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.
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.