More Beach Recollections

Posted by blue.beard on September 18, 20010 at 16:58:55:

Here is JB's second beach story:

Posted by: JB

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Frankly, I was not sure how Archie would react to the fact that I had just murdered one of his guests. I half expected him to send me packing. But, like everything else about this place, his reaction was somewhat bizarre. He hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and then he gave me a cigar.

Well, the cigar was ok, but the other stuff I could have done without. I must have looked pretty surprised, because he burst out laughing and explained that it was an island tradition after a newbie had gotten his first kill. He assured me that kisses were one to a customer and that I did not have to worry about picking out our china patterns. We both laughed at that one.

Archie made me tell him in detail just how it happened and what I told him was pretty much what I told you. Archie really ate it up and confessed that he loved nothing better than to bring out one of his old friends and introduce him to island “customs.” It made me wonder which of our old college friends he might be talking about. I still see many of them and if any of them had been here and seen and done what I have, they certainly never mentioned it. Of course they wouldn’t have, would they?

Another island tradition occurs on the night of the first kill and Archie interrupted our conversation to set it in motion. Archie told one of his crew to set up drinks on the beach.

I anticipated that there would be some sort of night time celebration on the beach with probably a camp fire and some ceremony where they would decorate my face with war paint, ala Lord of the Flies. I asked Archie if that was what it was about, but he just smiled and told me that I would see.

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As the night wore on, I was starting to get a little sleepy and I kept asking Archie when we needed to get to the beach. He just kept pouring coffee down me and telling me to be patient.

It was about midnight when he finally told me it was time to go. On the way out, we stopped by his Magazine. Archie grabbed a couple of ornate tribal spears, handed me one and bade me to follow him.

Sure enough. Our next stop was at a grass hut on the edge of his property where we changed into loin cloths and painted our faces and chests with bright grease paint from jars bearing theMax Factor label. I suppose that we must have looked pretty scary, but have to admit that, looking in the mirror, I felt quite silly. One more task – the ritual spraying of insect repellent – and we two middle-aged jungle warriors were ready for adventure.

Archie led me along a different path to the beach than the one that Colette and I had taken earlier in the day. It entered the beach at a spot unfamiliar to me.

As we got close, I could hear music and the loud talking and laughing of parties in progress. There weren’t any male voices as far as I could tell. I made some remark to Archie that it sounded like the party had started without us and he reassured me that the real fun would not begin until we were there.

The first group we encountered had about 10 girls all drinking, dancing, and laughing. A few were topless, but most wore bikinis or had towels wrapped around their waists. They smiled and raised their glasses as we walked by. One wished us “happy hunting” and then burst into laughter. I suddenly remembered how ridiculous I had looked in the mirror and felt embarrassment turn me from a paleface into a redskin.

One of the girls squealed with delight when she recognized Archie and ran to him with the enthusiasm of a high school cheerleader. She was an extremely cute brunette, wearing a short grass skirt hung low on her hips, a small floral garland around her neck and nothing they wouldn’t have, would they?

I could not hear what she told him, but whatever it was produced a smile on Archie’s face that made me positively jealous. When she was finished with what she had to say, the brunette took two steps away from Archie, stood erect with her hands behind her back and her eyes closed. Archie laughed and poked her belly lightly with his spear tip causing her to flinch. “Not yet, Tawney,” said Archie, “I want to save you for later. Besides, we are here to celebrate JB’s first kill.” Archie motioned to me. Tawney looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a bright smile that made me melt. She ran over to me an gave me a hug and a lovely French kiss as she wiggled her full bosom into my appreciative chest. “Ahhh... those island traditions...” I thought.

The next time I had a coherent thought, Archie was leading me up the beach and I could hear the sounds of partying by Tawney and her friends growing fainter behind us. Just as I thought it might be nice to turn around and get to know those girls a little better, Archie reached his hand to my arm and he motioned for me to keep still.

We crept along, low to the ground, and soon I detected the faint smell of marijuana smoke. That must have been what tipped Archie off. Soon, ahead of us, we spotted two girls in their early to mid twenties, I guess. Both were blond and a bit on the chubby side, but pleasantly so. They could have been sisters ... or not. Good cuddle material, I thought, especially since there was not a thread of clothing between them.

Archie and I sneaked closer. They were passing a joint and drinking beer. We got pretty close before one of them spotted us. She screamed and they both scrambled to their feet and started running. Archie bolted after them and I was right behind him.

We chased them up the beach until we reached a narrow part where large rocks from the shore jutted out almost to where the water at high tide was lapping the shore. Archie flanked them on the shore side and soon we had them nearly pinned against the rocks.

The girl closest to Archie tried to escape to the sea, but Archie had no trouble catching up to her and thrusting his spear into her lower back. Her body arched against the spear and her face screamed at the moon. She splashed into the shallow water and tried to crawl. Archie put his foot squarely on her back and pulled the spear from her. Blood dripped from its tip. There he stood triumphantly over his victim who, if not dead, soon would be since she was face down in the water and Archie was not releasing her.

I heard a gasp and suddenly remembered the girl I had chased against the rock. Like me, she had also watched the spectacle. We turned our eyes to each other at the same instant. She looked at me in horror, the moonlight glistening over her curvy white skin. I could tell that she thought I was going to kill her. My first instinct was to reassure her that everything was ok and that she was safe. But then I craved the feel of my spear plunging into her.

I prepared to thrust my spear into her chest and she cowered with her arms and hands protecting where my spear pointed. As I pushed forward, I deflected downward and caught her right in the stomach. The blade went in much easier than I expected, there seemed to be less resistance than say a sharp knife cutting into raw steak. She made an ooomph sound as if she had received an unexpected rabbit punch to the breadbasket. Her hands grasped the spear’s shaft close to her belly as my hands continued to hold tightly to its shank.

She looked at me and her eyes were wide; her mouth formed a circle. Our eyes spoke to each other. “What is going to happen to me? ... You are going to die. I have killed you. My life is over? ... Yes, and I have done it.” Then she fell sideways and pulled the spear down with her and she continued to hold tightly. I pulled on the spear, but she continued to hold, reflexively. So I pushed the spear deeper into her. She grunted, released her grip. Her arms fell limp. She looked up at me and her expression implored me to help her face death. Her shivering white breasts, rose and fell, rose and fell, and I wondered when they would fall for the last time. Then Archie grabbed my arm and pulled me away. “Come on, she’s had it.” I hesitated, but then I followed.

How callous had I become? I had just delivered a fatal wound to a woman for my own amusement and not even stayed to share her final moments. Her last expression of hurt and confusion stayed with me as I ran along the beach with Archie. “Why did you do this to me, only to run off?” I could tell that leaving her to die alone was the unkindest cut of all.

I imagined her lying with her face to the sand, paralyzed but fully conscious. The dead body of her friend blurred in the distance as her eyes lost their focus, but the crystal clear image of my face burned in her memory as the last she would ever see. I had come out of the darkness, taken her life in an act of violence, and fled in an instant. To her, I must have been a horrible, all-powerful force and she must have know that to me she had only been a moment’s thrill. This did not seem right or fair to me, but as the chilly night air filled my lungs, and my heart pumped, I relived the feel of my spear slicing into her over and over again and it was like the piston of a locomotive propelling me onward.

We jogged down the beach to where a couple of Archie’s friends were waiting for us. They were dressed in a similar manner to ourselves and in the darkness it was not possible to tell much else about them. There did not seem to be anything remarkable about them except for the war paint and spears. I was not sure how to react when Archie introduced me, so I shook hands and that seemed to be ok. They congratulated me and welcomed me into the “bloody sand club.”

“So,” I thought, “my fellow aborigines are killers, too.” I wondered what these men did when they were not dressed as savages. Lawyers perhaps? Accountants? The thought made me smile.

The beach spread out at this point and was no longer just a strip of sand along the water. Fred, one of the guys I just met, told us that they had spotted a group of naked lovelies camped out just north of Eagle Rock, a landmark that was obviously familiar to Archie. Ron, Fred’s companion estimated that there were about a dozen girls, all completely naked, gathered about a camp fire. Some were talking, some were drinking, and a few were sleeping.

Archie and Fred used a stick in the sand to plot our assault. They scratched out a crude mapand decided on paths that we could take that would place us behind a curtain of bushes and rocks which we could use a hiding places. Once we were all in place, a bird call from Archie would herald our attack
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After the plan was finalized, we set out on foot. Creeping along like overgrown boy scouts, we made our way in the world of moonlight and shadows. When we neared the crackling sound of a dying campfire, Archie and Fred signaled us into our positions encircling the relaxed beach babes who were all stripped and primed for slaughter.

On Archie’s signal, we charged, yelling with weapons in hand. The girls started screaming and stumbling over one another in shock and confusion. In an instant we were upon them. The screams of terror were soon mixed with shrieks of pain and the last cries of death.

One girl, in her confusion, ran in my direction to seek her escape. I quickly jabbed at her and my spear penetrated below her ribs. She grunted and dropped like a stone. I stabbed two others before they had a chance to get to their feet. Just as I looked up, I saw one girl getting speared by two guys at the same time. Her scream was blood curdling and upon fading was replaced with the contrapuntal laughter of Ron and Fred, obviously tickled by what they had done.

One girl had jumped on Archie’s back and was wrestling with him and pulling his hair. Archie twisted his body and flipped the girl to the ground where she landed on her back, stunned. Archie took his spear in both hands, stood at her feet and placed the point of his spear between the girls legs. She regained her faculties and cried, “Nooo!!!” but Archie plunged the spear deep within her and then pushed it deeper still. Her eyes widened, as her mouth gaped wide in a silent scream. Her head was thrust backward. One shudder and that is how her body remained frozen in death. I think that the girl must have hurt Archie in her attack and that is why he killed her so brutally. This was the only time I remember seeing a girl on the beach fight back.

A couple girls broke free and were chased down. One shapely blond girl was felled when Ron threw his spear into her back. The spear hit, but then it fell away and I was not sure whether she had been injured. I watched as she kept running, but then her pace slowed and nearly stopped. She only managed a few more staggered steps before dropping. Had it been lighter, I might have seen the blood pouring from the large wound in her back. Ron retrieved his spear and delivered the coup de grace through her back to her heart.

One tall girl did manage to break loose and I took off after her. She must not have been nearly as drunk or drowsy as her companions because she was very swift on her feet. Running as fast as I could, I could barely keep up with her.

She was long and sleek and as she ran her dark hair flew behind her like the mane of a thoroughbred. Her head turned and her white teeth mocked me. I chased her in and around the hedges that grew between the beach and the forest.

Just as I would get within striking range, she would quickly dart behind some obstacle that would slow me. It was a game of cat and mouse, but one which the mouse seemed to be controlling. Somehow, I felt that she was leading me somewhere. Into a trap perhaps? But I could not stop. I was drawn to her like a magnet.

She led me deeper into the sparse woods and brush that only seemed dense at night. Then I thought I lost her. I looked for her behind hedges and trees, but there was nothing. Finally, I reached a clearing and there she stood facing me. To her rear was a lagoon shimmering in the eerie glow of lunar fluorescence. In those surroundings, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

There she was, perfectly still and unafraid with me standing in front of her. Her narrow lips seemed to form a small smile and her blue eyes had a light of their own. I bowed in her presence.

She simply nodded her head and slowly walked toward me. I felt my heart in my throat. Then she looked down at herself and pointed her finger to a spot on her proud left breast. She held her fingertip there and looked back at me as if to say that this is something that she wanted as much as me.

I raised the spear and held it like a knight preparing for a joust and I walked the several steps that moved the tip of my spear within a hand’s span of the spot she had indicated. She stood with her hands at her sides, waiting for me and I stood waiting for myself. A drop of perspiration clung from the tip of her right nipple and another tricked from her cleavage down the center of her body.

There was only one step between us but I took two. The spear penetrated her with the full force of my body driving it slowly into her. I felt the blade slide between her ribs and felt the shudder of her muscles echoing through the wooden shaft to the palms and fingers of my hands. Her lips parted and she gasped air into her wounded lung. She coughed softly, twice. The drop of perspiration shook free and fell to the ground.

Staring into her eyes, I could tell that the pain was somehow sweet to her. It was mixed with some sublime pleasure that I could see but not understand. “What is it?” I wanted to ask her. “What are you feeling?” She was not afraid like the others. She embraced death and was submissive to it. Her countenance was that of a lover in the throws of passion.

Her eyelids began to flutter and I tried to yank the spear from her, but the blade separated from the shaft and remained in her. I tossed the wooden stick aside and she fell into my arms. I pressed my lips to hers and she responded, kissing me as I kissed her. Her firm, full breasts were pressed against my chest and the blood oozed between us bonding us with its stickiness.

My hands reached down and I felt the tight, strong muscles of her buttocks. Squeezing hard, I felt her fingertips dig into my shoulders and I heard her sigh. Her fingers slid down my back and her entire body relaxed in my embrace. Her cheek fell against mine.

Slowly, gently, I lowered her to the soft grass. I lay beside her and my hand roamed, caressing the territories of her long, lovely body. My lips found her breasts and I tasted her sweet nectar and smelled her acrid blood. I felt relaxation in the strong muscles of her long legs. Her sex was warm and moist. Half-closed, her eyes gave their approval to my explorations that her body was powerless to resist.

I watched as her sleepy smile gave way to a wince as pain stiffened her whole body. The end was near and I held her tightly to me. One of my hands was around her waist and the other held the back of her head. “You will always be with me.” I whispered into her ear and her last breath kissed my cheek.

As we lay by the lagoon, I kissed every inch of her exquisite body. I tried to memorize every aspect of its look, its taste, and its texture. I parted her legs, removed my loincloth and I entered her, effortlessly. Slowly, I moved within her then gradually harder and faster until I could see her breasts bouncing with the life I gave them as I pounded into her. With one great thrust, I heard the remaining air escape from her lungs and at that instant, I exploded into her, blasting again and again. I collapsed with my full weight upon her lifeless body and stayed there a long time.

* * *

When the bright sunlight finally awakened me to the new day, I found my arm still embracing the dead girl beside me, her breast filling my hand. I stood and admired this girl whose beauty was undiminished by death. Her eyelids were forever closed over the blue eyes that will forever haunt my thoughts. Her pale skin, appropriately ghost-like, shined in the orange glow of dawn. Faint traces of where my grease paint had rubbed off on her were everywhere.

Then I covered her with flowers, kissed her cold lips, and wandered off into a world that would never be the same.