Frank Anvic - Swap island

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.

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.