Captive On Lust Island
by Judd Michaels


INTRODUCTION 

Modern man takes considerable pride in his present state of civilization, at 
times almost worshipping the trappings of science, education and technology. 
The tendency to deify civilization is so strong, in fact, that any person or 
race of people born in more "backward" or "primitive" conditions is 
automatically designated as an object of pity or scorn. For the enlightened 
man, it becomes very easy look down in condescension upon the less 
enlightened, and to use their relative naivete as the excuse for inflicting 
an alien set of codes and values upon them. 

Values and morals, in a very real sense, are civilization. It should not be 
supposed, however, that because civilization is basically beneficial to 
mankind, that all of the mores and restrictions which it fosters are equally 
beneficial. Quite the contrary, it often seems readily apparent that many of 
society's codes and restrictions are positively unnatural and, beyond that, 
detrimental to the physical and mental well being of mankind. One proof of 
this is the rapidity with which those mores and codes evaporate once the 
superficial trappings of civilization are withdrawn. 

You are about to read the story of a small group of people who found 
themselves suddenly placed in that unique situation, instantly stripped of 
the luxuries and traditional guidelines which constitute civilization. They 
were all quite ordinary citizens, none of them remarkable by himself, until 
that stunning moment when their lives were turned upside-down and they found 
themselves forced to adapt overnight to a far older code of survival. 

Join us, then, on an odyssey of human transformation, as we attempt to 
determine whether or not a "noble savage" does in fact dwell within every 
civilized man. The answers may surprise you as much as they did the actual 
people involved in the unfolding drama. Come to the adventure without 
prejudice or preconceptions, and you may find something of yourself within 
these characters as they struggle daily for self-realization and for 
survival itself. 

The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

Sally Porter sat in the shade of trees lining the white beach, staring 
across the crystal-clear lagoon to the pink coral reef and, beyond it, the 
endless plane of the sea. She was facing north, toward the distant shipping 
lanes. To her left or west flank, the evening sun merged redly with the flat 
horizon, flooding the placid seascape with shades of crimson and orange. 

Across the lagoon, beyond the reef, there was no remaining sign of the cabin 
cruiser. Not the slightest ripple, nor any vestige of flotsam and debris 
remained to mark its violent passing. 

Sally was seized by a sudden chill in spite of the warm early evening. Her 
hair and clothes had dried hours ago, but the memory of the morning's events 
still brought the gooseflesh to her skin with the realization of how 
narrowly they had all escaped disaster. 

It had all been a tragic accident, clearly. There was no possible question 
of human error involved, no slightest hint of negligence in the cruel fate 
of the ship Orion. It had been the fog, without question, that strange, 
almost unearthly South Pacific mist which had greeted them at dawn and clung 
to them throughout the morning hours. That damnable mist which had betrayed 
them, and led them headlong into keel-buckling contact with the coral reef 
of the jungle island, miles off their course and hopelessly lost. 

TheJog was long gone now, like some evil figment of the imagination which 
retreats before the coming light of day, but its legacy and aftereffects 
were real enough. Sally Porter trailed her fingertips gingerly across the 
fine sand on which she sat, reflecting for the thousandth time upon the 
circumstances which had brought her to this particular point in time and 
space. 

The cruise itself had been Jennie's idea, but Sally admitted to herself that 
she had gone along with the wild scheme willingly enough after she overcame 
her initial reticence. Jennie was Jennifer Tendall, Sally's oldest and 
sometime only friend, a young woman who had shared with her the joys and 
pains of growing up for more than half of Sally's twenty-two years. 

It was strange, really, that Sally and Jennifer should be friends at all, 
since they were so totally different in personality. Jennie was vivacious, 
outgoing and self-confident, especially around men. (Sally hesitated to 
consider the label "promiscuous," although she secretly admitted that it fit 
very nicely.) Sally, on the other hand, while every bit as attractive as 
Jennie, seemed eternally reticent and shy, the born wallflower. Still a 
virgin in mind and body, Sally was often shocked by the things Jennie said 
and did, but of late she had determined to loosen up and become at least 
slightly more like her friend in the romance department. After all, she 
didn't want to end up as a wrinkled old maid. 

Sally's uncle Max had paid for the cruise, at least indirectly, by dying on 
the seventeenth hole of his favorite golf course and thereby bequeathing 
Sally a substantial sum of cash. Jennie saw the possibilities at once, and 
began casting about for provocative ways to spend the windfall before Uncle 
Max was decently cold. Not that Jennie wanted money for herself, there was 
never any question of that. But she and Sally were friends, and Jennie saw 
it as her sacred duty to transform the demure blond virgin into a stylish 
woman of the world. 

The cruise had seemed like a masterstroke, arranged at discount rates 
through a boyfriend of Jennie's who worked for a travel agency. The voyage 
took them to Hawaii, and from there on toward Tahiti and Australia, where 
Jennifer assured Sally there were unattached and willing young males in 
great abundance. They had been in Tahiti when the chance came to visit 
outlying islands aboard the Orion, and they took the opportunity, again at 
Jennie's insistence. 

The side trip was a day old when they woke up to find themselves enveloped 
in the blanket of cloying mist. Somehow the weather seemed to dampen spirits 
and squelch the normal sunbathing and horseplay which had marked their 
shipboard hours thus far. Jennifer had slept late, but Sally was restless 
and she paced the deck during those morning hours, peering intently over the 
rail into the thick fog. 

Around nine in the morning Sally had happened to find herself next to an 
open porthole. The hushed snatches of conversation which drifted to her from 
beyond the bulkhead informed her that it was the porthole of a passenger 
cabin. Further, she could recognize from the voices that this must be the 
cabin occupied by businessman Bart Williams and his curvaceous "secretary," 
Mollie Curtis. Sally listened idly to the drifting voices, only catching a 
word here and there. She was about to stroll on her way when the woman's 
urgent tones riveted her attention more intently. 

"Oh yes, Bart," Mollie Curtis was saying, her tone almost fierce in its 
intensity, "that feels so good!" 

Sally felt a little prickle of mingled embarrassment and lewd excitement 
race along her spine. She knew inherently that she should leave them in 
peace, and that it was wrong to eavesdrop upon them in the privacy of their 
intimate moments together. But just as surely, she knew that she was an 
unwilling witness to something she had only dreamed about in secret moments, 
and the renewed tingle of forbidden excitement drew her closer to that open 
port hole rather than away from it. She drew nearer, moving on tiptoe, 
almost holding her breath in the fear that she would be discovered and 
exposed as a voyeuristic eavesdropper for intruding on the couple's privacy. 

Sally looked quickly about her, making sure that no one was close enough to 
see her easily through the mist, and then she moved still nearer to the 
round open window. She found that by standing on tiptoe and craning forward, 
she could just catch a glimpse of the cabin within. And, to her surprise, 
where she had expected fog to impede her vision, the interior of the room 
was completely clear. Sally let her eyes travel over those furnishings in 
the dim light of a single lamp, following the walls until they fastened upon 
the centerpiece of the room. 

The stateroom's large bed was directly in front of Sally, arranged with its 
head right beneath the open porthole. The lamp which cast its dim light 
about the cabin was on a nightstand at one side of the bed, bathing the bed 
and its occupants in a feeble yellow glow that barely reached the porthole. 
Sally's eyes roved over the big oval bed and locked there, stunned and 
entranced, a tiny gasp forced from her throat at what she saw. 

Bart Williams and his secretary lay upon that mattress, close within each 
other's arms. And, most stunning of all to puritanical Sally, they were both 
stark naked! Sally blinked in disbelief as she watched the couple sharing a 
deep soul kiss, their hands exploring each other's nakedness so close to her 
that she could have leaned through the open port hole and joined the 
foreplay with her own hands. 

As Sally watched, blushing furiously with a combination of shame and 
arousal, as one of Bart Williams's hands insinuated itself between Mollie's 
firm tan thighs. The woman broke the long kiss, her head lolling from side 
to side on the soft pillow as she groaned in evident passion, her own 
fingers clawing at Bart's shoulders and back in excitement. 

"Jesus, yes, honey," Mollie Curtis was moaning softly, so that Sally could 
barely hear her voice. "That's so good! Please don't stop!" 

Bart Williams had no apparent intention of stopping his lewd caress, for his 
hand began to move all the more energetically, and he buried his face in the 
hollow of Mollie's throat. The combined stimulation of hands and mouth was 
quickly driving the nude secretary into a frenzy of desire, and Sally 
watched, entranced, as her whole luscious body undulated and writhed beside 
her lover on the mattress. 

As she stood watching the lewd foreplay, Sally had become aware of some 
strange stirrings within her own virginal body, and now, hours later as she 
sat alone on the beach, the memories of that moment were sufficient to 
rekindle the feelings. Sally blushed bright crimson as she felt her little 
nipples begin to stiffen within the lacy confines of her bra, and the warm 
sort of tingling began once more in the tight crevice between her firm 
thighs. Sally clenched her knees tighter together, seeking to quench those 
early flames of arousal as she concentrated hard on her memories of that 
morning. 

She recalled vividly the lustful sight of Bart and Mollie as they lay 
together on that bed in naked splendor, arms and legs tangled and writhing, 
mouths and hands searching, questing after hidden treasures. Mollie's voice 
kept up an almost constant litany of mewling little pleasure moans and 
cries, proclaiming unmistakably her own state of mounting sexual fervor. 

Sally had watched intently as Bart slid lower on the bed, his busy hand 
remaining in Mollie's crotch while his lips and tongue followed the soft 
curve of her throat. Now he was kissing and lapping at the firm upper curve 
of her taut breasts, slowly working his nibbling way upward along one fleshy 
mound toward the pink summit of her distended nipple. Mollie's body 
convulsed instantly as he enveloped that cherry bud with his hot mouth, 
masking it from Sally's view entirely as he pinned it with pearly teeth and 
lashed it unmercifully with his tongue tip. Mollie's fingers tangled in 
Bart's hair, tugging his hungry mouth tighter against her excited breast 
flesh. Her spine arched, thrusting her torso upward into closer conjuction 
with her lover's face. 

Sally had been surprised to feel an unfamiliar tingling sensation in her own 
firm young breasts as she watched Bart Williams suck and lick his 
secretary's tits. Even now, a seeming eternity later as she sat on the warm 
beach sand and reminisced about those forbidden moments, the strange feeling 
returned. Shocked and slightly horrified, Sally felt the cherry little 
nipples of her breasts stiffening into quivering erection at the very 
thought of the lustful scenes she had witnessed on board the Orion. 

Sally Porter blushed with shame and private embarrassment, knowing full well 
that it was somehow wrong to derive arousal and excitement from such an act 
of voyeurism. Still, there was no denying the fact that she had been excited 
watching Williams and his secretary, and the memories of that scene now 
proved as lustfully exciting as the events themselves. 

Sally brought her fingers up to the now rigid nipples of her breasts, slowly 
stroking and massaging them through the double barrier of her blouse and 
bra, hoping against hope that she would thus be able to still the tingling 
arousal she felt budding there. To her mounting horror, her touch upon those 
erect little buds only seemed to have the opposite effect, increasing their 
excitation and setting off a responsive twinge of hot arousal in her loins 
at the same time. 

The young woman almost panicked as she realized that what she was doing 
amounted to the first stages of masturbation, but for some unknown reason 
she seemed unable to halt the manual stimulation of her burning nipples. 
Reluctantly, almost unconsciously, Sally began to slowly unfasten the tiny 
buttons of her blouse one at a time, haltingly baring the milky flesh of her 
ripe young tits. 

As she opened her blouse timidly, Sally's mind was locked on the memories of 
what she had seen through the porthole of Bart Williams' cabin on board the 
Orion. There she had stood, the thick ocean fog masking her voyeurism, as 
she peered through the round open window to witness the lusty little drama 
being enacted there as if for her sole benefit. 

Bart Williams had finally, reluctantly, withdrawn his mouth from the moist 
cones of Mollie Curtis' breasts, sliding his hungry lips and tongue with 
almost agonizing slowness along the heaving plane of her flat white stomach. 
So slowly did he move that Mollie was whining and cursing softly for him to 
go faster, and for one awful instant Sally was tempted to add her own voice 
to the urgings, so rapt was she in the ongoing drama of their lovemaking. 

Sally's blouse was open now, revealing her milky breasts in their lacy 
halter to the caress of the ocean breeze and her light, feathery fingers. 
She shivered inwardly as those fingertips trailed lightly across the upper 
curve of one breast, her mind crying out for her to stop while there was yet 
time. But the warning mental voice was doomed to failure and with a loud 
sigh of final resignation she slipped her fingers inside one cup of her thin 
bra, shoving the flimsy material brusquely aside as her hand fastened upon 
the tingling flesh of one erect nipple. She stroked and kneaded that 
sensitive nub, savoring the delicious forbidden tremors of mounting desire 
which her own intimate caress sent racing through her lithe torso. Her 
lustful memories of Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis further fueled the 
mounting flames of her own budding desire. 

On board the Orion, Sally had watched enraptured as Bart's mouth reached the 
tiny indentation of Mollie's navel and paused there, his tongue tip swirling 
briefly about the little depression before sliding relentlessly on. Now his 
lips were trading little teasing patterns around the fringes of her pubic 
triangle, his tongue lapping just within the borders of that lightly furred 
erogenous zone. 

Mollie Curtis was in a veritable frenzy of passion, her fingers tangling in 
Bart's hair and attempting to manipulate his avid mouth still closer to the 
seat of her passion. But the man was taking his time, enjoying her divine 
torment, and Sally thought she could hear a lusty little chuckle issue from 
his throat as he played with the naked woman, keeping her waiting. At last, 
when he felt that she had withstood enough, he thrust his face forward, his 
mouth enveloping the pouting little lips of her juicy pink cunt. 

Sally blushed at the memory of that inciteful scene, her fingers pinching 
and twisting with unconscious violence at the rigid stub of her excited 
nipple as she projected herself fully into her lewd fantasy. She almost 
imagined that it was she there on that remembered bed instead of Mollie 
Curtis, and that Bart Williams' hands rather than her own were sending those 
electric jolts of pleasure racing through her panting body. 

Sally's eyes were closed as if in a trance, and she sank back slowly onto 
the soft beach sand until she was lying prone, completely hidden by the 
screen of trees and underbrush from any prying eyes along the beach. Her 
head reeled with pounding desire, and there was no denying the inferno of 
building lust which she now felt in the moistening furrow between her 
thighs. The mental alarm bells were still ringing in her head as she slipped 
gradually over the edge toward sensual surrender, but Sally was having an 
increasingly difficult time understanding their ancient message. 

My God, she told herself in futile panic, I simply can't allow myself to 
become so excited. I can't ... masturbate! 

But the warning cries were all in vain, as the major portion of the virginal 
young woman's mind continued to occupy itself with the lustful scenes which 
she had lately witnessed upon the doomed cabin cruiser. One hand continued 
to taunt and manipulate the tingling flesh of her breast, but now the slim 
fingers of her free hand were sliding slowly, almost unnoticed, upward along 
the soft inside of her thigh, toward her loins. 

In her mind, Sally Porter was back aboard the Orion, peering with baited 
breath through the open porthole of the cabin belonging to Bart Williams. 
She could scarcely believe the scene being enacted before her naive eyes as 
Bart avidly sucked and lapped at the exposed pink pussy flesh of his 
writhing, moaning secretary. Mollie Curtis seemed lost in some erotic 
fantasy world all her own, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow, 
little mewling cries of pleasure issuing constantly from parted lips as she 
surrendered totally to the sensations raging around her lower body. 

Sally Porter shivered, coming back to partial contact with reality as her 
creeping fingers reached the silk crotchband of her tight bikini panties. A 
tremor of mingled desire and disgust wracked her prostrate frame, but the 
shrinking warning voice of her dwindling conscience was by now far too weak 
to forestall her single-minded search for pleasure and gratification. In her 
swirling mind, she was Mollie Curtis for the moment, and she was 
subconsciously determined not to be deprived of the reward of orgasm. 

In her mind's eye, Sally once more watched Mollie writhing under the lewd 
stimulation of Bart Williams' hands and mouth. Almost in a frenzy, Mollie's 
hands flew up to cup and pinch her own excited tits, flicking the rigid 
nipples with her thumbs until they spiked out to almost a fully inch in 
length. The double stimulation seemed only to increase the young scretary's 
arousal, and her supple torso undulated fiercely on the bouncing mattress of 
the loval bed. 

Sally Porter's long index finger made a tentative swipe along the crotchband 
of her panties. An instant tremor of excitement wracked her young boy, 
immediately followed by surprise as she found that her finger had come away 
wet. The young woman blushed furiously as she realized that her excitement 
had already led her to drench the crotch of her skimpy underpants with the 
secretions of feminine arousal. The very idea was at once both degrading, 
and somehow terribly lewd and exciting. Her finger retraced its moist path, 
lingering this time to plot the outline of her pouting little cuntal lips 
beneath the damp restraining silk. 

Sally's physical arousal and lewd mental fantasies had by now begun to blur 
until the excited young woman was no longer precisely sure where one left 
off and the other began. She felt as if she was watching the performance of 
Bart Williams and Mollie Curtis on a movie screen, envying their lustful 
activities, but at the same time her own intimate masturbating caresses 
served to give the erotic fantasy more personal immediacy, almost bringing 
it to life in her own body. 

Sally allowed her hands free access to her breasts and crotch as she 
concentrated fiercely upon the mental image of Williams and his secretary 
entwined on the stateroom bed. She could clearly picture the other woman's 
writhing body, almost able to reach out and touch her satiny skin, to stroke 
the rippling, straining muscles and tendons beneath that skin as Mollie 
Curtis arched her back, giving Bart Williams ever greater access to her 
crotch and torso. 

Sally Porter trembled violently on the sandy beach as her own probing 
fingers reached the elastic legband of her bikini panties and slipped 
tentatively inside. The electric contact of fingertips with the swollen lips 
of her pussy brought her back arching spasmodically upward off the soft 
ground. It was a totally new sensation to her, almost as if she had never 
touched her own genitals before, for indeed, she had never before touched 
them in just that way. Slowly, falteringly at first and then with greater 
confidence and expertise, those timid fingertips began to stroke and caress 
the moist lips of her cunt, evoking little tingling jolts of passion and 
pleasure from those labia. 

Sally recalled how she had stood in the fog, trembling with voyueristic 
arousal, watching Bart Williams suck and lick his scretary's hungry little 
snatch. After what seemed to be hours, but must have been mere moments, Bart 
withdrew his face from the hairy plane of Mollie's crotch, smiling lustfully 
as he stared up at her along the lush hills and valleys of her own naked 
body. Sally plainly heard the excited woman's soft groan of impatient 
frustration, and watched her hips jerk and undulate in tacit invitation to 
her watching lover. 

Bart Williams recognized the woman's sensual need, and was more than willing 
to accommodate her. Moving swiftly, he rose to a kneeling position directly 
between his secretary's widely-played thighs. In his new position, his 
stiffened cock jutted out above her prone torso like a magician's magic 
wand, in full view of Sally Porter where she stood at the open porthole. 

Sally had gasped, clapping a hand instantly to her mouth as she feared that 
the faint sound might carry to the people inside the cabin and alert them to 
her presence. Only in pictures from an old medical textbook had she ever 
seen a male penis before, and those old faded photographs had not even begun 
to hint at the massive proportions of such an organ at full arousal. Sally 
stood in awe of that glistening fleshy pole, her eyes lingering over its 
length and girth, devouring the blunt purple glans as it peeked out from the 
darker folds of foreskin. She plainly saw a pearly drop of seminal fluid 
glistening at the tip of Bart's cock, and imagined herself touching the 
silky flesh of his blood-engorged prick while he crouched there, waving it 
over Mollie Curtis' splayed crotch. 

Remembering there on the beach, Sally was strangely prompted to continue her 
lewd manipulation of her cunt. Now two fingertips cooperated in the erotic 
stroking of her pouting little pussy lips, evoking electric jolts of sensual 
delight with every stroke. At the same time, she continued the incitef ul 
manipulation of her own rigid little nipple bud, igniting a glowing warmth 
in her taut breasts that quickly spread outward to suffuse her entire upper 
body. Between the dual stimulations, Sally Porter was rapidly slipping past 
the point of erotic no return. 

In her mind, she plainly saw Bart Williams stroking and fondling his own 
erect cock, while his horny secretary looked on and moaned little cries of 
frustrated passion at the sight. At long last, when neither Mollie nor the 
hidden Sally were able to beat the strain of his teasing any longer, Bart 
shifted his pelvic position and guided the fat tip of his cock into burning 
contact with Mollie's waiting, needing pussy. The woman's entire body was 
seized by an instant spasm of erotic shock, arching upward like a bow off 
the mattress as she strove mightily to bring her cunt into closer 
conjunction with that pleasure-giving cock. 

On the beach, Sally Porter continued to stroke and manipulate her cuntal 
lips with ever more forceful strokes. Slowly, experimentally, one slim 
finger pressed between those swollen lips, probing and teasing at the moist 
coralline flesh within. 

The result was immediate and emphatic. Sally's body arched and quivered, 
much as Mollie's had under the teasing caress of Bart's thick cockhead. That 
comparison, along with the mental image and accompanying physical 
sensations, was enough to send Sally Porter over the edge into total sexual 
abandonment. She writhed there on the sand, her stiffened fingers probing 
ever deeper into the wet, hot mouth of her cunt, stroking and searching for 
the erotic secrets hidden there. 

Bart Williams had teased Mollie's tingling cunt with his prickhead for what 
seemed to be a very long time. The young woman's excitement continued to 
mount, until it seemed to Sally that Mollie must either lose consciousness 
from the intensity of her feelings, or else go hopelessly insane with 
passion. Bart too seemed to sense the impending sexual crisis within his 
curvaceous secretary, for suddenly he rocked back on his haunches there, 
totally withdrawing his penis from contact with the woman's steamy vagina. 

Mollie Curtis sat up instantly, propping herself on her elbows as she stared 
in bewilderment along the lush plane of her body to meet her lover's eyes. 

"Wha ... what ... why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly, her voice 
filled with painful frustration. 

"Tell me what you want," the man said tauntingly, daring Mollie to put her 
passion into words there as she lay naked before him. "Say it. Right now!" 

"Cock," Mollie said softly, staring enraptured at his pulsating organ. Then, 
louder, she repeated it. "I want your cock, Bart. Oh please, fuck meeeeee!!" 

Bart Williams growled wordless approval of the woman's final abasement and 
threw himself upon her, one hand going between their bodies to position his 
cock for the skewering thrust into her hungry cunt. Mollie Curtis fell back 
upon the bed with a full throated sigh of relief, her eyes closed and her 
lips curling upward in a satisfied little smile of personal triumph. 

Sally Porter had watched, entranced, when Bart suddenly plunged his hips 
forward, burying his massive pole of cock flesh to the hilt in Mollie's wet 
cunt with one skillful thrust. The woman twisted and writhed beneath him, 
clawed fingers raking at his back as her own hips established a rapid 
fucking rhythm to complement his. The cabin was instantly filled with wet, 
smacking, slithering sounds, as Sally Porter watched and listened to lusty, 
uninterrupted fucking. 

Lying on the beach, Sally could picture herself taking Mollie's place 
beneath the powerfully rutting businessman. Not that she particularly liked 
Bart Williams, or even knew him for that matter, but the entire mental 
picture was such that he had assumed the proportions of a mythical epic 
figure in her lust-dazzled mind. She imagined that his fingers rather than 
her own were even then plundering her crotch and kneading the stiff node of 
her nipple, driving her ruthlessly into a fury of passion. 

Sally's fingers made sudden, jarring contact with the little nub of her 
clitoris, causing her body to writhe and twist anew as she taunted and 
strummed the fleshy little pleasure button. She could feel her feminine 
secretions flowing wetly now, easing the passage of her fingers as first one 
probing digit and then another slipped down to explore the clasping elastic 
mouth of her vaginal channel itself. 

Never before had Sally taken such licentious liberties with her own ripe 
body, and although a twinge of regret and humiliated shame crept now into 
her mind, it was quickly washed away and drowned by a burgeoning tidal wave 
of lust. Her fingers pinched almost cruelly at the flesh of her excited 
little nipple, while the other hand now began to burrow deeper into her 
cunt, sluicing rigid fingers in and out of her vagina itself with a lewd 
fucking motion. 

In her mind Sally saw Bart Williams pounding his shaft of penile flesh deep 
into Mollie Curtis' pussy, driving both the woman and himself ever upward 
toward that plateau of total sensual release. Sally's driving fingers stove 
to help her get there with them, and she felt herself teetering almost on 
the brink of orgasm as she relived those voyeuristic moments on board the 
ship Orion. 

Just as Sally felt the prize of total climax within her grasp, something 
went terribly wrong with the erotic fantasy in her mind. The picture was 
somehow out of alignment now, and out of focus, seeming to tilt and slide 
beyond her grasp as an unexpected new element was introduced. The fucking 
pace of Sally's fingers gradually slowed, then stopped altogether as she 
swam reluctantly upward through the sensual haze to a level of grim reality. 

She had not finished watching Bart Williams and his secretary! She 
remembered it all clearly now, painfully clear in fact, the memories 
bringing a sob to her throat, causing her to go limp on the beach as she 
slowly withdrew hands from her blouse and panties. 

Mollie and Bart had never finished their lusty act of animalistic fucking, 
for at that moment, the Orion had given a sudden, powerful lurch to one 
side. Sally had been thrown from her feet, tumbling and sliding along the 
wet deck as the cruiser rocked and twisted, wallowing in the water. From 
somewhere below, beneath the water, a ripping, growling sound rose up to 
encompass her entire world. 

The ship had struck something! It was badly damaged, sinking! Now, hours 
later, Sally knew that the deadly barrier had been the island reef, hidden 
until the last fatal moment by the screen of ocean mist. That cruel rim of 
coral had gutted the cabin cruiser, dooming it to quick submersion and 
giving the passengers barely enough time to snatch up one or two prized 
belongings and fling themselves over the side into the ocean. There was no 
time even to lower the two lifeboats as the Orion shuddered and rolled in 
its death throes. Already the ship was sliding backward off the sharp coral, 
damaging itself further in its backsliding progress, ensuring rapid sinking 
once it was free of the reef again and into open water. 

Sally Porter dared not even risk a return to her cabin. She had no idea 
where Jennifer was, or if she was all right. There was time only to fling 
herself into the roiling water and paddle madly, swimming without certain 
direction until the bottom suddenly rose to meet her legs and she found 
herself on the narrow white beach of what she took to be an island. 

It had taken time, long torturous hours for the others to find their way 
ashore as well. Jennifer was there, thank God, along with Bart Williams and 
Mollie Curtis, who had somehow found the time to get dressed before they 
abandoned ship. Also alive and on shore were two bachelor friends, whom 
Sally had seen around the Orion and heard introduced to other passengers as 
Jack Morris and Tom Waverly. Finally, two members of the ship's crew had 
survived the ordeal, the captain, Phillip Pierce, and his mate, Jason White. 

And they were all of the survivors. The seven-man crew of the Orion, plus 
close to a dozen other passengers, had vanished along with the ship, sliding 
beneath the azure waves and leaving not a trace behind. 

Most of the day had passed in simply drying out and mourning the departed. 
Only toward evening had the men begun making tentative plans for rescue and 
survival. It had all been too much too soon for Sally, and she had walked 
for miles along the beach seeking peace and quiet, treasuring the solitude. 

Now, as darkness lowered about her and she lay still on the sand, flushed 
and breathing heavily from her own near-orgasm, Sally realized that she must 
make haste to get back to camp. As yet she had no idea what sort of dangers 
the island might hold by night, and she also did not want to have the others 
worrying about her or organizing a search party to find her in the darkness. 

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sally got to her feet and brushed the sand from 
her clothing. She quickly buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt, 
shrugging as she did so and putting her momentary weakness behind her as she 
made her way back to the camp. It was their last present link with 
civilization, that crude little camp, and she was suddenly eager to be back 
there, with other human beings, around the rosy glow of the camp fire they 
would have prepared. 

Suddenly anxious, Sally Porter picked up her pace and began to run. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

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. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Sally scarcely could force herself to look at Captain Pierce during their 
long walk back to camp, despite his several attempts at brief conversation. 
She answered him with little grunts and monosyllables, wishing heartily that 
he would have the decency to just leave her alone and let her try to forget 
the shame which her traitorous young body had inflicted upon her. When they 
returned to camp, Sally saw that Jennifer and Jason White had gotten there 
ahead of them, but she did not have the heart to face her young friend, 
preferring to sit by herself in a far corner of the camp, alone with her 
private thoughts and her secret humiliation. 

Neither Sally and the Captain nor Jennie and Jason had found any food for 
the group to eat, of course, but the other search parties had been more 
successful. Bart Williams and his curvaceous secretary, Mollie Curtis, had 
brought back with them some large orange fruit, rather like giant oranges, 
which, when opened, proved to be some sort of ripe and delicious melons. 
Meanwhile, Jack Morris and Tom Waverly, the two handsome young bachelors, 
had been even luckier, managing to catch what looked like a wild turkey for 
their evening meal. 

Sally helped Jennifer and Mollie prepare the primitive dinner, surprising 
her friend by her silence and refusal to discuss what she had done or seen 
on her jungle excursion with the captain. After several attempts at 
conversation, Jennie finally shrugged and gave up, working quietly over the 
meal preparations while casting curious sidelong glances at her friend. 

At last the dinner was ready, and Sally was rather surprised to find that 
both the bird and the strange melons were quite delicious. She enjoyed the 
meal, but was still unable to join in the casual conversation and joking 
which was general around the beach fire. After dinner, the men helped to 
clear the residue away, and then everyone prepared to turn in for the night, 
knowing that another day of scavenging for food lay ahead of them ... and 
perhaps many more similar days, for as long as they remained on the island 
and intended to survive there. 

Sally checked her watch as they prepared for sleep, and found to her disgust 
that it had stopped, apparently waterlogged, at noon at the previous day. Or 
had it been midnight? Or noon today"! She shrugged, not really caring, as 
she took the rusting watch off and flung it in the general direction of the 
surf. Another of her tenuous links with modern civilization was gone, broken 
and useless, wallowing in the froth of the breakers now before receding out 
to sea. 

Sally Porter slept alone, away from the others, shunning even the company of 
her best friend, Jennifer. It seemed to Sally that she no longer really new 
Jennie at all, or, after the scene in the jungle clearing that afternoon, 
perhaps she knew her all too well. 

Exhausted by her trying afternoon and lulled by the rhythmic pounding of the 
nearby surf, Sally sank into a quick, deep sleep. She began to dream, vague 
mental images of the island and her companions at first, gradually, ever so 
slowly changing into a jungle scene which she somehow felt that she could 
recognize. Something she had already seen. 

In her dream, Sally was moving slowly and cautiously along the same jungle 
trail she had walked with Captain Pierce that afternoon. She was looking for 
something or someone, homing on a strange yet familiar sound which seemed to 
issue from the forest greenery ahead of her, always within earshot, but 
somehow just out of reach. 

Now the sounds were drawing nearer, becoming somehow more immediate. She 
slowed her dreamy pace, certain that she was about to discover whatever or 
whoever it was that she had been seeking so earnestly. There seemed to be a 
break coming up in the trees and vines directly ahead, a clearing perhaps, 
and that clearing seemed to be the source" of the sounds which she had been 
following for so long. 

Sally was stretching out a hand now, slowly and cautiously drawing aside the 
leafy screen in order to peer into that mysterious clearing. She narrowed 
her eyes, craning her neck to stare through the deepening jungle dusk, eyes 
seeking, searching for she knew not what. 

What Sally saw there in the clearing stunned her. It was at once both 
strange and new, and yet totally, shockingly familiar to her. Her pulse 
heightened, her face flushed, and she almost turned away in acute 
embarrassment at what she saw. 

A nude man and woman lay within that clearing, holding one another tightly, 
their mouths locked together in a deep, searching soul kiss. A nagging sense 
of deja vu overwhelmed Sally, bringing her mind partially back to the actual 
scene she had witnessed that very afternoon, causing her to cringe with 
shame as she once more assumed the role of a prying voyeur, infringing upon 
the sacred privacy of two other individuals in their most intimate moments. 

Sally's mind wrenched at the muscles and nerve centers of her sluggish body, 
demanding that this time, at least this time, she turn away, exercise some 
moderate decency, and leave these rapturous young lovers in peace. She was, 
in fact, turning away from that fantasy scene, when her dream took one of 
those all too common unexpected turns, jarring her and riveting her 
attention once more. 

The bodies in the clearing shifted, twisting and writhing in mounting 
passion. The young woman twisted her head toward where Sally stood, her 
features at last becoming visible through an unruly tumble of honey-blond 
hair. Those features were naggingly, chillingly familiar, locking Sally's 
eyes on that in-citeful scene of naked lust in such a way that all thoughts 
of escape abruptly vanished. 

Sally Porter watched herself in that clearing, totally naked, and undulating 
slowly in the arms of a muscular young man who was both familiar and yet 
somehow faceless. She knew that if she could only stare harder, closer, she 
would magically recognize him, but the talent seemed to elude her always, 
and while she had no trouble recognizing her own face and figure there in 
the jungle clearing, the identity of her sex partner remained a secret, 
adding somehow an extra sense of arousal, incitement, the forbidden touch 
that is somehow necessary to totally satisfactory sex. 

Sally felt her own pulse quickening, her breathing changing gradually into a 
sort of panting rhythm as she beheld herself there, naked in the arms of a 
stranger. At a vague conscious level, she knew that this was all unreal, a 
dream, a fantasy, and yet ... there was something so terribly, chillingly 
real about it all. 

Amazing, she thought, how that fantasy touch of her nonexistent lover seemed 
to transfer itself to her sleeping body with almost physical reality and 
immediacy. The faceless young man was massaging her naked breasts now, 
cupping those firm milky mounds in his big hands and milking them, stroking 
the pliant flesh, paying particular attention to her stiffening rosy 
nipples, until her entire torso writhed and twisted with mounting passion at 
his caresses. And, in her dreamy state, Sally Porter was vaguely aware of a 
strikingly real tingling in her own breasts, aware of the stiffening of her 
nipples into twin exclamation points of mounting desire. 

A moaning sigh escaped from Sally's taut lips, signaling coming surrender 
both to her unusually responsive body and to the faceless mystery lover of 
her dreams. That lithe young man read the signal and acknowledged it gladly, 
pulling her firm breasts gently together and holding the rosy nipples mere 
inches apart, lowering his hungry, questing mouth to those tingling pleasure 
buds with an eagerness that wrenched another grateful sigh from Sally. 

Sally Porter moaned and undulated slightly in her sleep as those dream lips 
closed about the burning stem of one nipple, and a fiery, darting tongue 
lapped forward to lave and arouse the excited flesh of her nipple and 
aureole. The young woman's taut breast seemed to be on fire, with hot flames 
of budding lust lapping around her excited nipple and spreading rapidly 
outward to envelop her whole upper torso, bringing her back up off the firm 
ground in a lustful arch, presenting her tits like a living sacrifice to the 
avid mouth of her dream lover. 

It seemed incredible to Sally's drowsy mind that she could in fact derive 
such physical arousal from a mere dream. Nothing in Sally's limited 
experience had prepared her for such a vivid erotic experience. She supposed 
this must be what she had heard jokingly referred to as a "wet dream" by 
some of her friends, and indeed, she could now almost imagine that she felt 
her own feminine lubricant secretions beginning to flow between her thighs, 
preparing her cunt for the penile invasion that would inevitably, blessedly 
follow the foreplay she was then receiving. 

The faceless young man had now enveloped both of Sally's hot little nipples 
with his hungry mouth, engulfing a great mouthful of her breast flesh, 
pinning it roughly against the roof of his mouth and almost violently 
assailing the stiff little nipple buds with his flailing tongue, whipping 
Sally's burning nerve endings almost into a frenzy of aroused sensuality. 
The sleeping young woman almost imagined that she could feel the warm flow 
of saliva on her breasts as that imaginary tongue whipped across her 
nipples, and the hands which cupped her breasts tightly together seemed 
remarkably, startlingly real even in her present drowsy state. 

Sally stirred where she lay, shifting her body so that she now lay 
completely on her back, her proud young breasts thrusting upward to the 
night sky of the island. In her mind, it seemed that the faceless dream 
lover shifted with her, never even lifting his amorous mouth from her tits 
as he followed her motions, now straddling her full hips with his firm 
thighs, as if he was mounting a spirited mare for a brisk midnight ride. 
Sally moaned and writhed, taking pleasure in the feel of his thrusting cock 
and naked scrotum as they rubbed and chafed against the smooth flesh of her 
belly. 

But I'm not naked, Sally's drowsy mind reminded her at a semi-conscious 
level, and I couldn't really be feeling those things. To her surprise and 
passing embarrassment, she found that that realization brought a strong and 
immediate feeling of disappointment and frustration into her heart. 

Sally fled that frustration, gladly escaping backward into the erotic 
fantasy world of her dreams. In that swirling sensual world, her faceless 
lover had lowered his mouth from her tits, and was now licking and sucking 
his way downward along the fluttering plane of her flat stomach, homing 
unfailingly on the pulsing, waiting mound of her secret genitals. Sally's 
breath caught in her throat as his mouth paused at the tiny crater of her 
navel, his tongue tip swirling briefly about that sensual indentation, and 
then tracking wetly on toward the lightly furred triangle of pubic hair 
where her hungry pussy waited and yearned for him. 

Again, the sensations which carried over from Sally's wet dream had an 
almost physical reality to them, causing her to squirm erotically in her 
ever-mounting excitement. Her pelvis unconsciously picked up a rotating, 
humping little rhythm all its own, deliberately rubbing the downy flesh of 
her lower belly against her dream lover's chest and stomach, enjoying the 
insistent prodding of his big hot cock against her warm inner thigh. 

The man's searching, questing mouth was skirting the hairy triangle of her 
pubic area now, the pink tongue tip flicking with lighting speed back and 
forth as it traced the outline of that moist erotic forest. Sally's firm 
buttocks hovered above the ground, jerking and rotating as she silently 
beckoned those hungry lips to find their ultimate target, to close upon the 
waiting, pouting slit of her cunt and bring to her once and for all the 
blissful relief which she craved so badly. 

He was complying now, the lips, teeth and tongue edging through her pubic 
curls like some incredibly sensual lawnmower, plowing ahead through the 
downy tangle until his hot lips reached the apex of her cuntal slit. He 
paused there, his hot tongue tip flicking out once more, an experimental 
probe against and between those pouting pussy lips which sent an immediate 
jolt of electric sensual pleasure racing throughout Sally's entire torso. 

Sally Porter sobbed aloud her pleasure, so real did the ministrations of her 
mystery lover. Her clawed fingers dug deeply into the soft loam, her heels 
braced against the ground, tendons and muscles straining as she thrust her 
pelvis energetically upward against his hungry jaws, pumping her crotch into 
ever closer conjunction with those pleasure-giving lips. 

The young woman's entire lower torso seemed to be on fire as the man's mouth 
fastened upon her pussy in earnest, his fingers coming into play as he pried 
her cuntal lips smoothly apart, revealing the coralline lining within to his 
teeth, tongue and hands. A long shuddering sigh escaped from Sally's tight 
throat and she sagged limply backward on the ground, a little smile of 
relief and satisfaction playing across her face as she waited for that 
blessed pleasure-giving tongue to do its erotic work. 

The first touch of her lover's tongue tip upon the hot, steamy flesh of her 
inner pussy sent young Sally Porter into a writhing, twisting convulsion of 
desire. Her arms and legs thrashed briefly about, then went suddenly stiff 
as tree limbs, jutting outward at right angles from her body, fingers and 
toes clawing at the earth as if to keep her from drifting away on a wave of 
erotic excitement. 

It was all simply too much ... too powerful ... too exciting to be confined 
entirely to the world of dreams and fantasies. Why, oh why could she never 
seem to attain in real life the pleasures which such fantasies brought to 
her dozing mind? 

Her lover's hungry mouth sucked and gnawed energetically on the hot pink 
flesh of her cunt, his tongue swirling briefly about the clasping little 
mouth of her vagina before sweeping onward and upward to lap at the rigid 
little pleasure bud of her tingling clitoris. The man's hands left her 
crotch now as his mouth took control, and his palms were sliding smoothly 
upward along her naked sides, slipping easily over her rib cage to seize the 
weighty mounds of her tits. His thumbs and forefingers fastened tightly upon 
the erect stems of her nipples, twisting and tweaking that sensitive flesh 
until she cried out with a voice that had pain mingled with the pleasure. 

It was, perhaps, the instant of fleeting pain which brought Sally Porter's 
mind to a higher waking state, nudging her steadily but reluctantly out of 
her dream world and back to the plane of grimmer reality. Her eyelids 
fluttered, and a little moan of disappointment escaped her throat as she 
feared that the beautiful sensations she had imagined were now lost to her, 
slipping beyond recall as her dream receded in the distance. 

It took Sally a long, torturous moment to realize that, while she was indeed 
awake, the sensations inherent in her "dream" had not lessened in the 
slightest. In fact, although her befuddled mind could not at first 
understand what was happening, the feelings of erotic stimulation actually 
seemed to be growing stronger as she came back to full wakedness. 

Yes, there could be no doubt about it now. The tingling in her manhandled 
little budding nipples was mounting, growing with each passing second. The 
burning sensation in her aroused tits was not going away, but was 
increasing. And below, in the steamy canyon of her cunt, the lapping and 
swirling of her dream lover's marvelous tongue seemed more energetic and 
forceful than before, driving her inexorably on to ever-increasing heights 
of erotic arousal. 

Curious, and suddenly more than a little frightened, Sally pushed herself up 
on both elbows and glanced down the curvaceous vista of her own body. It 
took her a long moment to realize that her blouse was unbuttoned and thrown 
wide open, fully revealing the mounds of her breasts. Her bra had been 
unfastened somehow and pushed upward, out of the way, and two firm male 
hands now held her heaving tits, thumbs and forefingers manipulating the 
rigid nubs of her little cherry nipples exactly as she had imagined in her 
stirring erotic dream. 

A scream began worming its way out of Sally's tight throat and into her 
mouth but she bit it off for the moment, .her young mind still reeling with 
the intensity of the erotic sensations which washed over her. Her eyes 
continued probing the darkness, striving to learn exactly what was happening 
to her body while she slept, and who was responsible for that lascivious 
assault on her person. 

A man was kneeling ... rather, almost crouching, between her widely splayed 
thighs, and Sally could see now that her tight little skirt had been thrust 
up about her hips, fully revealing her loins to her would-be attacker. Nor 
were her skimpy little bikini panties an obstacle to his lust, for she could 
plainly see them now, laying beside her on the damp sand where he had tossed 
them as he skimmed them off of her buttocks and legs while she slept. And 
the man, whoever he might be, had taken full advantage of her impromptu 
nudity, for his slavering face was now buried in the hairy furrow between 
her splayed legs. 

It had not been a dream!! Sally Porter's mind reeled with the recognition 
that she had been ... in fact, was being assaulted sexually by a stranger 
who she had not yet even identified. Obviously, the man sucking and licking 
her burning cunt was one of the Orion survivors, but who, for God's sake, 
could it be? Her first thoughts flashed to Captain Pierce, who had taken 
advantage of her helplessness in the jungle clearing that morning, and she 
instantly suspected that he had come back for "seconds" after the others 
were asleep. However, as she stared hard at the top of her attacker's head, 
she realized that the thick curls of dark brown hair bore no resemblance 
whatsoever to the ship Captain's tight blond crew cut. 

Who, then, could it possibly be?? Sally's mind had only begun to wrestle 
with that thorny problem, but she found herself strangely unable to 
concentrate as the waves of erotic arousal continued to wash over her, 
emanating from the twin fountainheads of her manhandled nipples and her 
thoroughly sucked little pussy. She found, to her great dismay, that her 
traitorous young body was continuing to exert its same unconscious signals 
of response, her back arching and breasts thrusting eagerly upward, her 
pelvis rotating and elevating into closer alignment with the hungry, 
slavering mouth of her anonymous lover. 

A hot flush of shame and embarrassment rushed over Sally's pretty face as 
she recognized the same danger signals which she had experienced earlier 
that day with Captain Pierce. Her body was on the verge of betraying her, 
surrendering instinctively to the sinful desires of the flesh which she had 
so long guarded herself strictly against. Now, twice in one day, she felt 
herself slipping beyond the control of her normally strong will, becoming 
lost in some sort of erotic fantasy world which seemed at once both strange 
and threatening, and yet entirely natural. 

Burning tears of mingled shame and arousal erupted from Sally's tightly 
clenched eyelids, coursing their fiery paths down her smooth cheeks. A 
little sob was wrenched from her throat, but already her feelings were 
changing, merging from grief and shame into a sort of budding arousal, a 
sweeping surrender from which she instinctively knew that there would be no 
return short of total, mind-dizzying orgasmic relief. Slowly, almost 
reluctantly, her clenched fists relaxed, and, as if she was watching herself 
move again in a dream, her hands crept downward along her body, fingers at 
last reaching her lover's head. Hesitantly, ashamedly, she reached out the 
fingers of one hand to lightly stroke his curly brown hair. 

At that touch, at long last, the anonymous man seemed to realize that she 
was no longer sleeping. He glanced up from her splayed crotch, his lips and 
chin glistening in the moonlight with the hot gleaming juices of her own 
arousal. He smiled lecherously, feasting his eyes on her face and the 
luscious display of her nudity before he chuckled deep in his throat and 
then returned to his energetic sucking and licking of her excited pussy. 

Sally's mind swam as she collapsed weakly backward upon the firm, cool sand 
of the beach. To her great surprise and shock, totally unexpectedly, the man 
crouching between her legs, with hands clutching her tits and his hungry 
mouth pressed tightly against her dripping cunt, was the handsome young 
bachelor, Jack Morris! 

She could only imagine what prompted him to attempt this nighttime assault 
upon her sleeping body, but whatever had set off his lusty emotions and 
brought him to her side, it now seemed all too clear that she could bring 
herself to do nothing which might interrupt him, nothing which might deprive 
her of the ultimate pleasure and relief which she knew was coming in a 
matter of agonizing moments. 

As if on cue, in tune with the erotic tenor of her thoughts, Jack Morris 
rocked back on his haunches, shifting his position so that Sally had a 
complete view of his kneeling figure from where she lay prone on the ground. 
Another little gasp was torn from her throat as she saw that he was almost 
completely naked, clad, in fact, only in a skimpy pair of jockey shorts, the 
undergarments strained and dampened by the thrusting promontory of his 
surging, powerful penis. Obviously, he had come to her side that night 
totally ready to go through with and accomplish his lustful design. 

Morris was obviously conscious of Sally's eyes upon his near-naked body, and 
a tight little smile played across his face as he enjoyed the attention. He 
flexed his muscles, proud of the way they lengthened and rippled under his 
perfect tanned skin. At last, when he had treated her to enough of a 
preliminary show, he lowered his hands to the waistband of his shorts, 
slipping his thumbs inside as he began to lower those tight and clinging 
garments from his loins. 

Slowly, almost tauntingly, he slipped the moistened jockey shorts downward 
and off of his hips, wriggling slightly with an action that only increased 
the seductivity of his little strip show. At last, after seconds that 
dragged by like hours, his shorts were skimming down and away from the 
jutting rod of his taut, blood-engorged penis. That cock caught briefly on 
the elastic of his shorts, and as they slipped free his penis bobbled in the 
pale moonlight, riveting Sally's attention like the hand of some intensely 
erotic metronome. Peering closer in the half-darkness, she plainly saw a 
single pearly drop of seminal fluid gleaming at the slit in his blunt purple 
glans. 

Jack Morris seized his own long cock in one hand now, stroking it almost 
absent-mindedly, with long tingling strokes. Sally noticed that the organ 
seemed to grow at least another half inch under that manual stimulation. 
Finally, apparently satisfied with the condition of his penis and the erotic 
signals emanating from the fleshy pleasure-wand, Morris shifted his body 
angle once more, leaning sharply forward to support himself on one hand 
above her prostrate form, the other hand continuing to grip his rigid, 
pulsing cock. 

Sally waited, fearing even to breathe, for whatever the sexy young man had 
in store for her next. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again, almost 
fearing that he might evaporate in front of her very eyes if she so much as 
dared to look up at him, thereby depriving herself of the sexual arousal and 
joy which she somehow knew was in the immediate future. 

At length, after what seemed like an eternity but could have been only 
fleeting seconds, Sally felt the hot, smooth head of his cock sliding wetly 
upward along the tender flesh of her sensitive inner thigh. Sally was 
holding her breath now, her hands once more clenched into nervous fists as 
she waited ... waited ... for what? She had only a very general idea of what 
should happen next, and no idea at all of what precisely the aroused young 
man planned to do to her. 

She got her answer as the glans of his rigid cock made sudden burning 
contact with the pouting labia of her tingling little cunt. Slowly, 
gingerly, he traced those full nether lips with almost teasing gentleness, 
his own pre-ejaculate fluids mingling freely with her feminine secretions. 
Sally trembled almost uncontrollably now, her entire body seized by spasms 
of blossoming lust that made her feel like the victim of some strange, 
incurable palsy. And all the while, young Jack Morris continued his gentle, 
insidious assault upon the flesh of her burning, needing cunt. 

The man brought his fingers into the game once more, slowly, gingerly prying 
her cuntal lips apart for the second time, now allowing his cock head access 
where his lips and tongue had ventured to explore only moments earlier. The 
wet pink flesh of her cunt itself was fully exposed to the sliding caress of 
his blunt glans, and Sally was seized by new, more powerful tremors of 
mounting lust as that broad cock head brushed hotly against the rigid bulb 
of her clit, chafing and taunting that hard pleasure node in such a way that 
her entire body quivered and arched upward off the ground in a lascivious 
bow. 

Leaving her clitoris at long last, Morris brought his cock down and into 
alignment with the clasping, rubbery mouth of Sally Porter's once-virginal 
little vaginal channel. She winced slightly as she felt the now-familiar 
pressure of a penile probe against that tender and sensitive flesh, but she 
now likewise knew that the discomfort would last only a matter of seconds, 
and in her mounting surrender she resigned herself to wait it out. Indeed, 
there was no denying that already the slight feelings of tension and pain 
were fading, to be replaced by a definite feeling of lusty, sexual arousal. 

Sally felt cold beads of erotic perspiration breaking out all over the 
exposed surface of her luscious female body. She was trembling ever more 
violently, biting into her full lower lip in an effort to control the raging 
passion within her, and to ride with the surging emotions without peaking 
too soon. She opened her eyes, fixing them upon Morris's face, finding an 
expression there that told her that he, too, was finding it increasingly 
difficult to take the sex act calmly and slowly. The knowledge encouraged 
her, made her somehow stronger and more self-confident in her own female 
powers. 

Jack Morris's penis was probing ever more insistently at the elastic ring of 
Sally Porter's vaginal mouth, seeking entrance to the ultimate core of her 
sensual being. She wriggled her hips energetically, seeking to accommodate 
him in his quest, but he seemed intent on taking things in his own way and 
in his own time. 

Gradually, with almost torturous slowness, Morris began to worm his massive 
pole of genital flesh into her cuntal tunnel, evoking the slightest grimace 
of pain from Sally before she could relax enough to accommodate his entry. 
She could feel the walls of her tight, once-pure cunt rippling ahead of his 
surging penile head, retreating only to counterattack with clasping power as 
his cock head popped that first full inch inside her body. 

Sally's groan of pain changed quickly into a mewling little cry of mounting 
pleasure as her vaginal muscles relaxed enough to accommodate the blunt 
purple tip of her new lover's cock. She actually began to fuck back at him 
in that early stage of their coupling, her internal muscles sucking and 
nibbling at the super-sensitive tip of his organ in such a way that he was 
forced to grit his teeth, breath wheezing out of his throat as he, in turn, 
was subjected to a raging storm of unexpected genital sensation. 

A flush of shame rose to Sally's cheeks as she realized exactly what she was 
doing and with whom, fucking energetically at the probing cock of a man with 
whom she had never before even spoken. And yet, as soon as the puritanistic 
thought entered her mind, it was banished by a somehow more realistic 
understanding of her current situation. 

We're trapped, she told herself, and we may not be rescued for days or 
weeks, if at all. We are the only civilization now, each of us and all of 
us. There are no laws anymore, and nothing we choose to do can be considered 
wrong as long as no one is hurt! 

The young woman was rather surprised to find herself thinking in such 
strange, liberated terms, but in the fleeting moment before her mind was 
once more consumed by the raging fires of lust, she supposed that her 
reaction must be based upon the sudden removal of all civilized trappings 
from their lives. Thus, rather pleased with herself and her new logic, Sally 
returned her brain to the task at hand, the achievement of ultimate erotic 
satisfaction from her surprise lover's driving, skewering cock. 

Jack Morris, for his part, seemed equally lost in a vague sort of dream 
world, a fantasy universe which centered upon the point where his massive 
pole of cockflesh plowed relentlessly into the steamy little slit of Sally 
Porter's once-virginal cunt. 

Sally writhed and undulated on the ground, like the victim of a violent 
epileptic seizure. Her white teeth were clenched together, her eyes tightly 
shut, her clawed fingers searching upward above her to find Morris's 
shoulders and drag his muscular body down tighter on top of her own. She 
reveled in the erotic sensations which raged in her trim body, tossing and 
turning as she sought to wring every iota of feeling from the exquisite 
moment. 

Jack Morris was breathing heavily, his jaw grimly set as he determined to 
forestall his own climax until he was able to make Sally come. He could 
still hardly believe his own good fortune at finding her so receptive to his 
advances. When she had awakened, he had more than half expected her to cry 
out for help, and bring the other people in the camp racing to her rescue. 
Instead, she had responded, at first sleepily, unconsciously, but then, 
after a brief moment of hesitation, more energetically, and obviously aware 
of exactly what she was doing with him. Now, as they tossed and writhed 
together on the beach in the pale moonlight, the blond girl who had been a 
total stranger only moments before, and to whom he had still not been 
properly introduced, was giving Jack Morris the fucking of his life, 
whipping his senses onward and upward toward the inevitable explosive relief 
of orgasm. 

Morris felt the tingling, watery sensation between his legs which always 
served as the forerunner of sexual climax. The hot cauldron of his balls was 
stirring restlessly, and he could feel the roiling j ism there, churning, 
anxious to erupt down his long penile shaft and flow into the velvet 
receptacle of the young blond's pussy. He pumped faster, no longer fighting 
the coming explosion, as he sensed now that she was gaining on him, pushing 
desperately toward her own release, about to overtake and even surpass him 
in that race toward lustful oblivion. 

Sally Porter was rigid on the ground, only her hips and buttocks in motion 
now as she strained toward orgasm. Her erect nipples pointed skyward, 
grinding into the palms of Jack's hands as he captured those fleshy orbs and 
massaged them roughly, almost brutally. No pain existed for Sally now, as 
she drifted on the crest of a pre-orgasmic sensation wave which in only 
seconds would sweep her away and on to total fulfillment. 

She swiftly brought her taut legs up and around, behind Jack's ass, pinning 
his cock deep inside her. Her naked heels drummed against the taut 
hemispheres of his ass cheeks, pumping away so that his rampaging prick was 
forced even deeper inside her, complementing his own fucking strokes with a 
syncopated rhythm of her own which somehow heightened and broadened her 
excitement. On every single inward stroke she could now plainly feel his 
broad glans buffeting against the rubbery cup of her cervix, setting off 
jangling alarm bells of erotic pleasure at the base of her reeling skull. 

Time seemed to have no meaning, and matter no substance, as Sally gave 
herself finally and entirely to the sensations of the moment, surrendering 
the last vestige of her once-virginal, once "civilized" soul to the ecstasy 
which this stranger had inflicted upon her. She gloried in her wild 
abandonment, and in the sudden release from the restrictions of law and 
societal conventions. It was a triumph of both the heart and body. 

Sally Porter came with that thought dangling in her mind. The orgasm began 
as a nagging tingle between her widely-splayed thighs, then suddenly erupted 
into a raging fireball there, shooting its white-hot tendrils along the path 
of her spine to blanket the inside of her skull with streamers of gold and 
crimson. Her ripe young body stiffened, convulsed, arched upward off the 
ground in a rictus closely akin to death as she rode the tidal wave of 
ecstatic release, mind and body as one at that moment. 

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh! she groaned with her last remnant of conscious thought, 
struggling to keep her orgasmic cry at the level of a hoarse whisper for 
frear of waking and drawing the others. IIIII'mmmmmm 
ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!!!! 

Jack Morris followed her to that sublime plateau by only a few seconds, 
reading the familiar warning signals in his loins and nerve endings, 
hunching forward and skewering her wet open cunt with great humping 
piledriver thrusts of his spasming cock. He felt the reservoir of his balls 
overflow, actually experience the burning rush of semen along the bulging 
ducts of his cock, and groaned aloud in the night as the long creamy spurts 
of jism erupted with cyclone force into the cunt of his impromptu sex 
partner. 

They lay like that, locked together and trembling with the aftershocks of 
orgasm, for long, seemingly endless moments. At length, when the afterglow 
had begun to pale and the storm of erotic sensation had abated slightly, 
Jack Morris withdrew from her, sliding his rapidly deflating penis out of 
her wet vaginal sheath, rocking back on his haunches and exhaling a great 
sigh of mingled contentment and exhaustion. 

Sally Porter lay on the verge of unconsciousness, about to slip into the 
realm of dreams once more. So powerful had been the sexual experience, so 
overwhelming, that she felt on the brink of fainting, and lay still 
deliberately waiting for the moment of reeling conf usion to pass her by. 
She watched drowsily as Jack Morris sluggishly dressed himself once more, 
and she had the presence of mind to do the same, pulling her bra loosely 
into place and fastening several buttons on her filmy blouse, tugging her 
skirt down to cover her saturated loins. Then, with a sigh of total sexual 
exhaustion, she sank back upon the sand once more, already deeply asleep as 
her head came to rest on the cool, moist ground. 

In her dreams, Sally was once more in the arms of her faceless mystery 
lover, already mentally reliving what her spent body was much too tired to 
experience physically. She never saw young Jack Morris retreat to his place 
beside the shrinking camp fire, so lost was she in the erotic reverie of her 
own tight little dream world. She slept soundly, happy and at peace. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

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. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After their encounter at the swimming pond, Sally, Mollie Curtis and Bart 
Williams made it almost a ritual to go food hunting and gathering together, 
and more often than not their daily excursions ended at the swimming pond, 
or at some equally shady and secluded spot in the forest where they could 
undress, relax and enjoy each other without restraint. Sally found herself 
becoming more uninhibited by the day, and in only one respect did she 
consider herself the least bit prudish. 

Twice in their recent three-way encounters, Sally had seen Bart Williams 
inserting his cock with apparent glee in the clinging little rear channel of 
Mollie's rectum. The luscious secretary also seemed to derive great pleasure 
from the act, but on the one occasion when Bart had tried it with Sally, the 
young blond had refused him sternly, unable to suppress her fear of pain and 
the inbred idea that such action were somehow inherently unnatural and 
perverted. Williams had not pressed the issue, preferring to let Sally enjoy 
their sex together in the ways she felt most comfortable with. 

Their fourteenth day on the jungle island, the second weekly "anniversary" 
of the tragic shipwreck, was hot and muggy. Returning from their obligatory 
search for food, Sally and her two lovers decided to bypass their usual 
liaison in the jungle and go directly back to the beachfront camp, since the 
climate along the beach was kept considerably cooler by the nearness of the 
sea. They walked more slowly than usual through the forests, conserving 
their strength and talking softly among themselves as they strolled along, 
bringing home the daily take of melons, other fruit, and another of the 
turkey-like birds which had become a regular source of protein for the 
groups. 

Sally knew they were drawing closer to the beach as the trees about them 
began to thin out. Already she imagined that she could hear the voices of 
their comrades, and from the number of different voices which she could make 
out, she decided that all the others had decided to return early as well. 

When they were within perhaps a hundred feet of the treeline which would 
delineate beach and forest, Bart Williams put a restraining hand upon each 
of the women's arms, halting them in their tracks for a moment. 

"Hold on," he said softly, pausing with an ear cocked in the direction of 
the beach. "Something's going on here. Let's take us a little look-see." 

Together, and feeling very daring as they crept through the trees like spies 
on some secret mission, the man and two women neared the breaking-off line 
of the trees. Cautiously, slowly, they peered through the lush greenery and 
down onto the white sand ribbon of beach which separated them now from the 
azure sea. 

Something was indeed "going on" at the beach camp, for all the other members 
of the little community were on hand. Sally quickly counted heads and saw 
that Captain Pierce and Jason White were there, along with her friend 
Jennifer Tendall and the two handsome young bachelors, Jack Morris and Tom 
Waverly. They were all milling around, and at that moment it seemed to Sally 
that Jennie was the immediate center of attraction for the four men. 

After a long moment, in which Bart Williams whistled softly between his 
clenched teeth, Sally suddenly, jarringly realized what was wrong with the 
scene spread before her eyes. Of late, she had become so comfortable with 
her own total freedom in the threesome she had formed with Bart and Mollie, 
that impromptu nakedness had ceased to affect her. But now, to her 
considerable dismay, she noticed that Jennifer and all four of the men were 
stark staring nude! 

Sally looked closer, now seeing that Jennie indeed was the center of 
attention in that nudist gathering. The men had all grouped themselves 
around her, and she almost seemed to be doing some sort of hypnotic little 
ritual dance, undulating and slithering for their viewing enjoyment, while 
they stretched out their hands from time to time to caress, stroke and 
fondle some favorite part of her curvaceous, writhing anatomy. 

Sally admitted to herself that she would not have been at all surprised to 
find Jennifer naked and alone with Jason White, but she was frankly stunned 
to find her sporting her charms in front of four naked men, obviously 
enjoying their lewd attention and manhandling of her tremulous flesh. Bart 
Williams had no such qualms or hesitations about what he saw, however, and 
with a lusty shout of "Let's go!" burst through the trees and onto the 
beach. Sally saw that he was already stripping off his clothing as he ran, 
practically naked by the time he got within twenty yards of the circling 
nudist groups. 

Sally and Mollie exchanged furtive little glances, Sally looking curious and 
concerned, the luscious secretary's face wearing a flush of mounting 
excitement. Sally read the message written there, but before she could utter 
any word of caution or hesitation, Mollie had followed Bart out of the trees 
and onto the strip of white sand, her blouse trailing uselessly from one 
outstretched hand and her pink tits gleaming in the late afternoon sun as 
she ran. 

Sally still hesitated, undecided as to how far her newfound sexual freedom 
could carry her. So far, she had acquiesced in the lusty little trio with 
Bart and Mollie, but the scene on the beach was quickly shaping up into an 
all-out sex orgy. Already Bart Williams had found a place in the trotting, 
growling circle around Jennifer, and the group of men was dividing, Jack 
Morris and Tom Waverly now transferring their lecherous attentions to the 
rapidly stripping Mollie Curtis, who seemed to be enjoying their advances 
immensely. 

Sally moved slowly out of the trees and onto the beach, walking like a woman 
on the verge of a catatonic state, her bare feet scuffling on the fine sand. 
She told herself in a sluggish mental voice that she had no intention of 
joining the others in their debauchery. She would not ... could not ... 
submit to such group sex, without inhibitions or restraints. It was wrong. 
Perverted. Unnatural. 

All the while she was walking, drawing steadily closer to the two whirling 
groups of men and women which had now begun to merge and flow together, 
Jennie and Mollie moving to center stage as the men grappled at them and 
pulled them down, pawing their naked flesh and tugging them to the earth, 
clambering over them as each man sought some bodily orifice into which to 
thrust his rigid cock, thereby venting his lust. 

Sally could not believe her stunned eyes. She was standing directly behind 
Captain Phillip Pierce, watching his naked, sweating back heave as he 
struggled to pry Mollie's thighs farther apart, remembering what his rigid 
cock had felt like inside her body, his hot jism blanketing the inside of 
her womb. 

Slowly now, almost unconsciously, certainly without pausing to think through 
the consequences of her action, Sally found herself stretching out a hand to 
tap Pierce lightly on the shoulder. Surprisingly, he turned to her at once, 
not in the least irritated at being so rudely interrupted on the very verge 
of screwing the sexy woman who lay before him. 

Pierce's handsome face broke into a broad smile at sight of Sally Porter 
standing there before him. "Hey," he cried jovially, his voice lacking the 
expected dripping tones of animal lust, seeming somehow totally at peace and 
free, "I've been wondering where you were. I'm glad you decided to join us." 

Sally shook her head dumbly, but all in vain, for Pierce was already 
reaching up for her, drawing her down beside him in a kneeling position 
while Tom Waverly smoothly took his place between Mollie's writhing thighs. 
The Captain's fingers were working busily at the buttons of Sally's blouse, 
despite her ineffectual protests and half-hearted efforts to resist him, 
peeling the useless garment off of her naked shoulders now to reveal the 
proudly quivering cones of her naked breasts, each surmounted by a cherry 
little nipple which was already stiffening into pronounced erection. 

Pierce cupped and fondled those flowing mounds of breast flesh, brought his 
mouth down upon them and enveloped one of her burning nipple buds in his hot 
oral cavity. The world swam around Sally and she felt herself sinking slowly 
down onto the fine sand as his tongue flicked into action upon her nipples, 
teasing and taunting first one and then the other, driving her into a 
paroxysm of ever mounting passion with each stroke. 

As Sally reclined upon the sand, sighing in grim resignation under the 
sucking and licking of her tits, she felt new hands upon her, busying 
themselves with the fastenings of her skirt, releasing the garment at her 
waist and then tugging it down the trembling shafts of her thighs and 
calves, totally stripping her as she lay writhing there on the white beach. 
Curious without being alarmed, Sally craned her neck to see who it was who 
had finished the task of undressing her, and found herself staring into the 
lust-glazed eyes of the Orion's first mate, Jason White. 

The young woman had no time to evaluate that mental image or to read the 
expression on White's young face, for he immediately ducked his head 
forward, plunging his nose and mouth into the curly forest of her pubic 
triangle, locking his eager lips tight against the swollen little nether 
lips of her pussy. Sally's body convulsed, arching upward off the sand at 
the dual oral stimulation of Pierce's mouth on her nipples and White's 
tongue probing and slurping along her vaginal furrow. 

As she lay there, undulating with slow, almost unconscious surpentine 
response to multiple carnal assaults upon her naked body, Sally retained the 
presence of mind to glance about her, collecting fragmented mental images of 
the orgy in progress on every side. She caught a fleeting picture of Mollie 
Curtis, head lolling from side to side as Tom Waverly energetically skewered 
his prick in and out of her cunt with loud slurping noises. 

Sally's head lolled to the other side, catching a blurred image of Jennie 
Tendall and the two men who had pounced upon her nude form. Jack Morris 
crouched between her legs, his face buried in the forest of her pubic curls, 
sucking her cunt avidly just as Jason White was even then sucking Sally's. 
At the same time, businessman Bart Williams was straddling Jennifer's chest, 
fondling the fleshy orbs of her breasts with one of his big hands while he 
used the other to guide his stiff penis into contact with her lips. While 
Sally watched, she saw Jennifer seem to pass on into a trance-like state, 
eyes rolling back in her head while her pink little tongue tip flicked out, 
making experimental contact with the underside of Bart's gleaming purple 
glans. 

Sally Porter had no more time to gather mental images of what was happening 
to the people around her, so intense were the feelings which even then were 
being evoked in her own twisting, churning body. Jason White was running his 
tongue energetically along the entire juicy length of her tiny cuntal slit, 
and at the same time, Phillip Pierce was cupping both of her tits in his big 
hands, compressing them until he was able to cover both of her nipples with 
his gnawing mouth at the same time, driving her even wilder with passion at 
the unusual form of dual stimulation. 

Sally's head lolled from side to side on the fine, soft sand, her silken 
blond hair shimmering about her face in a glistening golden wave, 
complementing and contrasting with the native-dark tan of her flesh. A ruddy 
flush of passion was visible now in her cheeks, and her mouth was open, her 
breath wheezing from between pearly little teeth in airy, panting gasps. 

Sally was lingering on the very brink of orgasm, and she knew it. In spite 
of the way her mind cried out for her to dissociate herself from the wild 
orgiastic scene, she found that she had become inextricably involved, and 
was even more stunned as she realized that this was what she had craved all 
along, that she would not, in fact, have had it any other way at all. 

Jason White's hot tongue tip was doing crazy, unbelieveable things to her 
vagina, swirling around the clinging mouth of her cuntal channel with fiery 
strokes, then tracking deliberately onward and upward to taunt the tingling 
little pleasure bud of her clitoris until she rocked and writhed with 
passion. 

Sally felt her orgasm waiting in the wings, lurking at the rear of her mind, 
taut and wound up like the tension spring of an alarm clock, about to unwind 
with shattering explosive force, shooting out the now-familiar fiery 
tendrils of ecstatic release that she now craved. The young blond's entire 
body began to tremble from head to toe, as if in the vise-like grip of some 
wild, uncontrollable palsy. 

Phillip Pierce and Jason White seemed to recognize the storm warning signals 
of Sally's approaching orgasmic outburst. They exchanged furtive little 
glances, one to another, and then suddenly began to shift their positions, 
tugging and pulling at Sally as if they sought to change her position on the 
ground. Both men were breathing heavily, their eyes glowing like hot coals 
as they concentrated intently upon their latest task at hand. 

Sally was shocked by the sudden withdrawal of those inciteful hands and 
mouth from her yearning tits and cunt. She glanced hurriedly about, a moan 
of almost angry frustration escaping between clenched teeth as she scanned 
the two men with curious eyes. 

"Wha ... why ... why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly. "What are you 
trying to do??" 

Neither man answered verbally, merely gesturing for her to cooperate as 
their hands struggled to reposition her pliant young body. Sally went along 
with the charade grudgingly, only hoping that she would receive some other 
form of stimulation and gratification in short order. 

Now Sally found herself being turned over and half lifted at the same time, 
tugged and hauled into a semi-erect position until she was poised on her 
hands and knees, with one of the men at each end of her body. She poised 
there, like a small child imitating some sort of wild animal, her watery 
blue eyes locking firmly with Phillip Pierce's gaze and reading an 
expression of unadulterated lust. 

Phillip was kneeling directly in front of her now, his long rigid cock 
spiking outward from his loins and wavering directly in her face, on a level 
with her lips and nose. Sally was both fascinated and repelled by the sight, 
staring at that fleshy wand of passion like a bird hypnotized by the 
approach of a snake. She focused her eyes on the pearly drop of semen which 
glistened at the cyclopic eye of his purple glans, catching the sunlight and 
reflecting it back at her with almost dazzling intensity. 

Sally was at first curious and uncertain about what Pierce wanted her to do, 
but the last trace of uncertainty vanished as he swung his hips slightly 
forward, bringing the wet tip of his cock into nudging, tingling contact 
with her full and sensuous lips. She cringed slightly, feeling the slick 
traces of his pre-ejaculate fluid left behind on her lower lip by his cock. 
She flicked out her tongue unconsciously, tasting the salty residue of his 
jism and finding it not at all unpleasant. 

The Captain's hips surged forward once more, and again his purple glans made 
nagging impact upon her lips, forcing those lips apart this time and nudging 
against her pearly white teeth. Sally recoiled instinctively from the 
intimate oral contact, but Pierce would not let her escape, fishing a hand 
forward to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he held 
her head tightly in place, her lips grazing lightly against the tip of his 
prick. 

Sally Porter was mentally debating whether she should give Pierce what he 
obviously wanted or make some effort to break away from her captors and run 
naked into the forest to hide. The issue was suddenly taken out of her hands 
and mind, however, by a sudden touching sensation at the opposite end of her 
body, reminding her of the presence of Jason White, whom she had all but 
forgotten as Pierce's cock entranced her. 

From the feelings which enveloped her lower body, tingling outward from her 
hips and loins, White was obviously kneeling between her slightly spread 
thighs, waggling his long hard prick in chafing contact with Sally's freely 
juicing cunt. She shivered with uncontrollable little tremors of lust, 
incited once more to a high level of erotic excitement by the continuous 
driving impact of White's blunt cock tip against her clitoris and tight 
little vaginal mouth. 

It was not her cunt, however, which seemed to interest the Orion's first 
mate primarily. To her great surprise, Sally now felt the wet tip of his 
prick leaving her ripe cuntal furrow, tracking moistly upward into the deep 
cleft between her taut, plump ass cheeks. As she knelt there, cringing and 
trembling, she felt the first tentative contact of that blunt fleshy 
instrument against her puckered little anal sphincter. 

The young blond woman was instantly repulsed by what Jason White obviously 
wanted from her. She had refused Bart Williams the same intimate act, and 
she had no intention now of allowing a virtual stranger to penetrate her 
virginal little asshole. 

Jason White was insistent, however, and while Phillip Pierce held Sally 
pinned by the head and neck, his long cock tracing continuous wet patterns 
along her full, panting lips, Jason seized her about the hips and began 
nudging his cock more insistently forward against the cleft of her ass. A 
sudden spasm of pain seized Sally's entire torso as the blunt head of his 
prick pushed inexorably against the clinging little outer ring of her 
rectum. 

"No!! Stop it!!" she cried hoarsely, in real pain now. "I can't take it 
there! It's too big!!" 

Jason White only snickered, a deep, lusty and somewhat evil sound, deep in 
his throat. His hips churned inexorably forward, worming his cock deeper 
into Sally's clinging little asshole, until suddenly the entire 
helmet-shaped head popped inside with a little plopping, sucking sound. 

Sally gasped aloud, almost gagging at the waves of burning pain which washed 
over her now. She squirmed her body forward, struggling to escape that cruel 
penile invasion of her virginal asshole, but all in vain. Her surging 
forward movements only served to force her sensuous lips tighter against the 
tip of Phillip Pierce's penis, and as Sally opened her mouth to cry out in 
pain, the Captain took the opportunity to slip his cock half way into the 
warm, moist cavern of her pulsating mouth. 

Sally felt totally lost for an interminable moment, gagging on the girth of 
Pierce's slick penis as it buffeted forward against the back of her throat, 
and at the same time pinned and helpless with the burning agony of Jason 
White's thick cock burrowing ever deeper into her cringing little asshole. 
Her body twisted and writhed, while squealing little wordless cries for help 
slipped from her mouth around the fleshy gag of Pierce's penis. 

The two men had Sally pinned now, skillfully trapped between them and with 
no possible hope of escape from their dual lascivious fucking of her mouth 
and virginal rectum. It was almost too much for Sally, to have those men 
possessing her in two ways she had never attempted before, forcing her 
simultaneously into acts of both lewd oral sex and increasingly uninhibited 
ass-fucking. 

Jason White was driving his penis ever deeper into the tight channel of 
Sally's never-before-fucked little rectum, grunting with the exertion and 
quivering slightly as he savored the sensations which her clinging rectal 
walls evoked from the passion-charged staff of his cock. Finally, with one 
mighty thrust that rocked Sally's curvaceous frame, he buried his long prick 
to the hilt in the blond girl's tight, clasping ass. 

Sally was in too much pain now for even Pierce's thick cock to completely 
stifle her cry of outrage. She was mewling little cries of pain constantly 
now, her entire body writhing in an effort to escape the cruel double 
ravishment she was experiencing. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!!!!" she moaned around that gagging filling rod 
of cockflesh. "Sssssssttttttoooooopppppp!!!! You're killing 
mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee-ee!!!!" 

Her cries and pleas did nothing to dissuade Jason White and Phillip Pierce 
from their course of action. If anything, they now redoubled their efforts, 
White skewering his cock in and out of Sally's asshole with mounting speed, 
noting with silent satisfaction the way in which her clinging rectal muscles 
seemed already to be loosening slightly, expanding to accommodate the 
skewering passage of his rampant penis. 

At the same time, Phillip Pierce had taken up a similar fucking rhythm of 
his own, sliding his thick pole of cockflesh in and out of the wet oval 
formed by Sally Porter's red lips. The girl had been forced to relax her 
throat and tongue muscles in order to keep from strangling, and in an effort 
to find some minimal comfort in her intolerable situation, she was 
constantly shifting her tongue from side to side in the cavern of her mouth. 
Unconsciously, she had actually begun to lick and stroke the underside of 
Pierce's skewering cock with her hot tongue, only succeeding in inciting him 
to ever more powerful thrusts of his pelvis and hips. His blunt penile head 
buffeted strongly against her palate, clogging the circle of her throat on 
every inward thrust. 

Sally felt as if she was on the verge of unconsciousness, her limbs 
trembling and threatening to spill her face downward onto the sand in total 
collapse, thus freeing her from the two cocks which pinned her like a 
roasting hen on a spit at a barbecue. 

Pierce and White were determined not to let her fall, however, and they 
managed to support her in her crouch without missing a single fucking beat 
of their energetic double rape. Above the sluicing wet fucking sounds 
generated by the two cocks slicing into her body, Sally could also detect 
other sounds, the mounting passionate cries of the other avidly fucking 
people on either side of her. From what her addled brain could hear and 
digest, it was obvious that all of the others were by now far along on the 
dizzying road to orgasm. Sally was certain that she could pick out the high 
voice of her best friend, Jennie Tendall, crying out breathlessly, 
"IIImmmmmm ccccuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!!! Jesus, I'm 
ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!!!!" 

There was little time for Sally to take in the rest of those sounds, 
however, for now her own body was taking over, betraying her once-ironclad 
sense of what was right and wrong, what was natural or perverted, and she 
found herself almost unconsciously responding to the lewd double fucking 
Jason and Phillip were administering to her mouth and asshole. 

Sally began to tremble, not with pain now, but with mounting lust and 
passion. Electric little shivers of desire raced the length of her twisting 
spine, setting her nerve ends jangling. She felt herself about to explode in 
the blissful oblivion of climactic orgasm, and she welcomed the feeling as 
it rapidly raced forward to engulf her body, mind and soul. 

Pierce and White, avidly fucking Sally Porter in her mouth and clinging 
little asshole, could plainly sense the turnabout in her attitude toward 
their actions. Detecting her sudden receptiveness, they redoubled their 
fucking efforts now, churning their twin cocks into her with ever increasing 
vigor, driving her inexorably onward toward the mutual release which they 
all needed and craved so badly. 

All other sounds around that avidly fucking, sucking trio had ceased, and 
Sally Porter noted that sudden silence with a tiny corner of her conscious 
mind. She opened her slitted eyes a notch further, risking a quick glance 
around before shutting them tightly once more, almost as if afraid that the 
magic erotic spell which entranced her might somehow be broken. She saw 
clearly that the other five members of their tiny island community had 
finished their own uninhibited sexual acts, and had now formed a ring around 
her and her two lovers, avidly devouring every movement of their three 
bodies with rapt attention. 

Suddenly Sally felt as if she was at center stage somehow, the star and main 
attraction of a lewd, pornographic film or play. Oddly, where the very idea 
would once have repulsed her as much as the thought of taking a man's penis 
in her mouth or ass, it now seemed only to excite and arouse her further, 
stimulating her to even wilder fucking and sucking gyrations, as if she was 
determined to satisfy not only her dual lovers, but the members of her 
impromptu audience as well. 

Sally had taken particular erotic delight in the broad smile which graced 
the face of her best friend, Jennie Tendall. Sally supposed that Jennie was 
satisfied now, having at least been indirectly responsible for Sally's 
learning to become a true woman at long last. 

Such philosophical thoughts were beyond Sally now, however, as she locked 
her mind on the narrow and all consuming goal of explosive orgasm. She 
sucked and licked strenuously at Phil Pierce's cock, and all the while her 
ass cheeks were fucking back at Jason White's driving cock, challenging the 
ship's mate to bury even more of his rigid genital flesh deep inside her. 

Sally felt her climax coming like the approach of a runaway express train 
which threatened to run her down and flatten her in its passing. She began 
to shiver and quake, trembling from head to toe as her muscles answered a 
primeval call over which she had absolutely no control whatsoever. Her head 
was spinning now, the world reeling before her narrowed eyes, sound first 
blaring and then fading out so completely that she thought she must have 
gone suddenly deaf. Nothing existed for Sally Porter but her own 
all-consuming need, and the driving, skewering action of the two hot cocks 
which promised to fulfill that need in short order. 

Young Sally Porter came with the force of a miniature nuclear explosion, her 
entire luscious torso writhing and heaving as if in the throes of a powerful 
epileptic seizure. Her muscles and tendons alternately tensed and relaxed, 
activated by the racing hot and cold chills which dominated her jangling 
nerve endings. Her long blond hair shimmered and danced about her heaving 
face, slightly obscuring the action of her swelling cheeks as she sucked all 
the more avidly at Phil Pierce's penis. 

As Sally climaxed explosively, her tight little rectal muscles transmitted a 
silent but forceful signal of success to Jason White's pistoning prick. The 
ship's mate felt those internal muscles seize his penis as if in a violent 
death grip, wringing electric jolts of pure erotic sensation from his glans 
and penile shaft as they struggled to hold him, imprison him in the velvety 
depths of her bowels. Jason groaned aloud, then shouted his rushing bliss as 
the milking action of Sally's ass muscles drove him, too, over the verge of 
climax and into the misty, swirling bottomless pit of orgasm. 

"Christ!" Jason grated between tightly clenched teeth. "She's making me 
ccccuuuummmmmmmm!!!" 

An awed sound went up from the tiny group of spectators as the man's body 
went rigid in turn, every tendon and vein standing out beneath his tan flesh 
like steel cables. Inside Sally's tight little ass, his prick seemed to 
suddenly balloon to twice its size, and then the dam broke, flooding Sally's 
clinging insides with a creamy flow of jism, blanketing her rectum with the 
outpouring of Jason White's sperm. 

That white-hot eruption in her asshole suddenly pushed Sally over the edge 
for a second orgasm of even more shattering proportions. Her ass continued 
to nibble and milk at Jason's captive cock, and now her lips and tongue 
redoubled their efforts of Pierce's penis, determined that he should not be 
left out of that mutually blissful moment. 

Sally had nothing to fear on that account, however. Captain Phillip Pierce 
was already on the very razor's edge of climax when she strengthened her 
oral assault upon his cock, and that final added stimulus was enough to 
trigger his own climactic explosion of release. Sally almost choked as his 
cock, stiffened and pulsated, jerking spasmodically in the grip of a passion 
which is beyond control. 

Phil Pierce's semen erupted into Sally's hot little mouth in a milky flood, 
threatening to drown her in the fruits of his lust. She reacted quickly, 
more by instinct than by conscious thought, swallowing swiftly and gulping 
down every last drop of the ship captain's super-heated jism. To her 
considerable surprise, Sally found the taste of that life-giving elixir not 
at all unpleasant, sufficient in fact to prompt a third orgasm on her part, 
and her most powerful of the day. 

At length the lustful trio separated, feeling no compulsion to utter 
meaningless endearments or pleas for forgiveness. The entire company relaxed 
there on the white sand in the waning afternoon sun, relaxing for what 
seemed a blissful eternity, but which, judging by the progress of the tropic 
sun on its slow slide down the sky, could not have been more than an hour or 
so. 

Their spell was abruptly shattered when Jack Morris rose to his feet, moving 
lazily from his present position in search of a more shady spot in which to 
rest. Before turning toward the jungle tree line, Morris allowed his eyes to 
briefly scan the vista of the ocean, and they were riveted there by 
something which stunned him and brought a strangled cry to his lips. 

"A ship!" he croaked hoarsely, sounding as if he was reluctant to accept the 
evidence of his own eyes or the report of his own voice. Slowly, he repeated 
the message. "A ship ... yes ... right out there!" 

The others all followed his pointing finger with their eyes, picking out the 
growing white speck which now marred the blue horizon. Muttered words of 
wonder and disbelief were quickly exchanged, along with some half-hearted 
hand wringing, back-slapping and hugging. Their elation began to fade 
quickly, however, and the joyful expressions on their faces slid one after 
another into frowns that mirrored worry, concern, and something very much 
like regret. 

The group had sat in grim silence for what must have been five full minutes, 
no one speaking, every eye turned outward from the little island which had 
become their world, riveted upon the steadily growing white dot which was at 
last their link and lifeline to a tenuous thing called civilization. At long 
last, it was Sally Porter who gave voice to the question that preyed on 
every mind. 

"What do we do now?" she asked grimly. 

* * * 

The three young sailors stood on the white sand beside their lifeboat, 
frothy surf washing about their ankles, drenching their shoes and pants 
legs. One of them wore the insignia of a ship's officer on his stiff white 
collar, and the others were dressed in the garb of ordinary working seamen. 

"You sure this is where you saw 'em, sir?" The question came from a grizzled 
old sea dog who stood nearest to the lifeboat. 

"No doubt about it, Schmidt," the young officer replied. "There were four or 
five of them at least, probably more. And they were right here." 

"But sir, this island has never been inhabited. You know that." 

"I know what I saw, mister." The officer was becoming angry now, more at his 
own frustration and uncertainty than at the verbose sailor. 

The trio stood together in grim silence for long moments, their eyes 
scanning the nearby jungle for any signs of life, and finding none to fasten 
on. A dull ache of certain failure was growing steadily within the young 
officer, and he feared it, hated to give in to it. 

He had no choice. "Well, Christ," he swore at last, spitting onto the sand, 
a signal of final resignation. "We don't have the men or the time to search 
for anyone in the forest." 

"No sir," the two seamen answered as one, glad that their superior was 
regaining his senses at last. 

"Very well," the officer said with a tight grimace. "Prepare to cast off." 

They clambored back into the lifeboat, one of the seamen pushing it outward 
and free of the clinging sand, then joining the others inside. They bent to 
their oars, moving swiftly now in spite of the breakers which beckoned and 
tugged them back toward the pristine shore. 

After they had passed through the surf, not far from the line of the reef 
which broke the water's surface with a jagged line of white foam, the 
officer paused and looked back. A sound had come to his ears, and he glanced 
to the other sailors, but they had either heard nothing or were afraid to 
acknowledge the evidence of their own ears. Still he glanced toward the 
beach, and for one fleeting instant he could have sworn that he caught a 
glimpse of a young woman, blond and beautiful, naked and unashamed, standing 
there at the rim of the trees and waving. Waving at him! 

The officer started to lift his hand in an answering wave and then thought 
better of it. He passed a hand over his eyes, and when he looked back to the 
beach, the golden image of Venus was gone, withdrawn like a wraith into the 
jungle. 

He turned back toward his men, bending to his oar with a muttered curse that 
the other men studiously ignored. He could hear the sound again now, knew 
that they had heard it as well, but were deliberately ignoring it in order 
to mock him and make him look like a fool. 

Never mind. He had heard the sound, and recognized it, filed it away for 
future reference in a portion of his mind which he reserved for dreams and 
pleasant fantasies that never saw the light of day. Oh yes, he had 
recognized that sound. 

Laughter. 


THE END
