Chapter 3
"I heard some funny rumors around this place, Pedro." The first mate stopped hauling in the rubber raft and looked at his young companion. Kevin was a good-looking kid, seventeen or so and built like an athlete.
"Such as, my friend?"
"Such as you and Miss Gorst making out in the sack," he said.
Pedro pulled at the rope and helped drag the raft full of fish over the surf and onto the beach before answering. "So what? She's a very nice lady, huh, kid. You like that stuff?"
Kevin blushed to the roots of his blond hair and gave a strangled laugh and a shrug of his shoulder. But he knew that what Pedro had said was pretty close to being right. He had seen old Gorst walking around in her shorts and brief halter and found himself thinking of her totally naked and with him. It had been a long time since he had been with a girl. "Well, you better watch out or she'll get you," Pedro said, laughing loud much to Kevin's embarrassment.
The boy said nothing but threw himself into the daily task of getting the first catch of the day cleaned and salted down as Pedro directed, making vulgar comments about Kevin and Eva. The boy ignored them and continued to clean fish.
They had caught enough fish and clams for the next three meals and about two hours later had them dressed for cooking or storing. Pedro left him then and went off to attend to something else. He didn't tell Kevin what it was.
After the work was done, the boy went back to the surf, diving expertly over the crest of the first wave and swimming effortlessly out into the blue calm water of the lagoon. He swam around for half an hour and would have continued, but the noise on the beach attracted his attention. He saw Sally and Ellen, Carl and Mary Pendergast running up and down the surf. From the distance he watched Sally's big boobs rolling under the skimpy top and thought that she was without a bra, hell, knew she was without a bra. And he knew, too, that she was pretty much on the make for him, and though he felt a stirring in his loins for the nubile teenager, he knew that she didn't really turn him on all that much. There was something too forward about her that made him feel less a man than he was. But he thought about it, knowing that it was flattering to be liked in the way a man likes to be liked. It was a very powerful thought he had then about Sally and with the quickening of his pulse he dove under the surface and swam underwater for a minute, breaking to the surface again with a splash and a gasp for air.
He listened to the kids squealing and yelling in the water for a minute and then made his way to the beach, dropping down on the hot sand and breathing deeply. He watched the group for a while and then turned his attention to the surf, relaxing to its sound and the heat of the sun on his belly. For being shipwrecked, he mused, this wasn't too bad.
The sound of the surf and the other kids changed suddenly and Kevin turned his head. Bob Haas, the big kid son of some banker, obnoxious, but tough-looking, had arrived and was wrestling with Mary. Kevin looked on without saying anything while the other kids continued to run up and down the edges of the surf, playing some sort of ball-tag with a clod of dried seaweed. He was about to go back to his reverie on the surf and the sun when he heard the girl suddenly scream.
"Don't Please, Bob, you're hurting me," Mary was saying. Still Kevin didn't move, but he continued to watch, the peace of the morning broken for the moment. "Let go."
He couldn't hear what Bob was saying, but he saw that the party was getting rough. Bob had his hand under Mary's shorts and his mouth was trying to catch hers for a kiss, but the girl kept twisting her head away.
Mary, he knew, was just not the type to take that kind of bold assault, but Bob was a lot bigger and stupid perhaps in not recognizing that the girl didn't want anything to do with him. Kevin finally got up, dusted the sand from his damp behind and walked over to the struggling pair.
"Let her alone, Bob," he said quietly.
The muscular bully looked up and withdrew his hand from under Mary's shorts. He glared at Kevin and then stood up. "You gonna make me?"
"She's not interested," Kevin said, watching Mary as she got up, straightened her shorts and walked off from the two of them and rejoined the others. "So leave her alone."
"Kiss my ass," Bob said. "You find your own cunt and let me alone. I'm gonna make that broad."
"You're stupid. We're not going to be here forever, and if you force yourself on her she'll holler bloody murder. Besides, I can't really blame her for not being interested in you."
"A wise ass," Bob said, stepping closer to Kevin and shoving him on the shoulder. It was an open-palm punch, like a stiff-arm in football. Kevin recoiled and then shoved Bob. But the other kid had been waiting and slammed his fist into Kevin's side. It threw him off balance, off just enough for Bob to throw another punch and roll Kevin down to the sand. They tumbled over in the hot sand, trading punches and curses. Then Kevin flipped Bob clear and stood up. The other boy didn't get up right away and it seemed like the fight was over. They didn't say anything to each other; their eyes said all there was to say, Kevin looked down and then turned away.
"Fuck you," Bob cried out from the sand and hurled the stick of driftwood at Kevin, catching the blond boy in the back of the head, turning the golden hair suddenly red with blood as the stick did its damage. Kevin turned to come back, but the blow had made him dizzy. He staggered then fell. Bob ran to him, apologizing and then ran away.
Eva heard about the incident from the others who had helped Kevin to the infirmary. She cleaned and dressed the wound, actually just a minor cut with no sign of any concussion. Still she couldn't be entirely sure, so she had the boy rest in her room, the coolest one at the camp, for a couple of hours. He protested that he was all right, but she was very persuasive.
An hour after he had been lying down, Eva came in and began talking to him, even fixed some tea. "I hope that this will be the only fight that we have while we're stranded here," she said, serving the tea to Kevin who had sat up on the edge of the bed. "As long as we're on this island, we'll have to work doubly hard to get along well with each other. I should think that you would know that, Kevin. You're a natural leader, and I've been proud of the way you've helped with the fishing and making our lives comfortable."
Kevin sipped the hot tea, strange brew he thought for a hot tropical afternoon, but it felt warm and sweet going down. There wasn't much he could reply to her sermonizing. Of course he knew that everyone should get along together. But he looked up at her and nodded his agreement, and his thoughts went back to his earlier conversation with Pedro. He wondered if the first mate was really making out with her. Slowly his gaze fell from her eyes down her deep cleavage and then to the full ripeness of her thighs tightly encased in the shorts. Her legs were slightly apart and he could see the fabric molded against the crotch, perfectly outlining the crease of her cunt and the soft swell of her pubes.
He felt a flush of embarrassment when she spoke. "Is something the matter, Kevin?" She said it softly, knowing all too well what was on the boy's mind. She had not been blind to the way his gaze dropped down and examined her body. She was tempted for an instant to open her legs even wider, but thought better of it. Let him feel a little flushed, she thought.
"I think that you had better rest a bit longer. A blow on the head doesn't show too many symptoms until a few hours later. Just lie down. I'll be right here." She reached over and took the cup from him and urged him back onto the cot with her hand, cool against the boy's warm flesh. There was nothing wrong with him, she felt certain, but she liked to see his strong young body stretched out on her bed. She knew what she was going to do, but that would have to wait until later in the evening. She let him rest, placing a damp cloth over his forehead.
Eva felt nervous when she touched the boy's body, a shiver of anticipation running through her. He was quite different from Carl, she thought, and he would take some very special attention, but she knew that she had to have his muscular body wrapped between her thighs, knew that she wanted to feel his cock deep in her belly and in her mouth. She was almost tempted to make the first overture toward him, but the sun was still high in the tropic sky and there would be too much talk if she stayed in her quarters with him very long. Almost all of her charges had heard about the fight and Kevin's injury, and she knew that they would be waiting down at the beach for her assurances. Kevin had closed his eyes, she noticed, and she left him in the cool of her room to report to the other kids.
They listened to her, intently at first as she gave the medical condition of Kevin, and then with less interest as she repeated her sermon about working and getting along together. She dismissed them and watched half-heartedly as they scattered back to the camp or down the beach, very far away from her, she noticed, and Carl and Ellen farther still.
Eva walked slowly along the beach in the opposite direction from the rest of the kids, knowing that she would undoubtedly run into Bob Haas somewhere. He must have been frightened, but Kevin did say that he first made some apology. That was in his favor, but then he was frightened and that was what made him apologize, she thought. No matter. She'd have to talk to him, give him the rah-rah speech she had given the others and try to elicit a promise from him to be a little more cooperative. He was not too bright, she thought, and as she kicked at the sand she realized that he might be useful to her, useful just because he was a bully type.
Knowing what had started the fight. Eva knew that she had a way to make Bob Haas one of her more useful pupils. She was surprised, of course, that he had made a pass at the virginal Mary. She had suspected that Sally would have been the target of his advances, but then on second thought, she realized that Sally was too much a woman for Bob, too confident, too experienced for him. She would have to put him down to a fair-thee-well. Eva laughed and walked on, edging close to the surf as she became aware of the heat of the sand.
She didn't find Haas on her walk that afternoon, but the day seemed so perfect that she continued walking down the beach, kicking sand and old memories. Surely, she thought, they would be found one day soon. It didn't seem possible to her that the wealthy parents of a dozen children would not raise heaven and hell to find them when the schooner failed to radio a position report or failed to reach its next destination. But in the meantime, she reminded herself, she was going to make the most of it, of the kids, taking her pleasures where she found them and savoring each one to the fullest degree.
When she returned to the camp area, everyone was eating dinner. She greeted them and helped herself to the baked fish and clams. Delicious, she thought, but oh for a bucket of melted butter! Pedro had offered her some hot coconut oil once before, but it was too heavy.
Since nothing had really happened for the two weeks that they were shipwrecked, the big news was Kevin's run-in with Bob. Eva caught the whisperings around the campfire and saw that both Bob and Kevin were eating, at opposite sides of the area. There was no one around either of them. She weighed taking both of them in hand and making them become friends in front of the gathering, but dropped the idea when she saw Bob leave for his room. She would talk to him later. In the meantime, her thoughts were skittering around the erotic possibilities of Kevin and over the butterless clams.
Some of the younger people came over to her and asked the perennial question of when she thought they would be rescued and she gave them her constant reply that she had no idea and they were all to make the most of it and keep up their spirits, for rescued they would be. It was almost a nighttime ritual with one or more of them. At times, she felt like screaming at them but she held herself in check, knowing that she was the leader, the strong force in their suddenly directionless lives.
Kevin finished eating and started for the beach when he was called back by Eva. The others had vanished to their rooms, fatigued from the length of their day and resigned to the lightless nights which offered no way of reading in bed. Eva was thankful for the full days of freedom and the exertions of the beach. There had never been any sleeping problems.
"I want to take another look at your head," she said when the blond boy came over to her. "Come over to my room before you turn in."
He looked at her closely, trying to fathom the deep blackness of her eyes and trying, too, to keep his eyes from wandering down to her cleavage. He nodded and walked away towards the beach. Eva knew that he wanted to swim, something that she wished he wouldn't do, but she felt that he had sense enough to keep his bandaged head out of the water. Let him swim a little, she mused. Some fatigue and he'll be ready to feel some excitement.
"He likes you, Mees Gorst," Pedro said, startling her as always by the way he suddenly appeared behind her or someplace she didn't expect him. "He told me this morning while we were fishing."
"Pedro, I wish you'd drop that damned 'Mees' shit. Everyone here knows that's phony."
"Just a little fun, Eva, my darling cunt," he said. "By the way, while you're fucking up to that kid, I'll be having a little fun with someone else."
"Didn't you get enough of that last night?"
"Why, Eva darling, I think you're jealous. But no, one has hardly broken in the girl yet."
Eva looked him in the eye. "Suppose the little girl doesn't want to go with you?"
Pedro laughed quietly, his white teeth glistening in the light of the dying fire. "But the conchita and I have already made our arrangements, Eva darling. It was she who asked me. See you later and have fun." He disappeared into the shadows, his laugh trailing after.
Eva shrugged and went to her room. The kid would be coming back from the beach soon and she wanted to make everything something special. She took down a couple of water tumblers and placed them on the table next to her medical bag. The glasses, like the table and the quonset huts, had been gifts of the previous military establishment tenants. She poured herself a stiff drink and sat down, sipping it slowly as she waited for Kevin to come to her.
I'm going to fuck myself silly before we're rescued, she thought. She sipped her drink and let her hand drop between her legs. She realized then that she was hot and sticky from the day's activities and suddenly rose from the chair and stripped out of her clothes, slipping into the robe that had been among some of the items washed ashore after the wreck. She would bathe for Kevin and taking the lantern, left the room and walked down to the fresh water pool.
She propped the lantern against a rock, dropped her robe and stepped into the small beam of light that shone on the water. It was cool and refreshing, despite the lack of soap, but she felt cleaner. She swam a little way out into the water, rolling onto her back to see the brilliant stars overhead and the feeble light of the lantern on the shore. Actually she hadn't swum very far, but the effect was like being miles from the little lantern. She dove under and opened her eyes, catching the glow of the lamp even through the water, flickering wildly from the wave movements of her dive. She swam underwater towards it, feeling her hair stream out behind her and liking the sensuous feeling.
Eva had never been much for swimming alone or in the dark, but this night she felt entranced with the sensation and idly wondered why she had not done it more often during the last two weeks. When her head broke the surface, very near the shore and the lantern, she heard giggling. It was just an instant but she heard it and knew that one or more kids were at the pool. She almost wanted to stay in the water and wait until they left, but that would have been foolish. She rose and acted as if she had not heard the voices and sat down on the cool mossy rock next to the lantern. Let 'em see me, she thought. They'll all be seeing me one way or another. She listened as the warm air dried her flesh and tried to hear something in the brush, but the giggling had gone away and after a few minutes she felt that she was all alone again. Slowly she got up and put on her robe; picking up the lantern, she returned to her room. The water had refreshed her and she felt more than ready for Kevin. She waited.
He knocked at her door just as she was pouring another drink for herself. "Come in." They exchanged some pleasantries, but Eva could see that he was a little ill at ease looking at her in her robe. "Would you like a little brandy? It might be good for you. Come on," she added smiling, "I know you've had a few drinks before, a young man like you."
He nodded and accepted the tumbler that Eva pushed towards him. "My head feels fine," he said, wincing at the first sip of the brandy.
She felt that there was something else that he wanted to say, but she knew that it would have to be her move to make him come to her. She let her robe slip just a bit to reveal a few more inches of smooth-fleshed thigh. Her eyes never left his face, and his sudden reaction to the sight of her bare flesh made them flicker downward and then up quickly only to pause at the opening of her bosom. Still Eva felt that she only had to wait a few more minutes. Let the brandy do some of the work, she thought.
Kevin gulped the remainder of his drink and looked around the room, his eyes pausing longingly at the slightly unmade bed at the other side of the room. He wanted to say something to this woman, something that would make her accept him as more of a man than his years indicated, but there was nothing that came to mind.
"I think I got the bandage wet," he finally blurted out. "That's what made me come out of the water, I guess there are probably sharks around here."
An opening, Eva thought. Nervous. He wants what I show him. A moment of tease longer. Hurry.
"I'll look at it," she said and rose, carrying the lantern with her. What an unnecessary gesture, she realized. He could have turned around on the chair. Forget it. She put the lantern down beside him and very professionally examined the wet bandage, lifting it off to see that the wound was clean. Deftly she fixed another plaster and covered the cut in his head, but her fingers lingered over the bandage and she leaned forward, swaying her big boobs out to brush against his bare shoulders.
Suddenly he turned to her and his face came hot and eager against her breast. Now, she thought, and pulled his head close to her throbbing body, letting him feel and smell her body's musky woman odor. She sighed as his fingers tentatively reached for the edges of the robe and eased them apart; slowly, slidingly, maddeningly, he scraped the thin fabric back to expose one heavy and perfectly formed breast. Eva sighed again and pushed herself against his burning face.
"Quick. Get out of those wet shorts," she said huskily and then stepped back from the boy on the chair and dropped her robe. "Is this what you want? I want you to have me, Kevin. Now turn off the lantern and come with me."
He almost knocked the light over turning it out and as Eva settled herself down on the bed, she could hear him rustling out of his shorts and stumbling across the bare floor. A fraction of time was all it took, but it seemed suspended as Eva waited for him. Suddenly he was there; his hot body, tightly muscled and damp with the nervous sweat of anticipation, was pressing up against hers. His mouth found hers and she eagerly opened her lips to accept his lass, a gentle brush of mouths, and then her arm snaked behind his head and pulled him down closer to her, jaws parting and tongues quickly entwining in wet searing contact.
Her hand slid down his back, over his rock-hard buttocks, and then slipped between their straining bodies and fastened on his rigid cock. She squeezed the swollen penis and began stroking it, slowly and tantalizingly until she could hear him groan with pleasure. He pulled away from her mouth and ran his face down to her bosom, sucking first one nipple into the heat of his mouth until it was stiff with desire and the other. She, too, moaned her pleasure in what he was doing and stroked his cock faster.
"Go down on me, Kevin," she whispered. "That's what a man does, Kevin. Lick my pussy." Another moan of desire escaped her lips and she began to pump his cock as fast as she could until she felt his athletic body slide down her damp flesh, leaving a new trail of moisture and heat. She let go of his cock finally and spread her legs wide, bringing her feet up in the air and rolling her round hips up to meet the boy's mouth.
He had never done anything like this before, but he had heard about it and the fever that raced through his body then made him forget all that he had ever been taught about things like this being bad. He felt the warm damp of her thighs slowly close around his neck, rest then gently on his shoulders, and the excitement drove him mad with desire. He lowered his face to the humid pouch of the woman's box and stuck his tongue into the damp folds of her pussy, tasting the tartness of her juices and finding it to his liking. Later he would deny that aspect of what he was doing, but in the heat of his own lust her cunt was the greatest delicacy he had ever tasted.
Her hands went behind his head and steered his tongue and mouth to the pulsating nub of pleasure between her legs. She enclosed his head in the cushion of her soft thighs and slowly rotated her hips, grinding the hole of pleasure closer to his young mouth. She rose quickly up the standard scale of pleasure, moaning and breathing heavily as she sought for the bursting release of the orgasm that was just on the edge of her flight. Her blood boiled and her emotions crested and then she was descending down the elevator shaft, sucking in her breath and humping her ass up and down on the covers of the bed, slamming her pussy against his mouth and tongue until she felt the final spasm that tightened her stomach muscles and made her legs stiffen out on either side of the boy. She cried over and over again how wonderfully he had eaten her cunt and felt a liar at the same time, for her mind was thrilling more to the idea of making the clean-cut, all-American boy eat her, eat her and like it. She gloried in the power she knew she held over him and when he pulled himself up over her body, she gladly spread her legs wide again and accepted his over stimulated cock into the eager wet lips of her cunt. She would give him a ride. Oh! yes such a ride!
Her hands slipped down and guided his cock true to the target and while his face pressed down on her breast she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, her hips high off the bed and rolling madly to the time of his boyish thrusts. The song of lust was sweet but much too short. Eva had forgotten how over-stimulated the lad had become and when he shot his load of hot sperm into her seething cavity and collapsed in exhaustion over her body, she continued to hold him in the vise of her sweaty thighs, milking his cock with her abdominal twitchings until she felt the worm of love slip out of her unsatisfied box. Yet this too was a mastery of him, and she knew that it would not take long for the boy-man to come back hard and strong and tear once more into her velvet slimy purse.
She let his cock fall limply away from her and relaxed her legs to allow him to roll off her body. It was a tender moment for him: he was quiet and appreciative and thankful for the gift of her body that she had given him, while she was smiling, gloating to herself, and waiting to let him restore his vigor.
"Oh, that was good, so good," she whispered to him as he pressed his face into the nape of her neck. "But let me up. I'll get us some brandy, dear."
Eva took a long swallow of the brandy and then placed the glass on the floor at the foot of the bed. A shaft of moonlight broke through the window, illuminating the room dimly but enough for her to see that he was nearly asleep, eyes closed and breath regular. Not for long, she thought, and bent over his body, taking the limp, sticky cock between her fingers and rolling back the foreskin. She manipulated it for a moment and then lowered her head, opening her mouth slightly, lips still moist with brandy. Her tongue licked out and coiled over the sleeping penis. He hardly stirred. Eva moved an inch lower, pressing her lips over the head, closing them tightly around the limp flesh to form a hot ring and then sucked the meat inside, letting the glans grate across her teeth. Kevin twitched, made a soft moan and woke from the light sleep.
"Oh. Oh." He felt his cock buried in the warmth of her face, but for a few seconds he didn't realize what the terribly beautiful sensations were, and then he saw her head at his crotch.
His cock was not hard, but she felt the swelling as she worked her tongue and teeth over the sensitive nerves, teasing, sucking, licking, trying to swallow his stick of flesh. She dropped her head over the still limp cock until its entire flaccid length was coiled inside her head and her lips and nose were pressed against the wiry brush of his pubic hair. But that was only for an instant that she had her mouth full of him. His young, thick cock then began to swell rapidly, stiffening out and lengthening until her mouth was forced to make room for it by raising up. It was hard and just right for her, but she continued to suck and bob her head up and down over the swollen member, tasting his salty flesh mixed with the dried-juice smell of her own cunt.
His breath gasped painfully, pleasurably as Eva's mouth worked his cock into a new frenzy. He heaved his hips upwards to meet her mouth, tried to ram his cock deep into her mouth, but she was wise and held him back, held him from an orgasm that his mind knew was about to explode through him. And then she changed her position. Her mouth was down at his scrotum, her wet-lipped mouth sucking in his testicles, sending him into new spasms of frenzy.
Just as he thought that he could stand it no longer, she stopped and crawled up over his hot, damp body, and rolling her firm round buttocks tauntingly, lowered her love-lubricated orifice over his pounding cock. She sank down, crushing his thighs with the firm flesh of her own and then began a quick rolling of her hips. There was no perceptible movement from the outside, but her insides squeezed his cock, milked it. He needed no encouragement to put his hands over her large, inviting breasts nor to crust them in his hands, pinching the nipples more erect than they had been when he sucked them. She moaned with the new pleasure, so unexpected and unprompted, but so desired. She arched her body forward, swinging her breasts down towards his mouth, and he knew what to do with the fiery globes of flesh. He mouthed each for a moment, hardly giving one enough before he moved to the other.
Eva loved the dominant position, not only the psychological mastery that it gave her, but the pure animal pleasure of being able to control the contact of his cock in and around her cunt, the ability to steer it with her body until it reached all the secret places of her sensitive core and made them throb with expectant release. She would roll her hips and crush down on him and then raise her body until just the thrusting head of his cock was nudging at the door of her cunt, and then she would plunge down on his manly piston-rod until it felt as though it would stab through her mouth.
It was with a supreme thought of control that she reached her peak and pumped herself down rapidly over his penis, ramming herself down on it, until she felt her will and her body tense and then grow limp with passion-filled fatigue.
Kevin's own passion rose quickly with her hurried movements and he, too, reached his peak and shot himself into her, holding his hard-on as long as he could before resting and drawing in deep gasps of air. Eva's weight pressed down on him, but he didn't care. His fatigue was too great to care and he was glad that he was strong enough to hold her, to let her rest out her final spasms of lust on top of his body, and he never once felt that he was trapped beneath the weight of her passionate flesh. It was something that would come later.
She had no idea of what time it was when Kevin finally left her and returned to his own room. She didn't care and she wasn't tired. After he had gone, she lit the lantern again and poured another drink, sipped it thoughtfully and wondered idly where her next keen sense of fulfillment would come from. He had been very good, but in the stillness of the tropic night, the real warmth of the air getting to her, she felt again a desire for the soft flesh of a young girl. An idle thought. She laughed and told herself that she would have it in reality before long.