Chapter 15
Olive reached over and nudged Pete awake. She had been listening to the sounds of the storm and thinking about the way her body felt. She tingled with the afterglow of erotic excitement that had ravished her flesh that morning. It seemed to her that Pete had made love to every pore of her skin, every opening in her body.
"Pete. Pete, you'd better wake up. We've been here a long time."
The blonde man shook his head free of sleep and blinked in the dim cabin. The rain sloshed against the portholes with a driving insistence. In a second or two he remembered where he was. He reached his hand out to the naked girl next to him and felt reassuring flesh.
"I-I guess I fell asleep," he said.
"Yes. It was okay. You were tired."
Pete grinned. "Good and tired," he said. "What the hell time is it? What day is it?"
Olive laughed, although she was edgy because she knew they had been gone for a long time.
"You slept about a half an hour," she told him.
"We'd better make it out of here. Don't know how this would go over with some folks."
Olive trembled. She reached over and squeezed Pete's hand. He leaned over and gave her a long kiss.
"I want you again," he said. "I want you too, Pete," she said, "but...."
"I know," he sighed. "We'd never get out of here if I touched you again."
"I wouldn't mind."
"Shall I?"
"Better not. Cathy's probably wondering where I am."
"Okay, Olive. Let's get dressed and make it-back. Tell 'em we went walking and got nailed by the storm."
Olive nodded agreement and began searching for her shorts.
Pete ached to make love to her again. Her lithe young body seemed to be even more desirable than before. He shook off the impulse to take her again. He knew they had been there a long time. It would be best, he reasoned, to save what he had for another time. Trouble with the others would only delay what he wanted. He began looking for his clothing, trying to think down his spontaneous tumescence that had started up again.
"I want you tonight," he told Olive after they were dressed and ready to leave the Sea Stud.
"But how? "she asked.
"I'll meet you," he said.
"Where?"
Pete thought for a moment at the top of the ladder. Rain had swept the decks to a glistening cleanness and was still washing away with a steady agitation. They stepped into the cabin and stood holding on to each other. Pete gave Olive a squeeze and she squeezed back, waiting for his answer about where they were to meet that night. Finally, Pete cleared his throat.
"Wait until dark," he said. "Then come back here to the boat. Don't turn on any lamps. Just wait for me. I'll be here. Don't tell Kathy or anyone anything. If she asks, just tell her you're going out for a walk. Okay?"
"Okay," said Olive.
"Good. Let's make it back. You go on ahead and I'll come to our cabin from a different direction." Olive looked at him a long moment. "Thank you," he said. "Goodbye, Pete," she said. "For awhile."
"Until tonight."
Olive waved at him as she ran up the beach, her hair blown by the wind. Pete waved back at her, feeling a twinge in his belly despite himself. He walked back to the cabin slowly, liking the rain that drenched him and cleared his mind.
Pete felt a sense of relief when he saw the twisting, writhing bodies all intertwined on the floor of the adobe cabin. It was easy to see that his absence had not caused any of them undue concern. He almost laughed aloud, but instead he slipped in quietly and sat in a dark corner where he could both get his bearings and watch the erotic proceedings.
The trio hadn't even noticed him. They were too fucking busy. Or vice versa.
Pete's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the change in Jim Baker. The lamb had become a lion. The kitten a tiger. On his back, Jim seemed absorbed in his work which, at the moment, was to assume the care and eating of Bunny's widespread cunt.
After his intense erotic experiences of the morning, the scenes he was watching in the adobe were almost like a dream to Pete. The figures moved over and upon each other with complete abandon, oblivious to his presence. The rain drummed against the walls in a steady fury. It was a rare opportunity for Pete and as he sat there watching, he gloated over his good fortune. It reminded him a great deal of the swap club that he and Bunny belonged to, but he could see the difference. Jim was not a born swapper.
Bunny Lonsdale had her pussy over Jim's face and was almost smothering him with her kinky nest. Jim was gurgling like a suckling pig at its mother's teats. Swarming over his crotch, where his stalk jutted upward like a peeled banana, was Darlene, who ran her livid tongue up and down it as though trying to evoke music from its tubular passages.
Pete found out that his own powers were far from dormant. Watching Darlene giving Jim's cock such a going over, made Pete's own organ throb with tumescence. The pain in the tip of it brought back the memory of his sexual romp with Olive and the bittersweet poignancy of their lovemaking. He stifled the desire to enter the fray with the trio and instead, as he had been doing, watched.
It was worth watching. Darlene seemed to be in a state of complete intoxication. Not drunkenness as from wine, but inebriation over the oral act of sex she was performing on the cock of Jim Baker. She was licking his pole with a professional ardor, yet a saintly enthusiasm that was sheer poetry. She seemed to be in a world of her own and the dance her body made was flowing like sheer silk blown by the wind. Her mouth was half open and her tongue a classic thing-all serpentine and like herself, choreographed.
When she was not teasing Jim's cock with her tongue-tip, she would swallow him as a python will devour a porker. She let the licked and avid cock disappear into her throat and then would disgorge it only to tantalize its flesh once more. The two organs, the mouth and the cock, seemed to be inextricably linked by some invisible string. like a child's toy which bobs in and out of itself, so were the mouth and cock of Darlene and Jim. Pete watched the action in rapt enchantment.
It was easy to see the arousal occurring. Jim was busy with his own efforts at eating Bunny's cunt, of course, but every so often his loins would rise like a white cloud of herons startled from a dusky lake and his rigid member sink longingly into Darlene's throat. Pete would feel a twinge in the head of his own cock whenever this happened.
Darlene seemed possessed by her activity on Jim's member. She laved his stalk lovingly and when she felt his loins subside she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him, soaking his cock with her saliva, taking him deep deep down her open throat. It was then that Jim's hips would thrust upward and he would affect copulation with Darlene's mouth and throat. Then out would come his cock, ejected like a torpedo from a submarine's tube, and Darlene's tongue following after, scribing tingling circles on the mushroomed warhead of it.
During one of these maneuvers, Pete saw Jim's body stiffen as though he had been skewered on the tip of his spine by a knifepoint. Pete peered intently at Darlene, who felt the constriction of Jim's body and pulled long on the man's cock as though licking down a cigar before lighting it. It was then that Pete saw Jim bubble over with come, his orgasm almost reluctant. Darlene licked away and took the hot milky come into her mouth like a honey-eating bear. She sucked every last squirt of gizm from Jim's cock and swallowed it wholeheartedly. Then, when the last of it was licked clean and Jim's cock started to wad up like a chunk of masticated sausage, Darlene swallowed his rod again and sucked it back to its pristine hardness.
Pete marveled at the woman's prowess and began to wonder if Jim could possibly make it again-have any juice left for her to suck out of him.
But before he could make up his mind, he saw his own wife buck with spasmodic orgasm. She cried out.
"Oh my Jesus, Jim, you almost bit my clit in half, but you got me, baby!" She threw her head back and shuddered on his face as her insides flushed with the flow of her coming.
"Damn, Jim, you did it!" she exclaimed, and Pete had the feeling that she was almost ready to weep.
Jim gurgled and Darlene sucked at his cock, keeping it rigid.
Pete was somewhat surprised at his own wife. Not that she had had an orgasm, but that she had remarked about it with such enthusiasm. He knew that was the name of the game, but to see her in the grips of pleasure and exclaim about it gave him pause. He wondered now what the three would do.
Darlene was still pulling on Jim's cock but Bunny was moving her body into a different position.
"Hold up, Darlene," he heard his wife say.
Darlene stopped abruptly in mid-air. "Whatcha want?" she asked.
"Let's make it a different way, honey," Bunny told her.
"I'm game," said Darlene. "How do you want it?"
"That'sa girl," said Bunny. "Jim, get up," she ordered. Jim sat up and blinked as though compelled to do so.
Bunny had their complete attention and she faced them as though she were a teacher and they the students.
She was at such an angle that she couldn't see Pete. Nor could Jim and Darlene. He was glad that they couldn't, since this gave him an opportunity to learn something new about each of them. And he was always interested in that. He didn't stir and kept his breathing shallow and inaudible.
"What I think we ought to do," she said, "is get it all together. like we're all balling on different wavelengths, frequencies. Let's tune in to the same channel."
"How?" asked Darlene, looking at her husband sideways.
Bunny looked thoughtful for a moment. "Like how about me going down on you, Darlene, while your husband takes me from the rear. He can hit me either place."
"Wow!" exclaimed Darlene.
Jim coughed self-consciously.
"Okay?" asked Bunny.
"Hell yes," said Darlene. "That won't be hard to take at all. Tune me in, Bunny. Same time, same channel."
Bunny laughed. Jim coughed.
Darlene lay back down on her back and spread her legs. Her gash opened wide, wet and pink, framed by curly pubic hairs. Bunny scrambled to get into position. She bent her head down and shot her rounded ass up in the air, presenting herself to the slow-on-the-uptake Jim. There was no doubt what she was going to do to Darlene. Jim sat there watching as Bunny's mouth made contact with the open slit of Darlene. He shook his head.
Bunny reached back of her and grabbed Jim by the cock, which had turned limp somewhat.
"Hey, Jim, get with it, old-timer!" she urged. "Just scoot on up and put it in. Get the idea?"
"Yes, I get the idea," he said. But his organ remained limp. And was getting limper. Bunny understood the problem.
"Just get close to me so I don't break my arm," she said. "You'll get hard again."
"I-I know I will," he said.
Pete almost laughed out loud. He managed to stifle the impulse, however. He was amazed that his employee had gone as far as he had, but he couldn't help ascertaining that Jim Baker was still about as square as they come.
Jim shuffled over on his knees so that he was behind Bunny. Bunny's ass still jutted up in the air.
"Come on, Jim," she said, "just get up on me. Pretend you're a dog. Put your cock right up next to my pussy."
Jim hunched over Bunny's back and put his organ, limp though it was, right up next to Bunny's waiting pussy.
"Closer," she said.
Jim moved closer.
"That's good," said Bunny. Darlene waited for oral contact, her legs spread wide, her gash open like a wound.
Bunny reached underneath her own pussy and grabbed Jim's cock. She began to knead it like fresh dough and then bent down to put her mouth back at the steaming sex of Darlene. Her tongue flicked up and down the rude red slit and she felt Darlene's loins shudder at the intimate oral touching.
"Ooooh, that's good," moaned Darlene.
She moved her box up and down gently to show Bunny what she meant. Bunny lapped at the outer lips of Darlene's cunt with a delicate and maddening expertise. All the time she massaged Jim's limp cock so that it would grow hard enough to penetrate her own sex organ. She was patient and able to concentrate, though, so this did not take long. Soon Jim's cock rose to the fray like a mighty bullet made of flesh.
Bunny could feel it and it made her own cunt flare open like a female baboon's in heat.
Jim grabbed Bunny's legs with his hands as though she were a bitch and he a slavering dog at stud. He was slightly above her and his mast seemed to sway from side to side like a punch-drunk boxer.
"Stick that fucking thing inside me," Bunny pleaded.
Jim's cock skidded across one buttock, in its swaying, and then paused at her slot. Bunny put her knees wider apart and her slit opened up like a purse. Almost as if by magic, his cock's head found the hole and it seemed that Bunny sucked him inside her by sheer willpower.
Pete could hardly believe his eyes. But it happened. Jim's cock slid inside the waiting pussy of Bunny as though sucked there. Bunny gave a satisfied gasp and shoved her ass backwards so that the entire length of Jim's organ sank inside her, clear to the balls.
Darlene, meanwhile, grabbed Bunny's head in her hands and pulled her face down to her crotch so that no matter what happened at her rear, Bunny would not neglect the sex act at Darlene's open and hungry cunt.
Once the coupling had taken place, Jim was right at home with the two girls. He slammed his joint in and out of Bunny's vagina with dog-hot enthusiasm. Pete could hear the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh and hear the oozing sounds of the coupling. Bunny groaned with pleasure as Jim sank his red-hot rod in her eager cunt.
Darlene lay writhing with pleasure as Bunny tongued her open slit, lapping the moist flesh as a kitten would a bowl of milk. Bunny held on to her thighs so that Darlene could not slip away from her. Her rocking motion behind, the one that skewered Jim's pecker into her cunt, gave her the impetus to plunge her tongue deep into Darlene's pussy.
Jim shoved his cock all the way to his scrotum inside Bunny's eager vagina. He held on to her legs dog-fashion and Pete could see the bony prick go in and out of her sheath with ease. The sheathing and unsheathing was in rhythm with Bunny's own cunnilingual technique. The slick cock made a scimitar-like arc into its juicy target and Pete could see Jim's face go taut with the seriousness of his task.
The three of them became lost in their own worlds. Darlene had her eyes closed and was moaning at the pleasure Bunny's tongue gave to her loins and her being. Bunny had two fields to engage her attention, Darlene's pulsing pussy and her own behind where the steady cock of Jim was plunging home, exciting her clitoris, filling her vulva. And Jim was conscious of what Bunny was doing to his wife and deriving pleasure from that while tingling all over from the fucking he was giving Pete's wife, Bunny.
It was a satisfactory chain of sex and the three of them were by now, practiced and experienced. They seemed to be joined together, Pete thought, as he watched. He resisted the impulse to join them, the memory of Olive still fresh in his mind, his flesh. But he enjoyed watching the three of them and his own organ bespoke the excitement that watching them brought to him. It was even more pleasurable when he saw Darlene buckle in the throes of orgasm, followed closely by Bunny, who arched her back and moaned with animal delight.
Jim finally got his rocks off and panted like a dog as he humped away, shooting his sperm into Bunny's cunt, splashing her womb with his milky seed.
And still the storm raged over the island, seemingly wilder now, above the panting silence of the adobe.