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 asshole. 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, s1ackened 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 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.