WOMEN ARE A PLAGUE, IF YOU'RE YOUNG, LIBIDINOUS, AND HAVE TO WRITE A SCIENTIFIC thesis. Alan thought he had the problem licked when he secluded himself on Anabelle Island, but then Juliet, Linda, Rina and Samantha showed up, and the typewriter went untouched. Alan's orgiastic character is described by Dr. Benjamin Morse M.D., in his book, The Sexually Promiscuous Male: "Through the compilation of empirical evidence, it is relatively easy to show that men do behave promiscuously, that in large number they engage in polyerotic premarital and extra-marital sexual relations. Whether or not this is natural and/or inevitable is another question entirely. There are two schools of thought on the subject, one holding that the mature sexuality of a healthy nature implies a permanent relationship between one man and one woman, the other suggesting that man's polyerotic nature is such that he cannot help finding a wide variety of women sexually attractive."
CHAPTER ONE
ALAN WILLIAMS RAISED HIS BRANDY GLASS slowly to his lips, musingly taking a slow sip from it. He glanced at the older man sitting sideways at the desk in front of him. For the first time he was finding it strange to be drinking liquor in John H. Morrisey's den. He had been there many times, especially since he had started college. It was as though John Morrisey had found it a qualifying point to begin college and had suddenly approved of him as a fellow drinker and a young confidant. Alan had known the man since he was a young boy, his father having been John's friend for many years, and had until this time taken it as a matter of course to have the man invite him to his home. Until just lately, that was. Until he had gone to bed with John's daughter. Thinking about her caused a hot stirring in him. He had known her since they both had been kids going to grade school together, and he wondered why they hadn't found themselves more than just family friends before. Having known her body in the way he had just two weeks ago changed everything. Not that he felt guilty. It was just that now he looked at her parents and their situation in a much different way than he had before.
"Okay, Al," the older man suddenly said, laying down the pen he had been writing with and studying the list he bad been making. "This should do it. Now remember, you might run into a little trouble with these characters, so I'm not asking you to endanger yourself in any way. I probably shouldn't even allow you to go down there this way, but...." He paused, looking at Alan and smiling. "You young fellows have a spirit of adventure." He winked at Alan, and then smiled broadly. "Besides, I'm sure it's just a bunch of kids that are doing this stealing anyway, and they haven't touched anything on our island at all. So ... perhaps we won't even get hit."
Alan doubted that it was just a bunch of kids stealing. It was far too systematic and even sounded highly organized to him. Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him, or even worry him. He needed a place to write his thesis, a secluded place where he could both work in peace and wander around on a beach or something, and John Morrisey's winter home on his own private island, Anabella, was perfect. He had been there twice with his parents when they had been to Florida, and although it had been years ago, he had good feelings about the place. And it was really secluded. The only other people on the island lived at the other end, people Alan remembered meeting once while he was there during one of his parents' visits. The other man owned a similarly extravagant home, which he used only a month out of the year in the winter, and it would be unoccupied now.
"I don't think it will be anything to worry about," Alan said. "My presence there should discourage anyone from even approaching the place."
"Right. That's what I think, too," John returned. "Oh. And by the way, Sheridan Moore tells me his wife will be down at their place for a while, but that shouldn't bother you a bit. Maybe you could even stop in and say hello, since she hasn't seen you in about-what ... ten years, now? 'It will probably make her feel better to know you are on the island."
"Oh. Sure," Alan said abstractly, trying to remember what Sheridan Moore's wife looked like; but it had been too long ago. He had heard since that she was a real knockout. "I'm sure she won't bother me in the least. Anyway, I very much appreciate the opportunity to use your place, John."
"Oh, hell, boy!" John waved the thanks away with a lift of his arm. "I owe your dad more than anybody else in this town, and this is a favor for me anyway, since my caretaker quit on me so suddenly like he did."
He picked up a check that he had just written and, blowing on it to dry the fresh ink, said: "Here. This is for the bills on the mainland you'll have and whatever comes up from the use of the place. Also, you know you can drink the liquor cabinet dry if you want, shoot my guns, use the boat, although you'll have to lot it into the water and rig it by yourself. In fact," ho paused, looking out the window, "you know you can use anything on the place, anything at all." He handed Alan the check. "And, of course," ho said again, winking, "you may have your own visitors anytime you like." Ho chuckled and Alan smiled.
"That's very generous of you, but I doubt whether I will have the time for any of that. This thesis is late getting started and if I turn my head for any thing now it might just not got done."
"Well, whatever you want, my boy," John said, standing up. "Listen, I have to run, but Vicky will be home soon and she wants to see you, so why don't you stay put, play the stereo, read a book or something until she gets hero?"
"Well, I-""
"Say, listen. "You don't leave until tomorrow, and she won't see you for over a month."'
"Well. sure. I'd like to see her before I go. I'll stay and drink some more of your booze and look at some of your books until she comes." The old man was constantly trying to get them together. Little did he know.
"Good luck on your thesis, Al, and have a relaxing time at Anabella. I'm sorry we couldn't talk longer, but business prevails, you know." He looked around the den and waved his arm across its richly decorated interior. "Have to maintain all this, right?" He laughed and Alan grinned in answer, wondering what it would be like to be a millionaire.
"Yes, sir. By all means maintain your present position."
"Hah!" snorted John. "You literature majors are all cynics at heart." He grinned back at Alan, enjoying the exchange that Alan's bright mind provided him.
"No. sir," Alan answered thoughtfully. "The gleam you see in my eye is the gleam of sheer jealousy."
John laughed loudly and slapped Alan on the back. "Okay, Al. See you get back ... and remember, don't stick your neck out down there. Use the wireless and call the shore patrol if anything looks suspicious."
"Okay," Alan said, Morrisey picked up his coat and went out through the hallway toward the front of the lush apartment.
"Tell Vicky I'll be home late, and only to cook for herself and you, if you care to stay. Take it easy."
"Right!" Alan answered.
After John left, the richly arrayed room fell very silent. Alan walked to the liquor table and mixed himself another drink. He was thinking about what it would be like to have nothing to do but write a thesis and wander around on a long, secluded, private beach. After the crazy pace of New York City it would be a quiet pleasure. He didn't like the idea of not having a luscious woman or two around, but on the other hand, he had put off writing this thing until it was almost too late. Then he remembered that Juliet Moore would be there on the other end of the island. Hmmm, he thought, I wonder just how friendly she would be. Anyway, he was sure he could pick something up on the mainland if the urge took him-and with his appetite it probably would. Without realizing it, he had developed into a virtual lovemaking machine, almost immediate craving followed on the heels of each act. Where he was going that might present a problem. But he was sure he could throw himself into his writing; almost sure, that is.
He began scanning the titles of the books on the shelves at the end of the room. He was concentrating on the names of the authors and so he didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching behind him. Suddenly he felt two soft hands cover his eyes.
"Hey!" he said, startled, and put his free hand over the hands, clamping them to his face. He heard a soft giggle, and turned to face a tall, slim, attractively featured, blonde-haired girl. Her breasts were stretching through the tight, thin blouse and brushed against him as he turned.
"Well, well," he said softly, putting his drink down on a small table and putting his hands on her arms. She wrapped both of her arms around him and hugged his neck, breathing into the well beneath his chin.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that," he said, taking a long breath of the sweet smell coming from her long, flowing blonde hair. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him, her full breasts pressing tightly against him. She moved her whole luscious body against him, and he felt his blood quickly rise to a steady burning. He immediately remembered the two passionate nights they had spent locked together the week before last.
"Mmm," she breathed into his neck. "Where have you been, anyway. I was waiting for you to come around for a week."
"Well, I had some school things to tie up, and I moved most of my stuff over to a friend's, and have been running around the city making sure I have all the books and stuff to write my paper with. I called you last week but no one answered." He saw no reason to divulge his other, more memorable activities.
"I must have been out. When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning," he answered. "Your dad won't be home until late. Where's your mother?"
"Oh, she's in Connecticut. She won't be home until tomorrow night," the girl answered. She smiled and tickled the back of his neck with her hand.
"You mean we have this all to ourselves?" he asked, looking around the plush den.
"Mmmm," she purred hotly, and pulled his head down, opening her lips. He locked his mouth over hers and her molten tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His right hand found the small of her back and his left kneaded one of her buttocks. Her legs drifted apart and his knee slid in between them, his thigh finding her sensitive area. She moaned, arching into him, and bit his lower lip, then pushed her hand down inside the back of his trousers. He let his breath out, allowing more room for her hand to continue its search. He raised his leg tightly against the center of her passion and her body tightened until it seemed it would almost burst.
Alan moved both of his strong arms around her back and down to her full, curving buttocks and pulled her off the floor and up his tall, lean body. She was above him, burying his face in hot, moist kisses, her lips feverishly increasing their burning pattern across his face, her tongue probing into his ear, her fingers carving intricate patterns across his back.
His cock had already stiffened, and was throbbing.
Her hand went down to his wool shirt and expertly flicked the top button open. She pulled the top of his undershirt down a few inches, twirling her index finger through the dark hair on his chest. He reached down suddenly and raised the short dress up her arching back to her panties. Lifting the elastic band, he plunged his hand down the deepening valley between her buttocks to where the hot, moist area lay. Juices were flowing out of her hot cunt.
"Mmmm! Oh, Alan! Why did you stay away so long!" she breathed through hot, pressing kisses, her mouth moving over his face. "Now I'm going to make you pay!"
"Well pay together," he almost growled into her ear. This only increased her passion, and Alan knew that very quickly she would become quite wild. In fact, Vicky was one of the wildest women he had ever been in bed with. He was beginning to breath heavily, too heavily, he thought in the back of his mind, and he strove to bring his whirling senses under better control.
He pushed the panties down over her swelling buttocks, while she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. She pushed his undershirt up toward his neck and bent down to kiss his muscular torso, dwelling momentarily where she kissed to touch him with her tongue. He let her slide down to her now bare feet, and he flicked his undershirt off over his head, her soft, slim fingers following the edge of it as it slid up his chest. Then she clasped her hands behind his neck.
He had found an opening where her blouse had come undone, and his fingers spread it wider, his hand forcing entry. He worked his way up her back, and came to the underside of her bra. She was squirming against his thigh, which was buried between her legs. Moaning, she drove her tongue into his ear, something she had found that really turned him on. Still, he strove to maintain control.
With a soft but firm, smooth action, he brought his hands around in front of her and lightly felt with the tips of his fingers, the underside of her full, tight breasts. He hooked his index fingers under the well of each side of her brassiere and lifted out and up in a quick motion. Her beautiful breasts pushed out from under the restraining garment, and free, they swelled heavily through her light blouse. He looked down at them, seeing the dark, tightly etched pattern of her hard, firm nipples pressing toward him.
His hand went down her body to the skirt and expertly unhooked the catch, pulling the zipper down. It drifted to the floor, sliding down her long, firm white legs. In one motion the half-slip fell too, and she stood apart from him, her lovely body tight and full, her curves swelling and gliding magnificently in just the right places. His head was thundering with desire and he fought desperately to contain himself.
She drove herself into his arms, her right hand quickly going down and sliding between them to his belt. Suddenly stepping away from him, but never letting her lips cease their caressing patterns across his face and neck, she pulled his trousers down, along with his underwear.
He unbuttoned her blouse and slid it back away from her beautiful, delicately curving neck. The parting blouse first revealed the inside swell of her downy breasts, then glided out and across the straining nipples, caressing the peak of their little buds. Finally revealing her protruding breasts, the blouse slid down her arms, slowly, enticingly, dropping to the floor.
The sight of her overwhelmed Alan, and he once again fought the urge to have her body immediately. She stood looking at him, her magnificently sculptured breasts rising and falling with heavy breathing. She let her eyes drift across his straining, muscular chest, across the tight, darkly shaded expanse of his stomach, down to his throbbing, pulsating hot cock. Suddenly she was in his arms, her hand behind him and working desperately, probing, pulling, rubbing.
"Quick! Now!" she said, in a half-choking breath, pulling him toward the couch.
"No. This way," he answered coarsely, suddenly lifting her in his strong arms and stepping on a bearskin rug. He lowered her softly down to the white rug, half reclining with her. She kept her arms around him, and moaned against his chest.
"Mmmm. On a bearskin rug. Oh, wow!!"
His hand slid over her smooth thigh and found rear entrance to the hot well of her cunt. He probed into her with a finger. She quickly slid her leg up and over him, opening to him fully. His temples were pounding, and his breath began coming in gasps. Control, he thought. He must have control. But with a writhing, squirming, hot and beautiful body like Vicky's beneath him, caressing him, kissing him, biting him, skillfully driving him insane, how is one to find control. He buried his face in her swelling breasts, trying for time in which to come down from his too-passionate height. Vicky leaned back, arching over a pillow, causing her breasts to rise, peaking in the air. He squeezed one with his hand, the dark end bulging toward his waiting lips. He took a perfectly formed, straining nipple between his lips and drew lightly in, then took it completely in, biting it lightly with his teeth.
She squirmed in ecstasy. "Ohhh, Alan! Oh, baby. Please, no more ... don't torture me any more. Do it now ... now!!" He moved quickly to the other taut mound, repeating his act. It was working. He was regaining some of his lost detachment. But he was pushing her passion to the limit. He couldn't restrain her much longer. He was holding her down physically now with one of his arms over her, pinning her to the floor.
He tongued her nipples lightly, and they bloomed even more, small bumps appearing on them. He tongued them harder in a larger and larger circle, and then began licking her breasts, around and around, moving down their deep crevice and up toward the valley of her neck. She was jerking her legs against his hand and he began moving his hand and fingers in a long, extended rhythm to which she immediately responded, spasmodically at first, then more rhythmically, until they were moving together. She ran her hand down his arm gasping, and drove his hand deeper in her. He probed her, feeling her wet hair, feeling that he was ready to move over her now. Still, he resisted and strove to drive her to the very limits of her passion. He was half over her on the rug now, with a leg between her thighs and working steadily on her neck and ears with his tongue. She was beginning to heave against his prick with her open legs in the same rhythm he had begun with his hand, but much harder, more wildly. Vicky's breath was coming in gasps now, and she kept trying to work under him, pulling his muscular body, now at the shoulders, then at the waist, finally at his buttocks.
"Ohhh! Mmmmuh! Now, Alan, now!! Please! Now!!!" She gasped and pushed her hands quickly down between them and took him lightly with her hand. Then drawing up her legs, she moved directly under him into a better position and guided his hot, throbbing cock into her.
"Ohh! God! Alan! Quick! Harder! Harder!!"
She was much more along than he, and he fought to maintain the advantage, but suddenly her hips exploded into him with a fury of passion, and began pounding heavily against him. She rolled back on her buttocks, placing her legs high on his back. He lifted her slightly and, placing the pillow beneath her hips, began driving against her with hard, violent thrusts. He forced himself to a slower pace than his hot body told him to go. Her reaction was electrifying, arching her back violently, throwing him higher over her with even more advantage in thrust. And he took this advantage, plummeting into her pussy with more power, more fury, increasing the pace. She reacted again as he was fast approaching her passion, which brought them closer and closer together in rhythm and response. She began clawing his back, and a low scream began deep in her throat.
Suddenly she shifted and rolled even further back on the pillow. He was directly over her now, and driving straight in, probing deeper and deeper, the surface of their contact becoming more and more flat. She gyrated her hips wildly, and switched back and forth between a solid, upward motion and a circular twisting. He felt himself losing hold of his restraint.
Her legs surrounded him and she raged up against him in a fury that overwhelmed him. With her wild motions she would toss him away and snap him back against her until he finally lost hold and began to wildly drive into her in an almost insane rage, his hands pulling violently against her buttocks. She was screaming sharply with each re-entry, and shifted her scratching, clawing fingers down his back, further increasing his fury, the slight pain spurring him on. Her hands reached his muscular buttocks and increased the pace, pulling and heaving. She sank her teeth into his shoulder in a loud, piercing moan, and snapped her body to him with a violence he couldn't withstand. Groaning loudly, he turned loose on her the height of his passion, driving her wet thighs and hips violently down into the pillow beneath her, harder.
"Alan!" she screamed. "Oh, yesss! Yesss!" Suddenly she snapped her whole body to him, arching up, screaming aloud with ecstasy, her hips shuddered to him, throwing him back. He drove deeply in her, reaching his peak, gushing his hot liquid into her, and driving heavily against her hot, sobbing flesh.
She moved a while beneath him, and he too worked the last of his passion away and finally lay expended. She held him tightly, caressing his back. Her mouth was open, and within it her tongue moved slightly, her lips moist. Finally, she moaned low in her throat, and sighed.
"Ummm. Oh, Alan! That was wonderful. How can you leave me? 'fake me to Daddy's island with you." She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, then nibbled on his ear. He laughed silently. He wouldn't mind having her there at all, except he knew he wouldn't get a damn thing done. They would be either in or recovering from a constant whirlpool of passion.
"Sure," he said softly. "Pack up and let's go."
She looked up at him silently, then smiled. "Hah. I could see that, all right. Besides, I happen to know you would prefer that I stay here."
"I wouldn't get much done with you around, now, would I?" he asked.
"That depends on what you mean by much," she answered, moving under him slightly and smiling sweetly. He laughed.
"You'd like to kill me very slowly with that body of yours, wouldn't you?" he asked.
"Yes. I'd torture you to death in an exceedingly excrutiating manner," she returned, pulling him against her again, thrilling his half-soft cock.
"Well," he replied, "it would be a nice way to die, but you will have to wait until I come back from Florida." He sat up, stretching his muscular arms and arching his back. She ran a smooth palm over his back, pausing.
"Oh! Look what I've done," she said coyly.
"What?" he asked, just beginning to feel the sting of her nail marks on his back. Boy, he thought, she sure must have done a good job on me this time.
"Oh, nothing much. Just a mark here and there," she answered, then laughed lightly, lie rose and crossed the room to stand in front of the door-sized mirror that stood on the end of the book shelves. lie turned and looked at his back in the mirror.
"God damn, Chicken!"
"What?" she said, half laughing.
"I look like I've been horsewhipped!" he exclaimed. "The next time I go into a passionate act with you, sweetheart, you will have your nails clipped beforehand, is that clear?"
"Ha! You enjoyed every minute, every second of ecstasy, lover," she teased.
He turned and looked at her, smiling. "Oh, yes. But I only have so much flesh on my bones, and I don't at all approve of you tearing up my beautiful body."
"Hmmm. Yes, but I like taking some of it with me," she answered, then laughed. She let her eyes roam up and down his hard, lean body. Alan had the body of a swimmer and was something of a naturalist, hiking and roaming in the mountains in his spare time. He stood six-feet one-inch, and was the epitome of powerful masculinity.
In spite of the fact that he had satisfied her so completely, she felt her body getting warm for him again. But Alan picked up his clothes and walked quickly into the bathroom in the hallway.
She made a little face to herself and got up slowly to pick up her clothes. She felt a coolness between her legs where there had been such passion before. She put her hand there. It came away wet. Vicky looked at the spot where Alan had been standing and knew that already he had other things on his mind. Hell. She didn't want him to go to Florida, but he was going anyway and she wasn't the type to wait around for him to come back. She hesitated, dwelling on the vibrant glow of complete fulfillment he had given her.
CHAPTER TWO
JULIET MOORE WAS LYING ON THE PRIVATE BEACH at the southern-most tip of Anabella Island, a private island off the coast of southern Florida that was owned by John H. Morrisey, one of New York City's largest and richest stockbrokers. Her husband had begun leasing this part of the island some years ago, an arrangement which had come about as a result of his friendship with Morrisey. The area was exclusively private and the stretch of beach that fronted the ranch-type home was inside a protective cove that hid the area from view of passing fishing boats and other vessels. Their only communication with the mainland was a short-wave radio, which was usually held on the local police bands.
Juliet enjoyed the seclusion a great deal. In fact, she couldn't think of a more enticing place. She came down as often as she could, and especially liked the off-season of the year, which gave an additional feeling of privacy-a privacy she needed for her own special reasons, as well as the obvious ones. It was now that particular time of the year that she liked best, the time when her husband and his friends were busiest with their money in New York and there would be no visitors to deal with, except one or two people of her own special choice; people who hadn't the remotest connection with her husband or even anyone they knew. It was the time of the year, in short, when she could yield herself to her own unusual preoccupations and desires and allow herself free rein without fear of discovery. It could even be said that Juliet was one of those unusual individuals who led two lives.
She slowly raised a very tanned, very long, attractive leg, rubbing her hand sensuously down its length and back up again, across a golden thigh, and past a naked hip to finally caress a completely tanned and fully rounded breast. She lightly caressed a firm, protruding nipple, and it reacted, her warmed blood flowing in to swell it slightly. She smoothed a small drop of lotion around it that would add to her completely suntanned body even more luster, more glow. She looked over her right shoulder toward the walkway that led up to the comfortable house nestled among wide-reaching, giant Eucalyptus trees, which cast their cool shadows over the area of the home. She smiled faintly, seemingly basking in the glow of the sunlight around her and obviously very much at ease. She was waiting for the girl who was napping in the shade of the patio; one of her best and latest finds-yet to be conquered, it was true, but safely at hand.
Juliet was thirty-five years old, and still a tall, lithe, stunning brunette, with a supple, pliant body, a body that drew the stares of every male capable of being aroused, whether she was dressed in a wool, two-piece suit and high heels and walking down Madison Avenue, or in a plain cotton dress shopping in a small southern town. When she appeared on a public beach, which almost never happened, males of all ages and types would stand transfixed, as though turned to pillars of stone with staring eyes, until for yards around her she had a wake of nearly hypnotized admirers turning to follow her movements. She was always quite aware of the effect she had on men, and more, she was also aware of this same effect upon the female sex, a thing she didn't mind at all.
Juliet was a wild love maker, but a wild love maker with precisely the right mate of her choice. She picked her lovers with a painstaking carefulness and rarely kept them for very long. She made love in the same way, almost scientifically, as though attempting to bring each person to the very limits of their passion, and finally made love to them with a passion that allowed for no kind of resistance.
She had that strange desire, that abnormal thirst that could only be satisfied by another lovely woman's body. In short, Juliet had everything. She wanted and had the best in male lovers, desired and acquired beautiful females that any male would be beside himself to have. She made the absolute best use she could of both. Deep within her Juliet knew that the final truth about her was that her essence was the essence of an insatiable being.
She stirred listfully, gazing down across her beautiful body, then closed her eyes, listening to the rhythm of the ocean lapping at the shore of the cove. Somehow, she identified it with the stirring within her. Like the power of the ocean that lay behind the lapping waves, her potential was masked by smaller things, such as her sensuous preoccupation with her own glowing skin, or the warm feeling between her thighs that could erupt in a rage of physical and mental passion with the proper cause. Where had it come from, and why, she wondered, had she been given this thing.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to bring back the vision of her last fulfilling contact with another woman. She immediately saw the nude figure of a small, well-built, youthful looking girl, with short-cropped black hair, standing somewhere before her on the sand. The girl was doing a slow, sensuous dance, like a ballerina, raising an arm and stretching it far over her head, her breasts a little too full for the exercise, but white and lush. Then the figure began a slow, dainty pirouette in the sand, turning with a slow fluttering of her hands, still high over her head. Juliet moved her legs, crossing them and feeling the warm throbbing that had begun where they met. She rubbed her eyes and the vision faded, blaring into a golden burst of sunlight. She yawned and stretched her arms out and back, her beautiful golden breasts pushing out of the shade into the sunlight. She suddenly became aware of whispering bare feet in the sand to her right. She paused, calculating the poise, and turned her head toward the sound, which was slowing to a stop right next to her chair. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the tall, willowy girl standing next to the beach chair. The girl was watching her closely, apparently having noted the striking silhouette of Juliet's perfect body.
"Well, hi!" Juliet said, recovering and lying back on the chair, lazily dropping an arm partially over the edge and toying the sand with a finger.
"Hi!" the girl answered, smiling pleasantly. She quickly turned her gaze from Juliet's completely naked body. The girl gazed out across the cove.
"Gee! This is so nice ... it's really unbelievable!" she looked at Juliet again. "Oh, if I owned an island like this I would be living on it full time. It's really beautiful here." She stooped and picked up a small handful of sand, letting it sift back through her fingers.
"Well, Linda, all you have to do is own half of New York City," Juliet joked. "Hut you don't have to own half of New York City, because you may come here anytime you please."
"That's very nice of you, Juliet," the girl said, looking into her eyes. Juliet gazed back, dreamily, then stood up suddenly, flicking the sand from her fingers. She turned and looked at Linda and asked, "Have a good nap? You must have been tired after that little trip."
"Oh, yes! Thank you. I feel wonderful. I'm ready to play in the sand now," she giggled and toed some of the white, shining sand into the air.
"Fine. Why don't you take off your clothes and get some sun. You have a nice tan now, but this will really give you a nice tone," she said carelessly, turning and starting toward the water's edge.
Linda followed her slowly, toying with the top button of her blouse. "I notice you haven't much fear of wandering around without clothes here. Is it really all that safe?" she called after the taller woman.
"Oh, yes! It's absolutely isolated. I've been walking on the beach for years and have had absolutely no visitors except the John Morriseys, and they do the same on their end. All you have to do is take a bikini and a towel if you go up that way. But here we are completely protected by the cove. And as you can see," she turned, pausing and moving her hand downward over her body, striking a model's pose, "I take advantage of every moment of it."
Linda, approaching her now, hesitated a second, looking at the darkly-tanned, beautiful body of what she thought must be the most attractive woman she had ever met. She felt a little strange standing there with the beautiful woman not ten feet in front of her like that. Not timid. Not embarrassed, but strange, like a new feeling of excitement. And then the idea appealed to her to take off all her clothes and just wander free of everything or lie on the sand or swim, completely nude, completely free. The thought of it thrilled her. , Juliet had turned toward the sea, squatting down, catching handfuls of water as it rolled to her feet. She turned sideways to look down the beach and noticed that Linda had started to disrobe. She watched her silently out of the corner of her eye. Linda had turned slightly away out of modesty, without thinking. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, looking back up the beach toward the slightly rattling palmettoes and dreamily pushing her right foot through the sand. Slowly, she finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide back off her shoulders and then down her long, brown arms. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra, and let the straps hang loose on her shoulders, her breasts stretching free slightly, causing the bra to slide down part way, revealing a striking contrast of white and tanned skin where her bikini had covered her while sunbathing. She then unzipped her shorts, allowing them to fall to the sand. The white panties formed a complimenting contrast against her lower body.
Juliet's heart began beating faster, and she caught half of a breath as she studied the girl from head to toe. What a beauty, she thought. What a charming, little virgin-like beauty.
Linda might have been a slightly smaller duplicate of Juliet, except for her green eyes and her hair, which was much lighter and had a slight reddish tint to it. Her breasts were not quite as large, not quite as full, but still bigger than average. She had wide, slim shoulders, a narrow waist, and beautifully tapered long, slim legs, a little thinner than Juliet's. It was when she moved that she caught the eye. She was supple, contained, and modest, but along with that, she was subtly exuding sex, a thing of which she was quite unaware. Juliet's eyes narrowed slightly in anticipation. She must be careful. She must not be too fast. She must not frighten her.
Linda turned toward the beach and, seemingly looking at the sand, lowered her arms in front of her. The brassiere slid slowly forward down her arms, revealing her full, ripe untanned breasts. She dropped the bra on top of her shorts on the beach, and then pulled her panties down, throwing them with the rest of her clothes. Then she looked up at Juliet, who had risen and turned to face her. She grinned from ear to ear.
"Well, how does it feel to be free?" Juliet asked, watching her face.
"Oh, wonderful! Just great," Linda answered, skipping to where the sand became wet from the cove. She stretched up, arching her back, and spun around, her breasts pushing freely into the air and giving a little bounce with her motion. Juliet looked carefully and frankly over her body, and Linda stopped, looking back at her. The older woman clucked her tongue loudly and shook her head, smiling.
"Is there something wrong?" Linda asked, looking down at her almost perfect body.
"Wrong? You bet. I was recalling what you told me about the only ... the one single sex experience you had with that ... that ... what was his name? David?"
"Donald." Linda provided. Yes. It was kind of discouraging." She made a sour face, then smiled.
"Well, with that body." Juliet paused, looking at her again, "I can't see how someone hasn't given you the opportunity to experience it like it really is. Me, I can't do without it. All kinds! Hut I'm very careful about who lily Uncinates are," she finished, and waited for Linda's reaction.
"Well." Linda hesitated, now alongside of Juliet and walking in a little circle, looking at the sand in front of her feet. "I sure would like to try a healthy experience, but it seems like all the men you meet are either absolute clods or sexed-up animals. I guess I'm not looking for that." Linda paused, looking bashfully at Juliet's striking body. You are obviously one of the most fulfilled women I have ever met. And. incidentally, one of the most beautiful. It must be easy for you to have just exactly what you want."
Juliet was again feeling the pulse beating in her temples. Her thighs were aching with desire. She suddenly stepped close to Linda, moving alongside of her and putting her arm around her shoulders. It was. however, a friendly motion. She began to walk down the beach. Linda walking at her side, her arms clasped behind her. Juliet watched Linda s breasts jiggle slightly and enticingly with each step. The girls breast rubbed against hers. It was tantalizing her to the point of passion. The velvety smoothness of Linda's breast was enticing, but Juliet wanted all of her.
If Linda felt uncomfortable with Juliet's arm about her she didn't reflect it; in fact she seemed to approve of the matronly gesture. She looked up at Juliet and smiled, then went back to watching her feet move through the sand.
"I think we should educate you to several diverse schools of sexuality," Juliet said in a stilted half-joking voice. "How would you go for that?" She stopped walking, and stepped back, cocking her head a little and placing her hands on her slim hips.
"Oh, boy! Are you going to teach me the methodology of sex? Great! What an instructor! When do we start?" Linda asked, laughing gleefully at the idea of being instructed by Juliet.
"Well, as soon as is practicable, I should say," she finished in an Irish lilt. Linda wasn't sure about the implications that drifted through this talk, neither did she dwell on them. She only knew that she enjoyed the closeness of this vibrant woman's warm body and the radiance of her personality.
She glanced at Juliet out of the corner of her eye, looking down at her swelling, full, healthy breasts. She noticed that the nipples seemed darker, heavier, riper than her own, and that the older woman's breasts were firmer. How does she do it, she asked herself. How does she keep this astounding body of hers in such beautiful shape. She sneaked another look, this time glancing down across the woman's flat, rigid stomach and the dark, finely distinguished line of her pubic hair. Suddenly, she felt warm all over, a slight pulsation beginning in her nipples, which stood out darkly on the tips of her untouched breasts. This wasn't a warm feeling caused by the sun. This was a warm feeling much like a low-burning fever encompassing her entire body. She looked away quickly, and suddenly understood how it felt for men to want this woman's beautiful body.
CHAPTER THREE
IT WAS LATE EVENING, ALMOST ELEVEN O'CLOCK, and Juliet still lay on her bed, wide awake. It was warm, and there wasn't much of a breeze stirring. Her mind drifted by spells but always returned to the beautiful girl lying in the next room. Several times she had fought down the urge to cross the hall and talk to her, each time coming very close to doing so. Just the mere thought of how delicious Linda had looked on the beach would send her thighs throbbing with desire. Her breasts would harden, the nipples reacting to the pressure of her own fingertips, driving her into passion. Thinking about the girl again caused a return of the same heat between her legs.
Juliet sat up and threw her long legs lightly over the side of the bed. She decided to get a drink of water and check Linda to see if she was awake. She would be damned if she would lie there all night tossing and turning while that luscious body was just a few feet away.
Linda was drowsing when she heard the faint sounds of Juliet moving past her door toward the kitchen. She opened her eyes and stared through the dark toward the ceiling. Maybe she would get up and get a drink of water. She wished Juliet would come in and talk to her a while. She was lonely lying in the large, dark room in a king-sized bed in a strange house. It was warm, and the nightgown she had originally put on now lay at the foot of the bed on the floor.
Linda lay her hand lightly on her stomach and tapped lightly with her fingers. She tickled a trail down her abdomen to the beginning of her thigh and back up, receiving a slight thrill which brought goose bumps to her arms. She turned on her side, feeling her full, heavy breast lean. She felt a nipple and it responded immediately, pulsing and swelling to her fingertips. God, she thought, I'm sure in need of something.
She heard footsteps softly padding down the hallway, then pausing outside her open door. It was a little too far away and too dark for her to see well, but she detected a faint outline of a person standing there in the doorway.
"Juliet," she said softly. "Is that you?" The figure stepped softly into the room.
"Yes, it sure is. What are you doing awake, Linda?" Juliet asked. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes. Fine. I guess I'm not used to the warmth or something. I just can't get to sleep."
Juliet moved around to stand beside the bed, and Linda half sat up, and propping herself with her arm, moved aside so the woman could sit down. Juliet accepted the invitation, softly sitting on the bed next to her.
"Yes. The heat is a little different down here, especially when there is no breeze. Do you have a fever or something?"
"I feel a little warm, but I think it was the sun I got today," answered Linda.
Juliet moved closer until she could feel the warmth of the other woman's body, and raised her hand to Linda's head. "Mmmm. Yes. You are a little warm." Then she felt the girl's neck and shoulder, and reached around to the center of her back.
"Well, it's not that bad, but I'm going to put some stuff on you. Okay?" Juliet questioned.
"Oh, yes. Your hands are so cool," Linda replied.
"I'll be right back," Juliet said softly, touching the girl's arm lightly.
Linda stirred expectantly when Juliet returned with some cooling salve.
"Turn over on your stomach, and move over this way a little."
Linda complied, and Juliet moved over her and applied her hands to the girl's back, rubbing firmly but softly over her shoulders, neck and back. Her hands tingled from the contact, and she had an impulse to take her in her arms, but for the moment she resisted.
"Mmmm," said Linda softly. "You have such nice hands. You're very gentle." Linda was yielding to the increasing pleasure of the woman's touch.
"Say. Have you ever been properly aroused by anyone? I mean, I know you've only made love once ... no that's right, twice with the same guy and the same bad results. But has anyone ever aroused you to the point where you became very passionate, I mean, really feeling wild about it?"
"No," Linda replied slowly. "No. Not really. I just couldn't get enthused about any of them or what they were doing."
"Well, I was thinking about your little problem and it occurred to me that you might benefit from a little conditioning. You know, introduced stimulation to arouse a response pattern, like they tell you in the books?"
""Does that work? I wouldn't know what to do," Linda said.
"Oh, yes! It works all right. And I can do it to you if you don't mind. It doesn't take much. Why don't you try it?"
Linda thought about this for a moment and decided.
"Sure. I can't lose anything, now. It might really do something for me, although I haven't the faintest idea what your methods are," she answered, smiling up at Juliet's face. Juliet stretched across the bed, leaning her upper thighs against Linda's warm side, and flicked on the hooded night light. She leaned back again slowly, her breasts brushing across the girl's back. Linda looked up at her, watching the dark heaviness of the nipples pass by, and had a sudden urge to caress them. But instead, she lay her head back down on the sheet.
"Move your legs apart a little," Juliet crooned softly. Linda obeyed, and her legs drifted apart. Juliet's breath came harder as she gazed at the luscious body beside her on the bed. She placed a hand softly on the girl's right cheek, squeezing slightly.
"Now relax, Linda, and try to respond and do the best you can."
"I will," Linda answered.
Juliet ran the tip of her fingers over the full mounds of the younger woman's buttocks and allowed them to trickle down to the small of her back, then on up her spine and across her shoulder to the side of her neck. She drifted her fingers to one partially exposed breast and trailed back along her waist, the swelling hip, and on down Linda's brown leg, then back toward her crotch.
"Mmmm. I'm stirred already. You have lovely hands," the girl said, moving slightly, and raising on her right side a little.
Juliet trailed her fingers slowly up the inside of the back of one of Linda's legs toward where it began to thicken into the thigh, dropping lower and lower into the inside of her thigh. She went almost to the top, then put her whole hand lightly down on her cunt, massaging briefly. Linda's breathing became heavier, and she moved her legs apart ever so slightly. Juliet moved over her on the bed, allowing her right leg to drop between Linda's spread legs. She settled on the girl's left thigh lightly, and running her hand up Linda's side, dipped under subtly and cupped her breast in her palm. It felt hot and moist. She rubbed the nipple with her fingertips and it sprang out, quickly swelling.
Juliet was becoming excited, but exercised some of her remarkable control. She rubbed Linda's buttocks with her other hand, and the girl raised even higher on her side, her breathing coming very heavily now.
Juliet moved over her body, her throbbing breasts brushing the length of the girl's side and stopping to rest upon her left breast, which was now fully exposed. She kissed Linda lightly on the ear.
"Oh, I feel funny, kind of weak," the girl said, looking hotly into Juliet's attractive face.
She allowed her lips to drift down and caress Linda's cheek, then her neck then more firmly back to her ear. She nibbles on the lobe, and suddenly, without warning, drove her hot tongue into the ear. Linda responded immediately, turning almost on her back, and Juliet was on top of her, burying her right thigh between the girl's legs, feeling the silky hair of Linda's pussy against her.
"Oh! Mmmm!" the girl gasped. She was hardly able to breath. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by an irrational desire. Her arms went around Juliet's back pulling her tightly to her. Her legs drifted further apart and she squirmed more tightly against the woman's thigh. Heaving with each hot breath, she buried her face in Juliet's shoulder.
Juliet found Linda's mouth and covered it with her own hotly passionate wet lips, her tongue forcing deep entry into the girl's mouth. Her hand worked its way under Linda and pushed in between her buttocks to the wetness of her now flowing juices.
"Mmohh. Juliet! Oh, Juliet!" the girl gasped. Juliet's kissing, caressing lips left Linda's mouth, working their way down her neck and across to her swelling, heavily tossing breasts, encircling a full, round nipple. She kissed it and it blossomed, swelling, and acquiring full rigidity. She took it quickly between her lips, sucking, then biting lightly, and then harder.
"Oh, God! Juliet! Juliet! Yes!!" Linda moaned, moving her hips to Juliet's thigh. Juliet probed into Linda with her finger and took the other nipple in her mouth, tonguing it hotly. Linda writhed up into her, encircling her with her legs. Her arms moved to the small of Juliet's back. Juliet arched slightly, loosening the grip in order to have more freedom of movement for what she must do. Her hot, sucking lips left Linda's throbbing mounds and worked their way down across her long, flat stomach. She moved her body around slowly as she kissed lower and lower, licking the hot, smooth flesh, biting her here and there, driving Linda into almost a complete fury. Juliet's knee stopped next to Linda's face, and she kissed the top of one of the girl's thighs, then paused briefly, before plunging her face between the girl's legs.
Linda screamed as the sharp, hot feeling probed the depths of her wildly raging cunt. She lost all touch with reality and threw her wet pussy into Juliet's working mouth with a frenzy. Suddenly this wasn't enough and she pulled Juliet's thighs around on top of her, kissing and biting her in return, and finally driving her own tongue into Juliet's triangle. Higher and higher her passion spiraled, until she was screaming with ecstasy. Juliet spread her legs wide and, completely taken by surprise with Linda's sudden raging passion, abandoned her whole being to the throbbing rhythms of their two thrashing, tossing bodies, both of them screaming with their agonizingly furious passion. They raged for a long while, and suddenly, almost as one body, clenched each other, their bodies pounding together in a final, quivering lunge, both crying out loudly in the last second of their final fulfillment.
Their bodies completely exhausted, they drifted to sleep in each other's arms. Juliet awoke, however, a short time after, and lay, watching Linda as she slept. The girl had a faint smile upon her lips and breathed deeply and evenly.
Juliet took a finger and lifted the hair away from her face. She looked at Linda's lovely body. She lay back and sighed, feeling completely fulfilled.
Strange, she thought to herself as she began drifting off into a deeper sleep, how this beautiful girl had completely satisfied her; but, for how long, she wondered.
From deep within her came her body's quietly ebbing answer, the faint, strange echoes of her already reborn and unquenchable desire.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON ALAN WAS MAKING his way across the stretch of water between the coast of Florida and Anabella Island, a distance of about three miles. He had rented a small boat from a party that lived on the mainland, and had aboard all his luggage and his typewriter, and the various odds and ends he would need during his stay there. He squinted at the shore line of the island, which was beginning to reveal some of its interesting features.
He vaguely remembered that he and his parents had traveled part of its length on a boat John Morrisey had when he had been there on a visit years ago.
He recalled that there had been numerous bays and inlets with a narrow access to them, and that as a boy, he had been very excited by them, catching only a glimpse through the vegetation or down a narrow channel of hidden nooks and secret-like hiding places like in the pirate stories he had been reading during that period. These memories came flooding back to him now as he watched the shore line of the island carefully, attempting to distinguish some of these romantic hideaways. He was still too far away though. The layout of the island was simple, he remembered. Then he suddenly recalled that John Morrisey had given him a copy of a map that was in his study. He pulled it out of his hip pocket where he had stuck it so it would be handy, and spread it out on the bench of the small boat.
As he looked at it now for the first time in years, he was suddenly struck with its unusual shape, which was not complicated, over all, but not the usual form an island assumes. It was shaped, generally, like a giant sea serpent, Alan thought to himself. Except that it was a very thick sea serpent, and looked like those old time pictures one saw in fairy tale books, with a long, wiggly body, and a raised, arched head.
Morrisey's dock and house was inside a small bay on the north end of the island. The Moores had a home on the exact opposite end, but inside of a bay that was three times the size of the Morrisey's place. John Morrisey knew what he was doing, Alan noted. He had built his home away from the hurricane end of the island, which was the south end, and moreover, his home was on the mainland side of the island, protecting it from the storms and waves roused up by storms coming in off the gulf. This time of year there were thunderstorms with heavy winds several times a week, but the house and its small company of buildings were protected by a low hill that ran in a semicircle around them.
Other than that, the western side of the island toward the gulf was almost an endless, shining white beach, from what John had told him. The eastern side toward the mainland was honeycombed by the small bays and inlets that had caught Alan's boyish imagination years back. The interior of the island had one grown over dirt road, difficult to find and impossible to travel, except on foot. There was a faint footpath left, used by animals and John Morrisey himself, but rarely by anyone else. The road had been built during the war, and the Marines had used the island for maneuvers and landing operations to test their new equipment. Since Morrisey had bought it he had let it return to its tropical wild state, which is the way he liked it. Alan knew that the island teamed with marine forms of life, tropical birds and small animals. It was like a huge private game refuge. Since the island was almost four miles long and a good three quarters of a mile thick in places a person could live there for a long time without even seeing another person.
That suited Alan fine. While he had natural inclinations to mix with people, more often when he was through mixing, he wanted to withdraw to total seclusion, and had done so in the mountains of New York state many times. He was an expert woodsman, and his lean muscle testified to his many cliff-climbing adventures and long, strenuous hikes through rough, back woods terrain.
He smiled to himself. He was getting that old boyish feeling of excitement back, the one he always got when he was looking at an area that he would like to explore.
Meanwhile, while Alan had studied the map, the boat had moved much closer to the shore of the island, and looking up he was struck by its heavy, green beauty, and the contrasting strip of beach that glided into the blue-green tropical water of the Gulf. He was really going to enjoy this after fighting New York City for three months straight, he thought, watching the colorful foliage.
In order to reach the Morrisey home from the mainland where he had friends who let him use their dock, and where the fuel for the Morrisey boat was purchased, Alan had to follow the shore of the island for a short way around the curve of the serpent's jaw, and actually enter what appeared on the map as its mouth, which was the small bay harboring the Morrisey house.
As he was approaching the beginning of the curve of the underjaw Alan suddenly thought he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, coming from inside the island somewhere. He turned his head quickly, trying to relocate the source of the movement. He stared for a few seconds at the blank wall of blacks and greens that the heavy tropical foliage made along the shore of the island next to the beach, and suddenly realized that the light color he was looking at was a space in the vegetation and was the reflection of water coming from somewhere inside, perhaps an inlet, the opening of which he would soon pass. He watched for a minute and suddenly, out of nowhere, a small channel opened up, and he could see all the way back to a small beach curving around out of sight toward the island's interior.
He was some distance out yet, and he was tempted to swing the boat into the channel and explore the inlet, but then realized he would be here more than enough time to explore the whole island, and resolved to become settled in the Morrisey house before he did anything.
Suddenly, he spotted a brown shape, which contrasted greatly with the light sand on the beach of the inlet. It was a long distance away, almost out of sight. Huh, Alan thought, after staring at it for a while, these tropical woods sure have some weird-shaped stumps.
Then it moved.
He slowed the outboard engine to a crawl, keeping his eyes on the figure. It moved again, and as Alan drew closer and closer he suddenly realized it was a human figure. The brown figure suddenly squatted down.
The engine was working very slowly now, and made hardly any noise, so Alan was able to draw fairly close without being heard. He was still too far away to distinguish features, until the figure stood up, that was.
Alan's eyes bugged out of his head, and his entire body stiffened. The side profile he had now told him that the figure he was looking at was the unmistakable body of a well-endowed female! In the nude!
"Wow!" Alan said under his breath involuntarily, as he tried to kill the engine all the way. Instead, he turned the handle up and it made a sudden whining noise. He switched it back the other way, and it choked and then died. When he looked back toward where the figure had been it was quickly crossing the small width of beach to disappear in the thick foliage.
"Damn!" Alan cursed, angered by his own stupidity. No use in turning in there now, he thought to himself, yanking on the starter cord of the small engine.
It whined and bubbled, pushing the boat forward again.
Alan stood up, looking at the spot where the channel had become invisable again, hiding the interior once again from view. "Jesus, how do you like that!" he said out loud to himself, sitting down again and straightening the course of the boat. He looked back toward the spot again.
"So!" He said with a little excitement in his voice. "There's a Siren on the Serpent, eh?" He grinned to himself as he rounded the bend of the jaw.
There was no mistaking what he saw. It had been a tall, long haired, completely tanned, full breasted, young and slim, well-built female body. No tits grew on a stump like that, Alan thought to himself.
As he neared the Morrisey dock he was still thinking about what he had seen and the island intrigued him more and more. Could it be that the place was used during the summer by a bunch of sun loving nymphs; or even one healthy nymph would be adequate.
He resolved that as soon as he got settled-and it wouldn't take him long-he would investigate the area he had seen the girl in.
He smiled to himself.
CHAPTER FIVE
IT DIDN'T TAKE ALAN LONG TO GET SETTLED. HE had a list of things he had to do in order to make the house livable again that John Morrisey had given him, and the caretaker, an old man who had a house on the mainland, had left everything in good order.
All that had to be done was to turn the power auxiliary on, a large diesel engine that supplied lights and other power to the area. He also took off the furniture coverings in the den, where he planned on spending all of his time. He plugged in the refrigerator and put in the supplies he had brought with him in an ice chest from the mainland.
A few more odds and ends and he was ready to check the boathouse. Before he went down to the dock he checked all of the lights in the house, and then the floodlights outside, and then finally, the searchlights on the porch. All the appliances and equipment worked.
He walked down the path to the boathouse and unlocked the door. He wasn't quite prepared for the twin screwed inboard, which loomed over him held up out of the water by a power wench. It was a custom-built boat, longer, sleeker, with more graceful lines than many of the large, bulky cabin cruisers in the same class. He walked the length of the boat, admiring the obvious craftsmanship that went into its construction. Then he started the engine that lowered it into the water. He took off his thin shirt in order not to get it greasy.
After he got the boat out of the boathouse and moored to the dock, he walked back to the house and called Juliet Moore on the local long wave band. She answered after a short while.
"Hello, Mrs. Moore? Is this Juliet Moore?" he said. "Yes, this is Juliet Moore."
"This is Alan Williams, Mrs. Moore. Robert Williams' son, the lawyer in New York? Do you remember me? "
"That Alan Williams ... little Alan Williams? Gracious! Your voice is awfully low. You've grown up ... well, its been over ten years ... Yes, Alan. John Morrisey called some mutual friends of ours on the phone last night and asked them to tell me you were flying down. They called me up and relayed John's message,' so I've been expecting you ... did you just get here?" She paused, waiting for his answer.
Alan's interest rose sharply as he listened to Juliet Moore's deep, lusty voice. There was a vibrance in it that caused a deep stirring in him. He didn't know anything about her, but he had the feeling she was a turbulently passionate woman, if her voice reflected what was lying underneath, that was.
"About an hour ago. I just launched the boat. This sure is a nice place to come to get away from it all, isn't it? "
"Umhmm, I love it, and you can do just exactly what you want here without being bothered by anyone...." she said. There was a brief pause, and Alan considered the possibility of underlying meaning in her statement. "Listen, Alan ... we're going to the mainland tonight to visit, but you're probably tired and want to get settled a little anyway, but why don't you come over and have dinner with us tomorrow night? Will you do that ... and we can get reacquainted, and I'll introduce you to a friend of mine, Linda. How about it?" she asked.
"That sounds fine, Juliet. I'd be very happy to," he answered. And happy to do whatever else you want to do, he thought to himself. But then he remembered she had mentioned another woman was there. Damn! He thought. Three is definitely a crowd ... well...."Yes, what time? "
"Oh, about ... or rather, anytime after six or so," she answered.
"Okay," he said, "it's a date."
"All right, Alan, we'll see you then."
"Right," he returned, starting to say goodbye, then remembering something in a flash, "Oh ... hey! Juliet?"
"Yes?"
"Listen, John tells me there have been incidents of robbery and burglary not too far from here on the mainland. He asked me to ask you about it. Do you know anything?"
"Oh, that. Yes. They stole only essential things, like ... well, guns, clothing, can goods, dried foods, and camping gear ... things they would need to keep away from people. The police claim they may be two convicts that escaped from the Jacksonville State Prison Farm, up north."
"Jacksonville!" Alan exclaimed. "But, that's a hell of a ways away from here. How did they get so far?"
"Well, they supposedly had some help. It took a while for the authorities to figure out how they got away and where they could have gone. It seems one of them is from fifty miles or so up the coast in Fort Myers, but, listen, Alan ... they aren't supposed to be anywhere in this area at all. Those houses that were burglared are way up by Clearwater ... you know, just north of St. Petersburg?"
"Yes, I know where that is. Why was John so worried about his island, then? He even sounded guilty for letting me come down here."
"Oh, listen, John has always been like that. If he can't be right there on the spot to look after things himself he worries all the time. We haven't had even one incident down here in all these years and he still worries. Of course, we both have quite a bit of money invested here, but, still ... well, it's not worth worrying about. We're in the clear, I'm sure."
"Well, the hell with it, then. I'm not going to let it bother me unless something else turns up. I take it you haven't seen or heard anything out of the way then, right?"
"Not one thing, Alan."
"Okay. I'll be over tomorrow night, sometime after six o'clock. All right?"
"Wonderful, Alan. Well see you then," she said. "Right, Juliet. So long."
"Bye, and it was really nice talking to you, Alan," she said in her low, sensuous voice, seeming to emphasize the statement. There was another pause.
"Same here, Juliet," Alan answered. "Bye."
After he rang off, Alan sat at the desk that held the radio and tried to analyze that cool, sensuous voice, but he decided to wait and see. He didn't want to assume anything and end up disappointed.
Meanwhile, it was only three o'clock, and the sun was blazing hot. In spite of the sun Alan decided he would attempt to reach the inlet where he had seen the nude girl by foot. He didn't want her to be warned of his presence by the boat engine again.
He put on a bush hat to shield his head from the sun and changed into a pair of dark swimming trunks and a greenish colored shirt that wouldn't attract attention.
He started off down the beach, which quickly narrowed and he could spot stretches up ahead where the jungle came right down to the water. He realized he had seen stretches like that when he was coming around the serpent's jaw. It wouldn't be as easy as he thought by foot, but he had old tennis shoes on and could wade in the water if necessary.
It took him almost three-quarters of an hour to reach the inlet, and then he had to wade part of the channel to enter it. On the way he had cursed himself for forgetting John Morrisey's binoculars, which he had left sitting on a table in the den after having gotten them out especially to bring along.
He finally reached the beginning of the stretch of inland sand where he had seen the girl, but in spite of his cautiousness in approaching the area he saw that it contained no one but himself. He made his way around the curve toward the area he couldn't see earlier in the day from the boat and discovered the beach ended almost immediately, and travel would be impossible on foot. He backtracked to where he had seen her enter the growth. Her footprints were in the sand, but disappeared soon after. He went into the vegatation a short distance and stood, listening. Hearing nothing and seeing no sign of a clearing around him, he decided to wait until he had the time to explore the area.
He turned around and made his way back to the channel. He stood there looking into the water a while, wondering what anyone would be doing here. Perhaps a female nature lover? Maybe there was someone else along. He hoped not ... that would be two crowds of three on the island, him being the third person in both.
He decided to return to the house.
When he got there she was sitting on the front porch, waiting for him.
At least he thought, at first, it was her. That is, it was unmistakably a she, and it looked like the girl he had seen earlier from a distance. But as he approached the house he could see it was a girl with darkly tanned skin, but dark brown hair, and lighter features. Then as he was coming up the walk toward the porch, he saw the small boat tied to the dock.
His curiosity was aroused. Where did this one come from?
"Hi," she said, lifting a hand to wave at him.
"Hello," he answered, looking at her through the screening that enclosed the porch as he approached.
"I hope y'all don't mind my waitin' here for yuh, but that sun's just dreadful hot out there."
Alan stopped and stared at her through the screen before opening the door. "No, ma'm," he answered, "we all don't mind a bit." lie had locked the house anyway.
He opened the door and stepped in, looking at her. She almost took his breath away. She sat on the divan, one long brown leg thrown over the other, her arms behind her head and her body in one of the most sensuously casual positions he had ever seen. She looked up at him with her green eyes, and for the life of him Alan thought he was looking into the lazy eyes of a cat! But no cat ever looked like this.
He let his eyes travel the length of her body. His crotch started to form a lump in it. She had on only the small recesses of a very slim bikini, brown, like her skin. Her tits were enormous, and bulged out of their slight containers like dark honey pouring over the edge of a spoon. Traces of heavy nipples burned their way through the scraps of thin cloth, large heavy nipples that suited her voluminous breasts. His eyes went across the flat expanse of her stomach and dropped down to her thighs. Traces of reddish-brown hair showed around her clearly traced crack, which showed as a finely distinguished line in her brief bikini.
Well, will you look at this little ole belle, he thought, smiling to himself. He looked at her, towering over her. She smiled lazily back at him, with a gleam in her eye reeking of sex.
Suddenly, she jumped up, sticking out her hand, bending her arm in a feminine way, saying, "Name's Samantha, how are y'all?" she beamed at him, radiating her sex until he became uncomfortable. His cock was trying to rise, but it was caught in his bathing suit.
"Well, Samantha, I'm mighty glad to meet you," he said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly.
"Ohhh, mighty nice," she said, giggling in a velvety rising and falling voice.
Alan was thinking he was in a movie set in Georgia or something. He could hardly bear to look at her. His stomach was doing tricks.
"Yes, and you're Alan, hmmh?" she purred, looking him up and down.
He just stood there holding her hand, then suddenly realizing she had asked him a question, he swallowed quickly and dropped her hand. "Huh? Oh, yes. I'm Alan, that's right. Alan Williams. I'll be-"
"Oh, I know. Your Mr. Morrisey s friend. My granddaddy used to be his caretaker. You rented that there little boat from my uncle. Yes...." she paused, looking him over carefully again, and seeming to notice his bulging crotch. She looked up at him again, smiling.
"I've been here lots. Know this island like the back of my own hand. Lots of nice secrety places around on it," she paused, almost winking at him, and lowered her voice as though someone might overhear, "would y all like for me to show you some?"
Alan coughed and shifted his feet. He was still a little overcome by her sudden appearance.
"Uh, well, yes. Sure. Why not? You mean, now?"
"Or tomorrow, or just any old time," she said, her voice rising and falling musically. Alan stared hard at her large, firm breasts. He tore his eyes from her luscious body and looked at his wrist watch.
"Well, it's a little late today. Why don't we make it some other time? I was just going to fix a bite to eat. Would you like something?" he asked her.
"Sure, honey," she purred. He gestured toward the door and she stepped into the house.
They went into the study, which had a large double bed in it. She immediately sat down on it. He picked the binoculars up from the table and put them on a shelf. While he still had his back to her he tried to adjust the half-stiffened bulge in his swimming suit, but turning around he found she had been watching him. She smiled slowly.
Alan stared at her. Her large tits were rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, but as he looked at them he thought he saw them begin to move quicker. He looked at her face, seeing she was still studying him quietly.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to him, stopping next to him, her heavy breasts almost touching him. He looked down into the dark valley between them and his penis became fully engorged, throbbing beneath his swimming suit.
"Well, baby. You don't have to be so shy. I mean it ain't like we're strangers or something. And, anyway...." looking him over again, "you're too good lookin' and well built to be so shy ... mmmmm," she said, reaching out and rubbing his chest with her palm.
The next thing he knew she had wrapped a firm, brown arm around him and was tilting her face up toward his with her eyes closed. Her huge breasts sank against him, and he watched them bulge against his skin. She nestled a thigh against his throbbing cock, and he felt himself move against her, his blood racing from the pressure of her against him.
Then he took her in his arms and kissed her, and she shot her tongue into his mouth immediately, a hot, molten tongue that knew many subtle tricks.
He returned with his own tongue, and she jammed her cunt to his thigh, making a few groaning noises deep in her throat, and kissing him more feverishly. He let his hands move over her back, and pulled the double bow loose from her bikini top. She drifted away from him, allowing it to fall to the floor, and at the same time, pushing off his shirt.
Alan thrilled at the soft texture of her large, heavy breasts against his chest, and suddenly thrilled again as she shoved her hand suddenly down inside his swimming trunks and grasped him tightly by his prick. It throbbed heavily in her hand.
"Mmmm, wow, baby. You. sure are endowed. Oh, baby ... let's move over to the bed ... I want this thing inside me," she groaned, tugging him toward the large bed.
He suddenly became overwhelmed by desire and reached down, wrenching her bikini bottom off and pushing her back on the bed. She pushed his swimming trunks down, and his huge erection rose outward, inches from her face. She took it between her hands and rubbed it slowly, then kissed it, then took it lightly between her lips.
Alan put his hands on her shoulders and leaned back, groaning. Suddenly, she unleashed her tongue, swirling it around his head until he thought his nerves would crack. She moved her hand up and down his lower shaft in rhythm and he pulled at the back of her head, his whole body burning with a passionate fury.
This was maddening, he thought. He had to get a hold of himself. Lightly, he pushed her away, and down on the bed, covering her mouth with his own. He ran his fingers down her stomach and between her wet hair, through the soft folds of skin into her cunt. She squirmed and moved her legs furiously, moaning. He probed harder, and kissed his way down her neck to a large, ripe nipple, taking it in his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue. Her fingers curled their way through his hair and she humped her hips into his probing fingers, the juice pouring out of her now. She was moaning and writhing more wildly as he stabbed with his hand, kissing his way down her stomach to the edge of her reddish brown hair. The smell of her excited him.
He backed off the bed, pulling her to the edge. She lay with her arms spread out to her sides, tossing her head and moaning loudly now. He kissed the insides of her smooth, tanned thighs and approached her hairy triangle. He could see her pink lips and the ring of moisture they exuded came to him. He paused, deliberately, and she writhed and groaned on the bed above him. Then he plunged.
She screamed in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around him over his shoulders and pushing her wet pussy into his face in a jerky motion. He bit lightly with his teeth, and then probed deeply with his tongue. She screamed hoarsely and began a regular jerking motion in time with his probing tongue, faster and faster. He grasped her cheeks and squeezed, she increasing her pace until she was crying out loudly. Suddenly, she pressed herself against him with more force, and he heard her scream as her orgasm shuddered through her entire body, and she lay moaning. He withdrew his face, and began rubbing her wet triangle with his hand.
She reacted immediately, drawing her legs up, and her body recovering from the first wave of ecstasy.
After she began moving regularly aginst his hand again, he rose over her on the bed, his huge, throbbing shaft moving toward her hairy pussy.
He watched it beneath him until it nudged against her. She froze, gasping, crying out suddenly.
"Oh, baby, now. Now, do it, now!" she said hoarsely.
He took a huge swollen nipple in his mouth and nipped lightly.
"Oh, please! Baby! Now!" she screamed in a low voice. He nudged against her again with his throbbing head.
"Give me it! Give me all of it, now!!" she screamed passionately, her hips twitching up against him.
He found the exact spot and stabbed, driving his swollen cock into her wet, ready cunt more than half way.
"Oh, Alan, baby, Alan. Ohhh!" she screamed loudly, driving her pussy against him. He backed out a few inches, and this time drove into her all the way. She flung her legs around him, writhing and sobbing, and clutching him with her cunt. He gasped for breath, and fought to keep control.
He drove into her hard and fast, again and again until it seemed like a never ending pattern. She grasped him expertly each time, pulling away and flinging herself back against him, opening her legs to feel the full effect of his large cock at every thrust. He moved faster and faster, and she sobbed and writhed against him, her hands grasping his buttocks and pinching, until she couldn't speak any more and just sobbed and threw herself against him. Her pitch rose and she stormed beneath him and suddenly she cried out again, shuddering against him violently. He drove on for a few seconds more, feeling his hot tide approaching, and then it overwhelmed him and he stabbed against her mercilessly several last times, feeling his hot, potent liquid squirt into her. They ground against each other drawing the last of the sensation, she draining him expertly of all she could, and then they lay, exhausted.
Later, they ate in silence, she watching him from time to time with that slow smile.
Before she left she turned to him and said, "I'll be back, baby. I sure do like what you do to me. Mmmm, and I want some more, too."
He took her in his arms and kissed her hungrily, and then she went off down the path to her boat.
Out on the water she turned and waved to him once, and he waved back.
He stared across the now blue water, watching her disappear in the glare the sun made in the late afternoon. It wouldn't be dark for some time yet, he knew.
Perhaps he could start on his thesis. Now that his physical hunger had been relieved. He turned and looked back at where she had disappeared around the bend.
"Wow!" he ejaculated out loud. "She sure can handle it. Talk about a hospitable southern belle." He chuckled to himself. Suddenly, he remembered the mystery of the island girl. He frowned, looking out across the shining water. He turned and looked in the direction of the cove he had been to that afternoon.
Like the will of the wisp; now you see her, now you don't.
He broke into a grin. Dinner with two women tomorrow night. A nymph floating around the island like a ghost. A southern reception committee-he hardly felt like Robinson Crusoe.
Still, the island girl bothered him. He would try again tomorrow. This time much more thoroughly.
Little did he know, that as he went into the house, she watched from behind a small hill not a hundred feet away.
CHAPTER SIX
THE NEXT MORNING ALAN ROSE EARLY AND DID his exercises, special exercises to keep him in shape through the summer months for the karate classes he would continue to take in school in the city. He was already an expert with a brown belt, and would try for his black belt during the coming fall.
After exercising he ate a light breakfast and then put on a beat up old hat, an old shirt and swimming trunks. He picked up the binoculars, locked the door, and started off toward where he had found the girl's tracks in the sand the day before. He was dertermined to find her if she was still here on the island. He realized that the interior was much more difficult to travel in than he had previously supposed, and he had eyed a machete in its sheath in a cabinet in John's den for a few seconds before deciding not to take it, for this time at least.
He walked around behind the house and looked at the map, which told him the trail John had mentioned started over the small hill at its foot on the other side. At least, it seemed to be the place for him to pick it up. It actually started around the top of the serpent's head on the Gulf side, a little way in from the beach. He thought he detected a rough path behind the house leading up over the hill in the direction he wanted to go, so he started up it.
He discovered it petered out almost near the top, but kept forging ahead, making use of occasional clearings to make better progress. He reached the top, but couldn't see much because of the growth. He spotted a large, dead tree with a low branch and made his way over to it, climbing up. This gave him a pretty fair view of the lay of things.
Once he settled himself in the tree he took out his map again and spread it out on the wide limb he was sitting on. He kept turning it around to be sure it was facing the right way. Then he looked around him. He was surprised to find that he could look down the entire length of the island. The first thing he noticed was a higher point in front of him to his left. It seemed to stand guard over the east side of the island, and was located in a large hump where the serpent's chest would be. He was surprised to see numerous smaller islands that had at one time been part of Anabella, but had been separated from it by channels of water. They formed a loose archipelago running a good mile and a half around the large hump starting from the serpent's neck and continuing to the second wiggle or hump about two thirds of the way toward the tail.
He noticed large bays and a few smaller ones, and numerous little inlets running inland all along the east side of the island. He could see the bay where the Moore home was. The entire west side of the island was flanked by a picturesque, white-sandy beach with two large bays and one small one, the beach running all the way around him, dropping over the serpent's head, his snout, and finally coming into Anabella Bay where the Morrisey home was situated.
Looking behind him Alan could see another higher hill than he was on, which seemed to be overlooking Anabella Bay as a silent sentinel.
There was a ring of hills running around a narrow neck of water that extended inland for some distance, but he couldn't tell how far inland because the hills hid it after a while. Everything was covered by a dark covering of deep green jungle-like growth, and while he could see large distant objects, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't see anything that lay near at hand, or distinguish any smaller objects.
He couldn't even see the inlet where he had seen the naked girl. He could see the beginning of the channel, though. He looked down at the foot of the hill he was on to where the map told him the trail ran. It was indistinguishable through the thick growth and might not even have been there for all he knew.
Well, he thought to himself, it's supposed to be there, so I'll crash my way down. He climbed down from the tree. A rush of wings startled him, and he looked up and saw a large bird, probably an Osprey, sail by the tree and turn sharply away with a squawk.
He had seen them sailing around, high in the air, searching for the fish that they preyed on. While he was in the tree he had looked for signs of life or a campfire but saw none. Since it was only nine-thirty or so in the morning, he thought maybe the girl would be cooking breakfast, but if she was, he hadn't spotted it.
Fifteen minutes later he struggled through the brush, sweating profusely. In spite of the early hour the humidity made the air sultry, especially in the deep vegetation. He struggled through into a small opening and paused, catching his breath preparing to go on. He was talking to himself, and swearing at the noise he was making.
"Damn! This is like crossing Panama. I wonder if John was putting me on about the trail. I should have asked Samantha." He looked around him. "Well, I don't have to worry about sneaking up on anyone, anyway. I sound like a herd of hippos running through the underbrush," he muttered to himself.
He happened to look down at his feet, and suddenly realized that he was standing on top of the trail he was looking for.
"Jesus," he said. "If it were a creek I would have drowned." He chuckled to himself, and remembered how he had always prided himself in being an expert woodsman. He turned left and followed the faint, fern covered path through the trees. It couldn't even be seen from the height of human eye level, and he had to feel his way. He kept peering into the tangled growth, looking for any sign of human life. After a while the trail bent toward the south, as John had told him it would. It ran alongside of a small ridge on the right, and soon left the shadow of the hills surrounding the Morrisey-house. He kept his eyes open and suddenly recognized the glint of water. As he approached, he could see through a thinner area of vegetation what he thought was the little inlet the girl had been at. He detoured through the brush and confirmed this, finding her footprints in the sand. He tried to follow them but soon lost them. They looked like they were headed toward the trail. He approached the spot where he had left the trail carefully, and looked at every leaf for signs of her passing. Finally, he found where she came to the trail, and he moved even more slowly. After about fifty yards, he came to a wet area and parted the ferns.
There, imbedded clearly in the soft ground was a moccasin print. She had picked up some clothes then, and footwear.
He moved very carefully in a low crouch, listening to everything, looking carefully at every silent movement. If she was camped near, it wouldn't be too close to the trail, and would be screened by something.
Through an opening in the trees he saw another hill. It was the one that was as high as the one he had just left. He hadn't taken special notices of it because it lay between where he had been in the tree and the very high spot overlooking the mainland side of the island. But now it gave him his bearings. He swung around a corner with the path, then back toward the south of the island, suddenly rounding the corner and seeing the glint of more water. He started on, then heard a faint noise that sounded as though it came from the water's edge. He looked for her tracks in another soft spot, and not finding them, decided she must be nearby.
He slipped through the thick ferns, and worked his way around stands of palmettoes, and in between hanging vines and shrouds of Spanish Moss, finally coming to the edge of the vegetation. The sound he heard repeated itself, but almost directly in front of him now.
He took several more steps forward and moved some moss aside with his hand, peering out.
There in front of him, not more than twenty feet away was his fleeting nymph of the island. There was no mistaking her tall, supple, darkly tanned body. She had a bikini on, a green one, to keep from being seen, no doubt. He took in his breath at the sight of her. She had her back to him and her long hair fell down her back in long, black swirls. She appeared to be cleaning out a pot with some leaves. That must have been the sound he had heard.
The sight of her dark, swelling body was breathtaking. She had long, muscular arms and legs, and the shoulders of a swimmer. When she moved her skin rippled and glowed with health. He stood transfixed, staring at her full, round hips and then she turned around.
Alan caught his breath. Even from twenty feet away he could see the hypnotizing beauty of her dark, deep eyes. They were brown, and large. She was obviously of Spanish extraction. His eyes dropped down to her breasts, which looked like they were struggling to burst free from the slight green cloth that held them. They were full and reaching. He could even feel their nipples would be dark and largely succulent. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
She walked toward him, unaware she was being watched, and bent over, suddenly, placing the pot on a log in front of her. Alan gasped silently, watching as her healthy breasts rolled forward, showing everything but their nipples. She straightened up and walked away from him, passing through the thin screen of vegetation that shielded view from the water.
God! Alan swore to himself. His heart was pounding. This girl had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. He had to know her ... in every way-or any way she would let him. He didn't care. He would take anything she wanted to give.
He fought to control himself. He knew his voice would shake if he spoke now, so he took a few large breaths of air until he settled down a little.
Then he parted the moss and stepped through, following her down to the beach. He didn't want to anger her by startling her, but he couldn't let the opportunity pass either. He had to take his chances.
She saw him behind her before he had a chance to speak, and whirled, in a slightly crouched position, glaring at him for long seconds.
"I'm sorry," Alan said softly. "I didn't mean to startle you. I was just walking on the trail and heard you making a little noise. I thought I would come over to investigate, since there wasn't supposed to be anyone here." He didn't think stretching the truth would matter much.
She straightened up, staring at him, not saying a word for a full minute. Then she appeared to relax a little, and her face lost some of its tension.
"You are the man who is living in the Morrisey house over the hill?" she asked suddenly.
He was surprised by the softness of her voice. It showed no anger, and further increased his desire for her. He couldn't allow himself to concentrate at all on her beautiful body for fear of showing his big reaction to her.
"Yes. Alan Williams is my name. I'm a friend of John Morrisey. I'm here to look after the place for the summer." His heart was beginning to pound in his chest again.
"Oh, I...." she moved her feet nervously, then took a few steps toward him. "Yes, I saw you yesterday with the girl. It was Samantha, wasn't it?"
He showed his surprise. "Yes. How did you know? Are you from around here?"
"No ... well, not any more, that is. I used to live over there on the mainland, not far from Sam's uncle's place. I grew up here, and...." she hesitated, as though she really didn't want to disclose anything about herself, but went on probably because she recognized his delegated authority for John Morrisey.
"I used to come over here a lot. I've seen Sam, Samantha, that is ... I've seen her here; she used to come over a lot with boys. She never saw me, but-" she hesitated again, then went on, "well, Sam's pretty ... "she stopped, looking at Alan, remembering he had been with Samantha just the day before.
"Yes, I know," he provided, smiling to himself at the memory. "Well. How do you come to be here now?"
"I know I shouldn't be ... that is I know it's private property, but...." she faltered, looking at him with a tint of fear in her eyes, as though she were afraid he was going to make her leave. "Well, I'm a marine biology major in school, and I'm studying the marine life of Anabella Island for my senior paper. I guess I should-"
He raised his hand, shaking his head, "No, no ... look. As far as I'm concerned you have my full permission to continue right as you are. Hell," he said, his eyes twinkling, "I'm glad to see someone interested. This is a beautiful place too, isn't it?" He felt better. Some of that old Alan charm was coming back now that the initial shock of seeing her so suddenly and up so close had worn off.
She looked relieved at his words and smiled.
Once again he was almost overwhelmed. She had a beautiful face as it was, but with those pearly white teeth contrasting her dark beauty, and her radiant smile his heard surged once again.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams-"
"Alan," he said.
"Alan ... thank you. I really appreciate that," she said, looking relieved.
"Thank you ... for being so interested in the place. I'm a nature lover from way back, except I'm not quite used to tripping around in all these vines and things," he said, turning and gesturing at the wall of green behind him, "and, I'm surprised you didn't hear me coming over the hill ... I fell almost all the way down it," he finished. She was laughing lightly, and her body moved in a light skip. His pulse quickened as he was almost overwhelmed by her fantastic, natural beauty.
"You're a swimmer, aren't you?" he asked, suddenly.
"Yes. So are you, no?" she returned quickly.
The Spanish intonation on the word "no" was unmistakable. His blood raced through his body. It was the first time he had felt like fainting in front of a woman in his life.
"Yes. What's your name?" he asked, moving closer to her. He could smell her warm, light odor.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Rina ... Rina Alverio," her voice trickled over the syllables like light, melodical tones.
She was going to drive him mad if he didn't get away from here in a hurry! He would do something to blow the whole thing, he knew it.
"Rina ... I like that. Listen, there are some things I have to do, but I'd like to talk to you about your marine biology. I have similar interests, and might be able to tell you a thing or two about them. Would you come to see me ... we could have dinner, or-no! Better yet, let's have a picnic on the cruiser. I want to explore the mainland side of the island, and do some fishing-would you like that?" he asked, suddenly.
"Yes! That would be fun. And I could do some experiments in deeper water, too. Would you mind?" she returned, her face becoming even brighter.
What expressive eyes! he swore to himself.
"Anything you like. When would you like to go."
"Anytime you like. When would you like to go?"
"Anytime ... my time's my own for the whole summer," she answered.
"Tomorrow? Let's start about ten, okay?" he said hopefully.
"Sure," she answered, flicking some sand with a toe.
"Okay. It's a date. I'll see you then. I have to go now," he said, starting to back up toward her camp. She followed him part of the way and then said goodbye, smiling at him. She turned and went back to the beach. He stopped and watched her for a while, his heart pounding wildly in his ribs.
Then he took a deep breath and made his way back to the trail, turning toward the house.
As he slipped silently along the trail, it suddenly struck him that he was hooked. For the first time in his life he had met a woman that rendered him helpless.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HE LEFT AROUND FIVE THAT EVENING FOR JULIET Moore's. He turned the cruiser around and swung out toward the Gulf side of the island. That was the shortest, straightest route. He also wanted to make sure it was clear to navigate in a straight course home by night.
He had been plauged by the vision of Rina's beautiful body all day, and more, by her dark, beautiful eyes, and the soft femininity she radiated so naturally. But, with effort, he forced himself to forget her for the time being. It would do no good to dream, he knew. He would be less disappointed if things didn't work out.
It only took him three quarters of an hour to reach the Moore's bay in the powerful boat. As he entered the calmer water, he saw two women come down to the dock.
He tied the boat and climbed up the stairs. The older woman introduced herself. She was Juliet. Alan's interest in her once again soared as he slyly looked her over as she turned to introduce Linda to him.
He found Linda exceedingly attractive also, and wondered how she came to be with Juliet.
Later, over wine and dinner, after he had gotten to know them better, he found he liked Linda's light, vibrant spirit more and more. He watched her several times as she sat, while Juliet cleared the table, and chatted with him. She was unaware that her short skirt had ridden up her thighs, revealing her long, brown legs. A hot feeling quickened in Alan's stomach. He had been primed by Rina, and now found his member stiffening slightly as he took note of the outline of Linda's breasts beneath the patterned blouse. He could see she had no bra on, and as she was sitting in front of the light, he could see even her dusky nipples. His breath quickened slightly.
Finally, after watching her cross and uncross her legs, showing her silky inner thighs, and after staring at her clearly outlined tits, with the large heavy nipples he could stand it no longer.
"Let's go for a walk on the beach. It's really nice out tonight," he suddenly said.
She hesitated in her chattering, and her face brightened. "Okay. I'll tell Juliet. Just a minute."
Alan walked out to the patio to wait for her. He could see Juliet in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Looking at her excited him tremendously. She did nothing for him on a personal level, but she had a beautiful body for her age, or any age, for that matter. And she was exactly like he had thought from talking to her over the radio ... she oozed sex like she had been born for nothing else. And she liked him. He could tell. He would sure like to get tangled with her in bed, but Linda complicated things ... and Linda was almost as good, he thought. Except she was obviously unaware of a great deal, especially of Juliet's hidden nature ... or was she?
Linda joined him in a minute, but not before he saw Juliet's look after Linda had left the kitchen. She was clearly not pleased. She was unaware that Alan was on the porch watching her, because it was dark. But right then and there he knew she wanted him, and had miscalulated in leaving them alone.
Well, too bad for now, he thought mischieviously to himself.
He and Linda started off down the beach in their bare feet. He put his arm around her and he was pleased to feel her move close to him. They walked along, talking in low tones, and Alan's blood began its usual climbing ritual when he was close to a woman with the kind of a body that excited him.
Linda looked up at him. Her body was feeling a tumult of new sensations, and she fought to bring her excitement under control. She ached for Alan to take her in his arms, but she was afraid to show him it was what she wanted. And her experience with Juliet had confused her, until she had met Alan just that afternoon. As soon as she had looked into his dark blue eyes and felt his quiet, male strength, her fears vanished and her largest question had disappeared. But now the other questions remained. Juliet had broken the dam that had pent up her emotions. Juliet had lowered that unwanted barrier of resistance that she had never understood. But the rest remained. She had to know a good experience with a man, a special kind of man, and Linda's intuition told her that Alan was that man. All he had to do was take the step.
Meanwhile, she chatted quietly, attempting to cover up her nervousness.
They stopped up around the bend, and sat on a level stretch of sand, back from the water near the mouth of the bay.
Alan looked down at her, feeling his pulse quicken, and he straightened his legs a little, taking some of the pressure off his thighs. He pulled her closer to him, wondering if he would frighten her if he allowed himself the freedom he wanted. He was surprised to see her turn her face up toward him, her eyes almost closed, her lips partly open. Her hair showed the light of the half moon, and be suddenly covered her mouth with his own.
She stiffened a second, then wrapped her arms around his neck. He turned sideways, and leaned back slightly, and her body drifted against him, her legs moving apart to fit on each side of his thigh. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and suddenly she exploded into a fury of movement.
He was surprised and overwhelmed both at once, but took full advantage of her reaction, laying on his back in the sand and pulling her down on top of him. He let his hands move to her buttocks, and pulled her into position over him. She moaned, and gave him her own tongue.
He slowly worked her skirt up over her buttocks and then probed between her legs, pushing aside her panties, feeling her soft hair part. Her juice was already running freely, and he entered her hot, wet cunt with two of his fingers. She moaned softly, opening her legs to him.
"Mmmmuhh, oh, Alan ... oh, yes, please...."
He thrust his tongue into her ear, and she began to writhe on top of him, her hips moving slowly.
"Mmmm, you're nice and warm," he said softly in her ear. Her hand slipped in between his legs and tugged at his zipper, pulling it down. She entered the opening with her fingers, pulling aside his underwear, and grasping his throbbing cock in her hand. He pulled her pants down, and shrugged out of his shirt. She covered his face with kisses, moaning softly, and he forgot about being surprised at her willingness to yield. Suddenly, she drew back and bent down, taking his swollen, pulsating erection quickly between her lips. He rose off the sand with his hips with the thrill, and grasping her thighs, pulled her toward him. She bent over him earnestly, moaning, and licking his cock with her tongue feverishly. His whole body reacted, and his primed excitement for Rina had lowered his resistance, causing him to move with faster intent. He wanted her now, and her movements told him she felt the same.
He unbuttoned her blouse, pulling her forward and taking a warm, full breast in his mouth. The nipple swelled quickly between his lips.
"Oh ... yes...." Linda said, leaning forward. He released her and she pulled at his pants. He shifted his weight and they slid down his legs. He placed his shirt beneath him, and put the pants under his legs. Then he pulled her toward him, his engorged cock standing up, her thighs closing around it. She rose and took it with her hand, moving over him moaning and sobbing. He thrust lightly as she placed it against her wet, hairy triangle. Then, grasping a cheek in each hand, he thrust harder, driving himself into her several inches. A low scream escaped her, and she moved her thighs over his shoulders and clasped them tightly against his arms. He pushed her up slightly, and this time drove almost all the way into her, the folds of her juicy cunt parting, his cock sliding into her more easily. She screamed again and grasped his thighs with her hands, rising off him and pushing down hard once again. This time he penetrated her completely, mixing his hair with hers, and she began gyrating her hips wildly, pounding against him with hard slapping movements, moaning and sobbing as she yielded to his large, swollen cock again and again.
He drove up into her with all the fury he could, striving each time to bury himself in her to the hilt. She grasped him with her newly found muscles, and cried out loudly wildly moving up and down on him faster and faster.
Suddenly he felt himself approaching climax, and the fury increased, as he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, and jerked her down to meet him thrusting violently, pounding against her. Each time she sobbed his name, and screamed urging him on faster, harder. As he neared his pinnacle wildly pounding against her in her up and down movement, he switched his bands to her hips, and jerking her into him violently with his strong arms, he could feel her juices running down over his stomach, and dripping on his scrotum. Then in a fury of motion he burst his hot, gushing, liquid into her, as her own body shuddered, and then shuddered again, and she screamed loudly with her own wild orgasm.
She collapsed at his side, gasping for breath, her hand taking his half swollen cock and rubbing its slippery wetness.
"Oh, so good ... so wonderful ... oh, God, Alan, it was so good." She wrapped herself around him, pushing her still glowing triangle against him, feeling the hotness ebb. Then she moaned quietly into his ear.
"Oh, thank you, Alan ... You can't possibly know what you've done for me. Thank you," she whispered in his ear.
They lay for a while like that, talking quietly to one another.
Then as Alan's roaring ears calmed, he realized he heard the low sound of a large boat motor, running at a slow speed, as though to keep the noise of the engine down. He listened and it became louder. He hushed Linda, and they both lay, listening.
Suddenly, he heard voices drifting across the water, and then he saw the dark shape of a boat passing by in front of them. He realized something was odd about the vessel.
It was running completely dark! He sat up.
To begin with, it was against the law. Secondly, it was inside the bay, which everyone in the area knew was private property. Thirdly, from where the boat was out on the water, the lights of the house could be clearly seen, and Alan had just seen the glint of some of that light on a binocular lens. It was just exactly the kind of a thing he had seen dozens of times from shore while on maneuvers when he was in the Marines. There was no question in his mind that the boat not only had no business being there, but was there with an evil purpose. He stood up, brushing off the sand, and putting on his clothes, watching the shadow silently.
"What is it?" Linda whispered below him. "Shhh!" he warned.
It looked like the boat was coming right into the harbor, but at the last second it turned and chugged slowly out again and moved slowly around the mainland end of the bay.
It was difficult to tell who would handle a boat in just that manner. If there had been a naval station nearby, he would have known who to blame. But the manner in which it had been done told him that the pilot, whoever it may be, had some professional training. Still, those convicts were way up the coast-or were they?
When Alan and Linda returned Juliet was sitting on the patio, smoking. She was strangely silent, but not unfriendly. Alan knew she'd had time to control herself. Before he left, however, he was pleased to note that she asked him to fix a portion of her dock, and he agreed to return the day after next. He invited her to come down, as well as Linda, of course, and have supper with him some night.
He left, not having time to think about her cool attitude. He was thinking about other things. For instance, what was the silent running boat looking for? For instance, whoever it was, if they knew he was missing they had a half-hour start on him to the Morrisey home. He quickly started his engine.
This boat could do twenty knots, he thought to himself as he steered it out of the bay. If they are after something, he would make damn sure they thought the Navy and the Coast Guard were coming, with all their lights on and the engines roaring.
He opened the powerful twin screws up wide. The graceful boat jumped out of the water like a dolphin, the engines roaring like a plane.
Suddenly he realized he had forgotten to tell Juliet! Well, Linda would anyway. And if all was well he could call her on the radio when he got home.
He braced himself from the wind, and peered ahead into the darkness. He intended to search the island thoroughly tomorrow. He didn't care to share the island with anybody ... especially a bunch of escaped cons.
Then it struck him! If they were here, Rina was in grave danger!
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE NEXT MORNING HE AWOKE VERY EARLY. HE had spent a restless night. When he had roared into the bay the night before he had seen nothing, and when he called Juliet on the radio, she had told him that fishermen from the mainland often fished in their bay illegally when they knew no one was around. She had seen them occasionally sneaking by in just the way Linda had described to her the night before. This had made him feel better, especially about Rina.
Still, he felt suspicious, and when he loaded the boat for the day's cruising, he was sure to put aboard a rifle and pistol and amunition. He had previously decided to wait to investigate the island. He would do it alone, just in case.
Rina appeared at ten, and they spent the rest of the day exploring the island's outer perimeter on the side toward the mainland. He carefully avoided penetrating too deeply into the bays and inlets. When she questioned him on this point, he explained what had happened the night before, carefully leaving out the fact that Linda was with him. He told her what he knew about the escaped convicts, and his fears that they might be based on the island. She frowned the whole time he was talking. When he was through she told him she had seen the boat just before sundown from the top of the hill behind her camp. It had been moving out of the deep inlet hidden by islands, the one the tall hill overlooked. She repeated the possibility of fishermen, but sounded doubtful herself.
"But you know this area," he said. "Don't you know a fishing boat if you see one? Did it look like a fishing boat?"
She hesitated, then answered quietly, "No, I don't think so." He looked at her quickly. If she didn't think it was, then who would? After all, she had been raised around here, he thought to himself.
"That settles it," he said solidly, swinging the boat around and heading back toward the serpent's head.
"I'm not messing around her until I find out for sure."
"What can you do?" she answered, looking into his eyes. In spite of his worries his pulse quickened. He had been avoiding looking at her on and off all day, because he found it almost impossible to control himself every time he did.
"I can try to find them by land, or I can cruise around looking for the boat," he answered.
"But, that's crazy," she said. "If you crawl around in that jungle following the shore line, you would be looking for them a year before you found them. I know the island intimately, and I wouldn't think of doing that. If you cruise around looking for the boat chances are you'll end up dead because they will have it hidden, and themselves and their camp, if there is one ... and by the time you saw anything it would be too late. You'd be a sitting duck that close to shore on this big, white cruiser, no? If you really think there is something to it, then why don't you call the Coast Guard? The station is only ten miles south of here."
He stared at her, surprised at her somewhat heated speech. She had never even so much as raised her voice at him, and now she was obviously angry.
She answered his look silently, her eyes dark and serious. His heart began its wild thumping again. Her chest rose and fell, her perfectly formed breasts heaving and falling. She had a pout on her lips and her dark eyes flashed at him. Her anger made her even more beautiful than her laughter. He felt a sudden urge to grab her and bury her face with kisses, to tear the scant halter from her breasts and cover her nipples with his open mouth, more! Much more!
But with an effort of will, he restrained himself and tore his eyes from her beautiful body, looking out across the water.
"No. I can't do that. It's possible, well-even probable, maybe-that this hunch I have is just pure paranoia. I should at least try to confirm what I suspect before bringing the authorities in on it. But you're right about cruising around, I think. I don't think they will bother us as long as we don't let them know we are aware they are here...." He looked at her and grinned, raising a hand, silencing her objection, "if ... if they are here. But we have a possibility. The inlet you saw the boat come out of. Supposedly it's hidden, but from your hill it's not ... so-"
"Wait! I know this island ... if you go trespassing around to that inlet you'd better take me along, because there's quicksand all over in that area, and I know how to approach it. Anyway, I'd be worried sick the whole time. I wouldn't be able to...." She paused, realizing she was showing her ture emotions.
He looked at her a long time this time. The powerful engine throbbed heavily. She was looking away, embarrassed, her face slightly flushed beneath its striking beauty.
"I didn't think ... I didn't know you felt that way. I mean, I'm worried about you, damn it! I keep thinking what would happen to you if ... well, anyway, why shouldn't I have a look? After all, I'm taking care of this island, and if there is someone here I want to know it." He tried to look away from her fantastic body again, but didn't quite succeed. His swimming trunks filled into a bulge as he followed her lithe, glowing body, down across her proud breasts to her flat, hard stomach to her navel, then to the abrupt line of her scant bikini. He could see the slight swell of her pubic hair on its mound beneath the cloth. He looked away finally, breathing heavily and grasping the wheel with a death grip.
"I'm sorry, Alan," she said softly, moving close to him. She put a hand on his arm. He wondered if she could see the goose bumps rising on the back of his neck. His thighs were aching with a desire he had never felt before. He knew she was the one for him, but was still afraid he would do something to louse it up. With effort he finally looked at her. His blood raced through his body, and his penis swelled tight in his trunks as her ddep dark eyes regarded him.
Suddenly, she smiled, biting her lip.
"You're very distant, Alan. At first I didn't think you liked me, but now I wonder if you're afraid of doing something I won't like. I wish you would relax ... look at you," she squeezed his arm. "You're as rigid as a piece of steel. Please. Be natural with me," she said softly.
He took a huge breath, letting it out slowly.
"Okay, Rina. I'll tell you the truth. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on, and I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life ... I'm afraid of blowing it, that's all. In short, you drive me insane when I look at you. How you could possibly have remained so unspoiled is beyond me."
When he looked at her again she was still smiling, but there was something different about the smile. It had promise.
He turned the boat into Anabella Bay. "I'm glad," she finally said. "I'm glad that's how you feel."
He unloaded the boat in silence, handing the things up to her on the dock. Then they went to the house. She had already accepted his invitation to have supper with him.
She cooked the meal, and they ate silently.
Afterwards she did the dishes, and he dried.
She volunteered to make some iced tea. Alan showered and changed into a pair of shorts, she joining him later with two big glasses full of the tea she had just made. They sat next to each other and watched the sun disappearing behind the slight rise behind the house. Alan was looking at the striking cloud formations above the horizon.
"Alan," she said softly.
He turned and looked at her.
"I want you, too."
There it was. It was what he had wanted to hear more than anything. But now he felt absolutely weak, and he sat a moment without reacting, trying to pull himself together.
Suddenly, she leaned over and taking his chin with a soft hand, kissed him lingeringly on the lips. Before he had a chance to respond, she had stood up and was already a few steps away.
"I'm going to take a shower, okay? Can I use your bathrobe?" she asked.
"Sure. Help yourself," he answered, trying to recover from the shock of her hot lips. He watched her as she left the room, her firm buttocks moving enticingly.
His cock stiffened between his legs, and he stood up, adjusting himself. He took several deep breaths and then went outside to allow his head to clear. He had to be in control of himself this time ... ultimately in control. If he didn't win her in every way he would be damned.
He could hear the shower running from the porch, and he thought of that beautiful dark-skinned body being lathered by white soap. His cock began to swell again. He couldn't get his mind off of those long, strong legs and how they would feel wrapped around him. He had been dreaming of them ever since he had talked to her. He knew she would be wild and hot, and very responsive. Excitement fluttered in his stomach, and he tried to turn his attention to the horizon, which reflected the last lingering rays of the sun. It was almost dark.
He heard the shower go off, and a moment later her soft footsteps came down the hall from the bathroom. He turned and she was standing behind him in the doorway. He opened the door and was surprised to see she had put on a light, flowing gown. Her dark body was plainly visible through its fine texture, and he felt a wave of excitement course through him as he saw her dark, heavy nipples pushing through the cloth. Her breasts stretched out and upward into taut, full peaks. He could see her dark triangle resting between her thighs, and then he looked no more.
Stepping forward he took her in his arms and crushed her to him. She tilted her head back, her mouth slightly open, and her arms searched his back softly, following his rippling muscles. Then he picked her up and carried her to the den.
The gown she had put on apparently had been left by Mrs. Morrisey, and her dark skin glowed excitingly beneath the thin material, causing Alan s head to virtually spin with passion.
He put her down on the bed, the robe drifting open on her long legs. Alan stood looking down at her, breathing heavily, and her dark eyes looked back up at him, desire burning in them. He reached behind her neck and loosened the tie of the gown, and it began to slip down over her shoulders toward her breasts, twin peaks stretching out proudly causing two large folds in the gown.
Alan bent and kissed Rina's neck, biting it softly in the action.
"Ummm, I wanted you so much, Alan ... but ... "she hesitated. He drew back, looking at her.
"But, what, Rina?" He finally asked, becoming hypnotized by her fragrance. She hesitated and he kissed her on the mouth. She responded, moving tightly against him and moaning softly. Her body felt hot against his own, and he looked into her deep, dark eyes, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs uncontrollably.
She smiled slowly, up at him, and he knew he had positively never seen anything so beautiful before. From the high refined cheek bones of her face that complimented her darkly, beautiful eyes, clear down to her delicate calves and graceful feet, she was the epitome of his dream woman.
"What were you going to say?" he asked her finally, entranced by her eyes. She smiled again, then kissed him on the ear, speaking softly.
"I'm a virgin ... I ... I just wanted you to be gentle with me at first, not that I should have to say that ... but, I guess I didn't think it was quite fair to you."
He rose again and looked into her eyes. The question he asked silently must have shown, because she went quickly on.
"I want you, Alan ... I want it to be you," she said quietly.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily. He found himself wrapping his arms around her, softly, protectively. He was trying to find the words to express what he was feeling.
"I had that feeling ... I guess I knew ... the way you keep to yourself, and," he stopped, looking at her again, "and that quality about you. Like I said, on the boat, remember? Unspoiled?"
She nodded, gazing up at him. He parted the dark hair that partially covered her face, and she touched his chin with her full lips.
"Yes, I remember."
His lips found her mouth again in a sudden, overwhelming impulse, and he made a silent promise to treat her in the best way he could possibly treat her. He would be very gentle for as long as he could ... until she was ready for more. It wouldn't be easy, he knew. Rina had the ability to excite him more than any woman he had ever met, and he was deeply involved emotionally with her as well.
But the way she responded to him showed no fear. She completely trusted him, he knew. She returned his kiss intensely, feverishly, and he pressed his huge erection against her thigh, Rina writhing beneath him passionately, the pitch of their lovemaking increasing quickly.
Suddenly Alan realized that he was breathing heavily, and fought to bring his senses under control. He sat up, drawing Rina with him, and slowly pulled the gown from between them, looking into her dark, exciting eyes. She had her arms around his waist, her hands locked together behind his back. The gown fell to the floor beside the bed.
Alan looked down at her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts, the dusky nipples standing up proudly on the tips of their mounds. His breath caught in this throat as he trailed one of his fingers down across the dark expanse of one of the breasts, out to the dark, stretching nipple. Rina shuddered slightly, goose bumps appearing on her arms. He smiled at her, then stood up, taking his shorts off and dropping them beside the gown.
He stood there looking down at her, his tremendous, swollen erection standing out and upward. Rina looked him over carefully, breathing heavily. Finally, she took his heavy cock in her hand, caressing its tip with the palm of her other hand, then hefting his scrotum and exploring it with her fingers. A penetrating thrill shot through Alan's body. He kneeled toward her on the bed, and Rina suddenly covered his throbbing erection with her mouth.
Alan groaned, taking her hair in his hands. He hadn't expected her to be so instinctively pleasing. Still, he had known she would be a naturally fulfilling woman. She caressed his throbbing head with her tongue, and Alan shuddered with pleasure again. He pushed her away lightly and pushed her back to the bed, taking one of her fully sculptured breasts in his hands. He studied its perfectness closely. The nipple swelled under the pressure of his teasing fingers, and Rina closed her eyes and opened her mouth, tilting her head back in a soft groan as he encircled the nipple slowly with his tongue. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of the succulence of her swollen breast.
Her hands were caressing his erection, sensuously tickling him, and he found it hard to concentrate on her. He ran a hand slowly down across her firm, smooth stomach and stopped at the edge of her pubic triangle, savoring the delicious feeling of her soft hair before he allowed his hand to press downward. Her legs moved apart for him then, as he pushed through her dark, moist hair into the folds of her warm, wet cunt. He probed lightly at her with two of his fingers, and she groaned deeply, pulling his head more tightly against her breast.
He moved his mouth to the other nipple, tonguing it like the other one. Rina was writhing with excitement now, and Alan increased the pace of his probing fingers.
He kissed her stomach, and nibbled her dark, smooth skin in a wandering trail down toward her now wet thighs. His mind was whirling furiously, and the hunger he had developed for her fought with him for what little control he still had. But he was determined to give her the most overwhelming experience of her life. He was determined to have her completely and make her his completely as well.
He nipped at the inside of one of her brown, velvety thighs, and she moaned, grasping his leg, pulling him around to her, and caressing his buttocks with her gentle hands. Her hips were moving slowly in rhythm with his fingers and he increased the pace, tonguing and nibbling her inner thighs.
Suddenly, she took his pulsating erection in her mouth again and began using subtle tricks on it with her tongue. Alan groaned with pleasure, hesitating a minute in his own movements. Then he parted her pink folds and placed his lips against them. He plunged with his tongue.
Rina released him, groaning loudly, spreading her arms outward on the bed, and writhing in ecstasy.
Again and again he probed into her hot, wet depths, working feverishly with his lips and kneading her buttocks with his hands. She writhed and tossed wildly in his hands and began moving quickly to the penetrating rhythm of his working tongue. Faster and faster they moved, she taking him again in her mouth, sucking and tonguing his heavy cock furiously.
Finally, Alan felt she was approaching her climax, and increased the intensity and pace of his probing tongue and working mouth. Rina gyrated her hips wildly, moaning aloud now.
"Oh, Alan, yes, yes! Please, more. Oh, it feels so good, Alan."
She writhed and moved wildly under him, her pace suddenly jumping to a frantic pitch as she came closer and closer to the thing she had never experienced before.
Just as she seemed to explode with a rare fury, Alan plunged deeply with his tongue, and teased and nibbled with his lips, grasping her buttocks tightly in his hand and jerking her off the bed against his mouth in a sudden fierce movement. She writhed frantically and then shuddred with a full, deep scream.
"Oh, Alan, Alan!! Oh, yes, so good. Ohhh!"
Her hips shuddered against him again and again, as she felt the full effect of her orgasm for the first time. It took her a few minutes to slow down as she attempted to draw more and more pleasure from her burning, pulsating body and his slowly working mouth. Finally, she made a slight gasping noise, and relaxed back onto the bed, her breasts rising and falling as her lungs heaved from the intense experience and exertion.
Alan caressed her thighs and lower stomach, still working on her wet cunt with his mouth, and soon she began to react again, more tensely, rising and dropping her legs in a slower motion, and pressing her pulsating triangle against him in slow, firm movements. He knew she would be ready for a full and lengthy experience very soon. He had been concentrating to keep his own desire at a minimum for some time now, but his pulsating erection ached for her wet depths.
She was writhing heavily, slowly and he began kissing a trail up her stomach to her breasts, where he lingered once again, tasting their soft, pliant texture and savoring their full sweetness and the swollen darkness of their huge, heavy nipples. Then, he went on to her neck, probing into her ear with his tongue. She moaned, loudly, as he went on working with his fingers, using every subtle trick he knew with his hands.
Finally, he covered her mouth with his own once again, and moved over her on the bed. She moved a little under him, finding the right position instinctively.
He pressed the throbbing head of his huge, swollen cock against her ready, wet lips, feeling their swollen, eager softness. He hesitated, and she begged beneath him, moaning and tugging at his buttocks with her insistent hands, but he held himself in check. She attempted to move against him, but he moved back with her, staying just outside of her. At last he held her still with his strong arms, and paused, concentrating on the sensation that was only seconds away.
She froze under him, her body rigidly waiting, her mouth uttering passionate moans.
"Oh, please, please, Alan. Do it now. Put it into me now, hard!" she begged, her voice a soft pleading echo in his ear.
"Now, now! Alan! Oh, I want it so badly. Do it now!" He hesitated a second longer. Then he plunged.
She screamed, arching herself up off of the bed, and for a second he thought it was because he had hurt her. But then, he realized she was chanting his name.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!! Oh! Again, Alan! Again!!"
He withdrew and drove into her further than before, feeling her untouched channel open to him, and her juices moving to ready her for the final lunge.
"Mmmmuh, Alan, more ... give me all of you, now!" she begged once again. He withdrew again, and paused a second, her body vibrating beneath him in anticipation of the total feel of him within her. Then he drove into her almost all the way. She screamed aloud, throwing her legs around him, and drawing her hips back, throwing them against him in a fury of passion, crying his name. He began a piercing motion, driving into her, once again commanding the pace, forcing her to slow down. He moved against her like that for some time, increasing the pace slowly, her cries filling the room, her mouth teasing and biting at his shoulders as her body tossed stormily beneath him. He kept his body rigid and moved against her with carefully controlled rhythm, giving her the very most sensation he could provide, and caressing and nipping her breasts lightly, pulling her taut buttocks with his hands and squeezing and releasing in time to his movements.
She moaned and sobbed passionately against him, the height of her pleasure rising again with his increased movements.
Finally Alan decided that he had her at that plateau of sensation where she would receive a tremendous experience and he began to take her toward the end.
He increased his pace, plunging his fully swollen cock into her again and again, simultaneously with his tongue driving into her mouth. She writhed and tossed hotly against him, pulling intensely with her legs and clutching and jerking his buttocks into her passionately.
She rose her legs higher onto his back and begged him to increase the pace. He began driving against her harder and harder and more deeply.
Suddenly, Alan found himself in the grip of a gigantic overwhelming desire, and his entire body turned into a furious, driving pleasure machine. His own groans of pleasure drowned out Rina's and they moved mutually with each other, into each other in one intense common desire.
Alan recognized through the mist of his roaring awareness that he was feeling one of the most intense pleasurable sensations rising in him that he had ever felt, and he knew Rina was approaching her greatest experience too, from the way she was wildly storming against him. The sensation grew, tearing at every fiber of his body, causing his muscles to become more rigid as he gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate upon his movements. Then he lost all control as they approached the final moments of their wild lovemaking. She screamed loudly and he felt her tensing and increasing to an impossibly wild pace, and in that last second her final scream mingled with his own groan as the white flood of his own passion engulfed him and they pounded against each other with their mutual orgasm. She shuddered against him hard, moaning loudly, and they rocked 'against each other for long moments, as she took from him the last bit he had to give.
Later, they awoke in the early hours of dawn and made love wildly again. Alan knew that he must have her totally, permanently. He knew that she wanted it that way, too. He held her close to him for a long while, and then they drifted back off to sleep.
The last thing he remembered thinking was that no one else could possibly ever make him feel this way.
CHAPTER NINE
LATE THE NEXT MORNING ALAN LEFT RINA standing on the dock. He didn't want to leave her at all, but he had promised Juliet that he would return and fix her dock, so Alan decided to get it out of the way so he wouldn't have to return to the Moore home later.
He turned and looked at Rina as he sped away between the swirling, white angles of the waves the bow of the boat made. She raised an arm and waved to him. He waved back.
"Damn!!" He exclaimed. "I don't have any business leaving her here. I should have taken her along."
Well, he would be back as soon as he could get back, be determined to himself.
He had asked Rina to move in with him in the house. She had thought a while before saying she would. She would be closing her camp and bringing her things to the house while he was at the Moores.
Alan hadn't thought too much about the strange boat and his experience of two nights ago, but it had more or less been in the back of his mind. Things didn't sound right, or feel right. He decided he would definitely check into it from every angle as soon as he returned from fixing Juliet Moore's dock. Perhaps she had changed her mind also, in the meantime, and would agree with him.
He arrived about an hour later, having taken a little longer because of stopping at various points along the gulf shore to check what could have been footprints in the sand. His checking produced nothing.
Juliet Moore was sunning herself in the nude on a sun chair on the beach when he turned into the bay. She didn't attempt to cover herself as he moved slowly by toward the dock, but leisurely reached for a large towel, and slowly wrapped it around her. But not before he had seen every bit of her striking body, the large, darkly nippled breasts stretching freely into the air, and her long, slim legs, casually drifting apart so he could see Juliet's golden, smooth stomach and her dark, velvety triangle.
She waved to him and he raised his hand as he steered the large boat against the dock. He wondered where Linda was, and if his presence there would reactivate Juliet's hostility.
She walked down the dock to meet him, her thighs just barely covered by the towel, and her full breasts bulging over the top. The edge of the towel pulled apart, running up her side, exposing a wide crack of healthy suntanned flesh all the way up to just beneath her arm, where she had tied it in a knot. Alan felt the familiar excitement begin to rise in him in spite of himself. He ran his eyes over Juliet's striking body and imagined what it would be like to know her completely, like he knew she would want him to know her.
But then he thought of Rina, and remembered their wild lovemaking of the night before and this morning and he tried to ignore Juliet's obvious openess and hunger.
"Well, Alan ... here you are...." Juliet stopped beside him. She winked, her huge breasts rising and falling, the crevice between them very obvious, the beginnings of the deep swelling fullness showing enough of her to excite even the most reserved man. Once again, Alan detected that inner wildness and hunger that he had felt when he had first talked to her on the radio, and then confirmed during their first meeting.
The knowledge that just beneath that one piece of material was a beautiful female body that hungered for his male touch, and the fact that he could see every bit of that body except the crucial parts excited him immensely. He was tempted for a second to just reach out and snap the towel from around her, and feed his eyes upon her female beauty.
Alan looked away, and threw another loop of rope around the post to stabilize the boat. He swallowed hard, and licked his lips. This wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought. If Linda would only come down and break up this tension that Juliet had such a fantastic ability to create, he thought furtively to himself. His loins were aching fiercely already.
"Where's Linda?" he asked finally, trying to change the mood.
Juliet was watching his face, and she smiled slowly.
"Oh ... she went to the mainland for the day. Shell be back sometime tomorrow. We can get along without her for a while though, can't we?" Juliet twirled her finger around the knot holding the towel, and her golden eyes gazed into his blue ones lazily. Alan felt his pulse take off on a wild sprialing run. Get a hold on yourself, he said frantically to himself. But he had that sinking feeling in his stomach that told him that he was in danger.
Boy, when this one turns it on, she's a regular sex-radiating machine, he found himself thinking as he tried to avoid her hungry eyes.
He reached down into the boat and drew up a bag of tools. He opened it, feeling her eyes upon him the whole time, and drew a hammer and sack of nails out.
"Where did you say the extra lumber for the dock was kept?" he asked her, still avoiding her eyes.
She was standing partially sideways in her own special model's stance, and a naked stretch of skin showed all the way up her side, revealing the heavy underswell of one full breast. Alan's mind began to grow cloudy, and he lost some of his determination.
"In the boathouse, toward the back," she flipped at him, smiling sexily, "you can't miss it." She turned, revealing her full buttocks as the towel Haired out from her body. He caught a glimpse of dark hair between her legs. She started away, slowly.
"I'll fix you something to eat ... you haven't eaten yet, have you," she said, turning around to face him again. He saw her dark triangle clearly this time.
"No. Thanks, that would be good. But I think I'll wait until I'm done with the dock if you don't mind. I work better on an empty stomach."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I can have everything ready for you by then" she answered, flashing an open smile at him. She turned and walked quickly down the dock to the path going to the house.
Alan stared after her for a moment, then took in a huge breath of air. "Whew! What a hot one this one is. Wow!" He gave his attention to the dock.
It took him a lot longer than he thought it would to do the job. More of the planking was rotten underneath than he had thought, and he had to replace a few braces as well. By the time he had finished it was late in the afternoon, and he was sweating profusely, and had become filthy with the grime from the underside of the dock. Juliet had come down several times to check on him. She had changed into an almost transparant light, cotton dress with slits up the sides, and stood and posed above him several times, revealing everything in one position or another. He found it difficult to keep from looking at her. Her large, dark nipples were clearly imprinted in the flimsy cloth, and once she had stood over him and he could see up between her golden legs and clearly distinguish the thickly haired mound defining her moist, healthy vagina. He could hardly tear his eyes away from it, and he became more and more excited as the afternoon wore on.
Each time she approached him, he knew he was becoming more and more vulnerable.
Finally, he had put away the tools and swept the dock off, and was just finishing up when Juliet, who had apparently seen him cleaning off the dock from the house, came down to meet him.
"Well, the worker is finally done?" She surveyed the dock. "It must have been worse than we thought, huh?" She moved her tall, full body close to him and touched his bare arm. He was wearing his swimming trunks, which for the greater part of the afternoon had displayed a very heavy lump in them. The lump once again grew in larger proportion.
Alan wiped his hands on a rag and grinned at her. He was getting hungry. "Supper ready yet? I could eat a horse."
"Sure ... almost ... take a shower, have a drink, and I'll join you. Then we can eat," she beckoned to him with her eyes again, then turned and started up the steps to the house. He followed her, finding it difficult to avoid looking at her taut buttocks working directly and nakedly beneath the thin cloth. The slits in the sides of her dress revealed sections of naked hip and thigh, and several times when the walk turned sideways he could see the full richness of her huge breasts and their heavy nipples pressing against them, with their huge bumps pressing through the cloth. By the time they reached the top of the walk he was breathing heavily, but not from the climb.
They entered the house, and she walked down the hallway, opening a closet outside the bathroom door, and giving him clean towels and a washcloth. Her right breast pressed against him as they stood close together in the small space. She watched him with her hungry eyes as she reached slowly into the closet and withdrew a white bathrobe that must have been her husband's.
"Here. Wear this ... it might be a little small," she hesitated, taking a deep breath and looking his tall, muscular body over carefully, her breathing taking on a heavier sound, "but, I'm sure you can squeeze all of that ... into this." She laid the bathrobe over his arm, and brushed past him, looking deeply into his eyes, then moved back down the hall to the kitchen. He watched her hips sway away from him for a second, then went in and started the shower. It was a large shower with tile floor and an enameled iron bench covered with a fluffy, white cover.
He stepped into the shower after stripping off his dirty swimming suit, and closed his eyes, yielding to the good, sharp sting of the hot water. He soaped himself thoroughly and scrubbed himself several times, then turned the hot water up higher, just standing there breathing heavily and enjoying the cascading hot sensation that poured against his skin. It stimulated him in another way as well. Free from his swimming trunks, and having been subjected to Juliet's fantastic sexual energy for the better part of the afternoon, his cock began to engorge, and swelled full, and upward under the sensation of the hot water. He sighed, realizing that his sexual appetite never seemed to slacken, not that he didn't enjoy the advantage this gave him.
He began thinking about Juliet's body, and the glimpses he had caught of it off and on during the afternoon, and he suddenly felt a surge of powerful hunger for her golden legs to be around him, and for one of those heavy nipples to be in his mouth. He could feel her pubic hair curling around his fingers, and imagined how she would move heavily and expertly against him. His erection became tremendous, standing out and up from him, completely free.
With that beautiful body in the same house with him Alan thought to himself, he would never be able to rest.
He either had to get away or have her, but he was stuck for dinner, and so he could hardly get away.
Her eyes told him that she would be inexhaustible, that she would want him again and again. He didn't think he wanted to go through that, especially since Rina was waiting for him.
If only Linda had been here! Then it ocurred to him. He realized that Juliet had arranged this whole thing! He had a new sinking sensation in his stomach, but along with it, his whole body began to throb with a violent desire.
He reached down and touched his throbbing erection, then he raised his arms over his head and stretched.
His frame tingled with anticipation and he turned the water up even hotter, allowing himself to yield even more to the tingling sensation the hot spray gave him.
Then Alan opened his eyes and saw Juliet standing only five feet away from him. She was staring at him through those golden eyes of hers. Her body was entirely naked, and those dark, heavy swelling nipples strained toward him, crying out to be taken by his mouth.
She looked at his tremendous swollen cock for a moment, then with a slow smile, moved slowly toward him until she was under the water, her golden body vibrant with fierce desire.
For a second they just stood there looking at each other, gathering in the readiness and fullness of each other's bodies. Then Juliet slowly lifted her arm and closed her hand around his round, hard cock and moved against him, pressing it against her stomach. She lifted her other arm slowly and curled it around his neck, tilting her head upward and backward, pulling his head down to one of her breasts.
Slowly, Alan slid his hands around her buttocks, spreading apart the space there, and he drew back his throbbing, erect penis and nudged against her golden, thick hair, pushing against her cunt with little, probing movements. Juliet's mouth opened, her tongue sliding out across her lips sensuously. A groan escaped her, but he could barely hear it over the sound of the swirling shower. He looked down at her through the hotness of the steam. Her head was back, her long delicate neck begging for his mouth, her own mouth open. He probed against her, feeling her triangle part, ready for his heavy cock. He bent, licking her neck, then licking down to a breast, taking a nipple in his mouth. It exploded into life, pushing between his lips eagerly. She lifted a hand, pushing its billowy fullness up into his face, and he opened his mouth wider, trying to take as much of it as she could force in.
Then one of her hands moved behind him and probed. He felt a thrill as she expertly pulled at his scrotum, and probed with her fingers.
Suddenly, he pulled her roughly against him, and she allowed him to pull her up his hard, strong body until she was in a position over his stretching cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he allowed her to sink slowly down. He felt her soft nest move against him finally, and he drew away from it as it moved lower and lower.
Then he stabbed hard, driving his throbbing shaft into her cunt almost all the way.
"Ohhh, ummmuh! Oh, wonderful ... my beautiful man! Again!!" she demanded, groaning loudly through the roar of the shower.
He backed out and stabbed into her harder, and she opened herself, then clamped solidly on him, vibrating her cunt up and down his shaft several times.
He withdrew almost all the way, clutching her buttocks hard with his hands, and then drove into her with all his might. She screamed.
"More, more! Alan! Alan! Faster! Do it again!! Again!" she chanted into his ear over and over. Each time he drove into her until they were pounding against each other furiously under the hot shower. She was rising quickly to her pitch, but Alan knew there would be much more, and let himself go. She slid up and down his hard cock, and they clutched each other in the wet shower, Juliet screaming with ecstasy as he jammed his erection into her again and again, faster and faster until he felt her switch to that frenzied desperate level he was approaching himself. Then they were there, and he reared back powerfully, and stabbed violently into her dripping cunt, barely hearing her scream of final passion over his own loud groan. They throbbed against each other, and suddenly he felt her grasp him inwardly, and tugging at his still erect cock, playing more stimulating tricks on it. He felt himself come fully erect again.
Alan took her like that over to the bench. Juliet kept groaning and biting his shoulder.
"Don't take it out ... keep going, lover! More! Let's do it more, more!!"
He set her buttocks on the bench, kneeling against her. She leaned back against the tile wall, then lay down on the bench, her buttocks hanging over the end of it, and Alan began driving into her again violently, feeling her pull his cock with her cunt and release it again and again. She was screaming loudly now, and begging him to move faster and faster. He complied, allowing her to make her own pleasure, until finally they reached the climactic pitch and pounded against each other, finally driving themselves violently together and collapsing. Juliet slid out from under him, and pulled him with her back under the shower, where she pushed him back down so that he lay on his back.
She took soap and soaped his half swollen member, then clutching his buttocks, covered his face with her golden triangle, jamming its hairy wetness against his mouth. He drove his tongue into her, and again she began to writhe, this time on top of him.
She took his newly rising cock in her mouth and sucked and pulled, jerking on its lower shaft, and urging him on with her tongue. He bit and sucked until she reacted violently once more, throwing herself into him. They began feeling the end approaching again and worked furiously to keep together. Juliet began gasping and uttering low screams in her throat, and he threw his hips into her as she attempted to take all of him in her mouth. He gave her all of his tongue again and again, nibbling and using his lips until her cunt was vibrating in a delicious frenzy. Then they were there and he felt her shudder as she released her juices to him, and at that instant he felt his hot liquid travel down his throbbing shaft and he groaned, pulling her cunt against his mouth. Juliet shuddered again, and then screamed, sucking him until he had no more to give her. Then she moaned and fell back onto the tile.
They lay a while, recovering from their mutual experience, and then, finally, Alan got up, looking down at her.
He reached down and helped her to rise beside him. She sagged against his shoulder, and moaned into his neck.
"Mmmuh, oh, Alan! That was the most satisfying experience I have ever had. You make just the violent sort of love that I need. Wow!"
He looked down at her relaxed face, and suddenly remembered where he was.
"Can we eat now?" he asked.
"Of course. Mmmmm, I'll sure be hungry now," she answered. "It's all ready."
She left him and went into her bedroom, toweling herself dry and changing into a fresh cotton dress.
He dried himself, and pulled on the clothes he had brought with him, worrying to himself about the fact that Rina would be waiting at the house for him.
It really shouldn't matter, he thought, but, still, he should have thought of her first instead of his own never ending sexual appetite.
Juliet had been good, but she was like a demon; she was all body and orgasm, without any warmth.
Rina had that warmth. Rina really had it ... more than anyone. And like a fool he had been taking Juliet in the shower when he could be on the way to the woman he wanted more than anyone else.
"Ahh!" Alan swore to himself, "Quit the blabbing to yourself, and let's go!" He combed his dark, curly hair in the mirror, and then walked down the hall to eat.
A half hour later as he was roaring down the island toward the Morrisey house and Rina, he couldn't help an uneasy feeling he was having. It would be dark within an hour. He looked at his watch.
There was absolutely no reason for feeling this guilty ... or for feeling this worried he thought to himself.
But he couldn't shake his intuition.
CHAPTER TEN
ALAN WAS MOST ANXIOUS BY THE TIME HE MOVED into the Morrisey Bay. If he could have, he would have made the boat move faster, but he was already going at top speed. For some reason, however, as he neared the turn around the top of the Serpent's head, he forced himself to slow down to lower the huge engine's noise to a minimum.
Just exactly what he was afraid of he didn't know. He still thought there was something going on on the island, and he knew if this was true, Rina could be in danger, but still, he had no justification for this fear ... not yet, anyway.
He secured the boat, and walked quickly up to the house. As he neared the porch, he was relieved to see the shadow of a girl sitting on the porch. He almost started to speak to her. Then he realized it wasn't Rina. It was Samantha!
"Hiya, baby. Boy, Samantha didn't think you were ever going to show. Where you'all been?"
"What are you doing here," Alan blurted out, his fears returning in a rush.
"Huh? Well, baby ... is that any way to greet a female friend who's come all the way...."
"Where's Rina ... did you see her?"
"What? Rina who, Alan ... I didn't see anyone. What are you talk-"
"Rina. Rina Alvirio! She was supposed to meet me here. She should have been here hours ago. You didn't see anyone?" Alan asked, becoming very exasperated.
"Rina Alvirio-" Samantha stood up, staring at him. "How do you know her? I haven't seen her for years. No, there ain't been a soul here except me, and I-"
"Did you hear anything-a boat going by ... gunshots, a girl screaming ... anything at all?"
"No, baby ... I didn't hear a thing. Why ... what's happened?"
"I don't know," he said, nervously pacing the porch. Then he said suddenly, "I have to go find her ... just a minute ... you have to come along. We might have to go to a place on the island that I might not be able to find by myself, so you have to go along."
"Wait a minute, Alan! What are you talking about?
What's wrong?" she asked, her face showing surprise.
"She may be in danger. I think that those ex-cons arc hiding out on this island, and she was supposed to be here. It's just possible that they've found her and have her!" he said fiercely, looking at her.
"Ex-cons? You mean those guys that escaped from Jacksonville? But they're supposed to be-"
"Never mind that. I have reason to believe now that they're here. At any rate I'm sure as hell not taking the chance. Are you coming or aren't you?"
"Well, if there's a chance ... yes, of course. Sure, Alan," she said, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the thing. But Alan was already halfway inside the house going toward the den. He picked up a rifle and a pistol and the shells he'd had on the boat. He also picked up the binoculars and a powerful light, and then walked back to the porch. He set them down and took the map of the island out, spreading it out on the divan.
"Look." he pointed to the spot where Rina was camped. "This is where she was camping. And over here is where I think these jokers might be. Is there any access from this main trail to this deep inlet where I think they are? Is there any quick way of getting there?" He pointed to the spot. Samantha frowned down at the map. The light was bad, because the sun was starting to set. Alan turned on the flashlight.
"Yes." She pointed. "There's a trail running through here ... not as good, but passable. It goes almost to that spot there." She pointed at the spot where he had indicated he thought the men would be.
"But, Alan ... at night ... I don't know. It's going to be pretty rough, and you-"
"Never mind. We have to go." He folded up the map, and looked at her. "Do you have a pair of slacks or something? Your legs will get torn up like that."
"Yes. In my boat." She straightened up. "I'll go put them on," she said, looking serious.
"Hurry up!" he answered.
She went out the door and down to the dock.
He arranged the equipment, fixing a sling to the rifle and putting the holster for the handgun on his belt. Then he picked up the light and stepped off the porch, meeting Samantha on the walk. Without a word he started toward the rear of the house where he had gone up the hill to reach the trail before.
"No. This way. It's easier and quicker to walk around the beach and get on the trail from there on the Gulf side."
He hesitated. "Okay. You know the way. The quicker the better."
She started off and he followed.
They found the beginning of the trail and it only took them ten or fifteen minutes to cross the end of the island and reach the spot where they would have to leave the trail to get to Rina's camp. Here he took the lead, and stopped, listening intently in the darkness for sounds. They hadn't used the light much, and he had covered it so it would only shine over a few feet to keep them on the trail. There were no sounds, so he started toward the little inlet where he knew her camp would be.
They approached the area stealthily, and the last few feet he forced himself to cross silently. When they were almost there he whispered in Samantha's ear to wait for him where they were standing, and if she heard sounds of a struggle to get away as quickly as possible.
Then he moved quietly forward until he was again on the other side of the thick mat of moss he had watched Rina from behind before. He stopped, listening for a long while, hearing nothing.
Finally, he stepped out and switched on the light.
At first he didn't see anything, but then he noticed that all of her equipment was gone! He searched the ground carefully, but could detect no signs of anything unusual having ocurred. He shut the light off and stood in the darkness a moment, his mind working furiously. What could have happened? Where the hell did she go?
He still had to check the sand next to the inlet.
He stepped over the log between the opening and out to the sand and walked a few steps. Then he stopped, and covering the light carefully, switched it to a spot immediately in front of him.
He took in his breath suddenly. There in the sand right in front of him was the solid imprint of a heavy boot! The day he had been here he had been wearing tennis shoes! He braced himself, then walked slowly forward, listening carefully while he watched the ground. Suddenly, beyond the lighted ring of the flashlight he saw dark shadows of furled sand. He shone the light on them and there in the recording sand was the entire story.
There had been a struggle, and they had dragged Rina a distance, her apparently fighting the whole way. Then the scuffled sand stopped, and he was looking down at the dark spots of recently coagulated blood!!
"Son-of-a-bitch!" he said hoarsely under his breath. His heart started beating wildly, and his senses reeled. He fought desperately to control himself.
If they had harmed her, he thought wildly to himself, he would hunt them down and kill them!
There was only one thing left to do. He would take Samantha to where he thought they were camped, and then if they were there he would send her back to radio the police and Coast Guard. The signs in the sand were very recent, not more than an hour and a half to two hours old, he thought. They wouldn't leave that quickly, if they left at all. So they must be there at the inside of that inlet. They had to be there. If they weren't....
Alan didn't want to think about it.
He checked the rest of the sand down to the water. A boat had been pulled up on the beach there. The foot prints went down into the water and he could see where they had lifted her up over the side of the boat.
He didn't think they had killed her. He shuddered at the thought, but forced himself to inspect the beach carefully for an ejected shell or another sign. He found none. More than likely they had knocked her unconscious.
He turned quickly and ran back to the spot where Samantha was waiting. She examined his face with a fearful expression on her own.
"What's happened, Alan?"
"They've got her, all right, the bastards! They took her aboard their boat. I'm sure that is the place they are hiding! It looks like they knocked her out ... at least, I hope-" he didn't care to finish the sentence.
"Let's go call the police," Samantha said, her voice indicating she was very frightened.
"No! You have to lead me to their camp. If they are still there, then you can return and call the police and the Coast Guard. Here-" he yanked the map out and spread it open, shining the light on it. He then took out his pen and circled the spot. He read the latitude and longitude and wrote the coordinates down on the map next to the area. "I'm doing this now," he said, hoarsely, as he rechecked the figures, "so we don't have to use the light once we are there. Then you take the map back and give the police the coordiantes and make them verify which inlet it is on the map. Got that?" he looked at her intensely through the darkness rimming the edge of the flashlight. She nodded, and he handed her the map. She stuffed it inside of her bikini top, which was under a shirt she had thrown on.
"Don't you need the map to find the trail going their way?" he asked.
"No. I know where it is," she answered.
"All right. Let's go!" he said, his tone of voice reflecting his worst fears. She stared at him a second.
"Alan ... you must really care about her. I hope this turns out all right," she said softly.
He relaxed for a second and smiled at her. "Thanks," he said, but he didn't sound any less worried.
He followed her out to the trail and down it toward the point where they would again separate. They walked stealthily and in silence. Alan was relieved to note that Samantha knew how to move in the darkness. Occasionally, he turned the light on to keep them from losing the path. In another twenty-five minutes they had reached the other path.
He couldn't distinguish it at all, but Samantha was positive it was there. After they had turned off from the main trail and had traveled a hundred feet or so, he finally saw that she was right. Finally, she stopped.
Placing her mouth against his ear she said softly and clearly, "In a little while the trail goes up between two little hills that are part of a ridge that surrounds the inlet. That's why it's so hard to see from the rest of the island. The hill to the right is a place I used to go with a friend I once knew." She hesitated, and he nodded. "We discovered a tiny path made by small animals that goes to its top. I think we can see their camp from there if they are next to the inlet." She looked at him through the darkness, and he returned her gaze.
"Okay. Well try it. Better not get too close unless we can't help it," he said quietly, trying to control the rage he was feeling. His voice shook slightly and gave him away. In the darkness, she reached out and squeezed his arm. He turned as he was leaving. 'Thanks," he murmured hoarsely.
Over and over he thought the same thing to himself. If those sons-of-a-bitch have harmed her III hunt them down one by one and kill them.
He paused, getting a good hold on himself. He didn't want to make a mistake himself and be responsible for blowing a chance to rescue her. The thought sobered him up. His mind cleared, and his body, though it remained tense, lost its rigidity. He turned into a cat-like figure, stealthily slipping through the black night. , Samantha slipped along behind him, doing her best to match his stealth and speed. After about ten minutes, Alan felt her tug at his sleeve. He turned, placing his head close to hers.
"The rise is only a few yards up there." She pointed in the direction they had been going. "I'll tug on you again, and then turn off. You follow me up the hill to the top. There's a large stump there we can climb up on to look around. It's above the tree level, so we should be able to see-if I remember right."
He nodded, and then continued on. Within a short distance the ground rose sharply through the ferns and climbed to a little saddle between two huge, dark shapes that he knew to be the hills she had mentioned. He felt her tug on him again, and turned to see her slip sideways off the trail into the thick growth. It was very difficult to walk through, and several times she slipped and nearly fell and he had to catch her. They would wait then, listening to sec if there was any answer to the noise they had made, telling them they had been discovered. Several other times, Alan stopped her to listen, just in case the men they were looking for happened to he making any noise. The jungle was silent. The carpet of growth deadened all sound.
Once or twice on their way up the hill they heard small animals run off through the undergrowth, and Alan would start; his body was keyed to a high, intense pitch, all of his ability and woodsmanship tuned to every noise and shape around him.
After a few minutes they reached the top and broke into a very small clearing. A few paces later he saw the huge, dark shape of the stump she had mentioned. It loomed over them like a gigantic type of jungle animal, crouched, ready to kill. They couldn't see anything because of the growth around them, but looking up Alan could see the sky and the stars and a certain perimeter of space. Perhaps if they climbed the stump they would be able to see.
Samantha led him around the base of the stump to where one side had rotted away, and they could climb easily up its slanting length. She let him go first.
He moved carefully, taking firm footing and pulling himself up with his hands. He had placed the binoculars inside his shirt so they wouldn't swing around. Quietly, he warned Samantha to be careful. If they heard them make noise from here, they would be alerted and everything depended upon them not knowing that he and Samantha were anywhere around.
As he pulled himself up the huge structure, he could see the lights of the mainland, then the opposite, towering hill across the inlet, the one they would be using for a lookout-if they were there ... he cursed himself for not returning earlier like he had planned. But it was too late to be sorry now. They had better be there, was all he could think, as he went on searching for the handholds. If they weren't, he was sunk. He wouldn't know where to start.
He knew he was high enough to look down into the inlet now, but put it off until he was at the highest point of the stump. He turned around at the top, settling, and pulled Samantha up beside him. She was breathing heavily, and plopped down, just below his feet. Alan kept looking at the slight light patch her face made in the darkness as he tried to bring his binoculars free of his shirt. Then slowly he raised his head and looked around.
Samantha had been right! He could see clearly the reflection of the inlet, and the moon gave a slight light though it was just above the horizon.
Alan carefully scanned the edge of the inlet, first on the opposite side, then on his own side, moving his eyes slowly out toward the open water where the islands hid the inlet's mouth.
Suddenly, he saw a slight reflection of light. He raised his glasses on it. It was too small. He couldn't tell whether it was coming from the water or from some other source. Maybe if he moved, he thought, his view would change. He rose higher on the stump, bracing himself on the last piece of wood extending out over the canopy of foliage below him. If he fell off, he thought wryly to himself, that would be the end of it.
Slowly, he raised the binoculars to his eyes, and looked right down their hollow tubes through their lenses at a campfire surrounded by three crouching men!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ALAN SWORE TO HIMSELF SOFTLY, AND HE stared for a long while through the binoculars at the small group of men huddled around the fire immediately below him.
They were there! was all he could think over and over. His heart began crashing against his ribs as he realized the worst was still to come.
Quietly, he bent and told Samantha that the men were just below them, back away from the inlet. He pulled her up and she stared through the binoculars for a few minutes.
"Alan!" she suddenly exclaimed softly. "I think I see Rina! I-look! Wait until the fire sparks up a little from the wind."
He took the glasses from her and stared. A small breeze suddenly fanned the little fire into added brightness.
There was no doubt about it! Rina was lying on her side with her hands and feet tied.
After having marked the spot of the fire and questioning Samantha about the best approach to the small clearing they stood on the trail again, between the two small hills. They were less than a quarter of a mile from the men around the campfire.
"It will take you half an hour to get back if you use the light. Be careful to shield it. They can't see you from where they are, so hurry! I'll wait until I hear the Coast Guard coming unless I see an obvious chance to get to Rina-"
"Don't do anything crazy, Alan. You could get yourself and her killed. If those are the men that escaped from Jacksonville, they probably won't stop at-"
"I know all that," he said hoarsely. "Do you know how to use the radio?" She nodded that she did.
"All right. Get going," he said, after taking a deep breath. She looked at him a second.
"Good luck," she whispered, suddenly stepping up to him and holding him tightly.
"Thanks. Same for you." Then she slipped away into the darkness.
Alan stood for a few moments until his solitary night senses returned to him, then moved slowly and carefully down over the knoll toward where the men were waiting by their fire. This would be the biggest piece of woodsmanship he had ever attempted, sneaking through tropical growth on a dot-lined trail he had never been on before to approach three or more desperate men that were probably as wary of night sounds as any wild animal.
He spent almost the entire half-hour it would take Samantha to get back to the house and get the police on the radio to move without making any noise toward the clearing. He had bound his rifle tightly to his back and leg to prevent it from catching on limbs. His gun was in his right hand with extra shells in a clip in his pocket within easy reach. It was a .45 caliber automatic. He was thankful he had it. In the dark at close range the rifle would be next to useless.
Suddenly, a twig snapped under his foot. He froze, listening intently into the darkness. There was no sound.
Again he carefully moved forward, coming around a large, thick growth of vegetation. He paused, trying to hear if there had been any reaction to the noise he had just made, but everything was quiet. He took a few more careful steps, staring intensely through the dark. They had to be very close. He had the feeling he was almost on top of them.
Then he heard a light, popping crack just to his right, and in front, slightly below him. He froze again, sure of what he had heard. Several minutes later he just started to move and heard it again. He recognized it immediately this time as the crackling of a fire. Several steps later he saw the whole scene appear suddenly.
The fire was directly in front of him, about thirty yards away. There were only two men in front of it now, the other having apparently gone down to the boat. Alan wondered who the extra man was. Probably the relative one of the ex-cons was supposed to have up near Clearwater.
He could hear the men talking in low, guarded tones.
Quickly, a plan began forming in Alan's mind. He stooped and took the rifle off his back, lying it beside the trail. He carefully noted the spot with a sharp clump of bushes the trail dipped around before it started up the hill. The rifle was loaded and he had extra shells in his hip pocket.
He moved stealthily a few more feet down the almost indistinguishable path to an area that looked like it would allow him access to the side of the fire that Rina was on. He slipped into the vegetation at the side of the trail, never taking his eyes off of the men and the fire. Several times he had seen Rina's head move slightly. His heart was pumping wildly, and he paused a few seconds to gather his senses.
A gruff word from one of the men at the fire reminded him that this was all for real. He began moving silently again, being very careful where he placed his feet. He was drawing even closer to the fire, while moving toward the left at the same time. He could hear the water now, lapping at the bottom of their boat, and he knew he wasn't far away from the low area that would provide him with adequate shadow to creep within a few feet of Rina.
His foot suddenly sank into ankle-deep water. He skirted the edge of it, as he became shielded by some growth rimming a little cover of the inlet that ran along one side of the men's camp.
He reached the bank, the backs of the men still toward him. They had moved around a little bit, placing new wood on the fire. Alan crawled on his hands and knees toward the slight rise that hid Rina. She was between him and the men now. His breathing had become heavier and his heart pounded against his ribs, and once again he stopped, taking several deep breaths. He peeked over the edge of the bank, and the sight of the two men up so close caused a reaction in him. He got mad.
What right, he asked himself, do these bastards have in endangering the life of an innocent girl, his girl! He stared at them a second, his mind clearing into a deadly feeling of purpose. If they even looked like they would move in the wrong direction he would shoot them without hesitation. As he was thinking this, he took out his knife and opened it, then he crawled up the bank behind Rina's dark shape.
She had heard him Coming, and was lying stiffly, expecting some kind of animal to appear beside her. Since they were ten feet from the fire he couldn't speak to her, but he deftly reached out and cut the rope, first from her wrist, then from her legs, hoping she would know enough to stay in one position and try to work the circulation back into her limbs.
Then Alan backed down the bank and slipped away from her. If there was any shooting, he didn't want Rina in the way, but he had to take a chance and cut her loose, just in case there was a gunfight. Then she could escape on her own, while he distracted them. But he planned on doing much more than that, if possible.
The Coast Guard would box the inlet in, he knew. The men would try to escape across the island. If he had to shoot them down, they weren't going to endanger anyone else on the island. He reached the trail again quickly, and looked at the luminous dial on his watch.
Forty-five minutes! Soon things would blow wide open. The Coast Guard and Harbor Police were on their way by now. It would only take them fifteen minutes more to arrive. He wanted to be gone with Rina by then. He stared at her dark shape again from the trail. She hadn't moved. Good girl! he thought to himself.
He had to time this right. He had to wait for the sound of the police boats to arouse the men. He moved closer to the clearing and stepped off the trail, crouching to wait. His right palm was sweating agains the handle of the Browning. He sighted down the barrel of the gun at one of the men to see if there was enough light. He had just remembered that the third man hadn't returned, and he wondered what was taking him so long.
Then he heard the rustle behind him, and had just started to turn.
But the gun was already against the back of his head.
"If you move I'll blow your head apart," the coarse voice said.
CHAPTER TWELVE
EVERYTHING AFTER THAT SEEMED TO ALAN TO BE happening to entirely another person, while Alan just seemed to watch. He only knew that from the instant that the cold gun barrel touched the back of his head, all of his senses became ultrasensitive, and everything came to him in a flash. Alan's whirling mind considered several possibilities at once.
The third man hadn't gone to the boat, he had gone looking for the source of the snapping twig, the one Alan had stepped on. If the man had been standing off the trail waiting for someone to come by, then Alan had missed him the first time by slipping off to the side to cut Rina's bonds. When he came back on the trail, moving down it to get closer to the men around the fire, he had passed the man waiting hidden along the side of the trail.
Now that man was holding a gun against Alan's head.
"Raise your gun by the barrel up over your head ... slowly," growled the deep voice. Alan took the Browning by the barrel and did as the man said. He felt the gun being jerked from his hand.
"Stand up ... real easy like," the man continued, and Alan obeyed. He felt a rough, strong hand grab his shoulder and push him out to the trail.
"Get down into the light!" the man said. The other two men were standing up, both brandishing sidearms.
When Alan stumbled into the clearing ahead of the other man, Rina's face showed signs of fright and confusion, but quickly she controlled it, and again her face became a mask. She must realize it's essential to not let on she knows me, Alan thought quickly to himself, pleased at her resourcefulness. He stepped closer to the light, looking closely at the men's faces in front of him, then turned slightly to look at the man behind him. All three were rough, hardened individuals.
"Well, Pete ... what'd you say 'bout this island being private-like ... no visitors ... no one to bug us ... ha! We should of done like I said and got on a boat to Mexico."
"Shut up!" exclaimed one of the men in front of him.
He looked at Alan through rat-like eyes.
"Who the hell are you, anyhow? What're you doin' here. Don't you know this here's private property?"
"That's right," answered Alan calmly, "and you're trespassing. I'll give you five minutes to get off."
. The other man stared at him a few seconds and took a step forward, raising his arm.
"Wait a minute!" Pete yelled. "I'll handle him."
"Lemme fix the wise ass, Pete!"
"Get back!!" Pete yelled again, pulling the other man's arm. The one behind Alan remained silent.
"Siddown," Pete said to Alan, giving him a shove toward a big log next to the fire. Alan glanced at Rina as he sat down on the log. She stared back at him. He hoped she wasn't in shock or badly hurt. It was going to be bad enough.
The man who had surprised Alan was across the fire now, standing, examining Alan's gun.
"Who's with you?" Pete demanded.
"No one, except the Marines, the Coast Guard, the Harbor Police ... and let me see, who else did I call
"Listen you wise bastard! I'll put a hole in your head! Now give me a straight answer!" Pete swore, pulling his gun out and aiming it at Alan.
"The straight answer is that you haven't got a chance. Everyone has been called. Your only chance to get away is to leave us and beat it. You have...." Alan looked at his watch, "maybe ten minutes if you hurry." Alan didn't think they had that much time.
"You're bluffing. No one knew we was here until we saw her by accident over in the cove." Pete motioned toward Rina. The other man held his gun uneasily on Alan, as Alan sat staring across the fire at them. Alan worked his foot under a huge pile of ashes and burning embers.
"What if he ain't kidding, Pete? What if they're really comin'?" the uneasy man asked.
"Roy's up on top ain't lie? Hell tell us if anything fishy happens, won't he? Hey, Buzz-" Pete called.
"Yeah?" The man who had caught Alan moved closer.
"Go down to the foot of the hill and tell Roy about this just in case. Ask him if he's seen any boats move out there."
"Okay, Pete."
"Let me know what he says. Tell him to flash us if anything happens."
"Right, Pete." The man left at a fast trot.
"Look here, you, I ain't goin" to swallow that story of vows. Get me some rope, Sam. Tie him up real good." He looked at Alan menacingly as Sam went for the rope a few feet away. "Damn you! Where the hell did you come from, anyhow!"
"T came from the Governor. He begs your pardon and wants to send you on a free trip to Jacksonville," Alan said coolly.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Pete said, losing his patience and lurching forward slapping Alan heavily across the face. At that second there was a shout from across the inlet, and a light blinked from the top of the hill. Suddenly, the drone of several large motors could be heard not too far away. Out of the comer of his eye, Alan saw Rina move slightly. He said a split second prayer, and brought his leg up in a flash. A huge cloud of sparks and cinders arose, catching Pete fully in the face as he turned back from his shouting partner to look at Alan. Sam was directly behind him with his arms partially around Alan's shoulders trying to encircle him with the rope.
Pete's gun came down and he screamed as the hot cinders hit him in the eyes. In a split second Alan grabbed Pete's flailing wrist and kicked backwards, catching Sam in the pit of the stomach in the act of trying to pull his gun out of his holster. At the same time Alan snapped Pete's wrist back, hearing the bones crack. The revolver jerked in his hand, and there was a loud crash. Splinters flew up from the log where Alan had just been sitting. He jerked Pete around, pulling the gun out of his broken hand, and driving his right foot into Pete's crotch.
Pete screamed again and was on his way down when Alan caught the movement of Sam, who was crouched against the ground and had just picked up his gun. He was coming around. There wasn't enough time for him to turn Pete's gun around to grasp it by the handle.
Sam's eyes glittered in that last instant as he was leveling his gun on Alan, and Alan could even see his finger tensing.
Then there was a loud explosion, then another, and Rina stood over Sam, the automatic smoking in her hand. Sam's body jerked convulsively as he was knocked backward to fall on his back over the log next to the fire. His right sleeve began to burn.
Alan just stood and stared at her, then took two steps and kicked Sam's arm away from the fire, picking up his gun. Rina lowered her arm and stood staring at Sam. Then she dropped the gun and ran into Alan's arms. He held her a second, then pushed her away.
"Beautiful, baby ... just beautiful. You saved my life." Her dark eyes stared at him dully, and he saw she was in shock.
But now they had other things to worry about. The roaring of the boat engines was deafening now, and a rifle cracked from the top of the hill. Alan grabbed Rina's arm, pulling her away from the light of the fire. Gunfire errupted from the boats coming down the inlet, and Alan saw a handgun flash from the opposite shore. Pete's messenger hadn't even had a chance to reach the bottom of the hill. A bullet splattered in a tree nearby, and Alan suddenly realized he and Rina were in danger of being shot by the police. He pulled her backwards, down over the bank, and they fell and rolled to the bottom. They lay there, listening to the crashing guns and shouts. A siren was wailing from the lead boat, and it beached next to where Alan knew the convict's boat had been hidden.
Then there were running footsteps and clear, loud voices.
"Sergeant! Over here! Two of them. Hold it fellow! You aren't going anywhere!"
They must have gotten Pete, trying to escape, Alan thought to himself.
"This one's shot up pretty bad ... wait a minute ... stay back from that firelight everybody ... spread out! There may be more."
Alan heard footsteps crunch on the edge of the bank. It was time to let them know who they were.
"Hold your fire," he said loudly. "We were taken prisoner by these men."
The figure on the bank crouched, suddenly, realizing he was silhouetted against the fire.
"All right ... come on up here ... slowly, with your arms raised!" the man said. "Sergeant, corporal!"
"Yessir! We've got them covered!"
Alan and Rina stood up and walked up the bank, and into the light of the fire.
The captain smiled at them.
"Well ... looks like you are safe, doesn't it?"
He shook Alan's hand, and then Rina collapsed into Alan's arms.
Hours later Alan was lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head, his eyes staring through the dark at the ceiling. He found it difficult to believe that he and Rina had been involved in the bizarre events that had occurred earlier that night. There was a movement on the bed beside him, and he turned sideways, touching her on the cheek.
"Mmmm ... Alan?" Rina said softly.
"Right here, baby. What's wrong?"
She moved against him, her warm naked body fitting itself down his tall frame.
"Wrong? Mmhummm, nothing. Just hold me."
He wrapped his arms around her, feeling excitement course through his body. No. He must restrain himself for once, he thought to himself. After all, she had been through an awful lot that night, and she had been exhausted when the Coast Guard had finally dropped them off at the Morrisey dock. He had made her take a hot shower and go right to bed, and she had fallen into a deep sleep for several hours.
"How's your jaw?" he asked her.
"Oh, it's all right," she answered, nuzzling against his ear. "He clipped me so hard and fast it knocked me right out, but didn't do much damage, I guess." She kissed him on the cheek.
"You'd better stop that," he said softly, not sounding very convinced.
"Why?" she asked, not stopping.
"Well, after all you've been through tonight," he began, "kidnapped, knocked unconscious, tied up and thrown on the ground like an animal, then shooting a man, and witnessing a classic gunfight ... well, I didn't think you would care for too much more excitement, and-"
"Mmmm," she purred, nibbling on his shoulder, and running her hand slowly down his stomach to touch his partially swollen cock. "What's all that compared to the excitement you give me. Funny...."
"What's funny?" he asked finally.
"I was just going to ask you to make love to me," she said coyly, probing between his legs with her hand.
He still hesitated, and he heard her moving beside him, rising over him. Softly, she pushed him over on his back.
"But maybe you are very tired from your little experience, Alan. That just occurred to me. So...." She hesitated, kissing him heavily on the lips and stroking his huge erection and tickling him around it. "So, I'll tell you what I'm going to do...." She paused again, sliding a long, warm leg across him until he felt her black triangle nestling against his throbbing cock. "I'm going to make love to you!" She grasped him with her right hand. His whole body was searing with the soft, velvety feeling of her hot, ready female fragrance, and she moved forward, pressing a swollen, dusky nipple against his mouth. He licked it with his tongue, and slid his hand down her, grasping her moist cunt and squeezing until he felt her juices come out.
She relaxed slowly, sliding back down his body and he stiffened to the thrilling sensation his cock felt as it slid into her wet, hot cunt.
She moved on him, grasping his swollen meat tightly with her new-found muscles, moaning softly.
Suddenly, sensation overwhelmed him, and his resistance down from the events of the evening, he allowed himself full rein, grasping her buttocks and driving his pulsating cock deep into her succulent body again and again until she sobbed and moaned, driving herself with equal abandon on top of him.
Together they became more and more engulfed by the rich feeling of pleasure, and just as they approached the end, he heard her faintly through the roar calling his name, over and over again, and the sound of his own voice answering.
Finally, in a writhing, tossing passion, he drove into her in a violent lunge, shuddering as they experienced together the deep, white, searing heat of their exploding bodies giving all they had to one another.
Later, she fell asleep in his arms, and as he drifted off he knew he had to be the luckiest man alive.
