Chapter 4
It was their fifth morning on the island, and Sally was surprised that time seemed to be passing so swiftly. She had always suspected that in such a bizarre situation the moments would drag like hours, the days slip slowly by like endless years of torment, but now she found that quite the reverse was actually true. They were constantly busy, so caught up in the day-today business of survival, that dawns and dusks seemed to merge almost magically, and in no time at all they would have been marooned there on the jungle island for a full week.
Sally participated freely in the jungle hunts and gathering expeditions which put food in their pot, and she found to her own considerable amazement that she was becoming rather proficient as a provider. She never came back now without some sort of delicious fruit or vegetable from the forest, and on one occasion she had joined with Jennifer and the ship's mate, Jason White, in the capture of a plump little suckling pig.
Jason and Jennie were together almost constantly now, and from what Sally was able to tell, their sexual activities had greatly increased in frequency. Sally was no longer jealous of her longtime friend, and she no longer felt as if she was the shy little virgin standing lost in Jennifer's curvaceous and womanly shadow. Not anymore.
Not that Sally had been enjoying the same sort of unplanned sexual vacation which Jennie had lately been experiencing with Jason. On the contrary, since their second day on the island, when both Captain Pierce and Jack Morris forced their cocks and their attentions upon her, no man from the little company had attempted to come near her.
Sally was at a loss to explain the situation. She sometimes lay awake and wondered whether the two men shied clear of her now because they were uncertain of her reaction to their earlier advances, or because she had done something sexually to displease them.
No, on second thought, she knew that it was nothing which she had done wrong. Nothing about the act of fucking itself. Oh sure, she was a novice at it, an inexperienced beginner, but in spite of all that she instinctively knew, from her own feelings and from those which the two men had evidenced while their organs plowed into her cunt, that she had done everything quite well indeed.
No, she finally decided, it simply had to be the fact that she, as an individual, was an unknown quantity, and the men did not know what to expect from her in the realm of a normal sexual relationship.
At that point in her rationalizations, a little warning voice would chime in from the back of her mind, reminding her that she did not really want them to know her that well, or to feel so comfortable with her that they could approach her at any hour of the day or night simply to sate their lusts. She was not that kind of girl, not by a long shot, and she was more than a little dis turbed with herself when she found herself feeling hurt that the two rapists had finally left her alone.
In the end, however, her newfound freedom usually won out, with a louder, stronger mental voice overpowering the tones of conscience, reminding Sally that they were no longer at home, in the safe, secure world of Los Angeles, with a policeman on every corner and a lock on the door. There was no one here to tell her how to think, no parents, teachers and judges to enforce their iron wills onto her virgin mind, to mold her into a graven image of themselves.
With that new voice came renewed feelings of freedom, and it was then that Sally most regretted her immediate sexual solitude, if only for fleeting seconds. Once, still half asleep on a lovely warm island-morning, she had idly contemplated asking Jack Morris to come to her that night, or that very moment, and to plow his long hard cock up into her hungry, yearning little cunt, but in the end the voice of reason overcame her wild temptation, bringing with it a hot blush of shame.
.Sally Porter felt heat of a different sort that day. The sun was high and hot, already moving on toward a scorching afternoon. Sally had gathered a respectable number of large, ripe melons for the noonday meal, and she did not feel much like exerting herself further in the sapping, draining heat of the tropical forest. She would come out again, later, in the pre-dusk hours of early evening, to help with the hunting and scavenging for supper, but at that moment she was determined to return to camp and to shade, to rest beside the cool sea and relax.
Slowly, laboring under the weight of the food she carried, Sally began making her way back to camp. She followed the winding game trail with an expert's eye, surprising herself with how quickly she had learned to read the signs and spoor of the forest. She could already pick out a number of wild animal tracks on sight, and tell from the tracks themselves whether the animal was edible or not, and whether or not it was too swift or too dangerous to track and capture.
In accordance with the increasing heat of the day and the season, every member of the little community had made certain adjustments in their clothing to fit the situation. Sally Porter no longer wore a brassiere at all, having found that the elastic chafed and cut at her skin, gathering perspiration in the tropic heat and threatening to produce an ugly and uncomfortable rash. Likewise, she had long ago rid herself of her ruined pantyhose, and while she continued to wear panties beneath her short skirt, she admitted to herself that the tattered little garments were more a concession to habit than necessity, since they now were frayed and tearing, covering nothing at all and barely staying up by themselves.
Primarily, Sally was dressed then, in a blouse, skirt and shoes, though she more frequently went barefoot now, especially on the beach. Her full, ripe breasts swung and bobbled freely within her silky blouse, nipples budding and thrusting against the cloth when a chance breeze caused them to pucker with slight chills. More than once she had caught the various men in the camp staring at her large unfettered tits, but still, to her mingled surprise and mounting disappointment, they did nothing about it.
Sally reached a broad clearing in the green forest and glanced up at the sky. Since their arrival on the island, she had also learned how to estimate the time of day by the position of the sun, and she now guessed that it must be sometime between noon and one o'clock. Tired and hot, knowing that the late-rising members of the camp were still digesting breakfast or hunting for food and would not expect their lunch for several hours, she decided to pause for some personal refreshment and relaxation.
On their third day on the island Captain Pierce had discovered a sparkling little lake set back about a hundred yards from the beach. The pool was at the foot of a rocky hill, and from somewhere in the heart of that hill flowed a spring of clear water, cascading down the stone face to spill into the reflecting pond, a sparkling, natural waterfall.
It also served delightfully as a natural shower, and since the Captain discovered that spot, the men and women had taken turns using the pond and waterfall for swimming and bathing purposes. Without proper swimming gear, they went into the cool waters totally nude, and from time to time it gave Sally a little chill of sinful delight and anticipation to imagine one or more of the men lurking in the forest around the pond, watching, their long cocks glistening hard and red with excitement as they watched the naked women laughing and sporting in the water.
Today, Sally surmised, she should have the pond and waterfall all to herself. The others should either be working on chores around the camp or else out hunting as she was herself. Yes, she reflected, it would be the ideal time for a clandestine swim, a little skinny-dip to refresh and revitalize her before the hike back to camp with her melons and the hot chore of helping to prepare the second meal of the day.
Sally changed course, homing in on the pond and waterfall by instinct, moving through the silent greenery of the jungle like some sleek, well-fed beast of prey. If she had stopped to think about it, she might have been astounded at how quietly she moved through that leafy maze, without any of the "civilized" crashing and bungling about that had marked her first excursions into the forest. She was, it seemed, almost becoming an integral part of the island and its wild life style, reverting somehow, slipping backward to a state that was both more primitive, and yet, somehow, also more natural, less filled with hang-ups and civilized pretensions.
None of this actually passed through Sally Porter's mind at a conscious level as she moved swiftly and quietly through the forest. She thought of nothing but the pond's cool waters now, and the cascading white brilliance of the waterfall with its hissing roar of sound. It seemed that she could almost feel the cold water on her flesh already, sliding like liquid velvet across her skin and calming her, soothing her into a semi-conscious state of total, unadulterated relaxation and peace.
So thinking, Sally walked more briskly, covering the ground that lay between her and the swimming hole almost before she was aware of her own great progress. Suddenly, unexpectedly, she could actually hear the hissing roar of the waterfall, only a short distance ahead of her through the trees.
Sally moved more quickly, anxious now to plunge beneath the cool green surface of the water. As she walked, one hand rose to the tiny buttons of her filmy blouse, unfastening them until her blouse hung open, revealing the firm inner swell of her milky breasts, ready to be shrugged off and tossed aside before she sprang into the pool.
Abruptly, with the pond and waterfall just on the other side of a thin screen of shrubbery and vines, Sally paused, listening. A strange sound had come to her ears, alerting her, making her stop in her tracks and stand there, quiveringly alert, her blouse billowing away from her ripe young tits in the faint forest breeze. The sound which she thought she had heard was strange to that location, and bore no relation to the natural rushing splash of the waterfall as it cascaded into the pool below.
Sally Porter had heard the sound of human voices. Happy voices, to be sure, raised in shouts and gay laughter, wafting to the treetops with their unmistakable message of joy and relaxation. As the young woman moved still closer, one ear cocked and listening intently, she discerned both male and female voices emanating from the pool, drifting to her ears airily on the forest breeze.
Sally's brow furrowed in curiosity. This was wrong somehow. The men and women did not go swimming or bathing together-at least, they never had yet. No one had any bathing suits with them on the island, and if they were all in the water together, then they must either be swimming in their clothes or else ... or else....
She moved still closer, until only the bole of a palm tree blocked the pool and waterfall from her sight. Now there was no doubt about it ... she had heard both a male and a female voice there, coming from the direction of the pond. She recognized them now, and that instant of recognition swept away all doubts and questions about why the unspoken rule of sexual segregation was not being observed on this occasion.
The voices belonged to businessman Bart Williams and his sexy, curvaceous secretary, Mollie Curtis. Sally felt an immediate flush of shame rising to her cheeks as she listened to their gay voices. The image of her voyeuristic spying at their port hole during the last moments of the Orion came unbidden to her mind, and she had already begun to turn away, determined not to relive that sordid scene, when the sound of Mollie's lust-thrilled voice caught and held her attention.
"Oh, Bart," the young woman was saying, somewhat breathlessly, "that feels so wonderful. It's like nothing I've ever felt before!! Don't stop!! Please don't stop!!!"
Intrigued and mystified, Sally Porter felt in her heart that she could not leave without trying to learn what new thrill Bart Williams was inflicting upon his secretary. Cautiously, forgetting to button her sagging blouse around the proud swell of her unfettered tits, Sally moved around the bole of the big palm tree, shifting her position until the pool and the people who occupied it were within her line of sight.
Mollie Curtis lay on her back in the water, arms outstretched and clutching a big rock at poolside, her naked legs floating out in front of her and shimmering through a thin veil of water. Bart Williams, also completely nude, stood between her slightly legs, shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his submerged feet as the current of the pond gripped and swayed him. Sally could see that the blunt head of his rigid cock was nestling and nudging insistently against the down triangle of Mollie's pussy, just beneath the sparkling surface of the pool water. His hands, meanwhile, seemed to float over the twin bobbling orbs of her tits, circling slowly as they massaged and caressed those tingling orbs, teasing the ruby nipples into quivering erection.
Sally drew in a deep breath, enraptured by the sight as it was being enacted before her stunned eyes. All thought of shame and embarrassment, of her earlier experience on board the Orion, was suddenly and completely swept away. She simply had to see more of what Williams was doing to his secretary, and to that end she shifted position again, moving farther out from the protecting cover of the tree trunk. Almost before she knew it, she was standing on the rocky rim of the swimming hole, staring in unabashed curiosity at the naked couple bobbing in the clear water.
Mollie Curtis was so caught up in the attentions her cunt was receiving from Bart Williams's hands and penis, that she did not even notice Sally approaching in a trance-like state. The lustful businessman had better self control, however, and he also happened to be facing partially in the direction from which young Sally Porter was approaching. He noticed some sort of movement from the corner of his eye, turning slightly in her direction, and by the time she stepped completely out from behind the cover of that palm tree, he was facing her, a sly little smile already playing across his ruddy features.
"Well, well," he chuckled lewdly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. "What have we here?"
Williams stepped back slightly from Mollie's splayed thighs, and Sally could plainly see the purple tip of his cock bobbing above the crystal surface of the pool water, like the periscope of some terribly erotic submarine. An expression of frustration and disappointment passed over the naked woman's face, and Mollie's voice rose in an almost sobbing whine above the sound of the roaring waterfall as she sought to find out why her lover had changed his tactics so suddenly.
"Ba-Bart," she stammered breathlessly, "What are you doing, baby? Why did you stop? It felt so good?"
"Relax, hon," he grinned at her. "We've got company, that's all."
Shocked, Mollie Curtis swiveled about in the water, bringing one slender arm up to cover her wobbling tits. But as she saw and recognized Sally Porter, and her leering eyes took in the state of nearundress in which Sally had approached them, a smile crossed her face as well, turning her countenance into a grinning mask of lustful intent.
Sally Porter blushed furiously, realizing for the first time that the two naked people there in the pond had focused their full attention upon her. She began to tremble, fearful of what their reaction might be now that they had actually caught her spying upon them in their most intimate moments, but her fear began to pass quickly as she watched the nude lovers exchange glances, their smiles broadening as their eyes came quickly back to her.
Sally followed the paths of their eyes with her own, and her blush of embarrassment deepened as she glanced down at her own near-nudity. Her blouse was hanging wide open, exposing the firm swell of her naked tits now almost to the rosy pink flesh of her tremblingly erect nipples. With a tiny gasp, Sally snatched the front of her blouse shut, covering her breasts in such a way that the silken material was stretched tight across the fleshy orbs, further accentuating the thrusting hardness of her nipples.
"I ... I ... I'm sorry," she began, stuttering with nervousness and suppressed tension. "I didn't mean to...."
"There, there," Bart Williams boomed, his voice loud and yet, strangely, somehow comforting as well. "Nothing for you to be sorry about, is there Mollie?"
"I'll say not," the luscious secretary confirmed, avidly nodding as she spoke. Sally was sure that she detected a note of something other than mere courtesy beneath the obvious tone of the other woman's voice. It sounded remarkably like the husky tones of a lusting woman, a woman in heat. Sally's blush deepened.
"Well, I guess I'll just be going now," Sally muttered, beginning to turn away from the pond.
"Not so fast, baby," Bart Williams hailed her, and in one fluid motion he was climbing out of the pond, water streaming from his muscular naked body in glistening rivulets.
Sally tried to turn her eyes away from the spectacle of William's naked body as he drew himself up to his full height beside her, but she found her gaze drawn irresistibly to the swells and hollows of his muscular physique, In spite of the flush which rose in her cheeks, she found that she could not keep her eyes away from the long graceful line of his cock, starting to droop slightly now, but still semi-erect and glistening with the residue of pool water. A little shuddering sigh escaped from Sally, and she unconsciously released the front of her blouse, allowing the garment to fall open again.
"Why don't you relax and join us, Sally?" the nude businessman asked, slipping an almost comradely arm around her slender shoulders and tugging her against his side.
She looked up into his smiling face, another little shudder wracking her body.
"Yes, please do," Mollie Curtis chimed in from her place in the swimming pond. "A third person always makes the game so much more ... interesting." She stressed the final word, her tone definitely seductive now, her smile almost a leer.
Bart Williams tightened his arm around Sally's shoulders, at the same time bringing his free hand up to toy idly with the gaping front of her loosely hanging blouse. As Sally stood trembling, undecided as to whether or not she dared to join their lascivious "games," Williams flicked back one side of her blouse, fully exposing the plump hemisphere of one naked breast, surmounted by the quivering bud of a semi-erect nipple.
His hand cupped the swell of that nude tit, gently circling and massaging the pliant flesh while Sally moaned and squirmed ineffectually in his grip. Her little cherry nipple spiked out into the coarse center of his palm, his circling, rotating massage sending out electric little jolts of pleasure from that stiffening pleasure node.
Mollie Curtis was clambering out of the pond now, and moving swiftly to stand at Sally's other side. Sally's eyes followed the nude woman as she jogged closer, riveted on the seductive sway of her naked tits and the beads of moisture glistening in the dark triangular forest of her pubic hair. And then Mollie was beside her, long fingers plucking at the other side of her blouse, fully revealing her ripe young tits now as she helped Bart Williams strip the filmy garment down and off of Sally's unresisting arms.
A little moan of anticipation escaped from Sally's suddenly dry throat as Bart Williams and his lovely naked secretary went rapidly about the business of stripping her. Her blouse was rapidly tossed aside, and then Mollie was kneeling at Sally's left side, fingers busily attacking the fastening of the blond girl's short, tight skirt.
Sally trembled almost uncontrollably as Mollie found the button and zipper which held her skirt tightly in place, deftly unfastening them and sliding the snug garment downward over her full hips and along the trim columns of her thighs and claves. The skirt lay in a puddle of fabric around Sally's ankles, and the tremulous blond girl had no strength to resist as Mollie manually lifted first one of her feet and then the other, finally whisking the skirt away and depositing it in a rumpled heap on top of Sally's blouse.
The blond young woman was clad now no only in the tattered remains of her clinging little bikini panties. Bart Williams and his lascivious secretary chuckled at the sight of those torn, flimsy underthings, serving as they did to accentuate and reveal more of Sally's loins and ass than they concealed. At last, with an impatient little sigh, Mollie Curtis reached up and snagged her fingernails in the elastic waistband of Sally's panties, hauling the remnants of them down the young woman's legs with a sharp, business-like tug.
Sally Porter was completely naked now in the presence of those two virtual strangers, and she shivered violently as a cool breeze wafted at her from across the rippling waters of the pond, raising gooseflesh all over her body with its airy caress.
How can I have let this happen! she asked herself silently, her fair brow knit with lines of worry as she wondered what the lecherous couple had in store for her next. It seemed all too plain that they meant to involve her in some sordid sort of three-way sexual activity, and Sally flushed bright red with shame as she suddenly found the idea was not totally appalling to her. In fact, the more she thought of feeling her own nudity pressed close against Bart Williams, the better she liked it!
But what about Mollie Curtis in that arrangement? Sally had no idea, in her naivete, what role the other woman could play in their activities, and in her innocence she had not even considered the possibility, however slight, of some lesbian involvement. She began to realize slightly what an immature child she was being when Mollie Curtis, rather than Bart Williams himself, was the first to reach out her hands and stroke Sally's newly naked flesh.
Sally cringed at the touch of Mollie's feathery fingertips upon the soft, downy flesh of her stomach, backing away as if to escape some horrible fate worse than death. Her movements only forced her tighter against Bart Williams, however, and she now plainly felt the pressure of his rigid cock against the soft flesh of her naked hip, pressing firmly and demandingly against her as she squirmed toward him. For a fleeting second she felt relief and gratification that his cock had resumed its erect stature, after its flagging limpness of moments earlier.
Sally had no time to contemplate the arousing effect she had upon Bart Williams, however, for she was too busy reacting to the lecherous advances of Williams's lustful secretary. Mollie Curtis still knelt in front of Sally, the warm pendulums of her tits swaying against Sally's taut thighs so that the rigid nipples tickled and chafed her flesh. There was something oddly arousing about that touch, and Sally felt unwanted little jolts of electrifying arousal racing their way from the contact zone of her thighs to the secret pit of her now-naked pussy.
Mollie's hands were by no means idle. Her fingertips played lightly, almost teasingly, across the soft flesh of Sally's lower abdomen, skirting the downy triangle of her golden pubic curls. Slowly, cuatiously, those searching digits in-fringed upon Sally's pussy hair, homing inexorably upon the pink little slit of her pouting nether lips where they nestled at the exact junction of belly and tanned thighs. Sally was mentally repulsed by the idea of a woman touching her intimately there, on her cunt, but at the same time she felt the mental alarm bells dimming, receding, as she realized that there might indeed be considerable pleasure to be had in simply letting Mollie Curtis have what she seemed to desire so badly.
In that moment, between iron resistance and total unblushing surrender, another veil of mock civilization slipped away from the eyes of young Sally Porter. She realized with a sudden rush of enlightenment that there was nothing inherently wrong or unclean about Mollie Curtis, and that her momentary giving in to the pleasures which that moment offered would not soil her, or change her life, except, possibly, for the better.
All those rationalizations passed through Sally's mind and away in the twinkling of an eye. Before she was even really aware of her own decision in the matter, Mollie's probing hands had taken things out of her hands, transported matters beyond the mental sphere to another plane, a plane of pure physical need and ancient animal instinct.
Sally gasped and stiffened as the beautiful secretary's probing digits made their first tentative contact with her outer cuntal lips. Her entire lower body was immediately wrapped in invisible flames, and a long shuddering sigh escaped from her dry throat as Mollie began to stroke and caress her cunt with rhythmic regularity. Sally's knees sagged, and she felt that she would surely collapse at any moment, tumbling both herself and Mollie onto the ground.
Sally was rescued from falling by the big, strong hands of Bart Williams. His hands slipped deftly around her ribs, sliding under her trembling arms to capture one of her ripe young tits in each big palm. His hands were gentle but firm, comforting somehow in spite of their obvious lustful intent as they milked and massaged her now-tingling mammary orbs. Sally felt her little cherry nipples lengthening further, spiking into the man's palms like twin bullets, chafing against his hands and burning with a fierce erotic heat as he stroked and massaged them to the point of madness.
Sally Porter was thus held upright, sagging like some kind of life-size rag doll as Bart Williams maintained his firm grasp on her swollen breasts. Meanwhile, Mollie Curtis was busy manipulating the young woman's slender legs, spreading them easily apart now that Sally seemed to have lost all muscular control of her own. Quickly Sally pried those luscious tan thighs wider apart, fully revealing the narrow slit of Sally's little pussy to her hands and eyes, craning her neck forward, moving her face ever closer as she sought a better view of that pert nether mouth.
Sally had slipped almost to the verge of unconsciousness, lulled there by the rhythmic stroking of her flesh above and below. Now her eyes popped wide open, her mouth forming a perfect circle of shock, her body stiffening as she felt a wet, hot, unfamiliar touch upon the labia of her tight little pussy. She began to struggle in Bart's grasp, craning her own neck now as she looked desperately downward to see what was happening to her loins.
What she saw there stunned and horrified her.
Mollie Curtis, the poised and sophisticated secretary of businessman Bart Williams, was licking and sucking at the pink outer lips of Sally Porter's once-virginal young cunt!!
The secretary's own lips were plastered tightly against Sally's loins, her pert little nose almost lost in the tight curls of Sally's honey blond pubic hair. A low, rumbling groan of mingled shame and horror ripped from Sally's throat as she watched Mollie's jaws and lips working avidly against her secret genital flesh, and then felt the tingling sensations that oral assault inspired, as if through some process of delayed reaction.
Sally would certainly have collapsed had Bart Williams not been clinging with both big hands to the firm, vibrant orbs of her excited breasts. Her knees seemed to have turned to water, and there was suddenly a rushing, roaring sound in her ears which had nothing whatever to do with the nearness of the jungle waterfall. Sally's entire lower torso seemed to be enveloped in raging, licking flames of perverted passion, all centered in the tingling, orally stimulated little slit of her cunt.
Mollie Curtis rolled her eyes upward to gauge Sally's reaction, apparently satisfied with the expression of near-swooning lust and confusion which she found on the young blond's ruddy face. She kept her eyes glued to Mollie's countenance, and then she curled her long pink tongue out experimentally, flicking the hot tip along the slit of Sally's aroused little twat. She traced the outline of those moist nether lips, sliding her tongue from one end of the younger woman's pussy to the other.
Sally moaned again, at the same moment that her full young hips jerked spasmodically forward, her pelvis moving as if with a mind of its own to bring her cunt into closer conjunction with Mollie's pleasure-giving mouth r Both Mollie and Bart Williams noted the unconscious gesture of impending surrender, and they exchanged brief little grins of triumph before resuming their various assaults upon the young blond woman's weakening body.
Young Sally Porter was now almost totally lost in a reeling fantasy dream world which revolved around the twin epicenters of her manhandled breasts and her tiny little cunt, where Mollie Curtis' mouth was avidly at work. She could actually feel the warmth and texture of the other woman's tongue as it played across her silky genital flesh, teasing and probing along the narrow line of her tight vaginal slit.
Mollie brought her hands into play, using the tips of her long, slender fingers to gently and deftly separate the outer lips of Sally's pussy and reveal the moist coralline flesh within to her hands and tongue. Another excited gasp was ripped from Sally's throat at that jarring, electrifying contact, and it felt as if her entire torso was about to explode into a series of violent, erotic convulsions at any second.
Mollie ran her long tongue softly and expertly along the furrow of Sally's cringing vagina, swirling about the little rubbery mouth of her cuntal channel itself before sweeping on to flick and tease at the tingling bud of her reddened little clitoris. Sally had the vague notion that such oral expertise could only have come with long practice, but she pushed the thought from her mind, able now to concentrate only on the inciteful sensations which the licking and sucking of her juicy little twat were inspiring.
Sally sobbed raggedly, twisting and flailing her head from side to side as Mollie's tongue made sport of her most secret genital flesh, taunting and laving that pink meat into a state of frenzied desire. Suddenly, without preamble or warning, Mollie curled her long tongue into a hot, rigid shaft, and thrust her face forward, stabbing it directly into the eye of Sally's winking little vagina.
The blond young woman's body stiffened into instant rigidity her back arching spasmodically. The action ground her hard little nipples mercilessly into Bart's palms and forced her steamy little cunt tight against Mollie's mouth, serving to further impale Sally's cunt on the miniature ramrod of the other woman's tongue. Silent pinwheels of colored light exploded inside her skull, dizzying her and setting her young mind awhirl.
Mollie lapped and sucked greedily now at Sally Porter's wet and dripping cunt, like a woman who has been lost in the desert for days and just discovered a fountain of clean, clear water. She was insatiable, and so was Sally, now that she had become accustomed to the dazzling sensations of f eeling another female's mouth attached greedily to her palpitating cunt.
Sally felt herself trembling on the very brink of orgasm, a state of excitement heightened by the almost brutal grasp which Bart Williams maintained upon her burning little nipple buds. All of those diverse stimulations were rapidly combining to plunge her headlong into the bottomless abyss of total ecstasy.
Groping madly behind her, as if to support herself although she was in no danger whatsoever of falling, Sally brought her hands to rest on the rigid pole of Bart Williams' penis. An instant thrill raced through her body as she actually took the initiative, grasping a man's cock with her young hands for the first time, sliding her smooth palms along the pulsing length of that fleshy rod and evoking from him the same sort of moaning cries which she herself had been issuing all along.
Bart responded to her sudden fondling of his rigid cock by humping that stiff organ tighter against the soft flesh of her lower back, nudging his blunt purple glans into the soft cup formed by one of her trembling palms. Sally could plainly feel the slick wetness of his pre-ejaculate fluid, oozing from the single cyclopic eye of his cockhead as he rutted that powerful organ against her receptive palm.
The sensation of Bart's cock sliding in and out of her rapidly moistening hand seemed to drive Sally Porter insane with mounting passion. Her breathing rapidly increased in tempo, and she could almost feel a feverish pulse pounding in her veins as she twisted and writhed against him. All the while, her lower body was consumed with the fiery sensations which Mollie Curtis' mouth was setting off in her juicy little cunt, and the hot tendrils of desire were flaring upward across her heaving abdomen.
Tiny bursting colored lights seemed to be swimming in front of Sally's eyes now, and she knew that in a matter of moments, perhaps seconds, she would be swept downstream in the flood of dizzying, mind-boggling orgasmic sensation. She tensed every muscle in her ripe young body, tightening her frantic grip on Bart's penis and hunching her pelvis forward so that her cunt was forced ever more tightly against the luscious nude secretary's avidly working mouth and tongue.
Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis were not going to let Sally off quite so easily, however. Some unspoken signal seemed to pass between them in that instant, and with highly coordinated movements they withdrew their multiple stimulation from Sally's tingling erogenous zones. Bart removed his palms and fingers from the burning orbs of her tits, shifting his hips at the same time so that his penis was slipped deftly out of her hands. At the same time, Mollie Curtis rocked back on her shapely haunches, withdrawing her glistening, dripping lips from the steamy fountain of Sally's urgently yearning cunt.
An expression of pained frustration passed over the young blond's face, but before she could give voice to her disappointment or ask what her lecherous tormentors had in mind for her, she felt herself being lifted bodily off the ground. Bart Williams was supporting most of her weight now with his big hands thrust beneath her armpits, and Mollie was doing her share by grasping Sally's ankles and swinging them upward off the ground. Between them, they lifted her easily, and then lowered her swiftly to a prone position on the soft poolside earth, facing up toward the blue sky and green treetops.
Sally Porter looked rapidly, anxiously, from side to side, noting the lustful grins which both of her naked captors wore. They were positioning themselves beside her now, taking the stations they would maintain throughout the lusty little drama which they planned to enact with her body as the centerpiece.
Bart Williams knelt between Sally's splayed thighs, using his big, powerful hands to further spread her limp and unresisting legs. Now he crouched between those legs, the rigid pole of his prick wavering over her lightly furred cuntal plain like an executioner's sword poised over the sacrificial victim.
Mollie Curtis, meanwhile, had risen to her feet, and moved to a position directly beside Sally's face. Now, to the young blond's immediate confusion, the curvaceous nude secretary stepped over Sally's head with one foot, standing there for a long moment and looking down at her where she lay. Sally was treated to a perfect unobstructed view of Mollie Curtis' pink cuntal lips, seeming to smile and wink at her from amid the soft dark curls of her moist pubic hair.
Before Sally could gather her wits and determine what the older woman had in mind, Mollie herself resolved the dilemma, suddenly dropping to a crouching position, bringing the succulent valley of her cunt down to within three inches of Sally Porter's startled face. The young blond could plainly see every swell and wrinkle of Mollie's ripe genitals, and the heady feminine aroma of that pussy wafted to her nostrils, threatening to make her swoon from the conflicting images and emotions which it conjured up inside her.
Sally was shocked as she realized what Mollie Curtis wanted and expected from her. Mollie had sucked and licked Sally's pussy, and now she apparently expected the young blond to return the favor. Sally cringed away from Mollie's steamy pussy, at once both excited and repelled by the idea of those pouting nether lips pressing ever closer to her face. And yet, she could at that moment think of no logical reason ... moral or physical ... why she should not cooperate in the act of oral fucking which Mollie so clearly desired. Hadn't Mollie done the very same for her, only moments earlier? And hadn't Sally accepted those attentions gratefully, loving every second of it?
Sally had little time to reflect on the right or wrong of what Mollie Curtis wanted her to do next, for at that very moment a new set of feelings and emotions burst upon her, demanding equal time from her attentions. Her entire body stiffened and quivered as Bart Williams suddenly brought the broad purple glans of his penis into tingling, burning contact with the tight little slit of her cunt.
Sally twisted her head, peering down her body beneath the smooth arch of Mollie Curtis' thighs. She could see little of Williams from that position, but she did have an unobstructed view of his hands and penis as he attacked the little slit of her pussy with real gusto. She could hear the wheezing growl of his excited breathing as he taunted and inflamed her genitals with the probing magic wand of his prick.
Sally felt the last remnants of her control slipping away as Bart Williams wrung jolts of electrifying emotion from her inexperienced little pussy. She knew in the back of her mind that all of this was somehow dreadfully wrong, but at the conscious level she was unable to accept the theory that anything so seemingly natural and obviously pleasant could be sinful in any way whatsoever.
Bart was working his cock along the slit of Sally's cunt all the more rapidly now, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand to give his glans greater access to the wet coralline flesh nestled inside. At the same time, Mollie Curtis began rotating her hips in a slow circular motion, raising and lowering them at the same time, so that her splayed pussy was brought into even closer conjunction with Sally's breathlessly parted young lips.
Sally gasped, stunned and excited all at once, as the furry lips of Mollie's cunt made sudden tingling contact with her panting mouth. In almost defensive reaction, Sally's pink little tongue tip flicked out, almost as if to push that steamy obstruction away and allow her to breathe more freely. The end result was something else entirely, however.
Mollie Curtis groaned aloud, arching her back, her tits thrusting proudly ahead, as she ground her hips ever lower, tighter against Sally's curiously questing tongue. Electric jolts of erotic pleasure coursed upward along her trembling torso, and a shuddering sigh escaped from her suddenly taut throat as she realized that Sally was hooked, and that the young blond would be very shortly supplying the oral love which she craved. She could feel her own feminine secretions flowing more freely, and the internal muscles of her cunt were gripped by little spasmodic convulsions of passion, previews of the orgasmic explosion which she so badly needed and desired.
Bart Williams had no intention of being left behind in the little three-way drama of lust which he himself had initiated. He shifted the angle of his hips, bringing the blunt head of his surging cock into alignment with the clasping little mouth of Sally's almost virginal snatch. He probed that vaginal mouth with his prick, gritting his teeth and grimacing in pleasure/pain as the rubbery muscles of her cuntal channel resisted tenaciously, unconsciously fighting his penile invasion of her tight little belly.
The resistance did not last for long, however, for by now Sally was so caught up in the thrills of the moment that her entire body began to quiver and shake, tightening and relaxing by degrees, quivering from head to toe as she allowed herself to slip inexorably toward the brink of sexual climax. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, but her clawed fingers had risen instinctively to capture the tight half-moons of Mollie's ass cheeks, drawing the other woman's loins closer to her face as she put her lips and tongue into action with a new ferocity of will and determination.
Sally suffered a moment of shock and stunned surprise as Bart suddenly thrust his hips forward, half-burying his cock in the hot, clinging channel of her pussy. He paused for a single heartbeat, then finished the task, hilting his organ in her belly with one powerful skewering thrust.
Sally's body arched upward from the moist ground, inadevertently forcing her cunt tighter against the man's loins and further impaling herself on his pulsating cock. At the same time, her reflexive action buried her own tongue and teeth deeply into the resilient flesh of Mollie Curtis's pussy, causing the other woman to cry aloud with desire as she ground her hips frantically, almost hysterically downward. Slowly, cautiously at first but then with mounting abandon, Sally allowed her entire body to pick up a natural-feeling fucking tempo, her face and loins seesawing back and forth, up and down, to give and receive the utmost stimulation to and from her dual lovers.
All three members of the lusty little menage a trois were rapidly approaching their individual and mutual orgasmic explosions. Bart Williams could feel his own semen roiling and stirring in the tightening cauldron of his balls, and the two women were tossing and writhing like gyroscopes, giving vent to ever louder cries as they gradually whipped themselves and each other to the heights of sexual frenzy.
There was no turning back from that point, not for any of them. Bart Williams pounded his long cock unmercifully into the juicy, receptive chamber of Sally's tight little pussy. His heavy testicles swung forward like a fleshy pendulum on each inward stroke, smacking against the taut hemispheres of Sally's ass cheeks with a resounding whackl The beating sounds, and the accompanying slurping noises produced by his thick cock as it reamed in and out of Sally's tight vagina, were oddly fitting in that setting, almost like a musical score for an obscene and pornographic motion picture.
Other sounds were issuing from the region where Sally's mouth made burning, feverish contact with Mollie Curtis' cunt ... loud, lapping and sucking sounds, much like the sounds of Bart's uninhibited fucking, and yet strangely different at the same time. They were all alike in one respect, however, they were the natural sounds of lusty, unadulterated animal passion, freely given and freely enjoyed in the way which nature intended, without restrictions or inhibitions, with no artificial codes and mores standing in the way.
Bart Williams came first, no longer able to restrain the burning sensations blossoming in his tightly clenched nuts. A strangled little gasp wheezed from between his clenched teeth as he felt the flood of his blazing sperm race the length of his spasming penis and erupt inside Sally's cunt with great creamy gouts of milky white jism, blanketing the inside of her pussy.
Sally's own orgasm was not far behind Bart's and she felt it coming upon her like a runaway express train even while the businessman's penis was still spouting its cream deep inside her belly. She moaned her pleasure aloud, the sound transmitting itself in shivery shock waves to the moist and churning flesh of Mollie Curtis' excited pussy. Mollie in turn felt her own climax bursting around her, sending her off on a seemingly endless mental flight from which there was no coming down, merely an unending spiral of passion and erotic sensation, a rainbow ride of dizzying, fantastic intensity.
Their voices mingled there beside the swimming pond, for one long moment eclipsing the roar of the nearby waterfall as it cascaded into the pool. Those passionate voices rose and entertwined, wafting away on the early afternoon breeze to disperse among the golden-green treetops of the rain forest.
Bart Williams crouched there, hunched over Sally with his cock buried deep in her cunt, for moments that seemed to go on forever. At last, when the sucking, milking action of her cuntal muscles had ceased, and his penis had begun to drain and deflate gradually, he rocked back on his haunches, drawing his shriveled organ from her body with a soft, seductive plopping sound.
The women were not so quick to disengage from one another. Mollie Curtis was still trembling as if she were caught in the midst of an epileptic seizure, and it took endless moments for her to begin calming down, unwinding and loosening up, relaxing at long last in order to rise from her lustful crouch above Sally's face.
The blond young woman, for her part, was none too eager to have Mollie's cunt withdrawn from her, and she clung to the older woman's hips for long seconds after Mollie was ready to leave, drinking deeply of the life-giving fluids which dripped and flowed from Mollie's loins.
Finally, when they had all pried themselves apart and lain for long moments in peaceful silence on the grass beside the pool, the idea of a refreshing swim seemed to grip them simultaneously, without spoken signals. As if on cue, they rose to their feet and plunged headlong into the cool green water, laughing and splashing together like children, making up water games as they went along, totally unashamed of their mutual nudity and the lusty three-way sex in which they had so recently engaged. For the first time in her relatively short life, Sally Porter felt really and truly free.
The afternoon sun shone down on them all, flittering off the surface of the water like liquid gold.