The Summer of Last Resort (22 page)

She felt lips on hers, and smelled the hot musky scent of a man, and knew it was her youth. He took her quickly and lifted her hips and placed her on the pillows in the center of the room, and then Sandy felt the hot spotlight burning down on her.  The dark woman’s head was near hers, just out of the light. Sandy felt the young man’s lips on her nipples and stomach, his hands caressing her entire body, stoking the fires of passion within.

“You need to please him,” the dark woman whispered as he nibbled her ear.

“Who?”

“The Sheikh. Who else?”

“No!!”

“You’ll do it if you want to live.”

Sandy felt her head spin as the young man caressed and stroked her. She felt his hot breath on her neck, his tender kisses on her throat, his strong arms holding her, lifting her, loving her. She slowly let her hands go down over her sex, stroking herself sensually in the bright spotlight. A pounding bass beat started, and she began to rock her hips in rhythm to it, letting her inhibitions fall away with the naked, raw power of erotic lust which permeated the very air of that dark, cavernous cabin.

“That’s it,” the dark woman said. “Keep going.”

Sandy’s hands explored her thighs, her ass, and breasts as she gyrated to the music. Then she reached over and stroked the young man’s turgid member while the dark woman hovered over her. Sandy suddenly realized that one of the big men had mounted the dark woman from behind and been fucking her for some time, and that off in another part of the room the Asian woman was also riding her stallion.

The youth came over and knelt over Sandy and in one swift movement his palm was pressed against her mound and then she felt his warm fingers insider her. Sandy was embarrassed and frightened to be handled so openly, in front of all these people, but also intensely aroused. He smelled of man sweat, musk, and sex. In the darkness she could still make out his deep brown eyes, his pupils dilated with arousal, his gaze intent on her body. Sandy eagerly took his turgid member in her mouth and sucked him long and deep, deeper than any man she’d ever taken before, in spite of his impressive size.

Then he turned around, his back to her, and she felt his strong arms under her rump, lifting her, then he was pulling her sex to his mouth, pressing her flower open with his lips and tongue until he landed on her now swollen little love bud. Sandy groaned with pleasure as his hands spread her wider and he began to lose himself within her sex. She realized then that her eyes had been shut, and she opened them and saw the dark woman above her, next to the youth, rocking to her own man's vigorous ministrations. “What’s your name?” she whispered.

“Sandy”

“Sandy. You can call me Jane,” the dark woman said as her man reached around and toyed with her large, round, black breasts.

Her young man’s mouth reminded Sandy of how good Keith had felt, and now she felt so sorry for having done what she did. The dark woman pressed her man back and turned to kiss Sandy.

“That’s not your real name,” Sandy said, then groaned a little as the young man’s tongue explored her more deeply.

“Where are you from – I mean what agency?” the dark woman

whispered as Sandy's youth shifted position slightly and his cock brushed over the dark woman's face. She leaned over and gently licked Sandy’s young man’s thick shaft.

“Hey, get your own,” Sandy joked, “What do you mean, agency?”

“Come on, I know your some sort of spy, or spook. The gangs would never send a white chick.”

Sandy felt it hard to concentrate as the young man held her ass up, she felt herself starting to rock in rhythm with his strong hands. Somehow the two men began taking up the same rhythm and Sandy felt the dark woman rocking in time with her man’s vigorous thrusts.

“God, this guy is pounding me hard. He’s gotta learn to take it easy on a lady,” the dark woman muttered, then continued. “Look, they brought you in on a prison flight. In one day you managed to sneak out here, undetected, and get within striking distance of this whole operation. You’re either a superspy or super-dumb.”

Sandy felt herself starting to succumb to the young man’s ministrations. He slipped one finger down and pressed it into her anus and gently stroked her while entering her with his mouth. The black woman saw that Sandy was losing it and so she pulled her close and whispered in Sandy’s ear, “OK, just let it go, baby, just let it go.”

Sandy heard a voice cry out as her orgasm flooded over her body, and then realized it was her. Her hands went down to the young man’s head and tousled his hair as the waves of passion radiated from her nether regions and crashed over her, wave after wave, but he, sensing her climax, held her, waiting, panting for more.
God, no man has brought be so far so fast,
Sandy thought,
except maybe Keith - is this boy going to ruin me for everyone?
Sandy whimpered a bit as her young man pulled his mouth away; she tried to push against him but he was already holding back, waiting, controlling her.

“OK,” the dark woman continued, “Where are you from?”

Sandy’s young man got up and turned around, then lifted her and bent his head down as if to kiss her, but the black woman shoved his head away. Sandy felt his hand guiding his thick, hot cock over her entrance and he held himself there and then, in one smooth, slow motion, he pressed all the way in.

“Santa….Fe….Oh, God!” Sandy whispered as she was filled by his love muscle.

“What the hell?”

“I’m…I’m a detective.”  Sandy panted between strokes, “Criminal Investigation…” Her body somehow accommodated her young man, and he held her tight, his member throbbing deep within her body, eager to spill its seed into her fertile valley. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out and Sandy could feel her lips grasping the head of his shaft as if to prevent him from going.

The dark woman’s man pulled her back and then Sandy’s young man was lifting her, his lips were hot against hers, kissing her deeply. She couldn’t help but put her hands on his tight, young ass, and pull him to her, caressing him as his strong thighs pressed against hers. She pulled him tight, thinking of Jake, and then Keith… Keith, who she’d barely met, but felt that she knew him from the diaries. She hated him, but loved what he could do to her. Her young man was now throbbing inside her, and he pulled out and toyed with Sandy’s sex with the base of his shaft.

The dark woman re-appeared and whispered into Sandy's ear.

“What do you mean, detective?”

“Santa Fe… police investigation…” Sandy panted.  “There were these kids, mixed up… in a murder… Club Maximo … crazy sex….”

“What do you… mean?” the dark woman was hovering over her now, and Sandy could see that she was ready, but trying to be tough, but she was so ready. She was on her hands and knees and her man was now taking her from behind.

“Your turn now,” Sandy whispered, but the dark woman shook her head. Her face was inches from Sandy’s, and they looked into each other’s eyes, and Sandy could see that ‘Jane’ was about to climax in spite of herself.  “It’s OK,” Sandy whispered, “just let yourself go.”  The dark woman closed her eyes to concentrate.

“Open your eyes,” Sandy said.

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?” Sandy said.

“Why should I?”

“Because I have nothing to lose,” Sandy whispered.

“I’ve never... let anyone look in my eyes when I do this.”

Sandy watched the dark woman intently. Sandy felt her own climax building again, deep within as her young man resumed his vigorous thrusting. God, how can they keep it up, Sandy thought to herself. I guess that’s why they’re the 0.1%.  She reached out and held the black woman’s head as she did, and they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Oh, Keith” the dark woman whispered.

“Keith?” Sandy whispered back.

“Yes,”  she responded.

“Yes” Sandy acknowledged and suddenly it was too much for the dark woman and she gasped, and Sandy knew that she was climaxing on her man, who started to grunt and groan, and then Sandy felt her young man's body tense, every muscle in him quivering and then suddenly she was filled with his heat as he exploded within her.

“He’s coming in me!” Sandy gasped.

“So’s mine” the dark woman confirmed, and then Sandy felt herself climaxing again as his mighty member throbbed inside her as he again deposited his hot, young seed, grunting with primal pleasure, and then another, and another, so intense that she could no longer tell where his body ended and hers began.

“OK, now get it together,” the dark woman whispered more seriously. “I want you to suck off your guy while I do the Sheikh, and as soon as he’s done, follow me exactly.”

“What? My guy just came.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she whispered, and then she rose up and motioned for the Sheikh, who padded over, his slender shaft already hard in his hands.

“Sandy, come on, take your man!”

Sandy turned to push off of her youth, but instead he rolled the two of them over together, his cock still deep within her, until the Sheikh was kneeling next to the three of them.  Sandy finally pulled off of her young man and then gasped as his seed gushed out of her and dripped down her legs.

“Do it!” the dark woman whispered, taking the Sheikh’s member in her mouth.  Sandy frowned, and then gently went to take the young man’s wet member into her mouth, but he reached down, pulled it away, and then pushed Sandy face down onto some pillows while he began to stroke himself, first slowly, and then more and more vigorously, and suddenly the young man’s hands were on her hips and she felt his wet shaft sliding between her buttocks as he forced her legs open with his knees. And then she felt a third hand, a strange hand, holding him and guiding him into her, caressing his balls as she again gave herself to his savage needs, and suddenly she became aware of naked bodies all around her. She suddenly smelled a woman's sex and then opened her eyes to realize that the Asian woman had put her head up under Sandy and was eagerly kissing and licking Sandy's love bud and at the same time the shaft of the young man, while her own sex was hot and open to Sandy.

The Sheikh had been muttering something under his breath, and now he gave a more determined command, or so it seemed, for Sandy's young man quickly pulled out, stroked himself for a few moments against Sandy's buttocks, and then, with another groan of pleasure she felt his seed splash across her shoulder blades and her spine, and then the small of her back.

The Sheikh groaned and grabbed the dark woman’s head roughly and Sandy turned and could tell that he was climaxing in her mouth, and she felt her stomach churn at the thought that it could be her with him, and not the olive-skinned Adonis that she had just made love to. In a moment they all were sprawled on the floor, spent and panting.

“Quick,” the dark woman said and rose to her feet, holding Sandy’s hand in hers. They bowed very theatrically, and then, as the Sheikh rolled back, spent, they sped from the room, still naked.

Behind them they heard the applause of their make-up staff, and then, shouts of men as they realized that something was wrong. “Jane” seemed to know where she was going, but soon the staccato tat-tat-tat of a submachine gun could he heard, and Sandy heard the whizz of hot lead flying past them, and then someone in Arabic yelling, no doubt to stop shooting up their precious yacht.

Suddenly they were in what looked like a mini-marina in the rear of the yacht, and the giant vessel’s transom had swung open, revealing its array of excursion vessels, sailboats, and even a mini-submarine.  The dark woman raced over to a sleek, powerful Donzi speedboat, and then turned to a small person and paused.  “Thanks for everything, Rashid,” she said, kissing him deeply. Sandy watched her reach under his robe and give him a stroke. “That’s for good luck. And growth.”

Rashid cast off the dark, sinister-looking speedboat as “Jane” fired up her two massive racing engines. On each seat was a skimpy yellow bikini, Rashid’s idea of appropriate yachting apparel for women.  As they sped off together, Sandy looked back anxiously at the motor yacht. “Well, we’ll see how capable Rashid really is,” the dark woman yelled.

“What do you mean?”

Suddenly the lights of the yacht went dark. “I think he’s capable,” Sandy confirmed.

“They won’t be coming for us for a while,” the dark woman said, slipping into the bikini as the powerful engines threw up a white roostertail behind the speedboat. The boat was alive with the raw, vibrating power of two massive unmuffled racing engines. No wonder the boys liked it so much, but it felt pretty good for the girls, too. The dark woman grinned as she wrapped her hands around the throttles and shoved them forwards.

As they headed out into the darkness of the open ocean, the boat started to pound more and more, and so Sandy and the dark woman had to strap themselves in.

“Where are we going?”

“International waters, to start with… then, maybe, Belize, if we’ve got enough gas.”

After about an hour they were a good forty or fifty miles offshore, and the dark woman throttled back and then let the engines cool for a while.

“What are you doing?”

“Running at night means we’re drug runners. Well, maybe we are – I’ve no idea what’s packed below on this boat.”

“I made a call while I was on the boat. I think we’ll be OK.”

“You didn’t need to. Look, there’s a satphone on this boat.”

“Shit.”

The dark woman switched off the massive, throbbing engines and they coasted to a stop.

“How is Keith? Is he OK,” the dark woman asked with concern in her voice.

“He was fine when I left him,” Sandy replied.

“Shane, and the others?”

“Well, he’s in jail, but the others are OK.”

“What on earth for?”

“For the murder of Johnny Dimarino.”

The dark woman was quiet for a while.

“Do you think they can make it stick?”

“There’s a circumstantial case. And those stupid journals those kids kept.”

“Shane’s a nice kid,” the dark woman mused. “That’s too bad.”

“Too bad? You’re talking about someone’s life here!” Sandy

replied.

“Well, let’s not forget who saved who tonight.”