As a literary device, the placing of civilized characters in a state of isolation outside civilization is not new. Perhaps the most famous and enduring work in this category is Defoe's Robinson Crusoe. The same basic technique is implied in Golding's Lord of the Flies. The possibilities afforded the author in using his stranded characters to look satirically at the society from the outside are obvious. The device also offers the author a wealth of possibilities for examining the character himself stranded outside society, besetting him with hardships to strip away the outer defensive layers with which society has demanded he cover himself, revealing his real inner nature and his intemperate primary instincts in order to give the reader a clearer picture of what humankind is really made of.
In her brilliant new novel, A Woman's Need, Authoress Paula Dunbar exploits both these possibilities to an extent and with an insight scarcely encountered in modem fiction. Her approach is original, perhaps even controversial, but she has created what we, the publishers, feel might be considered a minor classic.
A bush pilot ferrying an attractive young nurse and three fourteen year old boys across the Rocky Mountains crashes his plane in a lake. The pilot suffers a broken ankle; the three boys and the nurse escape uninjured. Winter is nearing and there is little hope for survival once the snow begins to fall. The probability of rescue is not good. The pilot, as an adult male, wants to retain the authority he would expect to assume if he were not injured. But he is injured, and he is helpless. The three boys, facing hardship and possible early death, undergo a speedy metamorphosis. They mature in a matter of weeks rather than the years the process should normally require. But this is done without the molding influences of society. They mature according to their instincts-instincts hardly different from those possessed by our hunter-ancestors thousands of years ago, instincts that hardly allow them to ignore the presence of an attractive woman among them, a woman who, as far as these young boys are concerned, and as one of them remarks, might as well be the last woman on earth.
Miss Dunbar's gripping account of how the young heroine manages to live with three desperate young boys who are turning into savages is a suspense thriller that the escape reader will not be able to put down. The psychological insights, the almost brutal examination of the basic make-up of man, stripped of the influence of society, give us food for thought about our own nature, our own reasons for conducting ourselves as we do. And the biting satire on the society these characters have left behind, the ofttimes shocking examination of its sexual mores, should prompt every reader to take a closer look at his own attitudes.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jack Bradford scowled down from the cockpit of his twin-engine Piper at the three teenage boys who were about to climb into the plane. To call the Piper "his" wasn't quite accurate, he reflected. It really belonged to the Silverhorn Mining Company of Las Vegas, Nevada. But Jack thought of the plane as his own. He coddled it as if it were his own, coddled it almost as though it were his woman, and loved it certainly as much as he'd ever loved any female. Then his scowl relaxed into a smile as his gaze met with the reserved eyes of the sensuous young blonde girl who followed the boys up the ladder, her full breasts straining against the material of her tight-fitting white nurse's uniform as she extended her arms upward to grasp the rungs.
Jack waved at the student pilot who wheeled the ramp away from the side of the plane. "Fasten your seatbelts," he said, his attention suddenly riveted on the control panel before him as he awaited the permission to take off that would be coming over the headphones from the tower at any moment. Seconds later they were in motion, streaking down the straight gray ribbon of runway, speed building gradually, the roar of the engines almost deafening. Timing his move precisely, Jack eased back gently on the stick, watching the flaps lifting behind the wings out of the comer of his eyes. Then suddenly they left the ground behind and were up, climbing swiftly and steeply into the wide gray sky.
For a moment longer Bradford ignored her, his attention held by the Boeing 707 making its approach to the runway from which they'd taken off. Then, the necessity for vigil past, he turned at her and winked. "It sure does, doesn't it? Just one of the things I like about flying."
Jack stared fixedly at the young nurse until she, blushing slightly, looked away. Then he let his gaze descend once more to her full, uplifted breasts, and move gradually down to her slim waist and smoothly contoured thighs, neatly outlined in the flimsy white uniform skirt that clung invitingly to them.
Jack had met Kitty, who worked as nurse for the same mining company that employed him, about a month previously, and he'd seen her occasionally since then. He couldn't really say, however, that he'd gotten to know her that well. But that was a situation he was sure as hell going to change before this trip was over. They had two hours flying time to Mine City, and in spite of the unfortunate presence of the three boys jammed into the two seats behind the cockpit, dependents of Silverhorn technicians up for the weekend to visit their fathers, Jack was going to get at least well enough acquainted with Miss Kitty Sawyer that he could make a respectable pass at her once they were back on the ground. Though he hadn't really had any indication from the young blonde nurse that she was at all interested in him, neither had he had any indication that she wasn't. And one thing Jack had confidence in was his ability to impress a woman, especially once he had her strapped into the cockpit beside him.
A moment later they broke through the low ceiling of fluffy clouds that hung over the Los Angeles basin, and Jack guided the Piper into a smooth bank and they were flying north-east toward the Rocky Mountains at a little over seven thousand feet.
"You can smoke now if you want," Jack said.
"I'll have one," said the voice of one of the boys behind him.
"Pete!" the blonde nurse said, a playful smile on her full red lips. Jack looked over his shoulder, making no attempt to conceal his hostility toward the long-haired youngster. Not that he had anything against kids, per se. And if they wanted to grow their hair out so they looked like girls, that was their problem as long as they didn't take to wearing dresses so that a real man couldn't tell the difference. But right now they were in his way. He did know enough about Kitty Sawyer to be aware that she was conscious of the kind of example she set before sons and daughters of the company staff. And with these boys in the plane Jack knew he would have to conduct himself like a gentleman if he planned on getting anywhere with Kitty later. And the flight would have been ever so much more fun, he thought, if they could have begun their foreplay now.
"Light me one, anyway," Jack said belatedly, raising his eyes, which he'd let become fixed for some indefinable time on the inviting curves of the blonde's long shapely thighs. "Have you done much flying, Miss Sawyer ... Kitty?" he asked, looking her straight in the eyes as he took the pack of cigarettes and lighter from his shirt pocket and handed them to her.
"In jets, yes," Kitty said. "I've never been in a small plane like this."
"Commercial jets are one thing," said Jack. He smiled, his eyes again falling briefly to the voluptuous nurse's highly rounded breasts. "I flew jet fighters over Korea when I was nineteen years old. And I've also dusted crops in a thirty year old biplane. But for my part, a nice little prop with lots of power, like this baby, is the only way to go. Wait till we cross the Rockies. I'll show you some flying then. And some of the most beautiful country to fly over on the whole damn continent of America too!"
Finally pulling his eyes away from Kitty's sensuously rounded body, Jack smoked languidly on his cigarette, his hand resting lightly on the rudder. Through the frequent gaps in the cumulous clouds upon which they seemed to skim, he watched the brown land of the Imperial Valley shoot by in patches far beneath the plane. Near the state line he veered a few degrees to the north, riding now on a light tailwind. Then gradually, rising up out of the cloud covering before them like a string of volcanic islands rising out of the sea, the snow-capped peaks of the southern extremities of the Rocky Mountain Range became visible.
"See there," he said, drawing slowly back on the rudder. "Beautiful, aren't they?"
"Wow!" one of the boys exclaimed behind him, leaning forward almost into the cockpit.
"I've seen them from a jet," Kitty said, the extent to which she was impressed evidenced by the almost reverent tone of her voice, "but that was nothing like this. Will we be able to get high enough to make it over them?"
Jack laughed. "This honey flies straight up when I ask her."
Now the mountains were rushing toward them, like a giant, unscalable wall of rock and ice. Though they were already ascending, they continued to cut through jagged stalagmites of cloud shooting up from beneath them.
"Jack!" Kitty said beside him, now obviously apprehensive. "We're going straight into them."
"They're still ten miles away, honey," Jack said, looking into the nurse's wide blue eyes. "You boys sit tight in the hack," he added, scanning the blue and white wall of the mountains, leaning farther back on the rudder so the Cessna climbed more steeply and at last emerged into a sheet of clear sky, the peaks suddenly becoming distinguishable entities, separate, gapped with passages winding through them.
He had just time to report his position to control back in L.A., and then they were between two of the fantastically looming mounds of rock and ice, flying still below the tree line, angling along the course of the deep gash of river far below that had worn into the outlandish undulations of the earth.
"Oh, it is beautiful!" Kitty exclaimed, looking excitedly at the mountains now looming up high above them.
Still they climbed between the steep, piney slopes, the white ice-caps above them, the mountains like the walls of a narrow passage on either side. Then they rounded one of the peaks, moving through a narrow passage, and swept into a winding valley between two even higher mountains.
"Boy!" gasped one of the teenagers in the back. There are lakes down there. There must be hundreds of them."
He'd seen through a gap in the clouds. Jack, having made this run numerous times before, could only regret the day wasn't completely clear. That was a rarity, but he had seen the entire spectacle of the winding valleys and the myriad of lakes that lay under them, for the most part now obscured, and he knew it was something that shouldn't be missed. But why should Kitty miss it? He had told her he was going to show her some fancy flying, and now he couldn't resist following through on his promise. In Jack's experience, there was nothing like the thrill of a good air stunt to prepare a woman for the thrill of sex.
"Want to go down?" he asked suddenly.
"What?"
"Under the clouds. Want to drop under the clouds and have a look?"
Kitty watched him nervously. "Is it safe?"
"Sure, it's safe."
"Let's go down!" one of the boys said from the back seat.
Rankled at what he considered an unnecessary intrusion, Jack leaned drastically forward on the rudder. He heard Kitty gasp as they dove suddenly into the darkness of the clouds. He counted to a thousand and two in his mind, watching the altimeter needle plunge, and then drew heavily back on the stick, sweeping into level flight the instant after they emerged, now appearing almost to be mowing along the tops of the towering pines, the breathtaking panorama of the forests and rivers, waterfalls and lakes spread out incredibly not only below them but, it seemed all around them as well. And they had just the briefest moment to appreciate it before they plunged into a bubble of dipping cloud, back into darkness, and Kitty gasped as though with intuitive appreciation of the significance of this surprise as Jack drew back on the rudder as hard as he dared, staring into the blackness and holding his breath as the nose of the plane shot upward. He refused to become excited, sure it was still all right. And it would have been, he would later tell himself adamantly, if it hadn't been for the down-draft. He felt his stomach seem to leap toward his throat, saw the needle on the altimeter drop like the needle of the speedometer of a speeding car to which the breaks have been suddenly, forcibly applied. Then it passed and they were climbing again. Still in darkness, he sighed. Then a soft expletive issued from his lips as they came back into light and he saw it was not all right at all.
He drew back all the way on the rudder as the looming curtain of green swept toward them, sweat beading on his face as he banked laterally even as he climbed. He winced, cursing again, as he felt the impact on the wing, clipped by the treetop on Kitty's side. It was funny, he thought, how he watched the top of the tall pine teeter on the trunk, then fall much slower than they did as he completed the bank and was gliding, the tip of the wing gone, back down beneath the clouds almost in the direction from which they'd come.
"It's going to have to be one of the lakes," he said, trying to hold them out of the impending spin. "If we make it. Hit that emergency panel the minute we touch water and try to get away from the plane before she sinks."
An instant later the water was spraying over the glass before them. They were skimming along the blue waves, losing speed as if they'd been arrested by the weight of a great object that had been suddenly attached to their tail.
"I've got it," said one of the boys coolly in the back, followed by the cracking as he knocked the panel out.
Jack watched the broken wing slashing into the water, the far bank of the lake and the line of looming pines drawing quickly closer. He contemplated going down with the plane, as a captain going down with his ship.
Then they were stopped, floating, still fifty yards from shore. He could hear the splashes as the boys jumped free. Beside him Kitty scrambled toward the escape hatch. He sat still, watching the water climb slowly toward the nose of the plane.
"Jack. Jack! Come on. You've got to get out!"
He was thinking that if he did not sink with it, he should upon reaching the bank be taken to the nearest tree and hung by his neck until he died, for his utter and inexcusable foolishness. Then, feeling something flutter about his head, he turned and saw that she'd taken off her uniform and was standing in the opening, wearing nothing but a flimsy brassiere and a pair of near-transparent panties which almost completely revealed the ripely clinched cheeks of her buttocks. And as she turned for a moment, affording him just a glimpse of the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair that were hardly concealed by the thin, sheer silk, Jack knew that in spite of his colossal irresponsibility and the unforgivable error he'd just made, in spite of the fact that he might never be permitted to fly again if they did survive the upcoming ordeal, there was still one other reason he wanted to go on living.
Then she dove and he moved after her, scrambling across the seat, trying to get his balance to enable himself to jump completely free before it went down. But when he did jump, he went nowhere. The blinding pain seemed to shoot first through his entire body, most vivid of all in his mind, and only after he was hanging outside the cockpit, sinking with the plane into the water, did it center in his lower leg, in his ankle. As he tried to jerk it free he felt an even more sharper stabbing, and realized simultaneously that he'd not only broken his ankle, but that his foot was pinned beneath the seat of the plane, that he was sinking with it and in a few moments would be drowned.
Struggling futilely as the sinking plane pulled him down into the freezing depths of the lake, he held his breath, biting his tongue until it bled. Then, at the moment he was going to give up, the descent ceased and he saw it was on the bottom, the unreachable surface and the air and sunlight probably not more than ten feet above him, the blurred figure of the near-naked blonde diving swiftly down toward him.
His lungs were bursting, his mind on the verge of blanking as she swam to the escape hatch and began to do unbelievable agonizing things to his ankle. Then, though it seemed like only a dream, he was free and she was holding the collar of his shirt, towing him rapidly upward. He gasped as they broke water, coughing and thrashing. Then she kicked him in the head and everything went black.
CHAPTER TWO
Towing the unconscious man behind her, Kitty swam toward the shore, desperately scanning the horizon of water for sight of the three boys. She quickly spotted two of them, Billy Clayton and tiny, frail Darrel Hanson swimming easily not far ahead of her. But Pete Benson, the strongest and most athletic of the three boys, was nowhere in sight, and though she couldn't imagine his not being able to make this relatively easy swim, her apprehension endowed her with a hidden strength, and she plowed through the waves almost oblivious to the burden of the unconscious pilot.
Then, fifteen feet from the sandy shore, Kitty looked up and saw Pete standing in the edge of the water, his muscular and well-developed body naked except for a pair of tight-fitting white jockey shorts that clung so revealingly to his loins and buttocks that Kitty almost blushed. Though he was only fourteen years old, Pete was already shockingly well endowed. And the sight of him like that only served to remind the shapely blonde nurse that she was also nearly naked. During that seeming eternity when the plane was going down, Kitty's mind had become a blank. She had functioned automatically, not needing to think consciously of what she was doing. It had been an involuntary reflex that had brought her to dive in search of Jack after the plane had gone down and him with it. The same kind of response moments before had led her to automatically strip off her uniform before she went into the water.
Then, her feet touching bottom, Kitty watched the other two boys, also clad only in their jockey shorts, struggled up onto the shore. Holding the pilot's head aloof, she kept her own body submerged as she waded forward even in this present state of crisis, hesitant to emerge and let the eager-eyed youngsters see her near-naked body. Then Pete waded in and took Jack off her hands, and red-faced, she stood up and walked ashore before the astonished gazes of the other two boys. Her breasts had worked almost completely free from the cups of her brassiere during her strenuous swim, and she knew her wet panties must be shockingly transparent now. Her first inclination was to try to shield herself with her hands. Then, hearing Jack groan behind her, she realized there were more important things than modesty to occupy her now.
"Damned idiot!" Pete hissed, pulling Jack up onto the sand without concern for his limply dangling foot.
'Tete!" Kitty gasped.
"Well, it's true. He was showing off for you like some silly high school kid showing off with a car." He paused, looking the half-naked blonde nurse in the eye. "And a few weeks from now when the cold weather starts, we may all die up here because of it."
Kitty shivered as Pete's gaze descended to the high-set swells of her breasts, the entire upper halves of them exposed by the flimsy brassiere cups, the amber skin glistening with moisture. He glanced briefly lower at the smoothness of her stomach, at the thin panties hanging revealingly low on her hips. Then he looked back up into her eyes. It was a moment of poignancy, and the sober words he had spoken echoed eerily in Kitty's mind, combining with the look he'd given her to assume even more devastating portent. Then, almost as a diversion, she turned her attention to the injured man at their feet, dropping quickly to her knees on the sand and turning him carefully over.
"Damned idiot!" Pete repeated.
Kitty placed her ear to Jack's chest, listening for and discerning a faint heartbeat. But it wouldn't have taken a nurse to tell that his breathing was labored. He was on the verge of death, and she knew the only way to save him was by mouth to mouth resuscitation. Trying to blot out of her mind the lewd suggestion her near-nakedness lent the act, she opened Jack's mouth, turning his head to the side to pour out as much of the water as she could, then covered his lips with her own and breathed forcibly into his mouth and throat. Nothing. Trembling, she repeated this over and over in spite of her own exhaustion from the grueling swim to shore.
She was on the verge of giving up when she exhaled harshly into his lungs and heard a faint gasp in his throat. She breathed into his mouth again and he coughed. Then, heaving to catch her own breath, she rolled him onto his stomach and climbed onto his broad, muscular back, continuing with manual artificial respiration until he'd coughed the water from his lungs and begun to breath on his own. Then, as he moaned aloud, she turned her attention to his foot which was turned exactly opposite from the direction in which it should have pointed.
"His ankle's broken," she said almost to herself, looking around in hopeless desperation.
"And the first-aid kit's at the bottom of the lake. We don't even have any morphine to give him while I set it."
"We're going to have a lot of diving to do, anyway," Pete said.
Kitty looked up at him questioningly. "Diving?"
"Yeah. As much as I'd love to go naked with you this winter, Miss Sawyer, we're going to start feeling very chilly when dark gets here. We've got to get some clothes or something to make clothes out of. I know there are tents in there and we need them. So I guess, though he hardly deserves it, I might as well bring up the first-aid kit while I'm at it."
"Oh, Pete. Could you?"
"For you, Miss Sawyer, I could."
Again Kitty shivered at the look Pete gave her. Then she looked back at the disabled pilot as she heard a more intelligible moan. He turned his face sideways so he could look at her. Grimacing with pain, his eyes almost closed, he said weakly, "My plane?"
"Your plane, Captain Seagull, is at the bottom of the lake." Pete stared in silent contempt for a moment then looked back at Kitty. "We're going to have to fix up some kind of raft to dive from before we bring up the big stuff. Otherwise, we'd just kill ourselves swimming back and forth from shore. But I guess I can make one quick haul for the first-aid kit if it'll make setting this jerk's leg any easier for you."
Kitty nodded and Pete brushed past her, his penis swelling shockingly in his tight jockey shorts and went back into the water.
* * *
The fire, lit with Jack Bradford's cigarette lighter which still worked in spite of its dunking, crackled warmly before them, casting its amber glow off their tired, strained faces. Their bodies were concealed in the strange-looking poncho-type garments they'd fashioned from the material of one of the three tents Pete and Billy had brought up from the plane.
It was dark now, and Kitty, munching absently on the K-ration the boys had also rescued from the airplane, was cold in spite of her makeshift apparel. They'd dried it to the best of their ability over the fire, but it was still damp. And in spite of Pete's grumbling, they'd devoted their greater energies to drying the remaining part of the cut-up tent to use as a blanket to wrap Jack in. Though the morphine had considerably relieved his pain, he was in shock and Kitty knew there was a danger he wouldn't make it through the night. Now she could hear him groaning from inside one of the other two tents. Setting his ankle had been one of the most excruciating experiences of her life.
"Do you really think we'll die?"
Kitty looked up sharply at the sound of little Darrel Hanson's weak and unobtrusive voice. She was surprised to see that the question had been addressed not to her but to Pete Benson but relieved at least that she was spared having to answer. She'd been stunned when Pete had made his terse and portentous statement this afternoon, but the immediate tasks at hand had allowed her to sublimate it. But it had been there all through the day, hovering threateningly in the back of her mind.
"I don't know," Pete said after a moment, looking levelly at the other two teenagers then shifting his gaze to Kitty. "We might."
The young nurse couldn't look at him. Now that she was confronted face-on with the question, she was terrified. "I ... I think I'll turn in. I'm ... exhausted." She shivered, averting her eyes, but hesitated for a moment longer by the fire. Behind her, Jack moaned in his sleep. Then suddenly she rose and ducked into the tent which they'd pitched over him after they'd finished setting his ankle. She gazed down at him, shaking her head sadly.
To think that her primary concern this afternoon when he'd been showing off with the plane was her deduction that his motives were to impress her and her certainty that after he'd felt he'd made a sufficient impression and landed the plane in Mine City, he would start making more pointed overtures toward her. She'd dreaded that. And instead of that, which now seemed so absolutely inconsequential, they were here, stranded in the Rocky Mountains with no assurance of rescue and winter coming on fast.
Kitty turned back toward the flickering fire and reached up to close the flap of the tent then hesitated, meeting the grim stares of the three boys dimly illuminated in its yellowish light. In their ponchos, in the darkness with the looming shadows of the pines rising behind them, they looked like strange Indians, miniature, light-skinned braves. She found them somehow curiously attractive like this, curiously uncivilized, even savage. By the same token, she thought she must look absolutely absurd in the floppy section of canvas draped over her own body. Somewhere in that airplane or at least floating near it in the lake, was a dress, a sweater and two pairs of pants she brought for her three day stay. She vowed tomorrow she would ask Pete to dive for them.
"Good night, boys," Kitty whispered softly.
"Good night, Miss Sawyer," Darrel and Billy said in unison.
"So our hero, the bush pilot, will have his body warmed by the last woman in the world," Pete Benson said.
Kitty froze with shock, staring wide-eyed at the fourteen year old who looked now in his sullenness so incongruously mature and wise. "Pete!" she gasped, softly and belatedly.
Then with a quick motion she closed the flap of the tent and turned and dropped to her knees on the ground beside the sleeping pilot who stirred, groaning in agony in spite of the heavy dose of morphine she'd administered. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she dared share the canvas blanket they'd made to cover him. But she really had no choice. She would need not only a part of the blanket, but his body warmth as well if she wanted to make it through the cold hours of the night with any semblance of comfort.
In a sudden, rash movement Kitty reclined and slid under the blanket, rolling up in her makeshift poncho and snuggling against the injured man.
"Hunh?" he groaned, deliriously.
"It's just me, Jack," Kitty whispered, putting her arms around him, feeling acutely conscious of the pressure of his body against the voluptuous softness of her breasts.
Then, suddenly, a lump swelled in her throat, and it was everything she could do to keep from crying aloud in controllable despair. She didn't even know what caused it. It could have been anything, or everything combined. It could have been simply that she was afraid to die, but she was certain it was more complex than that. Pete Benson's last words were still echoing ominously in her ears. She couldn't quiet them. That had been such an incongruous thing for a fourteen year old boy to say. But in a way it was true. If they were not to be rescued, she was for these boys the last woman on earth. And Pete seemed already today to have begun a transition that must be inevitable for a child placed in the situation these three boys had been placed; he had started turning into a man. She had no doubt that if they were here anytime at all, the other boys would begin the same transformation.
Thinking of that, the frightened nurse couldn't help but wonder if she would also begin turning into a woman.
On closer observation, it wasn't that ridiculous a question. For though Kitty was twenty-three years old, though she'd had her first affair more than four years ago and though she'd been to bed with several men in her young life, she still felt as much a girl as a woman. She'd never felt completely fulfilled, completely at peace with her body and her sexuality. And perhaps that was what terrified her the most at the prospect of dying now. She didn't want to die unfulfilled.
CHAPTER THREE
Kitty languished that night in a limbo world between sleep and consciousness. She was having a dream about a man she'd known a long time ago. And yet she knew it was a dream, and she was directing his imaginary caresses of her sensuously trembling body, making him go very slowly, building her up gradually to the level of passion she demanded before submitting. But she was not in complete control. Where she wanted to be kissed softly on the ears and neck, he was kissing her hard on the lips. Where she wanted to feel his hand pressed gently on her swollen breasts from the outside of her dress, he'd pushed it down into the tightly constricting cups of her brassiere, ruthlessly massaging the desire-stiffened tip of one of her sensitive little nipples. And long before she was ready she felt his other hand move down her body, trailing swiftly across the flatness of her belly to lift the tight elastic waistband of her panties and venture down through the silken curls of her cuntal hair and in between her thighs to come into sudden lewd contact with the tiny, trembling bud of her clitoris.
"No, David," Kitty moaned. "No, please!"
"David?"
The blonde nurse opened her eyes suddenly, the strange male voice wrenching her completely from sleep. She blinked in utter confusion, staring up at olive-drab canvas above her head, dimly illuminated by the gray pre-morning light, feeling more of the heavy and coarse material covering her own body. She turned to stare in shock at the face of the only vaguely familiar-looking man who lay beside her.
Then it all came flooding back to her, the whole terrible nightmare. And as she cringed with awareness that the plane crash, the lake, the hastily set-up camp and the prospect of dying within a few weeks of exposure or starvation were not a nightmare but all too real, she shivered from the sheer lightning-like sensation as Jack Bradshaw parted the sensuously trembling lips of her now-completely-unprotected pussy and began to worm his middle finger up into the softly yielding tightness of her tingling cuntal orifice.
"Ooooh!" Kitty moaned, her buttocks arching up from the ground in spontaneous response as she desperately tried to orient herself. She was sleeping with the bush pilot, a near stranger, under the blanket they'd made from the third tent. She felt naked except for her brassiere which had been pulled up off the lush, full mounds of her breasts, and the flimsy panties now clinging midway down her thighs. But after a moment, she realized the makeshift poncho she'd worn over her brassiere and panties had merely been pulled up off her body and bunched at her neck and shoulders.
Then the lustfully aroused blonde shuddered as Jack Bradshaw's hand left her exposed breasts and moved down to the fly of his trousers. She felt him fumbling with the zipper and an instant later she gasped aloud as he freed the hard-throbbing shaft of his cock, and she felt his lust-heated rigidity surge suddenly up, brushing threateningly against one of her naked thighs.
"Come on, Kitty," Jack groaned into her ear. "Come on, you have to get on top. I can't because of my leg."
Kitty lay perfectly still except for the strained rising and falling of her breasts with her heavy breathing. She was frozen with shock, mortified at Jack's audacity in taking advantage of her like this when she was asleep. But in spite of her anger, she couldn't deny the surges of desire sweeping through her naked flesh. His long middle finger was now moving rhythmically in and out of the wetly sucking lips of her cunt, and the sheer raw sensation she derived from the lewd violation of her sensitive pussy-warmth was almost more than she could resist. It took all her willpower to keep from undulating her buttocks in response, and even at that she couldn't quell the little whimpers of pleasure rising spontaneously in her throat.
"Come on, Kitty!" he gasped. "Come on. I want you so bad."
For a moment longer, Kitty lay still, her mind a jumble of paradoxical emotions. She wanted him, too, she supposed. She was aroused to the point that she should have wanted any man. But her desire was lewd and base, purely physical, devoid of real emotion, and she knew that if she had not been half-asleep, if she'd not thought it was all just a dream, she'd never have permitted this man to work her up to such a state of longing. And under these conditions she wasn't going to submit to his obscene advance even if she did want to.
"No!" Kitty said suddenly in a loud voice, seizing Jack's wrist and forcibly drawing his hand out from between her parted thighs, the stab of frustration as his finger left her moistened cunt and lewdly twitching clitoral bud almost driving her out of her mind.
"Kitty?" He stared at her in bitter disbelief. "What the hell's the matter? You know you want it as bad as I do."
"No, I don't!"
He glared at her silently for a moment. "Well, you sure as hell acted like it."
Another spontaneous shiver of frustrated want shook Kitty's voluptuously exposed body. Then in a quick motion she pulled up her panties and worked the cups of the brassiere back over her lust-swollen breasts and pulled the canvas poncho back down over her body.
"I was dreaming," she said. "I thought I was just having a dream." She paused. "And it wasn't you I was dreaming about."
"Well, whoever you were dreaming about isn't here," Jack said. "And I am here. And we're stuck with each other, if you want to call it that. I think we ought to make the best of it." He paused, placing the palm of his hand lightly on her cheek. "Come on, Kitty. Don't argue with me. I want to make love to you."
Kitty looked back at him in silence. She could almost grasp the wisdom in what he said, but there was some lingering puritanical streak in her that held her back, at least for the moment. But she knew it would happen sooner or later, if r they weren't quickly rescued. She supposed it was inevitable.
Yet even knowing that, Kitty Sawyer could hardly believe her ears as she heard her own voice say, "All right. But not now. Later."
* * *
The first task of the morning was to prepare a woodpile to be lit in the event a search plane passed overhead. Kitty wasn't sure whose idea that was. Pete Benson directed its actual execution, but she thought Jack, who was conscious now and not in too much pain, might have originally suggested it.
In spite of the fact that it was Jack's childish showing off that had placed them in their present dangerous situation, Kitty felt sorry for him. Though he'd made no apologies for what he'd done, she knew that deep down inside he must feel terrible. She'd known what was going through his mind yesterday as the rest of them were abandoning the sinking plane. For a brief instant he'd contemplated going down with it. She supposed she could hardly blame him for that, but she still couldn't bring herself to hold a grudge for what he'd done. Their situation was going to be difficult enough without tension among the group, and she knew she was going to have to do everything she could to keep the tension down. Already she could see the animosity developing between Jack and young Pete Benson. This was potentially a tribal situation, and the two of them were the natural rivals for the position of chief.
After the woodpile was readied, Jack did give his first direct order of the morning, instructing the boys to cut green pine boughs and lay out an S.O.S. on the beach that would be large enough to be seen from the air. The wisdom in this was obvious, as Pete well knew. But his hostility at being ordered directly by the man who had placed them in this predicament was apparent, confirming what Kitty had already started to dread.
After the three boys had gone up into the trees to gather the boys, Kitty went over to the tent and sat down on the sand, doubling her knees up to her breasts beneath the floppy poncho. Jack watched her silently.
"Pete said we might all die if we're not rescued before the cold weather hits?"
"It's all my fault," he said softly. "Is that what you're getting at."
"No! I just wanted to know your opinion of what our chances are."
"Of course, it's my fault, damnit." He paused for a moment. "Our chances aren't very good. Look at that sky. Anyone flying under those clouds today risks the same thing that happened to us."
"But there must be search planes or helicopters or something? You gave them our position right before...."
"I make that fifty miles back. Oh, there are search planes somewhere. And they'll know we're here in the mountains. But there's a lot of room up here, a lot of valleys. And unless we get some clear sky, they won't find us." He hesitated again, looking Kitty in the eyes then letting his gaze descend to her body, the shape of which was now completely obscured by the loose, makeshift poncho. "Tell me something. How long will it be before I can walk on this thing?"
"Honestly, Jack, I don't know. If it were in a cast you could start limping on it in a few days. But with just the splints...."
"A month?"
She nodded. "Maybe."
"Damn it," he muttered. Then his eyes shifted from her, gazing past her. She turned to see the three boys approaching, laden with the green boughs of the pines. "Spread them out, a great big S.O.S.," he said.
Pete Benson glared back silently for a moment, then suddenly dumped the handful of boughs he carried onto the sand. "Why don't you spread them out?"
"Pete!" Kitty said. "You know Jack can't walk on his broken ankle."
"Be quiet," Jack said under his breath.
Pete's lips curled into an arrogant smile. "He can crawl, can't he?"
"Goddamn you little punk!" Jack moved in a kind of lunge, sprawling face forward onto the sand with a deep groan of pain.
Pete laughed and turned and walked away as Kitty knelt over the grimacing pilot and rolled him gently onto his back. "Are you all right?"
"Hell no, I'm not all right. I might as well be an invalid. That little bastard."
"I'm going to talk to Pete," said Kitty.
"No."
"We'll never make it if we don't work together."
"I don't care. I can't have you talking for me. This is between me and him."
She stood up, turned and started away. "Kitty!"
She paused and looked back. "I'm just going to ask him if he can dive for my clothes."
* * *
Kitty watched the yellow ball of the sun ducking down between the two towering mountain peaks that lay directly west of them. Beside her, Jack reclined on his back, staring up at the gray cloud ceiling. Opposite the pile of kindling Billy had arranged to start the night's fire with, the three boys sat in silence, Pete cracking walnuts with a rock.
"Light the fire," Pete said suddenly to Billy. "By the time you get it going it'll be dark."
Kitty looked up and Jack raised his head. Pete's statement had been a direct order, and the casual way he'd given it revealed his natural assumption of the role of leader, at least where the boys were concerned. Kitty wondered how long it would be before she and Jack were also included.
Billy asked Jack for his lighter and put a flame to the small kindling which flared up almost immediately.
"Lemme see that," said Pete. Billy handed him the lighter and he examined it intently. "When this thing runs out of fuel we really will have problems. How long do you think it'll last?"
Jack scowled. "It's low. But considering the fact that I don't have any cigarettes, I'd say another week."
"Then we'll have to build a fire and keep it going twenty-four hours a day," said Pete. "Consider yourself lucky you can't help gather firewood."
Kitty stood suddenly and walked away from the little camp toward the thick line of trees where her white nurse uniform which Pete had found entwined around one of the propellers, hung. It wasn't much protection from the cold, but at least she'd feel better in it than this ridiculous poncho. She only regretted he hadn't been able to reach her suitcase which had apparently floated to the back of the plane.
The sensuous blonde reached up and touched the uniform skirt, finding it still damp but not really wet and pulled it down from the low pine branch. She glanced apprehensively over her shoulder and saw that all three of the boys, not to mention Jack, were watching her intently. And something in their eyes made her feel terribly vulnerable, terribly alone among them.
Then she walked quickly into the trees and lifted the poncho from over her head and let it fall to rest on the ground littered with pine needles. She hesitated for a moment, looking down at the ripe white mounds of her breasts pushed up high and close together by the brassiere, the tiny nipples that peaked them swollen visibly in the half-cups. Then she pulled the uniform on and quickly buttoned it and made her way back to the edge of the trees.
The three of them were still staring at her, and the intensity of their gazes, desperate and sexual, caused her to hesitate for a moment before she worked up the courage to walk back down to the campsite. And her own nervousness was only compounded by the promise she'd made Jack at daybreak this morning.
They ate for the most part in silence, a meal consisting of walnuts and, except for an emergency supply they'd set aside, the last of the K-rations from the plane. Tomorrow they would have to start fending for themselves food-wise, but the men believed that might not be as difficult as one might think. Pete was fashioning a bow and making crude but functional arrows with which to hunt small game, and Jack fortunately spent much of his leisure time fishing. Through Kitty he'd given Pete instructions on where to find a box of fishhooks and spindle of low-test line that he happened to have on the plane. There were undoubtedly trout in the lake and the streams that fed it. As for the problem of keeping warm, Pete had also retrieved three changes of clothing for the boys to wear. Tomorrow, Kitty would try to set about fashioning some kind of crude but protective outer garments out of the canvas from the extra tent.
By the time they finished eating, the sun had gone down and the chill of the night had settled upon them. Kitty went back to the trees to retrieve her poncho to cover herself with. Oddly, though she felt cold and miserable, she was already beginning to adjust psychologically to what had happened. And among the group, there seemed tonight to be at least a degree of optimism in spite of the friction between Jack and Pete and the sexual tension that had begun to build among the four males. Today had been cloudy and it had been their misfortune that none of the search planes that must inevitably be looking for them had passed over this valley. Now they could dimly see stars above. It seemed likely they would have clear skies tomorrow, and it seemed very possible that tomorrow the planes would come. Kitty hoped so. She hoped f so desperately.
Then Kitty was roused suddenly from her thoughts as Jack put his hand softly on her shoulder and said quietly, "Come on, Kitty. Let's go into the tent before it gets too cold to ... to sleep."
She turned to stare at him, the words she'd spoken this morning now echoing in her ears, the need she'd tried so hard all day to deny still lingering in her loins and breasts. Then she shifted her gaze across the amber light of the fire which cast an eerie glow over Pete Benson's hard-set features. He stared back at her with what seemed a bitter awareness, and for a moment, she thought the boy must have heard their conversation this morning. And the very thought that he might have heard caused a chill to dart down her spine. Completely out of the blue, the lewdly compelling picture of him standing in the edge of the water, clad only in his revealing jockey shorts, his penis swelling shockingly up from his loins, blotted everything else from her mind. It was as if she could see him like that now, his muscular body glistening in the bright sunlight. Suddenly she looked away, flustered then rose and walked quickly to the tent. Going between the flaps, she glanced back and saw that Jack was warming his hands over the fire, watching the other boys with child-like triumph. Then he crawled on his hands and knees toward her, groaning from the pain that even this slight activity caused his ankle. Once inside, he closed the flaps, and they were in almost total darkness.
"Your ankle hurts," Kitty said, dropping to her knees on the canvas cover.
"It doesn't ever quit hurting. But maybe this will take my mind off it."
"Oh, Jack," Kitty protested, shaking her head.
Then her body stiffened as his hands groped in the darkness to find her and suddenly closed over the fully rounded mounds of her breasts on the outside of her uniform. And before she had time to object, he began to quickly undo the buttons down the front, his fingers trembling with excitement, his breath coming in guttural gasps. He pushed the uniform lightly off her shoulders, and it fell away from the top half of her body, leaving her naked from the waist up except for her flimsy brassiere.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Jack, it's cold."
"We'll warm up," he said, reaching quickly behind her back to unsnap her brassiere with a deft flick of his fingers. He pushed the straps from her shoulders and the bra-cups dropped suddenly away from the ripely straining swells of her breasts, the sensitive little nipples rising to instant hardness from their contact with the cool night air.
Then, her whole body trembling, Kitty let Jack push her down to her back on top of the canvas cover. A moment later, she arched her back, a shudder of unwanted ecstasy shooting through her body as his lips covered one of her wantonly swollen breasts, his tongue flicking with maddening effect over the ripe little bud of her exposed nipple.
Never in her life had Nurse Kitty Sawyer ever made love with a man to whom she didn't feel a serious emotional attachment, a bond which offered at least the possibility of something coming of their relationship in the future. And with Jack Bradford she did not feel that kind of a bond. He was handsome enough, and she supposed likable enough. But he wasn't the kind of man she could ever fall in love with, and even if he were the last adult male she ever saw in her life, that changed nothing.
But what had worked for her psychologically in the past had in the present situation become outmoded. She did need Jack now. She needed his body to satisfy the need in hers. And even if she thought it was wrong, not sex itself but the act of sex with a man she did not or could not love, that seemed to make little difference at this point. The whole terrible trauma she was going through had done something to Kitty's psyche. She had to have love now even if it was only make believe. She had to have something to make her feel good to compensate for the sheer physical discomfort of these last two days. And this was all that was available.
With a sudden audible moan, Kitty brought her hands down to run her fingers eagerly through Jack's thick, wavy hair, hugging his face to her breasts as she pushed her tingling nipple even deeper into his mouth.
Then she almost cried out loud as she felt Jack reach down and begin to loosen the rest of the buttons down the skirt of her uniform. All day long her body had throbbed with unfulfilled want from the wanton invasion of Jack's finger into the sensitive lips of her pussy this morning as she'd slept and thought she dreamed, and already she could feel her vaginal juices beginning to flow in anticipation as he flicked loose the last buttons and began to tug gently downward on the flimsy skirt.
Kitty arched her hips up from the canvas cover to let him work the uniform off over her ripely clenching buttocks and down her thighs.
Now with the ever surging fever of desire in her body, she was hardly even aware of the cold. It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered but to have her devouring need fulfilled, to have her pussy touched and stroked and fingered by the man who lay beside her, to feel his hard-throbbing cock pressed up against her sensitive inner thighs, prodding deep into her warmly tingling vagina.
Then the lust-crazed blonde nurse sank back with a low sigh as Jack worked the uniform off her ankles and tossed it aside. Nothing remained now but her thinly clinging panties, and she moaned as Jack worked his finger up inside one of the tight elastic legbands, stroking softly through her thin blonde cuntal hair to find sudden shocking contact with the already rigidly pulsing little bud of her clitoris. He tweaked over it in a series of swift movements, causing her whole body to tremble with the maddening electric current of ecstasy that surged out through her loins and over her naked flesh.
"Oh, yes," Kitty moaned, undulating her buttocks wildly as the lust-minded bush pilot again parted the quivering lips of her vagina and worked his finger easily up into the already lewdly-moistened orifice. Still she held his head tightly to her, squirming her ripely rounded breasts against his face, her naked ass-cheeks twitching in response to the swift, finger-fucking rhythm of his middle finger moving in and out of her cunt in long, steady strokes.
Now the hotly aroused blonde was really beginning to shed her inhibitions. She was building swiftly to the dream-state of pre-orgasmic ecstasy. Almost all conscious thought was blotted from her mind, and she experienced nothing but the sheer devastating sensation of Jack's lips and tongue sucking and licking at the hard-swollen buds of her nipples and his finger working eagerly in and out between the hair-lined lips of her pussy.
And this time she didn't resist as she felt him reach down to undo his trousers and free the hotly palpitating rod of his flesh from his shorts, heard him whisper heavily into her ear, "Come on, Kitty. Let me lie on my back and you get on top of me."
He rolled over onto his back, groaning deeply from the contrasting sensations of desire and the pain of injured ankle. Then a spontaneous shiver darted through Kitty's body as she looked down at his nakedly exposed loins. In the darkness she could just barely distinguish the fully erected shaft of Jack's cock, standing up obscenely from the shadowy curls of pubic hair tangled around it, and the lewd sight prompted in her a mixture of faint dread and even more stirring want. She rose to a kneeling position beside him, reaching out cautiously to entwine her fingers around his warmly pulsing rod of cock-flesh, a little shiver going through her as he spontaneously flexed and his penis jerked in her hand. Then, unable to hold herself back any longer, she lifted her right leg and planted it across Jack's body, placing herself in a kneeling position astraddle his expectantly undulating loins, her own naked ass-cheeks poised just above his rigidly erected cock.
Moaning in anticipation, Kitty dropped her buttocks downward, her eyes opening wide as she felt the first harsh pressure of Jack's bulbous cock-head prodding up against her quivering vaginal opening. She gasped as he reached up with both hands to her flaring pelvic bones, pulling downward so that the burning pressure on the forbidden softness of her loins increased. Then suddenly, his buttocks jerked upward from the ground and with a sucking pop, the head of his penis shoved up between her moistly quivering cunt-lips. An involuntary cry rose in her throat, and she tried to lift her buttocks in retreat from the devastating sensation. But Jack only pulled down harder on her pelvic bones to continue the searing violation.
"Oh!" Kitty gasped aloud. "Ohhhhh, God!" She trembled, spewing her breath out as she let her buttocks lower completely onto Jack's jerking loins, his thickly pulsing cock ramming relentlessly up into the moistened depths of her cunt, destroying her last faint physical resistance until his entire blood-hardened length was embedded all the way to the hilt in her obscenely violated loins.
A whimper of pleasure rose in the young nurse's throat. She felt completely filled, Jack's cock thrust all the way up inside her, fitting so tightly against the velvety walls of her cunt that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and ripple on the lust-engorged shaft.
"Oooohh," the lewdly impaled blonde moaned as Jack thrust his buttocks up even harder beneath her and reached up with his hands to paw eagerly at her nakedly trembling breasts. She raised her hands over her head, locking her wrists behind her neck to arch the nipple-peaked mounds even higher, swaying her body as she began a slow up and down bouncing motion over his loins. She could feel the narrow tightness of her cunt begin to loosen with each shattering stroke, and servile groans of submission swelled from deep in her throat. She no longer even tried to resist the lewd flames of desire darting out through her loins, and the little chills that shot along her spine from the deep skewering of Jack's cock far up into her clasping cuntal wetness. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her loosely flowing blonde hair over her milk-white shoulders, her buttocks jerking even faster as Jack's hands continued to explore over her nakedly writhing body.
Now completely immersed in her own passionate response, Kitty forgot everything but the raw sensation of Jack's impassioned assault on her loins. She moaned aloud, oblivious even to three boys outside the tent, aware of nothing but her own consuming need and the ever-growing promise of ecstasy she felt in her most forbidden pussy tightness. She bucked savagely above the squirming man, quivering in a frenzy of passion, her breath escaping in deep, hoarse grunts.
"Ohhh! Oh, yes!" she whimpered, feeling the first waves beginning to build far up in her cock-stretched loins. She reclined forward to press her face to his and squirm her tingling breasts against his chest, flexing her soft vaginal muscles to squeeze the lust-moistened flesh of her cunt even more tightly around the throbbing erection of his cock, determined to extract every ounce of pleasure from the wanton ravishment of her body before she finally achieved the release of which she already hung on the brink.
Then, just as it seemed about to happen, Kitty stiffened. She didn't know what it was. Perhaps she had heard something. Perhaps she'd sensed it. Perhaps only coincidentally she had at that moment remembered the presence of the younger boys outside the tent and realized that she'd been moaning so loud and breathing so hard that they couldn't help hearing and guessing what was going on. And even before she turned to look back, she fell from the ecstatic state to which she'd ascended, plunging to the dark depths of oblivion and frustration, the gnawing of unfulfillment in her loins almost causing her to scream with bitterness. And at almost the same instant, Jack suddenly increased the shocking movements of his own loins beneath her, shoving his cock even harder up into the now-resisting tightness of her pussy as he groaned in a strained and shaking voice, "Come on, Kitty! I'm going to cum!"
Before the words were out of his mouth she felt the first hot droplets of semen come spewing from the throbbing hardness of his cock, the energy in his body building until he was almost bucking her off with the wild upward thrust of his buttocks. But there was no hope for her. She'd missed her orgasm, and she knew instinctively she would not be able to regain that dream-state of ecstasy required to attain it, even before she turned to look over her shoulder and saw Pete Benson watching through the parted flaps at the end of the tent, his eyes gleaming in the darkness like a dog's.
And as she met his searing gaze, the only thing she could think of was the sight of the mature teenager standing almost naked on the shore yesterday.
CHAPTER FOUR
There was only a thin covering of cloud the next morning when Kitty emerged from the tent, and it looked like it might bum off by noon. She shivered, wrapping the poncho tightly about her shoulders, and gazed across the burned out campfire to the other tent. The flaps were open and it was empty.
She stood up, looking around curiously. The boys were not to be seen, though there was what she thought must be a fresh trail of footprints leading down the beach and then veering around the side of the lake and up toward the piney valley between the two towering peaks that loomed above it on the opposite side. She shrugged and sat down beside the pile of ashes, dejectedly cracking a walnut she found there on the ground. She thought it must be getting late already. She'd tossed and turned all night from her bitter frustration at having failed to achieve the climax that had seemed so close, and only at dawn had she finally drifted off to sleep. She must have slept longer than she'd guessed, but she certainly didn't feel rested. She felt she'd give her life right now for a cup of coffee.
"Morning, Kitty."
She turned, hearing Jack's voice from the tent, and saw him emerge on his hands and knees. She nodded and managed a weak smile. "The boys are gone ... someplace," she said absently, chewing the walnut.
"Kitty. What happened last night?"
The shapely blonde looked up with surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean." Jack paused, looking at her somberly. "I failed you."
"No!"
"Don't lie to me. I thought you were right on the verge. I thought you were ready to cum. I thought it was time for me to let go. Then, when I realized you weren't going to make it, it was too late." He shook his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't seem to do anything right. Crashing that plane. Breaking my goddamned ankle, which was also my fault, so I have to lie here helplessly while you and the boys try to keep us alive. And now, screwing up in bed."
Kitty felt a lump swell in her throat. She could see that the pilot was beginning to pity himself. She knew he must have a terrible burden on his conscience, and his physical condition was obviously humiliating.
"You didn't screw up," she said after a moment. "I did. I tightened up because ... Pete Benson was watching us through the flaps."
The minute she said it she knew from the look on his face that it had been a mistake. She's wanted to let him know that it wasn't his fault she hadn't been able to climax, wanted to give him at least that much of his ego back. But the bitterness and anger she saw in his eyes were more than she'd expected even from him, and she realized she'd made the greatest contribution yet to tension among the group.
"That goddamn punk. That goddamn punk kid!"
"It wasn't anything, Jack," Kitty said quickly. "It was only natural he'd be curious. I forgot about them and I was making a lot of noise. It's my fault. He's just a kid. You couldn't expect him to do anything but look the way I was carrying on in there."
Then she paused, staring at him curiously. His expression had completely changed and he was no longer looking at her. Nor did he seem to be paying any attention to what she'd said. He was staring intently into the distance, his brow knitted as if he were in deep thought. Yet by the r expression of his eyes she would have thought he was on the verge of divine religious revelation.
"Jack? What ... is it?"
"Listen."
Then, her heart suddenly beginning to pound in her breast, she heard it too, distant, barely audible, but unmistakable. "A plane!"
"I think so."
"Where's your , ... where's your cigarette lighter?"
He slapped his shirt pocket, then his trousers. "It must have fallen out last night. In the tent."
She scurried beneath the flaps and fell to her knees, searching frantically through their bedding, her breasts, which she hadn't bothered to encumber with a brassiere, trembling with her hastened breathing. Then she found the lighter and emerged, dashing down along the sand to the pile of wood and falling to her knees beside it. She tried the lighter, which didn't light, tried it again, then again. The third time it caught and she applied it quickly to the smallest of the kindling, which flamed up quickly and then went out. She lit it again, in a panic, holding her face low over it to blow the fire. "It's not going!" she gasped, then suddenly drew back as a larger piece of wood caught and the flames started to creep up through the pine bows stacked on the frame work of piled wood. "Now! Now it's going to go!"
"Put it out, Kitty."
She turned, staring without comprehension, listening to the now unmistakable drone of the airplane engine. "But...?"
"Throw the sand on it. Quick! There's no use in wasting the wood."
She turned, staring at the flames, now on the verge of really beginning to spread. Then, still not understanding, she began to heap the sand on it, and as it was going out turned, her eyes filled with tears, to look back at him. "But Jack?"
Now the plane was even louder, though still far away.
"It's a Boeing 747. And it's way up there. At that distance, this smoke would just look like part of the clouds."
Then his gaze shifted past her, and she turned also and saw the three ant-like figures of the boys, running on the far shore of the lake. Silently, they watched them. It must have been almost ten minutes before they came up, panting, perplexed.
"What's the matter?" asked Pete. "Why didn't you light it?"
Kitty looked back and forth from Jack to Pete. Now Billy Clayton, who'd lagged not far behind, was catching up to the bigger boy. Darrell, who Kitty absently noted was carrying something, was coming in a delayed last. For a long time the two adversaries stared at each other in silence, and Kitty thought she'd never seen such savage, animal hatred in her life as the hatred she saw in their eyes. And it was having a strange effect on her. She was a part of it; or, incredible as it seemed, it was rivalry for her attention from which it derived. That thought made her shudder. Pete was only fourteen years old. She should never be thinking of him in these terms. And yet she was. She couldn't help herself.
"Didn't you even hear the goddamn thing?" Pete asked at last.
"Yeah," said Jack. "I heard it. That was a Boeing 747. You know, kid? A jumbo jet. It was flying out of Los Angeles, and at that altitude it had to be a trans-continental flight. I happen to know those routes, so I know just how far up it was. Now, do you know what a puff of smoke looks like through a cloud covering from twenty-two thousand feet?"
His voice had suddenly drastically began to rise and the flush of red that swept over his face caused Kitty to bite her lip fearfully. "Well, I'll tell you what a goddamn puff of smoke looks like from that distance. It doesn't look like a goddamn thing." He paused, shaking his head, nodding at his lower leg. "If I didn't have this goddamn broken ankle, I'd take you down and turn you over my lap and spank your ass till you cried."
"Jack!" Kitty hissed.
"And if I ever catch you peeking on me and Kitty again, I promise you that if we live I'll chase you down and do just that when I'm back on my feet."
Pete nodded, his own handsome, boyish face now a drawn mask of anger. His fists were swiftly clenching, unclenching and clenching again, and he was bouncing lightly on his toes, looking nervously around. Then he turned suddenly as Darrel Hanson came stumbling up, so exhausted he could hardly stay on his feet.
"Gimme the fish."
Darrel handed him the stringer on which hung two trout, about twelve inches apiece, and Kitty realized that was what she'd noticed him carrying, though she'd been so engrossed in the argument that it hadn't registered on her. Pete regarded the trout proudly for a moment, then looked back contemptuously at Jack.
"Got a knife, Captain Seagull?" He pitched the fish at Jack. They flopped against his chest and fell into his lap. "We caught them, so if you want to help eat them, you can clean them."
Jack looked down silently at the fish for a moment, then up at Pete again. His lips were quivering and Kitty could see he was exerting all his self-control to keep from exploding.
"Let me try to appeal," Jack began finally in a surprisingly soft voice, "to your better judgment-if such a thing exists. What we want to do is survive. Unfortunately, I can't walk. So I can't do everything I'd like to do to contribute. But I do have more experience than you boys. I can at least direct you."
"Sort of a you-got-us-into-it, you'll-get-us-out-of-it thing, hunh?" asked Pete drily.
That was more than Jack could take. He seized the stringer with the two fish and flung it back-handed directly at Pete's face. As a reflex the kid ducked and the two fish sailed past, hitting the sandy shore of the beach, skipping along. They all watched them come to a stop just at the edge of the water, flapping wildly. Then a little wave rolled in, splashing gently over them. And with several more strenuous flops they were gone.
"Crap," Billy Clayton said disgustedly.
Pete stared pensively at the water into which the fish had disappeared, then turned back, looking intently at Kitty for a moment before his gaze went back to Jack. "You really fucked up then, Buddy," he said, his use of that awful word almost shattering her. "That wasn't in the best interest of the tribe, and the tribe does not reward people who aren't working to its best interest." Pete paused, a grin suddenly coming to his lips as he regarded Kitty out of the comer of his eye. And somehow she knew, she felt what he was working toward, knew irrefutably that she could not be mistaken even if she didn't know how she knew. And she could see on the faces of the other two boys that they knew also. Jack did too. And the poignancy of that moment's silence, before Pete went on with what he was saying, almost caused her to pass out.
"I'm taking over now," Pete said calmly, self-assuredly. "I'm taking over with our survival. Your job will be to listen to the airplanes and tell us what altitude they're flying at ... and I'm taking over with our woman."
Kitty's breath escaped in a long, deep sigh. The eyes of all four of the males-Jack, the man, the two boys, Billy and Darrel, and Pete, whose rapid metamorphosis had placed him outside the bounds of categorization-were all upon her. She felt as if she had been hit on the head with a sledge hammer. Her legs were weak, her vision blurred, and she thought she weaved dizzily. She could see the defeat in Jack's eyes, see that though he was psychologically struggling against it, he was forced to admit it. With Jack's injured leg, Pete was left the physical superior of the group. And in this savage condition of existence, it was finally physical superiority which counted. And they all knew that-Pete, now looking at her with calm triumph, the other two boys, watching excitedly, thinking of her, she was certain, in the terms Pete had used: "our woman".
That, Kitty thought with a curious resignation, was what really summed the whole thing up. They were living in a savage state, and in three days their attitudes had regressed to the attitudes that must have been held by their ancestors hundreds of thousands of years ago. It was a new code of life to them, but in fact it was an ancient code, rooted in the history of the race of man, and rooted perhaps even in his genetic makeup. And under this code, in which strength always ruled over weakness, Kitty was weakest of all.
And she became nothing but a prize. A possession. A sex object, or slave.
"Miss Sawyer," Pete said, "would you come with me, please."
Kitty shook her head in feeble protest, staring at him through blurred vision. "No, Pete. Please, no.
"Yes," he said more emphatically.
He took her hand, holding it strongly. He looked intently into her eyes. She knew it was inevitable. It was this she had dreaded from the beginning, this regression to the primitive. But it had been inevitable, as the next step was also inevitable. Yet even knowing that, she resisted slightly as Pete started away, trying to hold back so that he almost dragged her along the sand toward the line of the trees.
He led her into a small flat clearing among the pines, littered with a soft bed of needles. Only now did he turn her loose and she stepped back, watching him breathlessly, her heart pounding in her chest. Again she remembered the sight of him standing nearly naked in the edge of the water just after Jack had crash-landed the plane in the lake, and the recollection caused a flutter of unwanted excitement in her stomach and loins that she couldn't quite contain. She didn't know what was coming over her. It all seemed like a dream, from which she would momentarily awaken. But she knew it was no dream. It was going to happen, whether she wanted it to or not. And strangely, there was some perverse, heretofore unknown element in her character that did want it. But in spite of that Kitty knew she had to fight. She had to try to resist even if her heart wasn't really in it. If she submitted freely, she could never justify her actions, never regain her self-respect.
"Take your uniform off, Miss Sawyer," Pete said softly, his eyes dropping from her face to trail down her sensuous, shapely body.
The blonde nurse shook her head feverishly, her eyes wild. "No, Pete. I won't do it. You're acting like a crazy man, like a ... savage."
"We are savages now, Miss Sawyer. And pretty soon, I'm afraid, we're all going to be dead. So I'm going to get some living in first."
Kitty watched in dread as Pete quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, his muscular torso coated with thinly beaded perspiration, glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the pines. He started to unbutton his trousers, then seemingly as an afterthought paused in this and stepped suddenly toward her. And as she stared down in helpless shock, immobilized by her terror, he reached up to seize her uniform, gripping it with both hands just above her high-arched breasts. Then, as he jerked violently outward, the buttons snapped and he tore it completely down the front.
A little sob rose in her throat as she looked down at the uplifted mounds of her breasts, hardly concealed by the narrow half-cups of her brassiere. Below, the smooth flat plane of her belly was exposed, the buttons of her uniform ripped loose all the way down to her navel.
Pete hesitated, as if he were waiting to see if she would finish undressing herself. But Kitty couldn't have done that even if she'd wanted to. She was still paralyzed with shock. Then he reached up quickly and pushed the uniform off her shoulders and it dropped suddenly to the ground at her ankles. He stepped around her immobile figure, using both hands to unsnap her bra, and Kitty gave out with a muffled cry as he moved back in front of her and with a sudden violent motion flung the flimsy white undergarment high into the limbs of one of the towering pines that bounded the clearing, where it caught, flapping in the slight breeze.
"You won't be needing that any more. From now on I want to be able to get at your tits when I'm in the mood."
Standing now completely naked except for her thinly clinging panties, Kitty felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. The whole world had been turned upside down. Pete was a mere fourteen year old boy, and under normal circumstances he should have respected her as an adult, given her at least a degree of authority over him. And instead he was talking about her body as if it belonged to him, to be used, pawed up, soiled and discarded at will. And unless they were rescued, she had no doubt that this was what would happen.
Then the trembling blonde gasped aloud as Pete suddenly undid his trousers, dropped them to his ankles and stepped out of them, leaving only his tight jockey shorts, in which his prematurely developed cock already stood up in a lewdly pulsing erection. And Kitty's shocked eyes widened even farther as Pete suddenly yanked the jockey shorts down, bending his erect penis and then freeing it to spring upward with a slap against his flat stomach.
Kitty almost fainted when she saw the true dimensions of the over-sized rod of boy flesh. Completely exposed, it proved to be even larger than it had appeared tenting up in Pete's jockey shorts. She couldn't help but wonder how she could even take it in her tight little vagina, though in spite of all her attempts at control, the thought inspired undeniable twinges of masochistic excitement to dart through her loins and naked breasts. Then Kitty shivered as Pete stepped forward and seized the tight elastic waistband of her clinging panties, drawing them slowly down off the ripeness of her buttocks and the thin golden hair between her thighs. Still too petrified to move, she watched him through watery eyes, his confident grin only further convincing her of her own helplessness.
Then to Kitty's complete surprise, Pete went down suddenly to his knees before her, drawing her panties down her long shapely legs as he dropped. "I'm gonna make you like this, Miss Sawyer," he said. "Whether you want to or not."
It happened too fast. Kitty had a premonition of what the headstrong teenager was about to do to her, but the obscene act seemed so shocking, so perverse, that she couldn't believe it was anything but her own warped imagination that prompted her to think of it. And when she did realize what was happening, it was too late. Pete had already buried his face between her naked thighs, his tongue licking wetly along one of her taut inner tendons to brush lightly through the soft curls of pubic hair that lined the trembling lips of her cunt and find sudden devastating contact with the pink little bud of her clitoris nestled so invitingly at the top of her moistened pussy slit.
Now Kitty came really close to passing out from the contrasting combination of the deliciously shocking sensation of having the young boy's tongue and lips kissing and nibbling over the forbidden warmth of her lust-tortured pussy and her own guilt at allowing the boy to subject her to the humiliating experience. Kitty had never let a man do this to her in her life. It was degrading for him as well as for her and it seemed to endow the act of sex with a baseness that could not help but spoil it for even the most amorous couple. But in spite of her repugnance, she couldn't deny the shattering tremors of ecstasy coursing out through her loins from the gentle titillation she derived as Pete's tongue slavered wetly up and down the hair-lined lips of her cunt.
"Oooh! Oh God!" Kitty gasped in spite of herself as Pete reached up to seize her nakedly clenched buttocks and pull her loins up even more warmly to his face. She could hear his muffled groans between her wide-parted thighs and the sight of him kneeling before her, his face buried in the blonde curls of the hair of her pussy, prompted a perverse excitement she could not contain. It was too obscene for words. Never had she been subjected to anything so vulgar. But it felt good. It felt so good she could hardly stand it.
Kitty didn't know what to do. She'd never felt like this in her life. Here was a fourteen year old boy, a minor, performing cunnilingus on her and she didn't have the will power to even try to stop him.
Then the lust-crazed blonde nurse felt her legs go weak as Pete parted her moistened pussy lips and his tongue slavered suddenly right up into the tightly clinging little passage of her cunt. She looked down between her desire-swollen breasts, watching feverishly as Pete continued his obscene assault upon her helpless loins, the lewd darting probings of the boy's tongue into the tender flesh of her pussy was such a striking contrast to the sensation last night as she was violated by the skewering shaft of Jack's penis that she couldn't control the hotly rising lust surging through her naked body.
Then as an even more convulsive shiver went through her body, Kitty closed her eyes and dropped her hands down to Pete's hair, holding his head to her trembling thighs, moaning deeply in her unrestrained passion. She knew it was wrong. She knew she would never forgive herself once she returned to a rational state of mind. She was not only submitting to this obscene act; she was encouraging it. But she couldn't help herself. It felt too good, and nothing mattered but that the obscenely titillating sensation continue. She wanted more and more of it, until she was driven completely out of her mind with lust and longing.
The teenager's tongue was lapping deeper and deeper up into the blonde nurse's wantonly clasping cunt. Her white thighs quivered and he could feel her naked buttocks clenching spasmodically in his hands as he dug his fingers into the softly vibrant flesh. He knew he was winning now. This was more than Miss Sawyer could resist, and it wouldn't be long until she was ready to fuck. And once he'd fucked her, really fucked her, she would be his. Pete might not have long to live, but he was going to exact every possible ounce of pleasure during the time that remained.
For a few moments longer Kitty basked in the obscene pleasure of having the boy lick and suck her lust-tortured pussy. Then suddenly she realized she could stand no more. The sheer raw sensation was driving her out of her mind with longing, building her to a surreal plane of passion she could hardly even believe existed. But it wasn't fulfillment. It was maddening frustration. And she had to have the release that had eluded her last night. She had to cum before she cracked up completely, and to do that she had to have Pete's cock. Wrong as it was, wrong as it would be in the outside world, she had to have it in her, even if it hurt her.
"That's enough!" the excited nurse gasped aloud. "That's enough, Pete! I can't stand any more of it." As she spoke she pushed his head back from her moistened loins. Then her legs went weak and she sank down to her knees before him, staring at him with blurred vision for a moment before she reclined limply onto her back on the soft pine needles.
"Make love to me, Pete," she whispered in total wanton surrender to the teenager who had asserted his power. "Fuck me."
Then again she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and parting her thighs wide as Pete climbed over her nakedly prone body, lowering the weight of his muscular chest on the soft round cushion of her breasts, dropping his loins down between her widespread thighs. A little purr of sensual anticipation rose in Kitty's throat as she felt Pete's warm breath on her sensitive skin of her neck, felt the weight of his hard young body pressed down on hers. Then she shivered with dread as the throbbing shaft of his giant cock brushed suddenly up between her thighs, surging threateningly toward her unprotected loins. Again she remembered its frightening size, again found herself wondering if she could even take it in her tight little pussy. But she had to try. She'd gone too far now to back out.
"Easy, Pete," Kitty moaned in delirium as she felt his hand move down between her thighs, gently parting the already lewdly moistening lips of her pussy. Than a cry of surprise burst spontaneously from her lips as he lunged forward and she felt the first terrifying contact of the bulbous rubbery head of his penis with her defenseless cuntal softness.
Kitty's eyes opened wide. She stared at the cloudy sky above, gritting her teeth from the devastating sensation as Pete lunged forward again, the rounded hardness of the naked head of his cock prodding relentlessly against her tight little pussy opening. She let out her breath in a low deep gasp, then groaned as with a sudden pop just the head of Pete's cock shoved up between the quivering lips of her pussy.
"Ooooh!" she groaned, her whole body quivering. She had never felt anything like this and the sensation was almost more than she could stand. She didn't dare move, lying perfectly still on her back on the ground, holding her breath.
Then, as Pete shoved forward again, she realized that was only the beginning. A low whimper swelled to Kitty's lips as she felt the blood-engorged shaft of the self-assured teenager's massive cock worm its way slowly up into the caressing inner flesh of her cunt, sweeping aside all her physical resistance with the sheer strength of its rigidity until it was buried deep in the most sensitive inner warmth of her pussy and she felt Pete's cum-filled testicles slap lightly against the sensitive orifice of her puckered anus.
"Oh my God," Kitty gasped, relieved that the worst was over. But still she didn't dare move. She'd never been filled like this. She was completely impaled and she thought the slightest motion of her body might increase the stretching sensation of the cock thrust up between her naked loins to the point that she really couldn't stand it. Then that fact was verified as Pete flexed his penis and seemed to surge even deeper into her ravished loins, causing a shudder to rack her whole voluptuously naked body.
"I'm sorry, Miss Sawyer," Pete gasped into her ear. "Did I hurt you?"
Kitty could hardly believe she'd heard correctly. Even this mild expression of kindness from the boy who'd acted so ruthlessly with her was astonishing, and caused a delicious warmth to rise in her breasts. It proved Pete wasn't all bad.
Then Kitty sobbed as the robust teenager again flexed himself inside her wide-stretched cunt and began to slowly move above her, drawing the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock gradually out and then shoving it relentlessly back into her clinging cuntal passage. Each thrust seemed to drive a little deeper into her belly, each lunge further intensified the raw sensation she derived from the obscene attack.
But gradually she was becoming accustomed to the shocking presence within her lewdly expanded cunt. The lengthy oral assault Pete had inflicted on her defenseless loins had caused her vaginal moisture to flow freely, and as he began to fuck harder in and out, her lubricated pussy walls yielded more and more. And the frustration and need that had been built up in the young blonde nurse last night and then gone unfulfilled, and the increasing excitement instilled in her by Pete's obscene kissing and licking of her cunt, had taken their toll on Kitty's ability to resist.
In spite of her fear and the faint lingering pain, her body was beginning to spontaneously respond. Cautiously she arched her naked ass-cheeks up from the ground, whimpering with lust from the increased friction of the resilient cock-shaft on the sensitive little bud of her clitoris. Unable to restrain herself, she began a sensuous writhing motion on the ground beneath the eagerly fucking teenager. And gradually the pain was beginning to fade, leaving only the sheer and merciless pleasure of the ruthless invasion of her cunt.
"Yes!" Kitty sobbed out suddenly, dropping her hands to claw eagerly over the rippling muscles of the muscular teenager's back, suddenly lunging her buttocks up even higher, parting her thighs wider to let him drive the throbbing hardness of his blood-engorged penis even more violently into her trembling pussy-warmth. Now Kitty was really shedding her inhibitions. She was responding in spite of herself, unable to contain the ripples of pleasure darting over her naked flesh. She squirmed her voluptuously rounded breasts eagerly up against Pete's hairless chest, the pressure and friction on her tingling nipples causing them to swell to even greater hardness. Already she could feel the distant ripples beginning far up inside her cock-rent belly, feel herself again ascending toward that state of sensual ecstasy she'd attained the night before with Jack only to be interrupted by Pete's intrusion. But that wouldn't happen today. Kitty had never been so excited in her life and she knew that nothing was going to stop her from cumming now.
Sensing that the helplessly aroused blonde nurse was on the verge of total surrender, Pete further intensified his own violent assault. He drew the head of his cock all the way out to her hair-lined pussy lips on the out-stroke, poising it there for just an instant as she quivered in frantic expectation beneath him, then slamming back up into the tightest inner depths of her cunt with a shattering lunge that racked her naked body. He pawed at the vibrant fullness of her breasts, kissing her hungrily on the lips. She was really going out of her mind now, and her response was having a strange effect on the boy. He had more control than he'd ever had with any of the young girls he'd screwed. He knew he could cum any time he wanted to. But he didn't have to cum. It was just as easy to hold it back, and right now Pete felt like he could fuck for hours.
"Oh Pete!" Kitty cried in complete abandonment. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Scarcely able to believe it was really her voice saying those obscene words, Kitty threw her legs up into the air, locking her knees above Pete's laboring back to form a straight sheath of her cuntal passage into which he could drive the palpitating rod of teenage flesh even harder and more furiously. Grunts of obscene delight sprang to her lips as he slammed down against her quivering loins again and again, his loins slapping loudly against her up-turned ass-cheeks with each jolting thrust. "Harder!" she cried. "Harder! Harder!"
Pete gazed down at the wantonly surrendered blonde with a look of absolute triumph, holding himself still above her for a moment as she waited in quivering anticipation. Then with a deep grunt he began a series of shattering staccato lunges, driving the hard rod of cock-flesh in straight, deeply wracking strokes all the way to the hilt in her cunt. For a moment longer Kitty languished in a limbo of passion. Then far up in her belly she felt the maddening flutters begin. She gave out with a low sigh, her body going limp, her buttocks sinking into the cushion of pine needles.
A moment later it happened, the blinding waves of ecstasy surging furiously over every burning inch of her naked flesh, the fluttering of her loins and breasts blotting everything from her mind but the shattering release that consumed her. And as the explosion continued, she showered eager kisses of gratitude on the perspiring teenager's face, cries and whimpers of passion pouring from her mouth in a constant unending stream.
It seemed to go on and on, and the hard driving penetration of Pete's giant cock, still rigidly flexed, did not stop. Kitty gasped for breath, dropping her legs back to the ground, her head lolling from side to side as the last spasms of delight overcame her. She dropped her hands to Pete's buttocks, trying to still him, to hold him motionless inside her exploding cunt.
Then she opened her eyes, gradually beginning to understand. Pete hadn't cum yet. His whole body was still trembling with lust and excitement, and she was sated, exhausted. She couldn't imagine how a boy his age could have such control. But she knew after what Pete had done for her, she couldn't deny him his own satisfaction.
With a groan, Kitty arched her buttocks upward again, undulating her loins in a slow, circular motion. "Yes, Pete!" she gasped through her strained breathing. "Yes. Come on. I've had enough."
Slowly the laboring teenager slackened his movements until he lay still upon her. He stared intently at her face, a strange, almost satanic look in his eye. He flexed his cock deep inside her pussy, causing another involuntary shiver to dart through her body. Then he touched one of his fingers to her voluptuous lips, tracing a slow circle around her mouth. Her heart pounding, Kitty waited, the first shadow of dreadful comprehension already flitting ominously through her mind.
Then she sighed as Pete withdrew, shaking her head in feeble protest as he moved up to sit straddled on her fully rounded breasts, his glistening penis pointed straight at her face.
It was too obscene for words, but she knew that was what he was demanding. And she knew she should have expected nothing less. He had done it for her.
Now she was going to have to do it for him.
waves of ecstasy surging furiously over every burning inch of her naked flesh, the fluttering of her loins and breasts blotting everything from her mind but the shattering release that consumed her. And as the explosion continued, she showered eager kisses of gratitude on the perspiring teenager's face, cries and whimpers of passion pouring from her mouth in a constant unending stream.
It seemed to go on and on, and the hard driving penetration of Pete's giant cock, still rigidly flexed, did not stop. Kitty gasped for breath, dropping her legs back to the ground, her head lolling from side to side as the last spasms of delight overcame her. She dropped her hands to Pete's buttocks, trying to still him, to hold him motionless inside her exploding cunt.
Then she opened her eyes, gradually beginning to understand. Pete hadn't cum yet. His whole body was still trembling with lust and excitement, and she was sated, exhausted. She couldn't imagine how a boy his age could have such control. But she knew after what Pete had done for her, she couldn't deny him his own satisfaction.
With a groan, Kitty arched her buttocks upward again, undulating her loins in a slow, circular motion. "Yes, Pete!" she gasped through her strained breathing. "Yes. Come on. I've had enough."
Slowly the laboring teenager slackened his movements until he lay still upon her. He stared intently at her face, a strange, almost satanic look in his eye. He flexed his cock deep inside her pussy, causing another involuntary shiver to dart through her body. Then he touched one of his fingers to her voluptuous lips, tracing a slow circle around her mouth. Her heart pounding, Kitty waited, the first shadow of dreadful comprehension already flitting ominously through her mind.
Then she sighed as Pete withdrew, shaking her head in feeble protest as he moved up to sit straddled on her fully rounded breasts, his glistening penis pointed straight at her face.
It was too obscene for words, but she knew that was what he was demanding. And she knew she should have expected nothing less. He had done it for her.
Now she was going to have to do it for him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kitty's eyes filled with tears, which spilled in great drops down her cheeks as Pete slipped his hand beneath her head to lift it up from the mud, bending her neck to draw her lips even closer to the hard-throbbing shaft of his cock and the gleaming rubbery head. She was still in a state of altered reality from the shattering climax that had just engulfed her. The emotions a woman couldn't help feeling when a man, or in this case a boy, gave her such a rousing orgasm the one she'd just experienced filled her breasts. She wanted to hold Pete in her arms, to hug him and kiss his lips. And he was demanding it she suck his penis.
It was just one more step in their descent to savagery, she thought. Pete's desperation to get anything he could out of life while there was
II time to do it was turning him into a wild animal. He wasn't content with just sexual intercourse. His misdirected lust for life made him demand more and more, even this humiliating act of perversion. And Kitty knew she had no choice but to submit. She could see from the look of determination in Pete's eyes that he wouldn't listen to her protests. But oddly, she was almost grateful for that. She didn't want a choice now. Because something was happening to Kitty that she would have never expected, and it was one of the most disturbing things she had ever experienced in her life. In spite of her revulsion at the thought of taking Pete's penis, now coated with her own vaginal secretions, in her mouth, Kitty could feel renewed stirrings of excitement fluttering completely beyond all her control through her so recently ravished loins.
"Oh Pete, please don't," Kitty sobbed half-heartedly nonetheless, as the trembling teenager used his other hand to bend his lust-inflamed hardness downward to point it even more directly toward her lips.
"Come on, Miss Sawyer," he gasped, his own excitement reflected in his strained voice. "I was looking at your lips on the plane before we crashed and I got started thinking about this."
Kitty blanched with shame. She'd never felt so insulted in her life. Pete really did think of her as nothing but a piece of flesh, an object to be used as he wished. And he'd thought about her like that even before the plane crash that had put them in their present uncivilized condition of living.
"Come on, Miss Sawyer," Pete repeated. "Don't make me force you to suck me off."
Kitty's heart was pounding furiously and she could feel fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she returned her attention to the bulbous cock-head directed so threateningly to her face. Again she experienced a tremor of longing in her loins as she contemplated what she was about to do. Because she knew she was going to do it, even without being forced. As shamed and humiliated as it made her feel, Kitty knew she couldn't refuse Pete anything the maddening climax he'd just given her.
There was a little drop of seminal fluid glistening on the glans at the shining tip. Kitty hadn't the faintest idea what that would taste like, as she'd never let a man put his penis in her mouth before. But today, it seemed, was a day for new experiences.
Taking a deep breath, Kitty flicked her tongue suddenly from her lips to lick up the glistening drop of fluid, its tangy taste only increasing her building masochistic anticipation as she prepared herself to submit to this final degradation. Then she thrust her tongue from between her ovaled lips again, circling it slowly around the hard rubbery flesh, hearing Pete moan with excitement and feeling his throbbing cock twitch before her face as if with its own personal want. Then she leaned her head forward, parting her lips to take the blood-engorged head into the warmth and moisture of her mouth.
Now Kitty's body was coming back to life. In spite of all her aversion to the obscene act this callous teenager had forced her to commit, she was beginning to respond. Little tremors of ecstasy were coursing through her loins and the tips of her breasts tingled with her renewed passion. And some perverse aspect of her nature had made her begin to long in spite of all her natural repugnance to do just what Pete demanded and more. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel its resilient hugeness between her lips and teeth. She wanted him to fuck her in the mouth, to use her mouth as he'd used her cunt moments ago with all the violence and passion she knew he was capable of.
Relishing her own wildly mounting excitement, Kitty planted moist kisses around the jerking cock-head and lewdly straining shaft, continuing to play and tease Pete. She knew she was really driving him out of his mind, and though it was a feeble retribution for the way he'd treated her today, she took uncontrollable delight in watching the tortured look on his face as she taunted him.
Then with a sudden groan Pete pulled Kitty's face even closer to his loins, at the same time lunging his hips forward above her swollen breasts to shove the full length of his hotly twitch cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Kitty gulped, giving out a muffled gasp of masochistic delight. The ruthless entry of Pete's cock into her mouth almost choked her, but she derived a perverse and wanton pleasure from the lewd assault, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating cock-head crush into the voluptuous tenderness of her mouth. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing shaft, at Pete's guidance beginning to bob her head backward and forward as his buttocks jerked in a spontaneous rhythm, his hips crushing the softness of her breasts and holding her pinioned helplessly on the floor beneath him.
The excited fourteen year old groaned, trembling as he felt Miss Sawyer tighten her lips around the hard-fleshed shaft of his cock, now taking almost half the length of it into her lewdly sucking mouth. Already his control was beginning to falter, as much from the obscene triumph he derived in subjugating the sexy older blonde as from the titillation of her wanton sucking of his cock, and he could feel the cum beginning to well up in his balls in anticipation of the wild ejaculation that was swiftly drawing closer.
As Pete began to hunch more rapidly back and forth above her squirming breasts, Kitty further intensified the lust-inspired swirlings of her moistened tongue around the jerking cock-shaft. Again and again she felt the desire-inflamed hardness of Pete's cock shove relentlessly into her yielding mouth, the eagerly pulsing head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself so far in the back of her throat she thought she would choke. She closed her eyes, purring softly around the violating rod of flesh and swishing her tongue wildly around the throbbing head. Gradually she was loosing the last of her inhibitions, immersing herself body and soul in the lewd shaft of sucking the boy's penis. She concentrated all her efforts on it, making gurgling noises deep in her throat, yielding up her soft warm mouth totally for his pleasure. She sucked ravenously, determined to pay him back twofold for his own self-subjugation of licking and kissing her pussy m until she thought she would go out of her mind with lust and need.
Then a shudder passed through Kitty's whole body as Pete reached back behind his back and dropped his hand down to the smooth plane of her belly, trailing it swiftly downward into the damp curls of her thin blonde cunt-hair and down between her inner thighs. She mewled loudly around the cock that Filled her mouth and intensified her fervent sucking as his fingers brushed teasingly along her hair-lined cuntal slit. Then a muffled wail issued from deep in her throat at the first shuddering contact of his finger on the rigidly throbbing bud of her clitoris, and the surge of lust that swelled through her body was every bit as profound as the lust she'd experienced before the rousing climax Pete had given her just minutes ago.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm yes!" Kitty managed barely intelligibly, working her head back and forth more swiftly, sucking hungrily with her lips as Pete's extended middle finger moved back along her hotly tingling cunt-lips and wormed suddenly up between them into her steaming inner vaginal flesh.
Her teeth scratched lightly up and down over the sensitive skin of Pete's cock and her tongue still swiped and twirled madly about the palpitating head. Then her buttocks began to hunch eagerly up and down as Pete's thumb found contact with the pulsating bud of her clitoris and he began to tweak and massage it in a frenzied rhythm even as his middle finger burrowed deeper into her inner pussy softness and began to finger-fuck rapidly in and out between her tightly clinging cunt-lips.
Then Kitty stiffened as she felt Pete tense above her. She opened her eyes, staring up in dismay as she realized what was about to happen. But she couldn't even utter a word of protest. Her mouth was filled by the lewdly violating shaft of cock-flesh. He held her by the hair, pulling her face tightly to his loins. The weight of his body pinned her defenselessly to the ground, and there was nothing she could do to protect herself.
She knew he was going to cum any second now, and obscene as the idea seemed, he was going to do it right in her mouth. That must be the ultimate degradation, and Kitty didn't think there was but one way she could endure the humiliation of having him pump his whole load of hotly squirting semen between her unwilling lips. She had to cum to. She had to have that compensation for her shameful surrender to his obscene lust.
Squirming her buttocks even more wildly, Kitty strained to attain her own desperately needed release before Pete ejaculated in her mouth. And in her urgency and her submission she began to long for the precious life-giving sperm she knew this very minute was racing up from his testicles toward its lewd emission between her lips. She wanted it, wanted to swallow every last hot drop of it. She wanted to make her own degradation complete.
Groaning with his building excitement, Pete fucked frenziedly in and out Miss Sawyer's yielded mouth, driving his cock between her lips as hard and ruthlessly as he'd driven it between the soft lips of her pussy moments ago, ramming the palpitating head all the way to the back of her throat.
Moments later Kitty felt the first searing droplets of the warm fresh-tasting sperm come spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking. And at almost the same instant she felt the first distant waves begin up in her own loins, the orgasmic crescendo building through her undulating body even more profoundly than it had before. Her passion was heightened to distortion by her humiliating surrender and all her defenses had been shattered by her lewd submission to her warped and obscene lust. And as the thickly spewing droplets continued to squirt into her throat, she was overcome by an even more shattering masochistic bliss.
Then at last Pete sighed, his buttocks sinking down heavily on Kitty's mauled breasts, the finger-fucking of his middle finger into her convulsing loins slacking off and then ceasing completely as her ass-cheeks sank onto the ground. She closed her eyes, the shivers of delight continuing to course over her naked body for a few moments longer before she let her head fall back and Pete's already deflating penis slipped from between her lips.
Then he crawled off her and sprawled for a moment on his back on the ground beside her, breathing heavily. Kitty opened her eyes and turned to look at him, her face glowing with gratitude in spite of the vague twinges of guilt she was already beginning to feel. He was staring somberly at the sky. He looked exhausted, but the excitement had gone from his face, replaced by a troubled expression.
"We'd better get to work," he said with a sigh, getting up and retrieving his clothes and starting to put them on.
Kitty lay still and naked on her back for a few moments longer, then also rose. She looked at her brassiere, hanging high above in the pine branches, then picked up her panties and put them on and walked a few paces across the clearing to retrieve her dress.
She picked it up and sadly inspected the buttons. Only three of them remained intact, one just below breast level, the other two at her waist. It would offer her some protection, but without a brassiere her breasts would still be half exposed. But, she thought with a shrug, after what had happened here today she supposed modesty hardly mattered anymore.
They walked together back down toward the camp, Kitty feeling almost hopelessly vulnerable before the stares of the other two boys and the injured man. Jack wore an expression of complete defeat, but she could see he was resentful of her, felt betrayed by her. She could hardly blame him. But it was the expressions on the faces of the two younger boys that troubled her more. There was not in there eyes even a semblance of respect for her, just a cold, hungry want, and on Billy's part a disturbing consciousness of her voluptuous, only half-hidden breasts.
Pete looked icily back at the two boys as they came up to the camp. Then, in an obvious gesture of superiority, he put his hand about Kitty's waist and let it drop vulgarly down over the ripeness of her rounded buttocks. Not knowing what else to do, she merely hung her head shamefully, avoiding their eyes. She remembered what he'd said, just before beginning his cruel rape of her body and spirit, about them being savages now. It was true, she thought. So true. And as for Pete's vow to get as much as he could out of life while there was still time, he'd gotten off to a good start today. But what troubled her was that she didn't doubt that the other two boys were thinking the exact same thing. It was only natural that they do so, she thought, just as she supposed it was only natural for her to feel the same way. If they were going to die here in the wilderness, there seemed little reason to worry about the sexual mores of a civilization they had left forever behind. But the trouble was that that didn't apply merely to herself and Pete.
It applied to the whole group-a group in which she was the lone, helpless female.
"Kitty, you'd better start trying to put together something out of that canvas that will keep us warm," Pete said after a moment, breaking a tense silence. "Darrel and Billy will go fishing again. And I'm going to build a bird trap." He paused, looking about ominously. "Darrel, you and Billy can move your bedding over to Captain Seagull's tent. Miss Sawyer will be sleeping in that one with me from now on."
* * *
Kitty had known from the looks on the faces of the two smaller boys when Pete told them to move their things to Jack's tent because she would be sleeping with him that it wasn't going to be as simple as he thought. Their situation was too desperate for them to allow him to monopolize her. She sensed all too clearly, as she and Pete returned from their wanton episode in the little clearing in the trees above the camp, that they wanted her. She could see the metamorphosis she'd noted first in Pete beginning also in the two less mature boys. Hardship and the prospect of death was making men out of them, with manly thought patterns and manly needs. And Kitty feared she was going to become the pawn in a very serious game as soon as Billy and Darrel, or perhaps the both of them at once, reached their snapping points.
That didn't come quite as soon as Kitty might have expected it, possibly because of Pete's almost uncanny ability to demand a grudging respect and because of the obvious fact that if they were going to survive any length of time here, they would owe their survival to him.
Astonishing as it seemed, Pete had not completed his transformation into savagery on the day of his brutal rape of her helpless body. The transformation had only then begun, and she thought her surrender to him might have contributed to what came afterward. Pete, now commanding the status of a tribal chieftain with his own personal harem-for possessing her, the lone woman, to the exclusion of the other males was certainly tantamount to possessing a harem under other circumstances-immersed himself almost with a relish into the new circumstances of their life. Having taught the other two boys to fish, he left them to handle that, and they were usually able to supply a couple of trout a day. Pete built his bird trap, a small cage of sticks which was perched on a trigger made of three pieces of carved wood and which fell when the trigger was sprung. On the second day he produced a chucker quail, which was a welcome variation to the fish. He had Kitty make him a thick vest out of one of the canvas ponchos, which lent him an odd Viking-like appearance when he wore it. He left the anticipation of rescue to the others and set himself to the task of learning how to live in the woods. He began to think about surviving the winter and with this in mind lashed together several layers of pine bows to reinforce their tent and keep them warm when the real cold began, and finished making his bow and spent a certain amount of time each day trying to track down a deer, though as yet he'd had no success with that.
At night he made loud and violent love to Kitty while, she knew from the looks she received in the morning, Jack and the two other boys listened from the second tent.
But in spite of their resentment, the other two youngsters were adjusting to their primitive life. But Jack was another story. Kitty didn't think she'd ever seen a man go downhill so fast. He was still helpless, though now he could crawl around without suffering too much. He was growing a shaggy beard, and he'd lost his appetite and was appearing very gaunt. Kitty knew that he, for one, would not survive if they were still here for the cold. His guilt and his own pathetic state were destroying him, and she began to think he might long for death. She felt so sorry for him and thought she should try to cheer him up, and she attempted to be as nice to him as she could. One day, when they were alone at the camp, she decided to try something desperate. Though she had no idea what Pete might do if he found out, and though the act was completely alien to her nature, Kitty offered herself to Jack. It proved to be the worst mistake she could have made. Malnutrition and depression had left Jack impotent, and when Kitty finally gave up and put her tattered uniform back on, he was feeling more down than ever. But it did serve notice to her of the extent of his physical deterioration and from then on she forced him to eat, when the food was available, whether he wanted to or not.
As for Kitty, she went through her ordeal with mixed feelings. She had conflicting emotions where Pete was concerned. There was much about him that she liked, that she might be able to love. There was also much, his ruthlessness and selfishness, that she hated. She couldn't help but enjoy making love to him. But by the same token she couldn't contain the guilt she felt when she was not in the throes of passion and could think about her deeds with a rational outlook. And there was something else that continued to trouble her about their relationship: its patent unfairness to the other members of the group.
Before they'd been stranded here, she could never have entertained the thought that had been going through her mind. Even now it caused her to wonder if she were not completely insane to think of it. But the fact existed, as she knew well from an anthropology course she'd had in college, that in primitive societies where there was a shortage of women, the women were usually shared by all the men of the tribe. And that, shocking as it was for her to admit, was their situation here.
And Kitty had known all along that the other boys would come to that conclusion sooner or later. They reached it on their seventh day of isolated, savage existence.
It was early in the morning and Kitty and Pete had spent a night almost as wild as the first time he'd taken her in the clearing above the camp. In spite of the pine bows with which Pete had laced the tent, Kitty found it noticeably colder when she awoke. Emerging from the tent, she saw why. The snow-line on the peaks above the lake had descended by several hundred feet.
Billy and Darrel were already up, standing before their tent, staring grimly up at the evidence of winter upon them. Sitting inside the open flap, Jack Bradford looked gloomily at Kitty.
"Pete!" she called back into the tent.
He came out in a moment and followed the other boys' portentous gazes up to the white capped mountains. Kitty watched his face twitch as he absorbed the new development. Yet in his eyes she saw no fear, only anger and a fierce determination.
"All right," he said at last, nodding. He turned back to the boys, not noticing or choosing not to acknowledge the strange look on Billy's face. "Now we've got to get to work fast." He paused, thoughtful. "Darrel, I want you scrounging that forest all day for nuts. We're gonna store them, like squirrels. You stay on the fishing all day, Billy. We'll start saving them up, keep 'em on a stringer in the water here. When the snow gets to us we can freeze them, but we've got to be way ahead by then." He paused again, then continued: "Captain Seagull ... uh, Jack. Did you ever see an Indian make a fire by rubbing two sticks together?"
"No." Jack shook his head, the expression of defeat fixed upon his face.
"I haven't either. But I know it can be done and you're gonna have to figure out how. As long as we've got fire we've got a chance."
"You don't think we're gonna be rescued?" asked Billy, still regarding Pete with that strange expression which for Kitty had already become a warning.
"What?"
"You don't think a plane is going to come for us?"
Pete looked up at the cloudless, clear blue sky. "You see any planes up there?" He paused for a moment. "We're on our own. They've probably given us up already. But we can still make it. We can live if we want to. If we really work together and fight for it."
"Work together?" Billy asked.
"Yeah. Work together."
"And share?"
Now perhaps Pete did sense something. After a moment he nodded his head. "Yeah. Share!"
"That's what Darrel and I were thinking about," Billy said. "We were thinking about sharing the warmth."
Kitty silenced the little cry of shock that almost burst to her lips. She'd faced this moment many times in her imagination. She'd consciously tried to prepare herself for it. But what she knew Billy was trying to suggest was so alien to her basic nature, to her upbringing and all her experience and to her lingering puritanical attitude, that she was by no means ready for it.
"Whatta you mean?" Pete asked after a long silence.
Billy shifted his gaze to Kitty. Behind him, Darrel fidgeted nervously, looking down at the ground. "We mean we're gonna have to start sharing Miss ... the woman," he blurted finally.
Now Kitty did gasp aloud, and in spite of all her mental preparation, she knew she couldn't conceal the alarm in her face. And perhaps Pete's response derived from that, for he did look at her before turning back to Billy and saying: "Are you crazy? Miss Sawyer's not like that." He paused. "Besides, she's mine."
"No she's not, Pete," Billy went on with determination. "She's gonna have to belong to all of us. And she's gonna have to ... service us all."
Pete looked at Jack. "Are you the one that put this crap into this punk's head."
"No. I didn't say anything."
"That's right," Billy insisted. "We figured this out for ourselves. We're not gonna die virgins." Kitty gasped, unable to quell a motherly response to that so desperate and tragic statement. Pete, looking again at her, misconstrued her compassion for protest, then turned again to Billy.
"I'll kick your ass if you ever say anything about this again. Now get your butt up to that stream and start catching some trout."
He turned and ducked back into the tent, re-emerging in a moment with his bow and several crude arrows. For a moment Kitty's face blanched. She thought Pete had gone completely out of his mind. But he moved away from the tent, ignoring the two boys, and she realized that as far as he was concerned the incident was over, the question closed, and now he was going hunting.
But, looking again at Billy, she saw it wasn't over at all, and as that realization reached her the young boy moved suddenly forward, past the dead fire between the tents, along the sand after Pete, who had not looked back. And as he moved by the pile of wood and dried pine bows they'd piled up to make a signal fire for the seemingly nonexistent search plane, he plucked a stick off it the size of a baseball bat, then broke into a run and in an instant was upon the larger boy.
Kitty screamed as she watched him swing with the club. It happened in a flash, but in her mind it was drawn out into slow motion. Pete, responding to the scream, was spinning about in what appeared to be gradual stages. The club was moving in the air toward his head. She was thinking: Now the moment I've dreaded is here; now we are savages, the boys too, and now, because of me, they are going to start killing each other....
The stick made a loud crack as it hit Pete's head, and in an instant his brown hair was red with blood. He dropped the bow, teetering on his feet, a dazed and uncomprehending look in his eyes. Billy, letting the stick slip from his own hand, took a step backward. He seemed to be waiting for Pete to fall, and it appeared for a moment as if he would do just that. But instead he stayed on his feet, and seemed gradually to be comprehending what had happened, at last stalked forward. Billy, seeing he was in trouble, kicked.
Kitty choked back a sob of terror as she saw the smaller boy's foot thud heavily into Pete's groin, but if the blow injured him he didn't show it, moving forward another step and lashing out with a right that caught Billy in the eye and turned it immediately black. He followed that with a left that put the less mature youngster flat on his back in the sand. The blonde nurse screamed as Pete drew back his foot to kick, then across her field of vision a streak passed, Darrel Hanson, who tripped Pete from behind and was soon on the ground himself too.
"Kitty!"
Both boys scrambled up at the same time. Darrel, wondering if he hadn't made a mistake, was now swiftly peddling backward out of Pete's range.
"Kitty!"
"Get behind him," Billy shouted. "Kick him right in the asshole every time he looks at me."
"Kitty!"
"Boys, please!" she screamed, unable to stand it any longer.
"Kitty, there's an airplane up there!"
The scene froze, as if it were a reel of film stopped suddenly upon a single frame. It was Jack, calling her, as he'd been calling her for a long time, she remembered now, and yet when she'd heard it before it had not registered, just as the loud droning overhead had not registered. Now looking up she saw it, climbing beside the mountain beyond the lake, moving laterally gradually away from them, a yellow single engine plane.
The three boys stood frozen, as if in a picture, watching it. Kitty, also paralyzed, did the same. Then Billy broke out of it, dashing suddenly back toward them, between the tents and past the campfire. Jack, sitting on the ground with r tears in his eyes, held up his lighter and Billy took it and ran back to a pile of wood and touched the flame of the lighter to the kindling and the dried needles of pine and dried bows. The kindling caught and he blew on it gently; the fire spread slowly and then suddenly the flames leaped brightly up. Pete snapped out of his trance, followed by Darrel, and they joined Billy in piling green bows onto the burning wood to turn the fire to smoke.
Kitty, the last to move, went running along the beach, shouting "help" and waving and jumping up and down, watching the yellow plane climb away from them around the side of the peak and go finally out of sight.
* * *
Kitty watched the sun start down between the peaks beyond the lake. There were two more hours of light. Two more hours before the cold set in.
"It's not coming back," Pete said.
Jack shook his head. "No. If they'd seen us there'd be a helicopter by now."
"Damn it," Pete said. Then he looked up at Billy. "And goddamn you," he added. "This is all your fault."
Billy didn't react. He looked sadly down at the sand.
Kitty bit her lip. She knew what she had to do now. She knew it was all up to her. Now that they'd missed being rescued, because of discord among them, their slim chance of survival lay in her hands. For they did have to work together. There was no other way they could make it. And they couldn't work together if they were always fighting over who got to sleep with her. "No, Pete," Kitty said softly.
He looked up, frowning. "Hunh?"
"Billy was right today," Kitty said. "You were wrong."
"What are you talking about?"
Kitty hesitated for a moment longer, her heart pounding furiously. She'd already resigned herself to her fate, and she could bear that part of it. "Servicing" these four men, as Billy had so bluntly put it before the fight broke out, would be an exhausting chore. But she could stand that. What troubled her now was that, once she'd come to her decision, she'd began to experience unwanted stirrings of excitement that were beyond anything else she'd experienced since this ordeal had begun.
"You've got to share me," the voluptuous blonde nurse blurted with sudden determination.
Then, before the shocked eyes of the four males, she stood up and began slowly to unbutton her uniform.
CHAPTER SIX
Flicking loose the button just beneath her unencumbered breasts, Kitty met Pete Benson's astonished eyes with an unwavering gaze. During the past several days she'd allowed Pete to completely dominate her, and she had no idea how he was going to react to the shocking and unorthodox arrangement she'd just proposed. But she knew she had to go through with it, and though it was almost too obscene to imagine, she felt the only way the situation could be made to work was to bring everything into the open at once. And the way to do that, Kitty had decided, was to have an orgy. Before this evening was over, the sensuous and blonde nurse was going to have intercourse with all four of the stunned males sitting before her. And if she could make them all participate, together and in harmony, she thought she could erase or at least ease the tension among them.
Kitty could only wonder what the lasting affect of the act would be on her. She knew that if she'd had any hope of ever returning alive to civilization, she could never even consider submitting to the lewd gang-fuck she was now proposing. But during the hours of desperate waiting since the plane had passed over them, Kitty had gradually abandoned that hope. It was self-delusion now to dream of rescue. They had to face up to the facts that if they were going to survive, they were going to have to do it here in the wilderness. And the rules of civilization no longer applied.
Turning her gaze slowly away from Pete, Kitty regarded the other three males, Darrel and Billy leering at her with excitement, Jack gawking with disbelief. Then she pushed the uniform from her shoulders and the top half of it fell away from her body, revealing completely her voluptuously rounded torso, her naked breasts rising and falling with her strained breathing, the wide-corona nipples peaking to instantly tingling rigidity.
Now the half-naked blonde paused seductively, her eyes glossed over with her own undeniable excitement as she contemplated exactly how to carry through with her lewd proposition. The fantasies that darted through her mind as she stood before them, swaying gently, aroused in her a mingling of trepidation and longing that was like nothing she'd ever known before, even when Pete had ripped off her clothing and performed cunnilingus and then forced her to suck him off until he came in her mouth. The possible combinations were almost limitless and the thought of them made Kitty's legs go weak with her rising desire. But she was determined to keep her wits about her. She wasn't doing this for her own perverse thrills; she had a more noble purpose than that. She wanted to bring harmony to the group.
"Now, Billy," Kitty said in a seductive voice. "You come here."
Watching the teenager's eyes bulge with excitement, Kitty reached down to loosen the button at her waist and the uniform dropped suddenly to the ground at her feet, leaving her clad in nothing but the same flimsy, near-transparent panties she'd worn as she swam ashore, tugging the injured pilot, the day of the crash. Remembering the unwanted thrill she'd derived from the way the boys gawked at her then as she'd waded self-consciously from the water, trying futilely to protect herself with her hands, Kitty realized that even that far back she must have subconsciously considered this a possibility.
"Wow!" Darrel exclaimed, his eyes opening wide as Kitty looked at him with a teasing smile.
Then she turned to Billy. "Get one of the mats from the tent, Billy, and spread it out here on the ground. Then you can take your clothes off."
"Yes, Ma'am," Billy exclaimed eagerly.
Then Kitty looked back at Pete. She was reasonably certain that if he were going to make an objection, he would have already done so. But she wanted to go one step farther to make their new status in relation to each other, perfectly clear. "Pete, would you borrow Jack's lighter and start the fire. It's going to cool off very fast and we don't want to take a chance of catching cold."
Pete stared at her blankly for a moment, then turned to Jack and held out his hand for the lighter. Then he shrugged and moved up to begin arranging kindling for the fire as Billy emerged from the tent with one of the makeshift canvas blankets and spread it out on the ground.
"Is that all right, Miss Sawyer?" he asked, looking eagerly up at her naked breasts.
"Yes, Billy, That's fine." Kitty paused, her heart pounding rapidly as she flicked her tongue from her mouth to moisten her lips in an intentionally suggestive gesture. "Now, get undressed and start getting me ready to fuck." Billy's face reddened with surprise at hearing the shapely blonde nurse use that vulgar word, but he stripped his shirt off without hesitation and started quickly to unbutton his trousers.
Then Kitty turned back to the three watching males. "You too, Darrel. Come and take off your clothes."
A frown crossed Billy's face. "But Miss Sawyer ...?" He paused, his trousers having just dropped to his ankles, his jockey shorts tented up by his small but fully erected penis.
"Don't get excited, Billy," Kitty said in a husky voice. "Darrel isn't going ahead of you. He's just going to-"
"You mean...?" Billy gasped.
Kitty hesitated. In spite of all her determination to go through with her plan, it was still hard for her to come out and say it in words. Then she took a deep breath. "That's right. You're both going to fuck me at once."
"Jesus!" Jack gasped.
"You said it!" said Pete.
Kitty felt another shiver of lurid anticipation course through her naked body as she saw the mingled shock and lust that flared in Pete's eyes at her last statement. Then she returned her attention to Darrel, who blushed perceptibly and had still made no move toward removing his clothes. She could see he was terrified out of her wits, and she derived a perverse thrill from his embarrassment. It was a reflection of his innocence, an innocence he was about to lose forever because of Kitty's decision to yield up her body to be shared by the entire group. But innocence was not a virtue here in the wilderness.
Trembling with her own building anticipation, Kitty dropped down to her knees on the mat by the fire, which was now sufficiently ignited to give off a comforting heat. Through lusty eyes she watched the second bashful teenager begin to slowly strip off his clothing as Billy, who was not restricted by modesty, suddenly pulled down his jockey shorts and freed the straining shaft of his fully hardened cock.
Then she reclined down on her back and stared up hungrily at the youngster's lust-inflamed penis. "All right, Billy. Now take my panties off and start getting me ready to fuck," she said in a sultry voice.
Eagerly Billy dropped to his knees, seizing the tight elastic waistband of her panties and jerking downward violently. "Not so fast," Kitty purred, arching her hips to help the young boy.
"Yes, Ma'am," Billy said, drawing the flimsy garment more slowly down off the soft silken curls of blonde hair nestled so invitingly between Kitty's slender thighs, his eyes gleaming with unbridled lust as he glimpsed the forbidden little slit of her pussy and pink bud of her clitoris.
"Wow!" Darrel gasped, his own excitement overcoming his embarrassment so that hastily he finished stripping off his own clothes.
Still knelt beside her, Billy hesitated. "What do I do now, Miss Sawyer?"
"Feel her up, stupid," Pete said behind him. "That's right. Touch my body," Kitty moaned. "Play with my pussy." She looked up at the other youngster, now standing eagerly over her. "You too, Darrel. Kiss and suck my breasts. You've got to get me hot."
Then Kitty's body stiffened as Billy jammed his hand quickly down between her slightly parted thighs, his middle finger brushing up against the thinly hair-lined lips without any warning at all. But the perverse excitement she'd derived from her contemplation of the obscene act she was committing had already caused her pussy moisture to begin to flow and her cunt-lips were sufficiently slickened that his finger slipped immediately between them, causing a wanton groan Billy could only take as encouragement to swell spontaneously to her lips.
"Oh, easy, Billy!" Kitty gasped as his middle finger probed relentlessly up into her yielding cuntal softness. At the same moment Darrel reached down with both hands, cupping them clumsily over the full swells of her breasts, the pressure of his palms on her erect little nipples causing them to peak up even harder. Then Kitty closed her eyes as Darrel dropped his hands down around the lower halves of her rounded breasts, leaning over to take one of the pulsing buds in his mouth, sucking on it so hard she almost cried out aloud. She realized that if she were going to continue to have intercourse periodically with these two inexperienced teenagers she was going to have to teach them how to be gentle. Even Pete's brutal approach had pace and technique.
But awkward as the two boys were, they were getting Kitty hot. Darrel sucked fervently at her lust-swollen breasts, nibbling at the nipples and causing little shudders of undeniable want to course through her naked body, and Billy had both hands on her cunt, the index finger of one now fucking swiftly in and out of her warmly clinging pussy-lips, the thumb of the other working with maddening effect at the tingling bud of her clitoris. And the psychological stimulation of being pawed by the two boys at once, of having four hands feel her sensitive flesh instead of two, was pushing the lust-crazed blonde nurse swiftly toward the point of loosing control. She dropped her hands down to run them through Darrel's hair, holding his face to her breasts, and she began to arch and undulate her buttocks in a sensuous rhythm in response to Billy's continued assault on her burning loins.
Then Kitty opened her eyes wide in shocked indignation as Pete said: "Why don't you do it right, Billy? Why don't you eat her out? I know for a fact she really likes that."
Kitty jerked her head to stare in dismay at Pete, who looked back at her with a mocking grin. She realized the aggressive youngster was determined to beat her at her own game. He'd lost exclusive possession of her; now he was using the tactic of trying to control and guide the two other boys' exploitation of her sacrificed body, an attempt at possession of a different sort. But Kitty couldn't deny the surge of obscene pleasure that swelled in her breasts at the thought of what Pete was suggesting. In spite of all her shame, she hadn't been able to control her own lewd response when he'd subjected her to the perverted act of cunnilingus. And though She hated to admit it even to herself, secretly she'd longed for him to do it to her again.
"And use a little variation, Darrel," Pete continued. "Kiss her on the lips and ears and everything. She wants a good time, too, so let her have it."
Pete still didn't understand, Kitty thought with a twinge of remorse. He still didn't see that she was doing this not because she wanted a good time, but for the good of the group. And she doubted if she would ever be able to make him understand that her motives were more noble than mere physical lust.
Then Kitty gasped as Darrel's lips left her trembling breasts and he leaned toward her face. "I don't know exactly how to do this," he said. "But...."
Suddenly Darrel's mouth was over hers, his breath blowing hotly between her lips, his hands still pawing eagerly at her breasts. And as she squirmed beneath him, hardly able to even breathe, she felt Billy's hands suddenly leave her open inner thighs, replaced before she could even protest by his lips.
Then Kitty's mind almost went blank as Billy thrust his tongue straight up into the quivering softness between her lewdly parted cunt-lips, his nose rutting down between her clenched ass cheeks, his chin butted against the tingling bud of her clitoris. She sank her buttocks down in
retreat, every bit of rationality she still retained telling her that no matter how much she liked what Billy was doing to her, she had to deny herself. It was one thing to be forced into submitting to such a perversion at the hands of a powerful and athletic youngster like Pete. But for her to allow Billy, a virgin, to so subjugate himself on his initiation to the sex act was something else. But even as her conscience battled, Kitty could feel her will to resist departing. Billy's oral assault on her helpless loins was as clumsy as his lewd thrusting of his middle finger straight up into the tight warm sheath of her pussy without a moment's preparation. But she couldn't deny the obscene tremors of ecstasy that darted out from her trembling clitoral bud and from the lust-moistened lips of her cunt, and an instant later she yielded completely and arched her buttocks back upward, parting her thighs wider to allow Billy even greater access to her most forbidden inner pussy flesh.
"God Almighty!" Kitty heard Jack gasp. "I've never seen anything like this in my life."
"Me neither," Pete admitted.
The fires of lust ignited in her naked body completely beyond her control, Kitty churned her buttocks in a wantonly undulating motion to the slavering of Billy's tongue far up into her lewdly moistened pussy. She turned her face away from Darrel and pushed his head back down to the voluptuously deep valley between her high ripe breasts, ceaseless whimpers of unbridled need pouring from her lips as the consuming desire swept over her.
Then suddenly she knew she could take no more. She'd started this, and now she had to get it over with before these two eager teenagers turned her into a raving nymphomaniac. Kitty reached out to wrap her arm around Darrel's naked buttocks and pull him toward her, savouring the compelling sight of his small rigid cock looming up from his smooth hairless loins. At the same time she clamped her thighs tightly about Billy's ears, pinning his head between them and holding his face buried in her tingling pussy warmth for a last delicious moment. Then she released him.
"All right," the passion-crazed nurse moaned. "I've had enough. Now fuck me, Billy. And you come here, Darrel, so I can suck you while he's doing it."
As Darrel raised up from her breasts, Kitty moved her hand around to seize the throbbing hardness of his penis, bending it downward to point toward her already parted lips as Darrel watched her in shocked disbelief. She had to crane her neck to reach it and she gave a little tug to urge him forward. Then, her naked thighs scissoring with frustration as Billy withdrew his head from between them, she took Darrel's cock eagerly in her mouth, feeling him stiffen as she closed her full lips wetly around the small round head. She heard him groan as she swirled her tongue into the little opening of the glance at the tip. Then suddenly he lunged his buttocks forward and she moaned deeply as the entire hotly pulsing length of the rigid cockshaft wormed its way down her tongue until it was embedded to the hilt in her mouth, the rubbery head pressed against the back of her throat.
As she gulped she felt Billy lower himself between her thighs, his hand again finding contact with the tingling wet slit of her pussy, spreading the mingling vaginal moisture and saliva as he positioned himself. Then she arched her buttocks up in unrestrained invitation as his hand was removed and she felt the hot twitching shaft of his cock brush up the tautly stretched tendon of one of her inner thighs, the head inserting itself quickly between her quivering cunt-lips. An instant later Billy thrust his hips forward and his young palpitating rigidity plunged smoothly into the slickened inner softness, penetrating relentlessly up into the warm moist orifice until it was embedded to the hilt and she felt Billy's testicles slap lightly down between her ass-cheeks.
Kitty's body quivered from the shocking dual penetration. Though Darrel's small cock was hardly half as long as Pete's, she was able to take it to the hilt between her lips and her mouth was equally filled as the day she sucked the other boy. And Billy's pulsing hardness was rammed to the most sensitive depths of her flowering loins. She'd never done anything so humiliating in her life, offering up both her mouth and her pussy for the boys' simultaneous obscene use. But if she could make peace among the group, then her sacrifice would have been worth it. And in her present state of lust-inspired delirium, her degradation hardly seemed important. The sheer perversity of what she was doing had driven her to a state of pitched longing that demanded release. Nothing mattered but the satiation of her consuming lust and she would stoop without hesitation to whatever was necessary to attain it.
Then the ravished nurse moaned as the two boys simultaneously began to move, responding with a wantonly sensuous bouncing of her buttocks beneath the boy assaulting her helpless cunt and an even hungrier sucking of the cock that shoved into her mouth. Little spasms of lust-incited passion darted over her naked loins as Billy thrust deeper and harder into her cunt and she rubbed her nose into the thin curls of pubic hair at the base of Darrel's hotly plunging cock, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat as she closed her lips tightly about it.
Kitty writhed in wanton surrender, groaning around the expanding cock-shaft that filled her mouth, jerking her buttocks in a circular motion that altered the angle at which Billy's penis penetrated her vagina, causing varied and more lewdly titillating sensations to shoot through her naked loins. Already she could feel herself ascending to a plane of heightened sensitivity. The extended oral assault they'd simultaneously inflicted on her yielding cunt and breasts was sweeping away the last remnants of her control. She could feel the electric currents beginning to course over her burning flesh and it was all she could do to keep in mind her real purpose for this debasing surrender of her mouth and loins.
The two virginal boys had never imagined anything like this. Billy was fucking furiously up into the warmly clasping tightness of her pussy, his loins slapping loud and lewd against her up-turned buttocks as she locked her legs high above his back. On the upstroke he drew his penis almost all the way out of her glistening cunt-lips, which seemed to cling in protest to the slickened shaft of flesh. And when he slammed back down into the warmly receiving tightness of her loins he struck so hard he racked her whole nakedly writhing body.
Kneeling beside her on the edge of the mat, Darrel derived a sense of sheer ruthless power from watching the voluptuous blonde suck his cock. He'd always been bashful around girls, but the way Miss Sawyer was sucking him off felt so good he was beginning to get over his nervousness. Gradually he was inching forward on his knees, starting to lean over so her face was half buried beneath his loins and he was fucking almost straight down into her mouth, even deeper and harder than before.
Kitty could feel that the two boys were beginning to lose control. Billy was quivering above her, and there was an increasing energy to his staccato lunges as he racked her nakedly squirming body with his hard driving thrusts. Darrel's cock seemed to be swelling even larger in her mouth as he finally leaned completely over her into a reclining position, pinning her head helplessly on the mat beneath him as he began a violent hunching to drive his hotly twitching penis frenziedly in and out between her ovaled lips.
And as the boys' excitement and need increased, Kitty felt her own uninhibited lust building toward the point of explosion. She knew she was going to cum any minute, knew it would require no more than the intensity of the boys' separate ejaculations in her two simultaneously ravished orifices to bring her over the threshold. And with that in mind Kitty further heightened her mad sucking of Darrel's throbbing cock and lunged her loins up even more hungrily beneath the boy fucking into her pussy.
Moments later she felt Darrel stiffen above her, lying the weight of his frail body hard upon her face to hold her completely motionless beneath him. "Uh-oh!" he groaned. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold it any longer, Miss Sawyer. It feels too good."
Kitty twirled her tongue wildly around the palpitating shaft of flesh, scissoring her thighs wildly about Billy's flanks and flexing her inner vaginal muscles to warmly caress the lust-inflamed hardness of his cock buried deep in her pussy. Then a thrill of most perverted accomplish swelled in her breasts as she heard Billy echo: "I am too. I'm gonna cum any second."
Kitty wanted to scream out her own consent, but she could utter not a word for the swelling hardness that filled her mouth. She could do nothing but continue her eager sucking and the wanton hunching of her buttocks as the spasms began rippling far up inside her own naked body. At the same instant Darrel began to hunch again above her in even more frenzied rhythm, his cock twitching deep in her throat as the first sweet-tasting droplets of sperm came rushing up the pulsing shaft and squirted hotly from the little glans at the tip.
Kitty sobbed and whimpered around the surging shaft, feeling the other boy also lose control and start to shoot his hot load of semen into her warmly pulsing vagina, the lewd ejaculation seeming to temporarily endow him with an even greater energy so that the increasingly violent lunges served to further rack her helplessly pinioned body. And as the obscenely squirting sperm flooded simultaneously into the two respective orifices of her pussy and her mouth Kitty felt the rumbles of ecstasy build to a crescendo far up inside her own loins. She bucked and tossed wildly beneath the shuddering youngsters above her, sucking hungrily at Darrel's exploding young cock-head, hungering for more and more of the fresh-tasting sperm that splattered in seemingly endless drops against the back of her throat. She swallowed it with relish, determined not to lose a single drop. And as her own violent orgasm swept over her, the burning electric sensations almost blanked out her mind, exuding in sweeping waves out from her trembling loins, pouring up through her breasts to the tingling tips of her nipples and surging wildly over every softly perspiring inch of her naked flesh.
Then as the peak of it passed, the gasping nurse felt the two boys sag heavily upon her. She gasped to catch her breath, little convulsions of ecstasy still coursing over her naked flesh. Suddenly she was exhausted, beaten, and she felt she'd been sated to last a lifetime, and she wanted only to rest. As Darrel straightened up, drawing his deflating penis from her limply parted lips, she closed her eyes. She thought she was on the verge of sleep when she heard the strained voice above her: "All right, boys. Get out of the way and let me take over. I don't think Miss Sawyer looks very happy. But I'm sure I can fix that pretty quick."
Kitty opened her eyes, staring upward as Pete, already shirtless, started to unbuckle his trousers. She remembered helplessly that her task was only half finished. There were still two more men who had to take her. And it still wasn't going to be Pete's way, whether he liked it or not. There had been a lot of tension between Pete and Jack. But Kitty had an idea they'd feel closer to each other after they'd shared her body between them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun was now dropping below the horizon between the two looming peaks of the mountains and the amber light of the fire augmented the gray of dusk, flickering eerily upon the golden-tanned flesh of the naked blonde nurse as she got up and walked toward the injured bush pilot. From the entrance of the tent he'd shared with the two boys since Pete had usurped him, Jack stared up at Kitty with a flicker of stunned comprehension. Pete, holding his unbuckled trousers up with his hand, gawked at her tightly rounded ass-cheeks as she moved away from him. On the ground the two other boys lay still, naked and exhausted, but watching with bated interest.
Kitty paused before Jack, standing over him and smiling down as his eyes traced slowly up her long slender thighs, pausing for a moment at her golden-haired cunt, then moved up her voluptuous torso to the high-set swells of her breasts, standing up full and firm with no need of artificial support. At last he looked at her face. She knew what she was about to do now was a gamble. She hadn't forgotten Jack's impotence the day she'd decided to offer herself to him out of pity, and she knew a repeat of that here in front of the boys would exclude him from the group forever. But Kitty thought she could see a spark of excitement in his eyes, and she was determined to go to whatever means were necessary in order to create a response in him.
Kitty took a low deep breath. She had never felt so soiled and degraded in her life. Her flesh still tingled from the obscene dual assault inflicted on her loins and mouth by the two young boys who lay exhausted on the ground behind her. And now it was about to begin again, but even more intensely, if she had her way about it.
Then without further hesitation she dropped down to her knees beside the pilot, who'd propped himself up on his elbows, his legs extended straight out on the ground. She heard a deep gasp as she reached quickly to the fly of his trousers and started to unzip them, then hesitated, seeing the alarm flash in Jack's eyes. Then, pretending to fumble with the zipper, she pressed down gently with her hand and her worst fear was confirmed.
Jack didn't have an erection!
Neither was his penis completely limp, she thought. But after everything he'd seen, he was still not completely aroused. Now Kitty was in serious danger of losing her gamble and she knew she had to think fast. She'd already made her move. If she retreated now, at least Pete if not the other two boys would know what the problem was, and Jack would have lost all chance of ever regaining their respect. Kitty had to do something to get him excited.
With sudden resolution Kitty drew her hand away from Jack's crotch, and as he stared at her shamefully she leaned her torso toward his face, cupping one of her breasts in her hand and guiding the pert little nipple toward his mouth. And as she pushed it between his lips, she leaned her own face down to whisper quietly in his ear: "Come on, Jack! From now on I belong to all of you. And I'll do anything any of you ask as long as I'm physically able."
In spite of everything she'd already been through today, Kitty felt an unexpected flutter of excitement surging anew through her body as the injured pilot sucked her tingling nipple-bud deep into his mouth, reaching up with one of his hands to begin to paw and massage her other fully rounded breast. And as she turned her head to gaze down at his thighs she thought that already she detected a faint bulging in the crotch of his trousers, not a full-fledged erection by any means, but at least the beginning, and as she ran her hand slowly down his body and back across the fly of his trousers, she saw she had not been mistaken. Jack was already starting to respond.
Kitty squirmed her lust-swollen breasts eagerly in Jack's face, the urgent sucking of her sensitive nipples and the eager roaming of his hands over her naked body beginning to prompt distant little moans of renewed excitement from deep in her throat. The wantonly aroused nurse began to wonder if there were any limit to her perverse desire. Only moments ago she'd been sated to the point of exhaustion by the twin attack on the two precious orifices of her mouth and vagina. And now she felt as if that had never even taken place, as if it were a mere erotic dream that served as a prelude to the even more humiliating dual assault she was about to subject herself to.
Sensing from the guttural groans issuing from his throat that Jack was now really getting aroused, Kitty held his face pressed tight in the voluptuously deep valley between her naked breasts for a moment longer. Then she deftly unzipped his fly and bent down over his loins, hanging her head so her long blonde hair spilled down in a shading tent to hide both her face and his loins from the three curious youngsters by the fire.
Then she slipped her hand inside the fly, carefully withdrawing his still half-limp penis, feeling it seem to respond even not to her gentle touch. Jack groaned, shifting his buttocks on the ground and Kitty blew her warm breath softly over the sensitive tip of his stirring cock. Then, just as she was about to take it in her mouth, she turned her head to assure herself the boys really couldn't see that Jack didn't have a full erection. As she did so her blonde hair fell away to the side of her face and she found herself suddenly staring straight into the surprised eyes of Pete Benson, Jack's cock brushing still limply up against her sensuously ovaled lips.
"What in the hell...?" Pete gasped. Then his voice dropped off as he saw Kitty's warning glare. He hesitated for a moment, then stammered: "She's ... uh ... really going out of her mind."
Kitty bobbed her head quickly downward, taking just the soft head of Jack's penis between her lips, twirling her tongue in a slowly tantalizing motion around it and into the tiny split in the glans. She was in a kneeling position beside him on the ground, but as she felt the half-hard shaft of his penis growing gradually larger in her mouth, she dropped the top half of her body lower until she rested her weight on her elbows, the tips of her naked breasts brushing Jack's legs, and doubled her own thighs up under her body to thrust her ripely rounded ass-cheeks high in the air behind her in proffered invitation.
She raised her head up slightly, letting Jack's penis slip again from her lips, noting with satisfaction that it was now sufficiently hard to stand up on it's own. Then again she shook her long blonde hair aside and looked through narrowed eyes at the muscular youngster who still stood there gawking at her, holding up his unbuckled trousers with his hand.
"Now come here, Pete," Kitty said over her strained breathing. "You do it to me from behind while Jack fucks me in the mouth."
"You mean 'dog fashioned'?"
"Yes," Kitty sighed, Jack's penis suddenly looming up another half inch of its own accord, prodding more insistently at her sensuously parted lips. As if the position itself wasn't debasing enough, she thought, men had to add insult to injury by referring to it in those degrading words. But due to Jack's injury he was required to lie on his back, and she could see no feasible way to make the combination work except submitting to letting Pete take her from behind as if she were a female of some animal species rather than a sensitive human being.
As Jack began to undulate his hips beneath her face, Kitty intensified her lusty sucking of his penis, deriving a lewd satisfaction as she felt it swell gradually in her mouth to rigidly pulsing hardness. She held her awkward position, buttocks shoved up behind her in helpless offering, waiting with apprehension for Pete to take his position behind her.
A little shiver of masochistic pleasure darted through her as Pete whacked her lightly on one of her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. Then she shuddered as he flicked his finger down into the forbidden crack between her buttocks, brushing slowly across the sensitively clenching little bud of her anus.
A moan of indignant protest swelled in Kitty's breasts at this insulting familiarity, then it evolved gradually to a whimper of pleasure as the finger slid gradually downward into her cuntal hair to trail lewdly along the moistened slit of her pussy, the little tingles of ecstasy that coursed through the insatiably lusting flesh of her loins driving her to take Jack's violating cock even deeper and more hungrily into her mouth. Then suddenly her whole body jerked as she felt Pete drop to his knees behind her, pushing the enormous shaft of his thickly swollen penis up between her upthrust buttocks from behind. In spite of the time she'd spent with Pete, she still hadn't completely been able to accustom herself to his fantastic endowment, and always during those last few moments before he penetrated her, she found herself quivering with the fear that this time she wouldn't be able to stand it.
Then the over-developed teenager clamped one hand to the flare of pelvic bone to rock her backward toward him in an even more humiliating posture and used the other to bend the over-sized cock-shaft downward and insert the bulbous head up between her already lewdly slickened cunt lips. Kitty sucked her breath in hoarsely around the now completely rigid cock that filled her mouth, trembling as she awaited Pete's shattering entry into her helpless loins. Then a whimper rose in her throat as he shoved forward.
"Ooooh!" Kitty groaned .from the sudden powerful penetration. Her pussy was on fire and her whole body jerked spontaneously forward in retreat from the sheer raw sensation. Then she cringed in fear and shame as Pete wrapped both hands about her waist to prevent further retreat, and said in a gusty voice:
"All right, Captain. Miss Sawyer wants to get fucked. Let's really fuck the hell out of her." Jack, now lunging his buttocks madly to drive his jerking penis swiftly in and out of Kitty's lewdly stretched lips, could only reply with an unintelligible grunt that seemed to be in the affirmative. But in spite of her embarrassment at being talked about like that, she at least had the satisfaction of knowing that her scheme was working. By teaming up to fuck and degrade her to a state of irredeemable humiliation, the two males were developing a rapport between themselves that had been lacking during the group's entire ordeal.
Kneeling in total subjugation, between her teenage captor and the older pilot, Kitty didn't dare move. Pete still held firmly to her pelvis, and he continued to inch his own body slowly forward, tediously sweeping aside the resistance of her inner cuntal walls to gradually work the lust-flamed hardness of his cock deeper and deeper up into her quivering pussy passage. Then a shiver went through her as Jack seized her ears to pull her face even closer down over his loins, ramming his rubbery cock-head so far into the back of her throat she could hardly breathe. At the same time Pete flexed far up inside her vagina from behind, causing her buttocks to jerk in an involuntary spasm. But she could do nothing, neither protest nor beg for mercy, for the cock that so obscenely violated her lips.
For a few moments longer Kitty was suspended in a limbo of fear and devastating sensation that made it impossible for her to even move. Then gradually her body began to adjust, her vaginal juices flowing anew, the elastic inner tightness of her cunt yielding to the pulsing presence that filled it. With a muffled groan she began to screw her hips backward, grunting deeply around the cock shoved into her mouth, feeling almost the full length of Pete's rod of flesh surge far up into the most sensitive depths of her vagina until her buttocks slapped lightly against his loins and thighs. And as Kitty's regenerated lust climbed swiftly back to the plane of heightened delirium she'd attained but moments ago as she submitted to the first of the two dual ravishments she had to undergo today, she began to rock her hips back and forth more swiftly against Pete's now eagerly thrusting loins, relishing the raw sensation, the total ruthless exploitation that made it impossible for her to do anything but respond.
She felt Pete's hands drop from around her waist, caressing lightly over her squirming buttocks, one of them moving down toward his own loins to stroke teasingly over her hair-fringed pussy lips, spreading the now freely flowing moisture slowly around the clinging entrance of her cunt. Then she stiffened as he drew the moisture upward, working it right over the little puckered orifice of her anus.
Kitty's anus was so sensitive she could hardly even bear to have it touched. The sheer intensity of feeling she derived when Pete did so blotted almost everything else from her mind. Desperately she tried to clench her buttocks together for protection, but his finger was already pressed hard between them and the effort was futile. Jack still clung to her ears, holding her face to his thighs. She was helpless, trapped, and she could only grunt from the stabbing sensation, her eyes opening wide in horror and indignation, as she felt the pressure of Pete's finger on her tight little anal opening become suddenly even more intense.
Kitty shivered, paralyzed with fear of the unknown as she felt Pete's finger pop suddenly into the little hole and embed itself to the first joint just into the entrance of her rectal tightness. She'd never let a man put his finger into that most forbidden orifice, and she wouldn't have submitted to it now if there had been anyway she could defend herself. But as the burning penetration continued, Pete's middle finger worming its way relentlessly up into the glove-like tightness of her rectum, she could do nothing but bear this further degradation as stoically as she had all that had gone before.
Then at last Pete's finger was wedged to the last knuckle deep in her shuddering anus, pressed down hard against the resilience of his cock thrust far into her vagina, only the thin sensitive membrane to separate the two invading projectiles. And as Pete wiggled his finger deep up inside her rectum, Kitty's whole body involuntarily contorted, further increasing the wantonly arousing sensation.
But now the worst was over and amazing as it seemed Kitty found that her body was beginning to adjust to even this. Little electric currents were still shooting maddeningly through her breasts and loins, and the sensation in her anus could not quite be defined as pain. It was discomfort, but there was something ultimately titillating about it. And as Pete resumed the slow shattering strokes of his cock fucking in and out of her lewdly skewered pussy, Kitty responded with a new rocking of her upthrust buttocks back against the source of the devastating invasion, already feeling the urgency in his lunges, signaling that he would soon be losing control. And Kitty knew it wouldn't be long before she was swept back into the masochistic delirium of engulfing climax. Soon her ordeal would be over.
"Boy, look at Miss Sawyer go!" Kitty heard Billy exclaim.
"Yeah," said Darrel. "He's finger-fucking her in the ass-hole."
Kitty's shame was only compounded as she realized, from the nearness of the voices, that the two other boys must be standing right over the wildly fucking threesome, examining their every move as though with a magnifying glass. Then she almost passed out as she heard Billy continue:
"I'm getting horny again, just watching this. Let's you and me fuck her again when they get finished, only the other way around this time."
"You think she'll let us?" asked Darrel.
"Sure she'll let you," said Pete, again wiggling his finger in the depths of her rectum. "She can't get enough. She loves it." He drove his cock into her loins with a shattering smack of his thighs against her buttocks. "And you can help us out now, too, if you want to. Play with her tits and everything."
Kitty wanted to scream out her protest. Now Pete was taking too much liberty with her. It was as if he'd lost all respect and thought of her as a cheap slut. But as she felt one of the other boys' hands clutch eagerly at her breasts and felt herself respond positively to even this small bit of added titillation, Kitty was sure he was right. She was a slut. And no matter what rationalizations she made to excuse what she was doing today, she was enjoying every perverted minute of it with a relish of which she could never have believed herself capable.
That must have been Kitty's last conscious thought. She heard Pete groan behind her and he suddenly unleashed himself in a series of staccato thrusts that spanked her naked buttocks until they were crimson. Jack, whom she'd suspected had been holding back for sometime, driven swiftly to a state of frenzy by her inhibited sucking of his cock, apparently realized what was happening and decided the two of them should cum together. And they must both have known Kitty was already on the verge.
As she felt the sudden intensity of the penetrations of both the wildly fucking penis plunging into her mouth and her pussy, and Pete's finger embedded in her rectum begin to work in and out of her tightly protesting little anus in a rhythm that augmented the sensations coursing through her vagina, Kitty surged suddenly toward the brink of the most profound climax she'd ever experienced. Her mind almost blanked with the flooding waves of ecstasy that poured over her wantonly squirming body. She gulped as she felt the hot droplets of Jack's cum squirting into her mouth. As Pete ejaculated behind her the tight passage of her vagina became so lubricated he could fuck even more swiftly in and out of her quivering loins.
Sensation was heaped upon sensation. It all blended together in a blinding blur, finally indistinguishable. Some indefinable time later, it was over and Kitty was sinking down limply onto the ground, Pete and Jack moving aside to be replaced by the other two rejuvenated teenagers.
Kitty would have protested, but they were so obviously anxious she didn't have the heart to say no. And after everything else that had happened, what difference did two more make anyway?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kitty emerged from the tent into the morning cold, on her face the glow of a satisfied woman. The first thing she did was look at the snow-line on the mountains opposite the lake. There had been no change during the night, and in fact the line had dropped only a short distance during the entire week since the group had begun their rotating sleeping arrangements.
Then the now deeply tanned blonde turned back to the pile of wood arranged for the morning cook fire, where Jack was frenziedly grinding away with the little bow-like contraption he'd constructed, after considerable trial and error, from the memory of a design he'd once seen. She still couldn't imagine how the thing could ever work, but it was only a few moments longer before Jack had a few dried leaves and twigs burning. And from here it was only a matter of building it up gradually.
"You have a nice night?" Jack asked, grinning.
Kitty winked. "Almost as nice as last."
Pete's head emerged from the tent flaps behind Kitty. "That's bullshit, Miss Sawyer." Kitty shook her head. Pete would never change. He still insisted in using the most terrible language in front of her, a hang-on from the time when he'd so completely dominated her. Though she had to admit he still dominated her when they were in bed together. All four of the males dominated her, in their own ways, when they took their respective turns with her.
Billy, who'd shared Kitty last night with his friend Pete, crawled out of the tent after the first boy, and Kitty looked back at Jack, who was carefully laying the larger pieces of dry kindling onto the little fire.
"Where's Darrel?" she asked.
"Still asleep. Why?"
Kitty shrugged. "Oh, nothing. Just wondered."
Pete went down to the edge of the lake and retrieved several medium-sized trout from the stringer. After he and Billy cleaned them, Kitty set about roasting them over the fire, which by this time had burned down to coals. Darrel had emerged from the tent he and Jack had slept in last night. They had a cozy breakfast, chatting idly about the particular tasks in store for them today.
There were always tasks up here, Kitty reflected. The struggle for basic survival never ended. And she knew it would only become more difficult as the cold got worse. But they had made it so far, over two weeks now, and they were beginning to feel optimistic about their future-partially, Kitty supposed, because in spite of the hardships they suffered they were enjoying life. The voluptuous blonde smiled to herself. That was her particular hardship, seeing that they all enjoyed life. It wasn't easy servicing four males who had absolutely nothing to occupy their leisure time but sex. But thus far she had managed, and she would never be the same again for her efforts.
But the others had managed their tasks well too. Jack's recreation of the Indian apparatus for making fire with the friction of two pieces of wood had probably saved their lives. His lighter of course was held in readiness for the moment they had all ceased to mention-the passing of another plane overhead. Sometimes Kitty found herself hoping that would happen, but she no longer dreamed it constantly, and she had begun to wonder how she would ever return to life in civilization after all that had happened here.
Of course, the blonde reminded herself, there was now another possibility of their eventually leaving here. In two weeks or so Jack would be able to walk well enough that they could work their way gradually lower and stay ahead of the snow, at least until the first blizzard. They would not by that method find civilization anytime soon, but they would find it someday. And the store of venison they had drying, not to mention a few chunks of frozen meat they could bring from the carcass, which was buried above the snow-line and marked so it could easily be found, would feed them along the way. Now they were approaching a stage where they would be mobile, though had they tried right after the crash to walk out of here they would never have made it.
The deer, a small doe, was Pete's contribution, and not easily come by. He wounded her at short range with an arrow and followed her trail of blood for more than half a day before she finally faltered. Billy contributed the fish. Darrel, whose mother was a florist, was their botanist, searching for edible plants. He hadn't been that successful, having produced only nuts and one leafy weed that didn't taste too bad when boiled. There were numerous varieties of berries growing at this altitude, but it was the wrong time of year. Darrel's big contribution had been the salt. He'd hiked through the pass below them to another lake and found the lick. Without it they could never dry the fish and venison. And of course without it their survival time would have a definite limit, as it was necessary to the human diet.
Darrel had offered another contribution too. Though Kitty was careful to conceal her feelings in the presence of the others, Darrel had become, astonishingly enough, her favorite lover. Perhaps part of it was frustrated mother-instinct, an instinct which the cute youngster would have appealed to in almost any female. But there was more to it than that. Darrel was an incredibly curious youngster. He loved to experiment, thinking up positions Kitty could never have imagined. From one encounter to the next she never had the slightest idea what to expect from him. But she always looked forward to their secret meetings, as she looked forward to the one they'd arranged for this morning after the other two boys went their respective ways. Group sex had become a way of life for Kitty. She responded to it, as any woman couldn't help but doing if it were forced on her the way it had been forced on Kitty. But there was still a lingering puritanical force in her character, in spite of all the obscene acts to which she'd submitted during the last crazy week. And she derived something from making love alone with Darrel, from the combination of the emotional with the physical, that was missing in the orgies. And she knew Darrel had a special feeling where she was concerned too. Even after every bizarre act he'd forced her to commit, the cute fourteen year old still thought of her as a human being.
Breakfast finished, they prepared to start the day. Kitty and Darrel lingered around the camp until Pete and Billy had gone their ways, then informed Jack that they were going to the other lake for salt. He gave Kitty a knowing smile but said nothing, and she and the young boy started up from the camp and into the woods, leaving the injured pilot alone.
They made their way through the trees away from the lake, silent for the most part. After about a half-mile they reached the little meadow where they usually came for their secret rendezvous. Only in these mountains, Kitty thought, would two people seek privacy in a meadow when they were surrounded by forest. But Pete did most of his hunting farther up the mountain and Billy fished in the stream opposite the lake.
They waded a short distance into the thick soft grass, the sunlight offering a warmth here that was not afforded in the trees. Kitty looked absently at the clear sky, then turned to smile seductively down at the young boy beside her. Letting her eyes drop to the crotch of his trousers, she noted with a twinge of curious anticipation that he already had an erection, looming up in a distinctive bulge. He had been thinking about what they were about to do during the walk up here, fantasizing whatever lurid act he had in mind.
Kitty wondered, as she always did, what it would be today. But she resisted the temptation to ask. Whatever it was, she knew she would submit. She could never refuse Darrel anything.
As the young boy tossed off the shortened version of the canvas poncho, which he'd chosen to wear against the cold, Kitty parted the canvas vest she'd fashioned to wear over her tattered uniform. And when he started unbuttoning his shirt, she took that as a signal to do the same, relishing the hungry look in the young boy's eyes as she stripped the flimsy white garment off the full curves of her breasts and thighs and shimmied out of her tight white panties. Darrel was wriggling out of his jockey shorts, his penis flying up with a slap against his belly as he freed it. Then together they dropped down into the soft bed of grass, Kitty puzzling over the slight look of nervousness in Darrel's eyes. He'd almost completely gotten over his bashfulness around her, and she could only imagine he'd dreamed up something so strange he was afraid she would balk. And the idea filled Kitty with a hungry curiosity.
Then, in uncharacteristic orthodoxy, Darrel leaned forward and embraced the voluptuous blonde, covering his lips over hers and flicking his tongue deep into her mouth, his chest pressed against the fullness of her breasts to crush against the sensitive little buds of her nipples. Responding hungrily, Kitty sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, then reclined willingly down onto her back as he pushed her. He lay beside her, licking gently along the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands now stroking lightly over the rounded mounds of her breasts, then trailing gently down over her belly and into the soft curls of hair nestled between her silken thighs.
Purring softly, Kitty arched her hips up gently as Darrel stroked lower, his finger brushing suddenly over the already warmly tingling clitoris and down the length of the hair-lined little slit of her cunt. Then she opened her eyes, staring with a perplexed expression up at the blue sky above them. This was the tamest, most standard approach Darrel had employed since he'd gotten over his nervousness during their early encounters. Yet his breath was already coming in strained hoarse gasps and he was literally trembling beside her. Something was going through his perverted little mind that had nothing to do with what was actually happening between them. And Kitty had to know what it was.
"Darrel?" Kitty said, turning to look at the nervous youngsters face. "What's the matter?"
"Hunh?"
"What's on your mind? I know you want to do something weird to me. Now what is it?"
Darrel swallowed hard, propping himself on an elbow beside her, gazing hungrily down at her naked body. Then suddenly and clumsily as the first time he and Billy had taken her together, he sat up and slipped both hands beneath her buttocks, crudely trying to roll her over. Kitty resisted for a moment, then gave way to his persistence and turned over onto her belly, presenting her tightly clenched naked ass-cheeks to the determined teenager's leering view. She looked back over her shoulder in confusion.
"Now, kneel up," he said in a quivering voice, forcibly trying to bend her knees and push them up beneath her body.
Again she resisted, then gave in with a gasp of protest. "But Darrel? You're not just gonna fuck me ... 'dog fashioned'?"
He shook his head, watching her intensely. "No, Ma'am. I want to eat ... your pussy from behind."
Kitty felt a shiver go through her body at the image that evoked in her mind, at the thought of Darrel's face buried between her upthrust buttocks as his tongue slavered at her completely exposed pussy. But it seemed so humiliating for him that she felt compelled to protest. She was about to do just that. Then before she got the chance Darrel had hopped around to his knees behind her and almost without warning she felt the sudden delicious contact of his tongue licking moistly straight up her lewdly offered little pussy-slit.
"Oh!" Kitty moaned, her buttocks jerking from the tantalizing sensation.
Behind her, Darrel reached up to hold her thighs, burying his face between the backs of them as he worked his tongue slickly up and down her hair-lined cunt-lips, feeling them begin to moisten as he sucked and kissed and blew his breath between them. He continued this until he was sure the kneeling nurse was past protesting, then drew back, shrewdly contemplating the shocking view.
From this angle, Miss Sawyer's pussy appeared to be inverted, the pink clitoral bud nestled among the soft blonde hair at the bottom of the inviting slit. Above it, deep between her ripe naked ass-cheeks, he was afforded a perfect view of the tight brown circle of her puckered anus. What Darrel was about to do took all his courage, but he'd been thinking about it for several days and he knew he had to try. And if his clever gambit worked, it would be well worth all his effort.
After another moment's hesitation, Darrel plunged.
"Ooooh!" Kitty moaned at the renewed contact of Darrel's tongue down between her thighs on the pulsating button of her clitoris. She jerked her buttocks, a spasm of delight coursing through her loins as his tongue slavered slowly upward along the tingling slit of her pussy, creeping gradually higher as she shivered from the teasing sensation, finally reaching the thin little membrane at the top of her pussy slit. It lingered there for a moment, almost driving Kitty out of her mind. Then a cry of protest rose to her lips and her naked body stiffened from the shock and dismay that suddenly overcame her.
"Oh no, Darrel!" Kitty whimpered aloud. "No, please don't lick me there!"
Darrel's tongue was swiping right over her naked little anus. There could be nothing so obscene as that in the whole world and Kitty thought for a minute she was going to pass completely out. But she'd never felt anything like it in her life. It was a wet tickling sensation that almost drove her out of her mind, and even as she continued to sob in protest, she rocked her buttocks farther back, stretching them wider apart to give Darrel even greater access to the forbidden little orifice.
Encouraged by the wanton twitchings of the blonde nurse's naked body in her unwilling response to his continued licking of her anus, Darrel persisted until the tight little hole was completely lubricated with his own saliva and the flowing cuntal moisture his tongue had spread up from the lips of her vagina. He knew he was going to have to work fast to accomplish what he planned, and he wanted to make sure the little anal entrance was good and slick before he made his next move.
"Ooooh please!" Kitty continued in spite of the flutters of pleasure darting out through her loins and over her tingling naked flesh from the debasing assault of Darrel's tongue on her burning anus. "I can't stand it! Please don't do it anymore."
Then suddenly, the maddening sensation ceased. Kitty dropped her face down into the cool grass, heaving out a deep sob which could have derived from relief, from frustration, or from an uncanny combination of both. But she knew she couldn't have stood another minute of Darrel licking her there. It was too perverse, too exciting, and if he hadn't stopped then, she would have been past the point of even wanting him to.
Then suddenly Kitty's body lurched forward as she received an even greater shock as Darrel positioned himself on his knees right behind her and she felt his hard little cock thrust suddenly up between her proffered buttocks. Her heart sinking with the realization Darrel had tricked her, she looked back over her shoulder with tear-filled eyes, shaking her head feebly as she felt the sudden burning pressure of his round little cock-head pressing right against the tightly puckered hole.
She still hadn't adjusted to her surprise when Darrel lunged violently forward, the sudden stabbing pain as his penis throbbed harder against her cringing anal entrance causing the tears to spill in glistening droplets down her cheeks. She trembled, flailing her head from side to side. Then as the pressure against her buttocks further increased and the round little head of Darrel's cock popped into her puckered anus, the young blonde nurse gritted her teeth, her buttocks trembling as he continued his relentless forward lunge.
"Uuuuggghhh!"
Kitty gave out with a low wail of pain and excitement as the small shaft of flesh surged quickly up into her warmly clasping anal tightness until she felt Darrel's sparse curls of pubic hair tickle between her ass-cheeks and the little sac that held his testicles slapped lightly down against the hungering slit of her cunt. Kneeling in submission on the grassy ground, her buttocks hopelessly impaled by the boy's small hard cock, Kitty thought she must be the portrait of a fallen woman. She had taken his penis to the hilt in her tightest and most sensitive orifice. And she was bearing it in spite of the lingering pain. And the perverse masochistic thrill it inspired in her made everything else she'd submitted to blanch in comparison.
She didn't know what was happening to her. Her rectum was on fire, but her pussy was too. The desire surging through her body demanded release, demanded more and more of the unwelcome sensation, and as Darrel began to move slowly behind her, Kitty found herself involuntarily writhing in baffling response.
Now that the penetration was complete, the pain wasn't that bad, and it was tempered by an even more dominant sensation of masochistic pleasure. And as Darrel increased the intensity and depth of his strokes, Kitty's cries of agony and protest slowly began to evolve into mewls of passion and pleasure. She jerked her buttocks in a sensuously rotating motion, her tortured body languishing in a limbo between conflicting sensations. Then, hardly conscious of what she was doing, she increased the rocking motion of her buttocks, her every movement encouraging Darrel to drive harder and more eagerly into the tightly contracting flesh of her rectum. And the lust and need in her own body built until it was almost driving her out of her mind. She could feel little telltale flutters darting through her breasts and loins in contrast to the searing presence in her anus, and though she could hardly believe it was true, she knew that in the end she was going to like even this.
She was going to cum sooner or later if Darrel kept it up long enough, but she thought there was still something lacking, and she had a pretty good idea what that was. As the grunting fourteen year old continued to slam into her upthrust buttocks from behind, Kitty reached beneath her body, her hand moving down the softly perspiring flesh of her belly and up between her thighs to find contact with her little swollen clitoris. And the minute she touched the tingling pleasure-bud, Kitty knew she hadn't been mistaken. She needed only stimulation of her clitoris to contrast with the shocking assault of her anus, and then she would be able to climax in even this perverse fashion. But if she encouraged Darrel to do that for her, would she not be lending her approval to this cruel violation of her virginal rectum? Would she not be encouraging him to subject her to the same thing again in the future?
Kitty didn't know. But she would have to worry about that when the time came. Right now her loins were aflame with the desire unleashed in her, demanding satisfaction no matter what she had to do to get it.
Determined, the impaled nurse raised her head to gaze back over her shoulder. "Please, Darrel," she begged the panting teenager. "Turn me over so I can get an orgasm too?"
Disappointment clouding his face, Darrel slacked off his intensely driving lunges, heaving out a deep groan. "I'm sorry, Miss Sawyer. I know it's hurting you. But it feels so good to me. I'll finish in just a second."
"That's not what I mean," Kitty said, managing a smile. "I mean, turn me over on my back and fuck me in the ass from the front so the friction on my clitoris will make me cum with you."
Darrel didn't argue. He withdrew with a pop, her tiny anal opening seeming to cling in protest to his throbbing hot shaft, and Kitty rolled over on her back, spreading her thighs wide to receive the youngster between them, lifting them up high in the air so he could again insert the smooth little tip of his cock into the tightly puckered hole between her upturned buttocks.
Groaning as she felt the bulbous tip pop more easily into the tiny entrance, Kitty gritted her teeth as Darrel's hard penis wormed slowly back up into the most forbidden inner depths of her rectum. From the trembling of his small body above her she realized he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. The sensation of the second entry was more than he'd been prepared for, and he was going to cum any minute. But as he sunk his penis in her to the hilt, his thighs slapping her soft round ass-cheeks and his thinly haired pubis pressing warmly down on her tingling clitoris, she knew she was also nearing the brink of her own ecstatic release.
Kitty closed her eyes as Darrel began to move. Her anus seemed to have lubricated itself and the pain was greatly diminished. The tantalizing friction on her clitoris compensated for what remained and she stroked her fingers softly up and down the boy's spine with no thought of' further protest. She locked her thighs above his back, squirming her buttocks beneath him as his jolting lunges became swifter and even more furious, his heavy breathing signaling that he was reaching a peak. Then suddenly he craned his neck down, taking one of her hard-swollen nipples in his mouth to suck at it hungrily even as his loins brushed over her clitoris and his throbbing cock-shaft surged deeply into her rectum. And that was all Kitty needed to push her over the brink.
"Ooooh yes!" she sobbed out in wanton release as she felt the mind-blanking flutters begin far up in her loins and the pain in her rectum merged suddenly and completely with the ripples of pleasure coursing over her lewdly titillated clitoris.
Above her, Darrel groaned. "I'm gonna ... I'm gonna cum," he gasped, thrashing furiously above the squealing blonde nurse as he drove his hard rod of cock-shaft frenziedly into her yielded anus.
"Yes!" Kitty moaned, opening her eyes. "Yes! Yes!"
Then she blinked, staring with disbelief at the sky even as she felt the first drops of cum shooting into her from Darrel's cock, even as the shattering waves of her own orgasm pushed her into a sea of ecstasy and delirium.
She thought it was an hallucination. But it looked so real, in a curious sort of way. It was the funniest looking airplane she'd ever seen, with a long thin fuselage and long narrow wings, a wide propeller at the nose which appeared to be barely turning, merely blowing in the wind. The strange aircraft was gliding silently down toward the meadow, banking slightly, and leaning over what appeared to be an open cockpit was a man with a pair of binoculars, watching her and Darrel fucking.
Then she realized it was a glider. They were rescued. And for the moment she could do nothing but kick her legs in the air, the waves of her shattering orgasm sweeping relentlessly over her, Darrel's wildly hunching body pinning her helplessly to the ground.
Then the glider engine was started, the man with the binoculars signaled they would come back, and the funny looking plane climbed slowly back into the sky.
CHAPTER NINE
Kitty was speechless with awe and apprehension as the helicopter touched down on the landing pad beside the emergency medical facility at Los Angeles Airport. The decision to send an air ambulance, complete with physician, had been no joke, she supposed. And she knew the doctor's astonishment at finding them in such good health, excepting for Jack's injury, must have been sincere. But he'd congratulated her for doing a fine job of setting Jack's ankle under the conditions she'd faced, and she could at least feel proud of herself for that.
But Jack's leg or even her own physical condition were hardly the primary concern of the sensuous blonde nurse. What bothered her were the strange looks given her by the pilot of the helicopter, leading her to believe the man with the binoculars must have told everything he'd seen out there in the meadow. Kitty had already come to the understanding that learning to live again under the moral limits imposed by civilization was going to be difficult enough without her having to begin by facing a scandal, especially the kind of scandal she would confront if that rumor of her fucking children really got around. And as the blades stopped turning and the doors to the front lobby of the building opened and the white-suited attendants, followed by the hoard of men with the press badges, Kitty was sure that half of Los Angeles would know the whole story by morning.
Then the doors to the chopper opened and the attendants took Jack down on the stretcher, and she and the three boys followed into the throng of jabbering men. It had been so long since Kitty had heard that many voices at once that she was unable to even separate them. Instead she ignored the questions, picking up but a word here and there about conditions in the Rockies. She walked straight through them toward the glass doors of the building, confused, wondering if she were really even glad they had been rescued.
She stopped at the glass door, staring with disbelief at the outlandish vision that greeted her. It was her own reflection, but in the half open uniform, the Viking-style vest parted over her naked breasts, her long hair fluffy and tangled and her face parched, she did look like a savage. She looked like another species from the starched and primped nurses she could see inside. And she realized her three boyfriends, now moving up behind her, must look just as strange to these civilized people.
It was, for Kitty Sawyer, a poignant moment. Many times she had thought she would never be the same again, but as the flashbulbs snapped around her and the incessant questions bounced off her ears, she realized she'd never known how true that was until now. She was a new creature. She had partaken of the fruit of carnal knowledge as few women ever partook of it in their lives. And yet she didn't regret being different. And she didn't regret what had happened. The whole crazy, grueling experience had been worth it.
Then, as she was about to go through the door, one of the reporters' questions, addressed to the three boys now standing beside her, did reach her ears.
"Listen, kids. Harvard, here, from The Insider's Weekly Inquirer. I heard a rumor that's been circulating around here. Just off the record, could you say-"
"Let me say, for the record," Pete cut in, "that Miss Sawyer has been like a mother to us." Kitty looked the reporter in the eye for a moment, then went through the door, the three young boys moving hurriedly past her to the embraces of their real mothers, who'd been waiting in the lobby.
