"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 blond 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.