The Summer of Last Resort

by J. A. Browning

  “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, Bel
ize, 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.”

  Sandy sat in silence and looked out at the water, and then admired the stars overhead. Way up high a satellite silently crossed the densely star-packed tropical sky.

  “Gimme that satphone,” the dark woman said, and then turned away from Sandy and made a call. She then re-started the engines and punched in some numbers into the GPS before hanging up.

  “I think I have another present for you.”

  Present Tense

  SHANE'S DIARY

  KIM had taken a job house sitting in a very fancy place up in the hills, and so a week or so later our gang decides, probably not very politely, to pay her a visit. She kept telling us about how cool it was, but had been a little coy about the location, but we figured it out, so I drove us up there one weekday afternoon.

  It's a really cool house, very modern, a flat layout, with lots of glass, concrete and steel. Even the air smelled better than the normal air in our neighborhood. The landscaping was a spartan mix of grasses, yuccas, and dwarf pines, well suited to the dry summertime landscape.

  The kitchen is enormous. It has a giant commercial range, and countertops which seem to go on forever. There's an extra spigot at the stove for pot filling, and not only is there a regular refrigerator but there's also a walk-in freezer. We open the door and bask in the coolness on this hot summer day. For such a big fridge, there's not a lot in it, except some margarita mix in the freezer. There's quite a collection of tequilas, and so frosty drinks are quickly prepared and imbibed, in spite of Kim's objections.

  Keith is insistent on further exploring the house. The living room is white, chrome, leather, and very clean. On the far wall is a modern print of a nude woman, showing the beauty of her slender waist, her finely shaped hips, and full, round breasts. She looks content and at peace with the world and her body. We notice that on the coffee table are some large print art books - Kim tries to hide them, but Keith pulls one out from behind her. Keith flipped open the glossy black and white folio and turns to a page with naked women standing in a forest. Then there's more women in offices, and in an old factory. “Wow!” he exclaims, and starts thumbing through them. He looks a little shocked, which is unusual for a guy like that, who thinks of women like toys. His gaze soon falls on a series of photos of a voluptuous dark-skinned woman, naked, and a big, muscled man who has some sort of wrenches in his hands, and she has a hard hat on - and that's all. Flipping through the pages, the next photos show the man's finely sculpted body, his massive, thick rod front and center, and muscles glistening in shadow and light. In the next picture, the man is holding the woman up and is just penetrating her. Kim grabs the book away from him. “Those are fake”, she disparagingly remarks about the woman's breasts. “Yeah, but THAT's not”, Maria interjects, referring to the massive schlong. “I mean... my God! I can't imagine having that in me”

  Kim and Keith look at each other for a moment, and she shakes her head, as if some secret had been passed between them, some intimate knowledge that this was more than just some erotic art.

  Keith has moved on to what appears to be the master bedroom. “You can't go in there”, Kim urges, but he doesn't stop. It has a built-in entertainment system. There's a giant bed, with a plush fuzz top, and dark wood paneling. A push a button reveals a DVD player and projection TV. Keith roots around a bit, and finds the remote for the entertainment system.

  “I don't think you should play with that”, Kim says.

  “Hey, I know what I'm doing”, he replies, flipping on the TV which scans its way through available video sources, waiting for Keith to turn on something else. The room lights automatically darken which is totally cool. After a bit of fumbling with the remote, Keith has a broadcast news channel on, then flips through some old sitcoms. “I bet this would be totally cool for gaming”, Keith remarks, glancing at the game consoles neatly tucked away in the custom cabinetry. He tries changing the mode, but can't seem to get anything to come on. “Only one way to find out,” he states, and walks over and turns on the consoles and the DVD player.

  “You should probably leave that alone,” Kim replies.

  “I just wanna see what's on this” he says, finally getting the DVD player selected. He selects “play” on the remote.

  We see a woman on the video, naked, lit in silhouette. Then we realize that it's the same woman as on the print, who looks like the large-breasted woman from the magazine. She walks into the light, and we see her full naked body, her beautiful curly dark hair, her thick full lips, and light sparking on her glistening bedewed body, and the compact mass of pubic hair neatly trimmed and pointing to her full vulva.

  Then we see a break, the clapboard, and then the same scene over, but slightly different. And then it repeats again. Keith gets bored and fast-forwards.

  In the next scene the mystery woman is kissing a dark-haired white man passionately, their tongues probing each other's eager mouths. Her hand reaches down to the bulge in his dark slacks. As the camera pans back we see another man's dark, curly locks, and then his mouth encircling her large, swollen black nipple. The dark-skinned woman pulls away from the first man and turns to kiss the second man, and then reaches down and unzips the first man's trousers, springing his hard member free.

  “Okay, that's enough,” Kim says and reaches for the remote, but Keith holds it up in the air, out of her reach. “What's the matter? Are you afraid to see two.. I mean three people doing what comes naturally?” Keith teases, pressing the next scene selector.

  The scene is a hardcore shot of the woman riding the first man's thick, swollen member, while she fellates the second man. She straddles the first man, and his hands are on her large, round ass while he thrusts in and out of her. The room is filled with the sound of a cheap porno soundtrack and over-acted cries of delight from the woman.

  “Let's go out to the pool,” Kim says as she turns off the DVD player.

  The best part of the house is the pool. A long, smooth expanse of aquamarine stretching seemingly to the horizon, although it was probably not more than fifty feet in length. Around the marble paving are a variety of teak chaise-lounges, with little tables where one would set one's drink.

  We're all a bit awestruck.

  “Well, we can't let this go to waste”, I say, as I take off my shirt and shoes.

  “I don't have a swimsuit” Maria says.

  “I don't either”, I say.

  Keith looks and me, and grins, and quickly strips naked and jumps into the pool. I follow with a yell and the water is cool and refreshing. I feel free and alive and the spirit of youth is coursing through my body.

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sp; We quickly chase each other from one end to the other, and then back to where the girls are.

  “Get out of there, you guys!” Kim yells.

  “Are you coming in?”

  “I can't believe you guys” Kim says, but then turns and Maria has stripped down to her bra and panties and is relaxing on the chaise lounge. “Relax Kim”, she says. Her round full breasts are pressed against the sheer fabric of her bra, her olive skin is glowing in the afternoon sunlight. She has on white panties and a black bra, which seems incongruous, but on her it looks fantastic. Even though she's a little heavy, when she reclines there in the bright sunlight she looks like a voluptuous Roman goddess.

  Kim frowns, and then goes to get some more towels. Keith's still having fun in the pool, but I'm resting in the water by the side of the pool, admiring the view of Maria.

  “Shane, would you put some sunscreen on me?” I hear Maria ask. She's lying on her back with her sunglasses on, her legs spread apart. I can see her pussy lips outlined against the sheer fabric of her white panties, and then, just to tease me, she runs her fingers ever so slowly down along the waistband of her panties, and then I swear she gently touched herself, just for an instant, letting me imagine what delights lie under that joy department. Her other hand ever so lightly traces over her breast, and then down her thigh. I'm still in the pool with a growing hard-on and she knows it. She looks quickly back to see if Keith's looking or if Kim's there, and when they aren't looking, she voluptuously squeezes one breast and then strokes her pussy with the other hand, just for an instant. She smiles slyly at me from behind her sunglasses, and then reaches down for the sunscreen. “I need you to lube me up.” She flirts.