Unknown - Island of terror

Then I was pulled back to my own situation as Vince started pumping faster and faster into me. My slit was only inches from my face as my ankles pressed against my ears. I had a really close view of my drooling fuck box and Vince's cock as it slid in and out of my body. I could see the thin film of oily slickness on his tool as it emerged each time.

My body shivered as I fought to stay completely detached from the powerful fucking my body was undergoing. I could actually see where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth against my clitty, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging through my cramped, squashed body.

It was a strange experience indeed, to watch that long rounded shaft emerge from the depths of my body, and then slide back effortlessly inside me. I could feel every inch of it as it drove down the length of my fuck tunnel and smashed against the deep end of my box.

I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. If he didn't stop soon, I'd have an orgasm, I knew. How would I live with myself after that? What was wrong with me anyway, to react like this?

Then he stuffed it down into me with a last brutal lunge that buried it completely. I felt it shiver and spasm inside me and then white splashing jism poured down into my belly as he emptied out his seed. His cock really spewed out a huge amount of sperm, spraying it into me like his cock was a hose filling my gas tank.

My body spasmed in response, orgasmic pleasure sending tingles through my spine, flooding my body with grateful fulfillment. It thankfully didn't last long, and wasn't an uncontrollable cum. I was sure he didn't detect it, in the midst of his own orgasm like he was.

Then he rolled off with a satisfied grunt, leaving me lying exhausted, spreadeagled in the sand. He walked over to where Jack was ass fucking Wendy, standing there beside Larry, and pulling his pants back on.

A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Wendy's asshole, and then drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

He let her asshole suck his cock dry and then slowly got to his knees, and then his feet.

"Wonder how fast you swim now you got bow legs," Larry sneered. The other two roared with laughter, and Jack pushed her face into the sand again with his foot. Then the three of them wandered off together, leaving me and Wendy lying there.

As soon as they moved away I got to my knees and crawled over to Wendy. She was in bad shape. Her whole body was shaking with the effort to suppress her own emotions and tears. She wouldn't even move until I assured her they were gone.

Then she turned slightly, pulling her head up and putting her hand down over her asshole.

"Oh God, my ass hurts," she whimpered.

"Those bastards!" I cursed, furiously. "Wait until we tell Miss Carter."

"You aren't going to tell anyone!" she snarled.

"What? But Wendy…"

"Nobody! You aren't going to tell them anything!" she hissed violently. I stared down at her astonished.

"I'm not going to let everyone know what they did to me," she glared, fighting off tears.

"It wasn't your fault…" I began hesitantly.

"And what about when they tell about me and you sucking each other off?" she demanded.

"We'll say they lied!"

"I don't want to tell anyone, not until we get off here anyway."

So we staggered back to the main girls beach and then back to camp. We didn't see Larry, Vince, or Jack the rest of the day, and of course, the boys never came around our huts at night, Captain Brown's order.

Wendy would hardly speak to me that evening. It wasn't until the next morning that she seemed to return to some semblance of normality. Still, it was like walking on eggshells, wondering what would induce her into a furious temper. She was yelling at almost everyone that morning, including me.

Annie, the slut, had been hanging around the boys since day one, spreading her legs for the better built among the boys.

She came sauntering over near where me and Wendy and Heather were sitting in the afternoon, one of the boys with her, arm around her waist. Her eyes were gleaming with malice as she looked down her long nose at us.

"Well, Wendy," she said. "I'm surprised to find you sitting down here."

Wendy glared up at her warily.

"I mean, it's so HARD, there," she sneered. Wendy's glare deepened. She turned her nasty eyes on me.

"Meghan dear, you really should go and talk with Larry, he claims to have found some lovely fruits to eat. Why he was just now telling me about how good the CHERRIES are here."

Wendy leapt up, her arms grabbing Annie's shirt collar and twisting her around, to throw her to the ground. The boy grabbed her by the hair and jerked her backwards. Wendy gave a strangled cry of rage, and was pulled back, still clutching Annie's shirt. It tore apart in her hands, coming in half and leaving Annie's breasts exposed.

The guy threw Wendy down on the grass as Annie jumped to her feet spitting out dirt and glaring at Wendy furiously.

"You dirty little no class whore!" she screamed.

"Fuck off Annie!" I yelled. "You're the biggest slut in school!"

"At least I like MEN!" she sneered, holding the frayed ends of her shirt together.

"Come on Annie. Leave the little queers alone. Let's go down to the beach," the guy said.

"Yes, of course you're right Peter," she said, frostily.

They moved off, and me and Heather helped Wendy back to the stone she'd been sitting on.

"I'm going to get that fucking slut!" she vowed.

Unfortunately, relations with the boys continued to go downhill. While we girls were all miserable, they seemed to be in their natural element. They seemed to almost be enjoying themselves on the island. Their regard for us and our "whining and bitching and complaining" seemed to get steadily worse, along with their treatment of us.

The next day, I was wandering alone through the woods at the edge of our beach, within screaming distance in case one of the trio that got us before showed up.

I heard a sound and stopped. I soon identified it as the sound of running feet, and something crashing through the brush. I stopped, afraid it was a boy, or some kind of animal. Then the figure raced out of the trees just in front of me and almost ran me down before I called to her.

She stopped suddenly, her eyes staring at me in shock. I rushed over to her and put my arm around her, already suspecting what had happened by the way she was holding her torn dress together.

"What happened?" I asked, sympathetically. She shook her head and shivered suddenly. I held her tighter, and her legs seemed to give way and she slowly dropped to her knees with me beside her.

"What happened Carolyn?" I demanded, not unkindly.

"I… I…" she shook her head again.

"Where's your glasses?"

She looked at me dazedly and then patted her dress pockets, allowing her dress to fall open. She was naked underneath, and her skin was covered with little scratches and bites. I found her glasses poking out of a pocket and put them on her face. Her breathing seemed to steady, and she started talking, at first slowly, and then in a big rush.

She'd been walking along, exploring, much as me and Wendy had been. Her goal was more esoteric than ours. She'd been looking for edible plants. She'd found a little stream and sat down to rest.

As she'd lain there, her feet cooling in the water, and her hands behind her head. Several boys had surrounded her. She hadn't been particularly worried by this, even though it was against the rules for us to wander off, but as she'd sat up they'd grabbed her, and then…

"I… They… tore my dress open," she stammered. "They stripped me naked, laughing and calling me dirty names all the while. Then they pushed me down on the ground and knelt around me. I screamed at them… called them names… threatened them, even tried to reason with them," she gasped.