The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the water and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.
I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was watching the activity glumly.
"What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.
"Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're not going to tell anyone."
"But… people will miss us," I said.
"Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably, and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us, or we never showed up, or something."
"They won't believe them."
"Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for years."
"That's stupid," I said, uncertainly.
"Maybe," she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway, maybe weeks."
A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.
The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and spears.
We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or worse yet cause trouble for him and his "men", and take them away from their important, manly work.
The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our disreputable dress.
Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically falling apart.
They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their vaunted survival training.
What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming. There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes and skinny dip.
At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave in and disrobed completely.
I didn't think there was any girl there who really had anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as she could.
She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny waist made me better than her giant breasts.
I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better, because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with my body.
Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun.
The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips and tits look better because of that.
The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay on her belly.
Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured she'd be pretty indignant at that.
Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.
We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy cold there.
Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!
We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly. They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.
She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity. Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit, wasn't it?
Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.
Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island. Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the ban on it.
We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into some of the boys.
The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything but trees, dirt, water, and birds.
We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea.
"How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she sighed.
"I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for years."
"I wonder what my parents are thinking."
"Mine too."
We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat down on the beach again.
"We ought to be getting back," she sighed, looking at her watch.
"Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet," I complained.
"Me neither."
Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me. I jerked back in surprise, staring at her.
"Why not Meg? It's at least something to do."
"Someone will see us," I said.
"Who? We've been here for over an hour and we haven't see any sign of anything."
"I can't."
"You didn't say that at your place."
"I was drunk then," I snapped.
"Me too, but it was still fun."
"Go find one of the boys, like Annie has." She gave me a pitying look.
"You think I want to make it with one of those snotty stormtroopers? Give me a break."
"Some of them aren't so bad, like that one who…"
She kissed me again, silencing me. This time she put her arm around me and pushed me back onto the sand, coming down on my chest. Her right breast was pressing heavily into my right breast, and her hand caressed my left.
"Wendy," I complained.
"Come onnnn," she pleaded. She kissed me again, and her hand slid over my naked breasts.
"You know you want it," she said, hotly. She was right. I hadn't even jerked off since we'd gotten here. It was kind of hard to find any privacy in a little hut stuffed with five other girls.
She ran her tongue across my nipples, then slurped them into her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. My breasts swelled and hardened as her hands and mouth worked on them, and I started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.
She slid down my body, her tongue licking wide trails across my chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then she was between my legs and twirling that wonderful tongue in and out of my slit.
Her fingers rubbed back and forth across my clitty, sending me into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making me cum with a devastating fury.
She scurried around on her knees, her tongue and mouth latched onto my slit. Her groin moved around over my face, and then slowly lowered. I looked up at her bare crotch, and as if in a dream, watched it approaching me. Then my hands slid up around her buttocks, feeling and remembering the wonderful softness of her skin as I drew her closer.
My tongue slid up and down along her slit, making her shiver atop me. She lay fully over me, her breasts in my belly and mine in hers. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples against my skin as she worked on my clit once more.
I opened my mouth wide and engulfed almost her entire pubic mound, munching lightly. Then I moved my lips against her clitty and sucked it into my mouth, humming and buzzing to set the little bud vibrating. I heard Wendy moan from down between my legs, and the sound sent a surge of lust through me.
I renewed my effort, driving my tongue deep into her slit, gulping down girl juice, rasping my nose, and lips and tongue across her clitty. Her body shuddered all over, and her fingers stabbed deep into my cunt as she came.
I kept working fiercely on her clitty until she finished her orgasm, then went back to a more leisurely licking and sucking. I slid my hands back and forth over her thin buttocks, and then down along her sides to her breasts.
I pushed my hands between us and squeezed her breasts, searching for the nipples.
Suddenly I became aware of a pair of bare feet and legs standing inches from my head. I gasped and shoved Wendy, dumping her off sideways, and bolting upright, arms crossed over my breasts, and hand over my pussy.
Wendy looked around in confusion and her eyes opened in shock. She too covered herself. I turned to find three boys grinning there beside us. There faces were leering and nasty as they beheld us.
"Looks like we found a couple of dykes," one said.
"Little slutty lesbos," another added.
"Like eating pussy lezy?" the first one asked Wendy.
"Guess that's where she gets her strength," the third taunted. I recognized him as the first guy Wendy had raced and beaten.
"How about it honey? That where you get your speed, from eating out pussy?"
"Fuck off and get lost!" she hissed, furiously.
"What's the matter Wen-deeee?" he sneered. "We interrupting your daily lunch?"
"Don't let us bother you. Just go back to what you were doing," the first one sneered.
"Go away!" I begged them, trying to completely cover my breasts and vagina. I sat in the sand, and whipped my knees up in front of me, keeping my feet tight together.
"What's the matter honey? Think you got something we ain't seen," the second guy, who was sporting a bulging erection in his pants, sneered. "We been watching you to since you got to this beach."
"Yeah. You got really nice tits baby. What's your name anyway."
"Can't you bastards just fuck the hell off!" Wendy glared, her face red and angry.
"Sure Wendy. Just suck us all off and we'll go away," the swimmer said.
"When it's a cold day in hell," she hissed.
"We can always tell everyone what a couple of little lezbos you two are. I'm sure Annie will love to hear that."
Her face was a mask of rage as the three of them snickered and ogled us. If she'd had a gun, I'm sure she would have killed them all. Then one of them moved forward. It was the guy, Larry, was his name, that she'd beaten in the race.
"Come on baby, your friend's lonely," he snickered. He grabbed for her. She tried to dodge, but couldn't and cover herself. He grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her breasts, and yanking her forward. He dragged her over onto me.
Another of the boys pushed me backwards, and then knelt with his knees on my shoulders. I was still franticly trying to cover myself with my hands and had no way to push him away. Then the other boy knelt beside me. The shifted positions, each putting a knee on my shoulder and pulling one of my legs apart.
In a second they had me spreadeagled on my back. They easily held my hands above my head while the Larry struggled with Wendy. She had given up all attempts to cover herself and was furiously fighting with him as he tried to pull her over on top of me.
She was a tough girl, and managed to slam her fist up into his face with enough force to knock him backwards. She jumped up but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. Then he was on her. He outweighed her by a good seventy or eighty pounds, and easily pressed her to the sand.
He was angry now, his face grim and determined. He jerked Wendy's right arm way up behind her back until she cried out in pain. Then he grabbed her left and did the same, holding them together way up behind her neck.
His other hand was in her hair, and he dragged her across the sand towards where the other two held me down. He forced her to her knees between my legs and pushed her face against my crotch.
"Go on dyke! Suck her cunt out!" he hissed. He pushed her face right into my outspread crotch, rubbing it against me.
"Eat her out lezbo!" Another of the boys taunted.
Wendy kept her mouth grimly closed, even when Larry twisted her arms up higher. I could tell from the way she was gritting her teeth and blinking her eyes, that she was fighting off tears.
"Leave her alone you fucking bastards!" I screamed.
"Fuck you lezzie," one of them said to me.
"Maybe you're not a lezzie after all, huh Wendy," Larry sneered.
"Maybe you really want a nice stiff cock."
"Jack. Come and help me with her," he called to one of the others. The boy on my right side moved over to him, while the third boy pulled me up to my knees, back against his chest. He twisted my arm up behind me like Larry was dong to Wendy, and his other arm went around my throat, holding me against him.
Jack, knelt in front of Wendy, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Wendy's joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.
She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack's legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. I watched in horror as he pressed it against Wendy's cunt hole.
I struggled against the boy holding me, but could hardly move at all. I could only watch from no more than two feet away, as Larry slowly pressed his erection into Wendy's vagina. The worst part about it, I thought at the time, was that I knew Wendy was a virgin. She'd never been with a boy before.
Larry discovered that seconds later, whooping with glee. "She's a cherry guys, a fuckin' little dyke cherry."
"Pop the fucker," the guy holding me urged.
"Yeah, tear it out man," Jack grinned. Larry rammed his hips forward, once, then again, then again. The third time Wendy let out a low moan, and then a whimper of pain as his cock slammed through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy.
"Pop goes the cherrrryyyyy," Larry sang. He pulled his cock out slightly, then threw his hips forward, thrusting his prick even deeper into Wendy's pussy. He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out.
His erection moved in and out of Wendy's crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.
I couldn't see Wendy's face, because it was between Jack's legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.
The guy holding me, laughed as he watched Larry riding Wendy. "You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her ass cheeks. "Like it better with a cock up your cunthole?"
"Give it to her Larry!" the guy behind me urged.
Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.
"You want some of that baby?" he leered.
"You want it, don't you?"
His hand released my arm, and it fell with a sudden clamor of pain.
His hands went beneath my arms and then up and behind my neck, pulling my arms up and apart. He bent me backwards, pushing my chest out and up.
"Hey Jack, what do you think of these?" he shouted.
"Nice coconuts Vince. You gonna drink a little milk?" Jack laughed.
"Fucking A, man!" Jim snickered.
He threw me down on my face in the grass, and then jumped up. When I tried to get up, his foot slammed down on my back, shoving me back into the sand.
A second later he was kneeling beside me and throwing me onto my back. He was naked, having tossed off his shorts, and his erection was even harder looking than Larry's.
He threw himself on me, crushing me to the ground. His hands pushed aside mine, and his face chewed and bit it's way across my cheeks, lips, and throat, then descended to my breasts. He circled my left nipple with his tongue, then bit down hard, making me squeal in pain. He laughed uproariously, and pulled his hand up an down his cockshaft.
"Get ready baby. You're gonna get fucked by a man now," he leered.
He pushed his cockhead against the tight opening to my box and jammed it inside. Thankfully, my pussy hadn't had time to dry off yet. It was still lubricated, and didn't hurt too much as his meaty tool thrust down into my cunt.
It moved balls deep, on the first, furious thrust, and he lay flat upon me for long seconds luxuriating in the tightness and heat of my belly. His body was hard like a rock, the muscles pushing against me with bruising weight.
His hands moved all over me, like wild animals. They rasped harshly across my skin, squeezing and pinching me all over.
His greatest attention was paid to my breasts, which he continually pinched, squeezed, kneaded, fondled and otherwise abused. He seemed in love with my breasts. I knew I was going to have bruises there from such harsh treatment.
I punched at him, biting back my tears as I cursed and swore. I dug my nails into his chest and he slammed the back of his hand against my mouth, knocking my head to one side and bringing stars to my eyes. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together above my head with one of his back hands.
He dragged his prick up the length of my fuck tunnel and then plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside me. Then he started to move his hips up and down, fucking his tool into me with a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.
"Like it dyke?" he taunted, squeezing my right breasts tight and twisting it around brutally. I cried out in pain and he twisted it the other way, seemingly enjoying my torment. He was fucking his rod into me with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up and down and up and down in my slit like a machine piston.
His hard hips were slamming against the inside of my thighs with jarring force, shoving my ass back into the sand, jerking my body upward.
His lips sought mine. I tried to turn my face but he grabbed my hair and twisted it sharply, forcing me against him. His tongue slammed in between my lips, raping my mouth. He bit me, then pulled his mouth away to laugh down at me nastily.
He let go of my wrists and slid his hands under my thighs, scooping up my lower body and shoving my legs back against my chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and pushed them way back, forcing my lower body off the ground and putting all my weight on my shoulders.
He plunge his cock into my gaping fuckhole, his eyes a mask of exultant triumph, of conquest. I heard a scream from Wendy and jerked my head to the side, temporarily distracted from my own fate.
Larry had finished with her. The other boy, Jack had thrown her down on the sand on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the sand as Larry stood next to them and giggled.
Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!
I'd heard of that, of course. I'd thought the idea gross and disgusting. Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my friend's anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.
I couldn't tear my eyes away at first, even though Vince was still slamming his long fuck tool in and out of me with tremendous driving thrusts. My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.
He wasn't being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Wendy sobbed and shook beneath him.
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.