Chapter 5
Ann Zimmer waited until everything was quiet in the area before she ventured out and moved softly through the sand to Eva's quarters. The moon was very bright and it reminded Ann of the times that she had sneaked down to her former nurse's house in past summers, knowing that the woman was waiting for her, waiting to give her the kind of thrills that even in the lonely fear of the damned island Ann remembered. It seemed such a long time ago the previous summer, but the thrills remained in her mind and she could already feel herself getting excited by the thought that Miss Gorst was the same way, a lesbian who liked to lick a young cunt, hopefully her cunt, she thought as she walked more quickly towards the nurse's hut.
The lantern in Eva's hut was lit, and Ann could see the woman's silhouette against the blinds, a huge shadow of her head as she sat at the table. Ann hurried and then slowed and finally stopped, a moment of panic and reluctance. It crossed her mind that perhaps Miss Gorst was not like her old nurse. What then? She was almost ready to return and forget the whole thing, but there was that old burning between her legs, that expectant feeling of gratification that she had known so often before and would have continued to know if they had not been caught going at it with each other. Ann felt a flush of shame as she remembered her father walking in that night as she and 'the nurse were tangled up in each other's cunts, doing sixty-nine, an expression that Ann loved even though they had only done it twice before. Again she felt a moment of chagrin, but the desire was too powerful. She had to find out about Miss Gorst.
Ann knocked softly at the screen door, opening it when she heard Eva tell her to come in. The lantern seemed much dimmer than it had from the outside, and Miss Gorst seemed more relaxed, sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea.
Eva offered the girl tea and poured. "Now then, Ann, what can I do for you?"
For a moment, Ann wanted to laugh and tell the woman that she wanted to be eaten, but she saw that Eva was quietly serious and knew that she had to take another way to approach her.
"I don't know, Miss Gorst," she said softly, letting the tears form in her eyes. "This island. I don't know," she said, finally genuinely feeling the real panic that her passion only covered superficially. She let the tears roll down her cheeks. "I'm scared we won't ever be going home again." More tears.
To herself Eva was smiling, reading the girl's tear-ploy with cool indifference. Under other circumstances, Eva would have taken the girl to her bosom, comforted her with reassuring words. She would have done that that afternoon, had the girl not been so obvious about it. Still the girl did seem scared and perhaps it was real, after all. But Eva waited for the real tears to follow and then she would make her move. She sipped her tea and waited for Ann to turn it on full force.
Ann slopped tea onto the table and blubbered more about being afraid that they would never be going home, but Eva gave her the quiet words that she had been repeating for the past couple of weeks, that everything was going to be all right as long as everyone kept his head and simply enjoyed themselves. But Eva did not make a move to physically hold the girl. She knew that would come later, quite a bit later, Eva thought as she realized how transparently the girl was trying to lure her into a relationship. Again Eva felt that irritation of the afternoon creep into her mind. Well, she thought, Miss Zimmer would have to really put out if she wants to get that kind of loving.
Eva poured more tea and waited, talking softly to the girl all the time and idly wondering where Pedro was. This was the type of little snit that Eva would have enjoyed watching Pedro rape, would have loved to watch as the burly first-mate's thick cock stretched Ann's vaginal walls until they would seem like they were splitting. The thought carried itself down to Eva's loins, a searing suggestion that she had been left quite unsatisfied that afternoon; despite the thrill of sucking off Bob or any cock she still felt a need for relief, more so as she thought about it.
Ann had stopped crying for a few minutes and Eva felt that perhaps her indifference had gone too far. It was a panic thought for she knew that she wanted to have the young girl's body close to hers, taste the virginal lips, caress the big tits and make the girl so excited that her own pussy would be satisfied before Ann's. Quietly she put down her teacup and stood up, her robe sliding suggestively open at the top as she leaned over the girl and patted her on the head.
Ann needed no further encouragement. She wrapped her arms around the soft contours of Eva's hips, squeezing her hands into the woman's firm, well-rounded buttocks. She pressed her face against Eva's abdomen and let the tears flow, her shoulders shaking with the sobs that suddenly became more real than she had intended.
Eva held the girl close, soothing her with quiet words and running her hands down the girl's shoulders to test and tease the youthful flesh. She wanted to plunge her hand down the girl's blouse, seek out the firm globes of her young breasts and squeeze them into soft mounds of quivering desire. But she withheld her hand and let the girl make the first tentative moves, let the girl's fingers squeeze the flesh of her ass, and waited as Ann grew bolder.
The girl's sobbing stopped except for a few intermittent shakes, but Eva could feel the hot breath of the youngster against her flesh through the thin robe. Ann was becoming warmer and warmer to her touch and the closeness of Eva's cunt must have given the girl new encouragement. Suddenly Ann moved her hand down Eva's thigh, sliding it slowly down the thin fabric until it reached the hem and then her hand shot up and rested on Eva's pubic mound.
"Oh, Miss Gorst," she cried softly. "Please let me love you. Let me lick you. I want to lick you." The words came from a strained throat, a desperate croak that Eva almost didn't understand and probably would not have understood had the girl's hand not been where it was. The time was ripe and Eva used it. Her hand moved around from the girl's shoulder and slid down between the fabric of the girl's blouse and cupped the unbrassiered breast, felt the full maturity of its size and felt the passion-erect nipple burn into the palm.
Eva felt herself go liquidy as the probing young fingers curled through her pubic hair and spread the lips of her cunt and softly, teasingly entered the hot core. She held the girl's head close to her body and massaged her breast for a few minutes before moving away.
"Slip out of your clothing, Ann," she said quietly. "We'll have more room on the bed. Quickly." The girl got up from the chair and Eva reached over and turned off the lantern, leaving the room pitch black for a moment before their eyes became used to the dark and they could see from the light of the moon outside.
Eva had wished that she could have seen the girl undress, but it was still too dark. She saw the dim figure however and admired the warm shadow as it stripped out of shorts and blouse, hips flaring suggestively and breasts full and high riding to the points of the erect nipples. The girl moved towards her and Eva dropped her robe around her feet and then stretched out on the bed.
Ann, she could tell, was no stranger to loving another female. The girl's hands were suddenly all over the older woman's body, kneading the full breasts and then suddenly spreading down the smooth flesh of her torso and resting between her legs, Eva opened her thighs and the girl helped, lowering her hands until they were underneath Eva's buttocks. Young fingers pried apart the moist lips of her cunt, Eva held her breath and then sighed with passion as she felt the warm mouth close over the pink inner labia and then the hot stab of the young, but experienced, tongue as it whipped frantically against her clitoris. She spread her legs wide and brought them back to her bosom, held them in that position until Ann's mouth was firmly attached to her cunt and then closed her thighs softly around the eager girl's head.
All the pent-up frustrations of the day seethed between her legs as Eva felt the insistent tongue and lips of the fifteen-year-old working her cunt to peak upon peak. She clutched the cover of the bed, tried to hold her breath but the moans of delight and fulfillment escaped into the dark empty silence of the tropical night. Eva squeezed her thighs around the girl's head, opened them and squeezed again as each new spasm of pleasure ripped through her body. Her hips strained forward, buttocks tightening and relaxing with each lash of the girl's tongue. She was coming and coming with more wild pleasure than she had felt in a long time. Not Pedro. Not Carl. Not Kevin. Not Ellen had given her this much sheer Joy in her cunt and when the final surge of emotion burst through her ravished nerves she almost cried with the ecstatic relief it gave her. Her legs dropped to either side of the girl, but the girl's mouth continued sucking at the screaming nerves of her crotch, licking the raw, pleasure-filled clit until Eva's hands had to push the hungry face away from her cunt.
She wanted to lie there and bathe in the afterglow of the excitement, but she forced herself instead to pull the girl up next to her and scoot down to the foot of the bed. Ann must have had some slight orgasm herself, Eva thought, as she spread the youthful pubes and buried her face into the wet crotch. The girl leaped her hips in the air as her mouth closed over the clit, her tongue whipping the young cunt unmercifully, her hands holding the cunt lips wide. Eva buried her tongue into the girl's tight little hole, sucked out the hot juice and plunged the tongue back and forth, in and out of the seething core.
Eva lost her head then, wanting to make the girl come and come, to make her scream with the agony of the lashing tongue. She probed deeper into the youthful vagina, licked her tongue up and around the sides of the girl's inner lips and then plunged her hot, wet tongue into the small ring of her anus.
Ann cried out with the new assault, frightened and filled with more pleasure than she had ever experienced. She rolled her hips, trying to remove her ass from the wet probe that so intimately teased her, but Eva held her in position, sucking and probing the tight ring until the girl's hands flew down and grasped her by the hair, pulling her away from the strangely sensitive hole. Eva eased back slightly and then pushed her mouth back into Ann's cunt, licking the slippery folds of the girl's pleasure center until she could feel the warm thighs close about her ears, shutting off the stillness of the warm night.
Eva unwrapped herself from Ann's thighs and slid up the girl's sweaty body, feeling triumphant at the way Ann was breathing heavily, deeply with the exhaustion of a tongue lashing. When her head was beside the girl's, Eva pulled the youthful mouth to her own and deep kissed it, sinking her tongue into the sweet warm of that adolescent hollow as deeply as she sank her tongue into the girl's cunt. It was a very satisfying kiss.
She closed her eyes and let herself go with the kiss, crushing her knee into the damp crotch of Ann's legs. It was a moment of bliss as she worked her mouth over the young girl's, sometimes plunging her tongue in and sometimes sucking out the girl's tongue to hold passionately between her teeth. She wanted to remain like that for the rest of the night, but she suddenly heard a noise. Her eyes opened in time to see the glow of the lantern at the door and she wasn't able to react quickly enough to prevent the door from opening and the light spilling into the room.
Pedro grinned at both of them, his teeth shining devilishly in the reflected glow of the lantern. He stood looking at them for a minute and then turned to the table, picking up the brandy bottle and sipping its contents.
Eva and Ann froze on the bed, the obviousness of their condition spilling over into small spasms of shame. Ann hid her face behind Eva's back while the older woman reached for her robe, feeling not the least bit disappointed that the man had arrived when he had. He could have come sooner, Eva thought, but he didn't. She felt that Ellen must have given him a good time, otherwise he would have been there earlier.
She knew what he was after as soon as he had surprised them. He had come for her, but finding Ann there must be a new thrill, and it might prove to be a thrill for her, too, she added.
"You're supposed to knock," she said, slipping into the robe and still shielding Ann behind her back, "It's the accepted thing."
Pedro laughed and walked over to the bed. He had nothing to say, but his hand was busy with his belt. As Eva protested, he let his shorts drop to the floor.
"We have another one, huh? Very nice of you, Mees Gorst," he said, smiling at the woman and still holding the bottle of brandy. "Don't be frightened, little one. I'm just going to make everything between your legs feel very, very good."
"Miss Gorst," Ann cried, "don't let him do anything to me. Please."
Eva protested mildly, getting up and leaving Ann exposed and helplessly curled up at the head of the bed. "There's nothing I can do," she said quietly. "Just take it easy with her, Pedro," she said turning to the first-mate.
"Of course, Eva darling," he said, putting the bottle down and stepping closer to Ann. "Now, little one, I want you to roll over onto your stomach and tuck your knees up under your chest."
Ann cringed in the corner of the bed, pulling the cover up to hide her heavy breasts and part of the triangle between her legs. "No. Go away. Leave me alone. I've never been with a man. I can't. I can't," She started to cry then.
"Roll over, bitch," Pedro said as he grabbed her by the hair. "Roll over and shut up or I'll slit your throat." He pulled the hair tighter into his fist and began pushing the young girl over onto her belly when she suddenly whipped out a hand and scratched him across the chest. It caught him by surprise, but when she made another swipe at him, he backhanded her across the face and shoved her over onto her stomach. "Don't ever do that again, little bitch. Now get your goddamn legs up under you and stick your ass high in the air."
Pedro's voice scared her so much that she blindly obeyed, looking once at Eva and crying more as she realized that the nurse was not going to help her. He still held her by the hair and when she was slow in pulling her legs up he yanked painfully at it.
She renewed her sobbing into the pillow as she felt the man's weight climb onto the bed behind her. Pedro's big hands were then over the ripe contours of her haunches, pulling them higher and then spreading the thighs. His fingers went between her legs, sought the hot, wet core of her pussy and pried the lips apart. Ann cried out another plea, but it was weakened by her knowledge of its futility and by the sudden growing excitement as she realized that she was about to be raped. She felt a strange blend of fear and thrill roll through her body and she would have peed there had her muscles not been so taut with panic. Pedro's fingers probed into her cunt expertly and then it came.
Ann yelled loud as Pedro's huge cock rammed through the wet folds of her labia and plunged into her cunt with a single, painful shove. She had long ago lost her hymen in some sporting event, but the pain was as genuine as if he had burst through it. The thickness of his cock, hard and fiery, stretched her vaginal walls until Ann thought she was going to faint. Still in the agony of the first thrust, she felt his scratchy pubic hair against her soft, round ass. Then he withdrew and rammed himself in again. There was no stopping him then. He had opened up her pleasure hole and held the soft, plump flesh of her hips tightly in his hands, molding her haunches back to meet his pounding cock.
Her cries changed slowly from the tearful pleas to deep grunts of pain and changed again as the initial agony of penetration passed and the thick cock began to give her excitements that she had never felt before. He was brutal after only the first thrusts and then he, too, felt that she was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her. He slowed his movements to savor the ecstatic glow in his loins. Ann responded gradually, rolling her hips around to suck into her belly more and more of the massive staff of meat.
The pain thoughts disappeared as the sensitive nerves between her legs began to hum with the pleasure his cock was thrusting in and out of her. She moaned again but with appreciation and then louder as she felt herself rising to the threshold of orgasm. Her eyes blurred in frenzy as she shuddered through her first orgasm, but Pedro continued his steady fucking, shoving his lengthy cock up and into her burning core, impaling her with more delightful-sensations than she thought possible. She tried to break from his grip when she had come, but he held her like a fly on a pin and when her emotions rose again, much more quickly this time, she was glad to be held like a prisoner.
Across the room, Eva's eyes blazed with increasing desire as she watched the girl getting it from behind, followed Pedro's violence at first and then his more deliberate thrusts as he brought the girl to one orgasm after another. And she thought, too, that her body responded most deliciously when he had been brutal with the girl. When he had first penetrated her virginal hole, Eva had wanted to applaud. It was a reflection of some sadistic streak in her that overrode sexual pleasure, but when the girl had ceased crying and was obviously enjoying the screwing she was getting, Eva, too, felt her passion grow, sear at her insides and then burst with a small crush of pleasure between her busy fingers.
She watched as Pedro once more picked up the tempo, watched hungrily as she realized that he was reaching his own climax. He drew back and almost out of the girl's wet orifice and then lunged heavily against her plump bottom, crushing his weight down on her and grabbing her tits and kneading them, as the spasm slowly ebbed. Eva felt almost as much release as he seemed to.
Ann milked the thick cock until it grew limp and fell out of the slippery wet hole. She felt a cool rush of air when it did and felt, too, that she had been stretched so wide that she would never be the same again. Pedro seemed to rest his weight on her for a long time, but she didn't care. The weight felt so good. Everything felt good and she was at the height of all the good feeling, still soaring at the end of Pedro's cock.
"Hey, you liked that, didn't you, little one?" he whispered to Ann. "You really like my cock buried in your cunt, huh? Well, you're going to get more."
"Yes, yes," Ann whispered, not caring that Eva was just across the room. "I want more. Please. Fuck me again, Pedro, please."
He rolled off of her and stood up, his cock hanging limply between his hairy legs. "A little later," he said, smacking her ass with his big hand. She moaned and then got up, too.
"Poor Miss Gorst," Ann said, walking over to the woman. "I bet you need some of that, don't you?" Then she sank to her knees and opened Eva's robe, spreading the woman's thighs and burying her face in her cunt.