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 blasй 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 grey 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 blond 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?"