Chapter 3
Mike Dalko didn't really believe his wife's story about a man in a hunting jacket watching her through the window as she undressed, but then again, she wasn't the hysterical type. She was level-headed and reasonable, and if she said she'd seen someone running through the woods, he had to believe her. Probably some kid, Mike thought.
The best thing to do was to circle the island in the boat and look for any signs of strangers. That way he could check the motor and at the same time find out whether they had unwanted company. If some kids had come over he could easily chase them off to keep them from doing damage to the neighbors' places. If not, well, he could reassure Abby that they were alone and set her mind at rest.
Besides, it would be fun taking the boat out. Maybe there would be some seals or interesting birds to look at. Pushing out into the low tide he paddled clear of the rocks into the channel and started the motor, running it at a slow speed. Off near the mainland he could see a graceful gray heron swooping low, skimming the water and rising again with a tiny fish as its prize. In between the stands of trees in the distance he could see well kept-up clapboard cottages and even some stately old houses done in Victorian style. This was the time of year to come up to Lobster Island, he thought ... it was still relatively warm in the daytime, and with no other people around, there was a good feeling of closeness, communion with nature. He could have kicked himself now for not taking advantage of the place more often.
It was when the boat had circled halfway around the tiny island that he saw the girl sitting on the beach. So, Abby was right. They did have company. He wondered whether the girl and the phantom in the hunting jacket were part of the same group, but there was only one way to find out, he thought, and headed the boat toward shore.
As it drew closer, he could see her more clearly. She was young, a teenager, a hippie type who might have passed for one of his students, and even as the boat came up into, shallow water, she did not make any move to run away but merely looked up and smiled at him.
"Hi," she said. "You just come over from the mainland?"
"No, we're staying on the island on the other side," he called back.
As he tied the boat up to a tree he couldn't help fixing his eyes on her ... God, she was a young siren, dressed in tight-fitting cutoff jeans and a faded blue work shirt that was halfway unbuttoned, revealing the inner curves of her high-set, youthful breasts. Even from a distance of ten feet away he could tell she was smoking marijuana.
"You with some other people?" he said, strolling over toward her.
"Me and Vicky, my girl friend, and Russ and Wally.
"You mean you're just over for the day?"
"No, we've been staying in a place up there for a couple of days," she pointed.
Mike stood hesitantly over her, wondering whether he should continue the grilling or not. Hell, he hated to sound like some kind of square adult, but what if the group had broken into one of the cottages? He'd have to do something about it-at least threaten to chase them off. But if they were up to no good, then why would she be acting so casual and nonchalant? Wouldn't she feel guilty and nervous?
"Whose place are you staying in?" he said redundantly.
"Oh, I don't know who it belongs to exactly. I think some friends of Vicky's parents own it. Why don't you sit down for a minute. I got a couple of more joints. You smoke, don't you?"
The girl had a peculiar, unexplainable innocence about her, Mike thought, as his eyes fixed on the ripe cleavage of her bosom. She was friendly and open and yet exuded a heavy sexuality that was almost hypnotic.
"Sure," he said finally. "I'll have a joint."
Even though he'd smoked grass before, he realized she probably thought he was the square type who never touched it. Christ, here I am not even thirty and already there's a generation gap between me and this kid, he laughed to himself. It was funny the way things worked.
With a smile she handed him a joint, and he sat down cross-legged next to her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Tara. You know, it's funny. I was just sitting here kind of waiting for someone to come along. I kind of thought something like this would happen."
As she bent close to light his joint, Mike could feel her hand on the inside his thigh. Christ, she was playing the vamp with him, or was it just an innocent gesture? All he knew was that he felt a rush of tingling excitement shooting up his marrow. Damn, this young girl was electric with sensuality.
"It's really nice just sitting here looking off into the water," she whispered. "I like to go off by myself once in awhile. I'm kind of getting tired of Wally and Russ."
"Is one of them your boyfriend?"
"Both are, sort of. I mean I used to ball Wally, but now I ball Russ, too. We kind of play switchies, but I'm getting tired of it, like I said."
Mike practically gaped in amazement at the easy was she was telling him about her sex life, but managed with an effort to maintain his composure. Hell, his own students would probably talk to him the same way if he mingled with them a little more. After all, this was the new generation, the generation that he was supposed to be a part of but really wasn't.
Slowly the marijuana began to take effect so that he found himself staring at Tara without embarrassment. She was a beautiful kid, all right-red silky hair that looked clean and lustrous behind her headband, a smooth complexion and cat-like green eyes that flashed with a penetrating alertness. Jesus, he'd love to fuck her, but if he stayed here much longer, Abby was going to start worrying about him. It seemed like good opportunities always came at the worst possible time.
As though she were reading his thoughts, she turned and flashed a broad inviting smile, placing her hand on his knee and running it up and down the inside of his thigh until he could feel his cock bulging involuntarily against the confines of his pants.
"I get awfully horny when I smoke grass, don't you?" she murmured impishly.
Mike could hardly believe what she was saying. She must he stoned out of her mind, he thought. Or else, he was, and this was happening in his imagination.
He knew his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, though, when he saw her he back and draw her legs up, spreading them slightly apart. Her hand went down between her thighs and glided up along her velvet-smooth flesh until her fingers began running smoothly over the bulging mound of her vagina.
"Ummmh," she murmured. "I feel like I'm having a beautiful dream." Her eyes flickered shut and her hand caressed her vagina in a tantalizing rhythmic motion that nearly drove him crazy with excitement. His cock thrashed in his, pants, his whole body trembled with excitement, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. God, it was unbelievable, like a fantasy suddenly come true.
She was practically begging him to fuck her, and there he was backing and hesitating, the newspaper headlines dancing around in his mind: "Professor Rapes Teenage Girl." That would make a good story all right, a story good enough to cost him his job at the college and maybe even wreck his marriage. Damn it, though. He'd been playing it safe so long, he was beginning to feel a hundred years old. He couldn't turn this girl down now, even if he wanted to.
He could see that her eyes were open and she was gazing at him, and a moment later he could see her teasingly unbuttoning her shirt, fumbling slowly with the buttons as though she wanted to drive him out of his gourd. Her firm youthful breasts emerged into the sunlight, and she began stroking them with the tips of her fingers, rotating them in tiny circles. Jesus, it was too much! He couldn't stand it any longer.
"I'll help you out," he said, leaning over and running his hand over the flat plane of her smooth belly.
"That's nice," she whispered. "Ummh ... that feels so good."
Gently she took his hand and guided it down to the triangular bulge of her vagina until the warmth and wetness he could feel even through her jeans seemed to transfer itself to his own body and flow through his veins.
Was he stoned already, he wondered? Had he completely lost his mind? Abby was in the cottage waiting for him, would probably expect him back in a matter of minutes. What was he going to do, let himself get involved with this crazy teenage kid?
"Do you think I'm attractive?" Tara said suddenly, unexpectedly, taking him off balance.
"Sure I do; you bet."
"I think you're good-looking too, and I'm really glad you came along. I need somebody new. Would you like to fuck me?"
That did it. Any resistance he had felt was suddenly blown away by her open invitation, and without wasting a second he bent over her and stripped her work shirt down off her arms, pulling off her tight cut-off jeans quickly, until her well-formed torso was naked before him.
"Now wait a minute," she cautioned. "Don't go too fast. I don't want to do it here. Just let me do something else to get it started."
So that's it, he thought. She's just a little cockteaser who's been leading me on, and now when it comes down to the nitty-gritty she's going to back out. She was probably the kind of chick men ended up raping through no fault of their own.
"How old are you?" he asked her suddenly.
"Eighteen. Now, see? I'm old enough to give you anything you want," she said defensively, bringing a smile to his lips. The tables had suddenly turned, and now it seemed that he was the one in control.
"I bet you're not as experienced as you think you are," Mike teased.
"I probably have more experience than you do, and if you keep hassling me with that adult stuff, I may not even give you anything."
"I bet you won't give me anything anyway."
"You know something, you're a pain in the ass. If I wasn't so fed up with Wally and Russ, I'd just tell you to go fuck off."
Mike realized that if he kept this teasing up he might just lose out on everything, and he knew it was time for action now, not talk.
In a split second he'd thrown himself on top of her and was tightly pressing her shoulders down as he locked his lips over hers.
"No, don't" she squealed. "Not so fast."
Grunting, he thrust his tongue hotly between' her teeth to silence her. Hell, he'd show this little bitch not to tease him as though he were some kind of fool.
In truth he had expected her to struggle like a spitfire, but he knew the tiny nips of her teeth against his lips were anything but signs of struggle and when he felt her belly undulating rhythmically against his, he knew for sure he'd misjudged her.
Savagely, he ground his body even harder against hers, crushing the swelling mounds of her breasts against his chest and grinding his lips feverishly against hers, as he thrust his tongue deep into the warm saliva of her mouth. God, it had been so long since he'd enjoyed sex like this. He wanted to feel the whole length of her slender supple body locked against his, and she seemed to share the same urgent need. She-was squirming and straining against him, trying to make contact between their bodies at as many points as possible, and he felt her small warm hand slip beneath his shirt against his bare skin near the base of his spine as she pulled his hips tighter against hers.
She was eagerly sucking his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth as if she wanted to suck it out by the roots, swirling her own fresh sweet-tasting tongue agilly around his. Suddenly with an incredible strength she wrestled him over and mounted on top of him, her mound screwed snugly against his loins. Even through the layers of their clothes he could feel the heat from her steaming cunt when she started to grind her pussy rhythmically back and forth against the hard muscles of his upper thigh, sending waves of excruciating pleasure through his sex-starved loins as her thinly clad leg rubbed back and forth along the entire length of his aching cock. Christ! He wanted to fuck her so bad his balls felt like they weighed a ton ... but God, how could he fuck her here on the beach right out in the open? Maybe further inland on a bed of soft pine needles.
"Come on, let's get off the beach," he groaned hoarsely, breaking away from her savage embrace. The afternoon sun was filtering through the clouds and the glazed look of aroused passion in her eyes dispeled any lingering thoughts of her being a mere childish cockteaser. She was the real thing, all right ... a woman who wanted and needed desperately to be fucked.
"No, I don't want to do it yet," she said unexpectedly.
"Hey, wait a minute, what are you talking about?" he protested.
Jesus, they were back again to the cockteaser bit. It was obvious she was trying to play games with him. Well, if she thought she could get away with just rubbing her pussy against his cock and then calling it quits, she had another thing coming. He had a good mind to just peel off those shorts of hers and rape her.
He was still on the ground looking up at her when he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
"You still think I'm a tease, don't you? Well, it's not that. Your cock is just driving me crazy. I have to taste it. Come on, take your pants off, then well go up to the cabin."
The frankly lewd hunger in her voice and the way her hands were swarming suddenly around his loins trying to cup his balls through his pants nearly made the college instructor shoot his load before he could get his belt undone. He pushed down his pants and jockey shorts with one motion, and his tortured penis sprang out like a thick bulging rod between his legs. Tara unlaced his shoes, then pulled them off and yanked his pants all the way down, kneeling forward to capture his licentiously pulsing member between the warm soft mounds of her breasts, cupping them in her hands so that they squeezed together around the whole blood-swollen girth of his penis and sliding her full young breasts up and down the entire length of his throbbing cock.
Mike leaned back, his hands digging into the rocky soil, and watched in fascination as this teenage vixen bent like a submissive slave over his twitching rod of flesh, ministering to it as though it were a priceless treasure. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer, she released her breasts and took the base of his cock in one hand, giving his testicles a gentle squeeze with the other and prickling his scrotum a little with her sharp nails. He groaned when he felt her lust-fired breath on his cockhead and her tongue dart out to expertly lick a shiny drop of cum from the tiny gaping slit at the end.
"Ummmh, you taste good," the shameless girl purred greedily. She began to lick the underside of his glans with rapid little swipes of her tongue, curling it around like a cat lapping milk.
"Wait a second," Mike panted. His arms felt like they were about to fall off from the strain of supporting himself, and he moved back a few feet so that his back rested against a rock. He watched avidly as the red-haired teenager followed him and hunched down between his legs once again. Gone from his mind was any thought of fucking her now. He wanted just one thing, to feel her soft lips close around the throbbing head of his cock and suck him and suck him until he shot his boiling cum deep down into her throat. And he knew that was what she wanted now too. He could feel it ... they were locked together in lecherous lust, and no matter what happened they would not be able to stop.
"Go on, suck it, suck!" Mike groaned impatiently, unable to stand any more of her tantalizing moves. Jesus, when his own wife offered to do the same thing, the excitement was nothing in comparison with this. This was extraordinary, a strange fantasy suddenly come true. She was almost mythical, this red-haired teenage girl whom he had known for less than fifteen minutes and who was now giving him the most thrilling sex he'd ever experienced in his life. He waited, his hands reaching up and tangling into her soft reddish hair, pulling her head closer and closer to his loins.
He groaned with relief when he felt' the hot wet contact of her lips around the trembling sensitive flesh of his cockhead.
"Oh God, yes!" He muttered ecstatically.
As though it were alive, like a pulsing snake her tongue began swabbing and swirling around the lust-engorged rim of his eager cock, exploring the whole surface until she began to pump her mouth down, taking more and more of his vein-ribbed shaft inside, moving forward to the base and then back to the trembling tip, pausing for a torturously teasing second before she resumed her rhythmic motion again. Her darting tongue stabbed into the tiny slit, sending a nerve-tingling jolt of pleasure through his body, making his hips twitch and buck up involuntarily toward her face.
God! He'd never had anything like this before, a wild sex-crazed teenage nymph sucking his cock. His balls felt like they were shooting liquid fire through every vein and artery in his system with a deliciously anguished craving that was on the verge of being fulfilled. He reached down and tangled his hands even tighter into her hair to regulate her rhythm, slowing her down a little because she had already ignited the spark down in his loins that was going to finally set off the explosion that would catapult him out of the dreary world of everyday married life and boredom. . "Ooooh!" he moaned. "God yes, keep sucking. You're driving me crazy! Suck it!" He pulled her long red hair off to one side so he could see better the way her full oval lips were pulling lasciviously on the thickly bulging length of his inflamed cock. When she drew back they were pushed into no more than thin lines as she went hungrily down on him, and her full lips expanded and oozed saliva. She took more and more of his cock into her greedy throat in a frenzy of total abandon until there was just a little stretch of glistening white protruding from her mouth and her nose was prodding into his wiry pubic hairs. God, it was too much! She was enjoying it as much as he was, that was the wonderful part about it. He could see her. milk-white breasts madly dancing and swinging as she sensed the charge building in his balls and accelerated the frenzied rhythm of her sucking. She was loving sucking his cock, and he was loving having her suck him. The whole world was just one big soft sucking mouth!
He let his head fall back against the rock and gave himself up totally to the ecstatic sensation of pure sensual bliss now concentrated in his straining cock and balls. It was all there! All there! Up above them, the sun was fading, the clouds were darkening and they were being enveloped by a soft protective mist. But there was nothing in his mind except this one interminable sensation of delight along with the tiny pricks of fire that were speeding crazily through his insides.
"Oh maaaaan, I'm cc-cc-uuuuming!" he moaned, his hips thrusting madly up against her face as he buried the entire length of his cock deep down in her throat. Jesus, it was incredible. He'd never experienced a sensation like this before , ... never in his life! With one last effort he strained his head up to watch her cheeks suddenly ballooning out as the first foaming spurts of his fiery sperm burst into her wildly sucking mouth. Then with a gasp he fell back as charge after charge of steaming cum emptied deep into the teenager's eager throat in hotly jerking blasts. Her licking tongue worked crazily, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she emptied his balls with loud slurping noises. Mindlessly she continued sucking with intense concentration until finally he had to push her away.
"Oh God, Tara, that was incredible!" he moaned. It was the only thing he could say.
With one final swipe of her tongue she flicked away the last droplet of cum clinging to the slit of his now-softening cock, her flashing green eyes fixed on him with obscene rapture.
"Wow, you really had a load in your balls," she said appreciatively as she rocked back on her heels and wiped away a trickle of hot sticky liquid from the corners of her lips. "You don't think I'm a tease now, do you?"
"I guess not. I guess I had you figured all wrong."
Tara reached for two more joints from the pocket of her work shirt, lit both of them and handed one to Mike.
"We're not finished yet, you know," she said. "I hope you're not going to get guilty and run back to your wife."
"How did you know I had a wife? I mean how did you know there was someone else here on the island with me?"
At this the girl seemed slightly embarrassed, as though she had said something she was supposed to keep secret.
"Well, I mean, I just assumed it," she said. "You are here with your wife, aren't you?"
Mike let the subject drop. It was curious how she knew, but he wasn't going to pursue the matter. Maybe she'd seen them both coming across the bay in the boat.
Tara crawled up next to him and nestled against his chest, soft and tender now in contrast to the abandoned savagery she'd exhibited only moments ago as she sucked wildly on his cock. As he inhaled on the marijuana cigarette he could feel a cloud of dizziness thickening his mind, making him gradually forget about Abby who was waiting, had been waiting a long time for him to return.
I'm finished now, he thought. There's no way I can resist this teenage kid. She's like some kind of wild sex goddess.
He found himself curling his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close and kissing her lightly on the lips. He could feel the female warmth radiating out from her body.
"That was really nice," she murmured sweetly. "Wally and Russ don't, even bother kissing me anymore when we're finished. I really needed somebody like you to come along. Hey, you know there was a reason I didn't take you up to the cabin right away."
"You mean Wally and Russ?"
"No, they went over to the mainland to get some food. At least I think they did. The real reason is Vicky, my girl friend. She wouldn't let me have you to myself. She'd jump on you right away, I'm sure of it. Will you make me a promise?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"Promise me you'll ball me first, okay."
"That's a pretty easy promise to keep," he laughed. Christ, the whole scene was really getting surrealistic now. Not only had this one teenage vixen just finished sucking his cock, but she was going to take him back to their cabin where another one was waiting for him. Jesus, it would be incredible.
"Are you sure you'll keep the promise?" Tara said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "When you see Vicky you might change your mind."
"What do you mean? Is she good-looking?"
"Yeah, she's good-looking sort of, but it's not just that. Guys always seem to fall for her. She's sexy or something. She's got a way about her, and she's always jumping on guys."
"Well, I'll try my best. Come on, let's go up there. I've got to get back to my wife sometime."
Pushing himself up to a standing position, Mike took her hand as she led him into the woods in the direction of the cabin.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Wally said angrily from behind the clump of bushes where he and Russ had been looking down on the beach. He was a slender youth with long scraggly hair, a mustache, and a beard. His friend Russ was older, clean-shaven and dressed in a hunting jacket.
"She really went after that dude, didn't she?" Russ chuckled.
"You leave her alone for ten minutes and she starts screwin'. I got a good mind to kick the shit outa her. I don't mind her screwin' you, but this guy's some damn straight-arrow, and she fell for him right away."
"Listen old buddy, there's no use blowin' your cool. After all, we got a good reason now to take a look in on that wife o' his."
"Yeah, right, I could use me a nice fresh piece of ass. I'm gettin' sick and tired of Tara and Vicky and all their bullshit."
"Right on, Wally, now you're thinkin' my way. I got a good plan cookin' now. Tara and Vicky are gonna keep this guy busy for a good long time ... long enough for us to go back and pay a visit to that little blonde."
"Yeah, I'll bet she's a horny bitch. Shit, the way she was paradin' around in front of that mirror, I'll bet she's just dyin' for somebody to fuck her."
"Well, she's not gonna be dyin' much longer, right? Come one, let's go."
Silently, they stole away through the woods in the opposite direction from the approaching couple and headed toward the cottage where Abby had been waiting for over an hour for her husband to return.