Modern man takes considerable pride in his present state of civilization, at times almost worshipping the trappings of science, education and technology. The tendency to deify civilization is so strong, in fact, that any person or race of people born in more "backward" or "primitive" conditions is automatically designated as an object of pity or scorn. For the enlightened man, it becomes very easy look down in condescension upon the less enlightened, and to use their relative naivete as the excuse for inflicting an alien set of codes and values upon them.
Values and morals, in a very real sense, are civilization. It should not be supposed, however, that because civilization is basically beneficial to mankind, that all of the mores and restrictions which it fosters are equally beneficial. Quite the contrary, it often seems readily apparent that many of society's codes and restrictions are positively unnatural and, beyond that, detrimental to the physical and mental well being of mankind. One proof of this is the rapidity with which those mores and codes evaporate once the superficial trappings of civilization are withdrawn.
You are about to read the story of a small group of people who found themselves suddenly placed in that unique situation, instantly stripped of the luxuries and traditional guidelines which constitute civilization. They were all quite ordinary citizens, none of them remarkable by himself, until that stunning moment when their lives were turned upside-down and they found themselves forced to adapt overnight to a far older code of survival.
Join us, then, on an odyssey of human transformation, as we attempt to determine whether or not a "noble savage" does in fact dwell within every civilized man. The answers may surprise you as much as they did the actual people involved in the unfolding drama. Come to the adventure without prejudice or preconceptions, and you may find something of yourself within these characters as they struggle daily for self-realization and for survival itself.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Sally Porter sat in the shade of trees lining the white beach, staring across the crystal-clear lagoon to the pink coral reef and, beyond it, the endless plane of the sea. She was facing north, toward the distant shipping lanes. To her left or west flank, the evening sun merged redly with the flat horizon, flooding the placid seascape with shades of crimson and orange.
Across the lagoon, beyond the reef, there was no remaining sign of the cabin cruiser. Not the slightest ripple, nor any vestige of flotsam and debris remained to mark its violent passing.
Sally was seized by a sudden chill in spite of the warm early evening. Her hair and clothes had dried hours ago, but the memory of the morning's events still brought the gooseflesh to her skin with the realization of how narrowly they had all escaped disaster.
It had all been a tragic accident, clearly. There was no possible question of human error involved, no slightest hint of negligence in the cruel fate of the ship Orion. It had been the fog, without question, that strange, almost unearthly South Pacific mist which had greeted them at dawn and clung to them throughout the morning hours. That damnable mist which had betrayed them, and led them headlong into keel-buckling contact with the coral reef of the jungle island, miles off their course and hopelessly lost.
TheJog was long gone now, like some evil figment of the imagination which retreats before the coming light of day, but its legacy and aftereffects were real enough. Sally Porter trailed her fingertips gingerly across the fine sand on which she sat, reflecting for the thousandth time upon the circumstances which had brought her to this particular point in time and space.
The cruise itself had been Jennie's idea, but Sally admitted to herself that she had gone along with the wild scheme willingly enough after she overcame her initial reticence. Jennie was Jennifer Tendall, Sally's oldest and sometime only friend, a young woman who had shared with her the joys and pains of growing up for more than half of Sally's twenty-two years.
It was strange, really, that Sally and Jennifer should be friends at all, since they were so totally different in personality. Jennie was vivacious, outgoing and self-confident, especially around men. (Sally hesitated to consider the label "promiscuous," although she secretly admitted that it fit very nicely.) Sally, on the other hand, while every bit as attractive as Jennie, seemed eternally reticent and shy, the born wallflower. Still a virgin in mind and body, Sally was often shocked by the things Jennie said and did, but of late she had determined to loosen up and become at least slightly more like her friend in the romance department. After all, she didn't want to end up as a wrinkled old maid.
Sally's uncle Max had paid for the cruise, at least indirectly, by dying on the seventeenth hole of his favorite golf course and thereby bequeathing Sally a substantial sum of cash. Jennie saw the possibilities at once, and began casting about for provocative ways to spend the windfall before Uncle Max was decently cold. Not that Jennie wanted money for herself, there was never any question of that. But she and Sally were friends, and Jennie saw it as her sacred duty to transform the demure blond virgin into a stylish woman of the world.
The cruise had seemed like a masterstroke, arranged at discount rates through a boyfriend of Jennie's who worked for a travel agency. The voyage took them to Hawaii, and from there on toward Tahiti and Australia, where Jennifer assured Sally there were unattached and willing young males in great abundance. They had been in Tahiti when the chance came to visit outlying islands aboard the Orion, and they took the opportunity, again at Jennie's insistence.
The side trip was a day old when they woke up to find themselves enveloped in the blanket of cloying mist. Somehow the weather seemed to dampen spirits and squelch the normal sunbathing and horseplay which had marked their shipboard hours thus far. Jennifer had slept late, but Sally was restless and she paced the deck during those morning hours, peering intently over the rail into the thick fog.
Around nine in the morning Sally had happened to find herself next to an open porthole. The hushed snatches of conversation which drifted to her from beyond the bulkhead informed her that it was the porthole of a passenger cabin. Further, she could recognize from the voices that this must be the cabin occupied by businessman Bart Williams and his curvaceous "secretary," Mollie Curtis. Sally listened idly to the drifting voices, only catching a word here and there. She was about to stroll on her way when the woman's urgent tones riveted her attention more intently.
"Oh yes, Bart," Mollie Curtis was saying, her tone almost fierce in its intensity, "that feels so good!"
Sally felt a little prickle of mingled embarrassment and lewd excitement race along her spine. She knew inherently that she should leave them in peace, and that it was wrong to eavesdrop upon them in the privacy of their intimate moments together. But just as surely, she knew that she was an unwilling witness to something she had only dreamed about in secret moments, and the renewed tingle of forbidden excitement drew her closer to that open port hole rather than away from it. She drew nearer, moving on tiptoe, almost holding her breath in the fear that she would be discovered and exposed as a voyeuristic eavesdropper for intruding on the couple's privacy.
Sally looked quickly about her, making sure that no one was close enough to see her easily through the mist, and then she moved still nearer to the round open window. She found that by standing on tiptoe and craning forward, she could just catch a glimpse of the cabin within. And, to her surprise, where she had expected fog to impede her vision, the interior of the room was completely clear. Sally let her eyes travel over those furnishings in the dim light of a single lamp, following the walls until they fastened upon the centerpiece of the room.
The stateroom's large bed was directly in front of Sally, arranged with its head right beneath the open porthole. The lamp which cast its dim light about the cabin was on a nightstand at one side of the bed, bathing the bed and its occupants in a feeble yellow glow that barely reached the porthole. Sally's eyes roved over the big oval bed and locked there, stunned and entranced, a tiny gasp forced from her throat at what she saw.
Bart Williams and his secretary lay upon that mattress, close within each other's arms. And, most stunning of all to puritanical Sally, they were both stark naked! Sally blinked in disbelief as she watched the couple sharing a deep soul kiss, their hands exploring each other's nakedness so close to her that she could have leaned through the open port hole and joined the foreplay with her own hands.
As Sally watched, blushing furiously with a combination of shame and arousal, as one of Bart Williams's hands insinuated itself between Mollie's firm tan thighs. The woman broke the long kiss, her head lolling from side to side on the soft pillow as she groaned in evident passion, her own fingers clawing at Bart's shoulders and back in excitement.
"Jesus, yes, honey," Mollie Curtis was moaning softly, so that Sally could barely hear her voice. "That's so good! Please don't stop!"
Bart Williams had no apparent intention of stopping his lewd caress, for his hand began to move all the more energetically, and he buried his face in the hollow of Mollie's throat. The combined stimulation of hands and mouth was quickly driving the nude secretary into a frenzy of desire, and Sally watched, entranced, as her whole luscious body undulated and writhed beside her lover on the mattress.
As she stood watching the lewd foreplay, Sally had become aware of some strange stirrings within her own virginal body, and now, hours later as she sat alone on the beach, the memories of that moment were sufficient to rekindle the feelings. Sally blushed bright crimson as she felt her little nipples begin to stiffen within the lacy confines of her bra, and the warm sort of tingling began once more in the tight crevice between her firm thighs. Sally clenched her knees tighter together, seeking to quench those early flames of arousal as she concentrated hard on her memories of that morning.
She recalled vividly the lustful sight of Bart and Mollie as they lay together on that bed in naked splendor, arms and legs tangled and writhing, mouths and hands searching, questing after hidden treasures. Mollie's voice kept up an almost constant litany of mewling little pleasure moans and cries, proclaiming unmistakably her own state of mounting sexual fervor.
Sally had watched intently as Bart slid lower on the bed, his busy hand remaining in Mollie's crotch while his lips and tongue followed the soft curve of her throat. Now he was kissing and lapping at the firm upper curve of her taut breasts, slowly working his nibbling way upward along one fleshy mound toward the pink summit of her distended nipple. Mollie's body convulsed instantly as he enveloped that cherry bud with his hot mouth, masking it from Sally's view entirely as he pinned it with pearly teeth and lashed it unmercifully with his tongue tip. Mollie's fingers tangled in Bart's hair, tugging his hungry mouth tighter against her excited breast flesh. Her spine arched, thrusting her torso upward into closer conjuction with her lover's face.
Sally had been surprised to feel an unfamiliar tingling sensation in her own firm young breasts as she watched Bart Williams suck and lick his secretary's tits. Even now, a seeming eternity later as she sat on the warm beach sand and reminisced about those forbidden moments, the strange feeling returned. Shocked and slightly horrified, Sally felt the cherry little nipples of her breasts stiffening into quivering erection at the very thought of the lustful scenes she had witnessed on board the Orion.
Sally Porter blushed with shame and private embarrassment, knowing full well that it was somehow wrong to derive arousal and excitement from such an act of voyeurism. Still, there was no denying the fact that she had been excited watching Williams and his secretary, and the memories of that scene now proved as lustfully exciting as the events themselves.
Sally brought her fingers up to the now rigid nipples of her breasts, slowly stroking and massaging them through the double barrier of her blouse and bra, hoping against hope that she would thus be able to still the tingling arousal she felt budding there. To her mounting horror, her touch upon those erect little buds only seemed to have the opposite effect, increasing their excitation and setting off a responsive twinge of hot arousal in her loins at the same time.
The young woman almost panicked as she realized that what she was doing amounted to the first stages of masturbation, but for some unknown reason she seemed unable to halt the manual stimulation of her burning nipples. Reluctantly, almost unconsciously, Sally began to slowly unfasten the tiny buttons of her blouse one at a time, haltingly baring the milky flesh of her ripe young tits.
As she opened her blouse timidly, Sally's mind was locked on the memories of what she had seen through the porthole of Bart Williams' cabin on board the Orion. There she had stood, the thick ocean fog masking her voyeurism, as she peered through the round open window to witness the lusty little drama being enacted there as if for her sole benefit.
Bart Williams had finally, reluctantly, withdrawn his mouth from the moist cones of Mollie Curtis' breasts, sliding his hungry lips and tongue with almost agonizing slowness along the heaving plane of her flat white stomach. So slowly did he move that Mollie was whining and cursing softly for him to go faster, and for one awful instant Sally was tempted to add her own voice to the urgings, so rapt was she in the ongoing drama of their lovemaking.
Sally's blouse was open now, revealing her milky breasts in their lacy halter to the caress of the ocean breeze and her light, feathery fingers. She shivered inwardly as those fingertips trailed lightly across the upper curve of one breast, her mind crying out for her to stop while there was yet time. But the warning mental voice was doomed to failure and with a loud sigh of final resignation she slipped her fingers inside one cup of her thin bra, shoving the flimsy material brusquely aside as her hand fastened upon the tingling flesh of one erect nipple. She stroked and kneaded that sensitive nub, savoring the delicious forbidden tremors of mounting desire which her own intimate caress sent racing through her lithe torso. Her lustful memories of Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis further fueled the mounting flames of her own budding desire.
On board the Orion, Sally had watched enraptured as Bart's mouth reached the tiny indentation of Mollie's navel and paused there, his tongue tip swirling briefly about the little depression before sliding relentlessly on. Now his lips were trading little teasing patterns around the fringes of her pubic triangle, his tongue lapping just within the borders of that lightly furred erogenous zone.
Mollie Curtis was in a veritable frenzy of passion, her fingers tangling in Bart's hair and attempting to manipulate his avid mouth still closer to the seat of her passion. But the man was taking his time, enjoying her divine torment, and Sally thought she could hear a lusty little chuckle issue from his throat as he played with the naked woman, keeping her waiting. At last, when he felt that she had withstood enough, he thrust his face forward, his mouth enveloping the pouting little lips of her juicy pink cunt.
Sally blushed at the memory of that inciteful scene, her fingers pinching and twisting with unconscious violence at the rigid stub of her excited nipple as she projected herself fully into her lewd fantasy. She almost imagined that it was she there on that remembered bed instead of Mollie Curtis, and that Bart Williams' hands rather than her own were sending those electric jolts of pleasure racing through her panting body.
Sally's eyes were closed as if in a trance, and she sank back slowly onto the soft beach sand until she was lying prone, completely hidden by the screen of trees and underbrush from any prying eyes along the beach. Her head reeled with pounding desire, and there was no denying the inferno of building lust which she now felt in the moistening furrow between her thighs. The mental alarm bells were still ringing in her head as she slipped gradually over the edge toward sensual surrender, but Sally was having an increasingly difficult time understanding their ancient message.
My God, she told herself in futile panic, I simply can't allow myself to become so excited. I can't ... masturbate!
But the warning cries were all in vain, as the major portion of the virginal young woman's mind continued to occupy itself with the lustful scenes which she had lately witnessed upon the doomed cabin cruiser. One hand continued to taunt and manipulate the tingling flesh of her breast, but now the slim fingers of her free hand were sliding slowly, almost unnoticed, upward along the soft inside of her thigh, toward her loins.
In her mind, Sally Porter was back aboard the Orion, peering with baited breath through the open porthole of the cabin belonging to Bart Williams. She could scarcely believe the scene being enacted before her naive eyes as Bart avidly sucked and lapped at the exposed pink pussy flesh of his writhing, moaning secretary. Mollie Curtis seemed lost in some erotic fantasy world all her own, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow, little mewling cries of pleasure issuing constantly from parted lips as she surrendered totally to the sensations raging around her lower body.
Sally Porter shivered, coming back to partial contact with reality as her creeping fingers reached the silk crotchband of her tight bikini panties. A tremor of mingled desire and disgust wracked her prostrate frame, but the shrinking warning voice of her dwindling conscience was by now far too weak to forestall her single-minded search for pleasure and gratification. In her swirling mind, she was Mollie Curtis for the moment, and she was subconsciously determined not to be deprived of the reward of orgasm.
In her mind's eye, Sally once more watched Mollie writhing under the lewd stimulation of Bart Williams' hands and mouth. Almost in a frenzy, Mollie's hands flew up to cup and pinch her own excited tits, flicking the rigid nipples with her thumbs until they spiked out to almost a fully inch in length. The double stimulation seemed only to increase the young scretary's arousal, and her supple torso undulated fiercely on the bouncing mattress of the loval bed.
Sally Porter's long index finger made a tentative swipe along the crotchband of her panties. An instant tremor of excitement wracked her young boy, immediately followed by surprise as she found that her finger had come away wet. The young woman blushed furiously as she realized that her excitement had already led her to drench the crotch of her skimpy underpants with the secretions of feminine arousal. The very idea was at once both degrading, and somehow terribly lewd and exciting. Her finger retraced its moist path, lingering this time to plot the outline of her pouting little cuntal lips beneath the damp restraining silk.
Sally's physical arousal and lewd mental fantasies had by now begun to blur until the excited young woman was no longer precisely sure where one left off and the other began. She felt as if she was watching the performance of Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis on a movie screen, envying their lustful activities, but at the same time her own intimate masturbating caresses served to give the erotic fantasy more personal immediacy, almost bringing it to life in her own body.
Sally allowed her hands free access to her breasts and crotch as she concentrated fiercely upon the mental image of Williams and his secretary entwined on the stateroom bed. She could clearly picture the other woman's writhing body, almost able to reach out and touch her satiny skin, to stroke the rippling, straining muscles and tendons beneath that skin as Mollie Curtis arched her back, giving Bart Williams ever greater access to her crotch and torso.
Sally Porter trembled violently on the sandy beach as her own probing fingers reached the elastic legband of her bikini panties and slipped tentatively inside. The electric contact of fingertips with the swollen lips of her pussy brought her back arching spasmodically upward off the soft ground. It was a totally new sensation to her, almost as if she had never touched her own genitals before, for indeed, she had never before touched them in just that way. Slowly, falteringly at first and then with greater confidence and expertise, those timid fingertips began to stroke and caress the moist lips of her cunt, evoking little tingling jolts of passion and pleasure from those labia.
Sally recalled how she had stood in the fog, trembling with voyueristic arousal, watching Bart Williams suck and lick his scretary's hungry little snatch. After what seemed to be hours, but must have been mere moments, Bart withdrew his face from the hairy plane of Mollie's crotch, smiling lustfully as he stared up at her along the lush hills and valleys of her own naked body. Sally plainly heard the excited woman's soft groan of impatient frustration, and watched her hips jerk and undulate in tacit invitation to her watching lover.
Bart Williams recognized the woman's sensual need, and was more than willing to accommodate her. Moving swiftly, he rose to a kneeling position directly between his secretary's widely-played thighs. In his new position, his stiffened cock jutted out above her prone torso like a magician's magic wand, in full view of Sally Porter where she stood at the open porthole.
Sally had gasped, clapping a hand instantly to her mouth as she feared that the faint sound might carry to the people inside the cabin and alert them to her presence. Only in pictures from an old medical textbook had she ever seen a male penis before, and those old faded photographs had not even begun to hint at the massive proportions of such an organ at full arousal. Sally stood in awe of that glistening fleshy pole, her eyes lingering over its length and girth, devouring the blunt purple glans as it peeked out from the darker folds of foreskin. She plainly saw a pearly drop of seminal fluid glistening at the tip of Bart's cock, and imagined herself touching the silky flesh of his blood-engorged prick while he crouched there, waving it over Mollie Curtis' splayed crotch.
Remembering there on the beach, Sally was strangely prompted to continue her lewd manipulation of her cunt. Now two fingertips cooperated in the erotic stroking of her pouting little pussy lips, evoking electric jolts of sensual delight with every stroke. At the same time, she continued the incitef ul manipulation of her own rigid little nipple bud, igniting a glowing warmth in her taut breasts that quickly spread outward to suffuse her entire upper body. Between the dual stimulations, Sally Porter was rapidly slipping past the point of erotic no return.
In her mind, she plainly saw Bart Williams stroking and fondling his own erect cock, while his horny secretary looked on and moaned little cries of frustrated passion at the sight. At long last, when neither Mollie nor the hidden Sally were able to beat the strain of his teasing any longer, Bart shifted his pelvic position and guided the fat tip of his cock into burning contact with Mollie's waiting, needing pussy. The woman's entire body was seized by an instant spasm of erotic shock, arching upward like a bow off the mattress as she strove mightily to bring her cunt into closer conjunction with that pleasure-giving cock.
On the beach, Sally Porter continued to stroke and manipulate her cuntal lips with ever more forceful strokes. Slowly, experimentally, one slim finger pressed between those swollen lips, probing and teasing at the moist coralline flesh within.
The result was immediate and emphatic. Sally's body arched and quivered, much as Mollie's had under the teasing caress of Bart's thick cockhead. That comparison, along with the mental image and accompanying physical sensations, was enough to send Sally Porter over the edge into total sexual abandonment. She writhed there on the sand, her stiffened fingers probing ever deeper into the wet, hot mouth of her cunt, stroking and searching for the erotic secrets hidden there.
Bart Williams had teased Mollie's tingling cunt with his prickhead for what seemed to be a very long time. The young woman's excitement continued to mount, until it seemed to Sally that Mollie must either lose consciousness from the intensity of her feelings, or else go hopelessly insane with passion. Bart too seemed to sense the impending sexual crisis within his curvaceous secretary, for suddenly he rocked back on his haunches there, totally withdrawing his penis from contact with the woman's steamy vagina.
Mollie Curtis sat up instantly, propping herself on her elbows as she stared in bewilderment along the lush plane of her body to meet her lover's eyes.
"Wha ... what ... why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly, her voice filled with painful frustration.
"Tell me what you want," the man said tauntingly, daring Mollie to put her passion into words there as she lay naked before him. "Say it. Right now!"
"Cock," Mollie said softly, staring enraptured at his pulsating organ. Then, louder, she repeated it. "I want your cock, Bart. Oh please, fuck meeeeee!!"
Bart Williams growled wordless approval of the woman's final abasement and threw himself upon her, one hand going between their bodies to position his cock for the skewering thrust into her hungry cunt. Mollie Curtis fell back upon the bed with a full throated sigh of relief, her eyes closed and her lips curling upward in a satisfied little smile of personal triumph.
Sally Porter had watched, entranced, when Bart suddenly plunged his hips forward, burying his massive pole of cock flesh to the hilt in Mollie's wet cunt with one skillful thrust. The woman twisted and writhed beneath him, clawed fingers raking at his back as her own hips established a rapid fucking rhythm to complement his. The cabin was instantly filled with wet, smacking, slithering sounds, as Sally Porter watched and listened to lusty, uninterrupted fucking.
Lying on the beach, Sally could picture herself taking Mollie's place beneath the powerfully rutting businessman. Not that she particularly liked Bart Williams, or even knew him for that matter, but the entire mental picture was such that he had assumed the proportions of a mythical epic figure in her lust-dazzled mind. She imagined that his fingers rather than her own were even then plundering her crotch and kneading the stiff node of her nipple, driving her ruthlessly into a fury of passion.
Sally's fingers made sudden, jarring contact with the little nub of her clitoris, causing her body to writhe and twist anew as she taunted and strummed the fleshy little pleasure button. She could feel her feminine secretions flowing wetly now, easing the passage of her fingers as first one probing digit and then another slipped down to explore the clasping elastic mouth of her vaginal channel itself.
Never before had Sally taken such licentious liberties with her own ripe body, and although a twinge of regret and humiliated shame crept now into her mind, it was quickly washed away and drowned by a burgeoning tidal wave of lust. Her fingers pinched almost cruelly at the flesh of her excited little nipple, while the other hand now began to burrow deeper into her cunt, sluicing rigid fingers in and out of her vagina itself with a lewd fucking motion.
In her mind Sally saw Bart Williams pounding his shaft of penile flesh deep into Mollie Curtis' pussy, driving both the woman and himself ever upward toward that plateau of total sensual release. Sally's driving fingers stove to help her get there with them, and she felt herself teetering almost on the brink of orgasm as she relived those voyeuristic moments on board the ship Orion.
Just as Sally felt the prize of total climax within her grasp, something went terribly wrong with the erotic fantasy in her mind. The picture was somehow out of alignment now, and out of focus, seeming to tilt and slide beyond her grasp as an unexpected new element was introduced. The fucking pace of Sally's fingers gradually slowed, then stopped altogether as she swam reluctantly upward through the sensual haze to a level of grim reality.
She had not finished watching Bart Williams and his secretary! She remembered it all clearly now, painfully clear in fact, the memories bringing a sob to her throat, causing her to go limp on the beach as she slowly withdrew hands from her blouse and panties.
Mollie and Bart had never finished their lusty act of animalistic fucking, for at that moment, the Orion had given a sudden, powerful lurch to one side. Sally had been thrown from her feet, tumbling and sliding along the wet deck as the cruiser rocked and twisted, wallowing in the water. From somewhere below, beneath the water, a ripping, growling sound rose up to encompass her entire world.
The ship had struck something! It was badly damaged, sinking! Now, hours later, Sally knew that the deadly barrier had been the island reef, hidden until the last fatal moment by the screen of ocean mist. That cruel rim of coral had gutted the cabin cruiser, dooming it to quick submersion and giving the passengers barely enough time to snatch up one or two prized belongings and fling themselves over the side into the ocean. There was no time even to lower the two lifeboats as the Orion shuddered and rolled in its death throes. Already the ship was sliding backward off the sharp coral, damaging itself further in its backsliding progress, ensuring rapid sinking once it was free of the reef again and into open water.
Sally Porter dared not even risk a return to her cabin. She had no idea where Jennifer was, or if she was all right. There was time only to fling herself into the roiling water and paddle madly, swimming without certain direction until the bottom suddenly rose to meet her legs and she found herself on the narrow white beach of what she took to be an island.
It had taken time, long torturous hours for the others to find their way ashore as well. Jennifer was there, thank God, along with Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis, who had somehow found the time to get dressed before they abandoned ship. Also alive and on shore were two bachelor friends, whom Sally had seen around the Orion and heard introduced to other passengers as Jack Morris and Tom Waverly. Finally, two members of the ship's crew had survived the ordeal, the captain, Phillip Pierce, and his mate, Jason White.
And they were all of the survivors. The seven-man crew of the Orion, plus close to a dozen other passengers, had vanished along with the ship, sliding beneath the azure waves and leaving not a trace behind.
Most of the day had passed in simply drying out and mourning the departed. Only toward evening had the men begun making tentative plans for rescue and survival. It had all been too much too soon for Sally, and she had walked for miles along the beach seeking peace and quiet, treasuring the solitude.
Now, as darkness lowered about her and she lay still on the sand, flushed and breathing heavily from her own near-orgasm, Sally realized that she must make haste to get back to camp. As yet she had no idea what sort of dangers the island might hold by night, and she also did not want to have the others worrying about her or organizing a search party to find her in the darkness.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sally got to her feet and brushed the sand from her clothing. She quickly buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt, shrugging as she did so and putting her momentary weakness behind her as she made her way back to the camp. It was their last present link with civilization, that crude little camp, and she was suddenly eager to be back there, with other human beings, around the rosy glow of the camp fire they would have prepared.
Suddenly anxious, Sally Porter picked up her pace and began to run.
CHAPTER TWO
In the morning, it was decided that everyone should choose a particular portion of the island and search for sources of food and available fresh water. Captain Pierce tried to be optimistic about their chances of rescue, but at the same time he reminded them that during the time before they were rescued, they might get very hungry and thirsty without ready supplies. Sally Porter did not mind helping to explore the island at all, for although their present situation and the unknown surroundings were rather frightening, she had always harbored an inner thirst for adventure which was now seeing light for the first time.
The castaways broke up into teams for their search of the surrounding jungle. Bart Williams, of course, would go with his voluptuous secretary, Mollie Curtis. Jack Morris was going with his best friend, Tom Waverly. And somehow, through a process Sally was never quite sure of, her friend Jennifer was paired off with the first mate of the Orion, Jason White. That left Sally in the company of Captain Pierce for the search, and while she would have preferred to go with Jennie or else alone, she had to admit that his company was not unpleasant.
The diverse couples set off on different courses, radiating away from their beach camp as if it was the hub of a wheel, and they were following different spokes toward the outer rim. They were agreed to search for four hours before returning to camp, and then, if necessary, to launch another search after the noonday rest period, ending before dusk.
Sally allowed Captain Pierce to lead the way as they set out into the steamy darkness of the rain forest. She was surprised she had not noticed the oppressive heat yesterday, but then reminded herself that she had never actually ventured into the jungle during their first day on the island. Now, before they had walked a hundred yards, her clothing was already drenched with perspiration, so that her thin blouse clung to every curve of her womanly breasts, outlining those fleshy cones as if she was wearing the tightest of bikini tops. Sally was rather embarrassed to find that the lacy bra she wore underneath did little or nothing to aid in concealment, and she could only hope that Captain Pierce would not notice her state of virtual undress.
They had walked for about an hour in virtual silence, speaking only when the Captain would pause to point out some unusual exotic plant, flower or insect to her. Once, they stood stock still for long moments while a thick-bodied snake crawled slowly across their trail, pausing once to stare at them incuriously and flick its pink tongue at them with lightning rapidity.
It began to seem to Sally that their course was curving slowly toward the left, or east, but she said nothing, remembering that she had never possessed a good sense of direction in the wilderness, and that Captain Pierce navigated around the world to make his living. Another half hour had passed when they heard strange rustling sounds ahead of them in the jungle, and the Captain motioned silently for her to wait where she was while he crept ahead to investigate.
He walked almost to the limit of her vision, halting suddenly as he seemed to be prying shrubbery aside and peering through it. Then he stood deathly still for more long moments, watching something which Sally could not even begin to imagine. At last, when the frustration of waiting had become almost unbearable, he returned, working his way through the tangled greenery carefully, so as not to make a sound. She almost asked him what was the matter, but he had already raised a cautionary finger to his lips, warning her to be silent.
"Follow me," he whispered softly, taking her gently by one arm and leading her forward. "You'll want to see this for yourself."
Sally was curious, and she followed him slowly, led along by his gentle but firm grip on her arm. After they had traveled another twenty feet or so, she imagined that she could hear human voices engaged in hushed conversation. She paused, listening, but Pierce pulled her demandingly along, deeper into the lush greenery.
They stood at last behind the massive bole of a huge jungle tree, almost like children hiding during a game of hide-and-seek. Sally could plainly hear the voices now, certain that they were human, although the actual words were somehow muffled and muted by the dense forest. A little tingle of surprise raced down her spine as she realized that one of the voices, the lighter, female one, sounded remarkably like the voice of her close friend, Jennie Tendall.
Curious now, strangely anxious to find out what the two people on the other side of the shrubbery were saying, Sally leaned farther forward. Captain Pierce assisted her, stretching out a long arm and pulling some of the palm fronds and vines silently aside so that she could actually be able to look through into the jungle clearing beyond. What Sally Porter saw there brought an instant blush of embarrassment to her face, causing her to recoil away from the sight.
She had indeed recognized Jennifer's voice, and the male voice which she had heard belonged, she now learned, to Jason White, first mate of the ship Orion. They lay side by side on the ground, in the center of the little clearing, locked tightly in each other's arms, sharing a deep soul kiss.
Sally's immediate impulse was to turn away, and grant them whatever privacy they felt they needed for their intimacy. The captain's grip upon her arm was too strong, however, for her to break away, and she feared to reprimand him in case Jennie and Jason should be startled and embarrassed by the sound of her voice so near to them. Trapped, Sally found that she could not seem to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of the two people in front of her as they began to make love.
Sally Porter's mind was drawn inevitably back to the lewd scene she had witnessed on board the Orion, while she stood in the fog, peering through the porthole of Bart Williams' cabin. Already, totally against her will, she could feel the early stirrings of the same forbidden voyeuristic arousal she had felt on that occasion, the same illicit desire which had led her to masturbate lewdly on the beach only the night before. She cringed, a silent little sob coming to her throat as she felt herself gradually slipping over the brink and out of control.
Jennie lay on her side, with the first mate's body pressing close against hers. Sally was shocked to note that her friend's blouse was already unbuttoned, and Jason White's hand was completely inside that garment, moving in lazy circles as he stroked and massaged her breasts with arousing results. As usual, it was obvious that Jennifer was braless, permitting the man's fingers even greater access to her proud, thrusting tits as she writhed and moaned softly on the moist ground beside him.
Beside her, Sally could detect the Captain's breathing increasing in pace, becoming somehow heavier as he feasted his eyes on the lustful couple in the clearing. His grip unconsciously tightened upon Sally's forearm, until she felt as if her arm was trapped in a vise of steel. Still, she made no outcry, since her attention was riveted on the scene in the clearing, and she could not bear the thought of what might happen if Jennie should look up and see Sally, her best friend, spying upon one of her most private and intimate moments.
Sally Porter watched, entranced, as Jason peeled back Jennifer's blouse on either side, fully exposing the milky white mounds of her tits for the first time. Captain Pierce gasped audibly as his eyes lingered over that ripe flesh, and he moved ever closer to Sally, his free arm going almost unconsciously about her shoulders and tugging her tight against his side. Sally hardly noticed the maneuver, so caught up was she by the lewd little drama being enacted before her very eyes.
Jason White bent quickly forward, covering one of Jennie's cherry little nippies with his avidly working mouth. The young woman gasped aloud, arching her back as she brought her hot, tingling flesh into closer conjunction with her lover's pleasure-giving lips and tongue.
Young Sally Porter was so enthralled by the scene being enacted before her amazed eyes that she at first did not notice Captain Pierce's hand slipping over her shoulder and downward onto the firm swell of her upper breast. Her chest was heaving violently with each panting breath as Sally fought in vain to tear her eyes away from that lustful scene. Pierce took full advantage of her trance-like state, slipping his questing fingertips ever lower on the full curve of her breast until the entire straining orb was held captive in his broad palm. Slowly, almost casually, he began to knead Sally's breast flesh with gentle milking caresses.
Sally Porter felt as if she must surely faint dead away, so powerful were the forbidden emotions aroused within her by the sight of her best friend and the handsome young first mate of the doomed Orion. As she watched Jason White avidly sucking and tonguing Jennie's now-naked breasts, it seemed to Sally that a vicarious sensation of almost physical dimensions was transferred to her own straining breast flesh, causing her budding little nippies to lengthen into rigid erection as if stimulated by a man's actual caress. As those pink little pleasure buds became more distended, spiking outward through the flimsy material of her bra and blouse, a warm responsive tingling began in the pit of her loins, prompting Sally to clench her firm thighs tightly together in a vain effort to extinguish mounting flames of desire hidden there.
Captain Pierce's attention was almost evenly divided now between the lewd spectacle before him in the clearing and the ripe, waiting body of the girl in his arms. It seemed almost impossible to him that Sally had not noticed his milking massage of her throbbing breast, but a furtive glance at the young woman's face told him that she was totally enthralled by the sight of her friend and his first mate engaging in lusty, uninhibited foreplay.
Even as they watched, Jason had stripped Jennifer Tendall's blouse completely off, tossing it aside into the nearby greenery. His eager hands flew at once and without hesitation to the waistband of her tight slacks, fingers fumbling hurriedly for the fastenings which held those restraining garments in place. He found them after an agonizing moment, and then he started peeling slacks and panties together downward over the ripe swell of her womanly hips. Jennie assisted him eagerly, raising her plump buttocks off the ground to let the slacks move past without obstruction.
Sally heard the Captain gasp lightly beside her as the full splendor of her friend's nakedness came into their view. Jason White skimmed the slacks and panties down the tan columns of Jennifer's legs and thighs, tossing the rumpled garments aside to join her blouse. Now the entirety of her luscious body was plainly visible both to her newfound lover and to the voyeuristic couple hiding in the jungle. Their eyes slowly caressed the flat plane of her stomach, fastening at last upon the mounding swell of her fur-covered cuntal mound and the pouting little pussy lips nestling beneath her triangle of pubic hair.
A little growl of lust escaped from Jason White's throat, clearly audible to the voyeuristic couple standing nearby in the jungle shrubbery. His eyes and hands roved freely over Jennie's slowly undulating body, caressing and manipulating her tan, taut flesh with a master's strokes. Captain Pierce and Sally Porter watched, enthralled, as Jason's hand slid quickly across the heaving swell of Jennifer's flat stomach, fingertips slipping with practiced ease into the curly forest of her dark pubic hair.
Jennifer Tendall's entire body arched off the ground, convulsing in instant passion as her lover's hand cupped the steamy mound of her tight little cunt. He stroked and massaged her tremulous pussy with firm, demanding strokes, his long middle finger nestling and chafing directly along the furrow of her vagina, forcing the pouting little cuntal lips slightly apart to allow his hand greater access to the coraline flesh within.
Sally Porter was shocked back to instant reality and out of her erotic reverie by the touch of hard male fingers on the taut flesh of her breast. Glancing quickly down at her own chest, she gasped in shock at the sight which met her eyes. While she stared entranced at Jason and Jennie, Captain Pierce had deftly unfastened the top three buttons of her silken blouse, and had smoothly insinuated his hand inside the gaping opening of that garment. Already his questing fingertips were probing within the elastic confines of her bra, sending out electric little tingles of unwanted erotic pleasure as they wormed their way further inside.
Sally was outraged, determined to halt the unsolicited male assault upon her private breast flesh. She had actually opened her mouth to voice a stern protest when she suddenly remembered Jason and Jennie, lost in their own lusty fantasy world just on the other side of that flimsy leafy screen. She dared not alert them to her presence ... she simply could never live with that embarrassment if she was caught spying upon her best friend and a total stranger in their most intimate moments together.
At the same time, Sally was determined not to let the handsome snip's captain have his way with her simply because she was not in a position to shout and scream. She grasped him firmly by the wrist, struggling silently but with grim determination as she fought to haul his questing hand out of her now gaping blouse.
Captain Pierce snickered softly, evilly in Sally's ear as he easily resisted her puny efforts. At the same time, his free hand began a long, sensuous slide up one of her tan legs, fingertips probing beneath the hem of her short, tight skirt and homing upward toward the moist, furry valley of her cunt.
Sally struggled silently, twisting and writhing in the captain's iron grasp, battling fiercely to free herself from his lustful embrace. It was all to no avail, however, for the more the young woman struggled, the more tightly the captain held her against him, and now, to Sally's horror and humiliation, she could plainly feel the hard thrust of his cock as it chafed against her twisting, churning buttocks. The captain's hot, excited breath roared in Sally's ear, seeming to burn the flesh of her soft neck.
Sally relaxed slightly, almost going limp in the captain's grasp as she seemed to realize the futility of her struggle. Pierce's arms tightened about her, pulling her ever closer against him until she could plainly feel the outline of his long hard cock thrusting against her ass cheeks through the twin restraints of her skirt and his slacks.
A little sob escaped from Sally's throat as Captain Pierce allowed his hands to continue roaming over her body. The hand inside her blouse and bra had fully captured the naked swell of her tit now, milking and massaging that fleshy orb until jolting little electric shocks of budding passion raced the length of her torso to ignite responsive flames in her loins. Pierce captured her distended little nipple between thumb and forefinger, tweaking and rolling the cherry little bud until Sally quivered and shook, trembling with unwanted desire at the sensuous manual stimulation of her breast flesh.
Even as one hand taunted and teased Sally's swollen breast, the captain's other hand homed unerringly on the fertile valley of her crotch. His feathery touch sent tingling little chills of strange sensation along the soft flesh of Sally's inner thigh, leading her to lock her legs tightly together in defensive reaction. The captain chuckled softly in her ear, exerting a little more of his obviously great strength, forcing her thighs slightly apart as his hand wormed its inexorable way upward to her crotch.
Sally Porter stiffened, her entire ripe body going instantly tense as the captain's probing fingers made their first burning contact with her crotch, nudging against the thin, already dampened crotchband of her bikini panties. Pierce's reactive sigh was so loud, so explosive, that Sally feared the couple in the clearing must surely have heard him, but as her eyes snapped open and locked upon them once more, she found them as lost in each other as before.
Jason White was slowly, torturously, licking and nibbling his way along Jennifer's heaving tan abdomen, planting a row of sucking little kisses along the way which caused her to groan loudly and writhe in the throes of mounting sexual excitement. The young woman's entire body went taut as her lover's mouth slowly neared the furry triangle of her loins, inching its way toward the moist seat of her lust with agonizing slowness.
Sally Porter felt a sort of vicarious frustration building up within her, a hollow aching which seemed to blossom in sympathy to her young friend's urgent sexual needs. The vicarious sense of wanton involvement was only increased by the kneading pressure of Captain Pierce's fingers as those questing digits began a subtle rotary massage of her cunt lips through the flimsy material of her bikini panties.
A ragged sob forced itself from Sally's taut throat as she felt the mounting lustful response building in her own tortured loins. Oh Christ! she mentally intoned, I simply can't allow this ... this ... stranger to have his way with my body! I just can't submit to these strange new feelings!!! It's wrong!!!
Those mental assurances seemed all in vain, however, for even as the small voice of her conscience was stilled, Sally opened her eyes to witness the next act of the lusty little drama being enacted in the clearing before her. What she saw there brought a renewed burning of desire between her trembling thighs, a yearning only intensified by the unwanted massaging and probing of the ship captain's firm, demanding fingers.
Jason White had reached the target of Jennifer's succulent pussy, enveloping the swollen little lips of her pumping sex with his avidly working lips. Jennie arched her back, uttering a little sob of desire and surrender as the ship's mate brought his teeth and probing tongue into play, taunting her moist genital flesh with demanding whiplash strokes. He sucked avidly at the girl's steamy crotch, lapping at the clenched little mouth of her hungry vagina before sweeping his tongue onward and upward to taunt the straining pleasure node of her captive little clit. Jennifer sobbed again, heels digging into the soft earth, her entire body arching spasmodically upward off the ground as she strove to place her yearning cunt in ever closer conjunction with Jason White's slavering mouth and flicking tongue.
Sally felt as if she herself were about to faint, between the visual stimulation of the scene before her eyes, and the dual manual excitation caused by Captain Pierce's manipulation of her excited nipple and pussy flesh. A fresh bout of quaking wracked her curvaceous frame as two of the captain's fingers slipped ever so deftly inside the crotchband of her little panties, probing for and finding the moist, waiting furrow of her naked vagina. Tears of mingled humiliation and passion stained Sally's cheeks as she mentally fought the storm of budding passion which even then was raging within the traitorous shell of her ripe young woman's body.
Sally Porter's body was seized by seemingly uncontrollable trembling as Captain Pierce fondled and manipulated her most secret flesh with ever-increasing vigor. Her body felt almost weightless, suddenly afloat on a wave of ethereal passion which she was powerless to avert or control. There seemed to be no escape for the young woman as she stood there, pinned in the strong grasp of the Orion's master. The milking, kneading action of his hands upon her flesh was slowly, inexorably driving Sally toward the brink which would mark her total loss of self-control.
Captain Pierce could sense his impending victory over her traitorous young body, and he sought to hasten that blissful surrender, prodding her mind further as he added the stimulation of words to the taunting action of his hands. He held her in such a position that the lusty tableau of Jason and Jennifer lay before her whenever she opened her bright blue eyes, and his hoarse, whispered words, spoken close to her tiny shell-like ear, served to heighten and elaborate her own lustful fantasies.
"Look at that," Pierce urged demandingly. "He's about ready to fuck her now. Any minute now, his big fat cock will be sliding up inside her tight little cunt, making her cum!!"
Sally gasped, sobbing out a wordless little plea for blessed silence, but his words seemed to have a compelling, almost hypnotic effect, forcing her eyes wide open against her will. Gaping into the clearing beyond the leafy screen which hid her, Sally saw that the Captain's appraisal of the situation there was indeed correct, and that Jason White did seem on the verge of burying his stiff prick in her best friend's pussy.
The ship's mate was on his knees now, tottering between Jennifer's widely-splayed thighs. He leered down at her with an evil smile of unadulterated animal lust, all the while running his palms up and down the inside of her tender thighs, causing her to moan and writhe with ever mounting passion. Finally, when it seemed that Jennifer could take no more of his taunting and teasing, Jason White removed one hand from her flesh and clasped it about the throbbing, blood-engorged pole of his own rigid penis. As Sally Porter watched, horrified and enthralled, the ship's mate shifted position, readjusting the angle of his hips until he was able to guide his thick purple cock head into tingling contact with the outer lips of Jennie Tendall's hot, waiting little cunt.
Jennie's reaction was immediate, and most emphatic. Her head lolled from side to side, eyes tightly shut and mouth gaping open as her little mewling cries of pleasure merged now into one unbroken moaning growl of lust. The young woman's clawed fingers dug deeply into the soft earth on which she lay, and her hips picked up an automatic, almost unconscious fucking rhythm of their own, lifting and rotating as they sought some greater accommodation, some more immediate contact with the teasing glans of Jason's searching prick.
Encouraged by Jennie's reaction, Jason was emboldened to make a more daring and forceful genital assault upon her steamy little cunt. His free hand came into the play now, prying apart the swollen little lips of her pussy, fully exposing the coraline flesh nestled within both to his gaze and to the raking, seeking glans of his zealous cock.
Sally Porter watched, amazed, as Jennie lay there and gladly accepted the advancing defilement of her loins. The girl moaned and undulated as Jason swirled his blunt cock head around the rubbery little mouth of her hidden vagina, her whole torso spasming as that delicious penile head tracked on, nudging and probing against the stiffened nub of her pleasure-giving clitoris.
Sally found it ever easier to inject herself into that lustful scene, especially as Captain Pierce stepped up the tempo of his manual assaults upon the secret swells and hollows of her tight young body. One of his broad hands was completely inside her clinging little panties now, circling and taunting the wet lips of her cunt until she felt that surely she must cry out her mingled feelings of lust and shame, or else faint dead away in his arms.
Now the Captain's long index finger was probing between her hot little cuntal lips, seeking and finding the warm, moist secret flesh hidden inside. Sally felt hot tears of shame streaking her cheeks as that questing digit went where no man's hand had gone before, flicking lightly across her burning clit before probing and worming its way slowly into the clasping channel of her vagina itself.
Madly, frantically, Sally sought to writhe and squirm away from that invading digit, but her backward twisting served only to trap his rigid cock more securely in the valley between her ass cheeks. For her trouble, she was greeted by a wheezing little gasp of appreciative lust, and the Captain immediately began rotating his broad hips, grinding his stiff cock forcefully into the yielding canyon of Sally's ass.
In the clearing before them, Jennifer Tendall showed all the symptoms of a woman who has lost her mind. She thrashed about and moaned incoherently, arms and legs flailing in one ceaseless paroxysm of mounting, burning desire. Jason White was lashing the exposed flesh of her pussy with his hard cock head, using that fleshy bludgeon like a medieval instrument of torture, driving his willing victim ever farther into the depths of total sensual abandonment.
At last, when Jennie seemed almost on the brink of a shattering orgasm, Jason rocked back on his heels, withdrawing the staff of his penis from her clasping, needing gentials. The stunned girl immediately sat bolt upright, a sob of frustration ripping from her throat as her contorted face told the full story of her needs and desires.
"Wha ... why ... why did you stop?" she asked, her very tone itself begging for the lewd pre-fucking foreplay to continue.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" Jason growled in response, "Fuck you like you've never had it before!"
The sob which issued from Jennie's throat now was plainly one of gratitude and willing surrender. She collapsed backward onto the cool earth and Jason flung himself upon her prostrate naked body.
His hand fished briefly between them, seeking and finding his penis, guiding that fleshy pole to the clasping portal of Jennifer's hungry pussy. Then, with a grunting, groaning thrust that hit Sally's ears and eyes with seemingly physical force, the ship's mate buried his cock to the hilt in the steaming recesses of Jennie Tendall's clinging little cunt.
Jennifer groaned aloud, more of a scream really, her entire body arching like a hunting bow, rising from the ground, twisting spastically as if in the throes of death or agony. There was no pain or discomfort on her face, however, and Sally could plainly tell that her friend was now lingering on the very edge, not of destruction, but of the shattering sexual release which is so closely akin to death.
Captain Pierce had seen enough, and he could obviously restrain himself no longer. Both of his big hands were inside the elastic waistband of Sally's panties now, and despite her ineffectual and muted whimpers of protest, he was quickly, skillfully rolling those skimpy undergarments downward over the pronounced swell of her hips and buttocks. Sally sobbed bitterly as the panties skimmed down the taut, tan columns of her thighs and calves, finally lying in a rumpled heap about her ankles. The Captain was roughly prying her legs apart now with his hands, and in order to keep from falling to the ground, Sally was forced to comply, stepping out of her panties with one foot and splaying her legs as he demanded.
Sally Porter wept softly as she felt the cool forest air washing seductively over the hot, moist flesh of her hidden genitals. Her eyes, however reluctantly, remained locked on the wildly fucking couple in the jungle clearing, scanning every pumping, driving movement of those twin torsos as Jennifer and Jason complemented and matched one another's fucking tempos, plunging onward toward the mutual goal of explosive ecstasy.
Phillip Pierce kept his eyes upon that scene as well, but the lion's share of his attention was firmly fastened upon the body of the young woman he held tight in his arms. With one hand now he was lifting and tugging at her tight skirt, raising that restrictive garment until the treasures of her tight loins and luscious rounded ass would be fully exposed to his eyes, hands and cock. With the other hand, he roughly attacked his own slacks, hauling sharply downward on his zipper, fishing inside pants and shorts to free the raging giant which was his pulsing cock.
Sally gasped as she distinctly heard the sound of the Captain's zipper descending.
Before she had time to assess the situation, however, a newer, far greater horror burst upon her senses.
Something, some thick, long, round, hot, indefinable thing was slipping deftly into the valley between her splayed thighs, its upper swell chafing incitefully against the already tingling little outer lips of Sally's cunt. Sally knew in her heart what that something was, but dared not give it a name in the conscious portion of her mind.
She stood there, pinned in the Captain's strong arms, as he began to pump his hips forward and back, slowly, teasingly massaging her burning vulva with the blood-filled rod of his fat, throbbing penis.
Still, she told herself with virginal naivete, this isn't so bad, if this is all there is to it. She might even force herself to relax and enjoy it ... at least a little. There was no pain after all, in spite of what she had always read and heard from other women.
As soon as the moment of relief arrived, it was cruelly banished. For now Pierce had one hand firmly set on Sally's soft shoulder, forcing her to bend sharply forward at the waist, further splaying her legs and ripe young ass cheeks, presenting the steamy beauty of her loins like a sacrifice to the rampaging snake-god of his penis.
Sally felt the first tentative probings of his broad cock head along the wet slit of her vagina with a mingling of fright and curiosity. She had always harbored a secret thirst for first-hand knowledge about the forbidden acts of sex, but this was all terribly wrong just the same, her seemingly willing compliance to lustful desires of a total stranger.
Sally resolved to resist, even at that late moment, but when she sought to straighten up, to wrest herself free of Pierce's grasp, she found herself pinned so tightly that she was unable to move without putting up the sort of noisy fight which would definitely alert Jason and Jennie to her presence. Grief and hopelessness flooded in upon young Sally Porter, only compounded by the first burning contact of Captain Pierce's thick purple glans with the tingling little pleasure node of her own stiff clitoris.
Sally's head was reeling, her vision blurring as she trembled, on the verge of a passion such as she had never known or even dared to imagine. Before her narrowed eyes, Jason and Jennifer were fucking wildly, passionately, a living scene from some erotic, pornographic movie brought suddenly to reality for her sole pleasure and arousal. And all the while, behind her, inside the secret valley of her crotch, hot male flesh was probing and chafing, seeking out the treasures which no other man had mined.
Now the thick tip of Pierce's cock was nudging insistently, almost violently, against the tight, tiny mouth of Sally's virginal pussy itself. Sally groaned as that thrusting fleshy probe sparked twinges of pain fron her rubbery vaginal mouth, causing her to squirm away from her attacker's thrusting, prodding loins. Not one to be put off, Captain Pierce tightened his iron grip upon her shoulder, tugging her inexorably backward and onto the tip of his cock, sliding that hot shaft a first agonizing inch into Sally's never-before-fucked young cunt.
Sally Porter stifled a sob of pain, biting so deeply into her full lower lip that she produced a single glistening drop of scarlet blood. She was in terrible pain from Pierce's rough penile intrusion, but she was equally determined not to disclose her presence there in the bushes, further hymiliating herself before her best friend and Jason White. Thus, Sally remained grimly silent, exerting herself strongly to break away from Captain Pierce, but limited in what she could really do to rescue herself.
Pierce, for his part, was undaunted in his determination to possess this young woman's ripe and luscious body. He thrust his hips ever tighter against her splayed loins, worming his fat cock another fraction of an inch inside the clasping channel of her virginal cunt. From the iron rigidity of her body he could sense that she was in some degree of pain, but the swirling clouds of lust in his own mind prevented any form of sympathy or mercy from taking hold. He was locked upon the single-minded goal of wild tempestuous fucking, and nothing the young woman might do or say at this point could dissuade him.
Sally Porter, struggling to find some momentary relief from the nagging, burning pain in her crotch, opened her eyes wide, locking her vision on the scene of abandoned screwing in the jungle clearing before her. Jason and Jennifer were both scaling the heights of erotic passion there in plain view, their nude torsos writhing and thrashing together as they whipped one another upward and onward to the pinnacle of orgasm. Sally could plainly see the long red shaft of Jason's penis, glistening with the mingling of Jennie's cum and his own, sluicing rapidly in and out of the slit of her cunt, his pelvis slapping loudly and wetly against the splayed plane of Jennifer's madly humping crotch.
My God! Sally thought feverishly, that's what Captain Pierce's penis must look like now, pushing into my own ... my ... pussy! Somehow, the lascivious thought seemed to ease her genital pain ever so slightly, bringing a strange sensation of warmth and wetness to her loins, causing her vaginal muscles to loosen and relax, almost accepting and accommodating the rough intrusion of Pierce's cock.
Sally's reprieve was short-lived, however, for suddenly, and without warning, Pierce's blunt cock head made hard, jarring contact with the flexible barrier of her hymen. The Captain hesitated briefly, somewhat surprised to learn that Sally was actually a virgin, but his delay was brief, and almost immediately he continued his forward thrusting, only more forcefully now, striving hungrily to smash through that last barrier between himself and ultimate possession of Sally Porter's waiting young body.
With one final, powerful thrust, Pierce sliced his cock through Sally's maidenhead, wrenching a whispered cry of pain from her straining throat as he buried his organ inside her to the hilt, the broad glans nudging against the rubbery cup of her cervix. Sally's eyes popped wide open, more from shock than pain, staring into the clearing to see whether her cry had been overheard there.
To her great relief, Sally found the young lovers there as lost in themselves as before, clearly now on the very razor's edge separating them from total mind-shattering orgasm. Her concentration on that scene was broken, however, as Captain Pierce began sliding his thick cock in and out of her burning little cunt, moving ever more rapidly as his own erotic excitement steadily mounted. All the while he kept one hand locked firmly on her shoulder, but the other was sliding around to her chest, slipping back inside the gaping opening of her blouse and inside her bra, once more fondling and taunting the jangling nerves and ivory flesh of her surging captive breast.
Sally felt her mind slowly going, begin to drift in a swimming state rather akin to the feeling she had experienced the previous night on the beach, fondling and touching her own secret genital flesh. And yet this was different somehow, more painful, certainly, and more humilitpng, and yet ... and yet ... yes, better somehow as well.
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, Sally could not deny that her own body, her yearning breasts and churning little cunt, were beginning to instinctively adjust and accept the crude advances of this perfect stranger who was raping her. She could feel her own feminine lubrication flowing freely now, slurping around his driving cock as the elastic walls of her cuntal canal broadened, distended to accept the pummeling girth of his prick with greater comfort.
Yes, she finally admitted with a shuddering sigh that held no pain whatsoever, once you relaxed and stopped fighting the inevitable, there was something decidedly enjoyable about the experience ... something, well, exciting. Yes, tremendously exciting, she realized with a sudden hot flush, blushing crimson as she felt her own internal muscles begin clinging to Pierce's cock, helping now rather than fighting that genital invasion, sucking and tugging at his rod on the outstrokes, as if reluctant to have it leave her.
Phillip Pierce sensed the final reluctant surrender of the young woman he held pinned against his pumping loins, and a lusty growl of triumph escaped from his taut lips. His fucking tempo increased, driving his cock ever more rapidly into the tight, clinging sheath of her vagina, as all the while his hand pulled and twisted more demandingly at the full swelling flesh of her tit. She squirmed and moaned against him, getting into the experience even more now, responding unconsciously to his domineering air as he took her roughly, violently, without mercy.
Sally Porter had never experienced such powerful sensations in all her young life, and she felt now as if she might faint dead away with every passing instant. Surely this next wave of erotic feeling would be too much, or the next, or the next. But still she clung to consciousness, riding the crest of that sensual breaker to new, undreamed-of heights of passion as Pierce drove her skillfully, demandingly onward and upward.
A loud sobbing cry from the jungle clearing drew the full attention of Sally and the Captain for one split second. There, in plain view, their eyes beheld Jennifer and Jason, twisting and lunging spastically, lost beyond recall in the throes of total mind-boggling release. They rode the pitching roller-coaster of orgasm, their cries mingling to rise as one into the green canopy of the rain forest, dislodging brightly colored birds into instant flight above their heads. Jason's hips slammed and pumped against Jennie with blur speed, while the young woman's legs and ankles locked around his thighs and buttocks, striving mightily to hold his pistoning organ within her and nurse it, milk it there with her own powerful cuntal muscles.
Sally felt her own excitement building unmistakably as her lecherous eyes devoured that erotic scene. The smooth fucking of Pierce's prick into her cunt suddenly became all the more immediate, all the more necessary to her well being, and she gasped unconsciously as her full hips picked up an instinctive backward fucking motion, complementing and accentuating the Captain's own driving strokes with a pattern of her own.
Wet sucking sounds filled the jungle now as Jason fucked madly in Jennie Tendall and Captain Phillip Pierce pumped his own rampaging organ deeper and deeper into Sally Porter's receptive young pussy. Both couples seemed lost in their respective worlds of erotic fantasy, striving for goals that were both identical and yet strangely different, similar orgasms achieved in total secrecy.
Jason and Jennifer were beginning to subside from their own climactic fury now, relaxing in the warm circle of each other's arms, seemingly asleep, although Sally knew that they would actually be awake, resting and basking in the warm afterglow of their recent frantic coupling.
Sally and the Captain almost failed to notice the sudden cessation of action in the clearing, so rapt were they in their own driving, lusty actions. Pierce's eyes were narrow slits, almost blind now as his mind focused exclusively on the sought-after goal of orgasm, pumping his rigid burning penis deeper into the young woman's clasping vagina with every pistoning thrust. The girl, for her part, was humping back desperately against him, enveloping his organ with her sex, twisting and rotating her hips in such a way that she milked the utmost pleasurable response from his surging, pulsing prick.
Sally Porter felt her orgasm coming like a runaway express train, racing down the dark tunnel of her vagina to explode with pinwheels of golden fire at the base of her spine. Tremors and near-convulsions wracked her stiffening frame, causing every muscle and tendon in her young body to go instantly rigid. Her pussy muscles locked around the slithering shaft of Phillip Pierce's sex, wringing little electric jolts of ecstasy from it as she slipped over the edge into swirling, mind-reeling climax. Her teeth were clamped together in the last instant of remaining sanity, swallowing the cry of pleasurable anguish which rose unbidden in her straining throat.
The Captain was not far behind Sally with his own orgasmic explosion. The milking actions of her hot vagina, working on his cock like the pumping of a masturbating fist in a velvet glove, drove him quickly over the edge to his own shattering sensual release. He clearly felt the scalding flow of his semen begin, overflowing the caldron of his testicles and racing along the ducts of his cock, bursting forth from his glans in great creamy gouts of cum, blanketing the sucking, receptive innards of Sally's pussy in pumping spurts.
The explosion of jism within her tight young cunt sent Sally Porter off into a secondary orgasm much more powerful than the first. Her entire body writhed and tossed, almost ripping itself free of his hands which grasped her shoulder and taut young breast. Again the shriek of ecstasy churned in her throat, and again she bit it off only with the utmost effort, saving herself for the moment from the ultimate humiliation of discovery by the young lovers in the clearing.
Captain Pierce and Sally stood there in the jungle, locked together at the juncture of their loins, trembling with the aftershocks of total orgasm. Pierce groaned with pleasure, the low sound escaping between gritted teeth, and Sally wept unashamedly, though whether from happiness or embarrassment she could not have said.
After another long moment the Captain withdrew his penis from the clinging confines of her vagina, leaving behind a definite feeling of emptiness after it had gone. Sally heard the soft rustle of his clothing as he tucked his now limp cock away and closed his slacks. After another seemingly endless moment she began the task of dressing herself, buttoning her blouse and slithering back into the tight little panties which he had hauled off of her trembling hips an eternity before.
By the time Sally thought to look into the clearing once again, Jennifer and Jason were not only dressed, but they were moving back along their chosen jungle trail hand-in-hand. Turning, Sally found that the Captain was also ready to leave, standing and watching her somewhat impatiently as he waited for her to finish the task of straightening her clothing and follow him out of the deep, dark rain forest.
She moved along behind him, averting her eyes from his and ignoring the hand he offered. A sudden renewed feeling of shame and humiliation weighed heavily upon her as she trailed him through the lush greenery, back to the beach camp, and she wondered how she could ever face him or her friend ... or even herself ... ever again.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally scarcely could force herself to look at Captain Pierce during their long walk back to camp, despite his several attempts at brief conversation. She answered him with little grunts and monosyllables, wishing heartily that he would have the decency to just leave her alone and let her try to forget the shame which her traitorous young body had inflicted upon her. When they returned to camp, Sally saw that Jennifer and Jason White had gotten there ahead of them, but she did not have the heart to face her young friend, preferring to sit by herself in a far corner of the camp, alone with her private thoughts and her secret humiliation.
Neither Sally and the Captain nor Jennie and Jason had found any food for the group to eat, of course, but the other search parties had been more successful. Bart Williams and his curvaceous secretary, Mollie Curtis, had brought back with them some large orange fruit, rather like giant oranges, which, when opened, proved to be some sort of ripe and delicious melons. Meanwhile, Jack Morris and Tom Waverly, the two handsome young bachelors, had been even luckier, managing to catch what looked like a wild turkey for their evening meal.
Sally helped Jennifer and Mollie prepare the primitive dinner, surprising her friend by her silence and refusal to discuss what she had done or seen on her jungle excursion with the captain. After several attempts at conversation, Jennie finally shrugged and gave up, working quietly over the meal preparations while casting curious sidelong glances at her friend.
At last the dinner was ready, and Sally was rather surprised to find that both the bird and the strange melons were quite delicious. She enjoyed the meal, but was still unable to join in the casual conversation and joking which was general around the beach fire. After dinner, the men helped to clear the residue away, and then everyone prepared to turn in for the night, knowing that another day of scavenging for food lay ahead of them ... and perhaps many more similar days, for as long as they remained on the island and intended to survive there.
Sally checked her watch as they prepared for sleep, and found to her disgust that it had stopped, apparently waterlogged, at noon at the previous day. Or had it been midnight? Or noon today"! She shrugged, not really caring, as she took the rusting watch off and flung it in the general direction of the surf. Another of her tenuous links with modern civilization was gone, broken and useless, wallowing in the froth of the breakers now before receding out to sea.
Sally Porter slept alone, away from the others, shunning even the company of her best friend, Jennifer. It seemed to Sally that she no longer really new Jennie at all, or, after the scene in the jungle clearing that afternoon, perhaps she knew her all too well.
Exhausted by her trying afternoon and lulled by the rhythmic pounding of the nearby surf, Sally sank into a quick, deep sleep. She began to dream, vague mental images of the island and her companions at first, gradually, ever so slowly changing into a jungle scene which she somehow felt that she could recognize. Something she had already seen.
In her dream, Sally was moving slowly and cautiously along the same jungle trail she had walked with Captain Pierce that afternoon. She was looking for something or someone, homing on a strange yet familiar sound which seemed to issue from the forest greenery ahead of her, always within earshot, but somehow just out of reach.
Now the sounds were drawing nearer, becoming somehow more immediate. She slowed her dreamy pace, certain that she was about to discover whatever or whoever it was that she had been seeking so earnestly. There seemed to be a break coming up in the trees and vines directly ahead, a clearing perhaps, and that clearing seemed to be the source" of the sounds which she had been following for so long.
Sally was stretching out a hand now, slowly and cautiously drawing aside the leafy screen in order to peer into that mysterious clearing. She narrowed her eyes, craning her neck to stare through the deepening jungle dusk, eyes seeking, searching for she knew not what.
What Sally saw there in the clearing stunned her. It was at once both strange and new, and yet totally, shockingly familiar to her. Her pulse heightened, her face flushed, and she almost turned away in acute embarrassment at what she saw.
A nude man and woman lay within that clearing, holding one another tightly, their mouths locked together in a deep, searching soul kiss. A nagging sense of deja vu overwhelmed Sally, bringing her mind partially back to the actual scene she had witnessed that very afternoon, causing her to cringe with shame as she once more assumed the role of a prying voyeur, infringing upon the sacred privacy of two other individuals in their most intimate moments.
Sally's mind wrenched at the muscles and nerve centers of her sluggish body, demanding that this time, at least this time, she turn away, exercise some moderate decency, and leave these rapturous young lovers in peace. She was, in fact, turning away from that fantasy scene, when her dream took one of those all too common unexpected turns, jarring her and riveting her attention once more.
The bodies in the clearing shifted, twisting and writhing in mounting passion. The young woman twisted her head toward where Sally stood, her features at last becoming visible through an unruly tumble of honey-blond hair. Those features were naggingly, chillingly familiar, locking Sally's eyes on that in-citeful scene of naked lust in such a way that all thoughts of escape abruptly vanished.
Sally Porter watched herself in that clearing, totally naked, and undulating slowly in the arms of a muscular young man who was both familiar and yet somehow faceless. She knew that if she could only stare harder, closer, she would magically recognize him, but the talent seemed to elude her always, and while she had no trouble recognizing her own face and figure there in the jungle clearing, the identity of her sex partner remained a secret, adding somehow an extra sense of arousal, incitement, the forbidden touch that is somehow necessary to totally satisfactory sex.
Sally felt her own pulse quickening, her breathing changing gradually into a sort of panting rhythm as she beheld herself there, naked in the arms of a stranger. At a vague conscious level, she knew that this was all unreal, a dream, a fantasy, and yet ... there was something so terribly, chillingly real about it all.
Amazing, she thought, how that fantasy touch of her nonexistent lover seemed to transfer itself to her sleeping body with almost physical reality and immediacy. The faceless young man was massaging her naked breasts now, cupping those firm milky mounds in his big hands and milking them, stroking the pliant flesh, paying particular attention to her stiffening rosy nipples, until her entire torso writhed and twisted with mounting passion at his caresses. And, in her dreamy state, Sally Porter was vaguely aware of a strikingly real tingling in her own breasts, aware of the stiffening of her nipples into twin exclamation points of mounting desire.
A moaning sigh escaped from Sally's taut lips, signaling coming surrender both to her unusually responsive body and to the faceless mystery lover of her dreams. That lithe young man read the signal and acknowledged it gladly, pulling her firm breasts gently together and holding the rosy nipples mere inches apart, lowering his hungry, questing mouth to those tingling pleasure buds with an eagerness that wrenched another grateful sigh from Sally.
Sally Porter moaned and undulated slightly in her sleep as those dream lips closed about the burning stem of one nipple, and a fiery, darting tongue lapped forward to lave and arouse the excited flesh of her nipple and aureole. The young woman's taut breast seemed to be on fire, with hot flames of budding lust lapping around her excited nipple and spreading rapidly outward to envelop her whole upper torso, bringing her back up off the firm ground in a lustful arch, presenting her tits like a living sacrifice to the avid mouth of her dream lover.
It seemed incredible to Sally's drowsy mind that she could in fact derive such physical arousal from a mere dream. Nothing in Sally's limited experience had prepared her for such a vivid erotic experience. She supposed this must be what she had heard jokingly referred to as a "wet dream" by some of her friends, and indeed, she could now almost imagine that she felt her own feminine lubricant secretions beginning to flow between her thighs, preparing her cunt for the penile invasion that would inevitably, blessedly follow the foreplay she was then receiving.
The faceless young man had now enveloped both of Sally's hot little nipples with his hungry mouth, engulfing a great mouthful of her breast flesh, pinning it roughly against the roof of his mouth and almost violently assailing the stiff little nipple buds with his flailing tongue, whipping Sally's burning nerve endings almost into a frenzy of aroused sensuality. The sleeping young woman almost imagined that she could feel the warm flow of saliva on her breasts as that imaginary tongue whipped across her nipples, and the hands which cupped her breasts tightly together seemed remarkably, startlingly real even in her present drowsy state.
Sally stirred where she lay, shifting her body so that she now lay completely on her back, her proud young breasts thrusting upward to the night sky of the island. In her mind, it seemed that the faceless dream lover shifted with her, never even lifting his amorous mouth from her tits as he followed her motions, now straddling her full hips with his firm thighs, as if he was mounting a spirited mare for a brisk midnight ride. Sally moaned and writhed, taking pleasure in the feel of his thrusting cock and naked scrotum as they rubbed and chafed against the smooth flesh of her belly.
But I'm not naked, Sally's drowsy mind reminded her at a semi-conscious level, and I couldn't really be feeling those things. To her surprise and passing embarrassment, she found that that realization brought a strong and immediate feeling of disappointment and frustration into her heart.
Sally fled that frustration, gladly escaping backward into the erotic fantasy world of her dreams. In that swirling sensual world, her faceless lover had lowered his mouth from her tits, and was now licking and sucking his way downward along the fluttering plane of her flat stomach, homing unfailingly on the pulsing, waiting mound of her secret genitals. Sally's breath caught in her throat as his mouth paused at the tiny crater of her navel, his tongue tip swirling briefly about that sensual indentation, and then tracking wetly on toward the lightly furred triangle of pubic hair where her hungry pussy waited and yearned for him.
Again, the sensations which carried over from Sally's wet dream had an almost physical reality to them, causing her to squirm erotically in her ever-mounting excitement. Her pelvis unconsciously picked up a rotating, humping little rhythm all its own, deliberately rubbing the downy flesh of her lower belly against her dream lover's chest and stomach, enjoying the insistent prodding of his big hot cock against her warm inner thigh.
The man's searching, questing mouth was skirting the hairy triangle of her pubic area now, the pink tongue tip flicking with lighting speed back and forth as it traced the outline of that moist erotic forest. Sally's firm buttocks hovered above the ground, jerking and rotating as she silently beckoned those hungry lips to find their ultimate target, to close upon the waiting, pouting slit of her cunt and bring to her once and for all the blissful relief which she craved so badly.
He was complying now, the lips, teeth and tongue edging through her pubic curls like some incredibly sensual lawnmower, plowing ahead through the downy tangle until his hot lips reached the apex of her cuntal slit. He paused there, his hot tongue tip flicking out once more, an experimental probe against and between those pouting pussy lips which sent an immediate jolt of electric sensual pleasure racing throughout Sally's entire torso.
Sally Porter sobbed aloud her pleasure, so real did the ministrations of her mystery lover. Her clawed fingers dug deeply into the soft loam, her heels braced against the ground, tendons and muscles straining as she thrust her pelvis energetically upward against his hungry jaws, pumping her crotch into ever closer conjunction with those pleasure-giving lips.
The young woman's entire lower torso seemed to be on fire as the man's mouth fastened upon her pussy in earnest, his fingers coming into play as he pried her cuntal lips smoothly apart, revealing the coralline lining within to his teeth, tongue and hands. A long shuddering sigh escaped from Sally's tight throat and she sagged limply backward on the ground, a little smile of relief and satisfaction playing across her face as she waited for that blessed pleasure-giving tongue to do its erotic work.
The first touch of her lover's tongue tip upon the hot, steamy flesh of her inner pussy sent young Sally Porter into a writhing, twisting convulsion of desire. Her arms and legs thrashed briefly about, then went suddenly stiff as tree limbs, jutting outward at right angles from her body, fingers and toes clawing at the earth as if to keep her from drifting away on a wave of erotic excitement.
It was all simply too much ... too powerful ... too exciting to be confined entirely to the world of dreams and fantasies. Why, oh why could she never seem to attain in real life the pleasures which such fantasies brought to her dozing mind?
Her lover's hungry mouth sucked and gnawed energetically on the hot pink flesh of her cunt, his tongue swirling briefly about the clasping little mouth of her vagina before sweeping onward and upward to lap at the rigid little pleasure bud of her tingling clitoris. The man's hands left her crotch now as his mouth took control, and his palms were sliding smoothly upward along her naked sides, slipping easily over her rib cage to seize the weighty mounds of her tits. His thumbs and forefingers fastened tightly upon the erect stems of her nipples, twisting and tweaking that sensitive flesh until she cried out with a voice that had pain mingled with the pleasure.
It was, perhaps, the instant of fleeting pain which brought Sally Porter's mind to a higher waking state, nudging her steadily but reluctantly out of her dream world and back to the plane of grimmer reality. Her eyelids fluttered, and a little moan of disappointment escaped her throat as she feared that the beautiful sensations she had imagined were now lost to her, slipping beyond recall as her dream receded in the distance.
It took Sally a long, torturous moment to realize that, while she was indeed awake, the sensations inherent in her "dream" had not lessened in the slightest. In fact, although her befuddled mind could not at first understand what was happening, the feelings of erotic stimulation actually seemed to be growing stronger as she came back to full wakedness.
Yes, there could be no doubt about it now. The tingling in her manhandled little budding nipples was mounting, growing with each passing second. The burning sensation in her aroused tits was not going away, but was increasing. And below, in the steamy canyon of her cunt, the lapping and swirling of her dream lover's marvelous tongue seemed more energetic and forceful than before, driving her inexorably on to ever-increasing heights of erotic arousal.
Curious, and suddenly more than a little frightened, Sally pushed herself up on both elbows and glanced down the curvaceous vista of her own body. It took her a long moment to realize that her blouse was unbuttoned and thrown wide open, fully revealing the mounds of her breasts. Her bra had been unfastened somehow and pushed upward, out of the way, and two firm male hands now held her heaving tits, thumbs and forefingers manipulating the rigid nubs of her little cherry nipples exactly as she had imagined in her stirring erotic dream.
A scream began worming its way out of Sally's tight throat and into her mouth but she bit it off for the moment, .her young mind still reeling with the intensity of the erotic sensations which washed over her. Her eyes continued probing the darkness, striving to learn exactly what was happening to her body while she slept, and who was responsible for that lascivious assault on her person.
A man was kneeling ... rather, almost crouching, between her widely splayed thighs, and Sally could see now that her tight little skirt had been thrust up about her hips, fully revealing her loins to her would-be attacker. Nor were her skimpy little bikini panties an obstacle to his lust, for she could plainly see them now, laying beside her on the damp sand where he had tossed them as he skimmed them off of her buttocks and legs while she slept. And the man, whoever he might be, had taken full advantage of her impromptu nudity, for his slavering face was now buried in the hairy furrow between her splayed legs.
It had not been a dream!! Sally Porter's mind reeled with the recognition that she had been ... in fact, was being assaulted sexually by a stranger who she had not yet even identified. Obviously, the man sucking and licking her burning cunt was one of the Orion survivors, but who, for God's sake, could it be? Her first thoughts flashed to Captain Pierce, who had taken advantage of her helplessness in the jungle clearing that morning, and she instantly suspected that he had come back for "seconds" after the others were asleep. However, as she stared hard at the top of her attacker's head, she realized that the thick curls of dark brown hair bore no resemblance whatsoever to the ship Captain's tight blond crew cut.
Who, then, could it possibly be?? Sally's mind had only begun to wrestle with that thorny problem, but she found herself strangely unable to concentrate as the waves of erotic arousal continued to wash over her, emanating from the twin fountainheads of her manhandled nipples and her thoroughly sucked little pussy. She found, to her great dismay, that her traitorous young body was continuing to exert its same unconscious signals of response, her back arching and breasts thrusting eagerly upward, her pelvis rotating and elevating into closer alignment with the hungry, slavering mouth of her anonymous lover.
A hot flush of shame and embarrassment rushed over Sally's pretty face as she recognized the same danger signals which she had experienced earlier that day with Captain Pierce. Her body was on the verge of betraying her, surrendering instinctively to the sinful desires of the flesh which she had so long guarded herself strictly against. Now, twice in one day, she felt herself slipping beyond the control of her normally strong will, becoming lost in some sort of erotic fantasy world which seemed at once both strange and threatening, and yet entirely natural.
Burning tears of mingled shame and arousal erupted from Sally's tightly clenched eyelids, coursing their fiery paths down her smooth cheeks. A little sob was wrenched from her throat, but already her feelings were changing, merging from grief and shame into a sort of budding arousal, a sweeping surrender from which she instinctively knew that there would be no return short of total, mind-dizzying orgasmic relief. Slowly, almost reluctantly, her clenched fists relaxed, and, as if she was watching herself move again in a dream, her hands crept downward along her body, fingers at last reaching her lover's head. Hesitantly, ashamedly, she reached out the fingers of one hand to lightly stroke his curly brown hair.
At that touch, at long last, the anonymous man seemed to realize that she was no longer sleeping. He glanced up from her splayed crotch, his lips and chin glistening in the moonlight with the hot gleaming juices of her own arousal. He smiled lecherously, feasting his eyes on her face and the luscious display of her nudity before he chuckled deep in his throat and then returned to his energetic sucking and licking of her excited pussy.
Sally's mind swam as she collapsed weakly backward upon the firm, cool sand of the beach. To her great surprise and shock, totally unexpectedly, the man crouching between her legs, with hands clutching her tits and his hungry mouth pressed tightly against her dripping cunt, was the handsome young bachelor, Jack Morris!
She could only imagine what prompted him to attempt this nighttime assault upon her sleeping body, but whatever had set off his lusty emotions and brought him to her side, it now seemed all too clear that she could bring herself to do nothing which might interrupt him, nothing which might deprive her of the ultimate pleasure and relief which she knew was coming in a matter of agonizing moments.
As if on cue, in tune with the erotic tenor of her thoughts, Jack Morris rocked back on his haunches, shifting his position so that Sally had a complete view of his kneeling figure from where she lay prone on the ground. Another little gasp was torn from her throat as she saw that he was almost completely naked, clad, in fact, only in a skimpy pair of jockey shorts, the undergarments strained and dampened by the thrusting promontory of his surging, powerful penis. Obviously, he had come to her side that night totally ready to go through with and accomplish his lustful design.
Morris was obviously conscious of Sally's eyes upon his near-naked body, and a tight little smile played across his face as he enjoyed the attention. He flexed his muscles, proud of the way they lengthened and rippled under his perfect tanned skin. At last, when he had treated her to enough of a preliminary show, he lowered his hands to the waistband of his shorts, slipping his thumbs inside as he began to lower those tight and clinging garments from his loins.
Slowly, almost tauntingly, he slipped the moistened jockey shorts downward and off of his hips, wriggling slightly with an action that only increased the seductivity of his little strip show. At last, after seconds that dragged by like hours, his shorts were skimming down and away from the jutting rod of his taut, blood-engorged penis. That cock caught briefly on the elastic of his shorts, and as they slipped free his penis bobbled in the pale moonlight, riveting Sally's attention like the hand of some intensely erotic metronome. Peering closer in the half-darkness, she plainly saw a single pearly drop of seminal fluid gleaming at the slit in his blunt purple glans.
Jack Morris seized his own long cock in one hand now, stroking it almost absent-mindedly, with long tingling strokes. Sally noticed that the organ seemed to grow at least another half inch under that manual stimulation. Finally, apparently satisfied with the condition of his penis and the erotic signals emanating from the fleshy pleasure-wand, Morris shifted his body angle once more, leaning sharply forward to support himself on one hand above her prostrate form, the other hand continuing to grip his rigid, pulsing cock.
Sally waited, fearing even to breathe, for whatever the sexy young man had in store for her next. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again, almost fearing that he might evaporate in front of her very eyes if she so much as dared to look up at him, thereby depriving herself of the sexual arousal and joy which she somehow knew was in the immediate future.
At length, after what seemed like an eternity but could have been only fleeting seconds, Sally felt the hot, smooth head of his cock sliding wetly upward along the tender flesh of her sensitive inner thigh. Sally was holding her breath now, her hands once more clenched into nervous fists as she waited ... waited ... for what? She had only a very general idea of what should happen next, and no idea at all of what precisely the aroused young man planned to do to her.
She got her answer as the glans of his rigid cock made sudden burning contact with the pouting labia of her tingling little cunt. Slowly, gingerly, he traced those full nether lips with almost teasing gentleness, his own pre-ejaculate fluids mingling freely with her feminine secretions. Sally trembled almost uncontrollably now, her entire body seized by spasms of blossoming lust that made her feel like the victim of some strange, incurable palsy. And all the while, young Jack Morris continued his gentle, insidious assault upon the flesh of her burning, needing cunt.
The man brought his fingers into the game once more, slowly, gingerly prying her cuntal lips apart for the second time, now allowing his cock head access where his lips and tongue had ventured to explore only moments earlier. The wet pink flesh of her cunt itself was fully exposed to the sliding caress of his blunt glans, and Sally was seized by new, more powerful tremors of mounting lust as that broad cock head brushed hotly against the rigid bulb of her clit, chafing and taunting that hard pleasure node in such a way that her entire body quivered and arched upward off the ground in a lascivious bow.
Leaving her clitoris at long last, Morris brought his cock down and into alignment with the clasping, rubbery mouth of Sally Porter's once-virginal little vaginal channel. She winced slightly as she felt the now-familiar pressure of a penile probe against that tender and sensitive flesh, but she now likewise knew that the discomfort would last only a matter of seconds, and in her mounting surrender she resigned herself to wait it out. Indeed, there was no denying that already the slight feelings of tension and pain were fading, to be replaced by a definite feeling of lusty, sexual arousal.
Sally felt cold beads of erotic perspiration breaking out all over the exposed surface of her luscious female body. She was trembling ever more violently, biting into her full lower lip in an effort to control the raging passion within her, and to ride with the surging emotions without peaking too soon. She opened her eyes, fixing them upon Morris's face, finding an expression there that told her that he, too, was finding it increasingly difficult to take the sex act calmly and slowly. The knowledge encouraged her, made her somehow stronger and more self-confident in her own female powers.
Jack Morris's penis was probing ever more insistently at the elastic ring of Sally Porter's vaginal mouth, seeking entrance to the ultimate core of her sensual being. She wriggled her hips energetically, seeking to accommodate him in his quest, but he seemed intent on taking things in his own way and in his own time.
Gradually, with almost torturous slowness, Morris began to worm his massive pole of genital flesh into her cuntal tunnel, evoking the slightest grimace of pain from Sally before she could relax enough to accommodate his entry. She could feel the walls of her tight, once-pure cunt rippling ahead of his surging penile head, retreating only to counterattack with clasping power as his cock head popped that first full inch inside her body.
Sally's groan of pain changed quickly into a mewling little cry of mounting pleasure as her vaginal muscles relaxed enough to accommodate the blunt purple tip of her new lover's cock. She actually began to fuck back at him in that early stage of their coupling, her internal muscles sucking and nibbling at the super-sensitive tip of his organ in such a way that he was forced to grit his teeth, breath wheezing out of his throat as he, in turn, was subjected to a raging storm of unexpected genital sensation.
A flush of shame rose to Sally's cheeks as she realized exactly what she was doing and with whom, fucking energetically at the probing cock of a man with whom she had never before even spoken. And yet, as soon as the puritanistic thought entered her mind, it was banished by a somehow more realistic understanding of her current situation.
We're trapped, she told herself, and we may not be rescued for days or weeks, if at all. We are the only civilization now, each of us and all of us. There are no laws anymore, and nothing we choose to do can be considered wrong as long as no one is hurt!
The young woman was rather surprised to find herself thinking in such strange, liberated terms, but in the fleeting moment before her mind was once more consumed by the raging fires of lust, she supposed that her reaction must be based upon the sudden removal of all civilized trappings from their lives. Thus, rather pleased with herself and her new logic, Sally returned her brain to the task at hand, the achievement of ultimate erotic satisfaction from her surprise lover's driving, skewering cock.
Jack Morris, for his part, seemed equally lost in a vague sort of dream world, a fantasy universe which centered upon the point where his massive pole of cockflesh plowed relentlessly into the steamy little slit of Sally Porter's once-virginal cunt.
Sally writhed and undulated on the ground, like the victim of a violent epileptic seizure. Her white teeth were clenched together, her eyes tightly shut, her clawed fingers searching upward above her to find Morris's shoulders and drag his muscular body down tighter on top of her own. She reveled in the erotic sensations which raged in her trim body, tossing and turning as she sought to wring every iota of feeling from the exquisite moment.
Jack Morris was breathing heavily, his jaw grimly set as he determined to forestall his own climax until he was able to make Sally come. He could still hardly believe his own good fortune at finding her so receptive to his advances. When she had awakened, he had more than half expected her to cry out for help, and bring the other people in the camp racing to her rescue. Instead, she had responded, at first sleepily, unconsciously, but then, after a brief moment of hesitation, more energetically, and obviously aware of exactly what she was doing with him. Now, as they tossed and writhed together on the beach in the pale moonlight, the blond girl who had been a total stranger only moments before, and to whom he had still not been properly introduced, was giving Jack Morris the fucking of his life, whipping his senses onward and upward toward the inevitable explosive relief of orgasm.
Morris felt the tingling, watery sensation between his legs which always served as the forerunner of sexual climax. The hot cauldron of his balls was stirring restlessly, and he could feel the roiling j ism there, churning, anxious to erupt down his long penile shaft and flow into the velvet receptacle of the young blond's pussy. He pumped faster, no longer fighting the coming explosion, as he sensed now that she was gaining on him, pushing desperately toward her own release, about to overtake and even surpass him in that race toward lustful oblivion.
Sally Porter was rigid on the ground, only her hips and buttocks in motion now as she strained toward orgasm. Her erect nipples pointed skyward, grinding into the palms of Jack's hands as he captured those fleshy orbs and massaged them roughly, almost brutally. No pain existed for Sally now, as she drifted on the crest of a pre-orgasmic sensation wave which in only seconds would sweep her away and on to total fulfillment.
She swiftly brought her taut legs up and around, behind Jack's ass, pinning his cock deep inside her. Her naked heels drummed against the taut hemispheres of his ass cheeks, pumping away so that his rampaging prick was forced even deeper inside her, complementing his own fucking strokes with a syncopated rhythm of her own which somehow heightened and broadened her excitement. On every single inward stroke she could now plainly feel his broad glans buffeting against the rubbery cup of her cervix, setting off jangling alarm bells of erotic pleasure at the base of her reeling skull.
Time seemed to have no meaning, and matter no substance, as Sally gave herself finally and entirely to the sensations of the moment, surrendering the last vestige of her once-virginal, once "civilized" soul to the ecstasy which this stranger had inflicted upon her. She gloried in her wild abandonment, and in the sudden release from the restrictions of law and societal conventions. It was a triumph of both the heart and body.
Sally Porter came with that thought dangling in her mind. The orgasm began as a nagging tingle between her widely-splayed thighs, then suddenly erupted into a raging fireball there, shooting its white-hot tendrils along the path of her spine to blanket the inside of her skull with streamers of gold and crimson. Her ripe young body stiffened, convulsed, arched upward off the ground in a rictus closely akin to death as she rode the tidal wave of ecstatic release, mind and body as one at that moment.
Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh! she groaned with her last remnant of conscious thought, struggling to keep her orgasmic cry at the level of a hoarse whisper for frear of waking and drawing the others. IIIII'mmmmmm ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!!!!
Jack Morris followed her to that sublime plateau by only a few seconds, reading the familiar warning signals in his loins and nerve endings, hunching forward and skewering her wet open cunt with great humping piledriver thrusts of his spasming cock. He felt the reservoir of his balls overflow, actually experience the burning rush of semen along the bulging ducts of his cock, and groaned aloud in the night as the long creamy spurts of jism erupted with cyclone force into the cunt of his impromptu sex partner.
They lay like that, locked together and trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm, for long, seemingly endless moments. At length, when the afterglow had begun to pale and the storm of erotic sensation had abated slightly, Jack Morris withdrew from her, sliding his rapidly deflating penis out of her wet vaginal sheath, rocking back on his haunches and exhaling a great sigh of mingled contentment and exhaustion.
Sally Porter lay on the verge of unconsciousness, about to slip into the realm of dreams once more. So powerful had been the sexual experience, so overwhelming, that she felt on the brink of fainting, and lay still deliberately waiting for the moment of reeling conf usion to pass her by. She watched drowsily as Jack Morris sluggishly dressed himself once more, and she had the presence of mind to do the same, pulling her bra loosely into place and fastening several buttons on her filmy blouse, tugging her skirt down to cover her saturated loins. Then, with a sigh of total sexual exhaustion, she sank back upon the sand once more, already deeply asleep as her head came to rest on the cool, moist ground.
In her dreams, Sally was once more in the arms of her faceless mystery lover, already mentally reliving what her spent body was much too tired to experience physically. She never saw young Jack Morris retreat to his place beside the shrinking camp fire, so lost was she in the erotic reverie of her own tight little dream world. She slept soundly, happy and at peace.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was their fifth morning on the island, and Sally was surprised that time seemed to be passing so swiftly. She had always suspected that in such a bizarre situation the moments would drag like hours, the days slip slowly by like endless years of torment, but now she found that quite the reverse was actually true. They were constantly busy, so caught up in the day-today business of survival, that dawns and dusks seemed to merge almost magically, and in no time at all they would have been marooned there on the jungle island for a full week.
Sally participated freely in the jungle hunts and gathering expeditions which put food in their pot, and she found to her own considerable amazement that she was becoming rather proficient as a provider. She never came back now without some sort of delicious fruit or vegetable from the forest, and on one occasion she had joined with Jennifer and the ship's mate, Jason White, in the capture of a plump little suckling pig.
Jason and Jennie were together almost constantly now, and from what Sally was able to tell, their sexual activities had greatly increased in frequency. Sally was no longer jealous of her longtime friend, and she no longer felt as if she was the shy little virgin standing lost in Jennifer's curvaceous and womanly shadow. Not anymore.
Not that Sally had been enjoying the same sort of unplanned sexual vacation which Jennie had lately been experiencing with Jason. On the contrary, since their second day on the island, when both Captain Pierce and Jack Morris forced their cocks and their attentions upon her, no man from the little company had attempted to come near her.
Sally was at a loss to explain the situation. She sometimes lay awake and wondered whether the two men shied clear of her now because they were uncertain of her reaction to their earlier advances, or because she had done something sexually to displease them.
No, on second thought, she knew that it was nothing which she had done wrong. Nothing about the act of fucking itself. Oh sure, she was a novice at it, an inexperienced beginner, but in spite of all that she instinctively knew, from her own feelings and from those which the two men had evidenced while their organs plowed into her cunt, that she had done everything quite well indeed.
No, she finally decided, it simply had to be the fact that she, as an individual, was an unknown quantity, and the men did not know what to expect from her in the realm of a normal sexual relationship.
At that point in her rationalizations, a little warning voice would chime in from the back of her mind, reminding her that she did not really want them to know her that well, or to feel so comfortable with her that they could approach her at any hour of the day or night simply to sate their lusts. She was not that kind of girl, not by a long shot, and she was more than a little dis turbed with herself when she found herself feeling hurt that the two rapists had finally left her alone.
In the end, however, her newfound freedom usually won out, with a louder, stronger mental voice overpowering the tones of conscience, reminding Sally that they were no longer at home, in the safe, secure world of Los Angeles, with a policeman on every corner and a lock on the door. There was no one here to tell her how to think, no parents, teachers and judges to enforce their iron wills onto her virgin mind, to mold her into a graven image of themselves.
With that new voice came renewed feelings of freedom, and it was then that Sally most regretted her immediate sexual solitude, if only for fleeting seconds. Once, still half asleep on a lovely warm island-morning, she had idly contemplated asking Jack Morris to come to her that night, or that very moment, and to plow his long hard cock up into her hungry, yearning little cunt, but in the end the voice of reason overcame her wild temptation, bringing with it a hot blush of shame.
.Sally Porter felt heat of a different sort that day. The sun was high and hot, already moving on toward a scorching afternoon. Sally had gathered a respectable number of large, ripe melons for the noonday meal, and she did not feel much like exerting herself further in the sapping, draining heat of the tropical forest. She would come out again, later, in the pre-dusk hours of early evening, to help with the hunting and scavenging for supper, but at that moment she was determined to return to camp and to shade, to rest beside the cool sea and relax.
Slowly, laboring under the weight of the food she carried, Sally began making her way back to camp. She followed the winding game trail with an expert's eye, surprising herself with how quickly she had learned to read the signs and spoor of the forest. She could already pick out a number of wild animal tracks on sight, and tell from the tracks themselves whether the animal was edible or not, and whether or not it was too swift or too dangerous to track and capture.
In accordance with the increasing heat of the day and the season, every member of the little community had made certain adjustments in their clothing to fit the situation. Sally Porter no longer wore a brassiere at all, having found that the elastic chafed and cut at her skin, gathering perspiration in the tropic heat and threatening to produce an ugly and uncomfortable rash. Likewise, she had long ago rid herself of her ruined pantyhose, and while she continued to wear panties beneath her short skirt, she admitted to herself that the tattered little garments were more a concession to habit than necessity, since they now were frayed and tearing, covering nothing at all and barely staying up by themselves.
Primarily, Sally was dressed then, in a blouse, skirt and shoes, though she more frequently went barefoot now, especially on the beach. Her full, ripe breasts swung and bobbled freely within her silky blouse, nipples budding and thrusting against the cloth when a chance breeze caused them to pucker with slight chills. More than once she had caught the various men in the camp staring at her large unfettered tits, but still, to her mingled surprise and mounting disappointment, they did nothing about it.
Sally reached a broad clearing in the green forest and glanced up at the sky. Since their arrival on the island, she had also learned how to estimate the time of day by the position of the sun, and she now guessed that it must be sometime between noon and one o'clock. Tired and hot, knowing that the late-rising members of the camp were still digesting breakfast or hunting for food and would not expect their lunch for several hours, she decided to pause for some personal refreshment and relaxation.
On their third day on the island Captain Pierce had discovered a sparkling little lake set back about a hundred yards from the beach. The pool was at the foot of a rocky hill, and from somewhere in the heart of that hill flowed a spring of clear water, cascading down the stone face to spill into the reflecting pond, a sparkling, natural waterfall.
It also served delightfully as a natural shower, and since the Captain discovered that spot, the men and women had taken turns using the pond and waterfall for swimming and bathing purposes. Without proper swimming gear, they went into the cool waters totally nude, and from time to time it gave Sally a little chill of sinful delight and anticipation to imagine one or more of the men lurking in the forest around the pond, watching, their long cocks glistening hard and red with excitement as they watched the naked women laughing and sporting in the water.
Today, Sally surmised, she should have the pond and waterfall all to herself. The others should either be working on chores around the camp or else out hunting as she was herself. Yes, she reflected, it would be the ideal time for a clandestine swim, a little skinny-dip to refresh and revitalize her before the hike back to camp with her melons and the hot chore of helping to prepare the second meal of the day.
Sally changed course, homing in on the pond and waterfall by instinct, moving through the silent greenery of the jungle like some sleek, well-fed beast of prey. If she had stopped to think about it, she might have been astounded at how quietly she moved through that leafy maze, without any of the "civilized" crashing and bungling about that had marked her first excursions into the forest. She was, it seemed, almost becoming an integral part of the island and its wild life style, reverting somehow, slipping backward to a state that was both more primitive, and yet, somehow, also more natural, less filled with hang-ups and civilized pretensions.
None of this actually passed through Sally Porter's mind at a conscious level as she moved swiftly and quietly through the forest. She thought of nothing but the pond's cool waters now, and the cascading white brilliance of the waterfall with its hissing roar of sound. It seemed that she could almost feel the cold water on her flesh already, sliding like liquid velvet across her skin and calming her, soothing her into a semi-conscious state of total, unadulterated relaxation and peace.
So thinking, Sally walked more briskly, covering the ground that lay between her and the swimming hole almost before she was aware of her own great progress. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she could actually hear the hissing roar of the waterfall, only a short distance ahead of her through the trees.
Sally moved more quickly, anxious now to plunge beneath the cool green surface of the water. As she walked, one hand rose to the tiny buttons of her filmy blouse, unfastening them until her blouse hung open, revealing the firm inner swell of her milky breasts, ready to be shrugged off and tossed aside before she sprang into the pool.
Abruptly, with the pond and waterfall just on the other side of a thin screen of shrubbery and vines, Sally paused, listening. A strange sound had come to her ears, alerting her, making her stop in her tracks and stand there, quiveringly alert, her blouse billowing away from her ripe young tits in the faint forest breeze. The sound which she thought she had heard was strange to that location, and bore no relation to the natural rushing splash of the waterfall as it cascaded into the pool below.
Sally Porter had heard the sound of human voices. Happy voices, to be sure, raised in shouts and gay laughter, wafting to the treetops with their unmistakable message of joy and relaxation. As the young woman moved still closer, one ear cocked and listening intently, she discerned both male and female voices emanating from the pool, drifting to her ears airily on the forest breeze.
Sally's brow furrowed in curiosity. This was wrong somehow. The men and women did not go swimming or bathing together-at least, they never had yet. No one had any bathing suits with them on the island, and if they were all in the water together, then they must either be swimming in their clothes or else ... or else....
She moved still closer, until only the bole of a palm tree blocked the pool and waterfall from her sight. Now there was no doubt about it ... she had heard both a male and a female voice there, coming from the direction of the pond. She recognized them now, and that instant of recognition swept away all doubts and questions about why the unspoken rule of sexual segregation was not being observed on this occasion.
The voices belonged to businessman Bart Williams and his sexy, curvaceous secretary, Mollie Curtis. Sally felt an immediate flush of shame rising to her cheeks as she listened to their gay voices. The image of her voyeuristic spying at their port hole during the last moments of the Orion came unbidden to her mind, and she had already begun to turn away, determined not to relive that sordid scene, when the sound of Mollie's lust-thrilled voice caught and held her attention.
"Oh, Bart," the young woman was saying, somewhat breathlessly, "that feels so wonderful. It's like nothing I've ever felt before!! Don't stop!! Please don't stop!!!"
Intrigued and mystified, Sally Porter felt in her heart that she could not leave without trying to learn what new thrill Bart Williams was inflicting upon his secretary. Cautiously, forgetting to button her sagging blouse around the proud swell of her unfettered tits, Sally moved around the bole of the big palm tree, shifting her position until the pool and the people who occupied it were within her line of sight.
Mollie Curtis lay on her back in the water, arms outstretched and clutching a big rock at poolside, her naked legs floating out in front of her and shimmering through a thin veil of water. Bart Williams, also completely nude, stood between her slightly legs, shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his submerged feet as the current of the pond gripped and swayed him. Sally could see that the blunt head of his rigid cock was nestling and nudging insistently against the down triangle of Mollie's pussy, just beneath the sparkling surface of the pool water. His hands, meanwhile, seemed to float over the twin bobbling orbs of her tits, circling slowly as they massaged and caressed those tingling orbs, teasing the ruby nipples into quivering erection.
Sally drew in a deep breath, enraptured by the sight as it was being enacted before her stunned eyes. All thought of shame and embarrassment, of her earlier experience on board the Orion, was suddenly and completely swept away. She simply had to see more of what Williams was doing to his secretary, and to that end she shifted position again, moving farther out from the protecting cover of the tree trunk. Almost before she knew it, she was standing on the rocky rim of the swimming hole, staring in unabashed curiosity at the naked couple bobbing in the clear water.
Mollie Curtis was so caught up in the attentions her cunt was receiving from Bart Williams's hands and penis, that she did not even notice Sally approaching in a trance-like state. The lustful businessman had better self control, however, and he also happened to be facing partially in the direction from which young Sally Porter was approaching. He noticed some sort of movement from the corner of his eye, turning slightly in her direction, and by the time she stepped completely out from behind the cover of that palm tree, he was facing her, a sly little smile already playing across his ruddy features.
"Well, well," he chuckled lewdly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. "What have we here?"
Williams stepped back slightly from Mollie's splayed thighs, and Sally could plainly see the purple tip of his cock bobbing above the crystal surface of the pool water, like the periscope of some terribly erotic submarine. An expression of frustration and disappointment passed over the naked woman's face, and Mollie's voice rose in an almost sobbing whine above the sound of the roaring waterfall as she sought to find out why her lover had changed his tactics so suddenly.
"Ba-Bart," she stammered breathlessly, "What are you doing, baby? Why did you stop? It felt so good?"
"Relax, hon," he grinned at her. "We've got company, that's all."
Shocked, Mollie Curtis swiveled about in the water, bringing one slender arm up to cover her wobbling tits. But as she saw and recognized Sally Porter, and her leering eyes took in the state of nearundress in which Sally had approached them, a smile crossed her face as well, turning her countenance into a grinning mask of lustful intent.
Sally Porter blushed furiously, realizing for the first time that the two naked people there in the pond had focused their full attention upon her. She began to tremble, fearful of what their reaction might be now that they had actually caught her spying upon them in their most intimate moments, but her fear began to pass quickly as she watched the nude lovers exchange glances, their smiles broadening as their eyes came quickly back to her.
Sally followed the paths of their eyes with her own, and her blush of embarrassment deepened as she glanced down at her own near-nudity. Her blouse was hanging wide open, exposing the firm swell of her naked tits now almost to the rosy pink flesh of her tremblingly erect nipples. With a tiny gasp, Sally snatched the front of her blouse shut, covering her breasts in such a way that the silken material was stretched tight across the fleshy orbs, further accentuating the thrusting hardness of her nipples.
"I ... I ... I'm sorry," she began, stuttering with nervousness and suppressed tension. "I didn't mean to...."
"There, there," Bart Williams boomed, his voice loud and yet, strangely, somehow comforting as well. "Nothing for you to be sorry about, is there Mollie?"
"I'll say not," the luscious secretary confirmed, avidly nodding as she spoke. Sally was sure that she detected a note of something other than mere courtesy beneath the obvious tone of the other woman's voice. It sounded remarkably like the husky tones of a lusting woman, a woman in heat. Sally's blush deepened.
"Well, I guess I'll just be going now," Sally muttered, beginning to turn away from the pond.
"Not so fast, baby," Bart Williams hailed her, and in one fluid motion he was climbing out of the pond, water streaming from his muscular naked body in glistening rivulets.
Sally tried to turn her eyes away from the spectacle of William's naked body as he drew himself up to his full height beside her, but she found her gaze drawn irresistibly to the swells and hollows of his muscular physique, In spite of the flush which rose in her cheeks, she found that she could not keep her eyes away from the long graceful line of his cock, starting to droop slightly now, but still semi-erect and glistening with the residue of pool water. A little shuddering sigh escaped from Sally, and she unconsciously released the front of her blouse, allowing the garment to fall open again.
"Why don't you relax and join us, Sally?" the nude businessman asked, slipping an almost comradely arm around her slender shoulders and tugging her against his side.
She looked up into his smiling face, another little shudder wracking her body.
"Yes, please do," Mollie Curtis chimed in from her place in the swimming pond. "A third person always makes the game so much more ... interesting." She stressed the final word, her tone definitely seductive now, her smile almost a leer.
Bart Williams tightened his arm around Sally's shoulders, at the same time bringing his free hand up to toy idly with the gaping front of her loosely hanging blouse. As Sally stood trembling, undecided as to whether or not she dared to join their lascivious "games," Williams flicked back one side of her blouse, fully exposing the plump hemisphere of one naked breast, surmounted by the quivering bud of a semi-erect nipple.
His hand cupped the swell of that nude tit, gently circling and massaging the pliant flesh while Sally moaned and squirmed ineffectually in his grip. Her little cherry nipple spiked out into the coarse center of his palm, his circling, rotating massage sending out electric little jolts of pleasure from that stiffening pleasure node.
Mollie Curtis was clambering out of the pond now, and moving swiftly to stand at Sally's other side. Sally's eyes followed the nude woman as she jogged closer, riveted on the seductive sway of her naked tits and the beads of moisture glistening in the dark triangular forest of her pubic hair. And then Mollie was beside her, long fingers plucking at the other side of her blouse, fully revealing her ripe young tits now as she helped Bart Williams strip the filmy garment down and off of Sally's unresisting arms.
A little moan of anticipation escaped from Sally's suddenly dry throat as Bart Williams and his lovely naked secretary went rapidly about the business of stripping her. Her blouse was rapidly tossed aside, and then Mollie was kneeling at Sally's left side, fingers busily attacking the fastening of the blond girl's short, tight skirt.
Sally trembled almost uncontrollably as Mollie found the button and zipper which held her skirt tightly in place, deftly unfastening them and sliding the snug garment downward over her full hips and along the trim columns of her thighs and claves. The skirt lay in a puddle of fabric around Sally's ankles, and the tremulous blond girl had no strength to resist as Mollie manually lifted first one of her feet and then the other, finally whisking the skirt away and depositing it in a rumpled heap on top of Sally's blouse.
The blond young woman was clad now no only in the tattered remains of her clinging little bikini panties. Bart Williams and his lascivious secretary chuckled at the sight of those torn, flimsy underthings, serving as they did to accentuate and reveal more of Sally's loins and ass than they concealed. At last, with an impatient little sigh, Mollie Curtis reached up and snagged her fingernails in the elastic waistband of Sally's panties, hauling the remnants of them down the young woman's legs with a sharp, business-like tug.
Sally Porter was completely naked now in the presence of those two virtual strangers, and she shivered violently as a cool breeze wafted at her from across the rippling waters of the pond, raising gooseflesh all over her body with its airy caress.
How can I have let this happen! she asked herself silently, her fair brow knit with lines of worry as she wondered what the lecherous couple had in store for her next. It seemed all too plain that they meant to involve her in some sordid sort of three-way sexual activity, and Sally flushed bright red with shame as she suddenly found the idea was not totally appalling to her. In fact, the more she thought of feeling her own nudity pressed close against Bart Williams, the better she liked it!
But what about Mollie Curtis in that arrangement? Sally had no idea, in her naivete, what role the other woman could play in their activities, and in her innocence she had not even considered the possibility, however slight, of some lesbian involvement. She began to realize slightly what an immature child she was being when Mollie Curtis, rather than Bart Williams himself, was the first to reach out her hands and stroke Sally's newly naked flesh.
Sally cringed at the touch of Mollie's feathery fingertips upon the soft, downy flesh of her stomach, backing away as if to escape some horrible fate worse than death. Her movements only forced her tighter against Bart Williams, however, and she now plainly felt the pressure of his rigid cock against the soft flesh of her naked hip, pressing firmly and demandingly against her as she squirmed toward him. For a fleeting second she felt relief and gratification that his cock had resumed its erect stature, after its flagging limpness of moments earlier.
Sally had no time to contemplate the arousing effect she had upon Bart Williams, however, for she was too busy reacting to the lecherous advances of Williams's lustful secretary. Mollie Curtis still knelt in front of Sally, the warm pendulums of her tits swaying against Sally's taut thighs so that the rigid nipples tickled and chafed her flesh. There was something oddly arousing about that touch, and Sally felt unwanted little jolts of electrifying arousal racing their way from the contact zone of her thighs to the secret pit of her now-naked pussy.
Mollie's hands were by no means idle. Her fingertips played lightly, almost teasingly, across the soft flesh of Sally's lower abdomen, skirting the downy triangle of her golden pubic curls. Slowly, cuatiously, those searching digits in-fringed upon Sally's pussy hair, homing inexorably upon the pink little slit of her pouting nether lips where they nestled at the exact junction of belly and tanned thighs. Sally was mentally repulsed by the idea of a woman touching her intimately there, on her cunt, but at the same time she felt the mental alarm bells dimming, receding, as she realized that there might indeed be considerable pleasure to be had in simply letting Mollie Curtis have what she seemed to desire so badly.
In that moment, between iron resistance and total unblushing surrender, another veil of mock civilization slipped away from the eyes of young Sally Porter. She realized with a sudden rush of enlightenment that there was nothing inherently wrong or unclean about Mollie Curtis, and that her momentary giving in to the pleasures which that moment offered would not soil her, or change her life, except, possibly, for the better.
All those rationalizations passed through Sally's mind and away in the twinkling of an eye. Before she was even really aware of her own decision in the matter, Mollie's probing hands had taken things out of her hands, transported matters beyond the mental sphere to another plane, a plane of pure physical need and ancient animal instinct.
Sally gasped and stiffened as the beautiful secretary's probing digits made their first tentative contact with her outer cuntal lips. Her entire lower body was immediately wrapped in invisible flames, and a long shuddering sigh escaped from her dry throat as Mollie began to stroke and caress her cunt with rhythmic regularity. Sally's knees sagged, and she felt that she would surely collapse at any moment, tumbling both herself and Mollie onto the ground.
Sally was rescued from falling by the big, strong hands of Bart Williams. His hands slipped deftly around her ribs, sliding under her trembling arms to capture one of her ripe young tits in each big palm. His hands were gentle but firm, comforting somehow in spite of their obvious lustful intent as they milked and massaged her now-tingling mammary orbs. Sally felt her little cherry nipples lengthening further, spiking into the man's palms like twin bullets, chafing against his hands and burning with a fierce erotic heat as he stroked and massaged them to the point of madness.
Sally Porter was thus held upright, sagging like some kind of life-size rag doll as Bart Williams maintained his firm grasp on her swollen breasts. Meanwhile, Mollie Curtis was busy manipulating the young woman's slender legs, spreading them easily apart now that Sally seemed to have lost all muscular control of her own. Quickly Sally pried those luscious tan thighs wider apart, fully revealing the narrow slit of Sally's little pussy to her hands and eyes, craning her neck forward, moving her face ever closer as she sought a better view of that pert nether mouth.
Sally had slipped almost to the verge of unconsciousness, lulled there by the rhythmic stroking of her flesh above and below. Now her eyes popped wide open, her mouth forming a perfect circle of shock, her body stiffening as she felt a wet, hot, unfamiliar touch upon the labia of her tight little pussy. She began to struggle in Bart's grasp, craning her own neck now as she looked desperately downward to see what was happening to her loins.
What she saw there stunned and horrified her.
Mollie Curtis, the poised and sophisticated secretary of businessman Bart Williams, was licking and sucking at the pink outer lips of Sally Porter's once-virginal young cunt!!
The secretary's own lips were plastered tightly against Sally's loins, her pert little nose almost lost in the tight curls of Sally's honey blond pubic hair. A low, rumbling groan of mingled shame and horror ripped from Sally's throat as she watched Mollie's jaws and lips working avidly against her secret genital flesh, and then felt the tingling sensations that oral assault inspired, as if through some process of delayed reaction.
Sally would certainly have collapsed had Bart Williams not been clinging with both big hands to the firm, vibrant orbs of her excited breasts. Her knees seemed to have turned to water, and there was suddenly a rushing, roaring sound in her ears which had nothing whatever to do with the nearness of the jungle waterfall. Sally's entire lower torso seemed to be enveloped in raging, licking flames of perverted passion, all centered in the tingling, orally stimulated little slit of her cunt.
Mollie Curtis rolled her eyes upward to gauge Sally's reaction, apparently satisfied with the expression of near-swooning lust and confusion which she found on the young blond's ruddy face. She kept her eyes glued to Mollie's countenance, and then she curled her long pink tongue out experimentally, flicking the hot tip along the slit of Sally's aroused little twat. She traced the outline of those moist nether lips, sliding her tongue from one end of the younger woman's pussy to the other.
Sally moaned again, at the same moment that her full young hips jerked spasmodically forward, her pelvis moving as if with a mind of its own to bring her cunt into closer conjunction with Mollie's pleasure-giving mouth r Both Mollie and Bart Williams noted the unconscious gesture of impending surrender, and they exchanged brief little grins of triumph before resuming their various assaults upon the young blond woman's weakening body.
Young Sally Porter was now almost totally lost in a reeling fantasy dream world which revolved around the twin epicenters of her manhandled breasts and her tiny little cunt, where Mollie Curtis' mouth was avidly at work. She could actually feel the warmth and texture of the other woman's tongue as it played across her silky genital flesh, teasing and probing along the narrow line of her tight vaginal slit.
Mollie brought her hands into play, using the tips of her long, slender fingers to gently and deftly separate the outer lips of Sally's pussy and reveal the moist coralline flesh within to her hands and tongue. Another excited gasp was ripped from Sally's throat at that jarring, electrifying contact, and it felt as if her entire torso was about to explode into a series of violent, erotic convulsions at any second.
Mollie ran her long tongue softly and expertly along the furrow of Sally's cringing vagina, swirling about the little rubbery mouth of her cuntal channel itself before sweeping on to flick and tease at the tingling bud of her reddened little clitoris. Sally had the vague notion that such oral expertise could only have come with long practice, but she pushed the thought from her mind, able now to concentrate only on the inciteful sensations which the licking and sucking of her juicy little twat were inspiring.
Sally sobbed raggedly, twisting and flailing her head from side to side as Mollie's tongue made sport of her most secret genital flesh, taunting and laving that pink meat into a state of frenzied desire. Suddenly, without preamble or warning, Mollie curled her long tongue into a hot, rigid shaft, and thrust her face forward, stabbing it directly into the eye of Sally's winking little vagina.
The blond young woman's body stiffened into instant rigidity her back arching spasmodically. The action ground her hard little nipples mercilessly into Bart's palms and forced her steamy little cunt tight against Mollie's mouth, serving to further impale Sally's cunt on the miniature ramrod of the other woman's tongue. Silent pinwheels of colored light exploded inside her skull, dizzying her and setting her young mind awhirl.
Mollie lapped and sucked greedily now at Sally Porter's wet and dripping cunt, like a woman who has been lost in the desert for days and just discovered a fountain of clean, clear water. She was insatiable, and so was Sally, now that she had become accustomed to the dazzling sensations of f eeling another female's mouth attached greedily to her palpitating cunt.
Sally felt herself trembling on the very brink of orgasm, a state of excitement heightened by the almost brutal grasp which Bart Williams maintained upon her burning little nipple buds. All of those diverse stimulations were rapidly combining to plunge her headlong into the bottomless abyss of total ecstasy.
Groping madly behind her, as if to support herself although she was in no danger whatsoever of falling, Sally brought her hands to rest on the rigid pole of Bart Williams' penis. An instant thrill raced through her body as she actually took the initiative, grasping a man's cock with her young hands for the first time, sliding her smooth palms along the pulsing length of that fleshy rod and evoking from him the same sort of moaning cries which she herself had been issuing all along.
Bart responded to her sudden fondling of his rigid cock by humping that stiff organ tighter against the soft flesh of her lower back, nudging his blunt purple glans into the soft cup formed by one of her trembling palms. Sally could plainly feel the slick wetness of his pre-ejaculate fluid, oozing from the single cyclopic eye of his cockhead as he rutted that powerful organ against her receptive palm.
The sensation of Bart's cock sliding in and out of her rapidly moistening hand seemed to drive Sally Porter insane with mounting passion. Her breathing rapidly increased in tempo, and she could almost feel a feverish pulse pounding in her veins as she twisted and writhed against him. All the while, her lower body was consumed with the fiery sensations which Mollie Curtis' mouth was setting off in her juicy little cunt, and the hot tendrils of desire were flaring upward across her heaving abdomen.
Tiny bursting colored lights seemed to be swimming in front of Sally's eyes now, and she knew that in a matter of moments, perhaps seconds, she would be swept downstream in the flood of dizzying, mind-boggling orgasmic sensation. She tensed every muscle in her ripe young body, tightening her frantic grip on Bart's penis and hunching her pelvis forward so that her cunt was forced ever more tightly against the luscious nude secretary's avidly working mouth and tongue.
Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis were not going to let Sally off quite so easily, however. Some unspoken signal seemed to pass between them in that instant, and with highly coordinated movements they withdrew their multiple stimulation from Sally's tingling erogenous zones. Bart removed his palms and fingers from the burning orbs of her tits, shifting his hips at the same time so that his penis was slipped deftly out of her hands. At the same time, Mollie Curtis rocked back on her shapely haunches, withdrawing her glistening, dripping lips from the steamy fountain of Sally's urgently yearning cunt.
An expression of pained frustration passed over the young blond's face, but before she could give voice to her disappointment or ask what her lecherous tormentors had in mind for her, she felt herself being lifted bodily off the ground. Bart Williams was supporting most of her weight now with his big hands thrust beneath her armpits, and Mollie was doing her share by grasping Sally's ankles and swinging them upward off the ground. Between them, they lifted her easily, and then lowered her swiftly to a prone position on the soft poolside earth, facing up toward the blue sky and green treetops.
Sally Porter looked rapidly, anxiously, from side to side, noting the lustful grins which both of her naked captors wore. They were positioning themselves beside her now, taking the stations they would maintain throughout the lusty little drama which they planned to enact with her body as the centerpiece.
Bart Williams knelt between Sally's splayed thighs, using his big, powerful hands to further spread her limp and unresisting legs. Now he crouched between those legs, the rigid pole of his prick wavering over her lightly furred cuntal plain like an executioner's sword poised over the sacrificial victim.
Mollie Curtis, meanwhile, had risen to her feet, and moved to a position directly beside Sally's face. Now, to the young blond's immediate confusion, the curvaceous nude secretary stepped over Sally's head with one foot, standing there for a long moment and looking down at her where she lay. Sally was treated to a perfect unobstructed view of Mollie Curtis' pink cuntal lips, seeming to smile and wink at her from amid the soft dark curls of her moist pubic hair.
Before Sally could gather her wits and determine what the older woman had in mind, Mollie herself resolved the dilemma, suddenly dropping to a crouching position, bringing the succulent valley of her cunt down to within three inches of Sally Porter's startled face. The young blond could plainly see every swell and wrinkle of Mollie's ripe genitals, and the heady feminine aroma of that pussy wafted to her nostrils, threatening to make her swoon from the conflicting images and emotions which it conjured up inside her.
Sally was shocked as she realized what Mollie Curtis wanted and expected from her. Mollie had sucked and licked Sally's pussy, and now she apparently expected the young blond to return the favor. Sally cringed away from Mollie's steamy pussy, at once both excited and repelled by the idea of those pouting nether lips pressing ever closer to her face. And yet, she could at that moment think of no logical reason ... moral or physical ... why she should not cooperate in the act of oral fucking which Mollie so clearly desired. Hadn't Mollie done the very same for her, only moments earlier? And hadn't Sally accepted those attentions gratefully, loving every second of it?
Sally had little time to reflect on the right or wrong of what Mollie Curtis wanted her to do next, for at that very moment a new set of feelings and emotions burst upon her, demanding equal time from her attentions. Her entire body stiffened and quivered as Bart Williams suddenly brought the broad purple glans of his penis into tingling, burning contact with the tight little slit of her cunt.
Sally twisted her head, peering down her body beneath the smooth arch of Mollie Curtis' thighs. She could see little of Williams from that position, but she did have an unobstructed view of his hands and penis as he attacked the little slit of her pussy with real gusto. She could hear the wheezing growl of his excited breathing as he taunted and inflamed her genitals with the probing magic wand of his prick.
Sally felt the last remnants of her control slipping away as Bart Williams wrung jolts of electrifying emotion from her inexperienced little pussy. She knew in the back of her mind that all of this was somehow dreadfully wrong, but at the conscious level she was unable to accept the theory that anything so seemingly natural and obviously pleasant could be sinful in any way whatsoever.
Bart was working his cock along the slit of Sally's cunt all the more rapidly now, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand to give his glans greater access to the wet coralline flesh nestled inside. At the same time, Mollie Curtis began rotating her hips in a slow circular motion, raising and lowering them at the same time, so that her splayed pussy was brought into even closer conjunction with Sally's breathlessly parted young lips.
Sally gasped, stunned and excited all at once, as the furry lips of Mollie's cunt made sudden tingling contact with her panting mouth. In almost defensive reaction, Sally's pink little tongue tip flicked out, almost as if to push that steamy obstruction away and allow her to breathe more freely. The end result was something else entirely, however.
Mollie Curtis groaned aloud, arching her back, her tits thrusting proudly ahead, as she ground her hips ever lower, tighter against Sally's curiously questing tongue. Electric jolts of erotic pleasure coursed upward along her trembling torso, and a shuddering sigh escaped from her suddenly taut throat as she realized that Sally was hooked, and that the young blond would be very shortly supplying the oral love which she craved. She could feel her own feminine secretions flowing more freely, and the internal muscles of her cunt were gripped by little spasmodic convulsions of passion, previews of the orgasmic explosion which she so badly needed and desired.
Bart Williams had no intention of being left behind in the little three-way drama of lust which he himself had initiated. He shifted the angle of his hips, bringing the blunt head of his surging cock into alignment with the clasping little mouth of Sally's almost virginal snatch. He probed that vaginal mouth with his prick, gritting his teeth and grimacing in pleasure/pain as the rubbery muscles of her cuntal channel resisted tenaciously, unconsciously fighting his penile invasion of her tight little belly.
The resistance did not last for long, however, for by now Sally was so caught up in the thrills of the moment that her entire body began to quiver and shake, tightening and relaxing by degrees, quivering from head to toe as she allowed herself to slip inexorably toward the brink of sexual climax. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, but her clawed fingers had risen instinctively to capture the tight half-moons of Mollie's ass cheeks, drawing the other woman's loins closer to her face as she put her lips and tongue into action with a new ferocity of will and determination.
Sally suffered a moment of shock and stunned surprise as Bart suddenly thrust his hips forward, half-burying his cock in the hot, clinging channel of her pussy. He paused for a single heartbeat, then finished the task, hilting his organ in her belly with one powerful skewering thrust.
Sally's body arched upward from the moist ground, inadevertently forcing her cunt tighter against the man's loins and further impaling herself on his pulsating cock. At the same time, her reflexive action buried her own tongue and teeth deeply into the resilient flesh of Mollie Curtis's pussy, causing the other woman to cry aloud with desire as she ground her hips frantically, almost hysterically downward. Slowly, cautiously at first but then with mounting abandon, Sally allowed her entire body to pick up a natural-feeling fucking tempo, her face and loins seesawing back and forth, up and down, to give and receive the utmost stimulation to and from her dual lovers.
All three members of the lusty little menage a trois were rapidly approaching their individual and mutual orgasmic explosions. Bart Williams could feel his own semen roiling and stirring in the tightening cauldron of his balls, and the two women were tossing and writhing like gyroscopes, giving vent to ever louder cries as they gradually whipped themselves and each other to the heights of sexual frenzy.
There was no turning back from that point, not for any of them. Bart Williams pounded his long cock unmercifully into the juicy, receptive chamber of Sally's tight little pussy. His heavy testicles swung forward like a fleshy pendulum on each inward stroke, smacking against the taut hemispheres of Sally's ass cheeks with a resounding whackl The beating sounds, and the accompanying slurping noises produced by his thick cock as it reamed in and out of Sally's tight vagina, were oddly fitting in that setting, almost like a musical score for an obscene and pornographic motion picture.
Other sounds were issuing from the region where Sally's mouth made burning, feverish contact with Mollie Curtis' cunt ... loud, lapping and sucking sounds, much like the sounds of Bart's uninhibited fucking, and yet strangely different at the same time. They were all alike in one respect, however, they were the natural sounds of lusty, unadulterated animal passion, freely given and freely enjoyed in the way which nature intended, without restrictions or inhibitions, with no artificial codes and mores standing in the way.
Bart Williams came first, no longer able to restrain the burning sensations blossoming in his tightly clenched nuts. A strangled little gasp wheezed from between his clenched teeth as he felt the flood of his blazing sperm race the length of his spasming penis and erupt inside Sally's cunt with great creamy gouts of milky white jism, blanketing the inside of her pussy.
Sally's own orgasm was not far behind Bart's and she felt it coming upon her like a runaway express train even while the businessman's penis was still spouting its cream deep inside her belly. She moaned her pleasure aloud, the sound transmitting itself in shivery shock waves to the moist and churning flesh of Mollie Curtis' excited pussy. Mollie in turn felt her own climax bursting around her, sending her off on a seemingly endless mental flight from which there was no coming down, merely an unending spiral of passion and erotic sensation, a rainbow ride of dizzying, fantastic intensity.
Their voices mingled there beside the swimming pond, for one long moment eclipsing the roar of the nearby waterfall as it cascaded into the pool. Those passionate voices rose and entertwined, wafting away on the early afternoon breeze to disperse among the golden-green treetops of the rain forest.
Bart Williams crouched there, hunched over Sally with his cock buried deep in her cunt, for moments that seemed to go on forever. At last, when the sucking, milking action of her cuntal muscles had ceased, and his penis had begun to drain and deflate gradually, he rocked back on his haunches, drawing his shriveled organ from her body with a soft, seductive plopping sound.
The women were not so quick to disengage from one another. Mollie Curtis was still trembling as if she were caught in the midst of an epileptic seizure, and it took endless moments for her to begin calming down, unwinding and loosening up, relaxing at long last in order to rise from her lustful crouch above Sally's face.
The blond young woman, for her part, was none too eager to have Mollie's cunt withdrawn from her, and she clung to the older woman's hips for long seconds after Mollie was ready to leave, drinking deeply of the life-giving fluids which dripped and flowed from Mollie's loins.
Finally, when they had all pried themselves apart and lain for long moments in peaceful silence on the grass beside the pool, the idea of a refreshing swim seemed to grip them simultaneously, without spoken signals. As if on cue, they rose to their feet and plunged headlong into the cool green water, laughing and splashing together like children, making up water games as they went along, totally unashamed of their mutual nudity and the lusty three-way sex in which they had so recently engaged. For the first time in her relatively short life, Sally Porter felt really and truly free.
The afternoon sun shone down on them all, flittering off the surface of the water like liquid gold.
CHAPTER FIVE
After their encounter at the swimming pond, Sally, Mollie Curtis and Bart Williams made it almost a ritual to go food hunting and gathering together, and more often than not their daily excursions ended at the swimming pond, or at some equally shady and secluded spot in the forest where they could undress, relax and enjoy each other without restraint. Sally found herself becoming more uninhibited by the day, and in only one respect did she consider herself the least bit prudish.
Twice in their recent three-way encounters, Sally had seen Bart Williams inserting his cock with apparent glee in the clinging little rear channel of Mollie's rectum. The luscious secretary also seemed to derive great pleasure from the act, but on the one occasion when Bart had tried it with Sally, the young blond had refused him sternly, unable to suppress her fear of pain and the inbred idea that such action were somehow inherently unnatural and perverted. Williams had not pressed the issue, preferring to let Sally enjoy their sex together in the ways she felt most comfortable with.
Their fourteenth day on the jungle island, the second weekly "anniversary" of the tragic shipwreck, was hot and muggy. Returning from their obligatory search for food, Sally and her two lovers decided to bypass their usual liaison in the jungle and go directly back to the beachfront camp, since the climate along the beach was kept considerably cooler by the nearness of the sea. They walked more slowly than usual through the forests, conserving their strength and talking softly among themselves as they strolled along, bringing home the daily take of melons, other fruit, and another of the turkey-like birds which had become a regular source of protein for the groups.
Sally knew they were drawing closer to the beach as the trees about them began to thin out. Already she imagined that she could hear the voices of their comrades, and from the number of different voices which she could make out, she decided that all the others had decided to return early as well.
When they were within perhaps a hundred feet of the treeline which would delineate beach and forest, Bart Williams put a restraining hand upon each of the women's arms, halting them in their tracks for a moment.
"Hold on," he said softly, pausing with an ear cocked in the direction of the beach. "Something's going on here. Let's take us a little look-see."
Together, and feeling very daring as they crept through the trees like spies on some secret mission, the man and two women neared the breaking-off line of the trees. Cautiously, slowly, they peered through the lush greenery and down onto the white sand ribbon of beach which separated them now from the azure sea.
Something was indeed "going on" at the beach camp, for all the other members of the little community were on hand. Sally quickly counted heads and saw that Captain Pierce and Jason White were there, along with her friend Jennifer Tendall and the two handsome young bachelors, Jack Morris and Tom Waverly. They were all milling around, and at that moment it seemed to Sally that Jennie was the immediate center of attraction for the four men.
After a long moment, in which Bart Williams whistled softly between his clenched teeth, Sally suddenly, jarringly realized what was wrong with the scene spread before her eyes. Of late, she had become so comfortable with her own total freedom in the threesome she had formed with Bart and Mollie, that impromptu nakedness had ceased to affect her. But now, to her considerable dismay, she noticed that Jennifer and all four of the men were stark staring nude!
Sally looked closer, now seeing that Jennie indeed was the center of attention in that nudist gathering. The men had all grouped themselves around her, and she almost seemed to be doing some sort of hypnotic little ritual dance, undulating and slithering for their viewing enjoyment, while they stretched out their hands from time to time to caress, stroke and fondle some favorite part of her curvaceous, writhing anatomy.
Sally admitted to herself that she would not have been at all surprised to find Jennifer naked and alone with Jason White, but she was frankly stunned to find her sporting her charms in front of four naked men, obviously enjoying their lewd attention and manhandling of her tremulous flesh. Bart Williams had no such qualms or hesitations about what he saw, however, and with a lusty shout of "Let's go!" burst through the trees and onto the beach. Sally saw that he was already stripping off his clothing as he ran, practically naked by the time he got within twenty yards of the circling nudist groups.
Sally and Mollie exchanged furtive little glances, Sally looking curious and concerned, the luscious secretary's face wearing a flush of mounting excitement. Sally read the message written there, but before she could utter any word of caution or hesitation, Mollie had followed Bart out of the trees and onto the strip of white sand, her blouse trailing uselessly from one outstretched hand and her pink tits gleaming in the late afternoon sun as she ran.
Sally still hesitated, undecided as to how far her newfound sexual freedom could carry her. So far, she had acquiesced in the lusty little trio with Bart and Mollie, but the scene on the beach was quickly shaping up into an all-out sex orgy. Already Bart Williams had found a place in the trotting, growling circle around Jennifer, and the group of men was dividing, Jack Morris and Tom Waverly now transferring their lecherous attentions to the rapidly stripping Mollie Curtis, who seemed to be enjoying their advances immensely.
Sally moved slowly out of the trees and onto the beach, walking like a woman on the verge of a catatonic state, her bare feet scuffling on the fine sand. She told herself in a sluggish mental voice that she had no intention of joining the others in their debauchery. She would not ... could not ... submit to such group sex, without inhibitions or restraints. It was wrong. Perverted. Unnatural.
All the while she was walking, drawing steadily closer to the two whirling groups of men and women which had now begun to merge and flow together, Jennie and Mollie moving to center stage as the men grappled at them and pulled them down, pawing their naked flesh and tugging them to the earth, clambering over them as each man sought some bodily orifice into which to thrust his rigid cock, thereby venting his lust.
Sally could not believe her stunned eyes. She was standing directly behind Captain Phillip Pierce, watching his naked, sweating back heave as he struggled to pry Mollie's thighs farther apart, remembering what his rigid cock had felt like inside her body, his hot jism blanketing the inside of her womb.
Slowly now, almost unconsciously, certainly without pausing to think through the consequences of her action, Sally found herself stretching out a hand to tap Pierce lightly on the shoulder. Surprisingly, he turned to her at once, not in the least irritated at being so rudely interrupted on the very verge of screwing the sexy woman who lay before him.
Pierce's handsome face broke into a broad smile at sight of Sally Porter standing there before him. "Hey," he cried jovially, his voice lacking the expected dripping tones of animal lust, seeming somehow totally at peace and free, "I've been wondering where you were. I'm glad you decided to join us."
Sally shook her head dumbly, but all in vain, for Pierce was already reaching up for her, drawing her down beside him in a kneeling position while Tom Waverly smoothly took his place between Mollie's writhing thighs. The Captain's fingers were working busily at the buttons of Sally's blouse, despite her ineffectual protests and half-hearted efforts to resist him, peeling the useless garment off of her naked shoulders now to reveal the proudly quivering cones of her naked breasts, each surmounted by a cherry little nipple which was already stiffening into pronounced erection.
Pierce cupped and fondled those flowing mounds of breast flesh, brought his mouth down upon them and enveloped one of her burning nipple buds in his hot oral cavity. The world swam around Sally and she felt herself sinking slowly down onto the fine sand as his tongue flicked into action upon her nipples, teasing and taunting first one and then the other, driving her into a paroxysm of ever mounting passion with each stroke.
As Sally reclined upon the sand, sighing in grim resignation under the sucking and licking of her tits, she felt new hands upon her, busying themselves with the fastenings of her skirt, releasing the garment at her waist and then tugging it down the trembling shafts of her thighs and calves, totally stripping her as she lay writhing there on the white beach. Curious without being alarmed, Sally craned her neck to see who it was who had finished the task of undressing her, and found herself staring into the lust-glazed eyes of the Orion's first mate, Jason White.
The young woman had no time to evaluate that mental image or to read the expression on White's young face, for he immediately ducked his head forward, plunging his nose and mouth into the curly forest of her pubic triangle, locking his eager lips tight against the swollen little nether lips of her pussy. Sally's body convulsed, arching upward off the sand at the dual oral stimulation of Pierce's mouth on her nipples and White's tongue probing and slurping along her vaginal furrow.
As she lay there, undulating with slow, almost unconscious surpentine response to multiple carnal assaults upon her naked body, Sally retained the presence of mind to glance about her, collecting fragmented mental images of the orgy in progress on every side. She caught a fleeting picture of Mollie Curtis, head lolling from side to side as Tom Waverly energetically skewered his prick in and out of her cunt with loud slurping noises.
Sally's head lolled to the other side, catching a blurred image of Jennie Tendall and the two men who had pounced upon her nude form. Jack Morris crouched between her legs, his face buried in the forest of her pubic curls, sucking her cunt avidly just as Jason White was even then sucking Sally's. At the same time, businessman Bart Williams was straddling Jennifer's chest, fondling the fleshy orbs of her breasts with one of his big hands while he used the other to guide his stiff penis into contact with her lips. While Sally watched, she saw Jennifer seem to pass on into a trance-like state, eyes rolling back in her head while her pink little tongue tip flicked out, making experimental contact with the underside of Bart's gleaming purple glans.
Sally Porter had no more time to gather mental images of what was happening to the people around her, so intense were the feelings which even then were being evoked in her own twisting, churning body. Jason White was running his tongue energetically along the entire juicy length of her tiny cuntal slit, and at the same time, Phillip Pierce was cupping both of her tits in his big hands, compressing them until he was able to cover both of her nipples with his gnawing mouth at the same time, driving her even wilder with passion at the unusual form of dual stimulation.
Sally's head lolled from side to side on the fine, soft sand, her silken blond hair shimmering about her face in a glistening golden wave, complementing and contrasting with the native-dark tan of her flesh. A ruddy flush of passion was visible now in her cheeks, and her mouth was open, her breath wheezing from between pearly little teeth in airy, panting gasps.
Sally was lingering on the very brink of orgasm, and she knew it. In spite of the way her mind cried out for her to dissociate herself from the wild orgiastic scene, she found that she had become inextricably involved, and was even more stunned as she realized that this was what she had craved all along, that she would not, in fact, have had it any other way at all.
Jason White's hot tongue tip was doing crazy, unbelieveable things to her vagina, swirling around the clinging mouth of her cuntal channel with fiery strokes, then tracking deliberately onward and upward to taunt the tingling little pleasure bud of her clitoris until she rocked and writhed with passion.
Sally felt her orgasm waiting in the wings, lurking at the rear of her mind, taut and wound up like the tension spring of an alarm clock, about to unwind with shattering explosive force, shooting out the now-familiar fiery tendrils of ecstatic release that she now craved. The young blond's entire body began to tremble from head to toe, as if in the vise-like grip of some wild, uncontrollable palsy.
Phillip Pierce and Jason White seemed to recognize the storm warning signals of Sally's approaching orgasmic outburst. They exchanged furtive little glances, one to another, and then suddenly began to shift their positions, tugging and pulling at Sally as if they sought to change her position on the ground. Both men were breathing heavily, their eyes glowing like hot coals as they concentrated intently upon their latest task at hand.
Sally was shocked by the sudden withdrawal of those inciteful hands and mouth from her yearning tits and cunt. She glanced hurriedly about, a moan of almost angry frustration escaping between clenched teeth as she scanned the two men with curious eyes.
"Wha ... why ... why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly. "What are you trying to do??"
Neither man answered verbally, merely gesturing for her to cooperate as their hands struggled to reposition her pliant young body. Sally went along with the charade grudgingly, only hoping that she would receive some other form of stimulation and gratification in short order.
Now Sally found herself being turned over and half lifted at the same time, tugged and hauled into a semi-erect position until she was poised on her hands and knees, with one of the men at each end of her body. She poised there, like a small child imitating some sort of wild animal, her watery blue eyes locking firmly with Phillip Pierce's gaze and reading an expression of unadulterated lust.
Phillip was kneeling directly in front of her now, his long rigid cock spiking outward from his loins and wavering directly in her face, on a level with her lips and nose. Sally was both fascinated and repelled by the sight, staring at that fleshy wand of passion like a bird hypnotized by the approach of a snake. She focused her eyes on the pearly drop of semen which glistened at the cyclopic eye of his purple glans, catching the sunlight and reflecting it back at her with almost dazzling intensity.
Sally was at first curious and uncertain about what Pierce wanted her to do, but the last trace of uncertainty vanished as he swung his hips slightly forward, bringing the wet tip of his cock into nudging, tingling contact with her full and sensuous lips. She cringed slightly, feeling the slick traces of his pre-ejaculate fluid left behind on her lower lip by his cock. She flicked out her tongue unconsciously, tasting the salty residue of his jism and finding it not at all unpleasant.
The Captain's hips surged forward once more, and again his purple glans made nagging impact upon her lips, forcing those lips apart this time and nudging against her pearly white teeth. Sally recoiled instinctively from the intimate oral contact, but Pierce would not let her escape, fishing a hand forward to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he held her head tightly in place, her lips grazing lightly against the tip of his prick.
Sally Porter was mentally debating whether she should give Pierce what he obviously wanted or make some effort to break away from her captors and run naked into the forest to hide. The issue was suddenly taken out of her hands and mind, however, by a sudden touching sensation at the opposite end of her body, reminding her of the presence of Jason White, whom she had all but forgotten as Pierce's cock entranced her.
From the feelings which enveloped her lower body, tingling outward from her hips and loins, White was obviously kneeling between her slightly spread thighs, waggling his long hard prick in chafing contact with Sally's freely juicing cunt. She shivered with uncontrollable little tremors of lust, incited once more to a high level of erotic excitement by the continuous driving impact of White's blunt cock tip against her clitoris and tight little vaginal mouth.
It was not her cunt, however, which seemed to interest the Orion's first mate primarily. To her great surprise, Sally now felt the wet tip of his prick leaving her ripe cuntal furrow, tracking moistly upward into the deep cleft between her taut, plump ass cheeks. As she knelt there, cringing and trembling, she felt the first tentative contact of that blunt fleshy instrument against her puckered little anal sphincter.
The young blond woman was instantly repulsed by what Jason White obviously wanted from her. She had refused Bart Williams the same intimate act, and she had no intention now of allowing a virtual stranger to penetrate her virginal little asshole.
Jason White was insistent, however, and while Phillip Pierce held Sally pinned by the head and neck, his long cock tracing continuous wet patterns along her full, panting lips, Jason seized her about the hips and began nudging his cock more insistently forward against the cleft of her ass. A sudden spasm of pain seized Sally's entire torso as the blunt head of his prick pushed inexorably against the clinging little outer ring of her rectum.
"No!! Stop it!!" she cried hoarsely, in real pain now. "I can't take it there! It's too big!!"
Jason White only snickered, a deep, lusty and somewhat evil sound, deep in his throat. His hips churned inexorably forward, worming his cock deeper into Sally's clinging little asshole, until suddenly the entire helmet-shaped head popped inside with a little plopping, sucking sound.
Sally gasped aloud, almost gagging at the waves of burning pain which washed over her now. She squirmed her body forward, struggling to escape that cruel penile invasion of her virginal asshole, but all in vain. Her surging forward movements only served to force her sensuous lips tighter against the tip of Phillip Pierce's penis, and as Sally opened her mouth to cry out in pain, the Captain took the opportunity to slip his cock half way into the warm, moist cavern of her pulsating mouth.
Sally felt totally lost for an interminable moment, gagging on the girth of Pierce's slick penis as it buffeted forward against the back of her throat, and at the same time pinned and helpless with the burning agony of Jason White's thick cock burrowing ever deeper into her cringing little asshole. Her body twisted and writhed, while squealing little wordless cries for help slipped from her mouth around the fleshy gag of Pierce's penis.
The two men had Sally pinned now, skillfully trapped between them and with no possible hope of escape from their dual lascivious fucking of her mouth and virginal rectum. It was almost too much for Sally, to have those men possessing her in two ways she had never attempted before, forcing her simultaneously into acts of both lewd oral sex and increasingly uninhibited ass-fucking.
Jason White was driving his penis ever deeper into the tight channel of Sally's never-before-fucked little rectum, grunting with the exertion and quivering slightly as he savored the sensations which her clinging rectal walls evoked from the passion-charged staff of his cock. Finally, with one mighty thrust that rocked Sally's curvaceous frame, he buried his long prick to the hilt in the blond girl's tight, clasping ass.
Sally was in too much pain now for even Pierce's thick cock to completely stifle her cry of outrage. She was mewling little cries of pain constantly now, her entire body writhing in an effort to escape the cruel double ravishment she was experiencing.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!!!!" she moaned around that gagging filling rod of cockflesh. "Sssssssttttttoooooopppppp!!!! You're killing mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee-ee!!!!"
Her cries and pleas did nothing to dissuade Jason White and Phillip Pierce from their course of action. If anything, they now redoubled their efforts, White skewering his cock in and out of Sally's asshole with mounting speed, noting with silent satisfaction the way in which her clinging rectal muscles seemed already to be loosening slightly, expanding to accommodate the skewering passage of his rampant penis.
At the same time, Phillip Pierce had taken up a similar fucking rhythm of his own, sliding his thick pole of cockflesh in and out of the wet oval formed by Sally Porter's red lips. The girl had been forced to relax her throat and tongue muscles in order to keep from strangling, and in an effort to find some minimal comfort in her intolerable situation, she was constantly shifting her tongue from side to side in the cavern of her mouth. Unconsciously, she had actually begun to lick and stroke the underside of Pierce's skewering cock with her hot tongue, only succeeding in inciting him to ever more powerful thrusts of his pelvis and hips. His blunt penile head buffeted strongly against her palate, clogging the circle of her throat on every inward thrust.
Sally felt as if she was on the verge of unconsciousness, her limbs trembling and threatening to spill her face downward onto the sand in total collapse, thus freeing her from the two cocks which pinned her like a roasting hen on a spit at a barbecue.
Pierce and White were determined not to let her fall, however, and they managed to support her in her crouch without missing a single fucking beat of their energetic double rape. Above the sluicing wet fucking sounds generated by the two cocks slicing into her body, Sally could also detect other sounds, the mounting passionate cries of the other avidly fucking people on either side of her. From what her addled brain could hear and digest, it was obvious that all of the others were by now far along on the dizzying road to orgasm. Sally was certain that she could pick out the high voice of her best friend, Jennie Tendall, crying out breathlessly, "IIImmmmmm ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!!! Jesus, I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!!!!"
There was little time for Sally to take in the rest of those sounds, however, for now her own body was taking over, betraying her once-ironclad sense of what was right and wrong, what was natural or perverted, and she found herself almost unconsciously responding to the lewd double fucking Jason and Phillip were administering to her mouth and asshole.
Sally began to tremble, not with pain now, but with mounting lust and passion. Electric little shivers of desire raced the length of her twisting spine, setting her nerve ends jangling. She felt herself about to explode in the blissful oblivion of climactic orgasm, and she welcomed the feeling as it rapidly raced forward to engulf her body, mind and soul.
Pierce and White, avidly fucking Sally Porter in her mouth and clinging little asshole, could plainly sense the turnabout in her attitude toward their actions. Detecting her sudden receptiveness, they redoubled their fucking efforts now, churning their twin cocks into her with ever increasing vigor, driving her inexorably onward toward the mutual release which they all needed and craved so badly.
All other sounds around that avidly fucking, sucking trio had ceased, and Sally Porter noted that sudden silence with a tiny corner of her conscious mind. She opened her slitted eyes a notch further, risking a quick glance around before shutting them tightly once more, almost as if afraid that the magic erotic spell which entranced her might somehow be broken. She saw clearly that the other five members of their tiny island community had finished their own uninhibited sexual acts, and had now formed a ring around her and her two lovers, avidly devouring every movement of their three bodies with rapt attention.
Suddenly Sally felt as if she was at center stage somehow, the star and main attraction of a lewd, pornographic film or play. Oddly, where the very idea would once have repulsed her as much as the thought of taking a man's penis in her mouth or ass, it now seemed only to excite and arouse her further, stimulating her to even wilder fucking and sucking gyrations, as if she was determined to satisfy not only her dual lovers, but the members of her impromptu audience as well.
Sally had taken particular erotic delight in the broad smile which graced the face of her best friend, Jennie Tendall. Sally supposed that Jennie was satisfied now, having at least been indirectly responsible for Sally's learning to become a true woman at long last.
Such philosophical thoughts were beyond Sally now, however, as she locked her mind on the narrow and all consuming goal of explosive orgasm. She sucked and licked strenuously at Phil Pierce's cock, and all the while her ass cheeks were fucking back at Jason White's driving cock, challenging the ship's mate to bury even more of his rigid genital flesh deep inside her.
Sally felt her climax coming like the approach of a runaway express train which threatened to run her down and flatten her in its passing. She began to shiver and quake, trembling from head to toe as her muscles answered a primeval call over which she had absolutely no control whatsoever. Her head was spinning now, the world reeling before her narrowed eyes, sound first blaring and then fading out so completely that she thought she must have gone suddenly deaf. Nothing existed for Sally Porter but her own all-consuming need, and the driving, skewering action of the two hot cocks which promised to fulfill that need in short order.
Young Sally Porter came with the force of a miniature nuclear explosion, her entire luscious torso writhing and heaving as if in the throes of a powerful epileptic seizure. Her muscles and tendons alternately tensed and relaxed, activated by the racing hot and cold chills which dominated her jangling nerve endings. Her long blond hair shimmered and danced about her heaving face, slightly obscuring the action of her swelling cheeks as she sucked all the more avidly at Phil Pierce's penis.
As Sally climaxed explosively, her tight little rectal muscles transmitted a silent but forceful signal of success to Jason White's pistoning prick. The ship's mate felt those internal muscles seize his penis as if in a violent death grip, wringing electric jolts of pure erotic sensation from his glans and penile shaft as they struggled to hold him, imprison him in the velvety depths of her bowels. Jason groaned aloud, then shouted his rushing bliss as the milking action of Sally's ass muscles drove him, too, over the verge of climax and into the misty, swirling bottomless pit of orgasm.
"Christ!" Jason grated between tightly clenched teeth. "She's making me ccccuuuummmmmmmm!!!"
An awed sound went up from the tiny group of spectators as the man's body went rigid in turn, every tendon and vein standing out beneath his tan flesh like steel cables. Inside Sally's tight little ass, his prick seemed to suddenly balloon to twice its size, and then the dam broke, flooding Sally's clinging insides with a creamy flow of jism, blanketing her rectum with the outpouring of Jason White's sperm.
That white-hot eruption in her asshole suddenly pushed Sally over the edge for a second orgasm of even more shattering proportions. Her ass continued to nibble and milk at Jason's captive cock, and now her lips and tongue redoubled their efforts of Pierce's penis, determined that he should not be left out of that mutually blissful moment.
Sally had nothing to fear on that account, however. Captain Phillip Pierce was already on the very razor's edge of climax when she strengthened her oral assault upon his cock, and that final added stimulus was enough to trigger his own climactic explosion of release. Sally almost choked as his cock, stiffened and pulsated, jerking spasmodically in the grip of a passion which is beyond control.
Phil Pierce's semen erupted into Sally's hot little mouth in a milky flood, threatening to drown her in the fruits of his lust. She reacted quickly, more by instinct than by conscious thought, swallowing swiftly and gulping down every last drop of the ship captain's super-heated jism. To her considerable surprise, Sally found the taste of that life-giving elixir not at all unpleasant, sufficient in fact to prompt a third orgasm on her part, and her most powerful of the day.
At length the lustful trio separated, feeling no compulsion to utter meaningless endearments or pleas for forgiveness. The entire company relaxed there on the white sand in the waning afternoon sun, relaxing for what seemed a blissful eternity, but which, judging by the progress of the tropic sun on its slow slide down the sky, could not have been more than an hour or so.
Their spell was abruptly shattered when Jack Morris rose to his feet, moving lazily from his present position in search of a more shady spot in which to rest. Before turning toward the jungle tree line, Morris allowed his eyes to briefly scan the vista of the ocean, and they were riveted there by something which stunned him and brought a strangled cry to his lips.
"A ship!" he croaked hoarsely, sounding as if he was reluctant to accept the evidence of his own eyes or the report of his own voice. Slowly, he repeated the message. "A ship ... yes ... right out there!"
The others all followed his pointing finger with their eyes, picking out the growing white speck which now marred the blue horizon. Muttered words of wonder and disbelief were quickly exchanged, along with some half-hearted hand wringing, back-slapping and hugging. Their elation began to fade quickly, however, and the joyful expressions on their faces slid one after another into frowns that mirrored worry, concern, and something very much like regret.
The group had sat in grim silence for what must have been five full minutes, no one speaking, every eye turned outward from the little island which had become their world, riveted upon the steadily growing white dot which was at last their link and lifeline to a tenuous thing called civilization. At long last, it was Sally Porter who gave voice to the question that preyed on every mind.
"What do we do now?" she asked grimly.
* * *
The three young sailors stood on the white sand beside their lifeboat, frothy surf washing about their ankles, drenching their shoes and pants legs. One of them wore the insignia of a ship's officer on his stiff white collar, and the others were dressed in the garb of ordinary working seamen.
"You sure this is where you saw 'em, sir?" The question came from a grizzled old sea dog who stood nearest to the lifeboat.
"No doubt about it, Schmidt," the young officer replied. "There were four or five of them at least, probably more. And they were right here."
"But sir, this island has never been inhabited. You know that."
"I know what I saw, mister." The officer was becoming angry now, more at his own frustration and uncertainty than at the verbose sailor.
The trio stood together in grim silence for long moments, their eyes scanning the nearby jungle for any signs of life, and finding none to fasten on. A dull ache of certain failure was growing steadily within the young officer, and he feared it, hated to give in to it.
He had no choice. "Well, Christ," he swore at last, spitting onto the sand, a signal of final resignation. "We don't have the men or the time to search for anyone in the forest."
"No sir," the two seamen answered as one, glad that their superior was regaining his senses at last.
"Very well," the officer said with a tight grimace. "Prepare to cast off."
They clambored back into the lifeboat, one of the seamen pushing it outward and free of the clinging sand, then joining the others inside. They bent to their oars, moving swiftly now in spite of the breakers which beckoned and tugged them back toward the pristine shore.
After they had passed through the surf, not far from the line of the reef which broke the water's surface with a jagged line of white foam, the officer paused and looked back. A sound had come to his ears, and he glanced to the other sailors, but they had either heard nothing or were afraid to acknowledge the evidence of their own ears. Still he glanced toward the beach, and for one fleeting instant he could have sworn that he caught a glimpse of a young woman, blond and beautiful, naked and unashamed, standing there at the rim of the trees and waving. Waving at him!
The officer started to lift his hand in an answering wave and then thought better of it. He passed a hand over his eyes, and when he looked back to the beach, the golden image of Venus was gone, withdrawn like a wraith into the jungle.
He turned back toward his men, bending to his oar with a muttered curse that the other men studiously ignored. He could hear the sound again now, knew that they had heard it as well, but were deliberately ignoring it in order to mock him and make him look like a fool.
Never mind. He had heard the sound, and recognized it, filed it away for future reference in a portion of his mind which he reserved for dreams and pleasant fantasies that never saw the light of day. Oh yes, he had recognized that sound.
