"Pete, you don't know what you're doing to me." she breathed.
"Oh yes I do," he said softly in her ear.
"Can they see?"
"I doubt it. Bunny's talking to Jim and she knows what I'm up to."
"She does'?" Darlene was incredulous.
"Sure. We talked it over. She knows I want you.”
`And?"
"And everything will work out. She'll take Jim."
"Oh wow," said Darlene, "you mean we're going to change off, me and you, Bunny and Jim? I don't know what to say… I've heard of such things."
"Well, such things are about to happen. Relax, will you?" He kneaded her breasts in his palms and Darlene wiggled her ass against his hardening cock.
"Well, you're making me all hot and bothered," she said.
"Good," he said. "Just remember that tonight back at the motel." They were all staying at the El Cortez in San Felipe in three cabins, the way Pete had planned it. The two girls in one, Jim and Darlene in another and he and Bunny next door to them.
"I will," she said, "but seriously, you'd better stop that or I'll turn around and make you do it to me right now."
Pete laughed and took his hands away from her breasts.
"Whew!" he said, "you're some woman, Darlene. I'm about to rip my pants all to hell!"
Darlene laughed and their mingled laughter floated down below to Bunny and Jim.
"What're you two doing up there?" Jim asked, his speech slurring even more.
"Steering the ship!" Darlene answered.
"Well, steer a good course," he said and Pete and Darlene laughed again.
"We sure as hell will!" Pete shouted down.
He looked at the sky again and suddenly his face clouded up.
In front of the low elephantine clouds hung low in the afternoon sky. As Pete watched they seemed to dip lower and move closer. He looked around on all sides and saw that some of the sky was clear but very little of it. The sun, he knew, would soon be blocked from view.
"Looks sure as hell like a storm," he muttered more to himself than to Darlene.
"Does it?" she asked dumbly.
"Let's go below and turn on the ship-to-shore radio," he said.
Darlene nodded and he set the throttles. Darlene went down the ladder first and Pete followed then went into the cabin, past the two girls playing cards. Darlene stayed on deck with her husband and Bunny.
Pete turned on the Hallicrafter and it crackled into life.
"What's up, Pete?" Bunny called to him.
"Take a look at that goddamned sky!" he yelled. Pete heard the sputtering voices in Spanish talking back and forth. He identified them as part of the fishing fleet out of San Felipe. He listened and his face grew lined with concern. He looked down at his dials. They had been making good time out to the gulf and if he hadn't been paying all that attention to Darlene they wouldn't be this far out. He pulled back on the throttles and spun the wheel. The Reibowitz sank back on its haunches and arced in a wide starboard turn.
"Oh, are we going back so soon?" Darlene asked.
"Yeah," Pete said, tersely. "Storm warnings are up all along the gulf and on the other side of Baja."
Bunny left her seat and came in the cabin where Pete stood looking out at the water. The sea suddenly turned angry, whitecaps appeared, and they could feel the waves pounding against the turning hull.
"Bad?" she asked her husband.
"Bad enough. We'll be feeling wind in a minute or two. Look at those whitecaps. The Mexicans at San Felipe sounded scared as hell."
"Can we make it back to the El Cortez?" she asked.
"Hell, I don't know. It's a long way from here. It would take full speed steaming to make it back after dark."
"I'll make some sandwiches," Bunny said.
"Swell," said Pete. "I'm glad we stocked up the Stud for a long haul, just in case."
"Why?"
"Because I know damn well we're not going to make it back to San Felipe." He was listening to the radio talk in Spanish. "The Mexicans are saying that the storm has already hit them and is moving out our way. We've had it."
"What can we do?"
Pete looked at her and at the compass. He opened the box with the maps and charts and dug out several rolled-up ones.
"Hold the wheel steady on this course," he told his wife. He unfurled the papers and scanned them. "There, by God," he said after a moment.
"What is it, Pete?"
"There's an island near us that I remembered from before. A few Mexicans used to live there, then left. We used to stop there and hunt sea ducks after the war. Sonofabitch!"
He took the wheel from his wife and changed course. Fifteen minutes later the storm struck them with full fury and the six of them huddled in the cabin soaked to the skin. The Sea Stud tossed and floundered as it made its way laboriously to the island where Pete hoped they would be able to take shelter. Jim Baker was drunk enough so that he didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. Darlene hung on to Pete and looked at him every once in awhile. Bunny watched after Jim and the two girls were below in the sleeping quarters telling each other scary stories.
Darlene took reassurance from Pete, whose eyes showed no fear. On the contrary, she thought, they showed what she had seen on the flying bridge a half an hour before – a lustful shine that proclaimed that he wanted her and meant to have her.
In a while, Pete thought he could just make out the darker outlines of the island in the storm. He gave Darlene's hand a squeeze and gave her that look again.
CHAPTER TWO
Bunny's body writhed in total abandonment to the ecstasy that coursed through her veins. She felt the hot shaft of the slender man driving into her cunt and the fat boy's finger in her asshole nearly touching the slender man's cock. The third man was sucking her breasts with murderous expertise. And all the while she was screaming to them, "Just don't stop, you fuckers, don't stop! I'm coming all over the place!"
The darkly lit room was lined from wall to wall with small white sheeted mattresses and while Bunny was taking on her trio of lovers, Pete lay on another mattress with Jean, one of the Casa de Eros' hostesses, his cock exploring her vagina from lips to the womb tip. It was early in the evening and these were the only people in the "bedroom," although in the other rooms of the Casa de Eros other such scenes were taking place.
The slender man whose name was Harry told the fat man, Dale, to lift up on Bunny's ass so he could go deeper. He had a long cock and it sliced expertly into Bunny's spread lips touching her clitoris as it banged on, in and out, in measured rhythm. Dale had his finger buried in Bunny's asshole deep enough so that he could feel Harry's cock going in her pussy. The third man, Willie, kept sucking at her breast, while she jacked him off slowly, with one hand.
"Fuck me, Harry," Bunny said. "You're touching everything with that big cock of yours."
"You got a real good pussy, Bunny," he told her, arching his lank frame over her. In the silence of their corner of the room the sucking sound of his penis pulling in and out contrasted with the slapping of Pete's flesh against Jean's.
Jean had her legs up and pulled back so that her pussy was perpendicular to the mattress. Pete was hunched up on his knees so that his cock buried itself to the scrotum with every movement forward. He had Jean's head against the wall and the hot warmth of her pussy was spilling out between the lips. She still had on the flimsy shell dress of silk that she wore around the club. It was up over her breasts now and her cunt was moving in counterthrusts to Pete's jabbing cock. Her cunt was always ready for any of the members. She never wore panties and she always wore a mini-dress that members were allowed to lift when they wished, for inspection or for fondling.
The Casa de Eros was what it said it was and Pete and Bunny were almost charter members. They had joined shortly after it had begun operations in Reche Canyon, near Colton in Riverside County. The Casa de Eros was legally set up for swinging couples, but allowed singles in too. If you were married, your wife had to become a member or sign a release. Pete knew that a lot of members were married but lied about their status so their wives wouldn't object. At any rate, married or single, it was a sweet and well-thought-out set-up.