Chapter 2
In the morning, it was decided that everyone should choose a particular portion of the island and search for sources of food and available fresh water. Captain Pierce tried to be optimistic about their chances of rescue, but at the same time he reminded them that during the time before they were rescued, they might get very hungry and thirsty without ready supplies. Sally Porter did not mind helping to explore the island at all, for although their present situation and the unknown surroundings were rather frightening, she had always harbored an inner thirst for adventure which was now seeing light for the first time.
The castaways broke up into teams for their search of the surrounding jungle. Bart Williams, of course, would go with his voluptuous secretary, Mollie Curtis. Jack Morris was going with his best friend, Tom Waverly. And somehow, through a process Sally was never quite sure of, her friend Jennifer was paired off with the first mate of the Orion, Jason White. That left Sally in the company of Captain Pierce for the search, and while she would have preferred to go with Jennie or else alone, she had to admit that his company was not unpleasant.
The diverse couples set off on different courses, radiating away from their beach camp as if it was the hub of a wheel, and they were following different spokes toward the outer rim. They were agreed to search for four hours before returning to camp, and then, if necessary, to launch another search after the noonday rest period, ending before dusk.
Sally allowed Captain Pierce to lead the way as they set out into the steamy darkness of the rain forest. She was surprised she had not noticed the oppressive heat yesterday, but then reminded herself that she had never actually ventured into the jungle during their first day on the island. Now, before they had walked a hundred yards, her clothing was already drenched with perspiration, so that her thin blouse clung to every curve of her womanly breasts, outlining those fleshy cones as if she was wearing the tightest of bikini tops. Sally was rather embarrassed to find that the lacy bra she wore underneath did little or nothing to aid in concealment, and she could only hope that Captain Pierce would not notice her state of virtual undress.
They had walked for about an hour in virtual silence, speaking only when the Captain would pause to point out some unusual exotic plant, flower or insect to her. Once, they stood stock still for long moments while a thick-bodied snake crawled slowly across their trail, pausing once to stare at them incuriously and flick its pink tongue at them with lightning rapidity.
It began to seem to Sally that their course was curving slowly toward the left, or east, but she said nothing, remembering that she had never possessed a good sense of direction in the wilderness, and that Captain Pierce navigated around the world to make his living. Another half hour had passed when they heard strange rustling sounds ahead of them in the jungle, and the Captain motioned silently for her to wait where she was while he crept ahead to investigate.
He walked almost to the limit of her vision, halting suddenly as he seemed to be prying shrubbery aside and peering through it. Then he stood deathly still for more long moments, watching something which Sally could not even begin to imagine. At last, when the frustration of waiting had become almost unbearable, he returned, working his way through the tangled greenery carefully, so as not to make a sound. She almost asked him what was the matter, but he had already raised a cautionary finger to his lips, warning her to be silent.
"Follow me," he whispered softly, taking her gently by one arm and leading her forward. "You'll want to see this for yourself."
Sally was curious, and she followed him slowly, led along by his gentle but firm grip on her arm. After they had traveled another twenty feet or so, she imagined that she could hear human voices engaged in hushed conversation. She paused, listening, but Pierce pulled her demandingly along, deeper into the lush greenery.
They stood at last behind the massive bole of a huge jungle tree, almost like children hiding during a game of hide-and-seek. Sally could plainly hear the voices now, certain that they were human, although the actual words were somehow muffled and muted by the dense forest. A little tingle of surprise raced down her spine as she realized that one of the voices, the lighter, female one, sounded remarkably like the voice of her close friend, Jennie Tendall.
Curious now, strangely anxious to find out what the two people on the other side of the shrubbery were saying, Sally leaned farther forward. Captain Pierce assisted her, stretching out a long arm and pulling some of the palm fronds and vines silently aside so that she could actually be able to look through into the jungle clearing beyond. What Sally Porter saw there brought an instant blush of embarrassment to her face, causing her to recoil away from the sight.
She had indeed recognized Jennifer's voice, and the male voice which she had heard belonged, she now learned, to Jason White, first mate of the ship Orion. They lay side by side on the ground, in the center of the little clearing, locked tightly in each other's arms, sharing a deep soul kiss.
Sally's immediate impulse was to turn away, and grant them whatever privacy they felt they needed for their intimacy. The captain's grip upon her arm was too strong, however, for her to break away, and she feared to reprimand him in case Jennie and Jason should be startled and embarrassed by the sound of her voice so near to them. Trapped, Sally found that she could not seem to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of the two people in front of her as they began to make love.
Sally Porter's mind was drawn inevitably back to the lewd scene she had witnessed on board the Orion, while she stood in the fog, peering through the porthole of Bart Williams' cabin. Already, totally against her will, she could feel the early stirrings of the same forbidden voyeuristic arousal she had felt on that occasion, the same illicit desire which had led her to masturbate lewdly on the beach only the night before. She cringed, a silent little sob coming to her throat as she felt herself gradually slipping over the brink and out of control.
Jennie lay on her side, with the first mate's body pressing close against hers. Sally was shocked to note that her friend's blouse was already unbuttoned, and Jason White's hand was completely inside that garment, moving in lazy circles as he stroked and massaged her breasts with arousing results. As usual, it was obvious that Jennifer was braless, permitting the man's fingers even greater access to her proud, thrusting tits as she writhed and moaned softly on the moist ground beside him.
Beside her, Sally could detect the Captain's breathing increasing in pace, becoming somehow heavier as he feasted his eyes on the lustful couple in the clearing. His grip unconsciously tightened upon Sally's forearm, until she felt as if her arm was trapped in a vise of steel. Still, she made no outcry, since her attention was riveted on the scene in the clearing, and she could not bear the thought of what might happen if Jennie should look up and see Sally, her best friend, spying upon one of her most private and intimate moments.
Sally Porter watched, entranced, as Jason peeled back Jennifer's blouse on either side, fully exposing the milky white mounds of her tits for the first time. Captain Pierce gasped audibly as his eyes lingered over that ripe flesh, and he moved ever closer to Sally, his free arm going almost unconsciously about her shoulders and tugging her tight against his side. Sally hardly noticed the maneuver, so caught up was she by the lewd little drama being enacted before her very eyes.
Jason White bent quickly forward, covering one of Jennie's cherry little nippies with his avidly working mouth. The young woman gasped aloud, arching her back as she brought her hot, tingling flesh into closer conjunction with her lover's pleasure-giving lips and tongue.
Young Sally Porter was so enthralled by the scene being enacted before her amazed eyes that she at first did not notice Captain Pierce's hand slipping over her shoulder and downward onto the firm swell of her upper breast. Her chest was heaving violently with each panting breath as Sally fought in vain to tear her eyes away from that lustful scene. Pierce took full advantage of her trance-like state, slipping his questing fingertips ever lower on the full curve of her breast until the entire straining orb was held captive in his broad palm. Slowly, almost casually, he began to knead Sally's breast flesh with gentle milking caresses.
Sally Porter felt as if she must surely faint dead away, so powerful were the forbidden emotions aroused within her by the sight of her best friend and the handsome young first mate of the doomed Orion. As she watched Jason White avidly sucking and tonguing Jennie's now-naked breasts, it seemed to Sally that a vicarious sensation of almost physical dimensions was transferred to her own straining breast flesh, causing her budding little nippies to lengthen into rigid erection as if stimulated by a man's actual caress. As those pink little pleasure buds became more distended, spiking outward through the flimsy material of her bra and blouse, a warm responsive tingling began in the pit of her loins, prompting Sally to clench her firm thighs tightly together in a vain effort to extinguish mounting flames of desire hidden there.
Captain Pierce's attention was almost evenly divided now between the lewd spectacle before him in the clearing and the ripe, waiting body of the girl in his arms. It seemed almost impossible to him that Sally had not noticed his milking massage of her throbbing breast, but a furtive glance at the young woman's face told him that she was totally enthralled by the sight of her friend and his first mate engaging in lusty, uninhibited foreplay.
Even as they watched, Jason had stripped Jennifer Tendall's blouse completely off, tossing it aside into the nearby greenery. His eager hands flew at once and without hesitation to the waistband of her tight slacks, fingers fumbling hurriedly for the fastenings which held those restraining garments in place. He found them after an agonizing moment, and then he started peeling slacks and panties together downward over the ripe swell of her womanly hips. Jennie assisted him eagerly, raising her plump buttocks off the ground to let the slacks move past without obstruction.
Sally heard the Captain gasp lightly beside her as the full splendor of her friend's nakedness came into their view. Jason White skimmed the slacks and panties down the tan columns of Jennifer's legs and thighs, tossing the rumpled garments aside to join her blouse. Now the entirety of her luscious body was plainly visible both to her newfound lover and to the voyeuristic couple hiding in the jungle. Their eyes slowly caressed the flat plane of her stomach, fastening at last upon the mounding swell of her fur-covered cuntal mound and the pouting little pussy lips nestling beneath her triangle of pubic hair.
A little growl of lust escaped from Jason White's throat, clearly audible to the voyeuristic couple standing nearby in the jungle shrubbery. His eyes and hands roved freely over Jennie's slowly undulating body, caressing and manipulating her tan, taut flesh with a master's strokes. Captain Pierce and Sally Porter watched, enthralled, as Jason's hand slid quickly across the heaving swell of Jennifer's flat stomach, fingertips slipping with practiced ease into the curly forest of her dark pubic hair.
Jennifer Tendall's entire body arched off the ground, convulsing in instant passion as her lover's hand cupped the steamy mound of her tight little cunt. He stroked and massaged her tremulous pussy with firm, demanding strokes, his long middle finger nestling and chafing directly along the furrow of her vagina, forcing the pouting little cuntal lips slightly apart to allow his hand greater access to the coraline flesh within.
Sally Porter was shocked back to instant reality and out of her erotic reverie by the touch of hard male fingers on the taut flesh of her breast. Glancing quickly down at her own chest, she gasped in shock at the sight which met her eyes. While she stared entranced at Jason and Jennie, Captain Pierce had deftly unfastened the top three buttons of her silken blouse, and had smoothly insinuated his hand inside the gaping opening of that garment. Already his questing fingertips were probing within the elastic confines of her bra, sending out electric little tingles of unwanted erotic pleasure as they wormed their way further inside.
Sally was outraged, determined to halt the unsolicited male assault upon her private breast flesh. She had actually opened her mouth to voice a stern protest when she suddenly remembered Jason and Jennie, lost in their own lusty fantasy world just on the other side of that flimsy leafy screen. She dared not alert them to her presence ... she simply could never live with that embarrassment if she was caught spying upon her best friend and a total stranger in their most intimate moments together.
At the same time, Sally was determined not to let the handsome snip's captain have his way with her simply because she was not in a position to shout and scream. She grasped him firmly by the wrist, struggling silently but with grim determination as she fought to haul his questing hand out of her now gaping blouse.
Captain Pierce snickered softly, evilly in Sally's ear as he easily resisted her puny efforts. At the same time, his free hand began a long, sensuous slide up one of her tan legs, fingertips probing beneath the hem of her short, tight skirt and homing upward toward the moist, furry valley of her cunt.
Sally struggled silently, twisting and writhing in the captain's iron grasp, battling fiercely to free herself from his lustful embrace. It was all to no avail, however, for the more the young woman struggled, the more tightly the captain held her against him, and now, to Sally's horror and humiliation, she could plainly feel the hard thrust of his cock as it chafed against her twisting, churning buttocks. The captain's hot, excited breath roared in Sally's ear, seeming to burn the flesh of her soft neck.
Sally relaxed slightly, almost going limp in the captain's grasp as she seemed to realize the futility of her struggle. Pierce's arms tightened about her, pulling her ever closer against him until she could plainly feel the outline of his long hard cock thrusting against her ass cheeks through the twin restraints of her skirt and his slacks.
A little sob escaped from Sally's throat as Captain Pierce allowed his hands to continue roaming over her body. The hand inside her blouse and bra had fully captured the naked swell of her tit now, milking and massaging that fleshy orb until jolting little electric shocks of budding passion raced the length of her torso to ignite responsive flames in her loins. Pierce captured her distended little nipple between thumb and forefinger, tweaking and rolling the cherry little bud until Sally quivered and shook, trembling with unwanted desire at the sensuous manual stimulation of her breast flesh.
Even as one hand taunted and teased Sally's swollen breast, the captain's other hand homed unerringly on the fertile valley of her crotch. His feathery touch sent tingling little chills of strange sensation along the soft flesh of Sally's inner thigh, leading her to lock her legs tightly together in defensive reaction. The captain chuckled softly in her ear, exerting a little more of his obviously great strength, forcing her thighs slightly apart as his hand wormed its inexorable way upward to her crotch.
Sally Porter stiffened, her entire ripe body going instantly tense as the captain's probing fingers made their first burning contact with her crotch, nudging against the thin, already dampened crotchband of her bikini panties. Pierce's reactive sigh was so loud, so explosive, that Sally feared the couple in the clearing must surely have heard him, but as her eyes snapped open and locked upon them once more, she found them as lost in each other as before.
Jason White was slowly, torturously, licking and nibbling his way along Jennifer's heaving tan abdomen, planting a row of sucking little kisses along the way which caused her to groan loudly and writhe in the throes of mounting sexual excitement. The young woman's entire body went taut as her lover's mouth slowly neared the furry triangle of her loins, inching its way toward the moist seat of her lust with agonizing slowness.
Sally Porter felt a sort of vicarious frustration building up within her, a hollow aching which seemed to blossom in sympathy to her young friend's urgent sexual needs. The vicarious sense of wanton involvement was only increased by the kneading pressure of Captain Pierce's fingers as those questing digits began a subtle rotary massage of her cunt lips through the flimsy material of her bikini panties.
A ragged sob forced itself from Sally's taut throat as she felt the mounting lustful response building in her own tortured loins. Oh Christ! she mentally intoned, I simply can't allow this ... this ... stranger to have his way with my body! I just can't submit to these strange new feelings!!! It's wrong!!!
Those mental assurances seemed all in vain, however, for even as the small voice of her conscience was stilled, Sally opened her eyes to witness the next act of the lusty little drama being enacted in the clearing before her. What she saw there brought a renewed burning of desire between her trembling thighs, a yearning only intensified by the unwanted massaging and probing of the ship captain's firm, demanding fingers.
Jason White had reached the target of Jennifer's succulent pussy, enveloping the swollen little lips of her pumping sex with his avidly working lips. Jennie arched her back, uttering a little sob of desire and surrender as the ship's mate brought his teeth and probing tongue into play, taunting her moist genital flesh with demanding whiplash strokes. He sucked avidly at the girl's steamy crotch, lapping at the clenched little mouth of her hungry vagina before sweeping his tongue onward and upward to taunt the straining pleasure node of her captive little clit. Jennifer sobbed again, heels digging into the soft earth, her entire body arching spasmodically upward off the ground as she strove to place her yearning cunt in ever closer conjunction with Jason White's slavering mouth and flicking tongue.
Sally felt as if she herself were about to faint, between the visual stimulation of the scene before her eyes, and the dual manual excitation caused by Captain Pierce's manipulation of her excited nipple and pussy flesh. A fresh bout of quaking wracked her curvaceous frame as two of the captain's fingers slipped ever so deftly inside the crotchband of her little panties, probing for and finding the moist, waiting furrow of her naked vagina. Tears of mingled humiliation and passion stained Sally's cheeks as she mentally fought the storm of budding passion which even then was raging within the traitorous shell of her ripe young woman's body.
Sally Porter's body was seized by seemingly uncontrollable trembling as Captain Pierce fondled and manipulated her most secret flesh with ever-increasing vigor. Her body felt almost weightless, suddenly afloat on a wave of ethereal passion which she was powerless to avert or control. There seemed to be no escape for the young woman as she stood there, pinned in the strong grasp of the Orion's master. The milking, kneading action of his hands upon her flesh was slowly, inexorably driving Sally toward the brink which would mark her total loss of self-control.
Captain Pierce could sense his impending victory over her traitorous young body, and he sought to hasten that blissful surrender, prodding her mind further as he added the stimulation of words to the taunting action of his hands. He held her in such a position that the lusty tableau of Jason and Jennifer lay before her whenever she opened her bright blue eyes, and his hoarse, whispered words, spoken close to her tiny shell-like ear, served to heighten and elaborate her own lustful fantasies.
"Look at that," Pierce urged demandingly. "He's about ready to fuck her now. Any minute now, his big fat cock will be sliding up inside her tight little cunt, making her cum!!"
Sally gasped, sobbing out a wordless little plea for blessed silence, but his words seemed to have a compelling, almost hypnotic effect, forcing her eyes wide open against her will. Gaping into the clearing beyond the leafy screen which hid her, Sally saw that the Captain's appraisal of the situation there was indeed correct, and that Jason White did seem on the verge of burying his stiff prick in her best friend's pussy.
The ship's mate was on his knees now, tottering between Jennifer's widely-splayed thighs. He leered down at her with an evil smile of unadulterated animal lust, all the while running his palms up and down the inside of her tender thighs, causing her to moan and writhe with ever mounting passion. Finally, when it seemed that Jennifer could take no more of his taunting and teasing, Jason White removed one hand from her flesh and clasped it about the throbbing, blood-engorged pole of his own rigid penis. As Sally Porter watched, horrified and enthralled, the ship's mate shifted position, readjusting the angle of his hips until he was able to guide his thick purple cock head into tingling contact with the outer lips of Jennie Tendall's hot, waiting little cunt.
Jennie's reaction was immediate, and most emphatic. Her head lolled from side to side, eyes tightly shut and mouth gaping open as her little mewling cries of pleasure merged now into one unbroken moaning growl of lust. The young woman's clawed fingers dug deeply into the soft earth on which she lay, and her hips picked up an automatic, almost unconscious fucking rhythm of their own, lifting and rotating as they sought some greater accommodation, some more immediate contact with the teasing glans of Jason's searching prick.
Encouraged by Jennie's reaction, Jason was emboldened to make a more daring and forceful genital assault upon her steamy little cunt. His free hand came into the play now, prying apart the swollen little lips of her pussy, fully exposing the coraline flesh nestled within both to his gaze and to the raking, seeking glans of his zealous cock.
Sally Porter watched, amazed, as Jennie lay there and gladly accepted the advancing defilement of her loins. The girl moaned and undulated as Jason swirled his blunt cock head around the rubbery little mouth of her hidden vagina, her whole torso spasming as that delicious penile head tracked on, nudging and probing against the stiffened nub of her pleasure-giving clitoris.
Sally found it ever easier to inject herself into that lustful scene, especially as Captain Pierce stepped up the tempo of his manual assaults upon the secret swells and hollows of her tight young body. One of his broad hands was completely inside her clinging little panties now, circling and taunting the wet lips of her cunt until she felt that surely she must cry out her mingled feelings of lust and shame, or else faint dead away in his arms.
Now the Captain's long index finger was probing between her hot little cuntal lips, seeking and finding the warm, moist secret flesh hidden inside. Sally felt hot tears of shame streaking her cheeks as that questing digit went where no man's hand had gone before, flicking lightly across her burning clit before probing and worming its way slowly into the clasping channel of her vagina itself.
Madly, frantically, Sally sought to writhe and squirm away from that invading digit, but her backward twisting served only to trap his rigid cock more securely in the valley between her ass cheeks. For her trouble, she was greeted by a wheezing little gasp of appreciative lust, and the Captain immediately began rotating his broad hips, grinding his stiff cock forcefully into the yielding canyon of Sally's ass.
In the clearing before them, Jennifer Tendall showed all the symptoms of a woman who has lost her mind. She thrashed about and moaned incoherently, arms and legs flailing in one ceaseless paroxysm of mounting, burning desire. Jason White was lashing the exposed flesh of her pussy with his hard cock head, using that fleshy bludgeon like a medieval instrument of torture, driving his willing victim ever farther into the depths of total sensual abandonment.
At last, when Jennie seemed almost on the brink of a shattering orgasm, Jason rocked back on his heels, withdrawing the staff of his penis from her clasping, needing gentials. The stunned girl immediately sat bolt upright, a sob of frustration ripping from her throat as her contorted face told the full story of her needs and desires.
"Wha ... why ... why did you stop?" she asked, her very tone itself begging for the lewd pre-fucking foreplay to continue.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" Jason growled in response, "Fuck you like you've never had it before!"
The sob which issued from Jennie's throat now was plainly one of gratitude and willing surrender. She collapsed backward onto the cool earth and Jason flung himself upon her prostrate naked body.
His hand fished briefly between them, seeking and finding his penis, guiding that fleshy pole to the clasping portal of Jennifer's hungry pussy. Then, with a grunting, groaning thrust that hit Sally's ears and eyes with seemingly physical force, the ship's mate buried his cock to the hilt in the steaming recesses of Jennie Tendall's clinging little cunt.
Jennifer groaned aloud, more of a scream really, her entire body arching like a hunting bow, rising from the ground, twisting spastically as if in the throes of death or agony. There was no pain or discomfort on her face, however, and Sally could plainly tell that her friend was now lingering on the very edge, not of destruction, but of the shattering sexual release which is so closely akin to death.
Captain Pierce had seen enough, and he could obviously restrain himself no longer. Both of his big hands were inside the elastic waistband of Sally's panties now, and despite her ineffectual and muted whimpers of protest, he was quickly, skillfully rolling those skimpy undergarments downward over the pronounced swell of her hips and buttocks. Sally sobbed bitterly as the panties skimmed down the taut, tan columns of her thighs and calves, finally lying in a rumpled heap about her ankles. The Captain was roughly prying her legs apart now with his hands, and in order to keep from falling to the ground, Sally was forced to comply, stepping out of her panties with one foot and splaying her legs as he demanded.
Sally Porter wept softly as she felt the cool forest air washing seductively over the hot, moist flesh of her hidden genitals. Her eyes, however reluctantly, remained locked on the wildly fucking couple in the jungle clearing, scanning every pumping, driving movement of those twin torsos as Jennifer and Jason complemented and matched one another's fucking tempos, plunging onward toward the mutual goal of explosive ecstasy.
Phillip Pierce kept his eyes upon that scene as well, but the lion's share of his attention was firmly fastened upon the body of the young woman he held tight in his arms. With one hand now he was lifting and tugging at her tight skirt, raising that restrictive garment until the treasures of her tight loins and luscious rounded ass would be fully exposed to his eyes, hands and cock. With the other hand, he roughly attacked his own slacks, hauling sharply downward on his zipper, fishing inside pants and shorts to free the raging giant which was his pulsing cock.
Sally gasped as she distinctly heard the sound of the Captain's zipper descending.
Before she had time to assess the situation, however, a newer, far greater horror burst upon her senses.
Something, some thick, long, round, hot, indefinable thing was slipping deftly into the valley between her splayed thighs, its upper swell chafing incitefully against the already tingling little outer lips of Sally's cunt. Sally knew in her heart what that something was, but dared not give it a name in the conscious portion of her mind.
She stood there, pinned in the Captain's strong arms, as he began to pump his hips forward and back, slowly, teasingly massaging her burning vulva with the blood-filled rod of his fat, throbbing penis.
Still, she told herself with virginal naivete, this isn't so bad, if this is all there is to it. She might even force herself to relax and enjoy it ... at least a little. There was no pain after all, in spite of what she had always read and heard from other women.
As soon as the moment of relief arrived, it was cruelly banished. For now Pierce had one hand firmly set on Sally's soft shoulder, forcing her to bend sharply forward at the waist, further splaying her legs and ripe young ass cheeks, presenting the steamy beauty of her loins like a sacrifice to the rampaging snake-god of his penis.
Sally felt the first tentative probings of his broad cock head along the wet slit of her vagina with a mingling of fright and curiosity. She had always harbored a secret thirst for first-hand knowledge about the forbidden acts of sex, but this was all terribly wrong just the same, her seemingly willing compliance to lustful desires of a total stranger.
Sally resolved to resist, even at that late moment, but when she sought to straighten up, to wrest herself free of Pierce's grasp, she found herself pinned so tightly that she was unable to move without putting up the sort of noisy fight which would definitely alert Jason and Jennie to her presence. Grief and hopelessness flooded in upon young Sally Porter, only compounded by the first burning contact of Captain Pierce's thick purple glans with the tingling little pleasure node of her own stiff clitoris.
Sally's head was reeling, her vision blurring as she trembled, on the verge of a passion such as she had never known or even dared to imagine. Before her narrowed eyes, Jason and Jennifer were fucking wildly, passionately, a living scene from some erotic, pornographic movie brought suddenly to reality for her sole pleasure and arousal. And all the while, behind her, inside the secret valley of her crotch, hot male flesh was probing and chafing, seeking out the treasures which no other man had mined.
Now the thick tip of Pierce's cock was nudging insistently, almost violently, against the tight, tiny mouth of Sally's virginal pussy itself. Sally groaned as that thrusting fleshy probe sparked twinges of pain fron her rubbery vaginal mouth, causing her to squirm away from her attacker's thrusting, prodding loins. Not one to be put off, Captain Pierce tightened his iron grip upon her shoulder, tugging her inexorably backward and onto the tip of his cock, sliding that hot shaft a first agonizing inch into Sally's never-before-fucked young cunt.
Sally Porter stifled a sob of pain, biting so deeply into her full lower lip that she produced a single glistening drop of scarlet blood. She was in terrible pain from Pierce's rough penile intrusion, but she was equally determined not to disclose her presence there in the bushes, further hymiliating herself before her best friend and Jason White. Thus, Sally remained grimly silent, exerting herself strongly to break away from Captain Pierce, but limited in what she could really do to rescue herself.
Pierce, for his part, was undaunted in his determination to possess this young woman's ripe and luscious body. He thrust his hips ever tighter against her splayed loins, worming his fat cock another fraction of an inch inside the clasping channel of her virginal cunt. From the iron rigidity of her body he could sense that she was in some degree of pain, but the swirling clouds of lust in his own mind prevented any form of sympathy or mercy from taking hold. He was locked upon the single-minded goal of wild tempestuous fucking, and nothing the young woman might do or say at this point could dissuade him.
Sally Porter, struggling to find some momentary relief from the nagging, burning pain in her crotch, opened her eyes wide, locking her vision on the scene of abandoned screwing in the jungle clearing before her. Jason and Jennifer were both scaling the heights of erotic passion there in plain view, their nude torsos writhing and thrashing together as they whipped one another upward and onward to the pinnacle of orgasm. Sally could plainly see the long red shaft of Jason's penis, glistening with the mingling of Jennie's cum and his own, sluicing rapidly in and out of the slit of her cunt, his pelvis slapping loudly and wetly against the splayed plane of Jennifer's madly humping crotch.
My God! Sally thought feverishly, that's what Captain Pierce's penis must look like now, pushing into my own ... my ... pussy! Somehow, the lascivious thought seemed to ease her genital pain ever so slightly, bringing a strange sensation of warmth and wetness to her loins, causing her vaginal muscles to loosen and relax, almost accepting and accommodating the rough intrusion of Pierce's cock.
Sally's reprieve was short-lived, however, for suddenly, and without warning, Pierce's blunt cock head made hard, jarring contact with the flexible barrier of her hymen. The Captain hesitated briefly, somewhat surprised to learn that Sally was actually a virgin, but his delay was brief, and almost immediately he continued his forward thrusting, only more forcefully now, striving hungrily to smash through that last barrier between himself and ultimate possession of Sally Porter's waiting young body.
With one final, powerful thrust, Pierce sliced his cock through Sally's maidenhead, wrenching a whispered cry of pain from her straining throat as he buried his organ inside her to the hilt, the broad glans nudging against the rubbery cup of her cervix. Sally's eyes popped wide open, more from shock than pain, staring into the clearing to see whether her cry had been overheard there.
To her great relief, Sally found the young lovers there as lost in themselves as before, clearly now on the very razor's edge separating them from total mind-shattering orgasm. Her concentration on that scene was broken, however, as Captain Pierce began sliding his thick cock in and out of her burning little cunt, moving ever more rapidly as his own erotic excitement steadily mounted. All the while he kept one hand locked firmly on her shoulder, but the other was sliding around to her chest, slipping back inside the gaping opening of her blouse and inside her bra, once more fondling and taunting the jangling nerves and ivory flesh of her surging captive breast.
Sally felt her mind slowly going, begin to drift in a swimming state rather akin to the feeling she had experienced the previous night on the beach, fondling and touching her own secret genital flesh. And yet this was different somehow, more painful, certainly, and more humilitpng, and yet ... and yet ... yes, better somehow as well.
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, Sally could not deny that her own body, her yearning breasts and churning little cunt, were beginning to instinctively adjust and accept the crude advances of this perfect stranger who was raping her. She could feel her own feminine lubrication flowing freely now, slurping around his driving cock as the elastic walls of her cuntal canal broadened, distended to accept the pummeling girth of his prick with greater comfort.
Yes, she finally admitted with a shuddering sigh that held no pain whatsoever, once you relaxed and stopped fighting the inevitable, there was something decidedly enjoyable about the experience ... something, well, exciting. Yes, tremendously exciting, she realized with a sudden hot flush, blushing crimson as she felt her own internal muscles begin clinging to Pierce's cock, helping now rather than fighting that genital invasion, sucking and tugging at his rod on the outstrokes, as if reluctant to have it leave her.
Phillip Pierce sensed the final reluctant surrender of the young woman he held pinned against his pumping loins, and a lusty growl of triumph escaped from his taut lips. His fucking tempo increased, driving his cock ever more rapidly into the tight, clinging sheath of her vagina, as all the while his hand pulled and twisted more demandingly at the full swelling flesh of her tit. She squirmed and moaned against him, getting into the experience even more now, responding unconsciously to his domineering air as he took her roughly, violently, without mercy.
Sally Porter had never experienced such powerful sensations in all her young life, and she felt now as if she might faint dead away with every passing instant. Surely this next wave of erotic feeling would be too much, or the next, or the next. But still she clung to consciousness, riding the crest of that sensual breaker to new, undreamed-of heights of passion as Pierce drove her skillfully, demandingly onward and upward.
A loud sobbing cry from the jungle clearing drew the full attention of Sally and the Captain for one split second. There, in plain view, their eyes beheld Jennifer and Jason, twisting and lunging spastically, lost beyond recall in the throes of total mind-boggling release. They rode the pitching roller-coaster of orgasm, their cries mingling to rise as one into the green canopy of the rain forest, dislodging brightly colored birds into instant flight above their heads. Jason's hips slammed and pumped against Jennie with blur speed, while the young woman's legs and ankles locked around his thighs and buttocks, striving mightily to hold his pistoning organ within her and nurse it, milk it there with her own powerful cuntal muscles.
Sally felt her own excitement building unmistakably as her lecherous eyes devoured that erotic scene. The smooth fucking of Pierce's prick into her cunt suddenly became all the more immediate, all the more necessary to her well being, and she gasped unconsciously as her full hips picked up an instinctive backward fucking motion, complementing and accentuating the Captain's own driving strokes with a pattern of her own.
Wet sucking sounds filled the jungle now as Jason fucked madly in Jennie Tendall and Captain Phillip Pierce pumped his own rampaging organ deeper and deeper into Sally Porter's receptive young pussy. Both couples seemed lost in their respective worlds of erotic fantasy, striving for goals that were both identical and yet strangely different, similar orgasms achieved in total secrecy.
Jason and Jennifer were beginning to subside from their own climactic fury now, relaxing in the warm circle of each other's arms, seemingly asleep, although Sally knew that they would actually be awake, resting and basking in the warm afterglow of their recent frantic coupling.
Sally and the Captain almost failed to notice the sudden cessation of action in the clearing, so rapt were they in their own driving, lusty actions. Pierce's eyes were narrow slits, almost blind now as his mind focused exclusively on the sought-after goal of orgasm, pumping his rigid burning penis deeper into the young woman's clasping vagina with every pistoning thrust. The girl, for her part, was humping back desperately against him, enveloping his organ with her sex, twisting and rotating her hips in such a way that she milked the utmost pleasurable response from his surging, pulsing prick.
Sally Porter felt her orgasm coming like a runaway express train, racing down the dark tunnel of her vagina to explode with pinwheels of golden fire at the base of her spine. Tremors and near-convulsions wracked her stiffening frame, causing every muscle and tendon in her young body to go instantly rigid. Her pussy muscles locked around the slithering shaft of Phillip Pierce's sex, wringing little electric jolts of ecstasy from it as she slipped over the edge into swirling, mind-reeling climax. Her teeth were clamped together in the last instant of remaining sanity, swallowing the cry of pleasurable anguish which rose unbidden in her straining throat.
The Captain was not far behind Sally with his own orgasmic explosion. The milking actions of her hot vagina, working on his cock like the pumping of a masturbating fist in a velvet glove, drove him quickly over the edge to his own shattering sensual release. He clearly felt the scalding flow of his semen begin, overflowing the caldron of his testicles and racing along the ducts of his cock, bursting forth from his glans in great creamy gouts of cum, blanketing the sucking, receptive innards of Sally's pussy in pumping spurts.
The explosion of jism within her tight young cunt sent Sally Porter off into a secondary orgasm much more powerful than the first. Her entire body writhed and tossed, almost ripping itself free of his hands which grasped her shoulder and taut young breast. Again the shriek of ecstasy churned in her throat, and again she bit it off only with the utmost effort, saving herself for the moment from the ultimate humiliation of discovery by the young lovers in the clearing.
Captain Pierce and Sally stood there in the jungle, locked together at the juncture of their loins, trembling with the aftershocks of total orgasm. Pierce groaned with pleasure, the low sound escaping between gritted teeth, and Sally wept unashamedly, though whether from happiness or embarrassment she could not have said.
After another long moment the Captain withdrew his penis from the clinging confines of her vagina, leaving behind a definite feeling of emptiness after it had gone. Sally heard the soft rustle of his clothing as he tucked his now limp cock away and closed his slacks. After another seemingly endless moment she began the task of dressing herself, buttoning her blouse and slithering back into the tight little panties which he had hauled off of her trembling hips an eternity before.
By the time Sally thought to look into the clearing once again, Jennifer and Jason were not only dressed, but they were moving back along their chosen jungle trail hand-in-hand. Turning, Sally found that the Captain was also ready to leave, standing and watching her somewhat impatiently as he waited for her to finish the task of straightening her clothing and follow him out of the deep, dark rain forest.
She moved along behind him, averting her eyes from his and ignoring the hand he offered. A sudden renewed feeling of shame and humiliation weighed heavily upon her as she trailed him through the lush greenery, back to the beach camp, and she wondered how she could ever face him or her friend ... or even herself ... ever again.