Chapter 19
ON SEX CULT CAY....
"Oooh! Nickie! Oh, sweet Nickie-poo!" Lila's legs were over her head. Nickie-poo, of course, was between them. They were lying under a palm tree on Sex Cult Cay. The count and countess had been glad to see them return. No one would make a more splendid addition to the group than Nickie and Lila.
After the pair had arrived in a motorboat stolen from a Miami yacht basin, there had been quite a celebration. There was more to celebrate than just the arrival, for Nickie and Lila had detoured by way of Freeport and had been married on Grand Bahama.
The fiery rum had flowed like water. The drums had pounded. There had been games of leap frog all night long.
Sex Cult Cay was a beautiful place. The breeze was soft and warm. The sky was blue, the sea was bluer still, and the sand was a delicate pink. The air brought to the happy couple the sound of laughter and the aroma of broiling lobster. All was right with the world.
Nickie kissed the big, erect nipples of the Mt. Rainier breasts. He felt the pulsating of her thighs. Her legs fell and wrapped around him. He felt her draw in her breath and hold it. He felt her stomach tighten. She was going and he knew he was going too.
Over they went, plunging from the heights of excitement into perfect ecstasy.
"Oh, Nickie," moaned Lila. "Oh, Nickie-poo."