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.