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?"
"Okay," she said, throwing him a kiss.
Pete gave her a wink and went outside into a calm grey 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 fibreglass 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.