BB-172  Sex Island
(Frank Anvic)


CHAPTER ONE 

Pete Lonsdale stood on the flying bridge of his trim boat, the Sea Stud, and 
watched the darkening sky in the Gulf of California. He pushed his captain's 
cap back from his forehead and turned away from the wheel to look at the 
after deck below. His wife, Bunny, a startling blue-eyed blonde, sat on the 
railing talking to Darlene Baker, a fragile beautiful brunette sitting in a 
deck chair next to her husband, Jim, Pete's accountant. 

Both women wore bathing suits, Bunny a two-piece bikini which showed off her 
figure to advantage, and Darlene a one-piecer with enough holes cut in it to 
make Pete want to crawl inside it and pull her body out and ravish it. Pete 
had to use a lot of willpower to keep from getting a hard-on looking at his 
accountant's wife right then. 

The two girls, Olive Baker, 16, and Cathy Lonsdale, 15, were in the cabin, 
out of his sight, playing cards, he knew. Olive looked a lot like her 
mother, except that her hair was long and light brown where her mother's was 
short and raven dark. Looking at Darlene, now, from his high perch, Pete 
realized how much he wanted to make love to her. 

She was deeply tanned and the bold wine-red bathing suit she wore was tight 
around her hips. Pete imagined that he could see the outlines of her pussy, 
the swollen ridges of her mons where the suit was tightest, at her crotch. 
He could see her pubic hairs because she had a luxuriant growth, that in the 
tight "nude look" suit she wore, overflowed, stuck out from underneath in 
provocative abundance. 

Darlene was only thirty-two and she looked nineteen. Her breasts were still 
firm and shaped, her tummy flat. Her legs were shapely, emphasized by 
slender ankles and well-proportioned calves. For her size, five foot four, 
Darlene was a finely wrought package of sexiness. Pete looked down at her 
and thought how good it was going to be when he took that body of hers. Jim, 
her husband, was already half-bagged on Tecate beer and was spineless enough 
not to object when Pete asked him to exchange his Darlene for sex with 
Bunny. 

"Ask hell," he thought. "I'll just order him," 

Pete knew his employee wouldn't object even if he asked him to dive over the 
side of the specially-built Chris Craft and swim back to San Felipe. If Pete 
told him to do this, Jim would, without serious question. Jim was a damned 
good accountant but that was the very reason he was no damned good as a 
red-blooded human being. Jim lived in a world of figures and didn't know 
shit about anything else. Pete chuckled to himself. 

Jim Baker was going to get a good education on this trip. Pete licked his 
lips and shouted down to the group below. "Hey, how 'bout a beer up here?" 

"I'll get it," Darlene said, "Let me," and got up from her deck chair. 

Bunny shaded her eyes and looked up at her husband. His blonde hair, like 
hers, was bleached even blonder by the hours in the sun. Bunny took pride in 
her husband's charm and enjoyed seeing it demonstrated by the alacrity with 
which Darlene leaped up to bring a beer to Pete. She watched Darlene climb 
the "Ladder" to the flying bridge and thought that Jim's wife had a good 
ass. This didn't make Bunny jealous because she knew that she herself was 
every bit as much a woman as Darlene. 

Bunny and Pete had begun swapping sex partners long enough ago so that she 
knew what sex meant to Pete and to herself. It was a groovy thing and the 
way she felt about it was "whatever turns you on-enjoy!" She and her husband 
had been members of an exclusive private club in Riverside County, 
California, for over a year now and during that time they both had 
participated in a great many "groovy" scenes. In a way, she reflected, those 
scenes had helped to save their floundering marriage. They had gotten bored 
with each other and when Pete had found out about the swap club, their lives 
together had changed. Pete was younger than she was and it had been hard to 
hold on to him until they had loosened the restrictions within their own 
marriage. 

She knew that Pete wanted to ball Darlene and she was confident that he 
would "firm it up," as he would say, today. In fact, she was looking forward 
to having sex with Jim Baker, who was shy and milquetoast-ish and tended to 
get drunk too easily. Bunny thought that it would be nice to turn a guy like 
Jim on with her charms. like seducing a young boy or a priest. She smiled to 
herself as she thought about it and then, inspired to flirtatious action, 
she arose from her perch on the side of the boat and went to sit in 
Darlene's chair next to Jim. 

"How do you like it out here in the Gulf of California, Jim?" she asked him. 

"Oh, I'm so grateful to you and Mr. Lonsdale for inviting us down here," he 
said. "I-we, that is, have never been to Mexico before." 

"Pete--likes you, Jim," Bunny told him. "He also--likes Darlene." 

"Yes, I know," he said, looking up to the flying bridge where Pete and 
Darlene were laughing over something one of them had said. "I'm glad they 
get along so well together. Your husband is a very fascinating and dynamic 
man, Mrs. Lonsdale." 

"Now, Jim, I've told you to call me Bunny. We're not formal out here." 

"Of course, Bunny." Jim knew he had been drinking too much beer and he was 
trying not to show it. His r's were starting to slur and he had trouble 
holding his eyes in focus for very long. 

Bunny reached over and patted the back of Jim's hand. 

"Bring me a beer, Olive," she told her daughter. "I'll have one with you, 
Jim," she smiled. 

On the flying bridge, Pete was using all of his masculine power on Darlene, 
fully confident of himself. He wore shorts and no shirt, low-cut canvas deck 
shoes and his captain's cap set on the back of his head. He was very tanned 
and there was hair on his chest. He looked, Darlene thought, like a blonde 
Adonis framed against the sky. 

"We're a long ways out, Darlene," Pete was telling her. "I don't even know 
if we can make it back to San Felipe until after dark." 

"I wouldn't mind that," she said. "I'll bet it's beautiful out here at 
night." 

"It is," he said. "Beautiful and romantic." 

"Ummmm. Sounds like a delight," she cooed. 

"Want to try and steer this baby?" he asked her. 

"Oh, Pete, I'd love to! May I?" 

"Sure. Step up here. I'll show you how." Darlene stepped in front of him to 
the wheel and grabbed two of the spokes. 

"No, honey," Pete said, "Let me show you." He stepped close behind her and 
put his arms around her, his hands on hers. "Put your right hand here on 
this high spoke and your left down here. Keep the compass setting right 
there at 240." 

"Oh, this is fun," she said. 

Pete moved closer until his chest was touching Darlene's back and his crotch 
pressing against her buttocks. She felt the contact and moved her body 
almost imperceptibly. Her posterior pushed backwards and encouraged, Pete 
crushed his genitals in the cleavage of Darlene's rear. He leaned over and 
kissed her behind the ear. 

"Be careful, Jim and Bunny may be watching," she whispered. 

"So? They can't see anything, but even if they did ... " his voice trailed 
off. 

"You're very close, you know," she said. "And I like it." 

"I thought you would. We're going to have a lot of fun on this long weekend, 
Darlene." 

"Fun-fun or just plain old fun?" 

"Fun-fun," he said, pushing harder on Darlene's rear. He was getting hard 
and he smiled to himself. 

"Do I feel what I think I feel?" she asked. 

"Partly," he laughed. 

She turned and looked up at him, her mouth slack, her eyes glistening. 

"Pete, you'd better be careful. You don't know me. I get attached to such 
things." 

"Good," he grinned. "I think everything's going to be firmed up in a little 
while." 

"How do you mean that?" 

"Several ways, honey. Just leave it to old Pete. The captain's king, isn't 
he?" 

"I hope so," she laughed. 

"You better believe it." 

Darlene turned around again to watch the compass and Pete slid his hands off 
her arms and to her waist. Then he moved his hands upwards until they 
touched both breasts. He cupped them in his palms and kissed Darlene behind 
the ear. She shivered in his embrace and he pushed his half hard penis 
harder against the crack of her ass. 

"Pete, you don't know what you're doing to me." she breathed. 

"Oh yes I do," he said softly in her ear. 

"Can they see?" 

"I doubt it. Bunny's talking to Jim and she knows what I'm up to." 

"She does'? " Darlene was incredulous. 

"Sure. We talked it over. She knows I want you." 

"And?" 

"And everything will work out. She'll take Jim." 

"Oh wow," said Darlene, "you mean we're going to change off, me and you, 
Bunny and Jim? I don't know what to say ... I've heard of such things." 

"Well, such things are about to happen. Relax, will you?" He kneaded her 
breasts in his palms and Darlene wiggled her ass against his hardening cock. 

"Well, you're making me all hot and bothered," she said. 

"Good," he said. "Just remember that tonight back at the motel." They were 
all staying at the El Cortez in San Felipe in three cabins, the way Pete had 
planned it. The two girls in one, Jim and Darlene in another and he and 
Bunny next door to them. 

"I will," she said, "but seriously, you'd better stop that or I'll turn 
around and make you do it to me right now." 

Pete laughed and took his hands away from her breasts. 

"Whew!" he said, "you're some woman, Darlene. I'm about to rip my pants all 
to hell!" 

Darlene laughed and their mingled laughter floated down below to Bunny and 
Jim. 

"What're you two doing up there?" Jim asked, his speech slurring even more. 

"Steering the ship!" Darlene answered. 

"Well, steer a good course," he said and Pete and Darlene laughed again. 

"We sure as hell will!" Pete shouted down. 

He looked at the sky again and suddenly his face clouded up. 

In front of the low elephantine clouds hung low in the afternoon sky. As 
Pete watched they seemed to dip lower and move closer. He looked around on 
all sides and saw that some of the sky was clear but very little of it. The 
sun, he knew, would soon be blocked from view. 

"Looks sure as hell like a storm," he muttered more to himself than to 
Darlene. 

"Does it?" she asked dumbly. 

"Let's go below and turn on the ship-to-shore radio," he said. 

Darlene nodded and he set the throttles. Darlene went down the ladder first 
and Pete followed then went into the cabin, past the two girls playing 
cards. Darlene stayed on deck with her husband and Bunny. 

Pete turned on the Hallicrafter and it crackled into life. 

"What's up, Pete?" Bunny called to him. 

"Take a look at that goddamned sky!" he yelled. Pete heard the sputtering 
voices in Spanish talking back and forth. He identified them as part of the 
fishing fleet out of San Felipe. He listened and his face grew lined with 
concern. He looked down at his dials. They had been making good time out to 
the gulf and if he hadn't been paying all that attention to Darlene they 
wouldn't be this far out. He pulled back on the throttles and spun the 
wheel. The Reibowitz sank back on its haunches and arced in a wide starboard 
turn. 

"Oh, are we going back so soon?" Darlene asked. 

"Yeah," Pete said, tersely. "Storm warnings are up all along the gulf and on 
the other side of Baja." 

Bunny left her seat and came in the cabin where Pete stood looking out at 
the water. The sea suddenly turned angry, whitecaps appeared, and they could 
feel the waves pounding against the turning hull. 

"Bad?" she asked her husband. 

"Bad enough. We'll be feeling wind in a minute or two. Look at those 
whitecaps. The Mexicans at San Felipe sounded scared as hell." 

"Can we make it back to the El Cortez?" she asked. 

"Hell, I don't know. It's a long way from here. It would take full speed 
steaming to make it back after dark." 

"I'll make some sandwiches," Bunny said. 

"Swell," said Pete. "I'm glad we stocked up the Stud for a long haul, just 
in case." 

"Why?" 

"Because I know damn well we're not going to make it back to San Felipe." He 
was listening to the radio talk in Spanish. "The Mexicans are saying that 
the storm has already hit them and is moving out our way. We've had it." 

"What can we do?" 

Pete looked at her and at the compass. He opened the box with the maps and 
charts and dug out several rolled-up ones. 

"Hold the wheel steady on this course," he told his wife. He unfurled the 
papers and scanned them. "There, by God," he said after a moment. 

"What is it, Pete?" 

"There's an island near us that I remembered from before. A few Mexicans 
used to live there, then left. We used to stop there and hunt sea ducks 
after the war. Sonofabitch!" 

He took the wheel from his wife and changed course. Fifteen minutes later 
the storm struck them with full fury and the six of them huddled in the 
cabin soaked to the skin. The Sea Stud tossed and floundered as it made its 
way laboriously to the island where Pete hoped they would be able to take 
shelter. Jim Baker was drunk enough so that he didn't realize the 
seriousness of the situation. Darlene hung on to Pete and looked at him 
every once in awhile. Bunny watched after Jim and the two girls were below 
in the sleeping quarters telling each other scary stories. 

Darlene took reassurance from Pete, whose eyes showed no fear. On the 
contrary, she thought, they showed what she had seen on the flying bridge a 
half an hour before a lustful shine that proclaimed that he wanted her and 
meant to have her. 

In a while, Pete thought he could just make out the darker outlines of the 
island in the storm. He gave Darlene's hand a squeeze and gave her that look 
again. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Bunny's body writhed in total abandonment to the ecstasy that coursed 
through her veins. She felt the hot shaft of the slender man driving into 
her cunt and the fat boy's finger in her ass-hole nearly touching the 
slender man's cock. The third man was sucking her breasts with murderous 
expertise. And all the while she was screaming to them, "Just don't stop, 
you fuckers, don't stop! I'm coming all over the place!" 

The darkly lit room was lined from wall to wall with small white sheeted 
mattresses and while Bunny was taking on her trio of lovers, Pete lay on 
another mattress with Jean, one of the Casa de Eros' hostesses, his cock 
exploring her vagina from lips to the womb tip. It was early in the evening 
and these were the only people in the "bedroom," although in the other rooms 
of the Casa de Eros other such scenes were taking place. 

The slender man whose name was Harry told the fat man, Dale, to lift up on 
Bunny's ass so he could go deeper. He had a long cock and it sliced expertly 
into Bunny's spread lips touching her clitoris as it banged on, in and out, 
in measured rhythm. Dale had his finger buried in Bunny's ass-hole deep 
enough so that he could feel Harry's cock going in her pussy. The third man, 
Willie, kept sucking at her breast, while she jacked him off slowly, with 
one hand. 

"Fuck me, Harry," Bunny said. "You're touching everything with that big cock 
of yours." 

"You got a real good pussy, Bunny," he told her, arching his lank frame over 
her. In the silence of their corner of the room the sucking sound of his 
penis pulling in and out contrasted with the slapping of Pete's flesh 
against Jean's. 

Jean had her legs up and pulled back so that her pussy was perpendicular to 
the mattress. Pete was hunched up on his knees so that his cock buried 
itself to the scrotum with every movement forward. He had Jean's head 
against the wall and the hot warmth of her pussy was spilling out between 
the lips. She still had on the flimsy shell dress of silk that she wore 
around the club. It was up over her breasts now and her cunt was moving in 
counterthrusts to Pete's jabbing cock. Her cunt was always ready for any of 
the members. She never wore panties and she always wore a mini-dress that 
members were allowed to lift when they wished, for inspection or for 
fondling. 

The Casa de Eros was what it said it was and Pete and Bunny were almost 
charter members. They had joined shortly after it had begun operations in 
Reche Canyon, near Colton in Riverside County. The Casa de Eros was legally 
set up for swinging couples, but allowed singles in too. If you were 
married, your wife had to become a member or sign a release. Pete knew that 
a lot of members were married but lied about their status so their wives 
wouldn't object. At any rate, married or single, it was a sweet and 
well-thought-out set-up. 

Pete first heard of the Casa de Eros from a chick he had been balling, Sally 
Marcus, who worked at a Redondo Beach club he often visited. One night after 
he had made love to her in the motel and was about to go back home, Sally 
said she had something to ask him. 

"Your wife like to swing?" she asked. 

"I don't know," he said honestly. "Why." 

"Because if she does, I know a groovy club that you might dig." 

"Well, what about it?" he asked. 

"I can't tell you now. I'm a member and each member is sworn to secrecy up 
to a point. I can tell you about it but not where it is or who's connected 
with it." 

"All right. Tell me what you can." 

"Well, a lot of well-known studs belong to it. Professional golfers, movie 
stars, writers, and so on. All swingers. It's a swap club but you can do 
anything you want, really." 

"Go on," he said. 

"Well, if you're married, like you, you have to bring your wife along. Even 
if she doesn't want to swing she has to sign a paper." 

"How come?" 

"So she can't cause you any shit." 

"She might join. I don't know. We have been speaking but little else. She 
used to be sexy but lately I haven't been able to make it with her." 

"See?" Sally said, sitting on the edge of the motel bed, pulling back on her 
stockings. "The interest has gone out of your life. A little swinging will 
fix it back up. There are a lot of groovy couples up there. Interested?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I'm interested. What do I have to do?" 

"Bring your wife and I'll meet you at a place and we'll talk to one of the 
owners. You fill out a card and pay the fee and then we all go up to the 
place." 

"Sounds like a spy thriller." Sally laughed. 

"They're careful. Look, Pete-it's all legal. You don't have to do anything. 
They have a sauna, a pool, a television lounge. It's open twenty-four hours 
a day. You ask a person if they want to swing, if they do, fine, if not, 
you're not allowed to touch them. That's the kind of club it is." 

"Okay. When can we try it?" 

"Anytime. This week. There'll be a membership meeting on Wednesday. If you 
dig it you can do your thing and be a member. What you do is strip before 
all the members and then they take a Polaroid shot of you in the nude and 
put it in the files. That's so you can't come back and cause them any shit." 

"Where'll we meet?" he asked her. 

"I'll meet you Wednesday night at the Bluffs. It's a restaurant in Colton, 
just off the freeway. One of the owners'll come down and talk to you and 
your wife." 

So the pact had been made. Bunny agreed to go along. It hadn't been hard to 
convince her. 

Sally was waiting for them at the Bluffs and they went in to the bar side 
and ordered drinks. Soon a tall man, it was Harry, came by and sat down with 
them. 

"Sally tell you the score?" he asked. 

"Some of it," Pete admitted. 

"Well, you give me thirty dollars for yourself and five bucks for your wife 
and those are your dues. If you don't join though, we refund your money and 
no questions asked. No hard feelings." 

"What happens when we join?" 

"Well, you have the run of the club. Sally told you what we have. We have a 
system of buying drinks that's all legal so we can serve twenty-four hours a 
day. You buy a coupon book from the office for fifteen bucks. They're good 
at the bar. Actually you're buying the glass, not the drinks. It's legal." 

"Okay," Pete said. 

"The money first," Harry said. 

Pete counted it out, feeling like he was making a clandestine buy of heroin. 

"Now fill out these cards," Harry said, handing them to Bunny and Pete. 

On one side of the cards was a blank for personal information: name, 
address, phone number, business affiliation; the other side had a number of 
categories listed with blanks for check marks by each one: 

INTERESTED IN--? SWAPPING ? HOMOSEXUALITY ? VOYEURISM ? GROUP SEX ? 
PHOTOGRAPHY 

? HETEROSEXUALITY ? OTHER. 

"We never let these cards go out of our sight," Harry told them. "Fill them 
out here and then we'll go up to the place." 

When they had finished, Harry took them outside to the parking lot. They 
drove up Reche Canyon until they came to a gate with a guard at it. 

"See. It's private," he told them. "The guard has a two-way radio and is in 
constant contact with the house. We can't be raided." 

When they got up to the top of the hill they could see the lights of San 
Bernardino in the distance. They went into the office and Harry took their 
pictures with the Polaroid. 

"Part of the system," he told them. "We take your picture in here and in the 
nude after your initiation. Care for a drink?" 

Bunny and Pete ordered drinks. Harry took them around the club and 
introduced them to everyone who was there. He showed them the "bedroom," 
after they had seen the recreation room and lounge. 

"You can have any kind of sex in here," he explained, "but you have to 
respect the rights of the others in here. In other words you can't just bang 
anybody you see over in the corner. If you're invited in here, fine, 
otherwise stay out. We have an orgy room for group sex." 

He took them down the hall and into an ante-room. Beyond this was another 
room, dimly lit with purple light. 

"This is the orgy room," he said. "If you come here there's no holds barred. 
Anyone can have anyone any way they want. See the sign." He indicated a sign 
that read: "ORGY ROOM: PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK." 

Bunny giggled. Pete raised his eyebrows. 

Next they went to the club room where there was a bar and tables, a large 
movie screen, and a small stage. 

"Here you can dance, bring your own films to show or see those that others 
bring. The bar is always open. You'll be initiated here tonight if you still 
want to." 

"What do you think, Bunny?" Pete asked his wife. 

"I'm game," she said. 

"Okay, fine," Harry said and took them back to the office where he gave them 
each a card that said Casa de Eros on it with the 24-hour phone number. 

At the initiation, there were two other couples who were also joining the 
club. The procedure was for the female to stand on the small stage, alone, 
and pick out different members of the audience, males, who would then come 
up and remove an item of clothing. The men did the same thing, picking out 
females to remove an item of clothing. It was a simple and fun affair with 
much applause and good-natured laughter. As soon as one of the new members 
was nude, Jean, the hostess that night, came up and photographed that 
person. 

The first night Bunny was taking on Harry, Dale and Willie while Pete was 
balling Jean in another part of the "bedroom." It was this first night that 
awakened Bunny to the potentials of her own body and that made her view sex 
in a different light. She found that she was having too much fun to mind 
that Pete was balling Jean or even her discovery that he had been balling 
Sally for a long time. 

Harry started to breathe more rapidly and as he increased his pumping 
motion, he spurted his sperm inside Bunny's pussy as orgasm overtook him. 

"Let me have it all, Harry," Bunny said,, surprised at her own brazenness. 
But her vagina was twitching with desire and she felt that she could take on 
the entire membership of the club that evening. 

Harry pumped and spurted his last until his cock went limp and then climbed 
off. In a twinkling, Dale was around in front and poking at her pussy with 
his extended cock. Harry lay alongside, panting. 

"I want to watch it go in," he told Dale and Bunny. Willie still sucked away 
on her breasts. 

"You watch," Dale puffed and moved the head of his cock to her cunt lips. He 
was on his knees, his heavy belly hanging down almost to the mattress. Bunny 
was in a half-sitting position leaning back on her extended arms, up 
thrusting her pussy so that Dale's cock could reach it. 

"Put that cock in me, Dale!" she pleaded, making it easy for him. 

The cock moved forward and down and Harry watched it spread her moist cunt 
lips apart and slide inside. 

"You'll feel this cock inside you a long time after I've gone," Dale told 
her. 

"Well, I sure feel it now," Bunny giggled and Dale slid it in to the hilt. 
She moved her hips then and the sucking sound began again as Dale's dry cock 
slithered in the hot dampness of Bunny's throbbing, pulsing cunt. 

She lay back and Dale kept rocking atop her, Willie placed his own cock in 
Bunny's hand again and she jacked him off until sperm shot all over her 
hand. He moaned and fell aside to rest as Dale fucked away and Harry looked 
on, his eyes shining in the dim light of the "bedroom." 

Jean and Pete had changed their positions and were oblivious to Bunny's 
orgy. Jean sat on Pete's face as he sucked her pussy, poking his tongue in 
and out like an anteater. She had his swollen cock in her mouth and when he 
pushed upward, the shaft of it curved into her throat as though on rollers. 
He had her legs spread wide so that the pinkness of her pussy was visible 
when he pulled her lips apart. His tongue tickled the tip of her long 
clitoris when he pulled downward on her rounded buttocks and she would gasp 
each time he struck home in this way. 

"Boy, that feels good, Pete," she breathed between sucks. 

"This is good pussy, kid," he told her. 

They kept at it for some time and then switched again. Pete got over her 
legs and sank his shaft all the way inside her with one thrust. He thought 
Jean was going to turn inside out with ecstasy when he did this. 

"Wowie!" she gasped, "you hit the button on that shot, lover." 

"Well, let's get it off together," he told her and he jammed his cock in to 
the hilt as Jean doubled up her legs so that he could touch everything she 
wanted touched. 

He pumped and pulled on her ass until he felt himself going over the top. 
Jean moaned as orgasm after orgasm spasmed her body, jerking it convulsively 
as though his cock were wired to a 220 volt outlet. 

"Damn," she moaned, "you did all the right things. I haven't come like that 
since a buck nigger raped me in back of a Florida tavern two years ago." 

"It was good, Jean," he told her, panting and gushing his last at the depths 
of her womanhood. And in the corner, Dale almost smothered Bunny with his 
bulk. He kept it up until her screams of delight filled the room. As soon as 
he had come, Harry was back on her, with hardly a stroke lost. 

Bunny came and came and the last man to ball her that first night was Pete 
who took her dog fashion while she sucked on the long cock of Harry. 

She thought about that night often and was thinking of it again as the Sea 
Stud flopped in deep troughs toward the deserted island. She thought of it, 
because in the excitement of the storm she found she had unzipped Jim 
Baker's trousers and was inside them with her hand, fondling his limp penis. 
She caught herself up abruptly and looked at him. He was tipsy from drink 
and yet she knew that he knew what was happening. 

"Surprise," he lisped. 

"Surprise, Jim," she said and gave his cock a squeeze as they both looked 
out the rain spattered window at the dark hulk of the island looming up a 
hundred yards away. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Pete pulled both throttles back all the way and rammed the gears into 
reverse. When the thump! came he throttled up to back up the boat before it 
shot up on the beach. He hadn't seen the island getting that near because of 
the lashing to the wind and water on the windshield of the Sea Stud. 

"Brace yourselves!" he shouted. 

Too late. He felt the grinding sound of the hull on rock and sand. The wheel 
spun madly out of his hands and the boat lurched onto the beach as a wave 
crashed over the decks leaving them awash. 

"Shit!" he exclaimed. He grabbed the looped line next to the wheel and put 
it over a spoke as he shut down the twin Chryslers and turned off the 
ignition. Then he went forward and threw over the anchor. 

"We've got to make it off here," he said when he had come back. "This is 
about the most dangerous place in the world right now. Come on, we'll see if 
we can find those deserted cabins. They weren't very far off the beach as I 
recall." 

The girls came up from below, their faces white with concern. 

"Jim," Pete ordered, "you jump over the side first and I'll steady the women 
as they come over. Come on now, hustle." 

Jim lurched astern as the boat rocked on its precarious perch but he managed 
to get over the side. Pete helped Bunny over first since he thought she 
might be of some help to Jim if he couldn't handle it quick enough. Next 
went Darlene and then Olive and finally Cathy. Pete looked at his boat with 
regret and leaped over the side and sank into soft wet sand. 

"Come on," he shouted above the .raging storm, "we'll find the cabins then 
I'll come back for supplies. Get off the beach before we get blown off!" 

The wind sounded like a keening chorus of banshees as they leaned into it 
and made their way up the beach toward the trees. Behind them the boat 
screeched as it rolled over rocks and slid back and forth on sand. 

The six fugitives stumbled through rain-soaked underbrush and finally came 
into a clearing where several adobe huts loomed in a circle amid the 
darkness of the storm. 

"Whew," Pete whistled, "Found 'em. Now, let's get into one and see if we can 
ride out this blow." There was no door in the first one they entered, but it 
was mostly dry inside. 

"Clear out the rubble while I get some stuff we'll need from the boat." Pete 
ordered. "Cathy, you and Olive find yourself a dry adobe and clean it out. 
This one is too small for the six of us. Bunny, give Jim a hand on this one. 
I'll take Darlene with me to help unload the boat." 

Darlene couldn't see his eyes in the darkness, but she knew how they looked. 
She liked the way he took command and knew that her husband wouldn't 
question any orders that Pete gave to any of them. She felt Bunny's 
reassuring pat on her arm and knew that it was all right for her to go with 
Pete back to the boat. 

"Come on, Darlene," he said, taking her hand, "Let's head back out into the 
weather." 

The two teenaged girls left the adobe and ran laughing to find themselves a 
shelter of their own. Pete and Darlene ran back across the clearing and down 
to the beach. Pete jumped aboard the Sea Stud first and then pulled her up 
over the side. 

When she stood up straight, Pete took her into his arms. 

There was something wild and savage about the way he held her and kissed 
her, his tongue opening her mouth like a burglar's pry. his loins pressing 
against hers while the rain stung their bodies in a million wind-stabbed 
pinpricks. 

Darlene responded to his urgency and held him tight against her, feeling, in 
her cunt, a hot twinge as though his cock were already rifling the lock. 
Again, she wondered at her own brazenness and yet she knew that the fires 
that were now being lighted had been there all the time, dormant, just below 
the surface that her husband had glided over so perfunctorily. 

"Pete!" Darlene exclaimed, breaking the kiss. "Not now! Not here!" 

"What better place?" 

"But they'll be waiting for us!" Pete took her hand and pulled her inside 
the deck cabin, out of the driving rain. 

"There's time, Darlene," he husked. 

She licked her wet lips and looked up at the blonde Adonis. Desire flooded 
her body and again, she felt the twitching in her cunt that told her she 
wanted this man to fill her. She wanted him and wanted him bad. 

"Yes, God, yes," she answered. "I don't care. Take me. Pete, take me!" 

He led her below to the bunks and closed the cabin door. 

"Get out of your clothes," he told her, stripping his trunks off as he 
spoke. 

And she came to him, naked, her body glistening with the wetness from the 
rain. He crawled into a lower bunk with her as the boat tossed in its 
shallow mooring by the beach. The occasional lightning lit their gleaming 
bodies and furred them with phosphorus as they lay facing each other, close 
and touching loin to loin. 

Pete took a breast in his hand and kneaded the nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger. Darlene reacted instantly as the kernel of her breast hardened 
like a fallen acorn. Her body moved against his as though it were 
electrified. Banked fires of desire flamed out as deep within her she felt 
the love juices flow in preparation for his cock's entrance into her vagina. 
Pete bent his head to her nipple and took it between his teeth, urging his 
tongue against the tiny nodule and sucking it to a point like ice cream in a 
cone. 

"Pete, oh Pete, this is too much," Darlene breathed. "I never dreamed I 
could have you." 

"Touch me," he whispered and her hand went to his cock and found it. She 
caressed its growing stalk of flesh and pressed its tip against the lips of 
her cunt. 

"Oh, you're so big," she murmured. 

"Do you want me?" he asked without needing to ask. 

"I can almost feel you inside me now. Yes, Pete, yes," she breathed. "I want 
you. More than anything in the world." 

She pulled her hand up under the mushroom head of his cock and felt the 
strong blood course through its greatness. She rubbed her thumb over the 
seeping hole of it and oiled the warhead while her own pussy lubricated 
itself with the warnings of her passion. Pete moved his head to her other 
breast and she arched her back to bring the breast within easy range of his 
mouth. His hand moved to her pussy and cupped it in an Italian handshake as 
though to feel its weight and dimensions. 

"You have a nice soft pussy, Darlene," he told her. 

"It wants your cock inside it," she replied. 

He extended his middle finger and parted her pussy-lips and rubbed the 
lubricated inner labia up and down bringing a gasp to Darlene's lips. Then 
he pushed his finger on inside and found the sleeping clitoris floating in a 
sea of precoital fluid. He thrummed it with his fingertip as though it were 
a guitar string and Darlene gasped, her pussy pulsing like a frightened sea 
anemone. 

"You're touching it, Pete. like it's never been touched before. It feels so 
good I think I'm going to pass out." 

"It'll feel better." 

"Yes, oh yes, God." 

"You're ready, Darlene. I would take more time but there's time for more 
later. I'm going to take you now. I'm going to fuck you." 

"Yes, Pete, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." 

"Move your legs apart and lie flat on your back. This fucking bunk is so 
small." 

"Yes." 

"That's good," he said, moving over her like a hunter stalking close game. 

His spear poised above her rhythmically pulsating pussy. He looked down at 
her fine nakedness as lightning jammed silver through the portholes and 
spilled mercury all over her body. He saw the slightly up thrust swamp of 
her womanhood and her spread legs holding it in, tenderly as though it were 
a rare treasure seen only on rare nights in strange places. He felt a twinge 
of electricity in the head of his cock and dipped it down to the lips like a 
divining rod seeking the liquid under the earth. 

He touched her pussy and she jerked convulsively. 

"Oh, Pete, God!" 

She did not have to guide him in. He found the opening with his warhead and 
forced his cock through as though it were a wand waving through thin veils. 
He filled her pussy with his bigness and she skewered herself on it with an 
unexpected enthusiasm. He let the head linger a moment where the clit stood 
like a rigid sentinel guarding the cavern and she rubbed her buttocks on the 
bunk so that his male hood twanged it like a Jew's harp tolling deep under 
the sea. 

"My God, Pete, I'm coming like crazy." 

"Good." 

"I mean, snap snap snap. Every time you touch my clit I go off." 

"Let it go. Keep it on there," he said, holding himself over her like a 
guillotine blade poised to fall. 

"I am, Pete, I am. It just keeps coming. I keep gushing." 

She gasped as she moved her ass in a circular motion impaling herself on his 
shaft with blind delight tearing at her senses like senseless piranha. 

Then Pete pushed in with his cock as full force. He thought Darlene would 
turn inside out with the ecstasy of it. 

She sagged as though he had delivered a blow to her solar plexus. And then 
she arched like a tarpon on the end of a tightened down line as it breaks 
from the sea. Pete let her have all of it, sank it clear to womb tip and 
kept it there as she ground her hips as though the mortar were moving under 
the pestle. Her fingernails clawed his back and he didn't feel them rake 
furrows of blood in their angry path. 

He pulled his cock back and then sank it again jamming its upper flatness 
against her clit. Darlene's legs flew up spontaneously and she could feel 
his cock enter her womb like a battering ram. 

"You fucker, Pete," she gasped, "you're fucking me like I've never been 
fucked before!" 

He almost laughed to himself. He had hardly moved. But it made no 
difference. Darlene had been hungry for him and they were together now. 

He felt his own juices rising almost to the point of explosion and he let 
the affection-starved woman have her head. He exulted in the sure way his 
cock filled her and moved through the depths of her, bringing forth bright 
eruptions of flame every time he touched her clit. 

She became so soaked from his presence that he began to lose feeling in the 
head of his cock. It was difficult to stay atop her with the boat rolling as 
it was. But he was caught up in Darlene's own ecstatic gyrations and the 
animality of the whole scene. He was glad to take her in this way. It was 
the best feeling he had had since they had left home and crossed the border 
at Mexicali. 

"Oh, this is too much!" she moaned, her legs high, her slit open in a wide 
stretch. 

"I'm going to come myself in a minute," he told her. 

"Oh, Pete, please do. Please come. I want your juices inside me. I want all 
of you inside me." She moved her hips to emphasize her excitement and he 
pumped atop her, his shaft rising and falling with well-oiled smoothness. 

Pete moved his knees closer to Darlene's arms and sank his shaft deeper into 
her pussy. He heard her sigh with pleasure as he put force into his strokes. 
He felt himself being caught up in the tingling shudders that lead to 
orgasm. He held her very close to him as he drove on, his cock reaming her 
pussy with full-bore intensity, and then he felt his body go helpless as his 
sperm shot through the tube in fiery orgasm. He buried his shaft deep in her 
and held it there as it burst loose its milky flood like a broken fountain. 

"Oh, Pete, you're wonderful. You were right there. I can feel your cum in 
me. Give it all to me. Every drop of it." 

"Oh, baby," breathed Pete, "that was good. That was good pussy." 

"I'm so happy you liked me." 

"It was good, Darlene." 

"I've never been so happy. God, you were big in me!" She could feel his limp 
cock ejecting even as she spoke. Soon it slithered free of her clasping 
vagina and tumbled upon her mat like some drowned sea-creature. 

"It's all over, sweet," he said. 

"Yes," she admitted, sadly. "But we will again, won't we?" 

He looked at her strongly for a long moment. "Yes, Darlene. We will again. 
This was only a preliminary bout." 

"Ummm. I'm glad. We better get back, huh?" 

"Yes, I know." 

He climbed off the bunk and searched through the locker for dry clothes. 
Darlene opened her suitcase which was under the bunk. She dressed in slacks 
and jersey shell and put on her wet boat shoes, fluffed her dark hair. 

"Set?" he asked, when he was dressed in slacks and pullover turtleneck. 

"Set," she said. 

"Good. We'll carry slickers and lanterns, some groceries and utensils back 
to the adobe." 

"We'll have to make several trips, won't we?" 

"Yes," he grinned. 

"Good," she laughed wickedly. 

When they ventured back out into the storm carrying their load of supplies, 
Darlene could still imagine the bigness of his cock inside her. 

She wanted him again and hoped he'd be ready to take her when they returned 
to the boat for more supplies. 

The storm seemed to take in its breath as they plodded up the beach. It 
seemed that it was gathering strength for the next phase of its destructive 
mission upon the earth and the things that rode on the sea. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

After the girls had gone and Pete and Darlene had left to go back to the 
boat, Bunny and Jim looked at each other for a moment in the awkward 
silence. 

"Well," he said, "I suppose we had best clean up this cabin." 

"If you want," she said. 

"Well, isn't that what Pete asked us to do?" 

"Yes. They won't be back for awhile." She gave him a long look. 

Jim-coughed self-consciously. 

He looked down at his open fly and remembered. He looked up at Bunny and 
smiled sheepishly. 

"Why did you do what you did?" he asked. 

"What's that?" 

"On the boat. You know." 

"Oh, that? I just felt like it. I wanted to see if you would get excited." 

"But ... right out in the open like that. Weren't you afraid of your 
husband?" 

"Pete? Hardly, Jim. He had his hands full at the time. And his mind was on a 
lot of other things." 

"Yes, I suppose so. I-I don't know what to say, Mrs. Lonsdale. I-I've never 
had anyone do anything like that to me before." 

"No, I suppose not," she smiled. "Zip up your fly, Jim. And call me Bunny. 
Let's get some of this clutter cleaned up and then we can talk. Okay?" 

"Okay, Mrs., uh, Bunny," he said, and zipped up his fly. 

The dirt floor of the adobe was littered with rusted tin cans, old 
newspapers, El Mexicano, dirty cloths, an old mattress that rats had used 
for nesting, fish hooks and line, some yellowed magazines and assorted 
utensils that were broken and useless. Bunny made piles of the rubble and 
Jim carried them out into the storm and threw them twenty yards from the 
adobe. Soon the clay shack began to look as barren as when it was first 
built. Bunny's clothes had almost dried when they were finished. She sighed 
and sat on a wooden barrel that she had not thrown out, a nail keg that was 
still intact. 

"That was work," Jim said. "I wish they'd get back." 

"They'll be back soon," Bunny said. 

"I hope they bring some beer. I'm thirsty." Bunny thought that he was 
probably still drunk. 

"Do you swing, Jim?" she asked, delighting in her sudden cruelty. 

"I-I don't know what you mean," he said honestly. 

"Never mind." 

She looked at him. He was a slender man who looked almost consumptive, with 
a sunken chest and frail hands and arms. He was almost handsome with his 
dark hair and brown eyes, but back of them she saw little backbone, little 
character. Still, she was attracted to him because he was a square. If he 
had been more aggressive they wouldn't be wasting all this time while Pete 
was balling Darlene. She was sure of that. She knew her husband too well and 
knew that he had made good time before the storm hit. Well, that was all 
right. She had Jim to coach and from the looks of it, it was going to take 
some doing. Yet the business of the open fly had opened up a hell of a lot 
of ground. She chuckled to herself thinking about it. 

"What're you thinking about?" Jim asked her. 

"You," she said, "Me?" 

"Yes, I was just thinking how cute and innocent you are, Jim." 

"I don't understand." 

"Have you ever balled anybody in your life besides Darlene?" 

"I'm sorry, Mrs.-I mean, Bunny, I don't quite get your point." 

"Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?" 

"Of course not. We grew up together. But I'm surprised you would ask such a 
question." 

"Don't let it throw you." 

"I guess you and Mr. Lonsdale lead a-a different sort of life than we do, 
Mrs., ah, Bunny." 

"Yes Jim, I suppose we do," she sighed. 

"Darlene and I grew up together, went to the same schools, the same church. 
Both liked the same things. She would never, ah, and I would never. I mean 
we're just not that way. I don't mean that you and Mr. Lonsdale are, but I 
mean you both seem a lot more worldly than we." He was still a little tipsy, 
she could tell. His words were slightly slurred by the effects of the beer. 

"Don't you ever feel as though you're missing something, Jim?" 

"Why no-no, I don't think so. We have a very full life, Darlene and I." 

"Really? It looks quite sheltered from here. But I'm not knocking it, Jim 
baby. Except that I think it's time you started living. Really living. 
Grooving." 

"I don't think we ought to be talking this way with your husband gone, 
Bunny." 

"Gone or here, what's the difference? Come here, Jim," she ordered. 

Jim hesitated a second or two, then came and stood in front of Bunny, who 
was sitting, legs apart, on the keg. 

"Here, Jim, give me your hand." He gingerly held out his hand. 

Bunny took it and placed it on her breast. She felt it tremble as she took a 
deep breath. Her breast rose with the breathing and filled his shaking hand. 
Bunny looked up into Jim's eyes and saw only darkness. She wished she could 
see them but it was too dark in the adobe. 

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, finally. 

"Because I don't want you to be afraid of me." she said. "I want you to 
touch me, Jim." 

He tried to take his hand away from her breast. She held on to it and began 
to rub it in a circular motion. 

"Do you know," she told him, "how good that feels to me? I can feel your 
hand clear down between my legs." 

"Good lord," he mumbled. "This is unbelievable." 

"You'll believe it, Jim." She stood up, still holding his hand clasped to 
her breast. She put her body next to his so that they were touching. He was 
trembling all over, whether from the cold or the nearness of her she didn't 
know. She kept kneading his hand on her breast. With her other hand she 
grabbed his and put it between her legs. 

"Oh lord," he said. "Mrs. Lonsdale, you're making me do this." His voice 
shook as though he spoke while running on a treadmill. 

"Yes, Jim, I am. But I want you to enjoy it. Do you know that your hand on 
me gives me a hell of a thrill?" 

"No. I mean yes. I don't know. I don't want to do this." 

"How do you feel, Jim?" 

"My legs-my legs feel like they're made of rubber. I don't feel so good." 

She pulled his hand hard against her pussy. She could feel his palms go 
sweaty as he contacted the warmth of her nest. She ground her pubes against 
his hand and held his other hand right against her breast. "That's good, 
Jim. It feels very good," she said softly in the darkness of the adobe. 

Crashes of lightning lit the two as they stood there like some half-lit 
tableau. It was very quiet in the cabin but they could hear the rain driving 
against the thick walls and spattering above them on the roof. 

"Oh lord, I can't believe this," he whispered more to himself then to Bunny. 

She moved his hand to her leg and the hem of her shorts. She hunched herself 
down slightly and pushed his hand inside. The shorts were loose on her leg 
and his hand went underneath the cloth. 

He didn't try to elude her grasp although he could have easily slipped away 
now that her hand had less control over his. Bunny smiled to herself in the 
darkness. 

"Put your hand inside," she whispered. "Find me. Find my pussy." 

Jim felt dizzy and his legs went weak. 

"Please," she moaned. "Do this for me, Jim. Please." 

She felt his hand move slightly closer toward her nest. It was one of the 
eeriest feelings she had ever experienced. 

"Please. Touch me, Jim." 

His hand moved closer until it touched the curly wire hairs on the outer 
edges of her pussy. 

"Closer," she urged. 

Jim's breathing was very heavy and it filled the quiet room with its painful 
sound. He moved his hand still closer until his palm was scratchy with the 
nest of pubic hairs. Bunny had moved him around so that he could put his 
hand in as far as she wanted it without causing him to feel any more awkward 
than he already did. 

"Touch it," she said. 

Jim took in a deep breath. His hand hovered over her pussy lips for a long 
moment and then moved gently toward her pussy until it was touching the 
flesh. 

Bunny let out a long sigh. "That feels good, Jim. Are you all right?" 

"I-I don't know what to say. This is something I never would have thought I 
would do. I'm glad I'm a little drunk." 

Bunny smiled and patted his hand underneath her shorts. "I want you to put 
your finger inside me." she said. 

"I-this is wrong, Mrs. Lonsdale, wrong!" he blurted his voice trembling. 

"Look, Jim, you've gone this far. We're not doing anything wrong. I just 
want to feel your finger inside me. Now take your hand away. That's it. Now 
stand to one side of me. No, wait. I'll pull my shorts and panties down. 
Don't worry now, dammit." 

She unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them in the back and let them drop to 
the floor. She dropped her panties to her knees. Jim could see her dark 
patch and her legs fairly clearly and he shook his head in bewilderment. 

"Now, Jim. Touch me again." 

She took his hand when he hesitated and put it on her pussy again. 

"Put your finger inside me." She squatted slightly and spread her legs as 
his finger groped for the hole. 

"There. That's it." she said. "Put it in deep." His finger slid past her 
lips and into her slot. He felt her body shudder and his own knees weaken 
like young trees being climbed by a heavy animal. 

Their twin breathings became very audible in the adobe shell. like the 
whispers of lovers under summer trees or the rustle of sheets in clandestine 
bedrooms. like the deep sighings of large animals mating in spring forests. 
like the sounds a house makes when it has been empty a long time and a 
listener comes in and hears its memories moving. 

Bunny put her hand on Jim's crotch. She felt his cock curled up hard like 
the knob on a Scotsman's knurled cane and she slid her own hand up inside 
his shorts and grabbed the bone of it. She uncurled it and felt a spasm 
shake Jim's body. 

"Finger fuck me, Jim," she said quietly. He knew what to do. 

He moved his finger in and out of her pussy as she stripped his cock with 
her hand, making it grow large and virile. 

"Does this feel good to you, Jim?" she asked after a few moments. 

"I would be lying if I said it didn't. Lord, Bunny, what if they should come 
back?" he moaned. 

"They'd probably laugh their asses off," she grinned and squeezed his cock 
hard. 

Jim let out a breath. She could feel him coming close to orgasm. She herself 
was wet through and through with the probing of his supple finger inside her 
pussy. 

She pulled his cock out of his shorts, sideways. Then she jacked it very 
quickly, moving her hand up and down its length in swift strokes, squeezing 
the uncircumcised head very hard as her fist passed it. She could sense his 
knees buckling and the sperm starting to rise in his stalk like sap in an 
April tree. 

Quickly she moved her head down to his shorts and held the head of his cock 
up to her mouth. Just as she swallowed his foreskin she felt the hot juices 
spurt into her throat. Above her, incongruously, she could hear him sobbing, 
sobbing like a lost child. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Olive Baker gave Cathy Lonsdale a pinch on the ass and laughed. They had 
their cabin almost cleared and were delighted with it. They already felt as 
if they owned it all themselves. 

"Let's go back to the boat ourselves and get the air mattresses," Cathy 
said. "My dad has a whole bunch of them. Or sleeping bags. And candles. Oh, 
Olive, we're gonna have a ball!" 

"Groovy. Let's go!" 

They ran like dark gazelles through the clearing, their feet spanging up 
little spouts of water where they touched ground. They slithered through the 
mud and their giggles hung like holiday ribbons in the air, full of girlish 
ringlets and colors. 

They saw the boat rocking gently on its half-perch by the beach and came on 
to it from the bow. They were walking by a porthole when lightning struck 
like a rifle shot. Cathy gasped as she looked in the window and saw the 
naked back of her father and the face of Olive's mother, slack-mouthed and 
rapturous. 

"What's the matter?" Olive asked when she heard Cathy's gasp. 

"Don't look in there!" she whispered in a too large stage voice full of mock 
fear. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Shh! They'll hear us!" Cathy begged. 

Olive looked at Cathy as though she were a half-wit. Puzzled, she herself 
looked in the window and could see nothing. She turned to her companion. 

"Is someone in there?" 

"Yes," Cathy whispered, pulling on Olive's hand. "Let's get out of here!" 

"No! Not until I find out what's going on." 

"Please. It's Daddy." 

"So, what's he doing?" 

"Nothing." 

Olive looked at Cathy suspiciously. "If it's nothing what're you so scared 
about?" 

Olive peered in the porthole again just as the night sky lit up with several 
bolts of lightning. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets as she saw what 
Cathy had seen. She turned away from the porthole. She knew what was 
happening. She had seen the bare back of Pete Lonsdale and the demented look 
on her own mother's face. She knew that her mother and Cathy's father were 
having intercourse. It left her breathless and she wanted to see more. 

But fear took over and she grabbed Cathy's hand. "Let's get away from here 
until they leave," she whispered. 

"Okay," said Cathy, glad to have a leader whom she could follow. 

The two teenaged girls tiptoed stealthily across the sand until they found a 
clump of underbrush where they could squat unseen. Neither of them realized 
that they were witnessing the final moments of their parent's lovemaking 
until several minutes later they saw the two of them make their way off the 
boat loaded with supplies. The two girls shivered with a combination of 
feelings and when they had caught their breaths, went to the deserted boat. 

"It's spooky," said Cathy, after they were aboard. 

"Don't talk that way," whispered Olive. 

The boat shook in the wind and the rain and its noises made the girls 
apprehensive. 

"Let's get what you said we'd need, Cathy, and get back." 

"Okay," said Cathy, "Let's get some candles and those air mattresses. Here, 
I know where they are." The girls gathered the things they wanted in their 
adobe and left the boat. It rattled like a skeleton at its moorings and 
groaned like a ghost ship inhabited by the footfalls of dead pirates as they 
left it with their prizes loaded on their young backs. The wind drove the 
rain into their cheeks like needles and yet they laughed as they trudged 
toward their adobe as wet as drenched sparrows in a sudden spring rain. 

Back at their own deserted adobe shack the two girls made it ready for 
themselves. They boarded up the open windows with wood they found and lit 
their candles for light. They made their beds and when it was cozy they 
looked at each other with pride illuminating their faces. 

"It's going to be fun," said Olive. 

"It is already," said Cathy. 

They had their beds together in one corner of the room and they felt safe as 
the storm raged outside. They felt safe from the outside but their thoughts 
were inside them and they worried over them like a pup wolf with the dead 
hide of a killed prey. They had seen the two people in the boat making love 
and they were in awe of what they had seen. They had heard about love and 
they had thought about it. But they had not seen their own parents making 
love and especially they had not seen their parents making love outside of 
marriage. 

They thought about it and they watched the two candles they had lit. They 
watched the candles cast shadows around the bare but cozy room and they both 
thought of the two people on the boat making love. The two strangers making 
love. The two naked people making love. Adam and Eve. They thought about 
these things and they thought about all those strange images they had seen 
in the boat on the beach in the storm. 

Sometime later, the girls were startled to see Bunny Lonsdale come in their 
door. She carried a bundle and a flashlight. 

"Oh, you girls look so settled already," she said. "I brought you some 
supper." She opened the bundle and revealed several tins and two cans of 
Coke. 

"There's some beef jerky here and some surplus C-rations if you want candy," 
she told them. "Will you two be all right?" 

"Yes, Mom," said Cathy. 

"Good. Sleep tight. If you need anything just holler." 

"Good night, Mom," said Cathy. 

"Good night, Mrs. Lonsdale." 

"Good night, Olive. Good night, Cathy." 

And the two girls were left alone with their welcome treasure. 

"I was hungry, weren't you?" asked Cathy. 

"I'll say. Mmmmm. Let's see what goodies your mom brought us." 

The two girls shared a dry supper of beef jerky, chocolate and Coke, 
chatting lightly about their adventurous predicament. Both agreed that it 
was more fun than they had had in a long time. Each of them avoided saying 
anything about what they had seen in the boat. But Cathy had barely been 
able to talk to her mother when she had brought the food and now she sat 
with Olive feeling sorry for her mother and wondering if her father were 
really bad or just a victim of Olive's mother. 

Full and happy, although beset with unnamable apprehensions and half-formed 
erotic images, the two girls lay on their air mattresses and tried to go to 
sleep. Cathy stared up at the ceiling for a long time while Olive watched 
her in the candle's fading glow. Soon the candle sputtered out and the adobe 
was plunged into stygian darkness. 

"Are you asleep, Cathy?" Olive whispered. 

"No. Are you?" 

"Not yet." 

And the two girls were silent with their thoughts and with the storm-filled 
night. 

In the dream she was riding a large white stallion over heathery gray hills 
in the twilight. She could feel his muscles working as they pounded over the 
earth, the two of them, Cathy and her white horse, as free as the wind. In 
the twilight of her dream world the land was all hers stretching out into 
faint cerulean horizons and she felt the hooves of her mount strike flint 
from the rocks as she galloped on and on into the peculiar darkness that was 
coming on. The throbbing of the horse under her was strangely exciting as 
she rode on and she felt a bubbling in her stomach that was like a nameless 
fear. 

Suddenly the horse sailed over a deep gully and in her dream the horse 
turned black. When it landed she felt the shock of her body hitting the bare 
back of the horse and again that sexual excitement that had been building up 
as she rode. Her pubes were being rubbed by the rocking of the romping 
horse. The heat from her pussy spread through her loins and to her 
straddling legs and in the pit of her stomach the sexual excitement boiled 
like a demon's cauldron. 

She could feel the corded tendons of the dark stallion as the two of them 
raced as one over the shifting landscape of the dream. She felt the ground 
change beneath the horse's hooves as they began to climb a steep slope. 
Above, she saw sheer agate cliffs, monolithic spires stretching out of sight 
in bulging dark clouds. She felt her breath come in short gasps as the horse 
raced headlong up the steep cliff toward the dizzy dream heights. And still 
the excitement in her loins increased, spreading past her stomach to her 
breasts which began to grow large like soft pulsing melons. 

Cathy could feel herself floating upward atop the dark stallion, her body 
heated up with strange fires, her lungs gasping for breath, her stomach 
tight with fear and desire. 

The dreamland changed, then, as she and the horse bounded over a sheer 
precipice. Ahead lay a green glade in a forest. She felt the black horse 
grow smaller between her legs until it disappeared just as she reached the 
grassy meadow in the midst of tall and stately trees. She tumbled head over 
heels and came to rest on her back looking up at blue sky marbled with 
strips of white cloud. The leaves danced patterns on her tanned face and 
nearby, shadows, shot with sun, played like shapeless animals in the 
benevolent underbrush. She felt at peace with the world of the dream. 

And then she was naked and there was darkness. Her breasts were very large 
and pink like the noses of rabbits with a strange wax-like quality that made 
them seem almost translucent. Her pussy was large and bushy like a lion's 
mane and when she spread her legs she felt a stab of desire just past the 
large thick lips. She lay there for a long time, her body pulsing and aching 
with desire and then she heard the hoof beats. 

As she lay in the glade with her legs apart and her pussy open and throbbing 
for relief, the black stallion returned, his gigantic cock hanging between 
his legs and aimed for her open twat. She saw him rear up over her and fall 
back down over her and then she felt the searing thrust of his huge cock 
opening her pussy with one mighty thrust and the hot juices of her pussy 
poured out of her, covering her thick bushy hair, her legs, and the green 
ground of the dream. 

She could feel her lips moving and hear the unfamiliar words coming out of 
her mouth. 

"Fuck me, you big black-cocked horse, fuck me!" And she could almost see the 
words forming in the air as the stallion mounted her and fucked her with 
stab after stab of his enormous black cock. 

She rolled in tormented ecstasy as the stallion reared and struck with his 
dark lance deep in her gushing pussy. The hot juices boiled out of her with 
every fierce prod of his angry cock. 

"Oh, fuck me, horsy, fuck me!" she moaned in her dream and the stallion rose 
above her again and again, opening her pussy each time like a raw wound with 
his flaming prong. 

And then, again, the dream changed. 

As though a translucent veil had passed over her ravaged body on the sward. 
She moaned and gasped for breath. Her pussy diminished to a normal size and 
turned into a gray mewing kitten alive between her legs, hungry for milk. 
Her breasts shrank to normal size, their nipples taut and expectant as baby 
birds' beaks stretching upward out of a nest. 

The horse, the black stallion, was gone. 

In his place a man straddling her, naked and virile, his veins standing out 
like black cords in black granite. Between his legs a map of Africa and 
dangling down his dark cock, long and sinuous like a python dipped in tar. 
His chest was wide and strong and his neck thick as a Miura bull's. His 
teeth were white and smiling with a natural lust and his eyes were red and 
elusive as though banked fires glowed in his head. He stood over her and she 
knew who he was. She had seen him before in her dreams. She knew him and 
she. waited for him to take her body and ravage it as he had so many times 
before. 

She spread her legs and opened her cunt like a flower to receive him. 

The Negro of her dreams took his long limp cock in his hands and pointed it 
at her. 

It became a lance of darkest granite with the tip of it like a budding rose. 

"Fuck me, black man lover," she said in her dream and he dropped his bulk to 
her body. 

She felt his hot black body all over her. She exulted in his black skin 
covering her like a blanket. She felt his cock open her pussy and plunge 
inside her with a blazing swelling motion that took her breath and her voice 
away. 

She felt her body succumb to the Negro's cock delving deep inside her and 
his black body all over hers as though trying to merge forever into it. She 
felt his cock probe her innards like a molten sword and the gushing answer 
her pussy gave him spilled all over them both. 

She pulled at him and tore at him. He rose above her and his cock grew 
longer and thicker. Each time he came down on her it almost split her in two 
with the ferocity of its thrust. She found her body moving against his, 
slapping against it with an audible swack! swack! of flesh. 

"Fuck me, you black bastard, fuck me," her dream voice moaned as her hips 
ground on his cock and her body buckled like a tortured animal in its death 
throes. 

She felt the wetness and the hotness. 

She moaned and delighted in the black man's fucking her. She opened her 
pussy wider and wider as his cock got bigger and bigger. 

The dream went on and the dream ended. 

With a start, she awoke in the dark, frightened, her body soaked with sweat. 
Panic rose in her throat as she felt real flesh against hers. 

Her eyes widened and her throat constricted with fear. 

She felt a body against hers and dampness between her legs. She struggled to 
sit up and groped blindly to see who her attacker was. She felt soft flesh 
and withdrew in terror. 

"Oh my God," she managed to croak. 

"Shhhh ! Cathy," she heard a voice say. "It's me. Olive. Shhh! I won't hurt 
you. Be quiet." 

Cathy almost fainted with' relief. She let out a sigh and breathed deeply as 
she composed herself. So it was only a dream and this was Olive with her. 

But then she felt the hand on her breast and a moment later another one 
groping between her legs. 

Her mouth opened and her body began to shudder. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Pete Lonsdale finished stocking the main cabin with supplies from the boat, 
as the two women made it habitable. Besides food, bedding and blankets, he 
brought a.22 rifle, his .38 pistol, portable short wave and marine radio, 
Coleman stove and heater, candles, hatchet, flare gun and flares, beer, 
whiskey, and colas. He made the last two trips to the boat by himself 
because he was hungry and wanted no distractions while he unloaded. 

Jim began on the beer almost as soon as Pete had brought it. When the women 
had finished making up the one room adobe it looked homey enough for any 
camper. Bunny had put up barricades in the windows so that a great deal of 
the rain was kept out. With the candles lit and a Coleman heater going, the 
adobe became warm with the presence of people, of life. 

"Soup's on," said Bunny after she had finished preparing a simple meal of 
hot dogs cut up into little ovals mixed with hash brown potatoes and a side 
dish of pork and beans. Pete handed each of them Boy Scout utensils and 
cracked open a beer for himself and Jim. The two women washed their food 
down with Cokes, and for a while there was no special tension in the adobe. 

Afterwards, when they all sat around smoking, Pete brought it up. 

"Well, I notice we have pretty tight sleeping quarters here," he said. 

Silence. 

"Not a bad arrangement for some people," Pete said. 

Jim coughed but did not say anything. 

"It's cozy," said Bunny, giving her husband a look. 

"Yes, I'll say," said Darlene, not looking at her husband. 

"That's my point," said Pete. "It's cozy and we're all together so we might 
as well make this just one big bed. We'll keep warmer that way and what the 
hell, we're all adults." 

Jim looked up from his beer then. "I-I don't think I like that idea," he 
ventured. 

"Oh, Jim," Darlene said. "Don't be so-so square." 

There. It was out in the open. 

"I don't know what you mean, Darlene. It's just-just not healthy-that's 
all." 

"Bullshit!" roared Pete. 

"Jim, we're all together here. One family. Right?" said Bunny. "Relax. You 
might even enjoy it." 

Pete gave his wife a grateful glance. Jim looked pasty-faced and glum. 

"Well, as long as we just sleep, I guess it's all right." 

Pete, Darlene and Bunny all gave each other looks. 

Jim coughed again self-consciously and sipped long on his beer. Pete puffed 
at his pipe and looked thoughtfully into its smoke. 

Here were three people, he thought, willing to ball and one square in the 
group. The problem, as he saw it, was to convince that one outsider to go 
along with the group. He decided, after a moment, to plunge right in. This 
was the way he made all his moves and it had made him a rich man. He was 
decisive when decisions needed to be made and he saw no difference in this 
situation than many others he had faced when the stakes were different. 

"Jim," Pete said, "I want to lay it on the line. Okay? We're all big kids 
here and while you've been swilling your goddamned beer and sitting all 
uptight with your own ball of wax, things've been happening. I mean it's 
like nineteen hundred and seventy one, things are different. People are 
freer nowadays. They don't swallow the bullshit they were raised with and 
they want to get with it. Be modern. Now I think you gotta realize that 
something's been going on here and you've been out of it. Right?" 

"I-I guess so," Jim stuttered. 

"You're damn right," Pete said. "Now, to put it bluntly, the rest of us here 
like a little variety in life. I know you like Bunny and she--likes you. I 
dig your wife, Darlene, and she digs me, I think. The thing is, what're we 
gonna do about it? Hell, here we all are in a very groovy situation and it's 
time to swing. Get me? I mean, let your hair down, Jim boy, and get with it. 
I'll make it easy on you. Just close your eyes and let it happen. You don't 
have to say `yes,' 'no' or `maybe,' baby. We're all together here and we're 
going to do our thing. Just relax and enjoy yourself. With Bunny." 

Jim stared at Pete with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. 

"You mean you're asking me to-to make love to your wife?" he stammered. 

"Is there something wrong with her?" Pete scowled. 

"No-no of course not. But I mean it just isn't-isn't right. And I can't tell 
my wife to go along with such a thing." He gulped after he said it as six 
eyes stared at him. 

"I said to just close your eyes. You don't have to give permission for 
anything. It's all taken care of. Now, my advice to you is to crawl in that 
corner over there and we'll blow out the lanterns and hit the sack. Don't 
think. Just lie there and let it happen. In the morning you'll feel better." 

"Is-is this all right with you, Darlene?" Jim asked his wife, afraid to get 
an answer. 

"Jim," she said kindly, "do what Pete says. Let's not sit around and discuss 
it. We're marooned out here on this island and, well, I guess the rules are 
different, that's all." 

"Do you love me, Darlene?" Jim asked pathetically. 

"Of course I do, honey," she said. She went to him and kissed him. He 
started to cry and she looked at him with half-pity and half-disgust. 

"Go to bed, Jim," Pete ordered. "I'm shutting out the goddamned lights." 

Bunny went over to Jim and pushed Darlene away. "Come on, Jim, relax. In the 
dark everything'll be all right." 

Pete turned down the Coleman lantern slowly and the room got dimmer. He 
looked at the bewildered Jim and winked at Bunny. "Everything's going to be 
just fine," he said as the lamp went out and the room went dark. 

Pete went to the opposite side of the room and began taking off his clothes. 
In a second, Darlene was beside him, her lips hungrily searching his neck 
and jaw for his mouth. She found him and they kissed as his shirt was 
halfway off. They could hear Bunny and Jim whispering on the other side of 
the room. 

Bunny worked fast. She had Jim's fly open and his cock in her hand before he 
could protest what he knew must be happening with his wife. He felt sick to 
his stomach and a dark hatred began to form in his mind like a knife being 
sharpened by unseen hands. Pete Lonsdale was a no-good bastard and his wife, 
Darlene, well, she was nothing but a dirty whore after all these years of 
marriage! But Bunny was making him forget these things because her hand on 
his cock was exciting-the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a 
long time. 

Jim heard her whispering in his ear and he did what she told him to do. He 
lay back on the sleeping bag and felt her loosening his Bermudas and 
slipping them down his legs. She took off his shoes in the dark and then he 
felt her mouth on his cock as it had been before. The memory of her mouth on 
the head of his prick brought a twinge that was exquisite pain. 

He was glad that she was doing it to him in the dark. The dark hid so many 
things. He did not want to see her face. He did not want to see his cock in 
her mouth just yet. He did not want Darlene to see him with this look of 
rapture on his face. And he did not want to see Darlene and Pete across the 
room, his hands on her, perhaps his cock piercing her labia. Thinking these 
thoughts, Jim gave himself to Bunny Lonsdale, delighting in the perverse 
pleasure of his sex with her. He thrust upward with his shaft and felt it 
strike the back of Bunny's throat. He heard her gag and jammed his cock 
harder, wondering at his own viciousness. 

Bunny raked her teeth lightly back and forth on the skin of his penis and 
Jim knew it was a warning to him that he should not be so rough with her. He 
let her suck him then, and she laved his already wet cock with her tongue 
and lips in long smooth strokes. He felt his fluids gathering momentum for 
the headlong rush up the tube and his hips moved almost involuntarily as he 
was swept up in the love rhythm of Bunny's mouth upon his cock. 

He took her head and hair in his hands and abandoned himself further to her 
oral manipulations of his organ. Long buried thoughts of sex came to life in 
his conscious mind as he thrust his cock deep in her throat. Suddenly she 
broke the suction and he wondered what had happened. 

But Bunny was not through with Jim. She slid over him until her pussy was 
rubbing against his throbbing wet cock. "Fuck me, now, Jim," she whispered 
to him. 

He lay there, not knowing what she wanted him to do. Her body pressed down 
on his and he could smell her musk. 

Her hand came down and grasped his cock. She put the head of it against the 
labia of her vagina and forced it past. She lowered her body onto his peg 
and he felt it sliding home through the hot damp labyrinth of soft flesh. 

"Oh, oh!" he gasped, his organ tingling with the electric sensations of his 
entrance. 

"You're a good boy," said Bunny. "You fill me up with that cock of yours, 
Jim." 

He groaned. 

He could feel Bunny's pussy alive around his pulsing member. She lifted 
herself and lowered herself ever so slowly, his joint sliding like a 
lubricated bolt in a slot. He almost hated himself, he liked it so much. Her 
pneumatic body rose and fell on his member with exquisite timing. He felt 
guilty because he knew he had never felt pleasure such as this with his 
wife, Darlene. He had only made love to her in the accepted "missionary" 
fashion and he had not been able ever to last long enough to know the fine 
pain that sex could give. 

He was experiencing it now, with Bunny, his boss's wife. He felt a delicious 
sense of illicitness and gradually the thought of his own wife lying down 
nearby with Pete began to diminish or rather, to change texture. He knew she 
was there and that Pete was probably having sex with her, but Bunny sliding 
his cock in and out of her sucking pussy was too immediate, too demanding of 
his attention for him to dwell on his former fury with Darlene. 

For Bunny's pussy was engulfing his swollen member with an all-consuming 
suction. She knew how to pace her risings and fallings so that just when he 
thought he was going to burst inside her with the floods of his own orgasm, 
she pulled up, her buttocks rising like balloons, and his head would hit 
cool air and the sap would be lost in the depths of his organ waiting for 
further stimulation. 

And then she herself was wracked with the shudders of pleasure as orgasm 
gushed through her pussy. 

"Oh, Jim, baby, you just made me come," she moaned and ground her pussy down 
on his groin so that his shaft was sunk to the scrotum. 

"Mmmmmm," Jim groaned, afraid to say anything, afraid Darlene would hear 
him. Afraid Pete would know that he was deriving intense pleasure from 
Pete's wife. 

Bunny started swaying her buttocks and grinding down on Jim's swollen cock. 

She ground and ground and he felt the sap rising in his stalk. 

"Fuck me good, Jim baby," Bunny moaned, her eyes flared and glazed. 

"Unh, unh," he groaned, knowing that he was going to shoot her full of his 
gism. 

He felt himself going up the flume like a rocket burst. He reached out and 
pulled on Bunny's hips so that he could shove his organ all the way up 
inside of her. 

"That's the way, Jim baby," Bunny moaned, "stick that cock of yours all the 
way up in me." 

She ground down and he pulled her onto him. And then he shuddered as though 
struck by a lightening bolt. She held his cock up inside her as his sperm 
spurted into her womb. The tip of his member was very tender as the last of 
his seed percolated from its spigot. He could make out Bunny's savage shape 
above him as she stared down at his helpless form. He went limp inside her 
and soon tumbled from her grasp. He could almost feel her smile at him in 
the dark. 

Bunny got off of his groin and lay beside him, taking his organ in her hand 
and stretching it taut in her fingers. "That was good, Jim baby," she 
breathed in his ear. 

The hackles rose on his neck. "Ummm," he said, and reached over and put his 
hand on her breast. His mind was reeling with what had happened and with 
something else. He tried not to listen, but it was of no use. He heard. He 
heard them both. Darlene and Pete. She sounded like a stuck animal. He could 
almost see Pete parting her labia with his cock. He knew that's what was 
happening with his wife across the room. My boss is fucking my wife, he 
thought and almost giggled out loud. 

It was all too unreal to him. This couldn't be happening. Could it? It could 
not. 

But it was. 

He listened to Darlene's groans and grunts. 

He heard Pete's flesh slapping against hers. He couldn't look in their 
direction. He was afraid he would see Pete fucking her and that would be it. 
He was afraid he would go mad if he looked upon such a sight. He squeezed 
Bunny's breast, more for comfort than for pleasure. 

"I'm afraid," he whispered to Bunny when he could stand the animal sounds of 
copulation no more. 

"Of what?" 

"I don't know. Of what is happening. To me and to Darlene." 

"Relax, Jim," she soothed. "It's not so bad. You enjoyed me, didn't you?" 

"Yes," he admitted. "I-it's just that I can't stand to think of what's-of 
what Pete is doing with Darlene." 

"Jim. Don't let it throw you. It means nothing. It's just sex." 

"Just sex," he ,whispered. "What happened to-to love?" 

"Nothing. It just became broader, that's all. You'll see. I love Pete, don't 
you know that?" 

"I-I don't know what to think. I-how can you do this with me, then?" 

"Because I wanted your body. I wanted you to make love to me. Variety." 

He started to laugh, but checked himself. He felt woozy from the beer and 
the draining of his vitality. "Bunny," he said, instead, "I'm still afraid. 
This is not natural. Not natural at all." 

"Sure it is, Jim," she said, patting his member reassuringly. "It's the most 
natural thing in the world." 

She leaned over and kissed him then, and Jim closed his eyes tight, trying 
to shut out the other sounds in the room. 

'Yet he distinctly heard Darlene say to Pete: "Oh, Pete, give me that hot 
cock of yours." 

And the room swam around in his head, a dark pool, unlit by the shattering 
flashes of lightning that perforated the storm still raging outside the 
adobe. Jim shook his head, but he could still see in his imagination the 
blonde nakedness of Pete rising above his stricken wife, cleaving her with 
his malehood, sharing all the secrets he had shared in those damp depths 
between those clasping eager legs . ... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Cathy almost swooned when Olive put her hand between her legs. The touch of 
her was like a plunging elevator ride down to the pits of Hades. Her stomach 
trembled as though electrified. 

"Olive," she whispered. "What are you doing?" 

"Shh. Be still, Cath. Something good." 

"Wh-what if somebody comes?" 

"Shh. Let me do this, Cathy." 

Olive's hand rubbed at Cathy's sex and Olive came closer to her companion. 
She was nude and Cathy could feel her young breast resting on her shoulder. 
The touch was strangely exciting to her and in the dark she could picture 
Olive without her clothes on. She was fully awake now and fear mingled with 
desire as Olive's hand rubbed her labia with a gentle back and forth motion. 

"What are you doing to me?" Cathy asked. 

"Making you feel good. You'll see." 

In the dark of the adobe it all seemed like part of her dream. Olive still 
rubbed at her private parts and her other hand had now crept to one of her 
breasts and was pressing on it while moving in circles as though scribing a 
mandala in the darkness. 

"You shouldn't be afraid," said Olive. "No one has to know about this." 

"Have you ever done this before?" asked Cathy. 

"With myself," she admitted, "and once before with another girl. This girl 
taught me about it, really." 

"Do girls do this?" Cathy asked. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Yes." 

"Then girls do it, I guess," said Olive, her voice husky. 

Olive's hand kept rubbing and Cathy began to relax. Her legs spread slightly 
and this encouraged the older girl. 

"It does feel good," murmured Cathy, her dream coming back to her as she lay 
there. 

"I told you it would." 

Cathy felt the warmness in her loins spreading throughout her body. 

In a moment, Olive's finger was parting Cathy's lips. The seeping slit 
opened to Olive's finger as easily as butter melting from a hot knife. The 
wetness of her cunt excited Olive so that her own juices began to flow in 
her loins. She moved her finger inside her girl friend's pussy and probed 
around the soft, multi-folded flesh. It yielded to her and its hot wetness 
increased. Cathy spread her legs wider involuntarily. Olive's finger 
accidentally struck the emerging bud of Cathy's clitoris and the younger 
girl jerked as though she had been jabbed with a cattleman's hotshot. 

"Wow!" Cathy exclaimed. 

"Did I touch it?" Olive whispered. 

"Boy, you sure touched something." 

"Then that was it. That's the love button." 

"The love button?" 

"It's a thing inside you that when you touch it feels better than anything 
in the world." 

"I believe it," sighed Cathy. 

"Hold still. I'll find it again." 

Olive moved her finger around inside Cathy's pussy in a circular motion 
trying to find the elusive clitoris. She pushed on the tough membrane of the 
hymen and smiled in the dark. She had guessed that Cathy was a virgin and 
this proved it. Her finger slid across the point of the clitoris and Cathy 
jumped again as though electrified. 

Olive kept her finger in the same spot and rubbed back and forth. She felt 
the tuberous organ grow hard and eager at her digital manipulation. Cathy's 
pussy filled with pre-coital juices and Olive felt desire clawing at her own 
loins as her finger moved at the clit faster and faster. 

"That's heavy," Cathy sighed, her hips moving in a coital motion. 

"I'm hip," said Olive. 

"Man, that's better than good. It's the grooviest feeling in the world." 

"Didn't I tell you?" 

Olive pushed on the "Love button" harder and harder, delighting in the 
response from Cathy. She scrooched herself closer to the girl, the musk from 
her own loins reaching Cathy's nostrils and adding to her delight. The 
panting of the two girls as they sought and found pleasure with each other 
was the only sound in the adobe as the rain tore down through the black 
night outside. 

Cathy writhed with pleasure as Olive's finger thrummed her clitoris. Her 
hips moved up and down with energetic thrusts and the wetness of her pussy 
seeped through her lips into the stiff wiry pubic hairs. Never had she 
experienced such pleasure, such a total thrill as now sang through her young 
virginal body. Her legs tingled with delicious excitement, while her mind 
raced with thoughts that blinded her with ecstasy. Her breasts seemed to be 
growing as she lay there with Olive's finger prodding her clitoris; the 
nipples hardened like dried kernels of corn, but seemed attached to every 
pleasure nerve in her flesh. 

"Do it to me, Cathy," Olive said, "just like I'm doing it to you." 

"I don't know how." 

"Bull. Just put your finger inside me. Be careful of your nails." 

"O-okay," breathed Cathy. 

She put her hand down between Olive's legs and the sudden feel of the wiry 
hairs caused her to withdraw her hand momentarily. She had not expected she 
would ever be doing anything like this. But she moved her hand back to 
Olive's crotch and felt the wetness of the girl's hairs. Somehow, this 
excited her and she felt a twinge in her pussy. She put her hand deeper 
between Olive's legs and finally felt the soft flesh of her labia. 

"Go on, Cathy, put your finger inside my pussy." 

When she heard the word, Cathy gasped. The sound of it was vaguely exciting 
and she found herself doing what Olive ordered. 

Cathy put her finger on the lips and opened them slightly. The slick inner 
lining of the labia again brought a twinge to her own pussy. She rubbed her 
finger up and down the length of Olive's slit and when she pushed her finger 
went through the hole. Olive rose up on her knees so that Cathy's finger 
penetrated deeper. 

"Good God," breathed Olive. "That's the grooviest!" 

Cathy was silent, her mind hurtling at breakneck speed. 

She moved her finger as Olive was moving hers inside her own pussy. They 
picked up a rhythm and Cathy lay back, her eyes closed while she rubbed 
Olive's throbbing clit. Olive moaned and writhed as she moved her pussy back 
and forth over Cathy's impaling finger. She felt the hot juices increase 
their flow inside her soaked cunt. She could make out the outlines of Cathy 
beneath her, the spread legs, the small firm breasts, her neck and face in 
deep shadow. 

The double manipulation seemed to bind the two girls together in molten 
ecstasy. Olive's cunt dripped as her soaked insides filled up. Cathy pushed 
her hips upward to force Olive's finger to a stronger pushing on her 
clitoris. Hurt and pleasure were intermingled. Cathy felt as though she 
wanted Olive to put her whole hand inside her cunt, to fill her up with a 
big pleasure. She couldn't get enough of that thrumming finger on her clit. 
Her breasts ached and cried out for suckling. Her insides churned with 
primitive desire and she wanted to scream at the top of her voice how good 
it was, how terribly good it was. The dream had become a reality to a 
certain extent and she could imagine how it would be to have a man, a 
forbidden man, dark and large-cocked, on top of her, his steel-hard organ 
swelling inside her cunt as it drove against the vibrating clit. 

Olive moaned aloud as orgasm shot through her cunt like a fiery river. 

"Oh man oh man oh man," she sobbed, "you got me going, Cath. Fuck oh fuck oh 
fuck but I'm coming all over, Jesus God am I fucking coming in my cunt! 
That's got to be it, baby. I'm gushing come all over your f-u-c-k-i-n-g 
finger! Can you feel it baby?" 

Olive's words brought a rush of excitement to Cathy's pussy. She felt it 
clamp over her finger and the same ecstasy came over her. She pushed upwards 
with her hips and felt the finger touch off a stabbing electric current that 
shook her loins with sapping pleasure. She knew that she was having an 
orgasm just like Olive. She tried to hold it back, to analyze its force and 
effect but she was helpless before its onrush of rapturous searing. 

"Oh-Olive, oh, oh, oh," she gasped. "I'm-it's happening to me too!" 

"Let it. Oh Christ Cath, it's going again. Jesus I'm coming again. Oh fuck, 
what a fucking good feeling that is!" 

"Me oh, it's the best feeling I've ever-ever had," Cathy panted. She felt 
Olive's finger jab deeper and the pain mingled inextricably with the 
pleasure. She brought her legs together quickly and then parted them again 
as though applauding. Her whole body seemed to be dancing on the end of 
Olive's finger. Wave after wave of purest pleasure coursed through her 
wriggling body and she wanted to scream to the whole world that she was 
happy happy happy. 

Olive nearly passed out with the ecstasy that her third and fourth orgasms 
brought. She felt her pussy filled up and overflow with the gushing juices 
of sex. She impaled herself further on her companion's finger and thrust her 
cunt against it as though hurling a door against a battering ram. 

Finally, Olive could stand it no longer. She withdrew her finger from 
Cathy's cunt and threw herself on top of the girl and sought her lips in the 
dark. 

"Kiss me, Cath, Kiss me," she moaned. 

Cathy's finger fell free of Olive's pussy and she embraced the older girl, 
her mouth eagerly waiting for the meeting. 

Olive found Cathy's mouth and their naked bodies joined together. Olive's 
tongue darted inside Cathy's mouth and the hot insides steamed with the 
passion of both of them. Olive's kiss was wet and juicy and as she lay atop 
Cathy's naked body she ground her pussy against the younger girl's as though 
trying to penetrate her with her clitoris. 

Cathy felt the solid bones of Olive's box pressing against her own pussy and 
she thrust upward so that their pussies met. Olive rubbed hard against 
Cathy's pussy while her tongue darted in and out of Cathy's mouth. The two 
girls rubbed in countermotions, their labia opening so that the juicy inner 
linings met in ecstatic tribadism. Olive's clitoris strained to push through 
her pussy lips and encounter a like member, but was too small to reach. 
Still, the vigorousness of their rubbing together transmitted the feeling of 
coitus to each of them and their kissing became more heated, their tongues 
exchanged jabs that brought the saliva to their mouths just as their pussies 
became soaked with the oils of love. 

Cathy, locked again in a waking dream world, translated Olive's pressures on 
her body into erotic images of a dark man mounting her. Olive, her eyes 
glazed, the aggressor, rubbed until her slit was wide open, the juices 
flowing from her gash like wild honey. By rubbing a certain way she found 
that the clitoris could be reached by transmission through the active 
muscles. As Cathy lay beneath her, quietly enjoying the erotic pleasure of 
tribadism, Olive shuddered as multiple orgasms shook her body. 

Their panting filled the adobe with animal sounds. 

"Olive, I'm getting tired," Cathy said, after awhile. 

Olive stopped rubbing Cathy's pussy with her own. She blinked her eyes in 
the dark. 

"Tired?" she asked rhetorically. 

"S-sort of." 

"Oh well, I'm not finished yet. I want to show you something even better." 

"Better?" Cathy asked. She didn't know how anything could be better. Never 
in her life had she dreamed that her body could give her such pleasure. With 
Olive, this night, she had felt things she hadn't known existed and how 
Olive was offering the impossible. 

"Yes" breathed Olive, taking her body off of Cathy's. "Just relax and spread 
your legs. Don't be surprised at what you feel. Just remember it'll be me." 

"I-I won't," Cathy agreed. But she was puzzled. She heard Olive moving 
nearby but couldn't see her well except when distant flashes of lightning 
threw her into relief. 

Olive turned around next to Cathy and then straddled the girl in the 
opposite direction so that her face was above Cathy's cunt and her own cunt 
was high in the air over Cathy's face. She spread Cathy's legs wider and 
dipped her face down to the soaked pussy between her friend's legs. 

Olive put her hands on Cathy's labia and spread them as she dipped her face 
down to the satiny insides of Cathy's cunt. She had her tongue extended as 
her other girl friend had taught her and she could smell the heady musk of 
Cathy's dank cunt the closer she got. Cathy waited for the mysterious new 
experience with bated breath. She did not have long to wait. 

Olive's tongue glided over the soft insides of Cathy's labia and the younger 
girl almost buckled with the ecstasy the new sensation brought to her. Olive 
buried her face in the damp swamp .of Cathy's pussy, her tongue pushing past 
the lips and into the pink folds of smooth flesh. She found Cathy's 
throbbing clit quite easily and when the rough tip of her tongue made 
contact, Cathy's body gave a spasmodic jerk. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed in a heavy whisper. 

Olive was silent. And busy. 

The older girl's tongue set up a furious rhythmic twanging of Cathy's clit 
bringing fresh floods of fluid gushing through her already well-soaked cunt. 
She spread the lips even wider and took the swollen clit in her mouth and 
sucked it as her tongue thrummed the tip to a frenzy of ecstatic pleasure 
that was almost unbearable to Cathy. 

Caught up in the sheer delight of her act of cunnilingus, Olive buried her 
face even deeper in Cathy's crotch. Her tongue laved the creamy insides of 
Cathy's cunt and tripped the clit-trigger as fast as she could work. Her 
reward was the rich mush of Cathy's sex in her nostrils, the feel of her 
thighs pressing against her face and Cathy's own rhythmic movements which 
had begun to build as Cathy found delight in her friend's sexual stimuli. 

"Oh Olive, you don't know how good that feels!" she exclaimed. She knew that 
Olive's own pussy was up in the air not very far away from her. Somehow, she 
wanted to do the same thing to Olive that was being done to her. She wanted 
to explore the older girl's pussy and see what mysteries it contained. 

Olive lifted her head out of Cathy's steeping crotch for a moment. 

"I'm going to drop my pussy down, Cath," she said. "You do it to me while 
I'm doing it to you. It'll be wild!" 

"O-okay," Cathy gulped as Olive went down on her once again, her tongue 
finding the flame-hot clit easily. 

Cathy felt smothered at first, as Olive's dripping wet cunt dropped over her 
face. She could still feel Olive's fingers spreading her own gash apart, so 
she did the same, extending her tongue as she did so. 

She could smell Olive's sex and it excited her. She breathed in the musk. 

She spread her friend's pussy-lips and put her tongue to the raw pink flesh. 
Olive bucked with excitement as the tongue touched the mucous membrane. 

"Jesus!" Olive exclaimed. 

Encouraged, Cathy pushed her nose into the top of the gash and urged her 
tongue deeper in the dank tunnel of flesh. 

It was, as Olive had said, even better. She could feel Olive's tongue inside 
her, touching the love button and bringing her to orgasm over and over. And, 
now, here she was, doing the same thing as though she had been doing it all 
her life. She exulted in the yielding feel of Olive's pussy flesh and when 
her mouth found the clit and sucked it to a willowy hardness, her own juices 
gushed through her already soaked caverns. 

She pulled on Olive's buttocks bringing the girl's pussy even more over her 
face. Her tongue found deeper territory to explore. She sucked on Olive's 
clit and tongued it just as her friend was doing to her. She could feel 
Olive coming. She felt the love honey pour into the love chamber like a 
newly opened spring. Her own vagina seemed to be opening like a giant 
flower, hoping that Olive's tongue would swell and fill her. 

Cathy lost all thought of where and who she was. Sex was all-important to 
her now. The storm seemed like a distant army in skirmish over a far hill. 
With her were the plump thighs of Olive and the deep soft pink flesh that 
she plied with her tongue. In her mind was the wild electricity of sex that 
was being drummed from her cunt by Olive's expert tongue. It was like a 
dream come true, but more bizarre in its reality than any dream she had ever 
had. 

Gone was the image of the dark man mounting her. 

Instead, there was only Olive with her young, breasts hanging loose as her 
face found a nesting place in her thighs. There was Olive with her woman's 
body and her experienced tongue. There were the memories of her finger and 
her rubbing, cunt to cunt in a smothering love. There was the heady musk of 
sex in her nostrils and the dripping pussy covering her own face. 

And there was the incredible tingling electric sensation of her clit being 
tongued while orgasm after orgasm shook her body like a restless volcano. 

Sex had come to Cathy all of a sudden and she seemed surprised that it was 
so good and so needed. She exulted in it and she wondered at it. She knew 
only one thing. She wanted it all the time and as much of it as she could 
get. With Olive as the catalyst, Cathy had discovered a deep need in herself 
that would take a long time to satisfy. 

As the storm crashed around the adobe the two girls fought a battle of their 
own, one of extreme excitement that enclosed them in its fury like the 
black, cloudy night filled with electric danger. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

In the dark, Darlene felt the huge proportions of Pete as he mounted her. 

She lay there with her pussy open and pulsing like some flaring sea anemone 
waiting for its prey. She felt the bigness of his cock touch her cunt lips, 
then slide past like a battering ram testing the strength of its target. 

She felt desire flood through her like molten lava as his cock slid home and 
filled her. The head of his swollen member twanged her clitoris and she felt 
herself gush with a jolting preliminary orgasm. 

"Jesus," she breathed, and Pete pushed his cock up into her womb. 

Darlene could hear her husband whispering to Bunny on the other side of the 
room as Pete's wife sucked on his cock. 

The pleasure with Pete was heightened for Darlene because she knew that her 
own husband was having sex with Pete's wife. She didn't know why this should 
be so, she only knew that thoughts of her own husband with Bunny were erotic 
and added greatly to her pleasure with Pete. 

Pete was better this time, she thought. She had more time to enjoy him, to 
exult in the fact that she was actually taking that big cock of his inside 
her. Its hot smoothness had slid into her love tunnel as easily as a hand 
into a gauntlet. Her wetness helped, she knew. She was soaked. But still, 
the bigness of him was something to marvel at. She had seen that bulge in 
his pants and now, to have it filling up her cunt, well, she was more than 
satisfied. 

To prove it, she drew her legs up so that Pete could penetrate her slit more 
deeply. He almost laughed aloud when he felt her legs go up. He buried his 
cock in her and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. 

"Jesus, that feels good, Pete," she whispered to him. 

He answered by shoving his cock further into her womb. This thrust tore the 
breath away from Darlene's throat. In her mind she could picture that 
swollen mushroom head of his filling the entire lower portion of her body. 
She pushed upward with her hips and felt his balls bang silently against her 
ass-hole. She reached out and found them with her hand. She gave them a 
gentle squeeze as Pete shoved his cock hard against her and held it jammed 
up in her as far as he could. 

"Does that feel good?" she asked him. 

"Yes, Darlene," he answered. Her hand kneaded his sack while her hips ground 
in a circular motion. Still holding himself in her, he ground his own hips 
in response and this brought a gasp to Darlene's lips. 

"Man, you know how to fuck a girl," she breathed. 

"I should," he said. "I've had enough experience." 

"It shows, too." 

Pete withdrew his cock almost all the way, then drove it home with the force 
of a pile driver and Darlene gasped with pleasure. Her hands drifted around 
to Pete's back and began to rake the skin gently in rhythm with his to and 
fro movements. His cock made a sucking sound as it slid in and out of her 
soaked slit and she tightened her hold on him. Her pubic hairs dripped with 
the fluids of their lovemaking and she could feel his balls swack against 
her buttocks as he drove his cock home again and again. 

The first real orgasm happened when Pete was in mid-thrust. The head of his 
joint struck her clitoris just right and she contracted her pussy for an 
instant. The trigger having been pulled, orgasm shuddered through her body 
with spasmodic electricity. Her fingernails dug into Pete's back. 

"Oh my, Pete," she moaned. "You hit the magic button. I'm coming all over 
the place!" 

"Good," he breathed, increasing his pace. 

"Jam it to me, Pete, jam it to me," she moaned. She didn't give a damn if 
her husband heard her or not. For all she knew Bunny was getting fucked as 
royally as she. She would have laughed at that if Pete's throbbing hot rod 
wasn't driving her nearly out of her mind. She marveled at his staying power 
and his size. She could feel every solid pulsing inch of his fire-hot cock 
jamming into her and she felt as though she wanted to swallow his entire 
body with her twitching cunt. 

It was fire and gushing wetness. 

Pete was good, she knew. Damned good. Better than any man she had ever had 
inside her. 

And she had had a few, unknown to Jim. 

The milkman, for one. The insurance collector. The paper boy once a month. 
One of the neighbor men. She didn't think she was a nymphomaniac, but Jim 
had never been able to satisfy her. She had hated to keep her 
extracurricular sexual activities from him all these years, but she knew 
that Jim was a hopeless square about such things. Jim, she often told her 
girl friends, was a man who thought Playboy was a dirty magazine. She could 
hardly believe what was happening now in the adobe, but she was glad. She 
was glad that she could get fucked by a man who loved sex and that her 
husband would know about it. 

She wished Jim could see it all in living color. Maybe that would make him 
into the man she had thought he was when she married him. Maybe Bunny would 
do it. But another thought crossed her mind. What if Jim did become a stud? 
Would that make her satisfied? She told herself that she honestly didn't 
know. It would be hard to pass up good opportunities like this one with Pete 
even if her husband were an accomplished lover. The thoughts passed by very 
quickly and she concentrated on Pete's cannon inside her priming itself for 
a big explosion. 

She wondered, though, why sex with the big man was so much more satisfying 
now that it was more or less out in the open. Knowing that Jim knew made 
this act the best of all. She almost gloated as Pete's cock slid in and out 
of her lubricated hole. Listening to the slap of his flesh against hers and 
the sucking sound his cock made, she hoped that Jim heard every decibel and 
that he understood what it meant. She didn't mean to be cruel, she told 
herself, but Jim had been such a wishy-washy sonofabitch in their marriage. 
Now, maybe he would learn all at once what she hadn't been able to tell him: 
that she was a passionate woman who needed an aggressive man mounting her in 
the love bed. 

And gad, but Pete was something! 

That big cock of his was driving her crazy again, pounding away all her 
thoughts. His size filled her as she had never been filled before. She could 
feel every swollen inch of him touching all the folds of flesh in her cavern 
of sex! Despite herself she let out the groans that he drove from her with 
the force of his pummeling cock. 

"Oh, Pete, that's so damned good, baby! So damned good!" 

She pulled her legs back and up so that his cock sank even deeper inside 
her. Now his flesh was pounding against her pussy lips with a force that 
flattened them out. She didn't care. He was putting the boots to her and her 
clit was throbbing like a struck tuning fork. She could almost picture that 
huge flaring pile driver head of his pushing through her soft flesh clear to 
the womb. She could feel her womb opening and taking the head of his cock in 
like a torpedo going into the firing chamber. She was dizzy from the 
unexpected pleasure of his onslaught. This, too, surprised her. 

Pete knew he had her going. He could feel the excitement in her. When she 
threw her legs back and up he had driven his cock in with all the force of a 
rail spike being hit with a sledgehammer. The smack of flesh on flesh had 
been as pleasant as the feel of her opening up as he sank clear to her womb. 
He liked an uninhibited woman like Darlene. She made him feel as masculine 
as he pictured himself. Her pleasure was his pleasure. It wasn't necessary 
to ask a woman like Darlene how she liked it; it was obvious. The woman was 
almost delirious with pleasure. Her fingernails on his back were very nearly 
lethal and that panting that came from beneath him was pure animal! 

Yes, Darlene was good, and he drove into her to show her how much he 
appreciated her enthusiasm. 

To Pete, sex was as expected in life as air. In fact, since he and Bunny had 
joined the swap club he never gave it a second thought. If he saw a woman he 
wanted, he balled her, and it was hard for him to recall when he had last 
been turned down. Darlene was another in a line of conquests and his 
pleasure with her was heightened because her husband was an employee. With 
him nearby and balling his own wife it almost made them a single, albeit 
incestuous, family. He liked that. He liked screwing another man's wife 
before his eyes, even if that man was, in turn, screwing his own wife. He 
had laughed about this once with Bunny, telling her the well-known 
advertising slogan for a chewing gum brand: "Double your pleasure, double 
your fun." They both had laughed over that one. 

But this conquest was special to him. It proved what he had already begun to 
suspect. Each person had a sexual hang-up and once a way was found to expose 
it then it became manageable, usable. He had found it. Bunny had found it. 
He had no doubt that Darlene had found it. But Jim, no. He was sure of that. 
This might do it for him, though. Bunny might bring the man around. Pete was 
developing the theory that he and his wife could, under the right 
circumstances, take the most inhibited married couple, the most endomorphic, 
and bring them out, sexually. 

He had, in fact, planned this whole trip to test his theory. He had told 
Bunny that of all his employees, Jim seemed the most square, the most 
inhibited sexually. They had met Darlene, however, and both agreed that she 
was a different breed of animal. She exuded sex whereas Jim was sexually 
stilted, or appeared to be. Pete had tested him out with a few choice erotic 
jokes and Baker's reaction had been decidedly negative, almost, he thought, 
to the point of prudishness. To Pete, in the seventies, in the twentieth 
century, this was tantamount to being an imbecile. 

So the trip to San Felipe and out to the gulf where the storm had overtaken 
them. And something else, too. Sexual awareness. Pete could feel it. Darlene 
had been good back in the boat, tender like a seduced woman ought to be. But 
here in the bareness and the primitive conditions of the adobe cabin she was 
a marvelous fucking machine. She was pure sensuality and flagrant animal. 
Her pulsing pussy was as hot as any he had encountered. She sucked him 
inside her as though she wouldn't spew him out until she had drained the 
last vestige of milky seed from his limp cock. He liked that. He liked a 
woman who liked to fuck and did it without any bullshit attached. 

"You're a good woman, Darlene," he told her as he drove his cock further up 
into her womb. 

"Hey, man, you're the one to talk! You've got it all!" She was genuinely 
enthusiastic. 

Darlene was proud that he said what he did, though. To show her gratitude 
she did a thing with her box that made Pete's eyes open wide. 

Darlene had practiced it a long time. It was a thing she had seen go-go 
dancers do. And strippers. She tightened the muscles in her pussy by 
expanding and contracting them. She did it now and Pete could feel the 
increased pressure on his cock as it shot in and out of her vagina. 

"Hey, that feels good," he said. "You're a doll, Darlene." 

"Thanks, Pete. You're pretty terrific yourself." 

"Where'd you ever learn a trick like that?" 

"I'll never tell," she laughed. 

"I'll bet," he grinned, in the dark. 

"Don't stop." Darlene, pleased, made her pussy squeeze his cock like a 
handshake. She was glad she had spent the time in front of her mirror at 
home, practicing it. Jim hadn't appreciated it at all the first time she 
sprung it on him. He had been horrified, in fact. He had wondered what she 
was doing and to save herself from humiliation she had said that she had 
merely had a spasm. 

"Well, I, hope you don't have any more," he had said sternly. 

So she had let it drop. Except with extracurricular lovers. And now, with 
Pete. 

She kept it up and she obtained a kind of rhythm that matched Pete's sliding 
trombone of a penis. As the head of his cock reached the entrance of her 
pussy, she did her contraction and her muscles squeezed the head of his 
projectile in a most delightful way. It became a secret sexual game with 
them. Pete found he could last a long time with this going on, and Darlene 
kept getting wetter and wetter as orgasm soaked her insides like a sweating 
flower. 

It was getting to Pete. The rhythm and the squeezing were doing their work 
on his joint. He could feel the head of his knob swelling every time it 
passed those marvelously trained muscles of hers. It was a teasing yet 
wholly satisfying way to fuck and he wondered how a man like Jim could be so 
stupid not to recognize what a treasure he had in Darlene. It was enough to 
make him wonder if Jim had any balls. 

Bunny would be finding out about that, he mused. As indeed she was, on the 
other side of the room. 

Darlene dripped with sweat. Her body was like leather that had been soaped 
down, slick and smooth as glass. Pete held her close as he felt the seed 
rising from his scrotum and bubbling at the plunging root that cleaved 
Darlene. Her squeezing muscle missed the head of his cock every other 
stroke, but that didn't matter anymore. He knew what he had and he exulted 
in it. 

Darlene, too, had found something. She had found appreciation. Hell, Pete 
didn't have to say anything. She could tell it by the way he held her. His 
sweat-soaked body lay on hers with a weight that made her loins writhe. His 
big cock driving into her told her more than his words. She squeezed him 
with her pussy because she wanted to, because now it was natural and womanly 
to do so. 

And nature took care of them both. Nature and their own sexual feelings for 
each other. 

Darlene gasped as her orgasms came closer and closer together. Hot floods 
coursed through her pussy, soaking over the throbbing cock that filled her. 
She clawed at Pete's back, gently but markedly. Her legs bobbed back and 
forth, up in the air, but of their own volition. Her head tossed from side 
to side as his cock burned into her, and her mouth fell open, slackened by 
the awesome beauty that inundated her. It was not only the majestic feel of 
his thick manhood inside of her but the incredible flush that it brought to 
every cell in her body. A thousand suns, miniscule and mighty, seemed to be 
born in each millimeter of her flesh. Currents coursed through her that she 
had never known before, and lightnings danced along the feather edges of 
unseen nerves. 

Darlene came and came and Pete knew it. 

His back looked like a highway map and it seemed to him that Darlene was 
trying to leap right into his body. She pulled at him as her pussy rose to 
impale itself further on his pounding prick. 

Pete could feel himself responding and exulted in it. He knew that he was a 
man who had stayed beyond the point that any other man could have stayed. 
Darlene was magnificent and she made a man want to spill his seed just by a 
touch on the balls. The fact that he had brought her to the point of 
senseless ecstasy was a credit, he felt, to his own prowess as a lover. But 
he gave credit, also, to Darlene, who made it interesting with her squeeze 
play that delighted him with its surprise. 

But Pete was beyond musing about Darlene's charms. 

Orgasm, oncoming, took control of him just as a bombardier takes over the 
plane's control from the pilot when the target is in sight. 

Their orgasms fused in the night-dark of the adobe. Pete felt his cock swell 
with the bursting milk and he let himself relax as his seed shot through his 
organ and spat potential life up into Darlene's womb. It was like death and 
life all wrapped up together. 

It was ecstasy and pain. Delight and sadness. like a white-hot shadow. Now 
there. Now gone. Heat from the sun as dark as unfired coal. 

The far-off jingling of bells. The close blare of hot trumpets. 

Her cunt contracted like a vast valley and a rumbling volcanic mountain. 

His cock fought off its own death with a spurting attempt to deliver life 
like so many white milky bullets. 

Stars exploding in their minds. Burst galaxies crumbling in space, slow 
motion milk-splashes in a black bowl. 

They clutched each other like falling fearful climbers as they were swept 
down by the hot current of their sexual climaxes. 

Swift rivers become kaleidoscopes by the dancing shimmering moon. Waters 
shot through with hot bright lightning. Electricity gone wild in the pink 
inside flesh of themselves. 

Panting lions racing across sere fields after prey, the smell of death hot 
in their flaring black nostrils. The female, waiting over the red open neck 
of her kill, her sweat spreading her musk in the African air. 

This was it, and it was so fleeting, so ephemeral. No one could catch it. 
Not Darlene. Not Pete. 

But they had had it. And they had created it. They had lived it. With their 
fierce coupling they had caused all the bright brief wild things to happen 
to both of them. 

It was unexplainable. like how wine happens, with care and genius. Or a 
flower growing up overnight. 

Or somewhere in a dead time ago, a star bursting. 

"Jesus!" Pete swore, when his excitement had drained off and become limp 
like his malehood. 

"You!" exclaimed Darlene in a grateful sigh. Their double pantings were 
heard for several moments by Bunny and Jim as they, too, had respite from 
their sexual energies. 

Lovers all, they seemed to be setting up battle lines for future skirmishes. 
Jealousies moved through the room like reeking bacon although it was night, 
not morning. 

Bunny's ears had been tuned to the lovemaking even though she had been 
interested in Jim. She had never been jealous before in such situations, but 
she knew her husband. She had never seen him drive himself so much with her 
and that gave her pause. If Jim had not been there, she thought, not 
unguiltily (for she thought herself a liberal), she might have gone over and 
pulled her husband off of the attractive Darlene. Sex was sex, but she had 
the idea that Pete was not so blas, as he pretended. And Darlene, she now 
knew, was an animal. 

A very talented animal. 

Bunny stored her thoughts away as she fell upon the almost virginal body of 
Jim. 

Despite their mutual excitement, Darlene and Pete fell fast asleep as the 
storm abated. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The morning broke bleak and lifeless over the island. It looked like the 
last day on earth, before the Lonsdales and the Bakers stirred. 

The sky was still low and thick with gray storm clouds, but the rain had 
stopped momentarily, as though the clouds were taking a breather, gaining 
new strength for a later onslaught on the sea and the whipped land. 

In the adobe of the two girls, Olive was dead asleep. But Cathy lay awake, 
her mind reeling with sensual thoughts that lingered from the night. Her 
whole body ached deliciously from the experience, yet was not sated. like 
any virgin upon discovering sex, she was totally committed to it now. Her 
body demanded it, her soul cried out for it. She wanted Olive's hands on her 
again, her finger and her tongue plying her once more in the blessed dark. 

She looked over at the sleeping Olive and wondered if she would still be the 
same towards her now. Cathy put her hands down between her own legs and 
rubbed. It felt good, better than nothing, but not as good as Olive. She 
spread her legs slightly in the confinement of the sleeping bag and her slit 
opened like an envelope. She put her finger inside the vulva and slowly, her 
mind filling up with sensuality, she began to stroke her clitoris in 
measured masturbation. 

In the other adobe, the couples were sleeping in the same arrangement of the 
night before. Bunny and Jim were on one side; Jim, on his back, his mouth 
open, Bunny sprawled across him, her head in his crotch, naked, with only a 
thin blanket over her body. Pete and Darlene were sleeping on their sides, 
Darlene facing away from Pete, he embracing her, his limp cock nestled in 
the cleavage of her buttocks. 

It had been a hard, but pleasurable, night for the four of them. 

The first one who stirred was Pete. 

He shook the sleep from his blonde head and took stock of his surroundings. 
He could smell the sex-musk of Darlene, and, feeling her nakedness, the 
broad smooth expanse of her back, the plump flesh of her buttocks, his organ 
became tumescent. He slid it between her legs and there it grew harder, its 
mass of stretched skin and blood like a battering ram wholly created out of 
the imagination. 

He felt Darlene stir at this sexual intrusion and smiled to himself. 

The sex of the night before had drugged her, though, and she did not awaken 
at first. He moved closer to her and with his left hand steered his shaft to 
the swollen portals of her pussy. When he felt the soft mound of her vulva, 
he plied her lips apart and gently slid the warhead of his cock into the 
juicy insides of her cavern. 

At first he could not sink his shaft all the way inside her. But he slid a 
third of it into the ever-moistening tunnel and felt an immediate 
satisfaction. He was glad that she was so wet, possibly because so much of 
his sperm was left inside her from the night before. Or, he thought, she 
could be one of these women who was always ready for sex. In the dimness of 
the adobe he could see his wife and Jim over Darlene's shoulder. They were 
still asleep. 

Although his position was awkward, Pete moved his now-slick cock in and out 
of Darlene's slot throughout the third of its length. The clamp of her pussy 
on the head gave him a throbbing pleasure. In a few moments the rubbing of 
his head against Darlene's clitoris brought her to her senses. 

"Good lord," she breathed. 

"Good morning," he whispered into her ear. 

"What a way to wake up," she sighed. 

Pete shoved his cock hard against her clit. Darlene moved her ass to take 
more of him inside her. She reached back and put her hand around that dry 
part of his cock that wasn't sunk inside her. 

"I want all of that," she cooed. She moved slightly so that she could 
accommodate more of his eager meat. Pete obliged her. 

Feeling her open to him he pushed his ponderous prick up into her 
honey-soaked cunt. He was rewarded with a spasmodic tightening of her vulva 
that brought the blood rushing to the head of his cock. His body gave a jerk 
of pleasure as he rammed home. He was by now slightly raised up on his hips 
and Darlene was presenting herself in a three-quarters hunch. He put his 
hands over her breast and clasped them for leverage. 

Darlene, in turn, pushed her butt backwards so that he could bury his shaft 
in her clear to the scrotum. 

"How's that?" he asked. "Is that enough of me?" 

"Oooh, Pete, it's good! Enough, I don't know." 

"Well, it better be," he joked, "because that's all I have." 

She pushed backwards and his rail split her open as it wedged itself in her 
gaping cunt even further. 

"Unh!" she groaned in delight. 

Pete carried through the initiative he had been given and thrust his 
slickened stump even deeper into her hole. Darlene wriggled delightedly on 
the end of his pole and together they began a give-and-take rhythm that 
brought exquisite pleasure to both of them. 

In the heat of their passion for each other, Darlene rolled over more on her 
tummy and drew Pete on top of her back. As she up-thrust her rounded 
buttocks she presented her twat to him in such a way that deep penetration 
was easy and glorious. 

He fucked her dog-fashion for several moments and soon her groans told him 
that she was moving quickly towards orgasm. 

He pulled on her bare legs drawing her hot squirming cunt over his thrusting 
cock and with each jamming smash of his instrument he throbbed against her 
clit. Darlene gasped with delight each time he thrummed her clit and in 
several blinding engulfments she reached staggering climaxes, each one 
bigger than the one before. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Pete, sweetie, you did it. Lord, you're fucking me like a big 
hot dog!" 

Pete stabbed her viciously with his finely waxed spear. 

Darlene gushed and gushed like a broken water main. 

Pete held himself in as he felt his own wild seed rush to the head of his 
furiously pulsing prick. His body tingled all over as orgasm burst inside 
him like a Roman candle. He spurted his milky seeds up in her womb as her 
pussy contracted pleasurably. 

He spurted and spurted until the last of his milk was gone. Darlene moved 
her body and his limp organ was ejected. 

"Good morning again," she said, turning over on her back to look up at him. 

"I like it in the morning," he smiled. 

"You like it all the time," she rebutted. 

"Unh hunh," he breathed. "Especially with you. Now stay quiet. I'm going to 
get up and see what our situation looks like." 

He patted Darlene affectionately on the top of her head. She nodded to him 
as he got up and dressed quickly in dry clothes brought from the Sea Stud. 
He took a .22 rifle out of its case, a Belgian Browning that broke down into 
two pieces. He stuffed a box of shells in his windbreaker and, glancing once 
more at his wife and Jim, strode over to Darlene and whispered in her ear. 
"Make some coffee after while. Okay?" 

"Okay," she said, throwing him a kiss. 

Pete gave her a wink and went outside into a calm gray world of uneasy dawn. 

Smashed yucca and drifted sand showed him that the storm had been as wild as 
any he had seen in these waters. He noted the low black clouds above the 
pines and the silence of the morning. He knew it would only be a short while 
before the wind and rain began again. 

He was surprised to see that his boat seemed to be all right. It was beaten 
badly about the fiberglass hull, but seemed to be seaworthy still. After 
inspecting the Sea Stud, Pete walked back to the clearing and looked in on 
the girls. 

Cathy had fallen back to sleep and had her arms under her head. Olive, in 
the sleeping bag next to her, had half-tumbled out of her cocoon. Her naked 
breasts and shoulders were visible to Pete, standing there silently. 

He felt a tightening of his scrotum. 

How old was Olive? he thought. Fifteen? Sixteen? Old enough. He could see 
the shape of her young body in the sleeping bag. Damn. Wouldn't that be 
nice, though? He left the adobe before he lost control of himself and his 
reason. But he filed his thoughts about the young Olive Baker for future 
reference or need. 

He could smell the rich aroma of the coffee before he got back to his own 
adobe. 

He was blunt as he put down his rifle and joined the threesome huddled 
before the Sterno stove and the bubbling coffee pot. 

"This is just a lull. That damned storm's going to hit here again with about 
ten times the force it had before. I thought we might try to make it back to 
San Felipe, but after looking at the weather I'm convinced it would be 
risky-if not downright dangerous." 

He squatted before the trio and took a proffered cup of coffee from Bunny. 
He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. Then he looked over the rim of 
his steaming cup at Jim Baker. His eyes were cold and unfriendly and Jim's 
looked sad and uncertain. Good, Pete thought. It would not do to get into an 
argument with him now. But he had the feeling that dark things were brewing 
in Jim's mind. He shook it off and looked at Darlene. She gave a shrug as if 
to say that nothing had been said about last night and she didn't know how 
her husband felt. 

Pete blew on his coffee and took a sip. 

"So we're stuck here awhile?" Bunny asked him. 

"It looks like it. Another day or two. Maybe more. These storms are 
unpredictable out here. The short ones do a lot of damage but the long ones 
keep you buttoned down." 

"Well, let's make the best of it," said Darlene. 

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Jim asked sarcastically. 

Pete gave him a sharp look of reproof, but kept silent. 

Darlene saw the look and bit her lip to keep herself from replying with an 
equally sarcastic remark. 

Bunny smiled and spoke, "Is anyone hungry? Maybe someone had better check on 
the girls while I cook a big breakfast for everyone. Spam and dried potatoes 
or something." 

Darlene's face brightened. Jim looked glum as he looked down into his coffee 
cup. 

"I looked in on them," Pete explained. "They're still fast asleep. But cook 
up some breakfast. It'll make everyone feel better." He looked again at Jim 
and this time Jim looked up and knew that he was being scolded. 

"Yes-yes," Jim said, "that might be good. For all of us to eat." He sure 
looks miserable, Pete thought and smiled to himself. The trouble with Jim 
was he didn't know how to live. 

Darlene got up while Bunny busied herself cooking breakfast. "I'll get the 
girls ready and bring them over," she announced. 

Darlene left the adobe and Bunny and Jim were left with Pete. Pete lit a 
cigarette and drank his coffee. Bunny bustled around and lit the big Coleman 
stove. Jim turned on the portable radio. XETRA news came in strong and the 
three of them listened to the announcer drone on. 

"Leave it there, Jim," Pete said. "That's a good strong station out of 
Tijuana. Has the news twenty-four hours a day." 

"Okay," Jim said, glad at this civility from his boss. It helped relieve a 
lot of the tension that perhaps only he felt. 

Outside, they could hear the wind building up again and the room was 
noticeably darker. Bunny gave Pete a smile and a wink. He knew what she 
meant. She had scored with Jim and that made things about perfect. Good 
lord, Jim must have a set of morals that were as strict as his double entry 
bookkeeping system. Accountants! They were useful but they had limited 
vision. Darlene was a nice piece and she was married to a wet blanket. Pete 
would have laughed except that he had found this was the normal thing 
instead of the odd ball one. The most incongruous people seemed to mate up 
and try to make a go of marriage. Even he and Bunny had been pretty 
different. Or thought they had. Until they had joined the swap club. Maybe 
they weren't so different after all. Maybe Jim and Darlene were more alike 
than they knew . ... 

His thoughts were interrupted by the XETRA news announcer's voice speaking 
about the storm situation. He pricked up his ears. 

"...left the Ensenada area early yesterday morning," the announcer was 
saying, "and winds of 150 knots caused the storm warning flags to be hoisted 
from La Paz to Newport Beach in California. Late yesterday afternoon the 
storm ripped across Baja California bringing death and destruction to 
populated areas. Guadalupe and Valle de Trinidad suffered heavy casualties 
as did the fishing town of San Felipe located on the Gulf of California. A 
group of United States citizens were reported missing in the storm. Peter 
Lonsdale of California, on a fishing trip with his family and others not 
identified, was reported lost somewhere in the gulf. Authorities have not 
been able to conduct a search because of the storm conditions still 
prevailing over much of Baja and the coast of Mexico. The weatherman 
predicts more strong winds and the tropical storm is expected to last for 
several more hours. In other news ... " 

"They-they think we're dead," said Jim, a look of surprise on his face. 

"Missing, Jim," Pete said, not without kindness. 

"Heavens? What must our friends think? Our folks? Oh, I hope my mother 
doesn't have heart failure when she hears that news." 

"That news is from Tijuana, Jim," Pete explained. "The L.A. stations 
probably won't even mention us. Relax. Your mother'll be okay." Before Jim 
could reply, Darlene came back with the two girls. The rain had already 
started up again and the wind was rising in pitch. 

"Golly, it's cozy in here," said Olive, shaking out her hair. She wore a 
light parka that didn't hide her considerable breastworks, and shorts that 
revealed her fine young legs. 

"Yeah, really groovy and all," echoed Cathy, who was dressed in a sweatshirt 
of her father's and a pair of jeans cut off above the knees. 

Again, Pete felt that tightening in his scrotum, as he looked at Olive 
Baker. Right now he didn't care if the storm lasted for a week. He wanted to 
part those legs of Olive's and put his log between them until the come ran 
down them like a river of milk. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The breakfast and radio broadcasts about their predicament seemed to bring 
everyone in the adobe together for awhile. At least the tensions were not 
apparent after they had all eaten together and cleaned up afterwards. Late 
in the morning, the girls went back to their cabin while Pete, Jim, Bunny, 
and Darlene played cards and drank tepid beer. The more Pete drank, the more 
difficult it became for him to concentrate on the gin rummy game. He kept 
thinking of Jim's daughter, Olive. 

Later, when everyone in the foursome was fairly drunk, Pete got up, swaying 
slightly. "I'm going to check out the boat," he announced. 

"Good," said Bunny. "I'm beat. Think I'll take a nap." She gave him a look 
that told him to stay close to her. 

"Me too," said Darlene. "I'm shot." 

Pete grumphed and picked up a fresh bottle of beer and opened it. He drank a 
swallow and lurched out of the adobe. Jim watched him with undisguised 
hatred and Bunny made note of this. Darlene went over to her side of the 
adobe, too drunk to care about anything, and curled up in a sleeping bag. 

Pete knew what he was going to do. But he was not so drunk that he wasn't 
wary. He wondered how he would separate Olive from his daughter. That would 
be the difficult part. 

He wanted the girl so much now that he couldn't bear the thought that he 
might not be able to have her. But something inside him rose up, a feeling 
of confidence, a surge of self-assurance, and Pete knew that he would not 
fail in his mission. His manhood was hard in his trousers as he walked to 
the girls' adobe. 

His eyes lit up when he walked in the open door. There would be no problem. 
No problem at all. Cathy, his daughter, was asleep, and as he looked at 
Olive, he put his finger over his lips in a gesture of silence. 

He motioned for Olive to follow him outside. The girl got up, still wearing 
the sweatshirt and shorts and deck shoes. When they were a safe distance 
away from the adobe, Pete spoke to the daughter of his accountant. 

"Let her sleep, Olive. You want to come with me. I-I want to check the boat 
out." 

"Sure, Mr. Lonsdale," Olive said eagerly. The sight of Cathy sleeping had 
made her feel frustrated. She had wanted to crawl in the sleeping bag with 
Cathy, but had known how that would have looked if anyone had come by-and 
Mr. Lonsdale had. Curious, she followed him, her heart beating slightly 
faster than normal. She wondered why he wanted her to go along. She 
shrugged. Perhaps he had come to get both girls but had decided to let his 
daughter sleep. It was as good an explanation as any. 

Pete sobered somewhat on the stroll to the Sea Stud. Watching that bouncing 
ass of Olive's was enough to make him sort out his thoughts of what he was 
going to do. He wondered why the more ass he got the more he wanted. But he 
had always been that way. When he fucked a woman he wanted her again and 
again. And after leaving that woman's presence he was horny to fuck another 
one. "The more you get, the more you want," summed it up for Pete. And 
walking to the boat with Olive made the truism more pertinent than it ever 
had been. 

Olive exuded sensuality. Pete had noticed it before but circumstances had 
prevented him from pursuing her further. She was like many young girls who 
blossom early and by the time they're in their early teens, they're openly 
inviting older men to fuck them.. He could picture those plump baby fat 
thighs of hers just waiting for his big cock to slither over them into her 
young cunt. Peter got a hard-on just thinking about what he'd like to do to 
Olive what he now fully intended doing to her. 

For her part, Olive was not completely unaware of the effect she was having 
on Pete. He had telegraphed something to her back in the adobe when he had 
put his finger over his lips to make sure she didn't wake Cathy. She didn't 
know the extent of Pete's desires for her, not yet anyway, but she did know 
that her female charms had hit a responsive chord in the older man. Just 
knowing this gave her a feeling of extreme self-confidence. She was curious 
about why they were going to the boat, however. And although she knew that 
Pete admired her body, she didn't dream that he would go any further with 
her, much as she might enjoy this. It just never entered her mind. like many 
young girls she underestimated the aspirations of some men, the boldness of 
experienced, mature lovers. Certainly she underestimated Pete Lonsdale. At 
first, but not for long. 

At the Sea Stud, Pete helped Olive aboard. No sooner had his feet hit the 
deck than the storm hit again, the rain slashing at their bodies like ice 
picks flung by a wind of at least 50 knots. Blackness descended as the brunt 
of the storm enveloped the Sea Stud and its two solitary occupants. 

"Quick! Inside the cabin!" Pete ordered, guiding Olive across the slippery 
rain-washed decks. 

She needed no urging, and, dripping wet, she half-tumbled into the shelter 
of the cabin. The Sea Stud rocked on its sandy perch as the tide rose. 
lifting it up on a smoother plateau of sea. 

"From the looks of it this time, we'll be here quite awhile," Pete told 
Olive. His eyes glistened in the darkness of the cabin. "Let's go below or 
we'll be wetter'n a couple of hens." 

Olive laughed, enjoying the excitement. Below, Pete turned on a low 
intensity lamp and the bunks seemed to invite them both to the coziness of 
slumber. The rain drummed against the decks and the hull as the wind howled 
and Pete looked at the crumpled bunk where he had fucked Olive's mother the 
day before. It reeked with the musk of love and he could think of no more 
appropriate place to take Olive. 

He went to the liquor cabinet, unlocked it and selected a bottle of Jack 
Daniels. "How about something to warm you up, Olive?" he asked. "Later we 
can have some coffee." 

"Sure-I-I guess so, Mr. Lonsdale," she said. 

"Call me Pete," he husked, twisting the top off the fresh fifth of Daniels. 

Olive laughed low and shook her wet hair out so that it would dry. She sat 
on a lower bunk and Pete looked down at her plump legs sticking out from 
under the sweatshirt. For sixteen years old she was built like a brick 
shithouse, he mused. He poured her a stiff double shot and handed it to her. 

"Just sip it, Olive," he said, "It'll warm your bones. I'll get you some 
water to wash it down. But if you sip it, it won't burn." 

He poured himself a double shot and got a glass of water for Olive from the 
nearby tap. 

She sipped the whiskey and smiled up at Pete. "It tastes good. And it does 
make me warm." 

"Good." 

Pete sat down on the bunk next to her. He clinked his glass against hers in 
a toast and they both sipped their whiskey. The warmth seemed to clear 
Pete's mind and he wasn't nearly as drunk as he had been when he was 
drinking the beer. Olive's eyes moistened from the whiskey but she seemed 
able to handle it all right. Pete was very close to her and she realized 
then that they could do anything they wanted to-that they were stranded and 
safe from the others in their party. 

Somehow it gave her a feeling of excited anticipation. 

Here she was, drinking whiskey with a good looking man while a storm was 
raging. Her tummy filled with the wings of a hundred fluttering butterflies 
and she smiled coyly at Pete Lonsdale. 

"Drink your whiskey. There's more," he husked. 

"I've never been drunk before," she said. 

"No time like the present," he said, putting a hand on her leg. 

His touch seemed to burn through her flesh. She felt a tingle in her loins, 
deeper, as his hand stayed there, and in her pussy. Her heart leaped up into 
her throat, but she didn't say anything. She didn't want to say anything. 
She wanted whatever was to happen, to happen. She wanted him to leave his 
hand there on her leg. Or move it up, slowly, to where her warm pussy pulsed 
as though in memory of its sexual excitement with Cathy of the night before. 

Olive had never had a grown man before. She was certain that Pete was going 
to fuck her. The thought of it made her clitoris harden and unconsciously 
she spread her legs slightly. Pete looked at her, then, getting the message. 

"You're a pretty girl, Olive," he told her. 

"Thank you-Pete," she said, sipping her whiskey. 

"Do you have any boyfriends?" he asked. 

"No-not really," she admitted. 

"Have you ever had sex with a boy?" 

"Yes, sort of," she said. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Unh huh," she nodded. 

Pete's hand moved up her leg, slowly as she had wanted it to. His fingers 
touched her shorts. 

He felt her jerk as though an electric shock had jolted her. 

"All right?" he asked. 

"Yes," she sighed. "When you touched me there-it-it surprised me." That 
wasn't what she meant, but that's all she could think of. Her head was 
spinning with excitement. 

"Did it feel good?" 

"Unh huh." 

Emboldened by her attitude and her remarks, Pete pushed his hand against her 
pussy lips. She clamped her legs over his hand with the delight this brought 
to her and Pete rubbed through the cloth, his own trousers stretching with 
the fullness of his hardening cock. 

Pete didn't put his hand inside her shorts at first. He wanted to bring her 
up to a point of hot desire slowly. He nodded to her to drink more of her 
whiskey as he drank his. He kept one hand in her crotch, hot against her 
pussy, though, and he could feel the warmth increasing there. 

"Do you want me?" he asked her. 

"I-I don't know. I-I guess so," she faltered. 

"You know what I'm going to do to you?" 

"Yes-I-I think so." 

His hand pushed against her pussy. "What?" he asked. 

"You're going to-to...." 

"Go on," he urged, "say it." 

"Make love to me?" 

"You can say it better than that." 

"F-fuck me?" 

"Yes, Olive," he said huskily, "I'm going to fuck you. I want to fuck you." 

"I know," she said, and sipped the last of her whiskey. Pete leaned over and 
took her face in his hands. He brought her lips around to his and gave her a 
hot kiss. She responded as he had dared not hope, and he slithered his 
tongue into her mouth. 

He took his hand away from her crotch and found a soft breast. He squeezed 
it as he kissed her and felt her body writhe under his touch. 

The body that responded to his touches was not a girl's, but a woman's. 
Olive's breasts rose as she struggled for breath. She pushed her breasts up 
and forward, threw her head back as Pete's hands brought pleasure to her 
whole body. Pete took one of her hands and put it on his own lap. His hard 
cock struggled to break free of the cloth. Olive felt the iron contours of 
his rod and gave a squeeze. Delighted, Pete rubbed her breast harder and 
kissed her with a rising passion. 

"Jesus, Olive," he breathed, "you're a woman already." He put his hand back 
down between her legs. Her pussy wetness had seeped through her shorts and 
the feel of the dampness brought new excitement to him. 

"You're ready quick," he whispered. 

"Yes-yes, I am," she managed. Her breath was short and her head was spinning 
with the giddiness of his attack. Her loins ached for the fullness of his 
cock and she moved her hips involuntarily in a coital motion. 

"Let's move onto the bunk," he said, gently pushing her under the upper 
bunk. She moved over and he slid alongside her. 

"Turn over," he said, and Olive twisted over on her stomach. Pete bent over 
her buttocks and unbuttoned her shorts, then zipped them down. Olive turned 
back over and Pete pulled her shorts down past her knees and over her canvas 
boat shoes. A pair of pink panties remained and Pete looked down at them. 
Olive put her hands on the elastic and began to tug them off, too. 

"No, don't. Not yet," he said. "It'll be better this way." 

He took her in his arms, then, and kissed her, before arising slightly to 
remove his own clothing, all except his own undershorts. Then he lay down 
beside her again and pulled her young breasts against his chest and put his 
mouth on hers. He kissed her slowly and softly at first, then as passion 
overtook him, crushed her lips against his. His tongue, a violent finger in 
her mouth, jabbed and probed. He felt Olive pulse against him, her nakedness 
bringing a thrill to him that caused his considerable erection to harden. 

Olive was gasping for breath when he broke from the kiss. "Ooooh," she said. 

"Like it, Olive?" 

"I-I love it," she breathed. 

Pete looked at her a long moment. Then his hand went to her pink panties and 
pressed against the mound beneath the nylon. Olive shuddered and he winked 
at her. 

"Put your hand on my cock, Olive," he rasped. Obediently, Olive timorously 
put her hand on the bulge in Pete's undershorts. She almost let out a sigh 
as her hand touched the big throbbing member that was curled up like a 
doughnut inside his shorts. She had never felt anything so big and so 
exciting. 

"Like that?" he asked. 

"Yes. My God, it's so big!" 

"Hey, you're a doll, Olive," he laughed. "I'll have to put you on my private 
payroll, you keep complimenting me like that." 

"I mean it," she said. "It's-so alive and big." 

She petted his cock with her hand as though it were a small furry animal. 

"How would you like that big cock inside of ,you?" he asked. 

Olive gave his member a squeeze and smiled at him. "I-I'd like that very 
much, Mr. Lonsdale." 

"It's Pete, now, honey." 

"Pete," she agreed. "Pete for peter." 

Pete laughed. 

Olive squeezed his cock again and moved her thighs as though to tell him 
that she wished he would make the coital connection. 

Pete put his hand to her panties again. They were soaked at the crotch where 
her little tight hole had leaked hungry sex fluids. He pushed against the 
wetness of her mound and was rewarded with an involuntary shudder. He 
slipped his finger, then, inside her panties and found flesh bristling with 
curly pubic hairs. Olive's mouth slacked open as his fingers touched her 
cunt and brought an electric sensation to her loins. 

He pushed his finger inside. Her hole was tight and he had to fumble around 
a moment or two before he achieved a modicum of penetration. But once inside 
her pussy, he slid further inside with no trouble because Olive was as wet 
as the inside of a rain barrel after a spring cloudburst. He moved his 
finger back and forth and Olive moaned with pleasure. Her back arched and 
her hips pushed up as though trying to impale herself on his entire arm. 

"Ooooh," she cooed, "but that feels so groovy, Pete." 

"Glad you like it," he said. "It's only the beginning. Wait'll I open up 
that hole of yours with my cock." 

"Man, I can hardly wait," she said. 

But Pete made her wait. He played with her young clit for several moments 
and felt her body shudder again and again as orgasms shook her. 

Later, he pulled her panties down and put his mouth in her nest. Olive 
wrapped her legs around Pete's neck in pure joy and thrust her pussy upward. 
That's when Pete shoved his tongue inside her juice-laden cunt and drove 
Olive clear out of her teenage mind. 

"Damn, man," she breathed, while his tongue was making orgasm-wracking 
contact with her clit, "but you sure know how to do it!" 

Pete's cock seeped fluid from its pinhole and throbbed with full hardness, 
as he lay with his head between Olive's legs, tonguing her pussy to a 
pulsing madness. 

He wanted her, bad, then, oh how he wanted her! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The beach disappeared under the hull of the Sea Stud as seven and eight foot 
waves boiled up out of the storm-smashed sea. 

But Olive and Pete didn't care. 

She had kicked her legs upward and pulled Pete's head forward so that his 
tongue was into her well-lubricated vulva. His tongue thrust up the moist 
passageway like a ravenous lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch with wild 
abandon. 

The softness of her thigh flesh yielded to his hands as he forced her legs 
wider apart. He could not see her face but she was moaning like some 
stricken animal the more his tongue plied her honeyed slit. Her short gasps 
began a rhythm of their own as he flicked in and out of her tight hole with 
his lapping tongue. He could tell that she was filling up inside with the 
juices brought on by repeated orgasms. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she sobbed. 

Pete buried his head in her fresh young crotch and pulled on her up-flung 
legs. 

"Oh, my good God," she exclaimed in a soft faraway voice. "Oh, man, Pete, 
you're driving me crazy, man, God!" 

Pete didn't let up, but pushed harder into the squirming cushion of her cunt 
as she returned the push with her wet swollen pussy. The fires inside her 
burned deep and the tips of her nipples ached as though they had been 
hardened by firebrands. Pete's tongue thrilled her, alternately sending 
shudders throughout. her body, then paralyzing her with electric excitement. 

She grabbed the back of Pete's head, running her hands through his blonde 
hair for a moment, then grasping a handhold and pulling on his head. His 
head seemed to fill her splayed hot wet crevice while his tongue jabbed in 
the tunnel like a serpent's warning tongue. Pete was relentless in his 
tonguing. The more Olive writhed and orgasmed, the more he licked those pink 
folds of flesh that made up her sex. 

In a violent orgasm that wracked Olive's body with waves of delicious 
current, she clamped her legs around Pete's head. His hands reached up, 
then, and found her melon breasts and squeezed them. Olive responded with 
arched back that brought her vulva up-thrusting even more into Pete's face 
and mouth and tongue. 

And all the while, Olive was moaning with deep pleasure. Her soft, 
hair-nested crevice widened under the love attack. Never had she experienced 
such pleasure, even with Pete's daughter, Cathy. Even with the woman who had 
first plied her pussy with such an educated tongue. Pete, his head between 
her legs, his face buried in her cunt, was like an animal at supper, 
lapping, licking, gently biting, driving her beyond any pleasure she had 
ever known. She sobbed with the exquisite thrill of his oral lovemaking, 
wanting to scream out to the world what fiery pleasures she was having, 
wanting to absorb Pete inside her so that he could suck her runt until it 
was dry and fully sated. 

"Pete, man, you're doing it all. That's where it's at, baby," she moaned, 
not really knowing what she was saying, but having the need to express 
herself. When, occasionally, his rough-edged tongue touched the bud that was 
her clitoris, her knees came together in a clap and the soft inner flesh of 
her legs enclosed his head in a pleasurable embrace. The more Pete gave her 
the more she wanted. After the night of lovemaking with Cathy, she was 
surprised that she had so much more loving in her. But she did and Pete was 
making her gush inside like a foaming fountain. 

Pete thought of the girl he was cunnilinguistically coupling. The very age 
of her thrilled him. To know that he was with a sixteen-year-old girl and 
that he could take her any way he wanted to was a tremendous boost to his 
ego. The fact that he had fucked her mother only a short time before added 
to his pleasure. His rock hard penis jabbed at midair as he held on tight to 
Olive's breasts and ate her cunt as though it were a bowl of soup and he a 
starving man. Her smell was young, her flesh yielding. Every buck of her 
body was testimony to his own technique and he reveled in the reaction from 
the young girl. 

He was serious, now, and sober as a chief justice. That squirming pink twat 
of hers seemed full of endless delights. He could touch her clitoris and 
suck on it with his mouth. Every time he did, Olive nearly smothered him the 
way she clapped her knees together and clamped her legs around his head. 

The cabin light, dim though it was, gave enough illumination so that, when 
he looked up from her crotch, Pete could see the pristine fineness of her 
body. Her breasts were full and firm, looking, from his vantage point, like 
lush melons. Sweat made them glisten in the cabin light and below them her 
belly mounded soft, like a gentle rolling hill seen from afar. 

Pete thought to himself how lucky he was to have this young girl. Whether 
she was a virgin or not didn't matter to him. The fact that she was 
obviously inexperienced was enough. At her age, he mused, she could hardly 
qualify as an old hand at sex. It was this very gap in their ages that 
thrilled him as he lay between her legs, his head nestled to her crotch, his 
tongue piercing her inflamed slit. 

The storm seemed only a background tableau to the two lovers on the bunk. 
Olive lay back her head twisting from side to side as Pete delved into her 
foaming passageway with his tongue. She could feel his nose nuzzling her 
vulva and the heaviness of his face pressing on her crotch while his tongue 
performed blinding electronic miracles. She pushed her pussy forward so that 
his face buried itself in her mobile nest. She felt her wetness seeping out 
of her slit and onto her pubic hairs, to her inner thighs. Throughout it all 
she moaned and gasped, her orgasms soaking her insides like the storm raging 
over the land and the sea. 

"Pete, oh Pete," she moaned, "you great man you!" 

She squeezed his head with her hands for emphasis, and Pete gave her a final 
lashing with his tongue, causing her body to buck with the pleasure it 
brought. Then he slid up over her body and smothered her with his weight. 

"Oh my, Pete, but that was so good," she said, when his face was close to 
hers. 

He kissed her as his swaying cock bounced against her pussy, its bullet head 
seeping bitter clear fluid. 

"I'm glad you liked it, Olive," he said. "I hope you like what's coming 
next." 

"Oh, I will, I will," she said, her eyes wide, looking up at him in the dim 
light. 

She put her arms around him and held him close to her, his body crushing her 
full breasts, filling them with pleasure. 

Pete brought his butt up in the air and his cock hovered over her raw slit 
like a poised battering ram. He kissed her once more, then rose up on his 
stiffened arms and looked down at her young face. Then he lowered his shaft 
while she looked into his eyes and felt it touch the already violated flesh 
of her pussy. 

Olive gasped as the head of his cock touched tender flesh. 

Pete pushed slightly and his organ pried through the outer folds of her 
cunt, seeking the dark dampness within. He sucked on her nipples, until both 
were hard as ball bearings, and kept up his gentle knocking on her door with 
his ram horn. Olive's eyes were smoky with lust as she felt the head of his 
cock bouncing against her mound of Venus, sliding along her slit and banging 
against her tight but lubricated hole. She had been worked to a fever pitch 
by his tongue and was now laid underneath him like a virgin sacrifice, 
waiting for him to tear through flesh to the very heart of her. The fleshy 
outer flanges of her cunt lips spread for him as his cock battered gently 
away. The dainty bud of her clitoris waited just beyond, throbbing with his 
every near thrust. 

He teased her. His cock flicked flirtingly at the quivering little nub of 
raw ready nerves at the top of her slit. Olive's body shuddered 
spasmodically as billions of electronic messages shot through her pussy. She 
looked down at her crotch and saw clearly his thick fat cock protruding like 
a cudgel from his crotch. She watched as it paused momentarily over her own 
pulsing vagina and when he dipped it down and touched her, she mewed like a 
kitten. 

"Man, that's good," she moaned. 

"What?" 

"Everything, Pete. You, your big cock. Everything." 

That's when Pete rammed his cock inside her. His cockhead found the small 
hole and shot in as though on roller bearings. No trouble. But Olive nearly 
fainted from the exquisite thrill it gave her. 

"You touched everything," she gasped. 

His cock had sucked itself into her and filled her pussy with its throbbing 
presence. Olive jerked again as Pete rotated his cock around inside, teasing 
the, soaked sensitive walls until she gasped and panted, mewing a moan of 
surrender to the rapacious plundering her cunt was undergoing. Olive 
squirmed like a skewered eel as pleasure made her nearly mindless. The rigid 
hugeness of his cock turned her into a quivering mass of desire, her every 
orifice crying out for him to fill it up. Olive began to rotate her own 
pussy in countermotion to Pete's grinding and the two looked like serpents 
on a hot stove in their writhing. 

"Ooooh!" Olive screamed, "Ooooh, baby, you're doing it. Wow, man, that's too 
much!" 

Her cunt muscles were like rubber, clasping and unclasping Pete's cock as it 
soared in and out like a sewing machine needle. Her tight pussy pulled on 
Pete's cock as though it were trying to suck it up into her womb. The 
pleasure this gave him was intense and he had to use all of his willpower to 
keep from splashing his sperm up in her with every thrust. 

"It feels good to me, too, Olive," he told her. 

"Oh, man, you don't know. You don't know," she moaned, pulling on his 
buttocks with both hands. "Man, I never had feelings like this. Never!" 

"It's that good, eh?" 

"Man, you know it!" 

Each time he stroked the flaring bud of her tiny clitoris, Olive pulled on 
his buttocks and moaned with pleasure. Her insides kept gushing as though 
Pete had tapped some endless spring. The weight of the man and the driving 
huge cock of him was by far the most exciting thing that had ever happened 
to her. He seemed to ignite every pore of her body with each thrust of that 
slickened cock, turning her into a being that was totally loved. She had 
enjoyed herself with Cathy, but it was only a lark compared to this. This 
was the real thing. This was where it was at. All of it. Pete was like a 
girl's dream come true-an incestuous dream of coupling with the father. 

And she compared Pete to her father, almost subliminally. For she had 
thought of how it would be to fuck her own father. In her private thoughts 
sometimes. Nothing she would ever discuss with anyone or admit to herself 
out loud. Yet it was true. After her first brushes with sex, and her first 
experiences she had imagined how it would be to sleep like a lover with her 
father. And now it was happening to her-almost. She had had sex with Cathy 
and now with Cathy's father. It was a delicious connection. When she closed 
her eyes real tight she could picture her own father atop her, driving his 
hard cock into her, wetting her pussy with the residue of love, pressing his 
weight on her body ... 

"Oooooh, man," she moaned again. "Give it to me, daddy," she exclaimed, 
despite herself. 

Pete thrilled to her last utterance. 

"Oh, daddy, oh daddy," Olive moaned over and over. It had sounded good to 
her too and she kept saying it. "Give it to me, daddy, give it all to me." 

"Yes, Olive, yes!" Pete whispered hoarsely. 

"Oh dear God, give me that big cock of yours, daddy." 

It was almost out in the open. Both of them knew what was happening. Latent 
desires had flared to the surface in their lovemaking. Pete's desire for his 
own daughter was satisfied by proxy as was Olive's lust for her own father. 
Now they slammed their bodies at each other with renewed fervor as these 
long buried wishes rose to the surface of their brains. Pete drove his cock 
between Olive's legs with a picture of Cathy in his mind, his own daughter! 

Olive made her body into a cradle of lust to receive her own father's 
thrusting cock, her father's face dancing before her mind's eye. In the dark 
of the cabin, in the midst of the raging storm outside, they were father and 
daughter committing incest. They were happy and they transmitted this 
happiness to each other through the coupling of their bodies. 

Pete became more tender with Olive and the sex with her took on new meaning. 
Olive kept moaning over and over, "My daddy, my sweet daddy, give me more of 
your cock," and when Pete did so, Olive gushed with mind-blowing orgasm. 

To save himself, Pete pulled his cock from her slavering slit and gave it 
some air. Then he would put the head of it against her sweating crevice and 
tease her with it. Olive hunched her cunt up to meet him, trying to screw 
him inside her, back inside her where she thrilled to his filling organ. He 
tantalized her in this way and she quivered up against his cock, sometimes 
taking the head just inside the lips and trying to suck the rest of him in. 
He began describing circles around her steeping slit, teasing her, and she 
moaned and threw her hips from side to side trying to capture that sausage 
of pleasure. 

It became a pleasant game for both of them. "Oh, daddy, how you tease me," 
she laughed, still consumed with desire for his cock to invade her, she 
scrooched her buttocks around on the bunk trying to ensnare him. There was 
nothing in the world like the feeling she had now. She felt totally loved 
and she was enjoying sex without fear of any discovery or 
consequences-physical or mental. 

"You're very sweet, Olive," he said to her during this game. "You're my 
baby." 

"Oh, man, you know I dig you." 

He looked down at her loins, then; the way she sucked her belly in made her 
cunt into a rising promontory. He watched his cock as it slid in the slit 
and reveled in this picture. Olive looked down too, because Pete was high 
over her as though at the rise of a pushup and when she saw and felt his 
huge cock slither into her she came for the hundredth time. She reached down 
and put her hand around his cock. As it slipped in and out of her she 
squeezed it. 

"That's good, Olive," he told her. "I'm going to come now." 

"I want it inside me," she breathed. 

"No. You'll get knocked up." 

"I don't care. I want it inside me, man." 

"You're crazy," he laughed. 

"Please," she begged. 

"Hey, don't think I wouldn't want to. But it would foul things up, kid." 

Olive thrust herself up, then, burying his cock in her soaked pussy. Her 
eyes blazed with determination. 

"Jesus," Pete muttered. 

"Oh fuck me, daddy, fuck me," she said, her hips bouncing up and down on the 
bunk. 

"Olive-don't," he protested. 

But he was caught up in her passion. Despite himself, he increased the 
rhythm of his fucking, sinking his cock deep, deep inside the teenager. 
Olive held him tightly in her arms, her hands pressing and pulling on his 
buttocks as though to shove him deeper inside her. 

Pete thought of what might happen if Olive became pregnant and tried to free 
himself even as the hot sperm threatened to burst from its chalice of flesh. 

"No, Olive, no," he said. "I can't do it to you." 

"Give it to me, daddy, give it to me. Keep fucking me and give me all your 
come." 

And he wanted to, he wanted to. Never in his life had he felt as he did now. 
He knew what he should do, now, before he had shot his sperm up into her 
womb. He knew what he should do, but he kept fucking her, caught up in the 
pleasure her young body gave him. 

Then he knew he had to get out. 

He tried to pull his cock out of her sheath, but she held him in. 

"Now!" she whispered. 

"Goddamn! " 

And it was too late. 

He felt the sperm gush from the head of his cock and mingle with her juices. 

"Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you," Olive kept moaning. "Oh, God, thank you." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Jim hardly knew what was happening to him. It was unbelievable. And yet it 
was happening. He felt his blood run chill. 

"Just relax, Jim," his wife said. 

"That's right, Jim. relax," said Bunny Lonsdale in throaty tones. 

Relax? 

His whole body was like a stretched rubber band. A spring coiled to the 
limit of its endurance. What did they mean relax? What were they doing to 
him? 

Darlene nearly smothered him with her breasts and was holding him down, flat 
on his back, by the shoulders. Below, where he couldn't see her, Bunny was 
doing something to his shorts. He could feel it! She was unsnapping the top 
button! She was pulling the zipper down! Good lord, could this be happening 
to him? 

It was happening to him. 

Darlene was stark naked, her body thrown across his chest, her breasts 
hanging down into his face. God, he must have dozed off. He could hear the 
storm all over again. It sounded worse now than it had the day before. Every 
once in a while he could see out and determined that they were still in the 
adobe. Where was Pete? Lord, what the devil was all this? 

He felt his shorts being pulled down and he instinctively cringed. That had 
to be Bunny doing that to him, he knew. And he thought that she, also, was 
naked. What the hell ... ? He must have slept, but for how long? He had no 
way of knowing. But what a way to wake up. He tried to hold his feet down 
when Bunny got the shorts that far, but she hoisted his legs up and off they 
came, Next, she tugged on his underwear. 

Jim cringed. Darlene laughed and Bunny echoed her. 

Jim was puzzled. Just the two of them. And him. Pete was gone. That's right. 
He remembered now. Pete had gone somewhere after breakfast. If only I hadn't 
kept drinking beer, Jim thought. And then I must have fallen asleep. But 
Bunny and Darlene doing this to me! They must be drunk or something. They 
had to be drunk! 

Jim's mind reeled with all the possibilities of his situation. The adobe was 
dark and the rain was steady and hard. He tried to raise up enough to see 
Bunny, but Darlene was too strong for him in his weakened condition. Too 
much beer. But that didn't explain why his wife and his boss's wife had 
ganged up on him like this. He felt his undershorts go off the same way as 
had his Bermudas and knew that he was now as naked as a dawn sprite. 

"What're you doing?" he mumbled to Darlene. 

"Having fun," she giggled. 

"Yes, Jim," piped in Bunny, "we're gonna have some fun. The three of us." 

"I-I don't understand," he muttered. 

Darlene laughed and jiggled her tits in Jim's face. He snorted and tried to 
squirm away. 

"Don't, please," he said. 

"Are you embarrassed, Jim?" mocked Darlene. He knew that he was, but didn't 
answer. 

"Well, Bunny and I are going to see that you learn how to live a little. No 
embarrassment, baby. Come on, Jim, now loosen up." 

His pulse pounded in his temples and he felt faint. He knew that Bunny was 
looking at his nakedness and despite himself he felt an erection beginning 
to form. He tried to think it down. 

"Oh, how cute," said Bunny. 

Good lord, were they both drunk or . . , crazy? He didn't know. 

"What?" asked Darlene. 

"Our shy friend's beginning to wake up all over." 

"You mean he's getting his pecker up," said Darlene. 

Bunny laughed. "Yep. He sure is. Look." 

Jim squirmed as he felt both pairs of eyes fixed on his pubic area. Were 
they teasing him? Well, it wasn't fair. 

"This isn't fair," he said aloud. 

"All's fair in love and war," said Darlene. She was slightly tipsy, he 
decided. He tried to look at her face. Her eyes would tell him. But it was 
too dark in the adobe to see that clearly. He felt a fingernail brush 
against the head of his cock. 

"Fair, schmair," said Bunny, as she proscribed a circle on the head of Jim's 
dick. "Look, Dar, it's struggling to get up out of bed." 

The two women laughed. Jim felt humiliated. "Cute little jigger," said 
Darlene. 

"It looks like a bald little old blind man," said Bunny, giving Jim's cock a 
slight pinch with two fingers. Jim winced, although it did not hurt. The 
tweak she gave him had sent a shot of electricity straight up to his 
ass-hole and it surprised him. 

"Is it alive?" asked Darlene. 

"Barely," said Bunny. "I think it needs artificial respiration." 

"Blow on it," said Darlene, breaking into an uncontrollable giggle. 

"Blow on it!" shrieked Bunny. "Did you hear that, Jim? Your wife told me to 
blow on it! Wowwie! I was going to suck on it. But blow on it!" 

She put her lips down and blew a jet of air on the hole at the tip of his 
cock. Jim again tried to squirm away. 

"Okay, you girls have had your fun. Now let me up," he demanded. 

"It's starting to breathe," said Bunny. She was slurring some of her words 
slightly. Jim was sure now that both women were stone drunk. This was all 
too fantastic to believe. He was bewildered, and he thought if he got up he 
could get his bearings and recapture some of his lost dignity. But Darlene 
and Bunny were having too much fun to let such a thing happen. They had 
planned this and weren't about to be cheated out of their entertainment. 

They had begun to talk about it after breakfast. Jim had felt self-conscious 
after Pete left. He felt strange sitting there with the two women, so he had 
lain back and dozed off. This gave Bunny and Darlene a chance to compare 
notes and to chat about their husbands. Jim hadn't heard a word If he had he 
would've known what the women were up to now. 

"How did you like Jim?" Darlene had asked Bunny. 

"Shy, but nice," said Bunny. "He needs educating." 

"I think you're right. He's always been on the square side. This is probably 
the best thing that ever happened to him." 

"Only he doesn't know it," said Bunny. 

Darlene laughed quietly. "Oh, you're so right, Bunny." 

"Maybe we should make sure he knows what's going on," said Bunny, her eyes 
twinkling. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Turn him on. Way on!" 

Darlene looked down at her sleeping husband. "You mean gang up on him?" 

"Yes. Gang bang him. You and I," said Bunny. 

"Wow! I never thought I'd get to participate in group sex on my own 
husband." 

"Well, do you want to, Darlene?" 

Darlene licked her tongue over her lips. "Are you kidding? It sounds like a 
ball!" 

Bunny reached down then and put her hand in side Jim's shorts, feeling his 
cock. She fondled it while Darlene watched and felt her insides flood with a 
hot dampness. She hurried getting out of her clothes. 

Jim felt his cock rise up in stiffened arousal despite his wish to keep it 
down. Bunny's eyes were glazed with desire as she bent her head again. 

This time she took the head of Jim's cock in her mouth and gently sucked on 
it. Jim shook the cobwebs loose from his brain as best he could. He was no 
longer able to deceive himself about what was happening to him. Bunny's 
mouth was shooting hot shocks of electricity through his now-risen cock, her 
nakedness perspiring with animal desire, her wet mouth full of heat. She 
massaged it with her tongue to its fullest size and hardness. 

"How do you like that, Jim?" Darlene husked. 

"Mmmmm, God, I can't lie," Jim moaned. 

"You damn well like it, don't you?" Darlene insisted, her eyes glazing. 

"Yes, oh yes, dammit!" he exclaimed in frustration. 

Darlene watched Bunny's mouth in fascination. It was distended out of shape, 
full of Jim's now enormous cock. As it slid up and down on the slick pole, 
shots of desire peppered Darlene's pussy. She found her own hand going down 
between her legs. She didn't care if either Jim or Bunny saw her masturbate. 
She needed it too damned much. Seeing Jim's cock being laved like that by 
Bunny was driving her up the wall with lust. So her hand found her wiry 
pubic hairs and parted them. She found her pussylips and plied them wide, 
entering her own hot pussy with the tip of her finger. 

At about that time, Bunny shifted her body. Jim was groaning louder now with 
the animal sounds of pleasure as Bunny copped his throbbing joint. Bunny's 
ass swung out over Jim's chest, straddling it in such a way that Darlene 
could look right at her slit. It was too much for her. She reached up with 
her other hand then, falling back on her own haunches, and stuck her finger, 
inside Bunny's bun. 

"Ooooh, that was an unexpected surprise!" exclaimed Mrs. Lonsdale. 

"Good?" asked Darlene. 

"You betcha. Keep it up, honey." 

Darlene needed no urging. She couldn't see Bunny's mouth on her husband's 
prick anymore, but she could see Bunny's upended ass and her own finger 
fucking it and that made her even hotter than before. She could see the 
honey seeping from Bunny's cunt, slow and milky. The flesh seemed to be 
independent of the rest of her body. When her fingertip touched Bunny's 
clit, Bunny would ram her ass backwards like freight cars coupling. 

Darlene was still fingering herself with a slow deftness that brought her 
pleasure enough. But she was more fascinated by Bunny's reactions. She 
enjoyed watching a cunt at work. She became so absorbed in this work that 
she forgot her own masturbation and focused all of her attention on the slit 
hanging in midair in front of her. She tried her finger inside it from all 
different directions. She withdrew her finger and cupped the cunt, feeling 
its softness, its pliancy. 

She made her hand into a fist and gently banged it against Bunny's 
pussylips. She stuck two fingers into Bunny's twat, then three, then four, 
and finally, with just a small amount of effort she parted the cunt lips and 
stuck all five fingers through the streaming damp slot. 

"What're you doing back there, Darlene?" muttered Bunny, her mouth full of 
saliva and the seepings from Jim's cock. 

"Just messing around," Darlene giggled. She was happy and high. 

"You mean fucking around," Bunny laughed. "Well, fuck ahead, girl." 

"I sure will," said Darlene. "Jim? You enjoying that blow job?" 

"Ooooh," Jim moaned, afraid to answer his wife. 

"You bet he is," affirmed Bunny. "And I'm going to suck him dry." 

"Leave some for me," said Darlene. 

"Oh," groaned Jim. "Oh. Oh." 

Bunny went down on him again, swallowing his entire joint as though it were 
a popsicle. 

Jim Baker shuddered with pleasure and gave out another moan. "Oh!" 

Darlene tickled Bunny's clitoris with two fingers. She watched, fascinated, 
as Bunny's buttocks began jiggling with the rhythm of her stroking. Her ass 
seemed to bounce in the air like a faded rubber ball split in two. Darlene 
couldn't get over it. It was like sticking her fingers into a fleshy well 
surrounded by streaming moss. The cunt lips seemed to open of themselves as 
she finger-fucked them with increasing variety. 

But this wasn't enough for Darlene. 

"I'm going to make a train," she said giddily. 

"What's that?" asked Bunny. 

"Just never mind. Get over Jim like he was going to eat your pussy," she 
ordered. 

Bunny shifted her body again and she had her pussy over Jim's face. 

"Good," said Darlene. "Now hold it right there for a minute." 

Darlene went behind Bunny's extended ass and put her arms around Bunny's leg 
dog-fashion. Then she scrooched herself up so that she could put her tongue 
into Bunny's cunt. She shot her tongue inside Bunny's cunt. 

"Oooooew!" squealed Bunny, delighted. 

Then she got the idea. "You've made a train," she told Darlene. 

Darlene's tits hung down in Jim's face. "That's right, Bunny, I've made a 
fucking train. Now go ahead and suck my husband off and I'll eat your 
pussy." 

"Oooooh," said Jim, as Bunny went down on him once again. 

Darlene connected with Bunny's pussy and tongued a jolt of electricity into 
her clitoris. "Mmmmmmmm," said Darlene, nudging upward with her nose, her 
tongue stabbing deep. 

"Mmmmmmmm," murmured the cocksucking Bunny nearly choking to death on Jim's 
knob. 

"Mmmmmmmm," mmmm'd Jim thrusting upward with his joint, his eyes closed, but 
feeling his wife's tits dangling nearby. 

And several things happened all at once to bring them all together in a 
mutual pact of enjoyment. 

Darlene gushed like a schoolgirl feeling a cock inside her cunt for the 
first time as orgasm burst inside her. 

Bunny came as Darlene's finger twanged particularly hard against her raw 
throbbing clitoris. And Jim shot his milky wad into Bunny's mouth, his sperm 
stalactiting off the roof of her mouth and dripping down into her open 
throat. The moans were all intermingled and sounded like the mewings of 
ravished virgin kittens. 

It felt good to each of them, all coming at once like that. It made them 
feel like a team. A fucking team. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Olive didn't care about what had happened. She didn't care if she had ten 
babies all at once. All she knew was that she wanted this big man, Pete, to 
fuck her again with that marvelous huge cock of his. She wanted to feel his 
bigness swelling and throbbing inside her; feel it jam hard against her clit 
until she went mad and then, yes, have it all again-the hot sperm smashing 
against the walls of her womb. She was near fainting from the pleasure of 
that first fuck of his and she felt, with pleasure, the quickly cooling 
sperm inside her, could picture it soaking the inside of her cunt like 
slowly solidifying candle wax. 

"Man, but that was a groove," she whispered to Pete Lonsdale. 

"I'm glad you liked it, Olive," he said, catching his breath. His organ was 
limp as he lay beside her, but he knew he was a good enough man to get it up 
again once a short period of time was past. 

"It was the best thing I've ever had happen to me," she said warmly. 

Pete took her in his arms, then, and kissed her. "That's saying quite a 
lot," he said. 

"You did quite a lot," she replied. She could still feel his cock inside 
her. It was as though every fibre of her cunt still retained the exquisite 
memory of his hugeness ravishing her. It was a good feeling, like warm 
summers in the San Bernardino mountains when she was a young girl running 
barefooted through the grassy Holcomb Valley near Big Bear Lake. It was like 
good evenings at home when her father was in a good mood, smiling at her. 

Always it got back to her father. She knew now that she had probably wanted 
him for a long time. Pete had made that clear with his attentions and his 
intense lovemaking. Made it certain in her own mind that Pete was the 
welcome substitute for her own father. Now that she knew it, she wanted Pete 
all the more. It made it possible for her to live in the best of two worlds. 
This, she thought to herself, was, in truth, eating your cake and having it, 
too. 

Feeling this warm happy glow all over her body, Olive reached over and took 
Pete's cock in her hand. The limp flesh made her feel tender toward him. A 
few moments before, that same mass of muscles, sinew, and nerves had been 
swollen within her like a rubber jackhammer and now it was soft like warmed 
gun from a gum tree. She kneaded the sated flesh of his cock between her 
fingers, tumbling his sleeping flesh in rapid movement. 

"Your hand feels good there," he said in the dark of the cabin. 

"I want to get ready again," she sighed, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. 

"You mean hard." 

"Yes. Hard. Hard as a rock." 

"There is a way," he said tentatively. 

"To what?" 

"To get it hard in a hurry." 

"How?" she asked. "Maybe you won't want to do it." 

"Maybe I will." 

He reached his hand over to her thighs and found her pussy. He pushed on it 
gently as though to define its boundaries. 

"Yes," he said, "maybe you will." 

"Just tell me what you want me to do," she said. 

"Suck me." 

The storm hurried the winds along and spat the rain against the Sea Stud as 
though in punctuation to their almost whispered dialogue. 

"I will," she said, and turned her body like a growing vine next to him. 

"You're a doll," he murmured. 

"Mmmmm," she smiled, and found his latent cock with her lips. 

They brushed across the wad of flesh like a warm whisper and Pete took her 
young head in his arms. "You're such a' sweet girl, Olive," he said. "To do 
this." 

"I want to," she said. "You make me very happy." 

He gave her head a squeeze, too overcome to reply. Her lips brushed against 
his limp cock again and he waited for her to arouse him. 

Olive thought to herself that it was unlike her affair with Cathy. With 
Pete, all the lovemaking parts were on the outside. She kissed his limp rod 
and then extended her tongue and licked it. It wasn't that much different, 
after all, she decided.. The smell of his love musk made her giddy again. 
She decided, then, to be bold. 

She took his cock into her mouth and swathed it in her saliva. She felt it 
stir like an awakening serpent. 

Gradually she became less self-conscious with herself. This was not anything 
totally new, after all. It was merely sex in another form. But the newness 
was still a "thing" with her. Even more exciting, though, because it was 
with Pete Lonsdale. Her father's boss. Her father's substitute. 

She felt a sense of power with his cock in her mouth. She could bite it off 
and he would be less of a man than he was. She almost shuddered at the 
horrible thought of such a thing. Still-it was there. It had flesh and blood 
in it. But she felt even more powerful knowing that she could work a magic 
with it. Transform it. Turn it from a limp useless pisser into a giant 
throbbing cock that could fill her cunt with its massiveness. This was what 
she wanted. This was the best thought of all. 

Her lips suckled him like a piglet at its mother's teat. She took the head 
of his cock between them and tasted it as though it were a mushroom fresh 
picked from a forest glade. Her face buried itself in the hollow of his 
thighs. She could feel the growth of his organ, like a stalk of meat 
suddenly finding life. 

"That feels good, Olive." 

She was silent, absorbed in her love work. 

His cock began to uncoil, become rigid. The muscles filled with blood from 
the veins and soon she could taste the lemony seepings from his tiny slit 
hole in the tip end of his prick. 

Pete pushed upward, his cudgel disappearing in Olive's mouth. He could feel 
the back of her throat and the touch of it brought the blood rushing to the 
head of his instrument. Her pulling mouth brought intense pleasure to his 
whole body, but especially to his organ, now laved to a slick harness, 
curved like some thick sickle of flesh. Her mouth tightened around his cock 
and he pushed in and out slowly, letting the warm feeling flow through him. 
As her lips sucked on his reddening organ, she swabbed the head of it with 
her coarse tongue, describing a circular movement as she did so. 

She was surprised at herself. She was surprised that she could take so much 
of that long hard prick into her mouth. She felt that she could swallow its 
full length and pull it into her belly, attack her womb from a different 
direction. But she nearly gagged several times when she took too much of 
him. She did not let Pete know this, though. She blinked back the tears that 
came and continued her sucking. The salt-lemon taste of his discharge 
brought a thrill to her. She sucked at this and savored it on the tip of her 
tongue. The more she sucked the stuff away, the more seeped back out, it 
seemed. She liked it too when Pete up-thrust his hips and drove his shaft 
against the back of her throat. She knew she was sucking him good and the 
feeling made her clit tremble inside her soaked pussy like some rung bell 
tongue at the bottom of the sea. 

She reached down tenderly and cupped his hairy balls in her hand. She began 
to gently massage the slack flesh of his sack as her mouth went up and down 
over his smooth wet prick. She kneaded his nuts in her hand and then moved 
her fingers underneath his nuts in her hand and then moved her fingers 
underneath his scrotum. She felt his body respond to this new touching and 
encouraged, she let her finger wander further underneath him. She found the 
narrow passageway from his sack to his anus and her fingernail probed the 
tight hole that lay like a puckered crater between the nates. 

"Ummmmm." Pete moaned, and thrust upward with his hips. 

Olive tightened her lips and took almost all of his flare-red prick into her 
throat. Her finger probed still further and when Pete's ass came down, she 
slid her finger inside his ass-hole. She found that she could control his 
movements by asserting pressure at this point and make his loins rise and 
fall as she wished. It became a delightful novelty to her. She fingered him 
as though she were working on a woman's pussy and slid her finger in and out 
of his ass-hole. Pete squirmed and wriggled on her finger like a goosed 
young girl and every time he moved, Olive took more of his cock into her 
sucking mouth. 

"You're an artist," he told her. "You are already an expert at lovemaking in 
your teens, Olive. There are damn few grown women who know how to make a man 
this happy." 

Olive gurgled with delight, his cudgel buried halfway down her throat. She 
tried to thank him but she would not release his throbbing cock from her 
suckling grip on it. 

Pete reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He gave the back of 
her neck a gentle squeeze as if to say, "That's all right. Don't stop. Just 
keep sucking me." 

Olive got the silent message and although her jaw was tired from the 
constant use of the muscles, she renewed her oral lovemaking. 

Nor did she neglect her anal probing. The combined effort produced a rapport 
between the two that was even stronger than before. Olive's body began to 
perspire as she found new strength. Her mouth became more rubbery as she 
swished her saliva over his prick and sucked it in and out. Her tongue 
lapped up his juices as fast as they came while her finger went deeper and 
deeper into his now distended ass-hole. 

Pete took her hand in his hands and wrenched it as he felt his sperm ready 
to explode. "I-I'm coming, sweet," he whispered. 

Olive gurgled and shot her finger deeper into his ass. She sucked harder on 
him. As she felt his cock grow even larger she bobbed her head up and down 
on his joint in quicker rhythm. She now took his prick very deep into her 
throat, tongued the tip of it more vigorously and sucked at it with more 
suction. 

"That's it, Olive. I'm almost there." 

Her head moved faster up and down. His cock disappeared like a freight train 
going into a tunnel, and like on a crazy film, reversing the action-in and 
out, in and out. 

He could not last under such conditions. And he didn't. 

He moaned as his hot seed shot up the tube and splashed against the back of 
Olive's throat. "Jesus," he groaned. 

Olive gurgled as his cock spat milkets all over the inside of her mouth. 

The taste, like that of almonds, gave Olive a deep satisfaction. She gladly 
took all he had in him and sucked him for more. 

The head of Pete's cock became extremely sensitive and he winced when 
Olive's lips touched the tender part. Exhausted and satisfied, he lay back 
and pulled Olive close to him. She turned, her mouth full of his sperm, and 
lay beside him. She swallowed as much of his come as she could, then kissed 
him. Their tongues intertangled as they explored each other's mouth. 

"That was good, Olive," he whispered when they broke. 

"Thank you, Pete," she said. "It was a new experience for me." 

"I'm sure it was. I hope it won't be the last." 

"Me too," she chuckled. Then, "Pete . '. '. . " 

"Yeah?" 

"I-I want you inside me. Will you be able to?" 

He laughed and put his hand on her damp nest reassuringly. "Sure. Anytime. 
In a minute or two." 

"That soon? I want you very much." 

"Keep your fingers crossed." 

"But not my legs." 

"No," he smiled, "not your legs." 

She reached over and took his limp organ in her hands then, and played with 
it vigorously so as to arouse it. 

True to his promise, it was not long before Pete was again ready. His stout 
prick became born again, full of renewed energy. Pete knew it was because 
Olive was so young and the memory of her sucking him was still strong in his 
mind. Now she was taking his manhood and pulling on it with her hand as if 
it were taffy. 

"Spread your legs," she told her gently. 

Olive spread them wide, opening her slit wide to receive him. 

Pete pulled himself over her and straddled her naked body, his cock aimed at 
her pussy like a Nike rocket ready to strike. He dipped his loins and the 
head of his love-weapon touched the sensitive lips of Olive's vagina. She 
trembled in eager anticipation of his entrance, her body poised like a 
female cat's in heat. Pete pushed and the rude head of his spear slipped on 
past the outer lips and hit the lubricated passageway to her womb. 

"I'm going to fuck you like you'll never be fucked again, this time," he 
told her. 

"Groovy man. Fuck the life out of me. Fuck me good, Pete." 

Her words stiffened his cock even more and he pushed on into her wet hole, 
his monster organ filling her juicy cavity with its swollen presence. 

Olive let out a long low sign as happiness made her body turn warm all over. 
The heat sped through her muscles as though she had been given a vitamin 
injection. Pete slid his cock in her sheath with a calculated slowness so 
that she could savor every throbbing inch of it. When it had reached all the 
way in, he withdrew it slowly, feeling her inner lips contract, hug his cock 
as though to stop its leaving her vagina. But he pulled it out, almost all 
the way, and then slid it on in again causing her to slowly begin moving her 
lips in a gentle rhythm. 

"Ooooh, that's so good," she breathed. Pete plumbed her pussy a bit deeper 
and probed like an operating physician's hand in an open wound. 

"I'm going to take a long time fucking you," he told her. 

"Good. Take hours. Days." 

"I might," he grinned, jabbing her cunt for emphasis. Olive shuddered 
beneath him, a preliminary orgasm stiffening her body momentarily. 

"You do that," she moaned and settled back to be loved, fully and 
completely. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The two women were not satisfied. Jim had gotten his rocks off and lay like 
a limp dishrag on the sink while the two of them laughed and giggled 
together. His cock was a wad of flesh on his mat of pubic hair and he felt 
good. He was beginning to realize that his enjoyment of sex had always been 
a guilty thing-as if he had to conceal that enjoyment from everyone else, 
from Darlene. Now, he wasn't sure about anything, except that he had enjoyed 
himself and two women had seen that enjoyment. They were happy, too, he 
could tell. 

"How about some more, big boy?" asked Darlene, who was still as hot as a 
two-dollar bill on sale for a dime. 

"I-I don't know. There's not much left," he stuttered. 

"We'll take care of that, won't we, Bunny?" Darlene said. 

"As the boy rabbit said to the girl rabbit, 'it won't take long-did it?' " 
said Bunny, her eyes twinkling. 

"Jim, you have to fuck us both now," Darlene said, "so you'd better get your 
strength back and keep it back." 

"I-I need help," he volunteered. 

"We'll help you, honey," said Darlene, "won't we, Bunny?" 

"No problem," said Bunny, taking Jim's cock in her mouth once again. Jim 
shuddered as delight flooded his body. This time he felt more relaxed, more 
sure of himself. He knew that he didn't really have to do anything. That the 
two women, in their eagerness, would take him back up to the dizzying 
heights again. And, there was a certain fine thrill in the anticipation. 
What would they do to him this time? He was still awed by the spectacular 
finish of the first act of the morning. His stomach still quivered with 
butterflies thinking about that moment of climax and how both women had 
responded to his own sperm-gushing orgasm. 

And now it was about to happen again. Bunny's mouth on his limp cock was 
warm and wet. The whole wad of his lifeless cock was nestled in her mouth 
and she was moving it around like a gob of bubble gum. He lay back in 
peaceful contentedness knowing now that nature would take its course. He was 
sinking into lassitude when a startling new wrinkle jerked him back into 
full alert. 

Darlene's hand had done the trick. She had moved it under her husband's 
buttocks surreptitiously, then shot her finger between the cheeks, finding 
the anal opening. Jim's ass flew up in the air as her finger pushed on past 
the puckered hole and into the passageway. 

"Oh, my," he moaned. 

Darlene wriggled her finger inside his ass-hole. 

Jim wriggled his ass in reply. 

Bunny sucked his dead prick to life, hard life. 

The strangeness of Darlene's finger up his bunghole brought another kind of 
feeling to Jim. He felt that his wife truly loved him-for her to do such a 
thing. She had never done it to him before. Indeed, he would have grown 
angry had she attempted it. But now, with Bunny copping his joint, he felt 
that Darlene was adding to his enjoyment of the oral act. He loved her more 
than ever, then, and wished he had the courage to tell her so. But it 
wouldn't seem proper for him to say such a thing to his wife while another 
woman was making love to him in such an extraordinary way. 

Bunny was enjoying the suckling of Jim's cock. Darlene was making his ass 
bounce up and down like a ball and every time he came up, his slick, 
ever-hardening cock jammed deeper into Bunny's mouth. She delighted in the 
feeling of power his tumescence gave her. She thrilled that the cock was 
growing hard because of her and her mouth. She knew she was sucking him 
good. Her cheeks collapsed as she drew on his prick as though it were a 
thick-stemmed pipe. Her tongue was like an anteater's at a swarming anthill, 
flicking over his cock's head fast and hard. 

"Ooooh," Jim moaned, as eagerness for sex re-flooded him. 

"I want Jim to eat my pussy," Darlene exclaimed, after a few moments. 

Bunny broke her mouth's hold on his now-hard cock. "Okay, Jim," she said, 
"time for you to get to work, too." 

Darlene removed her finger from Jim's ass-hole. She straddled his face with 
her foaming pussy. The musk of it surrounded Jim's face like the hot dank 
air from a hothouse. He became slightly frightened until he felt Bunny's 
mouth close over his rigid erection once more. Darlene lowered her cunt onto 
Jim's face. He almost threw himself upward to escape the smothering, but 
held himself in check. 

"Oh, Jim, do it to me, please," begged Darlene. 

He couldn't say anything. She had lowered her nest onto his face and the 
musk was overpowering. But her words had served to reassure him and he was 
no longer in a blind state of panic. His claustrophobia gradually abated as 
Darlene rubbed her cunt back and forth over his nose. His nose creased her 
slick slit and he began to wrinkle it and push upward past her outer lips. 

"Oh, Jim, that feels good, baby. Don't stop. Stick your tongue in there, 
honey." 

Bunny made sucking sounds on his prick. She could look up from her position 
at Jim's crotch (she was facing Jim's crotch from below) and see Darlene 
scooting back and forth over her husband's face. She could see the underside 
of Jim's chin and his nose sliding along the damp cleft of Darlene's cunt. 
Seeing this added to her own juices now seeping from between her legs. She 
looked up and watched while licking the fluid off of Jim's cock-head as 
though working on an ice cream cone. 

Jim found himself eager to explore this aspect of lovemaking. He had always 
thought those jokes about cunt-lapping and cocksucking to be just 
that-jokes. Surely, he had thought, when he was a boy and later a young man, 
people didn't actually do those terrible things to each other. It was 
unthinkable. 

Now he knew different, but still that aversion to it had lingered and he had 
never "eaten pussy." But he was going to now. And the fact that it was a 
pussy that had been fucked by another man the night before made it even more 
desirable. He could imagine that big cock of Pete's in his wife's cunt and 
the thought made him burn with eroticism. 

The fact that Jim didn't understand why he was now so horny didn't detract 
from his determination to fully explore his new-found eroticism. He was 
discovering, for instance, that the smell of Darlene's steaming cunt was not 
unpleasant anymore. The musky headiness of the thick odor permeated his 
nostrils and stirred up long dormant animal feelings, rich veins of desire. 
And Darlene had told him to stick his tongue inside her sex organ. His nose 
was being rubbed in it, but now he brought out his tongue, gingerly at 
first, then, as though realizing he already knew explicitly what to do, he 
plied her slick lips with his tongue. 

Darlene shuddered and gushed with orgasm the moment his tongue touched the 
hard tiny tip of her clitoris. 

"Oh, Jim," she sighed, "that was just wonderful. Don't stop, baby. Just keep 
doing it to me." 

He was very pleased with himself. He knew that his wife had achieved orgasm. 
And it had taken so little effort on his part. He was fascinated by the 
whole thing. When she dropped her pussy back down onto his face, he pushed 
upward, delving inside her cunt with his tongue. He nuzzled his nose in the 
lower part of her slit and pushed over deeper with his mouth, sucking and 
tonguing in happy wonder. 

"That feels so goddamned good," Darlene told him. 

He pulled on the tip end of her clit with his suckling mouth. Darlene had 
her knees very wide apart and her pussy was wide open, the entrance to it 
like a giant cave with many fascinating things just inside. 

Bunny was taking her time and he was grateful for that. She licked up and 
down and all around on his cock. She rested every once in awhile and just 
stroked his balls, lifting them in her hand, weighing them, tweaking them as 
though they were little balls of soft dough for making cookies. When she 
sucked on him good he responded with a gentle coital rhythm that made Bunny 
hot. Her pussy was soaked and the sight of Darlene getting her pussy eaten 
made her desirous of Jim doing the same thing to her. 

She stopped sucking Jim's cock for a moment to tell Darlene this. 

"When you get tired of having his tongue in your pussy, Dar, how about 
letting this old woman get a little?" 

"Sure thing, Bunny," Darlene said giddily, her eyes glazed with desire. 
"Just let me get my rocks off a couple more times. This is the first time 
Kim's ever done anything like this to me, ya know." 

"Well, it's got me hot, watching you two," said Bunny. 

"In a little while, Bunny," Darlene said, her eyes rolling back in her head 
as Jim's tongue twanged her clit like a Jew's harp. 

"That feels so fucking good, Jim," she said, drawing out the vowels. 

"Ummmm," he said, pulling on her buttocks so that he could bury his tongue 
deeper inside her cunt. 

Bunny went back to copping his joint. In a moment or two, becoming too hot 
to stand it any longer, she got up from between Jim's legs and, her back to 
his face and Darlene's, she skewered herself on his rigid cock, sinking over 
it until it disappeared from sight. She let out a long low sigh as his 
hardness filled her. It was welcome relief to her, and she began sliding up 
and down on his slick prick with slow deliberation. Now Darlene was treated 
to a good view of the sex going on. She could see Jim's prick each time just 
before Bunny lowered herself on it, taking it up into her honey pot. 

It made Darlene hot and she came once again just as Jim's tongue electrified 
her clit for the dozenth time. 

"Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "You touched the magic button, Jim." 

Bunny shuddered as orgasm overtook her. She had her hands on Jim's thighs 
and didn't stop her screwing of him for more than a second or two. She was 
almost in a stupor from the hot flooding that the orgasm had brought to her 
being. Her flood drenched the flaring pink flesh of Jim's cock and it was 
all he could do to keep from boiling over his semen. But he was too busy 
eating his wife's pussy to fully appreciate the fine screwing that Bunny 
gave him at the other end of his person. 

"My God," exclaimed Bunny, "but that cock of his feels good! I came all over 
the place." 

Her passionate voice caused Darlene to experience a new electric thrill and 
she quickly followed her previous orgasm with another cunt-drenching climax. 
Jim held his tongue inside her as her pussy shook like St. Vitus' dance. He 
held her fulsome buttocks tightly and stretched his tongue to its limit 
against her spasmodically jerking clitoris. 

"Whee! I came too!" shrieked Darlene, even more tipsy from the giddiness 
brought on by the repeated orgasms. 

Jim began to feel that he was something of a superman. After all, he had two 
women going crazy over his body. And he was hardly doing anything at all. 
The feeling was good. It seemed to him that a great many past inhibitions 
were being washed away with every orgasm he and the two women were having. 
He felt as though he had been deprived of so many good things all his life. 
But he didn't feel self-pity-not now. Instead he felt like a young man, a 
man who had been kept in prison a long time and suddenly released. And now 
that he was lying on his back having sex with two women, one of them his 
wife, he thought that he understood something about what real passion was. 
Passion was something he had never had before-not to this degree, anyway. He 
thought he could understand a man like Pete Lonsdale, who lived every moment 
of life with he-man gusto, taking what he wanted and laughing at those who 
stood in his way. Pete Lonsdale, standing wide-legged over the world, like a 
hedonistic god-man, unafraid of anyone or anything. Jim's picture of Pete, 
exaggerated though it was, helped him to overcome a great many of his 
long-hidden fears now that he had, so it seemed, discovered that sex wasn't 
all duty and square attention to one's lawfully wedded wife. 

Before Jim could become too engrossed in his many and myriad private 
thoughts, Darlene gave him reason to come up abruptly. 

"I want to get on that cock, Bunny," she said, "I've been watching you screw 
that into you and it's got me all hot and bothered." 

Bunny turned around to her friend and smiled, still sliding up and down on 
Jim's spear as though she were on a fireman's pole. 

"Sure, sweetie," she said, "Let's swap positions. I'd like to have his 
tongue up inside me for awhile." 

Jim felt Darlene's cunt lift off his face and he gulped welcome air into his 
lungs. "Whew!" he said. 

"Having fun, honey?" his wife asked. 

"Uh huh," he said. "Real good fun." 

Darlene gave Bunny a pinch in the ass and shoved her off of her husband's 
slick cock. Bunny fell to one side and Darlene went down on Jim's cock, 
taking it into her mouth and giving it a playful bite. Jim brought his knees 
together involuntarily as he felt Darlene's teeth threaten his malehood. 

Darlene laughed. Bunny recovered and placed her soaked and dripping pussy 
over Jim's face. 

"I want you to give me that hot little tongue of yours, Jim baby," she said. 
"Shove it all the way up in there. Bite my clit until I come all over your 
nose!" 

Darlene spit out her husband's banana-shaped organ and skewered herself on 
the peg as Bunny had done. his cock slid into her, she gasped for breath. 
"Damn, but that feels good," she said, mainly to herself. "After that good 
tonguing it feels better than anything I could imagine." 

She moved her ass and pussy in such a way that she achieved maximum 
penetration and jammed his cock up hard against her arrow-like clitoris. The 
ecstasy that engulfed her was enough to bring on still another spontaneous 
orgasm, one that stung her body into a rapid fluttering as though it were a 
kite caught in a sudden crosswind. 

"Wow, Jim!" she said. "Something's sure as hell come over you. You've turned 
into a sex machine! Hear that, Bunny? My husband's turned into a sex 
machine!" 

As though to emphasize her statement, she ground her cunt down on her 
husband's sword and then swayed from side to side. In this way, his cock was 
touching everything that she liked to have touched inside her vulva. After 
doing this for a few moments, she began the pole-sliding technique that she 
had watched Bunny do and she felt increased thrills shoot through her pussy 
and body as his cock plied her innards like a heat-seeking missile. 

Bunny had her knees wide and her hole open. Jim noticed the difference in 
the musk smell. He became greatly excited at Bunny's smell because he knew 
his own was mingled with it. He knew that he had had his cock inside that 
same place but a few moments before and now his tongue was reaching in like 
a bear's to a honeycomb. He tried hard with Bunny because he wanted her to 
know that he was a real man and that he could make her happy. He stretched 
his tongue until it hurt and he found her clitoris and sucked on it and 
twanged it. e wanted her to be happier with him than she was with her 
husband. He wanted her to come and come and to beg for more. He wanted to 
fuck them both-for as long as he could last-and still have them want him 
more than any other man in the world. 

The two women needed no special urging from him. He more than satisfied 
those dripping cunts of theirs with his twin organs. Bunny watched Darlene 
slide up and down on Jim's pole and coupled with his tonguing, she shot 
orgasm after orgasm through her vulva. Darlene used Jim's knob like a 
bludgeon, flailing every erotic inch of her insides with his cudgel until 
she lost tract of the orgasms and their frequency. 

Jim needn't have worried. He satisfied both of them and himself as well. His 
wife even took his cock into her ass and that's when he came, ejaculating 
with such a force and fury that he experienced pain, delicious searing 
red-hot pain. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

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. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Cathy wished she hadn't seen her father and Olive together. But she had 
become worried and gone looking for Olive and that's when she had seen the 
two of them whispering on the boat deck. She had seen the intimate squeeze 
her father had given Olive and it had caused her stomach to fall as though 
she had been inside a plunging elevator that suddenly comes to a stop. 

Quickly she had run back to the adobe to wait for Olive, her mind seething 
with erotic thoughts. She didn't have to have a picture drawn for her to 
know what her father and Olive had been doing. 

And when Olive got back to the adobe, the full truth was plainly evident. 
Olive glowed from within. Her face was radiant. She had been loved, Cathy 
could see, and loved well. A strong twinge of jealousy took away her voice 
momentarily, choking her off. It was all she could do to keep herself from 
hitting Olive, pulling her hair, tearing her eyes out. 

Instead, Cathy glared at her friend, her eyes blazing. 

"What's the matter with you?" Olive asked, her throat tight, fearing the 
answer. 

"You know damn well what the matter is." 

"No-no I don't." 

"You stay away from my father! Hear? If you don't I-I'll tell my mom and 
your parents!" 

Olive flushed with shame. "How-how did you know?" she faltered. 

"I saw you, that's how." Cathy wasn't going to tell Olive that she had not 
seen everything. Best to let her think so, though. She stood there in the 
adobe, her legs, wide apart, her arms akimbo. 

"Good lord. Well, it was just something that happened, that's all," offered 
Olive. 

"Yeah? It better not happen anymore. You hear?" 

"But-but...." Olive began, then burst into tears. She sobbed out the whole 
thing, then. She even told Cathy how she was supposed to meet her father 
again that night on the Sea Stud. Cathy put her arms around her friend and 
consoled her, but her mind was racing with a scheme of her own. 

"Just promise me, Olive, that you'll never see my father-that way-again. 
Will you?" 

Olive nodded, wiping her tears away. 

"And-don't meet him tonight!" Cathy was firm in this command. 

"I-I won't," sobbed Olive, her shoulders shaking with emotion. 

"Then let's not talk about it anymore. We won't be on this island forever 
and maybe we can all forget some of this." 

As strong as Olive was, she was ashamed that Cathy knew about her affair 
with her father. She feared what her own father would do if he knew. Cathy 
held the power in her hands and Olive knew it. She was meek as a lamb under 
the pressure of Cathy's threats and she decided not to keep her appointment 
with Pete Lonsdale that evening. It would be a disappointment that she could 
bear much more easily than exposure of her actions that day. 

She was asleep that night, tired from a day of emotional peaks and valleys, 
when Cathy stole from the adobe and made her way through the heavy rains to 
the Sea Stud. Her whole body trembled with thought of what she planned to 
do. Her stomach seemed filled with a squiggly gelatin that wouldn't stay 
motionless. The hard sounds of the storm helped as she climbed onto the deck 
and tried to keep herself from running headlong back to the adobe and 
putting the thoughts she had in her head away forever. But she didn't run 
back. She stayed, slipping downstairs in the dark and finding the rumpled 
bunk where her father and Olive had made love that morning. 

The cabin reeked with the musk of their love-making. The aroma brought a 
stab of remembered pleasure to her loins and she quelled her desire to run 
before it was too late. What was she doing? she asked herself. Could this be 
her, waiting for her father to come to her? Her own boldness surprised her 
until she began to think of Olive. Olive had done it with her father and 
there was no reason why she shouldn't. She knew her parents were different 
from other parents, thought differently and acted differently. She had heard 
them talking several times. About their affairs, their escapades at the club 
in Riverside. 

Perhaps, she told herself, she inherited her desire for sex from her 
parents. Of course, that had to be it, else why would she be here, waiting 
for her own father to come and make love to her? Cathy felt a constriction 
inside her pussy as the thought of her father laying her filled her young 
mind. She put her hands on her breasts and felt their firmness. In the dark, 
she told herself, she could get by with it. She would undress and lie on the 
bunk, waiting for her father to come down the ladder, undress and put his 
naked body on top of hers. 

The storm seemed to abate, catch its breath. In the silence, Cathy sighed 
and began to undress, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. It was 
so quiet for several moments she almost put her clothes back on and left. 
She could hear her heart pounding and her breath came in huge gulps. Before 
she changed her mind, though, the wind rose up again and the rains drove 
against the hull of the Sea Stud with renewed energy. The return of the 
storm seemed to calm Cathy again, and she finished removing her bra and 
panties and stood in dark nakedness by the bunk. 

Could this really be herself? She was torn between hope and fear. She wanted 
it to happen. She wanted her father to come to her and take her. But she 
didn't want anyone else to know. She hoped that it could be her secret-hers 
and her father's. She rationalized that this would be possible. After all, 
he wouldn't want anyone else to know. 

Would he? When he found out it was she, his own daughter, waiting for him, 
would he be angry? She hoped not. She hoped he wouldn't find out that it was 
she, not Olive, who was lying in the bunk awaiting his love. She vowed not 
to let him know until the last possible moment. She would keep still even 
when he undressed and slid into the bunk with her. 

She did not have long to wait. Her heart leaped up into her throat as she 
heard the noise outside on the hull, then felt the yaw of the Sea Stud as 
someone came aboard. She heard the footsteps sloshing across the wet decks 
and the heavy breathing of a big man. Her naked body seemed to be suspended 
in space as she waited for him to open the hatch. She heard him pause at the 
door, then open it slowly. Fear filled her as she saw his dark silhouette 
begin to descend. 

"Olive?" he croaked, waiting at the second step. 

"Yes," she whispered, surprised at her boldness, surprised that she could 
find her voice at that time of fear and trembling. 

"God," he said. "I'm glad you're here." 

Cathy was silent and it seemed to her that her breathing could be heard for 
miles around. She was certain that it filled the below decks cabin of the 
Sea Stud. Her heart raced even faster and seemed to be protesting its prison 
in her breast, throbbing against it with a force she couldn't control. 

Pete descended the cabin's ladder and stood in darkness. He could just make 
out the form of the naked girl on the bed. He took a deep breath. He was 
glad that she was there, waiting for him; it renewed his faith in his 
manhood. He quelled an impulse to go to her now as she lay there in the 
shadows, her sex ready to take him in, her mouth moist and yielding, her 
legs supple and eager to respond to his weight. Instead, he stopped where he 
was and began removing his clothes. 

"I had a hell of a time getting away," he said. "Bunny was suspicious. But I 
told her I was going to see how things looked around the island and she 
bought it. They're all getting stoned anyway. They've got their own 
diversions, I guess." He finished with a laugh. 

Cathy was glad that he kept talking. At the mention of her mother's name she 
almost cried out, almost leaped up from the cot and ran up the ladder and 
out into the rain-swept night. But she didn't. She lay there, hoping he 
wouldn't know it was not Olive, hoping he wouldn't know until he had spread 
her legs and put that big hot cock of his inside her hoping pussy. The 
rustle of his clothing being removed from his body made the butterflies soar 
in flight inside her tummy. The sounds of his breathing made her heart thump 
fear warnings in her chest. 

But it was going to be all right, she told herself. He would not do anything 
to her if she showed him her love for him. If she showed him that she was as 
good at it as anyone else he would have to like what she was doing. He would 
have to love her for it. He just would. 

Pete threw down the last of his clothes and glided naked to the bunk. He 
couldn't see the girl's face as she lay there, only her legs, touchable 
shadows that lay atop the bunk. He felt them and his manhood began its 
ascent. 

"I'm glad you're here, Olive," he said. 

"Ummmm," Cathy said, her heart caught in her throat. 

"Do you want me as much as before?" he asked, slipping onto the bunk with 
her. 

"Unh, huh," Cathy murmured, wishing he wouldn't talk anymore. 

The touch of his body made her realize the full import of what she was 
doing. The bristly hairs of his legs touching hers were almost searing in 
their forbidden intensity. He lay on the outer edge of the bunk, forcing her 
deeper underneath and into the shadows. She was glad. If she kept him busy, 
she thought to herself, he would not discover the deception until it was too 
late, until he had violated her eager portals with his swollen cock. She 
gladly shrank against the bulkhead and let him come to her, his mouth open, 
his tongue ready. 

He kissed her and lit the fires in her loins. 

It felt as though his tongue had touched the deepest part of her vagina, 
striking flame from a hard cold flint. She nearly passed out from the 
sensation. Her head lightened and she became giddy, as though it had filled 
with helium and feathers. 

As he pressed his body against her breasts, the giddiness increased. She 
could feel his manhood stiffening between her legs, readying itself for the 
vital entrance. His cock leaked pre-coital fluid and left tracks on her 
thighs like hot morning dew. With a boldness that startled her, she reached 
down and took her father's organ in her hand wanting to feel its growth, to 
know its pleasurable size from her own kneading. 

Still Pete kissed, not suspecting it was his own daughter beside him as a 
lover. He thought only of Olive and his mind remained clouded with her as he 
felt the touch of his daughter's hand on his penis. He kept his eyes closed, 
thinking of Olive, and delighted to the gentle kneading of Cathy's fingers, 
causing him to grow. 

She began pulling on his organ, even though it had almost reached full size. 
She jerked on it gently as though trying to pull it inside her vagina. Her 
palm became smeared with the salty pre-coital juices and such a tenderness 
welled up inside her that she wanted to shriek to her father that it was 
she, Cathy, who had made him like this, who had brought his limp senseless 
pecker to life and was about To let it plunge into her young cunt. But she 
knew that it would be too soon, that her father would quickly lose his 
enthusiasm. No, she must wait. She must wait until the right moment, when he 
was happiest, just before orgasm, and then she could tell him. She would 
whisper it into his ear and then hold him inside her until he spilled his 
seed.... 

Pete's hand found Cathy's breast and he began to massage it as he kissed 
her. His touch brought surges of white hot electricity to Cathy's loins. She 
could feel her vagina contract and her stomach plunge like a berserk 
elevator only to soar again, full of fluttering butterflies. 

As though he could sense the change in her, Pete dropped his hand to Cathy's 
nest. He put it between her legs, up against her tangled nest. His hand 
could feel the warmth of her vagina. Gently he pushed her legs apart so that 
his hand had more room to move. His hand opened and a finger extended 
itself, found her pussy lips and parted them. His finger moved up and down 
the slit, bringing the moisture inside the vulva seeping forward, 
lubricating the outer labia. 

Cathy's loins seemed to have a mind of their own. When her father touched 
her vagina she felt her body begin to move in coital anticipation. She 
wanted him inside her, wanted all of that big hard cock of his inside the 
place where his hand and finger were. He was still smothering her with his 
kisses, but his finger was sliding up and down the labia like a spider 
spinning a web. 

She found herself becoming hot as though she had been injected with 
vitamins. Her whole body seemed to catch fire. Her vagina opened like a 
tropical flower to the nudging of his finger. After stroking her lips for 
while, Pete probed inside and found the tiny nub of her clitoris. Cathy's 
body jerked as though he had put a gun inside her and pulled the trigger. 
The electric response was so great that she almost cried out. 

She bit her lips until the blood came to stifle the ecstasy that she wanted 
to exclaim. She knew that he would instantly recognize her, though, so she 
resolved to guard against such an accidental disclosure. As his finger 
pushed on her clitoris she began to grind her hips in response. 

"You like that, eh?" he whispered. 

"Umm," she murmured, kissing him before he could say more. Her hand was busy 
pulling on his hard cock. 

"Do you want me now?" he asked, breaking the kiss again. He knew that he 
could not stand much more of her taffy pulling on his organ. 

"Um huh," she said, kissing him again, this time more passionately. 

"Man, you must really be hot tonight," he said. "You haven't said two 
words." 

"Unh, unh," she unh unh'd. 

Pete laughed. 

And then he was on top of her, spreading her legs with his knees, his cock 
poised to plunge just above her steaming nest. 

"I wish I could see your face when I give you this," he said. 

Cathy was silent, her heart pounding like nearby thunder. He mustn't 
discover who she was, not now, not yet. She lay there, waiting for him to 
put his hot cock inside her pussy, hoping for it, praying for it. Oh, 
please, she said to herself, let it happen. Let it happen before he finds 
out. I would die if he didn't do it to me now. I would just die. 

It seemed like an eternity before Pete lowered his cock to her pussy lips 
and the head of it touched the tender membrane. He slid the flared head of 
it up and down her slick slit and she pushed upward with her pussy to try 
and ensnare the mushroom head of it, to draw it inside and to hold it there 
in the steaming passage where her passion awaited his stroking. But he 
teased her for some moments more. 

The storm kept up its rain-spattering drive and enclosed the two with 
primitive sound. Cathy was glad for it, because she was sure her heavy 
breathing would give her away. She was happy for darkness, happy for the 
storm and happy that her father was posed above her, about to sink his 
swollen shaft into her pulsing vagina. She had her ass up over the bunk, 
pushing upward to receive him, hoping that he would let her have it before 
she screamed out to him that she couldn't stand it any longer. 

It finally came. 

Pete lowered himself and his cock slid in, found her tight little hole and 
poked through. It was easier than she expected. Once his organ filled her, 
touched the clit, then she knew what heaven was like. She came, all of a 
sudden, like a flash flood, delirious with happiness. She came, and tears 
streamed down her cheeks like tiny mountain rivers suddenly released in the 
spring thaw. 

She came, and pulled her father to her; letting him bury his manhood in her 
aching loins. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Cathy fought to keep from losing consciousness. He was in her! 

Her own father was in her and plunging deeper! 

The tears she shed were tears of pure joy. In all her darkest dreams she had 
never dared hope that such a wish would come true. Yet her body had taken 
fire from her father's hard driving prick; it was his that was inside her 
now, no other's, and she let the tears of gratitude flow from her eyes. Her 
arms around his back held him close and when he kissed her she wanted to 
tell him who she was. 

But not yet. 

She wanted to enjoy him to the fullest, first. This was the culmination of 
many erotic dreams she had had about her father. She could look back to 
those lonely nights in her bed when she had known her father was down the 
hall making love to her mother and she had lain there in the dark, 
masturbating, and wishing that her father would open her door, stride across 
the room and get under the covers with her. It had been only a dream, a 
continuous one since she had attained puberty, but now the dream was coming 
true. 

Every stab of his cock brought her to the verge of hysteria. But she 
controlled her rampant emotions, using her energy, instead, to move her hips 
and skewer herself on his lance. It seemed to her that he was tearing her 
open, ripping her flesh with the force of his thrusts. Every time he jabbed 
his swollen cudgel past her lips, he brought fire and pleasure to her vulva. 
Each time the head of his cock twanged her clit she gasped and dug her 
fingers into his back. She pushed upward with her juicy slit and the inner 
lips of her pussy clamped hard around his cock. She didn't want to miss a 
moment of him, an inch of his pleasure-bringing prick. Even though she felt 
she was being torn apart by the hugeness of his instrument, she wanted it 
so. She wanted him to split her in two with the vigor of his lovemaking. 

And she wanted to scream out to him that she was his daughter! It would have 
made sex with him all the more enjoyable if he knew. Not that the 
secretiveness now didn't add to her enjoyment. It did, but she couldn't help 
thinking how good it would be if her father would love her carnally all the 
time, come to her bed in the night with his swollen member ready to fill her 
cunt with passion and electricity. 

Pete noticed the difference in fucking Cathy, but he thought that it was 
only because he had made such an impression on Olive that afternoon that she 
had become more passionate. It seemed to him that he was entering a virgin 
and the thought gave him pleasure many times greater than the afternoon. 
Even in the pitch dark of the cabin, though, he thought he noticed a 
remarkable resemblance to his own daughter. But he thought that it was just 
wishful thinking all over again. And he succumbed to that again. He thought 
of his daughter Cathy and the resemblance became even more marked. 

But he was too busy enjoying himself to pursue the matter to its logical 
conclusion: that the resemblance could mean that he was, in fact, fucking 
his own daughter. It was too far-fetched, though, too far out in the realm 
of impossibility for him to consider. It was Olive he was balling and that 
was that. 

He was conscious of the tightness of her young pussy. And her passion made 
it clamp on to him so that the sensation was drastically heightened. Each 
time his wet penis slid deep into her he could feel the contraction of her 
muscles. He paced himself, withdrew when necessary, so that he didn't spill 
all of his seed into her the first time he plunged home. Her pussy seemed to 
suck him inside itself; it was almost as if all he had to do was put the 
head of it near the entrance and her mobile cunt would do the rest. Her 
viable organ was a pleasure to fuck, like settling in an easy chair after a 
hard day with a pipe and a drink. 

Cathy kept her peace while her father plowed her fertile field. Every stroke 
of his cock brought her to the edge of faintness. She could feel her own 
pussy pulling his organ inside it, grasping, sucking, tightening down on 
him. It was almost as though it had a mind of its own. When he plunged his 
cock especially deep, she could feel her cunt expand despite its smallness 
and tightness. It seemed to her that his organ must be touching every square 
inch of flesh inside her soaked cunt. Every throbbing slither of his prick 
brought electric lights and colored stabs of sensation to her pussy. In the 
dark she could see bright rainbows and golden auroras whenever he shoved his 
hot cock to its limit. Her pussy seemed to throb and pulse with his presence 
as though he had plugged her in to some mysterious power source. She began 
rubbing her hands up and down her father's back, wanting to scream out that 
she loved him, that she was his daughter who had wanted him for so long. 

Her hips began to buck upward with the coital rhythm set up by Pete's 
plunging prick. She found an abandon in lovemaking that made it all seem 
dream-like. She felt that she was moving her body in super-slow motion and 
that his cock was at least two feet long. Her father was putting it in so 
slow and so deep. The two of them had found their own meter and were rising 
and falling with each other like lovers riding a gentle ocean swell. She 
could feel her pussy oozing hot fluids with every stroke of his giant 
piston. She rocked with her hips, but she also began clamping and 
un-clamping her legs, ever so slightly, but enough to make her pussy even 
more alive. 

The effect on Pete was ecstatic. Her red-tunneled cunt seemed to be like a 
hand clasping and unclasping over his prick. Every squeeze of that hot 
little pie brought him to the brink of orgasm, to the edge of rocket 
explosion. The rhythm they had set up was self-protecting, however. Each 
time he would feel like it might be over for them, he would reach the top of 
a swell, crest it outside in the cooling air and when his passion had 
partially subsided, he'd plunge down into the pulsing squeezing depths of 
her pussy again. 

"Olive, dearest," he whispered, "this is the best ever. The best I've ever 
had." 

"Mmmmm," Cathy murmured. 

"You're really caught up in it, aren't you?" he asked, wondering why she 
didn't speak. 

"Unh huh," Cathy gasped. 

Her heart was pounding with the exquisite thrill of his words. He had told 
her that she was the best. The best! Better even than her mother! She had 
never expected anything like this! Not that she was competing, she told 
herself, but she was younger. She was prettier. And her father had said that 
this was the best he had ever had. She wanted to shout out in the dark of 
the cabin that she was his daughter. She wanted to scream, "Fuck me, fuck 
me, daddy!" and then hold his cock inside her until it spilled over with 
fresh hot seed. 

She successfully stifled her wild impulses, however, and kept up the new 
rhythmic fuck-time they had found. But it nearly broke "her heart that she 
couldn't tell her father how much she loved him, right now, as he lay on her 
soft body stroking her cunt with his huge swollen cock. 

Pete was too caught up with his own good feelings to realize that he was 
mounting his own daughter. He had felt this way while balling Olive anyway 
and the last image he had was of Olive's face. Otherwise he might have 
understood that this was not Olive beneath him, but Cathy, his daughter. 

He found his thoughts intermingling. Part of them concerned Cathy, part 
concerned Olive. He tried to envision the young pussy he was pronging. He 
exulted in the way it held his cock firmly, yet seemed to be enlarging as if 
to pull him deeper into its warming depths. 

Once or twice, his cock brought a stab of pain to Cathy's pussy. Rather than 
resent it, however, she enjoyed it. She almost gave a cry of pain once when 
he rammed forward to jab painfully against the blunt, solid end of her 
cervix. She flung her legs wide to alleviate the hurt, her toes curling and 
digging into the mattress. 

Pete's hands slipped down under the rounded melons of her buttocks, raising 
them while at the same time he strained his cock into her with all the power 
of his hips and thighs that he could muster. 

Cathy moaned incoherently with the delicious pleasure this brought to her. 
She wound her warm and smooth young legs around his hips as he thrust ever 
deeper into her cunt. The smooth, velvet folds of her soaked vagina held 
him, squeezing tightly around his rigid shaft, until she could feel every 
inch of tight skin on his stiff and pulsing prick. She surrendered totally 
to the lure of flesh, their separate organs now fused into a single 
instrument of madness and pleasure. She reveled in the titanic feelings of 
lust her father brought to her loins. She screwed her grinding buttocks up 
tight against his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of 
his balls pressed hard into the wet, widestretched crevice just below her 
throbbing vagina. The soft, hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the 
sensitive outer rings of her tiny naked anus, sending hot shivers of lusty 
delight pouring through her butterfly-fluttering nerve ends. 

She no longer cared what she said or did. Her father's cock inside her was 
too much. It released passions in her that she didn't know she possessed. 
She didn't care about tomorrow or the next day or the next year. Only now 
was important. Only now was real. Now was her father skewering her eager 
body on his cunt-greased lance, pounding it into her as she bucked like a 
madwoman beneath him. 

She gave herself up to the driving sex of her father without serious thought 
of any consequences here, now or ever. There was nothing else in the entire 
universe for Cathy except this: the pure electricity of her father's cock 
driving into her love tunnel; the sheer ecstasy of his cock prodding her 
cunt to a flaring eagerness. It seemed to her that her red hole opened up 
and became a cauldron of lust made only to receive that fatness and hardness 
that was his bucking cock. There was nothing for her but that deep dark hole 
of flesh and lust, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against 
crotch, organ meeting organ. 

And finally, she could contain her silence no longer. So intense was her 
passion that she couldn't help herself, couldn't stay the explosion that had 
been fomenting beneath the surface of her lusty expression of body. 

"Oh, my God, fuck me hard, daddy, fuck me hard, give it to meeee!" she 
shrieked. 

Orgasm began to overtake her and her body became something animal and 
possessed. She was no longer rational or human as she twisted and contorted 
her body, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her 
shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like some wild centaur 
with the heels of her feet digging into his tense and driving buttocks. 

"Give me all your fuck, daddy!" she screamed into the silence of the cabin 
darkness. 

Then the flashes of light, the bright rainbows, the exploding Roman candles, 
the cascading aurora borealis's as the shudder of orgasm electrified her 
body and paralyzed her brain. 

The glory of it all was that her father increased his pumping and held her 
tightly in his arms as his own orgasm turned him into a dancing marionette. 

"Oh, Cathy, Jesus, is it you?" 

"Yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned, "it's me." 

"I can't believe it," he gasped, holding her tightly to him. 

His sperm splashed against the walls of her cervix and he felt the 
contractions of his daughter's pussy. 

"Give it all to me," Cathy whispered into her father's ear. 

Pete closed his eyes and shot the last of his milk into her. He didn't trust 
himself to speak for a long moment. 

Then he opened his eyes slowly and reached for the bunk lamp switch. He 
clicked it on and the dim light lit up the features of his daughter, Cathy. 

Pete gulped. The air seemed to leave his lungs of its own volition. "Oh, 
Christ," he muttered finally. 

Cathy began to weep. 

"Don't cry," he husked. "You'll just make it more complicated." 

She looked up at him, her eyes large and wet, like a hurt spaniel's. 

"Are you mad, daddy?" she asked in a tiny voice. 

Pete shuddered. "Stunned would be a better word," he said. "This is hardly 
real. It's-it's like something out of a dream." 

"I-I couldn't help myself," she said. 

"But-then you know about Olive," he offered. 

"Yes." 

"And you did this?" 

"Yes," she said in a soft, almost inaudible, voice. "Why?" 

"Because-because I wanted you," she said, breaking into sobs again. 

Pete lay beside her and held her in his arms. She was his daughter, not his 
lover, once again. 

"Damn-I have to think," he said, more to himself than to her. 

Cathy was silent, her heart pounding like a muffled savage drum. 

It was quiet in the cabin for a long while. Finally, Pete reached up and 
turned out the lamp, plunging the cabin into darkness again. 

"Well, we can't tell anyone about this," he said, after what seemed like an 
eternity to Cathy. 

"No. I know," she said. 

"Especially not your mother." 

"No. Especially not her." 

"Jesus!" 

"Daddy?" 

"Yes?" 

"Was-was it good to you." 

"Goddamn, Cathy. Why did you have to ask me that? Goddamn." 

"I-I'm sorry." 

"Yes. Yes it was good. The best I ever had." 

He took her in his arms again. Tears of relief flooded down Cathy's cheeks 
as she felt his warm chest enclosing her in the womb of the bunk. 

Then she felt his mouth on her breasts. They hardened like roasted kernels 
of corn. Her pussy twitched like an animal's sniffing out nourishment. 

His hand found her matted hairs, his come drying in them like paste. His 
finger went gently inside her eager cunt. 

She reached down and found his limp cock, took it, and began to massage it 
tenderly. 

"I want you again, Cathy," he breathed. "One more time." 

"Oh, thank you, daddy," she sighed, squeezing his stiffening organ in her 
hand. 

It grew hard very quickly. She was afraid to ask him if this would be the 
last time they made love together. She didn't want it to end, ever. 

In a moment, his organ was a rigid stalk once more, its hole seeping 
pre-coital fluid. She tried to pull it over to her pussy to replace his 
hand. 

Pete mounted his daughter and she guided his cock to the font where her sex 
bubbled like a magic spring. He penetrated her very slowly, enjoying every 
exquisite second of the coupling. He felt his daughter's body shudder as he 
touched the tiny bud of her clitoris, heard her gasp as he sank his shaft 
clear to the scrotum. 

"Oh, daddy," she breathed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 

Pete had to fight hard to keep from shooting his wad into her right then. 

She rocked with her legs going up and down and their fucking began again, 
the sweeter this time because both of them knew what they were doing to each 
other. Pete said over and over to himself that it was the best sex he had 
ever had. 

Cathy held her father close to her and kept his cock buried in her pussy as 
deep as it would go. 

They never knew what time the storm ceased to exist. They had their own 
dreams coming to life, filling their minds with iridescent colors and gilded 
shooting stars. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

The storm whimpered to its death like a puppy kicked across a deserted 
street. 

It was still overcast outside, but a strange calm settled over the island 
and its inhabitants slept in their various places until a gray dawn greeted 
the sober ones. Olive sat up and looked at the empty sleeping bag next to 
her, her brow wrinkled in thought. Bunny untangled herself from Jim's and 
Darlene's legs and got dressed slowly from habit. Darlene blinked and rubbed 
her eyes, feeling her head gingerly. Jim grunted and lay like a stone, his 
eyes open, trying to discern his surroundings. 

Pete and his hawk-breasted daughter lay asleep in the bunk, unaware that 
they would be missed before breakfast. 

Bunny became suspicious after talking to Olive. A cold fear gripped her as 
she searched the other abandoned adobes and finding nothing, began walking 
towards the Sea Stud. 

There was a calm to the sea that belied the fury of the days before. The 
tide was coming in and the Stud rocked gently as water began to find its 
hull. Bunny's heart set up such a pounding that she thought it surely would 
break through her chest. Her throat constricted and went dry as though she 
had tried to swallow a mouthful of dust. She didn't want to confirm what was 
in her mind. She didn't want to see what she was walking across the barren 
bleak beach to see. 

Pete heard the footsteps first. He shook sleep from his eyes and listened; 
on guard. 

The cabin door opened and he saw Bunny's legs descending the ladder. It was 
too late to do anything. He lay there naked as sin. He looked to see his 
daughter next to him. His mouth opened in surprise, his jaw hung slack. 

Cathy wasn't there! 

He let out an audible sigh of relief just as his wife came fully into view. 

"Well, my fine cock," exclaimed Bunny, "just what in hell are you doing here 
naked as a jaybird?" 

Pete laughed. "I-I must have dozed off," he said, quickly glancing around 
the cabin to see if his daughter were indeed gone. She was. 

"Yeah, but who was here with you?" Bunny asked suspiciously. 

"Hey, why the third degree?" 

Bunny looked around the cabin suspiciously, her nose wrinkling as if to 
sniff out the spoor of her husband's visitor. 

"Because I couldn't find you or Cathy anywhere this morning," she said. 

"Oh." Pete let out a long sigh. 

"So? Was Cathy here with you?" She was almost in tears. 

Pete looked' at her a long time. "The storm's over," he said, noticing how 
calm it was and quiet. 

"You didn't answer my question." 

"Do you want me to answer it?" His voice was soft. 

Bunny broke into sobs then. 

Pete got off the bunk and went to her. He took her in his arms. Her body 
shook with the force of her sobbing. Pete held her tightly and gradually her 
sobs subsided. He kissed her on the cheek and she looked up at him. 

"Oh, Pete, let's go home," she said. 

"Yes, Bunny. Let's go home." 

He dressed and they left the boat after he .made sure the anchor was secure. 

"We'll have to get moving. That tide's coming in pretty strong." 

"Good, This crummy island is too damned primitive," said Bunny. 

"Yes," agreed Pete. "It's very primitive." 

Cathy had awakened and was horrified to see that it was almost dawn. She had 
managed to get out of the bunk without awakening her father, dress, and go 
back to the clearing. From a clump of bushes she had seen her mother 
searching for her. She had waited until she saw her mother go towards the 
boat, then dashed to the adobe where Olive was. 

"Boy, are you in trouble!" Olive told her. "Why?" Cathy asked innocently. 
"Your old lady was looking all over for you." 

"So? She'll find me when the time comes." 

"I know what you did," said Olive ominously. "You do?" 

"Yes. I guess there's nothing I can say. I wish I could do it with my 
father. Did-did he get mad?" 

"No," said Cathy. "He didn't get mad." 

"Man, that's wild." 

"Let's not talk about it." 

"Okay. You're right. We each have our own memories, I guess," said Olive 
looking wistfully out the window. 

"Yes, Olive, that's right. We each have our own thing." Cathy felt a twinge 
in her cunt just thinking about it. 

Jim and Darlene were dressed and drinking coffee by the time that Bunny and 
Pete arrived back at the adobe. They seemed to be looking at each other with 
different eyes. Pete thought they looked like a couple of people in love-for 
the first time. 

"Well, you ready to go back?" Pete said to them. 

"Anytime you are," said Jim cheerily. "You bet," agreed Darlene. 

"Well, give us a shot of coffee and we'll get loaded right away. The boat's 
fine and the sea's calm." 

They all laughed and Darlene gave Pete a wink. He winked back. 

The Sea Stud was loaded by ten o'clock and the hull leaks repaired by 
eleven. At half past, the island began to diminish in size as the boat and 
the six people pulled away from it. Each of them stood looking at the 
island, wrapped in his own thoughts. Soon, it disappeared over the horizon 
and they met with blue sky and water heading back to San Felipe. Pete stood 
on the flying bridge alone until Bunny came up and put her arm inside of 
his. 

"Hi there," she said. 

"Ahoy, sweetheart." 

"Pete?" 

"Yes?" 

"There's something I want to say to you." 

"Go ahead, Bun, but be careful you don't dredge up something better left 
undredged." 

"I know. No, I won't. It's about us, though, you and me and Cathy." 

"Okay," he said. 

"Well, I've been thinking. She's a young girl and looks up to you. I don't 
know what happened, but I've noticed she looks at you differently today. And 
I remember you always talked about incest." 

"Yes, I said it was natural in all of the animal kingdom. As a form of 
training and emulation. Man has formed some pretty strange taboos about it." 

"Right. Well, I think you may be right. I know I don't have the awful 
feeling about it that I thought I'd have. Is that good?" 

Pete turned to look at her. He gave her a kiss. "You're damned right that's 
good," he grinned 

"Hey you two up there!" shouted Darlene from below. "What's going on?" 

"None of your business," said Bunny good naturedly. 

Darlene made her thumb and forefinger into an "O." 

Then she turned to her husband. "Jim, those two taught both of us a hell of 
a lot." 

He pulled her to him, his arm around her waist. "I know," he said. "I'm 
grateful." 

"You want to go downstairs?" she teased. 

"You mean below. Hell yes!" His face was beaming. 

Cathy and Olive watched Darlene and Jim go down in the cabin. "I bet I know 
what they're going to do," said Olive. 

"Yes, and don't you wish you were down there with them," said Cathy. 

"Boy, you sure got wise in a hurry." 

"Yes," sighed Cathy, "I sure did, didn't I?" 

The Sea Stud made its way slowly over the gentle waves, unhurried, like 
something sure of itself and older, wiser, like the masked sea it rode. 


THE END
