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Lust Island
(Darren G. Burton)

For some reason his instincts told him not to race to the light seeking help. Instead, he crept stealthily through the fringe of the jungle, staying in the shadows the whole time. He moved in a crouch, feeling a bit like a commando on a night raid. Excitement surged through him, so glad that he wasn't on this island alone. 

The light grew brighter the closer he got and Tim could tell by the colour and flickering that it was some form of firelight. When he was within twenty feet or so he got on his hands and knees and crept up behind some bushes. There he peered through a gap in the foliage and his eyes widened.

For a moment he wasn't sure what he was seeing. There was indeed a small fire burning within a ring of stones on the sand. Two naked bodies were entwined on a blanket. Tim squinted his eyes against the firelight, trying to focus on those figures. It was two women. One lay flat on her back with her legs apart. The other woman lay on top of her. Their faces were buried between each others' thighs.

They were engaged in a sixty-niner.

With his attention on the scene of the women, Tim had failed to notice a man standing in the shadows until he moved into the firelight. He, too, was naked.