Chapter 7
It was more than a week after they had buried Phillip that Eva began to feel half-way normal. After the discovery of his body in the surf the following morning, she felt that she had been the blame for his suicide, for it must have been suicide. There could be no other explanation for his drowning. For the first several days she cursed herself for having come on so strong with the boy, for having literally forced him into becoming involved with her. She said that it was rape, but she said it only to herself.
All the others thought that it was an accident and while they moped around for a couple of days, the reality of death in their midst faded like the pictures drawn in the sand, swept away in the wind and surf, half remembered and almost happily forgotten. Phillip had never been one of the more memorable members at best and the group grew closer together after his burial. But Eva brooded on her part in his death for a few more days after that, and somehow she felt that she would never be able to forget the events of the night before, those events of which she had part. Forget she must, she told herself, and by the end of a week she had put the kid's death into more proper perspective, an accident, herself only partially to blame. That was where it should stay, but the memory of the boy came back to haunt her at night, in nightmares of what she knew she was becoming.
She found some solace in keeping to herself during the day, playing the role of severe mother-image and taking Ann or Ellen or Carl to bed with her at night. It was different suddenly with all of them. She no longer played the role of seducer, but made demands on them, not the least subtly hidden by threats. When she had tired of one of the kids, she had Pedro, who satisfied her as a woman, dominated her, could have controlled her had she allowed it, but she refused that pleasure to herself.
There was a tension around the island that she could not put her finger on. It started when she noticed that Kevin avoided her deliberately. She wasn't sure at first, but when she tried to walk directly towards him he always seemed to not hear her call and was suddenly running towards the surf or off into the jungle. Bob, too, she noticed, avoided her, but not quite so intentionally. The big, dumb blond boy just seemed to want to stay away from her and when she came upon him on the beach or in the meal line he hardly said more than a few words to her. There was no more mention of his wanting to come to her hut and do the thing they had done once.
Eva began to feel that she was losing control over the whole camp. The feeling didn't come to her all at once, but crept up and wound itself into her being. She hardly noticed it during the time she was mourning the death of Phillip, but she became aware of it as she came out of the lassitude that followed the tragedy. She simply awoke one morning and realized that life was going on around her and it was doing very well without her.
On the several occasions that she had tried to talk to Kevin and failed, she had shrugged her shoulders and felt that further effort was not worth the trouble, but when she finally realized that she might be losing control, she told herself that she would force the boy into communication with her.
Steeling herself against a possible rebuff, Eva collared Kevin after lunch. He had been late and when he walked over to sit beneath a tree to eat she had followed him and sat beside him. He nodded a greeting, but he said nothing to really acknowledge that she was there. His behavior made Eva want to laugh, but she treated it as a serious thing. She knew that she needed him.
There was hardly any conversation and when the boy was pressed for details about his avoidance of her, she was told that he felt that what he had done with her was wrong and he didn't want to continue. But Eva insisted and when he had finished his meal, she exacted a promise that he would come to her hut.
Even as she walked back to her place, Eva felt that the boy was reluctant to come, but she suddenly felt strong enough and reassured herself that he would come. And when he did come, she would make his visit most memorable.
It was true that he didn't want to go to Miss Gorst. He had heard Bob talk about how she had sucked him off and about how she had been with Phillip the night before he drowned. There might not have been any connection, he felt, but he couldn't deny that the kid was kind of queer and it was possible that Eva had pushed him too far. Still he felt that he had to go. In some strange way Eva Gorst represented all that was authority and stability on the island, the only real hope that they had for being rescued and staying alive before they were rescued.
Kevin knew that she wanted to fuck him even before he went into her hut. He knew it even as she had been talking to him at lunch. He knew that her serious-severe words were just covers for her real meaning. It was not that he didn't want to fuck her. His blood pounded as virally as anyone else's, but he knew that when he had been with Miss Gorst before there was something evil about doing it with her. Still he went to her hut and he went with a sense of anticipation of what she was going to do. He had no doubt that she was going to seduce him.
Eva had slipped into her thin robe as soon as she had returned to her hut. It wouldn't be a long wait, she told herself. The boy was curious and probably just a bit horny, too. She knew that he was afraid of her in some strange way, afraid because he knew what she was doing to him and to the rest. But she knew that she had the power of sex over him and with that control she could control him and the others.
She felt a smugness when she heard his knock, felt the reassurance of her power at the willfulness of her actions. Without pretense or sham. That was the way it would be. Quickly she went to the bed and sat on the edge before telling the caller to enter.
"Close the door," she said. "You know why I wanted you to come. I'm glad you came. Come here and sit beside me."
It seemed to be happening in a dream for him. He wanted to run away from her, but his eyes sent the message of her lush body down to his genitals and the arousal that he didn't want to happen happened. He was the sleepwalker closing the door and the dreamer as he walked over to the bed and sat beside her. His arms seemed to belong to someone else as they encircled her and his lips were other lips as they touched lightly against hers and then fiercely as the well of his passion erupted. He slipped down to his knees and opened her robe, spread her legs wide and then buried his face in the tart sweet purse of her cunt.
Eva smiled and raised her feet up to the edge of the bed, exposing her cunt wide and open and making it the delicious target of the boy's tongue and lips. It was an awkward position, but it was more than repaid as his mouth discovered all the secret points of pleasure, as he licked the hot juice from her passion-swollen pubes and fastened his mouth over her clitoris, sucking the nipple of fire into his feverish orifice. Somehow she managed to drop the sleeves of her robe and let her bare body, lush breasts upraised in delirious thrill, catch the almost imperceptible movements of the tropical air. She spread her legs wide with her feet on the bed, but Kevin's hands opened her wider yet to allow himself to bathe at her furnace of love.
When she could stand the punishing tongue no-longer, she clamped her thighs about the boy's head, held him for the eternity of her orgasm and then helped him swing his body over hers and onto the bed. He still had his shorts on, but Eva quickly slipped them down his hard-muscled torso and legs, She wanted to sink her face down to his swollen cock, take it sweetly and lovingly into her mouth and suck him dry, but she still felt the need for that stem of flesh to be buried in her cunt. She rolled over onto her back and opened her pillars wide. He needed no further encouragement, but he hesitated for a moment, feeling just the slightest sense of remorse over what he was doing. But he moved between her legs, spread them wider than she had and plunged his hot cock into the wet folds of her body, her temple of love and the sheath of comfort for his sword of passion.
Eva was not content to be merely fucked by the boy. She arched her hips up and wrapped her legs over the boy's shoulders and ground her pelvis against him. Her hands clasped his buttocks, fingers working nervously towards his anus and then opening the tight ring. She inserted a finger in his ass up to the first joint and all the while the other fingers played a tune around the sensitive rim.
Gradually he worked her legs downward so that her plump warm thighs held his waist and the calves of her legs beat a tattoo against his ass. His mouth covered hers for a long time and then sucked up the dew of perspiration at her neck and traced a path of fire down her chest. He sucked a firm nipple of her big tits into his mouth, teeth grazing across it sharply.
She slammed her body against his, felt her passion soar up to the heights and come screaming down in liquidy howls as the orgasm throbbed through her vibrating cunt. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder and tossed her ass madly up and down, crushing him, squeezing him, holding his cock deep in the inferno of her greasy lower lips. Just as she thought that she could take no more, Kevin gave a violent thrust and collapsed on top of her, spurting his hot juice into the palpitating rose of her body.
They lay side by side for a long time, listening to the silence of the hot afternoon and not caring that the sun blazed fiercely outside. The hut was hot. Their bodies were soaked with love's effort, but Eva didn't care. While the warm air shifted gently about the room, she knew that they would cool off for a bit and she knew that he would be ready soon. She would see to that.
Her hand stole down between his legs and cradled the limp tool of his boy-manhood, large even in its flaccid condition. She ran her finger under his scrotum, scratching the skin with her nail and trying to induce some further passion into his cock. He moaned and tried halfheartedly to push her hand away, but she only moved it a few inches, back up to the base of his stem, other fingers circling the bag of balls. It remained limp, worthless to her, and her manipulations didn't seem to be getting the reaction that she desired.
She scooted down the length of his body, laying a trail of dampness over his already damp flesh with her mouth. She scraped her teeth over his nipples and licked the salty pool of wetness from his navel. She moved farther down the bed and took his limp cock into her mouth, swallowing hard at first and then closing her lips around the soft flesh. Her tongue danced over the head of his penis and she tasted her own juices on his and loved the flavor sensation and felt the warm desire flow back between her legs. The taste was depraved and she loved it and loved herself for doing it. And all the while her mouth whistled his skin flute, her tongue tripping wantonly over the screaming nerve endings in his glans until the limp noodle was flushed with new tides of heat and the swelling member filled her mouth. She sucked it furiously, her face collapsing with the suction.
Kevin groaned his pleasure at her work, found some flashes of regret over what he was doing, but sent them hurriedly away as her mouth fucked him. He was hard and there was such a sweet painful bliss in his crotch as she sucked him that he thought that he was going to come at any moment, but the orgasm eluded him, kept off like a shadow of some strange dream. But his cock remained hard and burning with the desire. It burned white hot and then whiter hot as her teeth slashed over the purple knob of pleasure, softer white hot when her head rose all the way up and just her lips sucked the tiny slit at its top.
Eva wanted to finish him in her mouth, but there was the fire in her crotch and she knew that she had to fuck him again.
His body glistened with sweat as she slid her big tits over and up his body, spreading her plump thighs wide to capture his throbbing cock in her wet love trap. She impaled herself on him, slowly grinding herself down until there was no more of him left to take, but it was enough to bring her off several times before the boy unloaded his sperm deep into her cunt.
When it was through, and Eva knew that it was all over because she didn't feel like it any more, she told him to leave. He was surprised by her tone of voice, from the passionate woman that had fucked and sucked him back to the stern Miss Gorst. It seemed incongruous to him as she spoke coolly while lying on her back naked, her legs love wet and spread wide. But he was tired, too, and wanted to swim or loaf in the cooler environment of the water. He closed the door behind him and never bothered to say goodbye to Miss Gorst. He very much preferred Eva to Miss Gorst.
Eva would lay there on the bed for a long time after supper while Kevin went swimming, and she would never know that she had won a friend. His attitude changed subtly after he had his session with the woman, but the fears that he had experienced before were still there. It was simply that he wondered whether what Eva had done was really so bad. Thinking of her passion he was unable to condemn her, for he would have had to condemn himself as he had been just as much a party to the affair as she had been instigator. Yet hadn't he always harbored the idea of fucking her? He couldn't deny it.
He justified himself for fucking her. She was old enough to know better and he was old enough to want to have a woman. Their bodies made argument pointless. It had been done. It had been done twice. He was still a bit confused about his role, feeling some guilt and knowing his own participation at the same time.
Kevin swam out from the surf only a few yards before rolling over onto his back and floating. The water refreshed him, but he was still too fatigued to really make his promised effort to swim all the way to the reef. There was no doubt that he could make it. He had gone farther than that many times, but there was no need to prove anything then.
He had rolled over and dove under the water before coming out of the lagoon. His eyes were still salt-misty and burned pleasantly as he blinked himself back into focus. He was already up onto the sand when he first noticed that Mary was standing close. He plopped down on the sand and looked up at her. She smiled and came to him.
"Hi. What's happening?" It was inane and he knew it as soon as he had said it, but she was kind and didn't give him a smart-alec remark. She sat down on the hot sand next to him.
"Hi."
"What's the matter? See a ghost?"
"No." She sat with her knees tucked up almost to her chin. Her face was turned towards the water, a profile for Kevin to admire and he admired it. She had a firm jaw-line, nice forehead and below her neck he was very pleased to see the full rise of her breasts as they stood out, straining almost, against the thin fabric of her blouse. She was a woman, too, he told himself, just younger, but the same as Eva. But she was still a kid, just as he was still a kid. He wanted to touch her, but he knew that he shouldn't or couldn't. Was there some stigma on him after coming from Eva?
"I don't think we're ever going to be rescued," she said finally, sifting the sand between her fingers. "I really don't think we will be. Do you?"
"Sure. I know that my old man'll be raising heaven and hell to find out where we are. There's probably a search party out right now, covering all the routes we were supposed to take. They'll find us. It's just a matter of time. Don't worry about it." He said the words, but he wasn't too certain himself whether he meant it, but the sound of his own voice telling her it was all right seemed to make him believe it, too.
Mary looked down at him, her hair haloed brightly against the sun. "I don't think we will be rescued, but I don't really worry about that so much as I worry about what's happening to us. I mean Phillip's death? Did he kill himself? I keep wondering about it because when we used to talk together he often mentioned that he would like to die, He was like that, you know. I don't think it was an accident. Something drove him to it."
Kevin looked up at her, shielded his eyes from the glare and shrugged. "It was an accident. Hell, everyone was warned about swimming alone. We don't know what kind of current this lagoon has. It was an accident."
"You don't believe that," Mary said. "I can tell that you don't believe it."
Kevin turned away from her. He thought about what she had said and he knew that he had been kidding himself. The kid had killed himself. He wondered then if Mary knew about Phillip, knew that he was queer, that he had actually been caught at it. But it didn't matter. The kid was dead and there was nothing or anyone to blame. It was just done, ended. He way almost ready to get angry with her, but he knew that would be pointless. If she knew then she knew he had killed himself and if she didn't know all about him then he was not going to tell her.
He didn't want to think about it and he didn't want her thinking about it. Slowly he rolled over onto his belly and without looking up tried to explain that he didn't care any more. He told her that there was only one obligation on everyone's part and that was to keep alive. And to have fun if they could.
Later on they went to the dinner meal together and he found that it was easy to talk to Mary. She listened and that was something that he found very much in her favor. Being shy, he had always forced himself to speak in front of others, but he never liked it, until now. He suddenly found himself talking more than he had ever done before and talking on and on while the girl listened.
When they had finished eating, he was still talking, telling her all the funny things that had happened to him in school, while playing football, swimming or running on the track team. It was self-deprecating conversation, but he knew that she knew he was gently putting himself down to show himself at best advantage.
They went swimming together and stayed on the beach until the sun went down and suddenly they knew that they were the only ones on the island. No one else was around them and for the remaining hours they felt themselves the only survivors of the shipwreck.
Mary listened well to the boy, feeling for him as she had once felt for a swim coach a year ago, the first man who ever got into her panties. Mary knew that she was different from some of the other girls. She knew that they thought of her as the virgin, but they were wrong, and she wouldn't have told any of them if her life had depended upon it. There are no seventeen-year-old virgins, the coach had told her and he proved it to Mary. She had been fucked the day before her seventeenth birthday. It had been the first and only time and she had enjoyed it, but she never missed it when she knew that she would not get it from the coach again. But there on the beach in the stillness of the tropical night, she knew that this was a boy who would do it to her and she wanted him to do it to her. So she listened to his stories, laughed and smiled and oohed and ahhed at the right places and made him feel more manly than she knew he was.
It was only natural to lie closer to him on the sand and watch the brilliance of the constellations overhead and listen to the soft, hypnotizing music of the surf. It was just as natural to turn to him as he turned to her and natural, too, for their lips to meet in a gently discreet kiss that quickly turned to burning passion.
It wasn't the fear of his kiss that made her get up suddenly and run into the water. She was ready for Kevin's body to join hers, but she didn't want to do it on the sand. She wondered if it was possible to do it in the water and knew that she was ready. Her feet were just able to touch to the bottom of the lagoon when Kevin dove into the water beside her, churning up a big splash as he knifed several yards beyond her. She moved closer to the shore and when he turned she went back up on the beach and ran for the jungle, for the soft grass that edged the beach and that's where she stopped and pulled her wet blouse and shorts off. She wanted to be naked for him.
Mary remained very still, hidden in the shadow of the moon as she watched Kevin climb onto the beach and come running for her. She stood quietly and waited until he was upon her and saw her nakedness. There was no need for words, only the need for each other. He shed his shorts and stood before her as naked as she and with his boy-manhood rising in front of him. Mary resisted the temptation to touch it, but felt it stab into her belly when he closed his arms around her.
They sank down onto the soft grass together and joined themselves. There seemed no need to hurry and Kevin let his cock simply enter, hardly moving himself, but simply allowing Mary's fevered body to come to him, to impale herself on his penis. Only when she had taken all of his cock in the tight young sheath of her cunt did he roll her onto her back and help spread her legs wide. Then he carefully moved his hips back and forth, his cock sinking deep and withdrawing slowly as Mary took his rhythm for her own and wrapped her legs around him.
As Kevin sunk his cock into Mary he thought briefly of his afternoon with Eva and the comparison was bad for Eva. This beautiful young girl beneath his humping torso was everything that the older woman was not, all pure of thought and wondrously Innocent and passionate at the same time while Eva, to Kevin's mind, represented some of the older people, degenerate, sick, evil. But as his body soared upon the wings of passion, he gave the older woman a passing tribute. He knew in a flash of remembrance that he would not have been able to do this as gently as he was now if it had not been for her ministrations earlier in the day. But then she was forgotten as he lunged into the slick, tight love hole of the girl he had always thought to be a virgin.