Chapter 2
Sally Kirby woke before the other girls in the quonset hut. It was her habit to be first in almost everything she ever tried. But there wasn't much to do on the island very early in the morning except swim in the warm surf-fringed lagoon. It was a fantastic adventure, all right, being shipwrecked and saved. Too bad, she thought casually, that Miss Gorst hadn't gone down with the ship. Things might have been a bit more interesting if the doctor had survived.
She walked quietly down to the beach, thinking of how the young doctor had almost been close to making a pass at her, a pass that she had set up. But there was Miss Gorst, and it all went down the tubes. Sally kicked the white sand and forced from her mind the thought of the doctor's being gone. Sighting the water, she broke into a run and dove over the small crest and into the clear, blue of the deep water.
Sally was a good, strong swimmer. Her body, cared for and nourished by the best that money could buy, reflected everything desirable-full breasts, narrow waist, long tapering thighs and a hungry passion for getting as much cock as she could. That was something she wasn't getting any of here on the island, but then that was the luck of it all. She wouldn't even have been on the cruise if she had not been caught fucking that super-cock of a bellhop, and it was all so unnecessary, too, she thought She and the boy had been going at it for the entire day, but he insisted and she was willing, too willing, to have that last merry round on her mother's big bed. Gluttony, Sally told herself, obviously didn't pay off. Mother had caught them, and Sally was signed up for the cruise the next day. The bellhop was probably canned, she thought, unless mother took a fancy to his big cock. That her mother would do such a thing didn't surprise her at all.
She swam out about a hundred yards and turned her face to the sun, closing her eyes as she floated in the warm ocean, thinking all the time as she forked her thighs together how great it had been and how great it would be with a cock rammed up her cunt. As she floated on her back, her hands eased under the thin panties that she wore as a bathing suit. All she had left after the wreck was a pair of panties, a bra and shorts and a halter. She scissored her legs wide and slipped her fingers into her sea-wet crotch, eager fingers searching out the little bud of excitement, and then, drifting easily, Sally fingered herself to a somewhat less than satisfactory orgasm. When at last she had clamped her thighs around her hand and felt the warm glow race through her body, she opened her eyes and quickly dove under the water.
From the shade of a palm tree, Pedro watched with hungry eyes as the lush young thing swam out. He smiled to himself because he knew that she would be his very soon. All of that young, big-breasted girl-woman would taste the massive pole of his cock, and he meant that she would taste it in every opening. He would crush those big tits in his hands and force that rich little bitch down to her knees and make her suck him until she gagged on his joint. Then he would tear her tight little asshole apart with his maddened stem, plumb her all the way up to her tonsils, and when she was thoroughly taken in those ways, he would fuck her mindless, stretch her cunt walls so wide that she would have to walk bowlegged for a week.
Pedro flitted from one provocative scene of fantasy to another, but always came back to reaming Sally's high, well-rounded haunches, buggering her until his cock felt like it would split.
As she swam into the surf and stood up, he became aware of the bulge in his shorts, embarrassing then, but not for long. Still he turned away. He didn't want her to know that he had been watching her every move every morning since the wreck. There would be time for Sally, he thought, and went off towards Eva's hut.
The swim and the handy excitement made Sally feel exuberant. She came out of the water and picked up her halter and shorts and ran down the white sand. There were no towels, but it was only a matter of minutes before the sun and the hot air dried her. Later, after breakfast, she would go down to the fresh water pool and bathe away the salt. When she was dry and slightly winded from her run down the beach, she stopped and put on her shorts and halter, resisting the urge to remove her brassiere first. It would have felt wonderfully free to romp around without it, but then she realized that she was too big for that. Slowly she walked back to the camp and waited in line with the rest of the lads for their breakfast of fresh fish, powdered scrambled eggs and tea.
Sally nodded to everyone and smiled, but there wasn't anything to say to them. She looked around the group until she spotted Ellen, her only girl friend on the cruise, and went over to the younger girl.
"You ought to come for a swim in the morning," Sally said. "Makes for a real appetite, even for powdered eggs. Get enough sleep?"
Ellen nodded: She was pretty, but she didn't have the flamboyant way that Sally had, and it wasn't because she was just a year younger. She was afraid to do what she wanted to do, and Sally wasn't. That was the only difference. Sally did it and Ellen was afraid to. But the difference made for close friends, close enough, Ellen remembered, to have even mutually masturbated. But that was all. Even there in the breakfast line, Ellen felt a blush run up to her hairline as she recalled that Sally wanted to go down on her, wanted to lick her crotch. She had refused, but Sally, to Ellen's relief, didn't make much of it except to tell the younger girl what she was missing, how much more pleasant it was with a tongue instead of a finger. Next time, Ellen thought, next time she would go all the way.
There weren't any tables for eating. So each of the lads went off to sit under a tree in two's or three's. Sally and Ellen went off by themselves, plunking down in the sand near the beach.
"I'm starving," Sally said, shoving a mouthful of fried fish into her face. "You really ought to come for a swim in the morning."
"I'd rather sleep."
"Good wet dreams, I hope," Sally said, smiling slyly.
Ellen didn't answer. She blushed again and started to pick at the eggs and fish, eating slowly and almost indifferently. "What'll we do today?"
"What is there to do? Let's just wander around the old island. Maybe we'll find a pirate's treasure. Come on. Eat up. I'll meet you down at the pool"
Ellen nodded as Sally got up and ran over to the wash rack. There wasn't much to wash, but she seemed in a great hurry to do it. Ellen sat under the tree and watched her friend until she was out of sight. In a few minutes, Ellen thought, Sally's body would be naked in the cool water of the fresh pool. Just thinking of it sent a shiver of desire running through her. She wanted to be the water that held Sally's flesh.
Quickly Ellen finished her meal and washed her plate. Today might be different, she was thinking as she walked slowly towards the fresh water pool, but how different she wouldn't let herself imagine.
Sally was shaking herself dry in the sun when Ellen arrived, but she made no move to hide her ample charms, her high-riding breasts with the stiff nipples nor the triangle of black hair between her legs. It was only Ellen, she thought, but if it had been one of the boys she was sure that she wouldn't have run modestly away, either. She was too aroused by her swim and still too unsatisfied.
Ellen watched, slightly embarrassed by Sally's nakedness, as the older girl slowly dressed.
The island wasn't very large and Sally and Ellen had walked around the beach once before. It had taken them almost the entire day, but it had been worth it, as they found a black sand beach on the other side of the island, remains of some long extinct volcano. But they had never gone across the island, through the undergrowth and the high trees. It should be adventure, Sally assured the younger girls, and that was enough.
They had walked for about two hours when Sally finally agreed that it was getting too hot. Too hot to walk and too hot to really continue their cross-country trip. She would have gone on because she was strong and wanted to work off the growing sensations in her crotch, wanted to sweat it away, but they had come across another fresh water pool. Fatigue and heat convinced her that they should stop.
"Let's swim," Sally said, not waiting for the younger girl to decide before she stripped out of her clothing and plunged into cool water. "Oh! It's cold, but it's great. Hurry, Ellen. Wow!" Ellen, too, had felt the oppressive heat of the midday tropics and the water looked very inviting. She hesitated for a moment and then she, too, was out of her clothing and stepping cautiously into the cold water.
Sally surfaced and called Ellen from the opposite side of the pool. "I found a little cave. Come on." Then she was gone, swimming under the ledge and into the cool interior of the cave behind the falls.
For more than an hour, Ellen and Sally explored the cave behind the falls, admiring the way the light shimmered through the water and diffused itself over the damp moss-covered walls. There was an eerie luminescence to the quiet pool of water inside the cave, almost enough to scare them. But the cave didn't go very far, ending abruptly in the dim light about twenty-five feet from the falls.
They both dove into the water at die same time, swimming under the ledge and up into the hot air outside. It was almost noon, but they didn't care about lunch. The air was too hot and humid for eating, and as they both lay down on the grassy bank of the pool, they agreed to forego the meal.
The sun burned down and Sally let herself relax almost to the point of slumbering. Ellen, too, finally relaxed, still self-conscious about her nudity, but slowly falling under the spell of the warm sunlight.
She was almost dozing when she felt Sally's mouth against her soft tummy, felt the hot wetness of her tongue as it traced crazy patterns across the flesh, dipping lower and lower, settling excitingly into her navel and licking slowly downward.
"Oh, Sally. I'm scared. Please. Please don't," she whispered. But Sally simply looked up at her and smiled knowingly. Sally knew what Ellen knew: that Ellen did not want her to stop. This time she would go all the way.
Sally planted another kiss on the girl's soft skin just above the line of her pubic hair. Then with a gentle shove, she moved between Ellen's legs, spreading them wide with her cool, eager fingers. The crotch was damp from the pool, but warming quickly as she slowly lowered her face into the pink folds.
Ellen shuddered at the first touch of Sally's mouth on her clitoris, snapped her legs wider apart and gave a deep-throated moan of desire. It was all that Sally needed for encouragement. She spread the lips of the younger girl's cunt wide and lashed into the damp, tart-smelling crevice with her lips and tongue, eating down until she had the little nub of passion firmly, pressed between her teeth. Her tongue went wild then, lashing it until she could feel Ellen's body quiver and shake and fight to push the sensitive organ closer to the pleasure-giving mouth.
Oh what a sweet, virginal pussy, Sally thought as her mouth pressed into the humid purse of love. She wanted to make the younger girl come like she had never come before, because she knew that Ellen would eat her next, and she wanted to be eaten, to be fucked, with the girl's mouth until she howled like the wind.
Tears ran down Ellen's face, but they were tears of happiness. What she felt would happen was happening and it was far, far more than she ever expected. Her mind became almost blank and her heart raced until she thought that she would faint, but the pleasure in her crotch kept increasing as Sally's tongue probed deep into her cunt-and yes, then she could say the word for what it was, her cunt, cunt, cunt, happy cunt. The muscles of her ass tightened and her belly heaved forward to crush the tantalizing tongue and lips. She soared on clouds of feathery lightness, screamed up to the peak of her passion and clamped her legs tightly around Sally's head as she came and came again, crying and moaning with the release of all the passion she knew could exist.
Sally rubbed her face over Ellen's belly, climbing higher and higher up the girl's lush body until her mouth was inches from the stiff nipples. She rubbed her face over and around them, finally taking one gently into her mouth and sucking the sweet protuberance even more rigid. Ellen moaned and pushed the older girl's head away and then cradled it in her arms.
"Oh. Oh Sally. Oh that was so good."
Sally leaned up and kissed her on the ear and whispered to her, "I know, Ellen. I know. Please do me now. I need you. Please." And all the while she was pushing the young girl's head down.
Ellen hesitated, feeling softly inactive after her orgasm, but she let herself be pushed down to the black patch of hair between Sally's legs. She must do it now, she told herself, do it while the pleasure was still fresh between her legs.
She didn't bother with the soft caresses that Sally had given her, but went directly down between the girl's legs, letting the older girl spread her thighs wide. A moment's pause and then she dropped her mouth over the wet, slimy slit between the soft round thighs. Hesitantly at first, she dipped her tongue into the steamy crack, spreading the soft pubic hair with it and then cautiously tasting the warm fluid of Sally's cunt. There was no shock of revulsion and quite surprised by that, Ellen plunged her tongue into Sally's slit with greater eagerness. Her hands, almost idle at the start of her lovemaking, suddenly came up and over Sally's thighs, slid gently over the flesh and probed apart the lips of her pussy.
A surge of excitement raced through Ellen's body as she became more engrossed with the heaving torso and heavy breasts of the object of her lovemaking. She felt some strange feeling of power over the older girl as her mouth worked frantically at the girl's cunt, licking the salty liquid into her mouth. Cool hands came behind her neck and guided her face to the little nub. Just as Sally had sucked Ellen's clitoris into her mouth, Ellen sucked Sally's, grating her tongue over and over the tissue.
Sally felt the new contact and crushed her hips against the hot mouth of her young lover, feeling herself rise rapidly to the edge of an orgasm. She held herself back, kept holding back, wanting to feel the mouth at her crack forever, but then she couldn't hold back. Tension roared through her body and crashed in a dizzying spasm of relief between her legs. She tightened her thighs around Ellen's head, making the young girl halt the maddening movement of her tongue. Sally's ass rolled back and forth, her thighs still holding Ellen's face, until the last shudder of orgasm passed through her body.
Both girls sat up after a few minutes, neither finding any words to talk, both almost wanting to forget that their emotions had run away with them. Ellen felt awkward for a longer time, while Sally suddenly laughed and jumped back into the icy pool. She saw the concerned look on her friend's face and made a Joke about having had the best meal since she was shipwrecked. Ellen managed an uneasy smile for an answer.
It was nearly suppertime when they both returned to the camp. They were only missed slightly at lunchtime. It wasn't very unusual for any of the kids not to make the midday meal, one of the things that Eva Gorst did not insist upon as she knew that the heat diminished every appetite, even her own. Still, she always liked to see all of her charges at that time, even if they didn't want to eat.
Eva watched from the window of the make-shift dispensary as the two girls returned. At first glance, she thought that everything was all right, but then she noticed that Ellen, normally very quiet, seemed considerably more animated than Eva could remember ever seeing her. She was running and laughing along with Sally, normal for that girl, Eva thought. Curious behavior, Eva thought and then turned away, hardly thinking much more about it.
"Pretty pair of twats, huh?"
Eva turned, startled by the voice. Pedro was standing at the door, his white teeth made brighter still by the dark complexion.
"Remember what we discussed last night? Well, I know something about those two that might surprise you. I took a little walk today and guess what I discovered?"
Eva recovered her composure. "Don't bore me, Pedro. I've got things to do."
"Bullshit, Mees Gorst. There's nothing to do on this stinking island, except fuck away the time. But aren't you a little bit interested in what I saw today?"
"What did you see?" Eva asked, her voice resigned to listening to him.
"That older girl, Sally, is quite an interesting piece. Seems she likes girls a lot."
"What the hell do you mean?" Eva snapped.
"I took a little walk after breakfast," he said, stepping into the dispensary. "Very nice way to play if one does not have a man around." Pedro told her of following the girls to their trysting place, relishing each detail of how first Sally had spread the younger girl's legs and then mouthed her cunt until Ellen had had her climax.
Eva listened to Pedro's story, believing it without question. She herself had been to too many girls' schools to have been shocked or concerned. That Sally would attempt something like that didn't surprise her, but Ellen's enthusiastic behavior was something else. She suspected that Pedro was coloring the tale by making the younger girl out as a sophisticate. But that was a minor concern and it did explain in Eva's mind why the girl was so animated when she had seen them return.
Already plans were forming. She would have Ellen come to her quarters just before lights out and confirm what Pedro had said. And then ... The thoughts of Ellen's young girl flesh sent a fresh shiver of anticipation running through Eva's body. It had been a long time since she had explored the soft wonderland of a young female's secret places.
"I theenk you like little girls, too, huh, Mees Gorst?" Pedro leaned against the table and was laughing without sound.
Eva turned to him with a frosty stare. "But you said it yourself, Pedro. What else is there to do?"
"I want to watch," he said.
"Don't be ridiculous," Eva said. "I'm not about to put on a show for you or anyone else."
He moved over to her so quickly that Eva hardly saw him. Her arm went painfully up behind her back and the glinting edge of the knife, razor keen edge against her cheek, came out so quickly that she was too frightened to scream.
"I could simply cut your throat, Mees Gorst, and take the girls myself. After me, they won't need each other. I'm going to watch, aren't I?"
The pain seared up her arm and into her shoulder, but Eva managed to whisper her assent. This was a new factor that she had not bargained with. Quickly she realized that Pedro must be made to be her accomplice, to be part of the things that she wanted to do, and though she was a trifle disgusted with his suggestion she realized herself that this was yet another way in which to enslave him to her demands. She smiled her sexiest and finally felt the pressure on her arm ease. "Don't be a bigger fool than I think you are, darling. I was just joking. But you have to allow me to watch you while you entertain her. By the time I get through with her you'll appreciate how nicely softened up and ready she'll be for your big cock."
Pedro slipped the knife back into its sheath and let go of the woman's arm. "I'll be watching from the window. So leave the blind up enough. And leave the door unlatched. It should be most interesting getting into that hot-pants little bitch. She has such a lovely movement, that Sally.
Eva smiled at him. "But Pedro, darling, I meant to take Ellen, the younger girl. She's such a sweet little thing, and I'd swear that she's a virgin, at least a virgin to a man if not to a girl."
"Sally has been around quite a bit. In fact, fucking was the reason she was forced to come along on the cruise."
Pedro made some protests, cautiously admitting that he had had the hots for Sally ever since she came aboard the schooner. But he relented after Eva promised that they would have Sally the next night.
It was dark outside already, the tropical sunset fiery for a brief time, and then blackness. Pedro was suddenly aware of the darkness in the dispensary and the opportunity it offered. He moved to Eva's side and pressed his day-long frustrated and tormented penis against her. She understood his impassioned mood and slipped down on the cool floor of the dispensary and unhooked his shorts, letting them fall around his ankles. Quickly she lowered her head over his thick cock and took it into her mouth, laving the glans furiously with her tongue and lips. Her hands cradled his testicles, those heavy balls she had come to love as they banged against her ass when he fucked her. She sucked the thick hard-on with her own passion rising, sucked frantically with only the thought of making him come quickly. She was rewarded with his load of hot semen, which she swallowed.
Pedro held her head until he felt his cock relax, He couldn't see her face, but he knew that she had enjoyed it almost as much as he did. He let her get to her feet as he pulled his shorts up and belted them.
"I'll be waiting for you after you put the kiddies to bed," he said.
Eva said that he might as well go have a drink as she would take Ellen for a little walk before bringing her to her quarters, "Watch for us. I'll have a lantern."
He understood and left without saying anything. He felt relaxed, almost fatigued by the quick way he had responded to Eva's mouth. It was over too quickly, he thought, but that was all right, too. He knew that he would be ready in an hour or so, more than ready for the little virgin cunt. He scuffed through the sand to Eva's, turning on a lantern and drinking from the bottle.
His thoughts ran back over the day's events and he tried to picture the younger girl as well as he had imprinted Sally's lush young body on his brain, Slowly she came back to him, her legs spread for Sally's mouth, the arching way her not immature hips rose to meet that mouth, and the very adequate development of the girl's bosom. Yes, he thought, she would be just fine, and a virgin, too, he reminded himself. But then maybe that was why he had been so taken with Sally. She was definitely not a virgin and he laughed quietly as he wondered when she ever was. It was the older girl's experience that intrigued him, her sure way of handling her body and her aggressive way with Ellen. Other than that, he coolly told himself, there was very little physical difference between the two girls. And from tonight, there wouldn't be much that Sally knew that Ellen wouldn't. He laughed again and took another swallow from the brandy bottle.
He laughed again as he thought of how no one back in Matzalan would believe that he had been marooned on a tropical island with five nymphs and a horny older woman. But whether they believed him or not didn't matter, he knew. The boys around the yacht club would keep buying as long as his fantastic story held out, and some of them would believe and would fantasize and relive vicariously this incredible segment of Pedro's career.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden freshening of the wind and the damp, sweet smell of rain in the cool air. The palms were rustling. The bright sliver of moon that had just risen suddenly was curtained by the boiling mass of clouds. Pedro felt the physical effects of the falling barometer-a sudden sense of exhilaration, a quickening of pulse, a time for mad things and madder things still. From his twenty-eight years, eighteen or more at sea one way or another, he knew what was coming, and he reveled in it. The storm. From the first hurricane he had ever experienced at the age of five, he loved the wind and the sudden crash of thunder and flash of lightning, the howling wind and then the slashing rain, cool against the tropical heat of the minutes before and so free that his mind wanted to run up the mast and feel the full force of the stinging water, salty and more delicious than anything could ever be.
Quickly he turned the lantern out and picked up the bottle. Eva and the virgin would be coming. Eva and the virgin, he mused, making it a sing-song ringing tantalizingly through his brain. He stepped out into the wind, caught a glimpse of the moon once more before it was curtained behind a thunderhead, yet faded only slowly behind the blackness, revealing first the turmoil of the storm that was soon to crash down. He laughed and walked around the quonset hut, the small shelter there from a makeshift awning that some soldier had put up. It would not be enough to protect from the rain, but he was not one to complain about rain. He took another swig from the bottle of brandy and waited patiently for Eva and the virgin. They would be coming quickly, he thought, fearing the weather as all women fear the weather.
From one window through the opposite window, he saw the swinging lantern, moving joggedly as the girls ran to the shelter of the hut. Pedro smiled to himself and took still another drink from the bottle. He capped it then, not wanting the surge of excitement from the weather and the thoughts of the virgin's widespread legs to leave him. He nestled the bottle down into the sand, knowing that when he was ready he would take it with him.
Eva had taken Ellen for a long walk down the beach, speaking softly and understandingly to the young girl. A suggestion here and there, a word of comfort, a word of more understanding about the hot flushes that ran through a girl's body, and before long Ellen was telling Eva all about her shame, her seduction, her participation and her desires. And her fears. She expressed them more than anyone else had done. Ellen said that she knew that she was never going to be rescued, that they were all going to be stranded forever. Eva reassured her, calmed her and told her to follow.
When the wind came up, she told the girl to hurry and began to trot towards her quarters. Ellen kept up with Eva, her eyes glued to the wavering flash of the lantern's beam as it joggled over the sand. The going was slow through the deep, soft sand, and when they were a hundred yards from Eva's quarters, the rain exploded upon them, heavy sheets of rain, drops as big as teacups and larger. It drenched them with the first onslaught, but Eva smiled and imperceptibly slowed her pace. She was soaked in a moment, drenched to the skin, and so was Ellen. Perfect, Eva thought, and the thought was echoed in Pedro's mind as he watched the woman and the virgin come up to the hut.
Eva put the lantern on the table and closed the door, careful to leave it unlatched as she knew that Pedro was watching. She felt a strange perversity in knowing that he was watching, and knowing that he was going to watch as she seduced Ellen. But there were first things to perform. She lit the stove. She looked for the brandy and realized that Pedro must have the open bottle with him. It was no matter. She opened another one and left it on the sideboard near the stove. Then she drew some water and told Ellen to get out of her wet clothing while she made some hot tea.
Eva pointed towards a robe hanging near the cot, and Ellen seemed relieved. Quickly she stripped out of her clothes and watching Eva busy at the stove, she put on the robe. That moment of hesitation did not go unnoticed by Pedro who noticed immediately that the girl's nipples were stiff. Stiff with what? With fear or anticipation? He muffled a laugh and reached down for the bottle.
Ellen watched Eva make tea preparations. All the things she had told the nurse seemed so distant, and the older woman seemed so understanding that she was beginning to feel comfortable. The fire was comfortable after the cool rain and it made the hut protective and isolated from the crashing storm that was raging outside.
Eva laced Ellen's tea heavily with brandy and sugar. She knew that it was not enough, to make the girl intoxicated, but it would be enough to make her relax, make her become more drowsy and more susceptible to her advances. Ah sweet brandy, Eva thought as she brought the cups of steaming tea over to the girl, it will make my task so much easier.
She put the cups of tea and brandy on the table by the bed. As Ellen began to drink hers, Eva smiled and began to change her own wet clothing. She was careful to let the younger girl see her fully developed body, the firm globes of her breasts and the swell of her hips, her narrow waist and her milk-white skin that contrasted so boldly with the dark triangle between her legs.
At first, Ellen turned away, but as the warm tea and brandy flowed through her body, she slyly turned to watch the older woman, slightly embarrassed, but too curious to turn away even when Eva smiled at her and continued her slow movements. The older woman had taken a towel and was sensuously rubbing her body down, warming it to a pale pink flush.
"You should let me do this to you, Ellen," she said very softly. "It'll take all the danger of catching a cold away. Come here."
Still fascinated by the beautiful body of the older woman, Ellen got up from the edge of the bed and putting her cup of tea down, walked over to Eva. She was blushing at the thought of the nurse touching her, but she wanted to be touched by the gentle hands of the older woman, wanted to feel those cool, long fingers over her fiery body.
Outside, Pedro watched with increasing passion as the females performed their quiet admiration of each other's bodies. And then he grew more frantic as Eva pushed the girl's thin robe from her shoulders, revealing the fine youthful breasts and smooth-fleshed torso. He saw the hungry look in Eva's eyes as she touched the girl's nipples gently and watched for some reaction from the youngster, but the girl only shut her eyes.
"You have a beautiful body," he heard Eva whisper. "No wonder Sally was attracted to you. Ellen, dear, I feel that way, too, the way that Sally must have felt this afternoon. You're really beautiful, my dear."
There were other whispered endearments that Pedro could only guess at. But the magic words of Eva were taking effect, he saw. The older woman suddenly placed her arms around the girl's shoulders and pulled her close to her warm breasts and then, shyly, uncertainly, the girl put her arms around Eva. A moment of silence and the touch had the desired effect. Gently and seemingly not even moving, Eva lifted the girl's face and pressed her mouth over the parted lips of the virgin.
Ellen moaned and seemed to melt into Eva's comforting arms, seeking the warmth there and the protection and the excitement of what she knew was only a fraction of what it could be like with someone like Eva. For an instant she felt some loathing of herself, but it passed as quickly as the rush of blood roared through her body and her cunt seemed to boil with desire. She responded willingly to the kiss, frightened at first by its intensity and then glad of it, joyously accepting it and returning it to the older woman.
Eva's hands moved down the girl's back, cupping the well-rounded buttocks and squeezing the firm soft flesh. Her touch became more insistent, more demanding, and her hands pulled the girl's ass apart, cool, knowing fingers slipping into the crack and down until they felt the girlish moisture seeping from the core of heat. Their pelvises ground together, black slash of hair insinuating itself between the softer, younger, lighter curls of Ellen's cunt, Slowly and without breaking the kiss, Eva walked Ellen back to the bed, kissing her feverishly once and then easing her down onto the soft cover.
Ellen held her eyes tightly shut as she felt herself lowered onto her back, felt those cool, knowing fingers spread her thighs, hot pillars of flesh, wide apart, and she could feel her heart pounding as she waited for the electrifying shock of Eva's tongue. The girl clenched her hands into the cover, squeezing the fabric until her knuckles were almost white, waiting, expecting, knowing what was coming, frightened of it and wanting it so very much at the same time.
Eva smiled once towards the window, hardly a smile really, more of a sardonic grin, an expression of conquest that seemed to mock the unseen presence of the masculine animal just outside. The light from the lantern made it impossible for Eva to see outside, but she knew that Pedro was there and she knew that what she was going to do would run him up the wall and then ... She knelt at the foot of the bed and told herself that she would worry about that when it happened. The girl, she noticed, was still frightened, eyes closed and fists clenched. Well, Eva thought, as she lowered her face into the warm flesh of the girl's belly, eyes and fists will be closed in more than fright before the night is over.
The shock of Eva's face against her abdomen made Ellen open her eyes and look down. Her hands unclenched the fabric and she wanted to push the older woman away, but those wild sensations ran through her body one more time and she could no longer control herself. She rocked her hips forward and undulated as Sally had done earlier in the day. Was it the same day? The shock again of Eva's mouth closing rapidly down to her most sensitive core made her forget the feelings of the afternoon, if that had really been a part of the day, or was it all just a damp dream that had happened a million years ago?
Ellen cried out as Eva's tongue expertly parted the pubic hair and zeroed in on the bud of pleasure. The first stab of hot tongue sent a jolt of pleasure into her body. She arched her back, trying at once to get away from the flaying tongue and at the same time to get even closer to it. Eva beat a staccato of excitement into the girl's cunt, laving the clit frantically for a few minutes before lowering the target area to bring into better arousal some of the delicate tissues and nerves of the girl's vaginal walls. She slipped her tongue deep into the pink wet folds of flesh, occasionally mouthing the plump petals of passion that were the girl's cunt lips. Her thoughts, like Sally's earlier, also reflected upon the tart sweetness of this boiling hole of the virgin. She licked the girl's pussy down, down, down, pushing the healthy thighs wide and back until her mouth was comfortably resting right at the core. And then she went down farther, licking moistly around the edges of her asshole, and finally, after much tormenting, plunged the hot tip of her tongue into the tight ring of muscle ... just a tip of tongue, but enough to send the girl crying aloud with the intensity of the pleasure, a moan that almost dimmed the roaring storm outside.
Pedro reached down and picked up the bottle of brandy, quickly uncorking it and taking a long pull. But his eyes never left the two on the bed inside the hut. He was aware only of the burning liquid going down his throat and the painful throbbing of his enormous erection. He wanted to drop the bottle and his tightly bulging shorts and race into the hut and slam his meat into the quivering cavern of Ellen's hot cunt. But he held himself in check, sipping more of the brandy and telling himself that he must hold back in order to really enjoy the preparation that Eva was giving the virgin. The rain splashed from his back, off his head and trickled down into his mouth, but he still felt feverish from watching. Eva, he thought in a moment of calm, was as enthusiastic eating the girl's box as she had been sucking him off. A crazy broad, he told himself, and added that that was just what every shipwrecked sailor should have.
Ellen felt still newer spasms of delight as Eva's mouth worked its way up from her anus and back into the hot lubricity of her cunt. Oh yes, she whispered to herself, it was her cunt, her cunt, her throbbingly aching cunt that was giving her so much pleasure. Not even Sally's skillful tongue had done that afternoon what the older woman was doing then. Ellen felt dizzy with the waves of emotion that rocked through her virginal body as the nurse licked around the core of sensitivity, sometimes even nibbling gently with her teeth on that wild little nub of nerves. Her face grew red and the perspiration rolled between her breasts and down onto the cover of the bed, surrounding Ellen in a damp, earthy-smelling and exciting bath. The moisture didn't cool in the breeze that swept through the hut. Her body was too afire to cool.
And again Eva's tongue found yet another sensitive area which sent the girl into new paroxysms of pleasure. She heaved her chest up and down, sucking in the life-giving air, and flailed the mattress with her clenched fists, and then a great shudder passed through her body, some wild new excitement that had never broken out of her soul before. Ellen felt it like a burning coal between her legs, hot and alive and searing right down to the very core of her being. Uncontrollably she reached down and grabbed Eva's hair, pulling the all-too-willing nurse's mouth closer to the maelstrom of her burning cunt. She was wracked with the spasms of her orgasms-deep, wet convulsions that ripped her from any semblance of reality and dropped her onto the feathery clouds of pure satisfaction that she wanted to cry and scream, rant and rip things to pieces. Instead, the wild feeling slowly ebbed until Ellen could hear only the sound of her own heart, loud within her mind and almost as loud as the wind and thunder outside. Her legs stiffened and she arched herself until Eva's punishing tongue was forced from the elemental core of her desire.
Eva knew what had happened. She rolled back onto her haunches and let Ellen's legs fall limply together. The girl's eyes were tightly closed again, but this time it was not in that fearful anticipation of what she was going to get. But closed they were, tightly closed in remorse perhaps, but more than likely in the deep throes of total completion. Eva lay down beside the girl and softly kissed her eyelids, her hands, her neck, her shoulders. There must be a moment of quiet, Eva said to herself, a moment like this before it all turns very different.
She was burning herself, but she held herself back, knowing that Pedro was about to come in. He must be very excited, she thought. Her hand betrayed her own excitement, creeping down between her own damp thighs and finding some small solace in the touch of her clit. A quick look at the window and she knew that Pedro would read her signal. She waited, once more leaning over Ellen's body and kissing the eyelids. Soon, pretty one, I'll let him have you.
"Very nice, Mees Gorst."
She knew that he was there, but she was still surprised when she saw him standing at the doorway. She had not heard him enter, but then the wind and the rain were making enough noise for anyone to have come in without her knowing it. She was expecting him, yet still she was surprised, surprised especially at his voice.
Ellen cried out as soon as she heard his voice and made an attempt to run from the bed, but Eva held her close and whispered into her ear. Fear not, quiet, and other little words that seemed all right for the moment; but there was the burly first-mate, standing there and looking at the two of them, looking especially at her, at Ellen. She cried again and turned her face into Eva's bosom.
"Touching."
"Be gentle with her, Pedro," Eva said. She put her hand under the girl's chin. "Ellen dear, listen to me. You liked what happened to you just now, didn't you? Well, there is something just as wonderful that Pedro will do. It's something so different that you'll wonder whether you will ever want what I have done, but you'll see, soon enough, that both are very good. Now, relax, Ellen, and enjoy."
She held the frightened girl by the shoulders, her powerful arms easily controlling the frightened teenager as Pedro moved stealthily across the room. Ellen looked up again and saw him closer. Then with a super effort she broke from Eva's grasp and ran for the door, but Pedro tripped her and sent her sprawling. He was in no mood for gentleness, and somewhere in Eva's mind she didn't really want to object to what was about to take place.
Pedro's hand flashed down and wrapped into Ellen's hair. He pulled her to her feet, his dark eyes flashing the hungry need in his loins. "Listen, little cunt, and listen well. I'm going to fuck you. There's no doubt that you're going to get fucked. But there are two ways you can do it, willingly or otherwise. We'll both enjoy it if you cooperate. If you don't, I'll still enjoy it. Is that clear?"
The pain seared through her scalp as the man held her nearly off her feet by the hair. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. And she was still weak from Eva's mouth, but something inside her kept telling her that Pedro was bad and that he was going to hurt her, no matter what she did. But his eyes, she thought. He wants me and he'll kill me. It was just a momentary flash across her intelligence, but it was enough to make her realize that she was totally helpless. Eva, she noticed, was simply standing by the bed and almost seemed anxious to see her raped.
Pedro's knife flashed under her chin. Ellen saw it and let the tears flow, causing her to see wavery patterns of the two adults in the room. Then she relaxed. Pedro pushed her over to the bed where she dropped down, feeling without hope and without friends. Let him do his damnedest, she thought, and put her face in her hands.
What a strange sense of excitement, Eva thought, and watched as Pedro stripped his shorts off and stood before the teenager with his throbbing erection. There was a perverse sense of exhilaration that shot through her entire being as she watched him pull the girl's hair again and steer his enormous cock towards her tearstained face. She could feel the searing heat of her own passion from her toes to her head as the girl sat passively in front of that marvelous cock, fearing and fascinated by its immensity, its heat, its promise of such power.
Ellen's hands dropped from her face when Pedro had grabbed her hair, but she could feel no urge to resistance when he shoved his hard penis so close to her. Her mouth was closed, but she didn't know that there was where he wanted to put his meat. She felt suspended for a long time until suddenly Pedro's other hand reached down and squeezed open her jaws. Her lips parted wetly, tear-soaked and limp, and then his cock was inside her mouth, thick and almost gagging her and pleasing and frightening. His powerful fingers still held her jaws open, but she made no effort to close them around the fleshy pole. She was too surprised by his oral attack to know what was happening, and then it was too late. The cock was in her mouth and when she finally tried to pull away, his other hand, fingers entwined in her hair, yanked her head forward until the thick member was jammed into her mouth almost down to her tonsils. She coughed, gagged and fought to pull away, but he held her fast, squeezing her jaws until they ached, until she calmed enough to hear his voice, low and threatening, "Use your tongue, you little slut, use your tongue or I'll rip your head off your neck. Lick the end of that cock. Lick it good."
Tentatively she forced her paralyzed tongue to lash out against the hot knob of his penis. Her saliva formed and mixed with the salty taste of his flesh. She swallowed and felt a strange sensation running through her body. She licked the head of his cock again and the same shudder of fear or pleasure struck her again. Again her tongue flicked over the swollen glans and then again and again until she shuddered. Cautiously her hand stole up Pedro's leg and found the heavy sack of his testicles. Curious was all that Ellen could think, but he shoved his dick farther into her throat and made her wince, yet it was not unpleasant and she licked his penis more rapidly.
"That's more like it," he said softly, easing his cock in and out of her mouth. "A few more lessons and I think you'll become a great cocksucker." He moaned and then pulled himself from the warmth of her head.
"But that's enough for now. Just lay back on the bed, baby. It's time you got something where it really belongs."
Ellen felt herself pushed back onto the cover of the bed, but she seemed hardly aware of what was happening to' her. It was all so dreamlike, she thought, a nightmare, and yet such a pleasant one. The cock in her mouth had excited her and in the moment before Pedro spread her legs wide and shoved that same cock deep into her cunt, she felt a wave of revulsion. It passed as quickly as the thick stem of his manhood brutally rammed itself between her widespread thighs, sinking deep into the inner heat of her vagina, stretching wide the walls and sending a searing pain through her abdomen. But the pain passed as the moisture of Ellen's cunt eagerly accepted the massive member. Then pain again as Pedro withdrew and plunged back into her, sinking even deeper into her body. She felt ripped at first, but then it began to subside, that swollen pressure that almost made her nauseated, and it was slowly being replaced by sensations that she had only faintly experienced with her fingers and the tongues of Eva and Sally. This was real. And it all came shattering down to her that she was finally being fucked, fucked, fucked by a man. And she gloried in it, wrapping her plump thighs tightly around Pedro's waist and moaning her pleasure sounds into the flesh of his shoulder.
It was over then and just as though they had called up a cue to the sky, the storm let up, the wind howled down to a mere breeze and the moon broke through the dark clouds.
Pedro sat naked in the chair by the table, drinking right from the bottle of brandy. He watched Eva clean up the girl, show her how to take care of herself, whispering woman things. It had been good, he thought, tight and sweet, and surprising that the girl had taken to cock so readily. She sucked out of fear, but she joined the fucking out of pleasure. He could wait patiently for Eva to finish with the girl. He was tired, but he knew that the woman was probably as horny as hell and he also knew that he would be able to take care of her rampant desires after the girl had gone to her own quarters.
Eva made some more tea and brandy for Ellen and then walked her back to her room. The girl was embarrassed and hardly said a word, but Eva knew that that would pass and that she would be ready for another night before too long. When the nurse returned to her own room, she glanced quickly at Pedro, saw his thick cock swollen with need and turned out the lantern. He didn't disappoint her that night.