By Gowan Bush

Stranded Gowan Bush

  • Stuck on an island all they can do is fuck their brains out while they wait for rescue.
  • GW Enterprises
Hanna Mercer’s hand moved lightly over the hot, dry flesh of the boy’s body. He is thin, not quite having reached his full growth. However, Hanna didn’t care about his physical fitness at moment. She’s interested only in the way his heart seemed to pound in his chest; tantalizingly beautiful way young men seemed to anticipate her knowing hand. She knew he is hot and dry to the touch from the expectancy of her touch. When she suddenly grasped his rigid penis with her cool fingers, she wasn’t surprised at the gasp the boy made. A shudder of delight shook his body racked him from head to foot and sent shivers of a more mature variety slithering moistly through her body.

Her dark hair fell over his slight chest, and her mouth found the center of one of his boyish nipples. She pressed her wet lips against it, sucking gently until her tongue could sense its growing firmness, and only then, did she part her lips and rake her teeth over the sensitive nerves. Her arm rested authoritatively over his shoulders, holding them down against the involuntary way he wanted to push her away. Once again, she felt flooded with the sweet warmth of excitement. She squeezed his cock at its base and moved her head down, her mouth wetly open and eager to take the young plum knob of his cock into the hot cavity of her head.

He is as large as any man she had ever sucked, and she’s somewhat surprised for a boy of sixteen who is so slim is otherwise like a stag. She opened her mouth wider and almost lunged at the pulsing head of his cock, hot and purple with the anticipation of something he had never felt before. It’s large, and it filled her mouth thickly. Her lips stretched until the corners were white, but the jaw-aching thrill of taking the boy’s cock into her mouth overrode all sense of discomfort.

Hanna lowered her head, sucking the head of his dick into the wet cavern. Her cheeks collapsed around his screaming pole while her tongue lashed mercilessly over the throbbing head. His body jerked with wild spasms of pleasure he had never felt before, and with each twitch of his slim body, Hanna felt herself growing more and more aroused, burning between her legs as previously this is one of her wildest fantasies. She moved her hand from the base of his cock and sank her head lower, engulfing the young penis down to her tonsils almost. Her hand slid between his legs, cupping his passion-tightened scrotum and the swollen testicles inside. The boy is fairly shivering with the excitement her mouth is giving him, pleasures he had never understood could be so wonderful. Without knowing what he is doing, he suddenly began thrusting his hips upward, sinking his cock deeper into the older woman’s mouth.

Quickly Hanna rested her other arm over his pubic area, limiting the amount of thrust he could make and sending still more frantic quivering of passion racing through his body. It’s coming soon, she felt, and with knowledge, her mouth went to work more furiously, sucking and licking the shrieking nerves of his cock.

Yet, despite the boy’s passion, Hanna felt slightly removed from the scene of which she’s the main actor. Her mouth salivated around the head of the boy’s cock and dripped down through his pubic hair until it curled over her fingers. She knew this is the way to make him cum, make his boyish semen rush chokingly into the hot recesses of her mouth. Had her mouth not been otherwise occupied she would’ve cried out, but the moisture from it dripping onto his balls and her fingers still sent new shivers of pleasure through her body. She hesitated a moment and then slowly pushed one soaking finger down under his scrotum and into the sensitive ring of his ass. His buttocks tightened, and Hanna heard him moan as her finger slid moistly into his rectum and his body jerked uncontrollably.

The hot thick liquid filled her mouth instantly, but Hanna didn’t gag or let go of the boy’s penis. It’s all she wanted from him, and she sucked him until she could feel the muscle of his manhood grow limp. When he had cum, she rammed her finger deep into his rectum. However, as he pumped his last drop of semen into her throat, she had slipped her finger from his ass and dropped her hand down to her wet crotch to rub her clit hurriedly until her soft, well-rounded thighs closed around her hand. The boy’s cock eventually slid softly from her mouth.

Hanna dropped her head down on the boy’s abdomen, her eyes closed and her mouth still swallowing the semen and saliva, but her body is basking in the glow of her self-induced orgasm, her breath coming deeply as she struggled to regain her composure. Oh damn, she sighed, how wonderful it was to have kind of control over a young boy, how beautiful to have him cum inside her mouth, how very powerful it made her feel that, for the moments of his lust at least, he is so helplessly in her clutches.

A smile crept across her mouth even as she licked the last drops of his cum from her lips. A moment more, she thought, and she would put on her shorts, blouse, and send him back to his place with the other boys, humbled and frightened, perhaps, at what she had done to him, but hers in the total way sex can dominate the young. He would be hers from now on and not from him would there be any complaining about when the rescue boat would come. Trapped in the way even the strongest of adult males are, in the hot confines of a woman’s cunt or her mouth. Imprisoned by the weakness of their flesh.

When Hanna stirred finally, getting up from his bedside, Joe still held his eyes tightly closed. His arm covered his forehead as if a barrier between his inner self and the woman who did such things to him. Things he had never dreamed possible, not even in the wildest of his sexual fantasies while he stroked his cock to ejaculation.

He remained quietly on the bed as Hanna moved about the room, dressing and shuffling things. He wanted her to go away, to die, and to leave him and the others alone. However, he knew the thing would come back and his cock would become hard again, and he knew even as he thought about it no longer would his hand be enough to bring about the relief surged at the dam-locks of his groin. Right now, he wanted her to die, but tomorrow, he knew, he would want to be right back where he is this evening.

“Get up, Joe,” she said. Her voice cut through the boy’s reverie icily. It’s the old Hanna Mercer speaking, commandingly and with the complete assurance every word she uttered would be obeyed immediately. “Get up, young stud. I don’t want to hear any more nonsense talk about what a terrible condition we’re in. We’re lucky to be alive, young man.”

Joe could make out her silhouette against the dim glow of the turned-down lantern. She had her back to him, fixing her brassiere or something, he thought, and then she turned completely away and turned up the lantern, sending its soft yet penetrating illumination all over the small room. The light startled him, and he almost jumped from the bed and hurriedly pulled his shorts on.

Ms. Mercer, as Joe called her, gave him an embarrassingly familiar look as she lit a cigarette. He stood on the other side of her bed and tried to look back into her dark, knowing eyes, but she’s too strong for him, and his gaze dropped immediately down to the floor.

“I need hardly say you must not speak about what happened here tonight,” she said, her voice still cool but with an overtone of conspiracy he did not fail to catch. “There will be other times,” she added, this time almost coyly and very suggestively. Indeed, she thought, there would be many more times with this kid. Involuntarily she pressed her thighs together as she thought of his thick cock crammed into her cunt. “But now you had better get back to your own quarters, Goodnight.”

The boy looked up once at her and mumbled his farewell. His face still flushed when he finally reached the door of his sleeping quarters. He started to go in, but then turned and ran, barefoot, across the sand and down to the beach.

Hanna watched him from the open doorway of her room, watched his hesitancy at his own quarters, and smiled to herself when she saw him turn and go to the beach. What she had done to him may have troubled him, which is just what she had intended to happen. From experience, she knew he would take his frightened and much-thrilled psyche down along the lonely shore and try to figure out what it was had happened to him. By the time he would be coming close to some sort of truth, fatigue would overtake him, and he would head back to sleep and forget and yet still remember all the fleshy delights she had given him this night.

“You like what you do to small boys?”

The voice startled her for a split second before she regained her composure and turned to the speaker. It’s Mikey, of course, the only other adult on the island beside herself. He would not have noticed he had caught her by surprise. Mikey is much too engrossed in himself and what he could offer a woman of her passionate nature. She knew because Mikey had told her. Another smile crossed her face, and she turned to the darkly handsome face at the window.

“You like watching?”

Mikey laughed, showing his mouthful of white teeth, and walked around the outside of the hut. “May I come in for treatment, Ms. Mercer?” He said it with the same tone of irony she had given him for his earlier question. He is close enough to Hanna for her to see his dark eyes, luminous even in the blackness of the tropical night.

Stranded Gowan Bush

  • Stuck on an island all they can do is fuck their brains out while they wait for rescue.
  • GW Enterprises

She nodded and continued smoking her cigarette as he came in and went directly for the bottle of brandy. He had been there before, and he knew the way. Hanna watched his lithe animal-like movement across the room. He oozed around, she thought, like a snake and like a snake, he held her fascinated. Under the ripple of his dark flesh, she hungered more than once for the feel of his muscles crushing her in wild embrace, and when he had finally put his enormous cock between her legs and fucked her until she wanted to cry she knew she had been right about him all during the trip. He is all animal and just as stupid, but he served her purposes, in bed and in the fear he put into the group. He is her strong arm, but she knew she would always remain the brain and the real power over her charges.

“You made yourself a little hot in the crotch, huh? What you need is a man, me. Get undressed, Ms. Mercer,” he said, emphasizing the way the kids spoke to her. He is holding the brandy bottle to his lips, sipping indifferently as Hanna walked over to her bed and began undressing. Some of the fiery liquid dribbled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t bother to lick it away. His eyes burned into Hanna as she shed her blouse and bra and then stepped out of her shorts.

What a strange, wonderful piece of ass, Mikey thought as he savored the full development of Hanna’s tits and the full swell of her hips and narrow waist, What a woman, and what a weirdo, he added.

There’s no pretense on Hanna’s part. She stood in the naked light exposing the feminine charms. Something inside her made her feel powerful when she looked into Mikey’s face as he stared at her bare flesh. The nurse knew he is just as helpless as the young boy had been, but her power over Mikey would require adult treatment. For he is, despite what she might have thought of him as an adult, physically all man.

She watched him burn his eyes into her warm flesh, and she felt the growing excitement of what is about to cum build in her. A tingling of her skin, first drying and then turning slightly damp with the fever raced through her body, a mist of perspiration on her forehead is echoed between her legs.

Mikey put the brandy down and unfastening the rope belt around his shorts, walked over to the bed. He let the shorts drop and stepped out of them, exposing his rigid cock to Hanna, who never failed to become even more excited by the sight of it, the cock standing and ready to plumb the depths of her cunt, stretching the vaginal walls until she felt them almost rip apart. Mikey stood for a minute before her, smiling his own perversity as he recognized the hunger in her eyes.

Hanna walked around the bed to his side, her flesh burning for his touch and almost fearing it, too, for she knew he would try to hurt her, humiliate her, and she knew she would take it because she needed him for the time being. She wasn’t surprised then when he reached out and cupped her breast in one of his huge hands, crushing the full globe of flesh until she wanted to cry. However, she didn’t cry and in fact, felt some deep satisfaction in the slight pain caused more pleasure than hurt.

“Fuck me, Mikey,” she said, softly and pleadingly. “Fuck me.”

He pulled her close to his hot, sweaty body, pressing the thick pole of his manhood into the soft muscle of her belly. She came to him willingly and anxiously, grinding her body against his and throwing her arms around around his neck. Their mouths met in a kiss more a battle for supremacy than love, more lust than passion. She opened her mouth and shot her tongue into his, widening her lips until her teeth crushed against his lips, and then she bit down until the taste of salty blood rolled back into her throat, sweet and heady. Mikey’s hands crushed the soft layer of flesh over her hips, dug into flesh until Hanna sensed the pain and let go of his lip. In their mutual pain, they found something of each other, and neither is aware of when they lay down on the cot; Hanna’s legs spread wide, her moist red slit eager for his throbbing hard cock.

He is brutal to her. He pushed her legs back, arching them over his shoulders and rolling forward on top of her until her round haunches were elevated off the bed. He squatted before her, pulling the heavy globes of her ass apart, spreading the lips of her vagina wide with his thumbs, and then rammed his prick into her, sinking the stiff rod down, down, down into her cunt until his balls nestled against the hot, damp crack of her ass. Hanna gagged down a scream at the tearing she thought she would receive in the initial thrust, but then her nerves relaxed, and she felt the enormity of his cock inside her belly. The gasp choked off, she arched her hips and rolled her haunches as much as she could in the position he held her. Now then, is there such sweet pain, she thought as her body, without direction from her mind, took over and fell into the rhythm of lovemaking, of fucking, she corrected herself, for there could never be anything else but fucking with Mikey. Lovemaking is for someone else. She didn’t bother answering herself who it might be.

Mikey is a great fucking machine. His powerful young body-muscles rippling and catching highlights with the film of perspiration over the dark flesh-hammered against Hanna, driving deep into her cunt and then withdrawing until just the purple swollen knob of his cock rested at the lips of her cunt. When he withdraws, Hanna feels the vacuum in her belly and thrusts her hips forward, eager to suck up the monster penis into the sheath of her body. Endless moments, she felt, Mikey would hold the throbbing end of his dick at the portal of her love, and just as she thought she’s about to scream, he would ram it up her cunt in the act of brutal passion made even more beautiful for her because of the brutality of it.

They rutted for a long time, but Hanna is beyond all sense of time. She knew he could make her cum at will, and he did make her cum with hardly more than a few strokes of his big penis. Then she came repeatedly until she lost count until her body is dripping with sweat and the numbness in her upraised legs turned to chills and fears he would never stop or he would stop just as she’s reaching another crescendo of orgasm. However, he never failed to bring her off one last time before his own sperm erupted in her cunt, hot juice swelling her insides and blending with the tart secretions of her own spending and sweat.

He got up and put on his shorts. “That’s a lot damned better than some punk kid, huh, baby?” He laughed and walked over to the brandy and took another deep swallow. “You must be some sort of nut, Ms. Mercer, but it doesn’t matter to me. Because you’re one helluva fuck, too, and that’s what it’s all about.”

“Don’t be vulgar,” she said as she reached down and pulled her own shorts on.

“Listen, cunt, I’ll be as damned vulgar as I want to be here on this stinking island. Just when in the hell do you think the rescue boat will come? Tomorrow? Next week? Shit!”

Hanna glared at the man, trying to put him down to where he belonged, but then she noticed he seemed very sober and serious. Was it possible? She didn’t like to think she would have to spend a year on the island no matter how delightful the prospect of getting all those kids into her bed seemed.

“You mean we’re really lost?”

“That’s what I mean, not I give a fuck. Hell, we got plenty of food, and there’s fresh water and look at the great accommodations the Army left here for us. But I don’t think we’ll be picked up very soon.”

Mikey took another swallow of the brandy and turned to Hanna, a broad grin on his face and an evil twinkle in his eye. “Just think of the fun well have with the kids, Ms. Mercer. You get the boys, and I get the little broads. Not bad, huh?”

She looked at him and tried to force herself to become serious, but it was, after all, just what she had been thinking ever since they landed on the island. Still, she thought, I mustn’t let him know I agreed. It might become too sticky, more than we both can handle.

She didn’t answer him. The idea had been hers all along, and she knew Mikey knew it. There’s no need to make a verbal answer. Hanna picked up a glass from the table and brought it over to him. He poured her a stiff belt of brandy and they toasted silently to the joys they hoped were coming. Then she looked up at him, giving him her most haughty smile.

“What makes you think the girls will only be yours?”

He lowered the bottle from his lips and stared down at her, trying to penetrate the dark glare she’s giving him. Then he knew she’s not kidding. He laughed. “So much the better and I know you like little girls, too.”

Hanna shrugged. A thrill is a thrill as far as she’s concerned, and from some unknown depths in her make-up, she often felt an overwhelming urge to make love to a woman, a very young woman, a girl. Her experiences in an all-girls’ boarding school brought her latent tendencies into the open, but had been some time ago. Still, the urges were there and remained with her, hidden for most of her adult life, but never denied and rarely given in to.

Stranded Gowan Bush

  • Stuck on an island all they can do is fuck their brains out while they wait for rescue.
  • GW Enterprises

“It’s late, Mikey,” she said. “Go to bed, and I’ll work something out. But you’re sure it’ll be a long time before someone finds us?”

“A long time, yes, that’s a possibility. But you might try to get used to the idea we may never be found.”

Again, Hanna looked startled and frightened, but what he wants to see. He laughed and walked out of the woman’s hut. “Think about it, Ms. Mercer. Think hard.”

She locked her door after he left and then got onto the cot. It’s still warm and slightly damp from their bodies, but she was fatigued from the efforts of the evening and closed her eyes.

It had happened so fast she wasn’t yet sure what it was. The storm hit their fifty-foot schooner early in the morning, still dark and made darker still by the screaming wind and rain. It’s a nightmare of mountainous swells, groaning timbers and ear-splitting snap as the boat’s keel slammed into the reef. The impact threw her from her bunk. Then there is the rubber raft with all the kids clinging to it and Mikey, screaming orders at them and at her and then his powerful arm reaching out and pulling her to the relative safety of the pitching raft.

Somehow, they all made it to the shore, falling exhaustedly on the higher sand and sleeping away through the howling wind and the pouring rain. When she woke the next morning, the sun is burning her face, and the sea is flat. It looked like a slate of plate glass and then off about five-hundred yards is the mastless hulk of the schooner.

Mikey is already up and had built a fire. He had gathered all the kids around it, some almost naked, waiting for their short’s and blouses to dry. When she came down to the fire, he told her everything. Lanterns, supplies, and plenty of canned food, he said, pointing to a stack of boxes on the shore. He had gone out just at sunup and carried it all back. Very dangerous. No. There’s no sign of the captain or the doctor, the other chaperon on the voyage.

That had been a week ago, she thought, her eyes no longer closed as she rested on the hotbed. They had all eaten and then wandered through the tropical palms, found fresh water and then the Quonset huts. Mikey guessed it must have been a military weather station, probably abandoned about a year earlier. However, it was a home and shelter, and within a couple of days, she and the lads had made the best of it.

Those were the easy days. The lads felt the sense of adventure and the work of restoring the huts to some sort of livable condition kept their minds off the fact of their plight. However, the work didn’t take enough time. When done, they complained, and some of them became a little hysterical. However, it was nothing Hanna could not handle, not until Joe began his little campaign of wanting to know what she and Mikey were actually doing about getting them rescued. He seemed like he is going to be trouble and she had merely wanted to reassure him everything would be all right, but then it got out of hand. She forced the early evening’s memory from her mind. However, she knew it was the best way to control the boys, and the girls, too.

Now the worst of their situation seemed to be over, Hanna thought. She got up from the cot and filled her brandy glass again. There wouldn’t be too much more of for a long time, she thought, just a few more months supply at the rate of a bottle a week.

It’s all wrong. Hanna knew it was wrong, but then the girl also knew she’s getting no younger and if Mikey is right…

Hanna is thirty years old, looking older when she dressed in her severe manner and wore her nurse’s cap. Born of wealthy parents who died when she’s young, raised in one private boarding school after another right through nursing school. It had all been very nice, being around the wealthy, but it was difficult for her, a charity student in the schools simply because her father had once been a renowned surgeon. Given a first-rate education, but never any of the money she would have enjoyed had her parents lived. Nursing is the best out for her, and when she graduated, she found her wealthy connections, hardly friends anymore since she’s poor, did provide her with numerous private assignments. The last, of course, on the luxury schooner for the dozen kids, rich and spoiled. She loved an assignment. It’s her chance to be the authority to the kids who had everything she should have had and didn’t.

Yes, she thought. They may have all the money they will ever need, but I have them now. She sipped the brandy and walked over to the window, looking for something at the black velvet night sky with its glittering blaze of tropical constellations. Her watch had been lost, but she guessed it was somewhere around two in the morning, lonely time, quiet and dangerous. Did Joe return to the big hut? Go back to bed? For an instant, she’s almost willing to leave her room and check on him, but she shrugged. Where could he go? Another smile crossed her face, and she went back to her cot, turning off the lantern on the way and leaving the last few drops of brandy in the glass by the side of her bed.

As she closed her eyes, she could picture her charges one by one, not all of them clearly, but enough to remember their names. There’s Joe, sixteen and shy, but he is just the first. She tried to visualize the other boys, pausing in her reverie over Dan, son of a Detroit contractor, seventeen, all-star athlete, a natural leader. She made a note of being especially careful with him. He would need special treatment. The others, again vaguely, she went over their names. Toby, sixteen, bully, son of a banker or something financial and just a little dumb. Luke, a nothing, perhaps a little faggot? She dismissed him. Then three more, John, Henry, Alex, sixteen or seventeen she guessed, but again nothing about them made special consideration necessary.

The girls? There were only five of them. Yes, that’s it. One of the girls to the evenly matched dozen had gotten sick, and her brother took her place. John or Henry? She would have to look it up in her medical files, which were safe.

June is the oldest. Hanna knew June very well. She’s a tramp, a flirt and quite obviously no virgin. Even before the group had gotten out of the last port, Hanna had had trouble with her. It wasn’t anything very serious, a small matter of a midnight swim in the nude with Dan. Then there is Freya, same age as June, but quite the opposite type, virginal, quiet, too inhibited to reveal what Hanna could see, she’s very moony about Dan. I’ll be a special case, too, a most delightful one, Hanna thought.

There were other girls, too, but her mind drifted off to sleep without thinking much of them. Tomorrow, she’s dreaming.


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Stranded Gowan Bush

  • Stuck on an island all they can do is fuck their brains out while they wait for rescue.
  • GW Enterprises