulders up
and down, they mashed their breasts together, grinding ******s into each
other's soft flesh. Grimaces of pain appeared on both faces as the women
continued to grind into one another.
Falling to their knees, they reached between their legs and took a two
handed hold on each other's ***** lips. He could see their hands working
feverishly as they tried to destroy one another. Fingers disappeared and
**** lips were stretched outrageously. They leaned in and began biting
each other's neck and shoulders. The screams were horrible.
Finally, the tall girl fell backward and her opponent fell upon her. Both
women were gasping for breath. The shorter girl, breasts resting upon
those of her opponent, caught her breath and sat on her hated enemy's
chest. Holding her by the hair, she began slapping the other girl who was
too tired to scream and just lay there crying. Arms becoming weary, she
grasped her rival's breasts and pulled them up by the ******, stretching
them to the point of pain. She then reached back with one hand and began
lightly slapping the other girl's *****.
When enough damage had been done, she rose unsteadily to her feet and
staggered to the stream where she cleaned the sand from her body.
Returning to Brent and lying close to him, she took the watch. . An
exhausted smile graced her lovely face and she began licking his chest
ever so lightly. Her large breasts encompassed his throbbing dick as she
moved sexily side to side. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she squeezed
them around his bobbing ****. He slowly slid his dick up and down between
them as she continued to lick and suck on his belly. She looked up at him
and smiled as she took him toward ecstasy. Then, ever so slowly, the sexy
fighter crawled up his chest until she was kissing him feverishly. Gently
rotating her ***** so that it just touched the head of his ****, she
teased him. No matter how hard he thrust forward with his hips, she would
keep her prize just out of reach. Her dangling hair encompassed his face
and he could see the Polynesian features. She was so beautiful. Finally,
she gently lowered herself, impaling her ***** with his engorged dick.
Holding him with her powerful hips, she stroked slowly, moving her *****
in circles and then back the other way. Brent's balls felt like a rocket
two seconds before launch time.
Closing his eyes, his body tightened, heels digging into the sand and
then.....she was gone. The taller beauty had recovered and pulled her
rival from Brent. "Damn" he thought. Leaning up, he saw that the taller
beauty was straddling Brent's recent lover and had the smaller girl's
hands pushed to the ground above her head. Their breasts were beautiful in
this and ******s were again straining together. In this position, their
******* were jammed together as the girl on top ground down and the girl
on the bottom attempted escape. Brent moved to the struggling duo and
gently kissed the girl on top. She responded lustily and tongues were soon
swirling. Placing his knees on either side of the bottom girl, he kissed
the tall beauty furiously. His interrupted lover took the opportunity to
lick the underside of his ****. The women, both highly excited now, began
grinding their heated ******* together. All three were soon moaning,
rubbing, and licking at once. Brent came first, spewing his come
everywhere, the women a moment later.
Lying together in the sand, Brent took his gold bracelet and gave it to
the taller girl. Removing his gold bracelet, he gave it to her opponent.
All three fell asleep in the dwindling daylight. Brent dreamt the best of
all dreams, surrounded by the most beautiful women he had seen in a long
while.
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