"So that's the little bitch you were after last night!" Luci hissed as she lowered the binoculars from her dark blinking eyes. She stared out the window in the direction of the beach, squinting slightly against the glaring sunlight that reflected off the river. The young blonde was stretched out on the beach, a scant bikini barely covering her voluptuously curved body, but it was all too obvious, even without the binoculars, that the girl was totally exhausted.
"She looks like she could never lift her legs up again!" Luci added, her voice choked with put-on sympathy. She turned away from the window to look her gloating husband directly in the eyes, and she could hardly keep from laughing and seeing his fat-cat satisfied grin. She forced a serious expression. "How could you do that to such a sweet young thing, Ed?"
His wife was playing a game, he knew, but it was a little more serious than she was letting on.
He had been a trifle unfair, and her good-natured kidding made him feel a bit guilty, though not much. He stretched his legs out on the wide couch, still feeling tired from the ordeal he'd gone through the previous night.
"It was easy, baby! I'll tell you that bitch is one stuck-up little piece ... Thinks her ass is something really special!"
"I saw how she waved it in your face ... You didn't exactly ignore it!" she scolded. Setting the binoculars down, she walked toward the galley, taking long steps so that her unbuttoned housedress parted in the front. She was wearing nothing underneath, and she made that fact apparent before she disappeared into the small kitchen. The space was extremely small when compared to the overall size of their houseboat, but Ed had it designed that way on purpose. The living space had been his primary consideration, and the bar that extended into the living room area had taken up part of the space intended for the galley. Luci didn't mind, as she spent as little time in the kitchen as possible, and then it was usually only to get ice for the bar. When she reappeared, she was carrying a bucket of ice, and she walked behind the bar with it.
"You're a bastard, Ed Rockton!" she said sweetly; then placing two glasses on the bar, she added, "I think you need a drink!"
Ed laughed loudly, tickled by the obvious way his wife was reminding him of her own special charms. She had exposed her sexy body on purpose, and now she was preparing him a drink an hour before noon. She wanted the share she'd missed last night, Ed thought, and he would be glad to give it to her.
"You know that none of them can match you in any way, baby! It's strange stuff that keeps me primed for you!" He laughed again when she held up a bottle of vodka in a threatening manner. "If you're making me a salty-dog, go easy on the grapefruit juice, I need something to get the ticker going again!"
She poured out a double shot of vodka into the glasses then unprofessionally added salt from a salt-shaker before symbolically splashing in the grapefruit juice. She kept a frown on her pretty face as she carried the drinks over to the couch her husband was stretched out on. "Here you go, big-boy! This should get more than your ticker going!"
Ed took the offered drink with one hand, and with the other he parted her dress further, exposing her naked loins to his gaze. He pushed his hand between her soft ivory thighs, and she immediately dropped to her knees beside the couch.
"Oouuu, stop that, you bastard! That feels goodddd!"
"Best pussy on the whole damn river," Ed said, his fingers brushing against the silky tips of her pubic hair. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand next to her aroused vagina while she let the front of her robe fall completely open, her proud white breasts pointing out full and pink. The bud-like nipples were erect, the brownish areolas drawn up with excitement, and she wanted him entirely aware of her aroused state.
"Well, this best little pussy in the world needs taking care of, too! You didn't have to get that little bitch.. You knew she didn't have a husband for me!" Luci was making light of it, but she was serious too. It had made her mad to be left without action of her own. When they were back home and Ed latched onto something outside of the club, she didn't really care, as there were plenty of her own friends around. But when they took a vacation on the river, it was a different deal altogether.
"Didn't know she was single, baby!" he honestly protested!
"I could tell by the way she was flashing the goods at you! You must be slipping," she replied, her thoughts becoming fuzzy from his fingers working into her moistening warm cunt. She took a sip of her drink to maintain her act of coolness, but it seemed to only increase the sensations in her tingling loins. He took a large gulp of his drink then set it down so he could push the front of his robe apart, exposing his long thick hardening penis to his wife. "Slipping? Ha! It still works perfectly well!" he gloated, knowing that was not what she had been referring to.
"So you got the little bitch by simply showing your cock to her?" Luci said, her hand reaching out and gripping his thick fleshy column of growing hardness. "Did she grab it like this?"
"No, with her mouth!" he answered, a teasing sneer forming on his face. He was perfectly well aware of the game Luci wanted, to play, and he was going to get something out of it, too.
She smiled her response, sensually running her tongue over her smooth red-rimmed lips. But he was going to have to make promises first. "You won't see her again?" she asked coyly.
He looked at his wife, then smiled again. After gulping down the rest of his drink, he pushed his fingers into the velvety flesh of her dampened, hair-lined pussy, his digits seeking and finding her tiny, already erect clitoris. It was palpitatingly hard and he pinched the sensitive nerve end with his thumb and forefinger.
"Ooouuu!"
"We can push off today! It means we'll arrive at the meeting place early, but if it'll make you happy, okay." Ed shrugged. Then he rolled her enticingly wet clitoral bud between his fingers again to emphasize his intent. She groaned once more, running her tongue wildly dver her lush sensuous lips as an indication of her understanding his demands. He would give in a little if she would give some too.
"The club members will be there in just a couple of days. It would be nice to arrive early..." she defensively replied. It was the same out-of-the-way anchorage their swap club used every year for their "fun week," and she had always wanted to spend some short time there without the other members being around. It was a hard-to-find place off the usual lanes of boat traffic, and the beach area was so well sheltered and private, it seemed special to her. Getting there ahead of the others sounded fine with her, and the little bitch on the beach would be high and dry too!
"Say for sure we can go now... I mean ... After I have a little fun ..." she said in her low sexy voice. She moved her face close to his erect member, and shaping her mouth into an "O" she breathed hot air over the swollen rubbery glans tip. The hard fleshy column of his cock jerked in her hand. "I'll bet the little bitch couldn't suck your big cock like I can!"
"Ooohh, I don't know," he teased, feeling his blood rushing sensorily through his throbbing penis. Nobody could suck cock like Luci, but he liked to get her angry so she would show off her skills. "She did a pretty good job last night!"
It was a challenge, and she flicked her tiny moist tongue out at the purple colored glans tip, lashing the sensitive underside again and again until his large penis jerked in response. Tucked just inside the dilated slit at the very tip was a tiny drop of seminal fluid, and she dabbed at it with her tongue-point, tasting the pungently sweet liquid to increase her own arousal. It was working on her husband as he pinched her tiny inflamed clitoris hard, making her whole belly burn with mounting licentious excitement. She was going to show him what a real woman could do, and then she was going to make him admit she was the best.
Without stopping the continual provocative licking with her wet pink tongue over and around the hot fleshy thickness of his cock, Luci slipped off her house dress, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Then she spread her long white shapely legs out wider, giving his finger greater access to her moist desire-incited vagina as she hunched her totally naked body over his arched hairy groin.
Damn, Ed thought, as he tensed from the lust-inspiring sensations of her hot lashing tongue. He stared at her voluptuous naked body, kneeling with smoothly rounded ivory thighs wide apart beside him, and he felt there was just no one else like her. For the millionth time in their six years of marriage, his eyes feasted on the sensually exciting details on her well-curved body. After all that time, he still marveled at the round firmness of her large fully pointed breasts, holding their magnificent shape in spite of their size. They were proud and closely set, leaving the narrowest of valleys running between their smooth white resilience. He knew this had to be part of the reason she was so successful as a nude model before he saw and married her. It pleased him to know that she hadn't changed at all in the six years of their marriage,- and at any time she could go back to work for photographers, even though she was thirty-one. A nude picture had attracted him to her the first time he met her, and he was particularly pleased to later discover that the pictures never really did her magnificent naked body justice. He had thought at times that was why he'd married her so quickly after getting her in the sack, but as things turned out, they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way. If he wasn't such a lecherous old bastard, she would certainly be enough for him, but then too, it was nice to discover that she liked the idea of occasional outside activities, and with the swap club, it kept those things on a purely physical basis. It was the ideal setup for both of them, and he had really believed the hot little pussy he'd fucked the previous night had a husband for Luci to play with. He didn't want his outside actions to destroy the agreement they had together, and he was glad that his wife wasn't really too mad about his mistake. Hell, they were only just starting their vacation on the river, and she would have plenty of entertainment too, as soon as they met up with the other club members. He moved his eyes lower to where his exploring fingers played between the enticingly swollen lips leading to the firm and long sweep of her delicately rounded thighs. Between her spread white legs he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hairs covering her loins, and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice glistened wetly in the dim light coming through the curtained windows. No, she wasn't really angry with him over the girl, and in fact she was definitely intent on proving she was the best. He was more than ready for her.
"Are you just going to lick it... Or are you going to suck it?" he groaned impatiently, sliding his fingers at the 'same time toward the dampened eagerly nibbling mouth of her dilating vagina.
Luci rolled her tongue once more around her lush lips; then she grinned up at him, a satisfied expression on her pretty face. "Do we leave for the meeting place today?" she asked breathlessly as she felt his knowing skilled fingers working into her hot wet cunt.
"Yes, damnit! All right!" he shouted, as if conquered by her desires. It was part of the game, but he was really impatient to have her warm sucking mouth around his aching, lust-hardened cock. Mewling with pleasure' as he dipped two fingers further into her tight, wetly clasping vaginal passage, she winked with satisfaction then turned her attention back to the thickly throbbing length of cock.
The warm smooth flesh of her velvety sucking vaginal channel seemed to pull at his fingers as he drove them deep into her secret most part, and he looked at her lovely face for a sign of her pleasured response. She formed her luscious mouth into an O-shape while her fingers played sensationally up and down the throbbing hard length of his excited penis. Then slowly, she lowered her face toward his hardened cock-shaft, and he thrust his hair-covered loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her soft open lips closed around the throbbing sensitive head in a hot liquid pressure of delight. Her tongue moved like summer lightning around the purple gians, and her even white teeth closed with sensationally sharp contact against his thickness.
"Ooooom, yes! Suck it like that, baby!" he moaned as he reached down with his free hand to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair. He intended to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head as she slowly took more and more of his pulsing hard length into her mouth. The swirling warmth and wetness of her saliva seemed to engulf the swollen tingling head, and he arched his lean hips up violently, driving his stiff throbbing cock to the back of her throat. He lifted his head up from the couch to get an even clearer view of her vivacious sensually contorted face, and he felt even more excited as he watched the thickness of his rod of hardened flesh buried deep inside her receptively sucking mouth. It always amazed him that she could take so much of him inside as he thought sure he had to be pushing into her tonsils.
She mewled around his hot plunging hardness while she increased the twirling of her tiny teasing wet tongue over the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head. Again and again she nipped at it with her teeth as her soft tensiled lips drew on his fleshy rigid cock, sucking ever harder and harder. His working fingers in her hotly clasping, infused moist cunt began to move in and out, beginning a rhythm that his hand on her head demanded of her oral fucking. She knew he was near cumming in her mouth, and she gave in to his insistent force, eagerly bobbing her head up and down his long hardened penis, sucking on the excited rock-hard cock-shaft with wanton frenzy.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it," he hissed, shoving his lust-trembling loins up violently into her lewdly contorted face. Her mouth was like hot melted butter, and he stared down at her licentiously bobbing head as his cock rhythmically sawed in and out of her soft ovaled lips. The very sight of it caused his fire-filled, aching loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as though the full length of his straining cock-shaft was sinking all the way down into her throat. The whole hardened length seemed to disappear with each upward thrust he made, until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her iushly clasping lips.
Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely then drew in again as her fervid little tongue licked with moist-, nerve-tingling urgency on the outstroke, making the head throb and jerk as though it was the very center of his sensation filled "body. He watched with sadistic fascination as the inner coral flesh of her slaving lips pulled out exotically, clinging to the rigid flesh of his cock as she hungrily sucked, her mind caught up in the salacious task with all of her lustful concentration. Her full white breasts danced and quivered below her pumping torso, the hardened pink nipples at the tips occasionally brushing against the edge of the couch, and he pushed his fingers deep inside her now seethingly wet vaginal passage, its tight liquid walls seemingly trying to ingest the invaders, adding to the lust-inciting picture his eyes beheld.
"Oooooh yeh! Suck it, baby," he groaned, his head feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. He dropped it back on the couch as he shoved his quivering hips up harder into her sucking mouth, and he thought about the little honey-blonde bitch he'd fucked the night before. He'd made her suck his cock, an act the girl had not been experienced with, and it had given him great pleasure to jam his hard thick penis deep into the girl's throat then pump her hungry little belly full of his steaming hot cum. She had become wild, a bitch animal in heat in spite of her protests against the unnatural oral fucking, and she had begged him to suck her greedily working little cunt until she was dry of all her insane arousal. But she had been nothing like his beautiful delicious wife. Luci could suck cock like no other woman he'd ever known, and he again raised his head up to watch her frenzied motions over his boiling hot loins.
"Come on, baby! Suck harder! Come on," he grunted as his wife labored below, her curvaceous white body sensuously quivering with the growing intensity of her own passion. She bit down hard with her sharp teeth, leaving white streaks up the length of his solid cock where the blood had been forced away from the surface as she raised her head, and then she plunged down again, taking nearly the whole of his long throbbing penis into her throat. He was nearly ready to burst with the insistent pressure of his cum, and his churning balls felt like lead weights hung between his tensed thighs, throbbing with the need for release. He jammed his ardent fingers harder and harder into her passion-slick cunt, signalling her that he was near completion, and she responded by bobbing down his hard genital column, her tongue, teeth and lips all working to bring his ecstatically torturing sensations to an end.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned around the thick rigid flesh in her throat, and he felt the hot liquid gushing around his fingers in her orgasmically clasping vagina. She was cumming too, and he shoved his loins harder up into her widely ovaled lips, hearing her mumble of lust-filled joy as he arched his hips up in preparation for the final sensational trip of his sperm up the length of his long thick pulsating cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his strong teeth as though he was being exploded into hell.
His huge swollen cock began a wild staccato jerking as his white-hot cum made the fantastic dash to the tip of its pulsing head, racing steamlike to suddenly burst deep into her receptive throat. Then, his wife's wildly sucking mouth was flooded with gust after gust of the sticky hot sperm, salaciously bloating her cheeks outward with each explosive spurt as she swallowed ravenously, frantically, to keep up with the voluminously gushing fluid.
"Uuuuggghh!" Swallow it, baby! Ooouuu, yeahhh! Don't stop! Keep sucking ... Yyyeeaahh!" he gasped as he thrust his jerking loins up, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her throat. She continued sucking with an insane hunger as he went on shooting his load deep into her mouth!
Falling back heavily into the couch, Ed groaned loudly while he emptied the last of his passion-heated sperm between her lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the spurting gland. After a few moments, the satiated penis quietly deflated in her mouth, and he pulled his fingers from her still hotly contracting cunt, his arm tired from his ordeal. She stayed kneeling beside the couch with her head on his thigh, still sucking lightly at the limp, useless penis in front of her, and then she straightened up and smiled at him.
"Think you're up to handling this barge now?" Luci said sarcastically as she knew it would be several minutes before he'd have the strength to want to do anything. Her husband only grunted a reply to her joke, and she moved up on the couch beside him, kissing him lightly, wetly on the mouth. "Your activities last night seem to have slowed you down!" she added to get him riled.
"You're gonna get yours in a minute, baby!" he barked back at her, but she was right. They had been on the houseboat for a week, and he hadn't gotten a full night's rest yet. That was the way his so-called vacation went every year, and since they had become active members of the swap club three years earlier, the trips on the river had only extended the time he spent away from his business. It was the way he liked it, and he felt young and active for a man of forty.
"I'll put in for equal time," Luci said, standing up, "but first I'm going to freshen up our drinks!"
Ed stared at her voluptuously naked body as she walked jouncingly to the bar with their glasses, and when she turned around, she saw that he was watching her. She changed her expression to a coquettish grin. "Do I match up favorably with the girl on the beach?" she asked.
"You make her look like a rank amateur," he quickly answered.
Luci wasn't going to bite that easily. "I suppose she was thrilled at being laid by a rich developer?" she said, the sarcasm in her voice apparent.
"Now honey ... You know I'm nothing but a simple carpenter!" he replied, and he waved his arms in the air to gesture his innocence.
"Ha! Some carpenter! Your little housing developments are only the largest in the state ... Such modesty doesn't fit you, Mr. Rockton," she said, and she laughed as she carried the fresh drinks over to the couch. Luci felt quite fortunate to have a husband like Ed, and she didn't kid herself about it. He had built up a company that made him one of the wealthiest developers in the state, and it was just that success at his young age that gave him the leisure time they both enjoyed. When he had decided to spend extra time on the houseboat that year, there was nothing to prevent him from doing just that. Most of the swap club members rented the houseboats for their "fun week" on the river, but Ed had wanted a special one, so he had it custom built. It was the way he did everything he liked, with a flamboyance and flare that made most people envy him. It was just that part of his character that made his sexual appetite demanding and crude at times, but she didn't mind that a bit. In fact she was almost as bad as he when it came down to it, and their arrangement was for her ideal. She had her little outside affairs, as he did his, but they both had an unwritten agreement not to hide anything from the other. With the swap-club, it was easy to keep their affairs purely physical so they had both decided they should become active members. Ed had taken to the idea right away, but she had been a little hesitant at first, at least until she discovered how many people in their community were doing it. Then it had become sheer pleasure for her, as she knew that the men were extremely excited by her physical beauty. Ed's wealth and her good looks had erased the social stigma of her past work as a nude model, in fact had even elevated her to a semi-official leader status among the other women. What she did became the fashion with the others, and that was precisely the way Luci liked it. For her, it-made her relationship with Ed absolutely perfect.
"Okay, lover-boy ..." she said, handing her reclining husband the fresh drink. 'This should get your adrenaline moving again!" She sat down on the couch next to him, sipping from her own drink, and Ed slipped his hand underneath the naked cheeks of her enticingly rounded buttocks. "Don't forget your promise! We push off for the meeting place today!" she defensively added, as she felt the moisture forming between her thighs again.
"After some more fun and games__I owe you, remember?" he replied, and he wormed his finger against the tiny orifice of her tight little anus as emphasis to his statement. "If I shove off this afternoon, we can make the spot by tomorrow morning. We've got plenty of time yet..."
"Oh yes! That fabulous restaurant near the river is about half the distance, isn't it? I suppose you're planning to tie up there for the night?" she asked, and he shook his head in reply. He was busy working his fingers up between her full naked thighs. "Mmmmm ... You know what I like, you insatiable old bastard." She was quite ready to enjoy his advances before they left, and one thought only crossed her mind before she was lost to the rekindled sensations in her belly. "Just remember ... Tonight no strange stuff, even if the restaurant is full of pretty young girls!"
"Mmmmm..." he- replied. "Course you never know when we might run into a nice young couple that could be persuaded to join the club!"
Chapter Two
The air was hot, and the chunky houseboat moved slowly in the smooth river current. The slight breeze did little to help the effect of the craft's motion on cooling the two occupants, but neither were overly concerned about the heavy air. It was a new thing, an adventure, but each was preoccupied with different thoughts.
Closing her eyes against the bright yellow sun, Vi McPhearson rolled onto her back, the constant whirring of the small engine seeming to come up through the cabin roof-deck like a vibrator. She would have continued lying on her stomach, but she was afraid that her back was already burned too much by the hot sun. Wiggling her full rounded buttocks, she adjusted her position until she was comfortable again, then screening her eyes with her arm, she opened them to look out at the slowly passing terrain.
She had no idea how far south of Baton
Rouge they had traveled, but she was surprised to see no signs of civilization as she knew it most days. The land beyond the banks of the river was flat, with no visible structures to break up the monotony. Away in the distance she could barely make out the lush pine and cypress forests* through a dancing haze of heat waves. The sight made her feel glad to be on the river where it was cooler, although she had to put up with the added discomfort of the humidity. The day-red farm lands seemed hardly the ideal vacation spot, but for her it was at least different from the routine of she and her husband's daily life.
She closed her eyes and dropped her arm to her side as she again thought about the vacation. At that moment she was unsure if it was going to be worth the sacrifices she and Stan had made to save up the money for such a trip. It had been her husband's idea from the beginning. He had called it a chance to get away from it all, a cliche statement if there ever was one, and it had taken some doing to get her to go along with him. She couldn't remember how many times he talked about the comfort a houseboat would provide, without any of the so-called inconveniences of a telephone and television. He had said it would be the ideal way for them to communicate again, because they would have no distractions that routinely interfered with their everyday life. Vi wasn't so sure that such circumstances would solve the problems in their marriage, but she had eventually given in to his logic in spite of her reservations.
Three weeks on a houseboat, left to entertain themselves, seemed patently absurd to her, and in the back of her mind, she knew what. Stan was really trying to do. He had made several attempts throughout the first year of theii marriage to get her to "loosen up", and the trip had to be just another one of those plans. Shading her eyes again, Vi glanced around the flat roof-deck, wondering if her husband .could check on her without completely abandoning the controls of the boat. She decided that he couldn't, so arching her buttocks up from the deck, she pushed the lower half of her swim suit down a couple of inches, exposing more of her satiny white skin to the sun. The material bunched around her hips, but it still covered the private most parts down between her thighs from chance on4ookers. She was proud of her body, although she didn't like it completely seen by anyone other than herself. She felt it was necessary for a proper woman to remain modest-around others, but in the privacy of the roof-deck in a virtually deserted area, she took advantage of the moment to work on a tan.
She made herself comfortable again, spreading her long, lithe legs slightly apart, her feet resting on the deck just beyond the edge of the big towel. The swim suit she was wearing was not a bikini, but it was the next thing to it for the amount of her flesh it covered. The pink material almost matched the color of her skin perfectly, and from a short, distance she would have looked naked, stretched out on the top of the small houseboat, languishing and lovely in the brilliant sun. Vi McPhearson was three months past twenty-three years old, and she was classically beautiful in appearance.
Her face looked uncluttered, the oval-shape a perfect frame for her large, blue eyes and full pouting lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in magically with the long golden strands of hair. The shoulder length suited her,, as her neck was narrow and long, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were not quite broad enough for the proportions of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off her chest like two ripe over-grown peaches, the deep valley between staying narrow even when she was naked. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and requiring no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest fuzziness below her navel which pointed to the curving mound of her inner thigh. She looked sensual, yet innocent, but her sexuality was only visible on the surface.
Vi had been a virgin when she first met Stan, and throughout his courtship she had remained as such. It was a condition she believed imperative to marriage, and from the time she had first understood what sex was all about, she had worked diligently to keep it out of her mind. Through her teens and into her twenties she had often had feelings, feelings that she knew she had to ignore if she was to stay the chaste person her parents had taught her to be. At first it had been difficult, but as time went on, she found it much easier to put the thoughts of sex out of her mind, and it had even earned her a reputation as an untouchable girl. Yet, as she matured the reputation seemed unreal, as she began to look like a goddess of love, made for love. Her strong will helped to prevent her from becoming the way she appeared, and it also. helped to make her first year of marriage to Stan extremely difficult.
Her husband had been too understanding during the few months they went together before marriage, and he had been extremely frustrated by the time the wedding took place. Vi had worked in an architects office as a secretary, and it was there that she met Stan McPhearson for the first time. He had joined the firm, a young but talented architect in search of the means to strike out on-his own. The bulk of his work for the firm was routine, and that y constantly frustrated him. It was perhaps his position that had brought Vi close to him, as she knew of his talent and felt sorry that it was not being used. They had started having lunch together, and gradually their dating became more and more serious. They had been dating evenings only two months when he proposed to her, and Vi had readily accepted.
During that brief time, she had been able to impress upon him that she was innocent, and he had not tried to get her beyond heavy petting as a result. On their wedding night, Stan was more than ready to finally have the beautiful girl he'd married, and Vi had fantasized some sort of miracle union which never took place.
She had left her job with the architect firm a week before the wedding, and she'd had the opportunity to do nothing but think about her future life as a housewife. She was so nervous about pleasing Stan, that she wanted to believe everything would be ideal simply by wishing it so. The first year of their marriage hadn't turned out that way at all, and the houseboat vacation was actually intended to be the catalyst for improved relations between them. They both were fully aware that the basis of their problems stemmed from the very first night they spent together as man and wife.
There had been no money for a honeymoon, nor for a traditional wedding. They had gotten the necessary license and papers, and three days later went to a justice of the peace for the ceremony. Since they felt they couldn't invite any of their friends without inviting them all, they ended up with two strangers as witnesses, so after the brief ceremony, they went out to dinner tpgether then returned to Stan's small apartment that was to be their home.
After toasting each other with a glass of champagne, Vi asked Stan to wait in the bathroom while she prepared herself for him. She had bought a new negligee, both to enhance her appearance and to cover her body, and after undressing and putting it on, she got into the double bed before calling her new husband to come out of the bathroom. He came out stark naked, his long, thick penis already half-hard in anticipation, and the sight so rattled her that she was* tensed beyond relief the rest of the evening.
In the darkness, he had been gentle and understanding of her condition of virginity, kissing, and fondling her lush young body to warm her for his first entry. Yet, when he moved between her outspread legs, she was only prepared to feel pain from the ordeal. She never cried out, as she was determined to please him, but the only emotion she had was that of fear and humiliation. Her memory of his entry was that it took forever, her body being painfully stretched apart slowly, until she was convinced she would split in half, and then the rest of it seeming to take only seconds until he was finished .with her. It had been quick, as he'd been waiting for that moment for too long, and the net result was an excited and explosive climax that came Upon him almost instantly.
When it had been over, Stan felt he should start again for her, but she had lied, telling him that she enjoyed it fully. He knew she was lying when later, and from then on, Vi never responded to anything he tried, and for that matter refused to try anything except the standard "missionary" position, no matter what he said. Their first year of marriage had turned into a continuing argument about what was acceptable in sexual relations, and although he didn't want to believe it, Stan finally concluded that his wife was frigid. Vi simply believed that some women responded one way to sex, and others responded differently. She was sure that her attitude was perfectly normal, and she was always ready for her husband to have sex with her, as long as it was done in the prescribed and proper manner. The fact that her mental attitude was incongruous with her physical appearance was all that had kept the marriage together, but although she wasn't aware of it, Stan had planned the houseboat trip as a last attempt to get through to her. He had made up his mind that if he couldn't get her to respond the way he expected, he would dissolve the marriage and be finished with it.
For Vi their marital problems were simple. She felt her husband demanded abnormal practices, things he had hinted about through the past year, in their lovemaking, and she was not willing to have any part of it. He was getting satisfaction as far as she was concerned, and her feelings, she felt, should be left out of it She couldn't see that it made any difference how she acted when he was seducing her, even though there were times that she felt she was missing something. From what she had been taught, she was doing it right by not enjoying sex, herself, and the times when she did feel pleasure made her nervous and irritable, as she didn't want to accept such immoral enjoyment Her mother had told her that sex was for man's pleasure, not a woman's, and Vi knew of no reason not to believe what her mother said. "You please a man by giving into him, and you keep him by not giving in too much!" They were words that Vi had lived by, and she had no idea that such an attitude was on the verge of destroying her marriage.
Sitting up suddenly, Vi realized that she had been dozing, and the sun was low in the sky. It had to be getting late, and she looked around, half expecting to find they had stopped for the day, but the boat was still moving. The terrain around the river had changed, and she wondered if Stan had turned onto a different river while she was day-dreaming. There were thick forests of trees lining both sides of the river, and she didn't think it possible to have changed so quickly.
Picking up her towel, she walked across the roof-deck toward the ladder that connected it with the main deck of the houseboat, and she almost decended it without remembering that her swin suit bottom was bunched up around her hips. Pulling the elastic top up to her waist, she then turned to climb down the ladder and join Stan.
To Vi, the houseboat was nothing more than a housetrailer set on a boat, and this one they had rented for the vacation trip was relatively small. The cabin was about twenty feet long and consisted of a living room area, a galley, bath, and bedroom. There was small narrow walkways along the sides of the cabin, and at the front and rear, the decks opened out a little wider. The rear deck provided access to the motor that powered the boat, as well as the ladder to the top of the cabin. In the front, the roof of the cabin extended over the deck providing a sheltered area with room, enough to set up a table and chairs. There was also a door leading into the cabin, and just inside were the controls of the boat with a view to the front over the deck. When Vi rounded the cabin to the front deck, she saw that the door was open, and her husband was standing just inside, staring out at the river ahead.
"Hi! I was beginning to think you fell overboard," he said as his wife walked inside the living area. He was a full head taller than Vi, and standing next to her looked much bigger than he actually was. Unlike Vi, his hair was dark and wavy, and its contrast with his light blue eyes made his features sharply stand out. It was also that which made him attractive on sight to women, but his strong and muscular build considerably helped. Vi always figured that she had fallen in love with him the first time he looked her in the eyes, and it was true that this transmitted a sympathetic part of his character. His looks made her feel very secure, as if his eyes told her that he was very understanding, and what she saw in them was correct. But, like most men, his patience was easily worn thin.
"I fell asleep... " she answered, smiling at her quip. "I must look like a lobster," she added feeling her slightly reddened skin. She wasn't really concerned about sun-burn, as her skin always tended to tan quickly, but the initial exposure seemed to make it tingle nonetheless. Stan looked back out toward the river, his eyes narrowed as if searching for something, and Vi remembered the questions in her mind. "Where are we?"
"Well, I'm not a navigator, but if my guess is correct we are a few miles south of Meridian, and that over there on the right is the Sutter Natural Wildlife Refuge." He pointed toward a wooded area that seemed to stretch for miles up the river. "I've been looking for a place to tie up for the night, but I haven't seen anything interesting yet!"
Setting her towel down on a chair, Vi walked up to stand beside her husband as he steered the boat in closer to the right bank of the river. "You want to stop for the night at a wildlife refuge? I hope that doesn't mean well have lions and tigers running over the boat in the morning!" she said, half-seriously.
Stan smiled at his wife, then turned his attention back to the river, bank. "I'd like to find a place out of the main current... it would be safer," he said adding emphasis on his last word. "Some cul-de-sac would be nice ... but I haven't seen one yet!"
Vi moved forward, looking out toward the shore, and she raised her arm up -quickly, pointing at a narrow inlet barely visible between a thick stand of trees. "There!" she excitedly yelled, her moving arm nearly hitting Stan across the chest.
"Huh? Where?" He looked in the direction his wife was pointing, but he couldn't see what she was referring to with her hand.
"Back... there... we've passed it!" she shouted. She felt elated at having seen an opening in the shore that ordinarily would have been easily missed. The narrow inlet pointed opposite the direction they were heading, and even looking down river it was hard to spot.
Stan reacted, steering the slow houseboat in a hundred and eighty degree turn, then pointing the craft still closer to the shore. "Baby, you've got me! I still don't see what you're pointing at!" he said, his eyes scanning the thick trees along the bank.
"You're headed straight for it!" she answered. The inlet was grown over with long branches, but there was just enough clearance for the houseboat to move through.
"Got it! Wow! I wouldn't have spotted it in a million years," he remarked, a tone of astonishment in his voice. Studying the narrow opening carefully as he steered the houseboat closer, he realized that the stand of trees on the right were growing on a peninsula-like stretch of land, and beyond the inlet, he was sure there had to be a water-filled cul-de-sac.
"Can we make it?" Vi asked, excitedly. She could feel the tension her husband was radiating, and she began to doubt what she saw was real.
"Think so..." he answered, his hand quickly moving to the throttle control. The current was powering the boat down river faster than he'd anticipated, and he added automatic power to counteract the drift. He knew if he didn't judge it just right, they would certainly end up "beached" on the downriver finger of the land. The houseboat sluggishly responded, but the power of the motor was sufficient to push the craft into the channel, the branches of the trees only a few feet to either side.
"Nice going, captain! A real river pilot couldn't have done better," his wife exclaimed breathing a sigh of relief. She had remained absolutely still as Stan made the difficult manuever, but once the houseboat was passing through the inlet, she walked outside to the forward deck. Once' past the initial opening the channel widened out considerably, the leaf laden trees dipping their branches down to the quiet waters of the small slough.
"Is the water very clear?" Stan called from inside.
"Fairly..." she answered, leaning out to look over the front of the boat. The further in they went, the less mud seemed to be in the water, and after only a few minutes, Vi thought she could see the bottom.
"Give a yell if it looks too shallow," he said, the concern in his voice making her pay closer attention to the water. He was running at the slowest possible speed to avert any chance of running aground, as he knew that it would be no easy matter to get the awkward houseboat free of a sand bar.
"Wouldn't we just tie up here for the night?" Vi asked, afraid of her ability to judge the depth of the water. "This channel is beautiful!" she added, coincidentally.
"I want to see where this channel leads... might be even nicer further ahead," he answered. He was keeping one eye on the water, but at the same time he watched his wife, her luxuriantly rounded buttocks looking like a target of .pleasure as she leaned over the front deck to check the water depth. Her shape was enticing and voluptuous, and he felt sure that he was going to somehow take full advantage of it on this trip, or give up trying for good. Somehow he had to make her see that her attitude was all wrong, that anything was acceptable between two adult individuals who wanted to please each other. He had not been able to reason with her for a year, partly because of the distractions that seemed to exist everywhere when they were home. He knew that she would use those things as an excuse to avoid discussion, but on the houseboat she had to face things directly. There would be' no television program that was more important,- nor a telephone to get involved with. It was going to be just the two of them, and he was going to make her understand what was lacking in their marriage, or go down trying.
"Stan! The water is getting shallow!" Her voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked ahead, wondering how far the channel ran.
"Can you see the bottom of the boat?" he questioned, hoping he could continue down the inlet.
"Yes! I think the water's getting deeper again. Must have been passing over a sand bar!" Vi looked up, glancing at the surrounding terrain, and she saw the end of the channel about a hundred yards ahead. "Hey! Look, darling! It's a lagoon!"
The channel opened up into a large, almost circular body of water that looked very much like a lake. To their left, the woods remained thick and lush, and there was a stream that emptied into the basin-like cul-de-sac. At the far end of the water flowed through an extremely small channel back to the main river, making the stretch of land dividing the lagoon from the river an island. Yet, the drainage channel was so small, a man could easily step across it. It was the finger of land on their right that fascinated both of them.
"Oh Stan! It's really beautiful!" Vi exclaimed again, her voice filled with excitement. The strip of land to her right was covered with trees, but where the water widened out, the trees grew. further back, leaving a sandy, dune-like beach. There were tall reeds growing in patches all over the light sand, but there were also several open places where the sand seemed to disappear back in the trees. She guessed that the trees to their right were actually lining the main river, and it amazed her to think that they had cruised past those trees a short time earlier without ever realizing that beautiful spot was just beyond. The finger of land couldn't be more than fifty yards apart, yet the trees were so thick along the main river, she couldn't see through them.
"It's like a private lake, darling!" she said joining her husband by the controls.
"Sure is... you did a nice job spotting that inlet, honey." He was pleased, both because the area was nice, and also because it was so very private. It was an ideal setting in which to carry out his plans, and he headed the houseboat for the farthest point, figuring he could tie up to some of the overhanging branches. He pointed the front end of the boat toward the beach area and the setting sun, beginning to feel anxious about their first evening on the boat together. Letting the boat drift sideways toward a large branch that hung out over the water a good distance, he left the controls to tie up.
"Can I help?" Vi questioned as she followed her husband across the deck. The water was almost still there, and it looked extremely inviting. She thought she would like to go for a swim right then.
"All's under control..." he answered, and he grunted as he grabbed the branch, then pulled to move the houseboat closer in. "I'm going to tie up here ... how do you like it?"
"I was just thinking how nice it would be to go swimming. Too bad it's getting so dark, already."
"Well, there ought to be a full moon out tonight... skinny dipping in the moon-light! How about that?"
Vi turned and walked inside the cabin, pretending that she didn't hear what he said. In the excitement of finding the private river lagoon she had forgotten about the disturbing aspects of the trip. While Stan was busy with making the boat secure, she walked past the living and galley areas to the bedroom to put on something that covered more of her body than the swim suit. She was determined to be careful in avoiding any sex related conversation with Stan. She felt sure that he had something in mind she wasn't going to like.
Chapter Three
The light from the. full moon made the surroundings seem almost mystical and enchanting, as if they were separated from the rest of the world by a magic veil of black lace. The moon reflected in the water like a silver pathway, shimmering and dancing as it led to the white colored sands of the dune-like beach. The air was still and sweet smelling, as if captured in the surrounding trees of black grill work. The feel of the place was so pleasant, Vi felt more relaxed than ever before in her life.
Stan had set up the table and chairs so they could eat dinner on the forward deck, and the meal had tasted superb, even though the bulk of it came out of cans. The very peacefulness of the atmosphere had left them with little to say while they ate, and after the main course was over they sat quietly for a long period of time. Then, Vi remembered the dessert of fruit she'd prepared.
"Where are you going, honey?" Stan asked as she stood up from the table.
"I'd almost forgotten about the fruit salad..." She hesitated, expecting him to indicate if he wanted it or not.
"Sit down ... I'll get it... It's too special a night to just eat it alone."
She didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but she was glad for the opportunity to sit and watch the moonlight playing on the water. It was almost hypnotic in its effect, and she was too relaxed to protest. "If you insist," she replied, returning to her chair.
Stan walked into the cabin to the galley, his thoughts going over his plan again. He felt sure he had a prepared answer for any question Vi might put to him, and he was sure that she would be suspicious.
The two bowls of fruit were placed on the front of a shelf in the tightly packed refrigerator, and he took them out before reaching into the back of the lowest shelf for the paper bag enclosed bottle. Taking it out, he removed it from the bag, pleased that the champagne was well chilled and ready to be served. Moving quickly to avoid arousing suspicion, he closed the refrigerator and opened the cabinet next to it. First, he took out two glasses, then reaching up to the highest shelf, he pulled down the bottle of brandy he'd stored there. Pouring a healthy amount of the brandy over- the fruit salad, he checked his handy work, then returned the bottle to the shelf. He put the bowls of fruit on the tray next to the champagne and glasses, then lifting the tray up like a waiter, he walked back out to the forward deck. Vi looked as if she hadn't moved since he'd gone in to get the dessert, and she didn't look at him until he'd set the tray down on the table. Then her eyebrows shot up immediately. "What's this? Have J been left out of some secret?" She was referring to the bottle of champagne, as if she hadn't known that it was on board.
"A surprise ... Do you realize this is the first time since we've been married that we're actually on a vacation? I figured it calls for a celebration!" he answered, trying not to sound like he was making a prepared speech. To avoid looking directly at his wife, he immediately set about opening the chilled bottle.
"What a nice thought, darling," she answered to his complete surprise. She was so relaxed that she didn't really care what reason her husband had for bringing the champagne, and in fact it even sounded like it would taste good in such a pleasant setting. The evening had been too perfect for her to have any suspicions about his motives.
He placed the bowls of fruit laced with brandy at each side of the table, then posing dramatically, pushed the cork in the bottle the remaining distance to pop it open loudly. The cork hit the roof overhead above and bounced back to the deck below, narrowly missing Stan's head. He grinned sheepishly, and it set Vi off laughing, pleased by his slap-stick act. He was sure she was in a good mood then, and he hurriedly poured out the bubbly liquid, filling both glasses to the rim. He put one of the glasses in front of his wife before he sat down across from her.
"What shall we drink to?" she asked, lifting her glass up to him.
"To us! Of course ..." he answered, and he clicked his glass against hers, a broad smile spread across his face.
They became quiet again as they drank the champagne and listened to the sounds coming from the nearby woods. There was also an occasional splashing of fish jumping in the water, and Vi was so intent on spotting one of them that she hardly noticed the added flavor in her fruit salad. It disappeared quickly, and she even spooned up all the juice.
Stan ate and drank slowly, watching his wife intently for signs of complete relaxation, and he was pleased by the speed at which she drank her champagne. He was ready to re-fill her glass the moment it was empty, determined to "kill" the bottle that night. After she had drank a second glass full, she put up her hand to indicate "no" to him, but he refilled it anyway.
"Once it's open, you have to drink ft all... Champagne doesn't stay good for the next day ..." he said, excusing his action. He was surprised again when she shrugged and started drinking the third glass down.
Only a half hour passed before Stan emptied the last drop of the champagne into her glass, and Vi was becoming very animated in her actions. "It's such a beautiful night," she announced, waving her arms out as if to embrace the air. "I just can't believe we're actually here..."
"We should call it Lake Vi. It was you who discovered it..." he replied in a low voice.
She turned and looked at her husband, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. "That's a very nice thing to say, darling." Her words were slightly slurred, but she wasn't aware of it herself. She felt good, better than she had ever felt, and the atmosphere of the place made her only think of the sensations it gave her. It was as if she could feel the air caressing her body, and it was warm and pleasant, like a brief summer rain. She felt as if her mouth was fixed in a smile that she couldn't undo, and it somehow made her happy. "Thank you for being so thoughtful," she added, and she drank down the last of the liquid in her glass.
Stan figured it was time to act, so he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to his wife. "What do you say we get ready for bed?" he announced. He expected her to say something about the dishes, and he was prepared to tell her to forget them for now, but instead, she stood up, then swayed slightly from the effects of the champagne she'd drank. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling, and looked down at her face, expecting a look of surprise. Her eyes were half closed, lips slightly parted, and he leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth. He was surprised by her instant response, as her tongue darted into the depths of his mouth. He knew well that she was drunk, but he hadn't expected such arousal from her. He sucked willingly on her tongue, tasting her mouth as he pulled her tightly against his hard young body. He held the kiss for a long moment, feeling his blood stirring wildly and with tremendous force through his hardening penis, and he knew that he might have a chance at getting his wife to loosen up completely for the first time.
Breaking away from the kiss, he slowly turned her away from him so that he could unzip the back of her dress. He half expected some protest, but he was determined to go on no matter what she said. He wanted to undress her completely, and he pulled the dress up over her head.
"Ooohhh! I can't see, darling!" she giggled as the dress caught around her face. He hesitated, not to force it off, and while he had the opportunity, he took a good look at her curvaceous body. He liked to see her almost naked in nothing but flimsy bra and panties, but that evening he was more anxious to see her completely naked. Leaving the dress for her to get off, he instead reached for the back of her bra, and while she slipped the dress up over her head, he let her bra fall away from her magnificently rounded breasts. His heart was pounding wildly, and the sight of her ripe, pink nipples made him want to kiss and taste every inch of her wonderful white body. Just as she threw the dress clear of her head, giggling all the time, he leaned forward and took one exotically straining pink nipple into his open mouth. He immediately sank his teeth into the tiny bud while whipping his tongue across the very tip.
"Oooohhh, Stan! Darling, ouuuuu!""She had been confused by the sensations of the alcohol in her blood when she had first stood up from the table, and his kiss had come so suddenly that she had just given in to it. Somehow she was more aware of everything she felt, and she couldn't find the will power to resist his removing her dress, .even though they were standing outside on the deck. But then, when he took off her bra and began kissing her hardened little nipple, she felt her whole body sensually tremble as great waves of acute pleasures flooded her mind. She thought her legs had just given way beneath her and she was suddenly floating up into her husband's strong arMs. She didn't know whether to resist or give in to the demanding urges she felt, as they were more intense and fierce than she had ever felt before. It was as if her entire warmly stimulated body was being directed by some outside force, and whatever it was, she didn't have the strength to fight it. His hot, pleasure-inciting mouth remained locked to her tingling breast, his lips pulling and sucking the erect swelling nipple deep inside his wet warmth. He was carrying her inside the houseboat, down the narrow aisle toward the bedroom, but the pleasure of his tongue twirling around and around to stroke her sensitively awakened flesh was the only thought that occupied her mind. She was hardly aware of being laid gently on the double bed.
"Ooooooouuuuuu! That's sooooo... nice," she whispered, seductively. She rarely said anything when he made love to her, but the champagne and brandy were causing her to forget her usual inhibitions. She felt different than she usually felt, the ideas of immorality seeming very distant and absurd, and instead of being tense, she could only lay back and thrill in the pleasures streaming rapidly through her sensuously aroused body.
Stan could hardly believe his wife was being so very relaxed, especially considering the way she had just collapsed in his arMs. He didn't understand what was happening to her, and he was almost afraid that he would break the spell that had come over her. He moved very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves out on the bed without taking his mouth from the warm satiny mound of her breast for even a second. It was more than he had expected, and he was determined to make her happy for responding so well.
Nipping at the erogenous hardened flesh with his teeth, he slowly moved his hand Over her other full rounded breast, and he stroked it fondly, rubbing the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was strained and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually he ran his hand teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately working his fingertips under the band of her white lacy panties. He moved it straight for the lush silkiness of her pubic hair, feeling the beginning of her intimate narrow vaginal crevice, and using his middle finger like a probe, he worked it into the warni moistened folds of liquid flesh until he made contact with her tiny. clitoris.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" She sucked her breath in as she felt the heated sensation from the pit of her soft belly streak erotically through her excited body. She was confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if she were forgetting something she should do, but she relaxed enough to let the provocative sensations take hold of her being. It was as if an electrical connection had been made between herself and Stan, and each time his beautiful finger moved, a bolt of pleasure would dash through her sensually incited flesh. Instinctively, she let her long, white legs spread* wider apart as she unconsciously wanted to give him even greater access to her sensation-filled vagina. There was a question in her mind about her almost lewd actions, as though she felt she was forgetting a lesson she'd been taught in the past, but it became harder and harder to concentrate as the arousing pleasure-giving finger continued the incessant massage of her tiny, erect clitoris. She felt the beginnings of increasing hot moisture forming on the silky strands of pubic hair near the opening of her burning vaginal passage, and she knew she was wetter there than she had ever been before in her life.
Stan couldn't help thinking about all the things he'd wanted his wife to do in their lovemaking, things that she had rejected as obscene and unnatural during the last year, as now he was sure that he might finally have the chance to get her to do all of them! He could hardly ever look at her formation of enticing curves and full lips without imagining his cock being sucked by them, even though it seemed an impossible objective with someone so completely uptight. Many times he had cursed the person or incident that made Vi so rigid in sexual practices, but right then, he felt almost certain that she would at last come undone. His lusting cock was fully erect and aching to be free of his confining pants, its pulsing head pushing and straining against the fabric like it was going to force its way through. Yet, in spite of the mounting pressure in his swelling balls, he wanted to wait for the right moment, when he had his lovely wife screaming for it. Then, maybe, she would be completely willing to take his throbbing penis into her mouth, closing her warm sexy lips around it and sucking until he was drained totally dry. The thought made him want to work faster, and he moved his ardent finger away from her tiny palpitating clitoris, working it down through the raw wet flesh between the hair-lined, flushed cunt-lips until it was poised at the tight wet opening to her innermost self. Miraculously, she seemed to raise her hips up in an effort to take his teasing finger inside!
"Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhh... OOoouuuuu!" she moaned, as she wiggled her smoothly curved hips to move down onto his finger. He teased her only for a brief moment, then he screwed the plundering finger into the moist elastic-like opening, slowly driving his digit up the warm clasping passage of her quivering vagina. He pushed until his palm was pressed flat against her hot, wet pussy, and she began to grind her enticing pelvis in a sensual rhythm of self-pleasured indulgence. It was like she was another person, and he continued biting and chewing at her pink, expanded nipple until he couldn't stand the waiting for another second.
Feeling" as if her whole body was being guided by the fantastic sensations from her husband's long, titillating finger in her passionately fired vagina, Vi found herself hoping that her husband would put his big hardened penis in her soon. She didn't think she had ever been so anxious before, but there was something about the gnawing sensation of prurient delight in the pit of her belly and the root of her loins that told her she was in store for tremendous pleasures. She no longer, cared about the question of whether she should enjoy sex or not. What was important, suddenly, was really knowing what it was! It was like tasting forbidden fruit, and her ability to resist it had been dissolved by her exposure to the surroundings and liquor. Then
Stan suddenly lifted his head from her swollen tingling breasts, and she thought he might finally put his long, desire-hardened penis into her sensuously burning cunt.
She was letting him teasingly play with her hotly excited body, but petting was something she had always allowed him to do to a point. Yet, that evening there was one thing different. She seemed to be suggestively responding, and he had her almost completely naked in the light. The single lamp mounted on the wall above the bed was very weak, but it did provide more light than they had ever had under similar-circumstances, and Stan wanted to get her completely undressed to see her provocatively naked curves up close.
Reaching his left hand down to her smoothly arched hips, he turned his wife slightly onto her side before he tantalizingly grazed his tongue down her warm satin-like flesh. He paused momentarily at her navel, running his hot wet tongue tauntingly around it, then dipping it inside before he continued laving his way down toward her slowly revolving hips and loins. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her moist, palpitating vagina, half-afraid that he would disturb her reverie, but he was anxious to get her flimsy nylon panties all the way off her unusually aroused body. Placing his thumbs under the elastic band-top at either side of her hips, he rolled the thin material down over her lush white thighs to reveal her mesmerizingly open hair-fringed cunt to his greedy sight. She was cooperating fully with him, raising her full, rounded buttocks up off the bed to make the removal easy, and when the tiny panties had dropped from her feet, she made no sound as he pushed his hands against her satin-soft, white inner thighs. She spread them willingly, but was surprised when his hot, wet mouth made warm contact with her aroused, tingling flesh there. She felt tremendous erotic shivers as he ran his taunting, husbandly tongue slowly up along the sensitive space between her tremulously prickling legs.
My God! Vi thought, what on earth is he .doing? It felt good, too good, and she suddenly realized that he was moving his wetly working mouth toward her nakedly exposed pussy! For an instant she imagined how wickedly sensational it would feel, his probing tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around and inside her burning cuntal passage! Just the idea of his loving hot mouth sucking at her tiny dancing clitoris sent goose-bumps, creating shivers to tingle enchantingly over her silken flesh, and for that brief moment she was going to let him do it... ! His face drew closer and closer, and she could feel his searing breath caressing the moist pink flesh of her opened vaginal crevice, his mouth not inches away from the thin, warmly pulsating lips of her naked pussy!
Feeling that everything was going to work out even better than he had hoped for, Stan forced her lower leg flat against the bed, while keeping the upper one bent at the knee and up in the air. Her position gave him completely open access to her delicious moist pink cunt, and he worked his tongue fervently with slowness up her soft inner thighs. As he drew closer, he stared lustfully at the curving mound of sensual desire, seeing the moist, fleshy lips that were covered by a sparse silky down of blonde pubic hair. The narrow ribbon of delicate flesh dividing the middle was pink, and he could see the hardened tiny bud of her quivering clitoris throbbing" excitedly from his previous manipulations. Feeling more daring, he reached out with his hand, and using two fingers he spread the flushed, blood-filled lips of her pussy wide apart, exposing the wet, clutching elastic-tight opening of her cunt to his desire-hungry gaze.
Vi could feel the warm secretions from her tingling vagina flowing faster, and when his delicate fingers licentiously spread her open, she was jolted back to the reality of the situation. She automatically reacted, suddenly feeling vile and cheap from her husband's close examination of her private-most parts. Her body was on fire,; but she had to protest such debasing action. She had even considered letting him put his mouth against her vagina! That was being nothing better than some dirty whore!
"No! Noooooo!" She wailed in an almost-foreign voice as she struggled to get control of herself, and she jerked her hips back away from his advancing face. When she saw the expression on her husband's countenance, however, she felt terribly guilty and depraved for having let the situation get along so far. She tried to think of a way she could retract what she had said, but she felt vile and debased, unable to understand what had made her go so far. "Please, Stan! That's... Awful!" was all she could say.
He was momentarily stunned by her sudden rejection, his mind so engrossed in her erotic reactions to the point that he failed to comprehend what she was saying. His swollen, aching cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of his cum stirring deep in his balls, and he had fully expected to have her hot sensual mouth closed tight around it, he had ... he had ...! Sucking fervently in another few minutes... ! Then, he realized that she was her same old self again, rejecting anything that wasn't the standard missionary position of love-making. He had so expected her to have changed, that he felt enraged at discovering it wasn't so. His face reddened, and he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Whattttttttttt?"
Terrified by his sudden anger, Vi wanted to worm her entire tremblingly confused body down through the mattress of* the bed and disappear. She didn't know what else to do, and her thoughts groped for something to say that would calm him.
"I can't wait! I... want to now!... Fuck me, now!" she cried. She was desperate, and she thought her use of the sensuating vernacular expression for intercourse would somehow make up for her rejection of his oral sex. It was a term she had never used before, but she knew she had to do something dynamic to keep him from continuing what he had already started.
Stan was more than confused; he couldn't believe he'd heard Vi correctly. She had asked him to actually fuck her! In those ... that word. Well, by God, he was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before! Moving like an enraged bull, he tore at his clothing, determined to be totally naked when he subjugated her before his menacingly erect cock. He was going to screw her until she begged him to stop!
Vi was so shaken by what she had almost let happen, that when her young husband got to his knees and began pulling off his clothes, she felt relieved. But then, he was lowering his pants, and the bulge that had shown at his groin was suddenly a long hard fleshy column of thick throbbing cock! It looked huge, bigger than it had seemed on her wedding night, and she was fearful of him tearing, her apart once again. He was angry, and she knew her only hope was not to anger him further, so when he suddenly pulled at her waist, twisting her cruelly onto her stomach, she made no sounds of protest. He forced her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down into the mattress, and she felt her face turning red from embarrassment as she realized her buttocks were up in the air, open and lewdly exposed to his lustful gaze. It suddenly occurred to her that he intended to fuck her from behind like a dog. It was degrading and inhuman, and she thought she should tell him so, but simultaneously, she was having a difficult time ignoring the tremendous burning sensation in her quiveringly hot belly. It was growing all out of proportion in her mind. Her sensuously aroused body had already betrayed her thoughts once, and she felt like the same thing could happen again.
Knowing he was being rough with his Vi, Stan, nonetheless, was determined to have her in some way other than the usual limpid style. If she wasn't willing to submit to oral sex, then by God he was going to fuck her in "the most degrading manner he knew of. Dog-style seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
"Okay! You want to get fucked, here's your chance!" he said, moving up behind and between her inner thighs. He forced her to spread her knees out wider and wider, until he had total access to her nakedly quivering loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her like that, and he paused to examine her in detail. Her fully rounded white buttocks looked more salaciously enticing than ever, and he was reminded of his thoughts earlier as she was bending over the forward railing, keeping watch on the depths of the water. Now she was bent helplessly naked before him, and the slope of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump with a tiny indentation running down the middle. Her blonde hair was spilling all around her head, so he couldn't really see her face at all, but he was sure that she was feeling completely embarrassed by her lewdly degrading position. At that moment he felt she deserved it, and he ran his hands down over her smooth satiny back then under her ribs to her fully rounded young breasts hanging below. He gave them both a hungry squeeze, and the twitch in his cock reminded him to hurry up.
Tweaking the strained nipples at the hardened, pebble-like tips first, he then released her firmly resilient breasts, and moving his hands to her quivering smooth ovaled buttocks, he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the softly yielding crevice, spreading the lush white mounds wide apart. He could see the tiny orifice of her tight,-rosebud-like anus puckered and pink in the dull light, and it excited him so that he jerked his hips forward and thrust his throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that he couldn't possibly wait another minute.
"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He lewdly spat the words at her, wanting his young, proud wife to know that he meant business.
Vi thought she should scream out, wanting to tell him to stop treating her like a whore, but the words he used seemed to make her flesh cringe with licentiously renewed excitement The mixture of fear, anger and passion made her react immediately to his demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a debasing manner. She reached back under her softly dangling breasts, and groping momentarily, she found the hard shaft of his penis which probed between her soft sensitive inner thighs and closed her hand around it. She had rarely touched his cock before, and then it had been when she had no other choice. It felt as though it was pumping blood through his entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of hot, lustful semen. She tried hard to blank out her mind, forget the lewdly degrading position she was humped over in, but the feel of his throbbing hard penis made her quaking belly jerk with lewd arousal. She was sure that his rigidly swollen cock had never been so big before, and for a moment she hesitated to even put it against her excitedly hot vagina. Then she felt his hands squeezing painfully at her nakedly upturned buttock-cheeks, and she was reminded just how open she was to his lewd and intensive gaze.
"Do it, dammit! Put my cock in now!" he commanded again, his patience wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from climaxing all over her lusciously rounded white ass, she looked so frigging sexy. 'Her fingers wrapped coolly around his aching cock like pointed probes of deep, yet with-held sensation, and he arched his hips backwards to hurry her guidance to her moist hot little cunt.
"Come on! Come on!" He squeezed her soft, pliant flesh until he left white circles on her pink skin, like impressions of his fingers, she wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by both wanting to strike out at him and yet at the same time have his cock grinding around deep up inside her hungrily pulsating cuntal channel at its maximum depth!
Wriggling her buttocks involuntarily and shifting her position slightly, Yi placed the rubbery, purple, hardened tip against the soft, hair-lined folds of her wet vaginal opening, and she worked it like a lever to part the soft flanges of her hotly aroused cunt. When she had the thick head positioned over the tight little vertical mouth, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he drove forward, and hoping it would help, she kept her grip on the long, fleshy column of his thrusting cock flesh. Unconcerned, Stan suddenly shoved his hips forward, pushing the head of his penis into her moistly spreading cunt.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Vi readily screamed as the bloodfilled cock-head plundered into her not unready cunt like a vicious fist of steel. She gripped it tightly, hoping to restrain any further entry, and he did momentarily ease off, stopping when the head of his penis was wrapped tightly inside the hot, slick opening of her tightly locked little cuntal passage. He hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she tensed in automatic response. It only made it worse, as the sensations it gave her husband made him even more anxious to have the full hard throbbing length buried all the way up into the proud little bitch's warm, soft belly. He held back for only a second, then shoved his hips forward again, plowing further up inside the heat of her liquidly clutching vagina, the thick rubbery-like knob spreading the velvety walls of her aroused cunt like a bulldozer through sand. "Uuuuuuggghhh! Ooohhhh! Aaaaaaggghhh!" she moaned as if tutored in the art of bewailing, while he drove deeper and deeper into her helplessly expanding passage. He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his aching balls had become excruciating. He had to have his fire-ridden cock in her right away, all the way! He tried to hold back, forcing it in slowly, so she could adjust to the new angle of his penis, but it took more willpower than he had. He felt sure he would .climax before he reached warm, throbbing bottom, his aching cock throbbing and jerking lustfully from the mind-bending sensation of her tight, warm cuntal flesh snugly surrounding it. When she finally let go of his penis with her tiny hand, he was free to drive unimpeded into her depths, and slamming his hips forward with all his pent-up strength, he shoved his rock-hard cock into the length of her cunt-passage with flesh-tearing speed, until his hard, fermenting groin crashed into her smoothly rounded, upturned buttocks. The power of hjs thrust nearly lifted her clear of the bed, and she cried out in confused pain when he finally did hit velvety bottom. The sound of his pelvis slamming into her lush, soft white ass cheeks was lost even in the small room, and she thought her face was being driven to the floor, the impact was so great. The smooth rubbery head was pushing hard against her tender cervix like an angry and menacing weapon out to destroy her. He was still then for a moment, as if he were considering a reprieve, but after a second he suddenly flexed his huge cock, lurching all the way into her tenderly cringing young belly.
"Uuuuggghhh!" she grunted, feeling the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the nakedly spread crevice of her sensitive buttocks, and at the last of his long probe, his sperm-bloated balls swung forward to slap noisily up between her lewdly widespread thighs.
He couldn't wait one moment longer to give her a chance to adjust to his size, and he immediately began stroking in and out of her tightly clasping cuntal channel, the long hard charges pounding deep beyond her womb, brushing her cervix relentlessly. He stared down at her, bent over her curvaceousness, her sensuously white buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, her satin-smoothed back sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. His young wife was more sensual than he had ever remembered seeing her, and it made the cum in his seething balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and give himself the ultimate physical joy.
Never having been fucked at such a lewdly debased angle, Vi was horrified by the depth of his impalement into her, and she felt as if she had been morally, if not physically split apart. It shocked her to the point of almost destroying the hot passion he had brought out of her body a few minutes before. She thought she was simply being used, a receptacle for his lusting passion with no care or feeling or understanding. She was only a now-open cunt to be fucked like any common slut! She felt let down and deeply rejected, and she pressed her face hidingly into the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum into her right away, getting it over with.
Stan fucked his long cock diligently in and out of the tightly throbbing passage of her open pussy, his long-building lust completely taking over his reason. He wasn't going to settle for any halfway fuck ever again. He wanted to make her beg and plead for his cum, make her cry for him to pump his hot juices into her quivering seething belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure. He held her resilient white hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his thick cock deep inside her helplessly absorbing cunt. The ragged, flesh-rimmed, pink mouth was elastic-tight around his blood-engorged penis and when he shoved deep inside her belly, the flesh rolled with it in his pounding fury. His cum-inflated balls swung churningly forward between her widespread smooth ivory thighs to make loud smacks into the pink folds of her wet, flaccid, cuntal flesh where her tiny glistening clitoris quivered in unconscious excitement. Then, when he retreated, pulling his aching hardness out of her clasping well of passion, until only the swollen rubbery head remained pulsing inside the hot, tight opening, he held there for only an instant before driving into the slick moisture-coated walls of her hotly tingling cunt again. He smacked into her luscious ass with buttock-flattening lust, until her breasts shook like quivering mounds of jelly from the shock of it.
"Hooohhhhhh!" Vi moaned in spite of her desire to keep quiet. His huge, hardened cock felt like it was going to burrow right on past her hot quaking belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't deny the wildly erotic sensations that moved with it. Her swollen tingling breasts swung forward from the impact causing the hardened little nipples to graze tantalizingly across the. surface of the bed, and that added to the sensorial delights that somehow refused to diminish in her loins and belly. She kept telling herself over and over that she was being lowly debased by her own husband's cruel rape, but it didn't stop the strangely growing fire in the depths of her passion-inflamed womb. Her tiny palpitating clitoris was like a throbbing little demon in her. hot, wet cunt that wanted to be fed by his swinging, bloated balls every time he lunged into her, and the sensations from it seemed to race over the nerve-endings woven into the walls of her burning pussy, making her vibrantly alive, feeling the huge swelling cock that drove demandingly in and out of her. It was like some overwhelming delicious monster that could only be satisfied by her juices, like a blood-sucking vampire, and would settle for nothing less. It was frighteningly exhilarating!
She looked back under and between her full hanging breasts to see her lusting, hot cunt being truly violated by the thick driving column of cock-flesh. His penis seemed to withdraw until only the fiery hard tip of him remained inside her hotly clasping vagina, then it would smoothly dive back down the slick clutching channel, the lips of her cunt nibbling at it hungrily until it completely filled her tight sensuous passage. The crispness of his pubic hair was lewdly pushing into the crevice of her trembling buttocks with each hard lunge and she felt a lust-inspired sensation of basic desire that seemed to travel to the prickling top of her head. Her tightly pampered cunt was being plowed apart with thoughtless long hard thrusts of her husband's hotly demanding cock, and she could feel the forcibly subjective joy of it in her insanely grinding loins.
Feeling the gradual motion around his driving cock-shaft, Stan excitedly realized that he was beginning to get through to his wife, and he concentrated hard to keep his churning hot cum from finally bursting out. He wanted to save it until she begged, and yet he knew that he would have to work faster if he was going to last much longer. Slowly, her lovely, whitely ovaled buttocks began to rotate in lustful response to his hard forward surges, and then, to test her he momentarily held back. Her rounded, animated buttocks seemed to jump backward when his aching cock didn't plunge back inside right away, and it so excited him that he ruthlessly started sawing in and out with ever-increasing speed. God, her ass had come to life! She was actually fucking him back! He could see the muscles in her breathtaking ass-cheeks flexing each time that he withdrew as if to suck his swollen hard, cock back inside, and he moved his hands over the twin white mounds, placing his thumbs down into the pliant, smooth crevice that divided them. Spreading the ovaled cheeks wide apart, he saw her tiny, brownish pink anus, puckering and working fervidly with each stroke of his rigid plundering cock in her inflamed pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he worked his eager finger down into the smooth hairless crevice, then placed his middle finger tip against the tiny puckered hole. Slowly, he began to probe and worm it into the tight, elastic-tike flesh.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh! God! Stan... What are you doing? Oooouuuuu!" Vi was confused by the mixed sensations of pleasure-pain she was feeling as she grunted in almost masochistic helplessness, still she raised her excitedly undulating buttocks to the lewdly worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage with a new wave of salacious passion sweeping through her. The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open with an obscene sucking sound that licentiously thrilled her, though at first she felt nothing but pain. It was unnatrual, lewd and indecent; yet somehow it still seemed to be so wickedly right! He shoved deeper, into his first knuckle, and instead of lurching away, she screwed her newly lust-fired buttocks back onto it! He accommodated her eagerness by shoving his middle finger deep into her rectum, and she gasped wantonly ... gradually becoming adjusted to the unnatural invasion, feeling an almost wanted pleasure-pain, though she told herself she was doing it to pacify his lust.
"Oooouuuuu! UUUgghhh! Oooohhhhhh!" She grunted over and over as the turning, rotating finger drove in to the hilt, and she shoved back against it lewdly, while at the same time she tried to absorb more of his hot throbbing cock deep into her suddenly screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard into the rubbery anal passage until he could drive it no further, and the second shaft in her body was like an added penis to her unlocked ecstasy. She defensively decided she might just as well be the whore she was being treated like, and she lewdly raised her now excitedly grinding buttocks back up to his twin assault to take his extended finger and swollen hard cock deep inside her passion-inflamed belly.
Stan could feel his torturously hardened, skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her back channel from her cuntal passage as he wormed his finger around the depths of her hotly clasping little rectum, and each twist made his lovely young wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding her white rounded buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her supposedly tormented ass now an inferno of obvious sensual pleasure.
Vi was suddenly aware that she was nearing an experience she had never known in sex before! It was like an acceleration toward an unknown point, but whatever it was, she knew then, that it had to be sheer ecstasy. The words from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, like it was someone else doing the screaming!
It was more than he could stand. The lewd words coming from his proud young wife's throat were lashing sexual stimuli, making his lust go completely out of control. He had never seen such raw sensuality in her before, and in spite of his efforts to hold back, he was suddenly insane with raw, animal passion. His churning, cum-swollen balls felt like they were ballooning out of his scrotum as his sperm made the maddeningly sensational dash up his elongated cock-shaft. The head of his huge penis pulsed inside her own wetly pulsating passage as he drove his never-before throbbing cock to maximum depth, and his hot semen burst like a shot from the inflamed dilated tip. He was lost in the incredible sensations of his own climax as the white, hot cum fired repeatedly into the seething base of her quivering belly.
"Ooohh! Waitttt! Nooooo!" She was enraged, she had wanted finally to attain that ultimate state of sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that night to be within her reach, and he was climaxing too soon. The liquid, fiery heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions was pleasure, yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. The hot cum wasn't pushing her that little extra distance she had to go before she, too, could feel the heat of explosion.
Suddenly, she was nothing but a receptacle again, a hole for him to use as an animal would, and she felt defeated and deflated all at once.
Stan continued hammering into her automatically clutching cunt as his hot sperm filled her trembling belly with its hot wet stickiness. He kept his finger buried deep in her rectum, reveling in the pleasures that streamed through his shuddering body. He felt sure that Vi had reached an orgasm too, as she ground back against his spewing cock until the last drop of his cum was fired.
When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her still-burning body, and she felt even more debased and degraded than she had before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, kneeling down like a bitch-dog while he rammed his cock into her cunt, but it was also the fact that she had allowed him to do it, even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless anus. It was too vile and lewd to even think about!
After a moment, Stan, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her heated rectum, and then rolled off her body, his cock making a wet whooshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled little cunt. He laid beside her exhausted, satisfied in his mistaken belief that he had accomplished what he'd intended to do.
Vi couldn't move for fear she would have to look him in the eye, as she knew that she would shamefully ask him to do it all over again. She wanted more, the opportunity to know the heights she'd almost attained, and such thinking was not only vile, but wrong. By the time she fell asleep, her belly still on fire, she had only succeeded in becoming even angrier with her sex-maniac husband.
Chapter Four
Vi awakened early, a wide smile on her pretty face, and for a few moments she felt gay and happy. The houseboat seemed to roll with a gentle motion, and it soothed her, as if she was being rocked in a cradle. For a minute she just laid still on her stomach, enjoying the sensation of waking up to a pleasant day. Then she realized that she was totally naked, and the memory of what had happened the previous night came back to her with a shocking jolt.
Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see that her husband was still fast asleep beside her, and she shivered, feeling the nearly dried stickiness of his cum still clinging to her satin-soft inner thighs. She had been like an animal, but he had been even worse! All of the anger she had felt came back to her, and she wanted to get away from Stan before he woke up. It was broad daylight, and she was wantonly lying on the bed in total undress.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb the bed, she rolled off the side onto her feet. All she could think about was getting a shower to clean away any reminders of what had occurred, and picking up her swim suit on the way, she slowly walked out into the narrow hallway, then opened the door into the tiny bathroom. It had been a surprise to her when first getting onto the houseboat to find a shower, a convenience she hadn't thought likely to find. It was extremely small, but it even had hot water, though limited in supply. It served the purpose, however, and she stepped under the shower head before turning on the faucets. The water was cold, and it shocked her fully awake, but after a moment hot water began pouring out, and she immediately began to soap her entire body.
The warm water splashing against her naked body felt good, and she was reminded of the sensations she'd had the previous night, while her husband's lust hardened young cock was sliding in and out of her passionately excited cunt. She had for the first time discovered a pleasure beyond anything she'd known, yet she had been left with it unfulfilled and incomplete. She was shamed by her own actions, and angry with the way she'd been treated, but in the back of her mind she was pleased with the discovery she'd made. She wanted secretly to know more, to feel and touch that height of erotic pleasure that had been so near and sensational.
Her belly quivered heatedly just thinking about it, and she realized that her aroused vagina was becoming moist with something other than the water of the shower. She wondered if Stan had done something to her that made a change in her body, as the thought of having his long, thiek cock pounding in and out of her tingling vagina again was exhilerating to her. Closing her eyes to create a mental darkness, she narcissistically slid her hand, palm flat against her smooth flesh, toward the curving space between her inner thighs. The water cascaded over her shoulders, running in a heavy stream down over her nipple-hardened breasts and belly to the space her hand was heading for. She trembled in the warm water from the desire she felt building within her innermost self, and she was helpless to stop her fingers from working down over the puffy silkiness of her pubic mound, then parting the soft fleshy lips of her quivering vagina. Her tiny clitoris seemed to extend out to make contact with her fingers, and she touched it, thrilling in the sensation that slammed through her body like a bolt of lightning.
What had Stan done to make her feel this way? She couldn't understand why her excited, tremulous body felt so weak and helpless as her fingers played over and over the nerve-end bud of her erect little clitoris. She imagined that her husband was again lustfully playing with her there, and she remembered how his hot breath had stimulated fyer so magnificently as he moved his face closer to her moistened, open vagina. God, what if she had let him put his hot, wet tongue against her aroused sensitive cunt? The searing, moist tip like a snake would have lashed across her tiny clitoris, then even possibly pushed down into the liquid pink folds to probe enthrallingly into the very opening of her burning pussy. She probably would have gone insane from the erotic sensations; she was sure! Almost oblivious to the shower, Vi breathlessly slid her extended middle finger down the pink valley of her wet tingling vagina until it was tremblingly poised over the tight ovaled mouth of her raw sensuously rekindled cunt. As if drawn by some magnetic force, she lewdly pushed her finger tip against the tight nibbling passage; and it easily slipped inside. It had gone that far, so she drove it the full length up into the velvety depths of her suddenly hotly secreting vagina. Her palm was pressed flat against the curve of her open, flaccid pussy, and she gasped out loud from the sensation she felt. Her knees began to shake, and she wanted to lie down right there, driving her finger in and out of her seething wet cunt until her whole sensuously inflamed body erupted with the ultimate violence of orgasm. But, her finger wasn't enough of what she really wanted; it felt puny and inadequate in comparison with the hardness of her husband's long, thick cock ...
It happened suddenly, at least so she thought, but the effect was enough to jolt her out of her sexual indulgence. The water turned cool, and it was like a shock of awareness pouring over her quiveringly excited body. Pulling her finger from her desire-fired vagina quickly, she reddened with embarrassment, although she was all alone. What had come over her? She had never done anything as foolish and lewdly vile to herself before. She was acting like a whore, a nymphomaniac, a bitch!
Moving under the cold stream of water, Vi turned off the faucets, and trying not to look at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, she hurriedly toweled herself with vigorous strokes. Not bothering to dry her hair, she grabbed her swim suit and slipped it on. She wanted to get outside before Stan woke up, or there would be no telling how she might act.
Opening the door, she listened for a moment to see if Stan was awake, but hearing nothing more than rhythmic breathing, she concluded he was still fast asleep. She walked to the galley, pausing for a moment to get herself a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator, then taking the filled glass with her, she walked to the chair where she'd left her large towel the previous day. Picking up the towel, she spotted Stan's watch hung over one of the boat controls, and she glanced at it, wondering what time it was. She was shocked to discover it was nearly noon! It didn't seem like she had slept so late, and she checked the wrist-watch to make sure it was running. Must have been something in the air, she decided, and she started out to the forward deck. The table and chairs were just as they had left them the night before, champagne bottle and glasses standing like a symbolic tribute to her undoing that never quite came off. The rest of the dinner dishes were still in the galley waiting to be washed, but she decided to leave everything as it was. For the moment she was only interested in getting out in the sun, and having the opportunity to think clearly about all that had happened. She was sure that Stan would be awake soon, and she was not at the moment looking forward to facing him. She diverted her eyes from the table on the forward deck, and looking down she walked slowly around to the back deck and the ladder leading to the roof of the cabin. She climbed the ladder carefully, knowing that Stan was sleeping only a few inches away on the other side of the wall, so when she reached the top, she stepped lightly until she was at the far end of the roof-deck. Only then did she actually look out at the surrounding terrain, and she realized something was blatantly different. They were no longer alone.
She wondered how she had missed noticing the other houseboat tied up near the beach when she first walked outside, as the craft was easily twice as large as their own. It was rather disturbing to have neighbors intruding upon a place she had considered special, and she guessed that the spot was not such a mystery after all. It was still early summer, and she figured the houseboating season was only just getting under way. Somehow it disheartened her to think of the small lagoon being rilled with houseboats and people.
Staring out across the water at the other houseboat, she wondered who it was that had come in so early that morning, and apparently so quietly. She had not heard anything that sounded vaguely like another boat, but then she remembered that she had been sleeping very soundly, too. Yet, she wondered also why she wasn't hearing any sounds then from the other boat, as a boat that size had to be carrying a large family. But, there were no children or dogs in sight, only the large hulk of a two story houseboat, and the occupants had to be sleeping or gone.
She stopped staring, spreading her towel out on the deck, a funny feeling of disappointment in the pit of her belly. She had thought they would be staying in the lagoon for a few days at least, but with the new intruders, she hoped that they would leave that day. It wouldn't be the same with a boatload of neighbors.
Lying down on her stomach, Vi let the warmth of the sun become the dominant thought in her mind. Her hair needed drying for one thing, and then, too, she had more important things to think about than some big old houseboat.
Chapter Five
When Ed Rockton made the tricky maneuver of his-houseboat into the small channel earlier that morning, he had expected to find the "fun spot" empty of other craft. After motoring to the lagoon and seeing the small houseboat moored at the far end, he had called excitedly to Luci, "Hey, baby! We're not the only ones here!"
Luci joined him in the wheel-house, her robe flying open to expose her naked body as she hurried to see what her husband was yelling about. "Well 111 be!" she announced seeing the other craft.
"Should I give them a blast?" He reached for the button that sounded the very loud horn he had installed in the boat.
"Wait, Ed! What if they're not club members?" Luci said quickly, her hand covering his before he pressed the button. She didn't think any of the other club members would be arriving there so early.
"Who else could it be?" he asked, seriously. He was remembering how they all had to be so careful in calculating the spot where the inlet was, and then, too, every year at least one of the boats ended up beached in the process of trying to maneuver into the inlet. "Nobody else knows about this spot other than club members!"
"Maybe... up until now!" she answered. "Why don't we just wait and see?"
Ed had agreed, and he had gone ahead and moored his houseboat about fifty yards away from the other, just to keep a safe distance. Luci had put a possible notion into his head, and he was willing to go along with her idea. She may have been right- after all, and neither of them liked the idea of strangers being at the club's "fun spot". He hoped it wasn't true, as they would have to be chased out, or the week would be ruined.
Ed and Luci took turns keeping the pair of binoculars on the other houseboat from the privacy of the living room. Luci had been watching the boat for a long time, and she was beginning to get a little disgusted. She suggested fixing something to eat or drink to Ed just so he would relieve her from the task of watching through the binoculars. He ordered a salty dog, then picked up the binoculars to scout the boat. Luci hadn't brought him the drink yet, when he thought he saw something moving in the little craft. He focused the binoculars on the front end, just as someone appeared at the doorway to the deck.
"Whhoooiiieeee! Hot-dog, baby! I think we've got a hot one..." he yelled. "Look at that tight little ass, will ya!"
Luci ran over to the window where Ed was up against the glass with the binoculars. "Who is it? A club member? Ed Let me see!"
"Wait a minute ... wait a minute... she's going around to the back of the boat... can't see her now ... wait! There she is ... she climbed up onto the roof... whooieeeee! What a body!"
Luci literally jerked the binoculars away from her excited husband. "Damnit! Who is it?" she yelled, trying to locate the other houseboat through the glasses. She finally was able to zero in on the girl, just as she was spreading a towel out on the deck. Ed was right, Luci thought, the girl was really sharp ... too sharp!
"Don't know her, Ed! She's not one of us, I'm sure of it!" she said, emphatically. She kept the binoculars on the girl as she stretched out on her belly on the roof of the boat, then she handed them back to her husband.
"I know... I can see that! I'd certainly remember her if she was in the group!" he said grabbing the field glasses and focusing them in on the giii. "Sun-bathing... hummmmmm! Wonder where her husband is?" he pointedly added.
"She's probably another one of those single chicks! Remember lover boy, if she's without a husband for me, no messing around!" Luci returned to the bar where she had left the half-made drinks. She was almost certain that the girl on the other houseboat had a husband, but she was glad for the opportunity to make a barbed comment to Ed. It was insurance of sorts. Buying his assistance in getting the couple so excited over discovering the girl. It was like he was a little boy playing a game, only the stakes in his game were very much adult, "listen, lover, I think we should go easy on this one ... remember the rest of the club members could be arriving here at any time, and if we can't score immediately with the strangers, well it could spoil our whole week!"
Ed set the binoculars down as he took the drink from his wife, and he smiled up at her in a way she fully understood. She was right of course, but the fun of finding a new couple, and making it with them, was not an easy thing to pass up. All the same, he decided to go slow and easy, at least at first.
"Suppose you and I have a barbecue lunch on the beach this afternoon, baby? That way we might draw them out without approaching them ourselves. What do you say?" He took a sip of his drink, knowing that his sexy wife would be more than cooperative.
"I say you're an old lecher!" she replied, then added; "but I agree with your tactics... it might just work!"
"Vi?"
Stan was climbing up the ladder to the roof-deck, and she considered the possibility of pretending to be asleep. She wasn't yet ready to face Stan. Not after the way things had gone the previous night, but she knew it was senseless to try to fool him. She rolled over onto her back as he stepped onto the deck, and she had to shield her eyes from the sun in order to look at him.
"Wow! Really slept well... did you see that we have some new neighbors?" He pointed out toward the large houseboat, as if Vi could have missed it.
"It's too bad, isn't it... " she answered, sarcastically. Seeing him standing there in his swim trunks made her angry all over again, and she felt like telling him off for what he'd done to her last night.
"Looks like it's only a couple... that's a lot of boat for two people!" Stan said, ignoring her comment.
Vi turned to see what he was talking about. It didn't make sense to her that he would know who was on the boat. The boat still looked deserted, and she was about to ask him how he knew who belonged with it, when she saw the smoke from a fire on the beach: From her angle it was difficult to make out any details, but it was obvious there was a couple preparing to cook something over a fire.
"I didn't notice them leaving the boat... must have been dozing," she said. She didn't really care who the people were, as she was only interested in leaving the place now that others were also there.
Stan was curious, but he decided not to let on to Vi. She was obviously not in the same mood she'd been in the night before. "I was going to take a swim ... why don't you join me?"
She turned around again to look at him, and she thought quickly for an excuse to say no. If she stayed around him too long at that moment, she was sure she would not be able to contain her temper.
"I just got my hair dry ..." she said running her fingers up through the long silky strands. "I don't want to get it wet again ..."
"Okay." Stan knew better than to pursue it any further, and he turned to go back down the ladder. He didn't want her to see the disappointment in his face, as it was suddenly apparent to him that she hadn't changed after all. She was still the same uptight woman she'd been before he'd fucked her from behind last night, and he had been wrong thinking otherwise. It was deflating, as he wasn't sure he was up to making the effort to get through to her all over again.
Vi felt terribly guilty as she watched her husband disappear down the ladder. She was confused by the mixed emotions she felt,, wanting to be both angry and conciliatory at the same time. She started to call after him, wanting to ask him to take, her to bed and fuck her until she screamed with joy, but she caught herself, remembering that such a suggestion was wanton to be so brazen, and she turned over on her stomach, trying to blot out the tingling sensation that was growing again in her belly. She just couldn't understand what made her feel this way.
Hearing a splash, she raised her head up slightly to see what it was, and she saw Stan swimming in the river toward the beach. So he was going over to the spot where the couple was preparing a meal, she thought. Somehow the idea of his doing that made her mad again, and she quickly forgot about the burning sensation in her loins. She wanted to leave the place, in spite of the fact that they would probably not find another like it during .the whole vacation, but he was swimming to the beach to make friends with the strangers. If they were half-way nice, she knew that Stan would want to stay on there.
Keeping her chin down on the towel in case Stan would turn around and look back at her, she watched as he swam slowly to the beach. In a few moments he was standing up out of the water, and the man on the beach was walking toward Stan, his hand gesturing like he should come to where they were cooking. Stan did turn and look back at her, but she was sure that he didn't know she was watching, and then he waded onto the beach, shaking the water from his arMs. In another moment he was standing next to the man from the large houseboat, and they were both animatedly talking. Stan kept shaking his head as if to say no, but the man was apparently being very insistant. He turned around and called out something that Vi couldn't hear, but then she realized that he had been calling to his wife. A very attractive woman appeared from behind a screen of reeds, and even at that distance Vi could see that the woman was indeed sexy. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, and Vi knew that Stan's eyes had to be popping out of his head. Both her husband and the man walked to where the woman was standing, and Stan took the woman's hand, shaking it almost too vigorously. Vi hated the woman right then!
It was apparent they had invited Stan to eat with them, and it made Vi so mad, she stood up on. the deck, taking her towel up with her in an angry sweep. She wasn't about to lay there watchmg as he ate with the strangers, and she headed for the ladder to go below and fix herself the best meal they had on board.
Chapter Six
It was getting late, too late, Vi realized, and she felt disappointed that they were not going to be leaving the lagoon that day. She knew that they would hardly have time to make the main river before dark if they left right then, and Stan still wasn't back from the beach. No, leaving that day was out of the question, and it made her madder with each passing moment.
In the back of her mind she had hoped they would again find a very private and secluded sanctuary where Stan might again romance her with champagne on the forward deck. That wasn't possible if they stayed, she was sure, so all she could do was get mad and depressed. She had spent the afternoon cleaning up around the houseboat as if she had to get things put away for traveling, but Stan just stayed away the whole time. It seemed twice as long as it actually was, and the heat of the afternoon made it even more unbearable.
She didn't want to go outside for fear of appearing like she was spying on her husband to the strangers, and inside the small cabin, the heat was much worse. There was hardly a breeze, and the air seemed to weigh heavily all around her as she set about cleaning up. She had stayed in her swimsuit in an effort to remain cool, but even it seemed to be too much clothing. If the other people weren't around she might go naked, but then she knew that if the others weren't around, she'd probably not be working so furiously inside. She wanted to stay calm and collected, but she was fighting a losing battle. By the time Stan finally returned to the boat, she was considering not talking to him.
He came on board dripping wet from the swim, and he excitedly called her name as if something impossible had happened. He didn't notice the cold stare his wife was giving him as he was bursting with the news of his day.
"Darling! You'll never believe who those people are. It was a stroke of luck like never before! Imagine! In a place like this!" he called, gesturing around with his wet arms.
Vi of course didn't know what he was talking about, but he spoke so fast she couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway. She just grew progressively madder as he dripped water all over her freshly cleaned room.
"Honey, do you realize who that man is? And he called himself a simple carpenter! Brother! He is really modest. You should have come over to the beach, but they're both dying to meet you ... Tomorrow ... You can meet them then. It's really important that you make a nice impression, although I know you will... This calls for a drink!" he concluded, heading for the cabinet where he stored the liquor.
She realized that he had already had a few drinks by the way he continued babbling, but her curiosity Was aroused despite her anger. It had to be something to get him that worked up, and she tried to reason with him so that she could understand what he was talking about. "You haven't yet told me who they are!" she exclaimed the moment he fell silent.
"I haven't? Oh... Nobody ... Nobody but Ed Rockton and his rather gorgeous wife, that's who!"
The last part of his comment made her mad, so she screamed out her words. "So, who are they?" She was furious for being forced to play his silly drunken guessing game, but all she could think to do was sit down in a chair with her arms folded in front of her.
"Who the hell? Christ! He's only one of the biggest developers in the whole state ... That's who!" He was so stunned that she didn't know who Ed Rockton was that he'd stopped, frozen in the middle of taking a bottle of vodka down from the shelf. When she said nothing he moved again, taking a glass with him over to the small sink. He went on as he was pouring out a stiff drink. "I only casually mentioned that I was an architect, and you know what he said? He said that he was always looking for young imaginative and independent architects, and that he would be very interested in looking over some of my plans! How about that!"
It dawned on her why Stan was so elated, and she suddenly couldn't find the strength to be mad. It was only natural that he would be excited, and also very late in returning to the boat. He had by chance run into a man who could give him the very position that he had always dreamed about, and Vi could not find the cruelty within herself to pop his balloon. She was ready to celebrate his chance fortune with him, and she stood up from the chair and openly smiled at him.
"Don't I get a drink, too? I mean if we are going to celebrate your luck together!" she said. "It's on the way," Stan smiled, pleased that she was happy. He felt like things would work out between them after all. "Honey, you should see the inside of their houseboat! It's really something. He had it custom-designed just for him, and I'll tell you whoever did it was no amateur. It's big and roomy and expensively furnished. Doesn't seem at all like you're on board a boat!" He brought the drink over to where Vi had remained standing, and handing her the glass, he clicked" his against it so hard that it sounded like it would break. "To the future!"
"To the future ..." she repeated, but she was thinking about something other than Stan. After taking a sip from her glass, she set it down and walked into the galley. "Dinner's almost ready ... I hope you feel like eating?"
"Mmmmm? Oh, sure," he answered, his thoughts obviously elsewhere.
Vi set the dinner out on the table on the forward deck as Stan continued talking about all that had transpired that afternoon. She was too busy getting dinner served to do anything more than nod and gesture in response to his statements, but she knew that he was hardly noticing her anyway. Stan made no mention of the food he'd eaten on the beach with the Rocktons until after they were sitting down to eat, and then he described in detail all the things Luci Rockton had served. To Vi it was as if he was not satisfied with her simple meal, and gradually she began to feel unimportant. By the time they had finished, she was sick and tired of hearing about Luci Rockton, and she thought she would blow up if she didn't get away from her husband's incessant chatter. The last thing she wanted to do was show her anger, for she was sure he would only take it as a sign of jealousy in his state.
When she went in to get coffee and dessert, she took her time, as she was not anxious to return to the forward deck to listen to more descriptions of Luci. But then her stalling became obvious, and it took all of her willpower not to break down crying right then and there. Instead, she just suddenly announced that she was hot, and leaving the dessert and coffee on the table in front of Stan, she stepped off the boat into the water.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he yelled after her.
"Going for a swim!"
The full moon was up, and the coolness of the water made Vi immediately feel better. She was glad that she had kept her swimsuit on, as she couldn't think of any other means of getting away from Stan for a few minutes, except swimming. After swimming several yards away from the houseboat, she turned over onto her back to see what he was doing, and she saw that he was apparently unconcerned about her sudden decision. He was eating the dessert as if nothing had happened, so she turned over again and began swimming in earnest.
She had a lot to think about, and. the water in the moonlight seemed the ideal place. It was refreshing to feel the cool liquid surrounding her body as she swam, and it began to take on a stimulating reality in her mind. It seemed to caress her everywhere, and it was pleasant to feel so buoyant. She realized it was the first time she had left the houseboat since they had tied up in the lagoon, and in spite of the fact that it was night, the moonlight illuminated the area enough to inspire her to go exploring.
She was fascinated by the dune-like beach so she swam toward it, the sand seeming pure white in the moonlight. It looked so clean and private, she thought it was the ideal spot to relax and think. When she could touch bottom, Vi waded out of the river, and she was glad the night air was still warm. The sand actually felt hot under her bare feet, and she shook the water from her arms and legs as she strolled up the beach toward the woods. Coming upon a thick patch of grass-like reeds, she turned to her right, walking farther down the beach. She had to zig-zag her course to avoid the occasional outcropping of the tall reeds, and as she turned back toward the water to go around one of them, she wondered if Stan could see her from the boat. The lights were on in the living area, and Stan wasn't out on the forward deck. She figured that he had gone inside for a moment, and realizing that he could in fact see her from the deck, she decided to take the opportunity to disappear. There was a close-by patch of sand surrounded by the tall reeds, and she walked to it and sat down. The tall grass shielded her from view of the houseboat, and she found that it made her feel very secure. It was as if she was on her own little private island where she could do anything she wished when she wanted. The warm night air had dried her quickly, so she put her arms behind her head and laid back on the warm sand.
She didn't know what made her think of it, perhaps her still-wet bathing suit, but she was suddenly remembering how Stan's hot breath had felt against her excited naked vagina. He had been so close to her sensual private part, and she had turned him away, even though she had really wanted him to lick her there. Just thinking about it made her tiny clitoris start to tingle again, and she realized how hypocritical she had been the night before. She had denied herself pleasure that she'd wanted, and even worse than that, she had made Stan feel bad for wanting to give her that pleasure. She had really been unfair to both him and herself, and she thought her actions had actually been selfish and cruel. She hadn't considered his feelings at the time, but in retrospect, she could more clearly see it. The net result had been like leaving half a job done, and it was she who had to pay for it. She' knew that she would have been expected to repay his actions with some of her own, but there on the beach she couldn't see any harm in doing it. The method may have been repulsive in her mind, but she couldn't deny that she was feeling a pleasureful stimulating sensation from it. It had in fact been on her mind all day, and at that very moment it was making her wish she could be doing it all over again.
Moving her hand to the area between her inner thighs as if to check on the dampness of her swimsuit, Vi touched the surface of the material, and she felt the contact of her hand against, her aroused nerve-end, even through the swimsuit It felt good, and she let her hand linger there, her finger pressing harder and harder into the narrow crevice of her pussy through the material. The hot throbbing sensation raced upward infusingly through her belly, igniting a flame that burned hotter than she could control.
She needed the complete experience she had almost attained with her husband the night before, and she wanted it bad. She felt in a world apart, and she lifted her firm rounded buttocks up from the sand, slipping her fingers under the elastic top of her swimsuit panties. She started to roll the damp material down over her smoothly arched hips when she was frozen by the sound of human voices. It was as if someone was standing right next to her, and she looked around frantically, expecting that she had been discovered in a compromised position.
She could see no one, and for a moment, she began to think she had only imagined the sound when the voices came again, only louder. This time she was sure of it, and she thought the voices had come from the other side of the patch of reeds on her left. Although she was a little frightened by the closeness of people, she couldn't resist the urge to see who belonged to the voices.
Moving cautiously, she quietly inched closer to the row of tall grass, and finding a spot where it thinned out over a slight rise in the sand, she carefully moved the few stalks apart. She was startled to discover that she had picked a spot to peer through that was hardly a few feet away from the people, and more surprising than that, it was a couple stretched out on a blanket, both completely naked! She was afraid to move for fear the people would discover her as she was sure she could reach out and touch the man's buttocks, he was so close. Her eyes were all that moved, shifting back and forth from the man to the, woman, her natural curiosity making her wonder who they were. The woman looked like Luci Rockton, Vi was almost certain, as even though she had only seen her from a distance earlier that day, there was just no mistaking the woman's sexy body. It was the man that she wasn't sure about, as he somehow didn't fit the picture she had of Ed Rockton. He looked thinner than the man she had seen that afternoon on the beach greeting her husband. He had his back to her, but she saw that his muscles were pronounced and strong, his whole body looking tan from top to bottom. His hair was light and sandy looking, and she could have-sworn that Ed Rockton had dark hair, yet she guessed that the man had to be him as there were no other people around.
Shifting her gaze back to the woman, Vi looked her over carefully, wondering what she possessed that had made Stan talk incessantly about her. It was true she was a strikingly beautiful woman, and she looked particularly sensual in the moonlight. She was lying on her side with one shapely white leg bent at the knee, and Vi could see the soft silken triangle of her sparsely curling pubic hair. She was moving her legs up and down along the blanket as if to stroke it, and her hands were out toward the man. Vi caught a vocal gasp before it came from her. mouth as she suddenly realized that the woman was fondling the man's loins.
Vi turned her head away from the slight division in the grass, knowing she should somehow steal away and leave the couple with their privacy. It was wrong to be watching them from a hidden vantage point, and yet the idea of being able to observe without being seen herself was too tempting to pass up. She felt compelled to stay put, her curiosity getting the better of her judgment. Knowing it was wrong, she nonetheless turned her head back toward the opening in the reeds, telling herself that she was only going to be sure that she had seen correctly. It was, she reasoned, an opportunity to find out what Stan's future possible employer was really like, and that maybe there would be something that came out of her observations which would make him have second thoughts. What she saw then began to give her second thoughts.
The man had rolled onto his back, his head propped on a large beach-type plastic pillow, and seeing his face surprised her. He didn't look at all like she had thought, and she was momentarily wondering how he could have looked so different from a distance, but she stopped wondering about that when the woman suddenly spoke.
"You have a handsome cock," she said, and Vi shifted her eyes to the man's groin, feeling her heart pounding as she stared at the stranger's exposed nakedness. The woman, Luci Rockton, was now kneeling beside the man, and her small slender hand was wrapped tightly around his. erect hard penis! Its thickened head seemed to glow purple even in the pale light of the moon, and Vi thought it looked even bigger than her husband's. The vein-lined, fleshy hardness was throbbing and tall, standing straight up from his bushy pelvis like a totem pole. The narrow slit at the very tip seemed to open and close as the woman's hand lewdly stroked the member evenly from around the thick base, his tannish pubic hair flattening against his groin as she worked her hand slowly up and down again and again. The man was staring down at the woman, a cool glare in his eyes from the manipulations of his long rigid cock, and Vi breathlessly guessed that the woman was about to take the man's desire-hardened penis into her mouth!
God! she thought, it was wrong to be spying like a sick voyeur on the naked couple as she was, but her brain whirled with visions of forbidden sexual encounters the likes of which she had never dreamed possible. She had to see if the wanton acting woman could really do such a base animal thing as take the man's penis right into her mouth! ft couldn't really be true, she thought, but in the next moment she found she was wrong!
Luci was emitting a groan of lascivious pleasure, and she leaned, toward the thick jutting rod of blood-filled hard flesh until her large nipple-hardened white breasts were swaying just above the huge pole. She moved lower, positioning her resilient, hanging breasts until they were on either side of his throbbing penis, and squeezing them lewdly around it like she was making a sandwich, she began to stroke the long thick column of his hardened penis with her warm pliant flesh. The purple head of his long jerking penis disappeared into the smooth deep valley between her lush rounded breasts then reappeared as she moved her upper torso up and down. Vi saw that the berry-like nipples of her manipulating supple breasts were erect and pink in the moonlight, and the whole scene seemed to be a strange, licentiously abandoned ritual the woman was performing over the man's huge idol-like phallus. He had a fixed smile on his face as he stared at his throbbing cock being obscenely massaged by the naked woman's large enveloping white breasts, but he suddenly arched his hips up, forcing the bulbous head of his pulsating cock to nearly touch the woman's chin. She backed off for a moment then opened her lovely mouth forming an "O" with her moist red-rimmed lips and bending down slightly, she suddenly flicked her tiny tongue out at the turgid glistening head of his throbbing cock.
For an instant the whole bizarre scene tilted crazily before her eyes, and Vi felt faint. It was just too unbelievable, seeing not arm's-length away from her own body the nakedly lewd sexual play of a couple of strangers. She knew she should leave then and return to her houseboat and Stan, but she was held by the salacity of the spell-binding sight, almost as if she were being forced to witness it.
The man's breast-engulfed massive cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of the woman's obscenely laving tongue. She licked hungrily up and down the full length of his throbbing penis occasionally stopping to flick out wantonly across the very tip where tiny drops of his passion-oozing semen appeared. It was as if she were whipping the hard genital flesh into submissiveness as she lustfully painted it over with her warm glistening saliva. When the man moaned like a beaten animal, she withdrew her lashing wet tongue and lowered her head until the thick moistened tip of his penis disappeared slowly up inside the woman's roundly ovaled lips. Instantly, she started sucking and licking at his cock as if it were an ice-cream cone, while one of her small hands stroked the jerking penis around its wide-solid base. Then she did something that Vi could hardly believe.
The woman bobbed her head down, whimpering sensually at the same time, and she took nearly the whole length of the man's long thick cock into her sucking throat! Her white-skinned cheeks bloated out and drew in as she sucked in sluttish fury on the solid pole of hardened male flesh, and when she raised her head up again, she left a trail of white teeth marks along half its thick, rigid length. Then picking up a rhythm, her head bounced up and down licentiously on the man's straining cock, her soft lipstick-rimmed lips tightly rolling in and out as she ardently sucked with all her might. She began to massage the soft skin of his sperm-weighted balls with her other hand, and she was caught up in obvious sexual frenzy that became more and more intense with each passing second. Without breaking her timing, Luci moved around until her knees invitingly straddled either side of the passion-dazed man's face, her open wet vagina clearly exposed to Vi's view.
Her own heart was pounding so fast, Vi thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears. Unconsciously, she began to rub her tingling thighs together, acting like hot, velvety pincers on the swollen flushed lips of her vagina. It was almost as if she had Stan's head up between her legs again, his hot breath blowing passionately across her aroused tiny clitoris like a santanic wind from hell.
The man didn't have to raise his head an inch from the pillow as the woman lewdly spread her knees until his opened mouth was pressed into the soft delicate pink flesh of her wet, glistening cunt Almost instantly, his long masculine tongue flicked out into the fleece surrounded mound, and the woman wiggled her lush, spread buttocks in eager response to the lascivious pleasure. He reached around her firm smooth thighs with both arms, and digging his fingers into the crevice of her round white buttocks, he spread the twin mounds wide apart as though to gain better access for his wildly flicking tongue.
Vi felt an awakening shudder of pure sensuality run up her spine as the tiny puckered ring of the woman's tight little anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the brownish-pink ridges of rubbery flesh lewdly expand and contract in the pale light. Below it, she watched the man's long slashing tongue moving in the pink wet crevice of the naked girl's obscenely spread vagina, and it suddenly disappeared into the moist sensitive opening, driving deep into the woman's moistly receptive cunt Somehow Vi could imagine how that slicing hot tongue would feel pushing into her own sensuously incited pussy, and she thought she would go insane with the billows of lust that were taking hold of her own burning body.
The woman moaned from deep in her greedily sucking throat without taking her slaving mouth from around the thick rigid column of cock-flesh, and she seemed to suck harder, the passion in her belly growing with obviously mounting pleasure from the deliciously inspiring tongue-fucking the man was giving her. They were locked together in the salaciously exciting position, the woman above the man, nakedly rolling and jerking as he was arching up, driving his huge hardened cock into her voraciously sucking mouth. The tempo was increasing constantly as they moved in the sensual oral-fucking of each other's pleasure-filled genitals.
Vi's belly was burning with a passionate flame of lust she had never known before, and she stared at the nakedly sucking couple in glazed passionate fascination. She was lying on her side, her head resting against the mound of sand from which the tall reeds hiding her grew, and she reached over her shoulder with her right hand to unfasten the clasp of her swimsuit top. She felt she had to let her swollen, palpitating breasts free, and she almost threw the damp fabric away in her frenzy to remove it from her released, full white breasts. Her twin tingling mounds stood out firmly round in the dull light, their nipples pink and hard, and she cupped each one of them in her excitement-perspiring hands, feeling them alive and sensually pulsing to her touch. Taking the tiny hardened nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full sensorial delights of her aroused young body. It was like she was testing herself to see if she was only dreaming up the entire bizarre scene on the other side of the reeds.
The woman's lovely head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her covetous grip on the huge thick column of hardened cock-flesh moving with ever swifter strokes as she swung her obscenely spread white buttocks in circles over the man's lust provoking long furiously probing tongue. He was flicking it into the moist passage of her glistening cunt like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and his fingers were enticingly probing into the tight ring of exposed anal flesh around the entrance of her rectum. She wiggled her taut ovaled buttocks, back against his teasing fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, the man suddenly wormed two rigid fingers, the breadth of a cock, into the depths of her rubbery yielding back passage! Vi saw them, lewdly, excitedly, sink in up to the second knuckle, and then he began immediately fucking them in and out in opposite time to the rhythm of his deep licking tongue. The never before lewd spectacle sent rippling shudders of intensively titillating, if imagined, joyous pain, streaking through her own sympathetically working rectum, tingling like the incessantly raging fire in her loins, and she released one hand-hold on her breast to push the bottom of her swimsuit down over the smooth arch of her hips. When she got the material to her knees, she kicked her long white legs to work it all the way off, wanting to have complete freedom of movement with those naked shapely legs. She pointed her right knee up in the air while she pressed her left leg into the sand. It made her hot sensitive inner thighs open and completely accessable to her whimsy, and without the slightest hesitation, Vi ran her hand down, then up between her firm smooth thighs until her slender trembling fingers were pressing into the wet soft folds of her hotly burning pussy. The silken pubic curls were damp with her flow of lubricating fluid, and the sensuous swelling mound of genital flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her eagerly hedonistic hand. Her fingertips brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her pink quivering clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the overwhelming erotic contact brought. The twinge of guilt that flickered through her conscience was immediately overcome by the agonized, terrible frustration of her need.
Vi thought the naked, obscenely connected couple surely had to be near an end in their oral fucking, and she voyeuristically waited for the climactic moment to occur, but before she realized fully what was happening, she abruptly saw another man approaching the pair. She was shocked into a frozen position once again as the impossible began to happen before her eyes. The man coming up the beach also was completely naked,, smiling as though he'd just finished some devilish trick, and his huge cock was standing out from his groin, fully erect. What was particularly shocking to Vi was the fact that she fully believed the man was Ed Rockton. It meant that the other man having oral sex with Luci had to be someone else after all! She thought her husband would kill the man who had his lashing tongue inside Luci's wetly receptive pussy, but it was nothing like that at all!
Ed lumbered up to the lewdly coupled pair, his smile never leaving his face, and the even more amazing thing was that he stood and watched them for a moment, his hand wrapped luridly around his own long thick cock, and he was stroking it into full erection. Then suddenly, he was standing behind his naked, obscenely bent and engaged wife, and the man beneath her licentiously positioned body moved the pillow out from under his head, dropping his lashing tongue from her openly wet, clasping pussy at the same time. It was like they were performing a well rehearsed pose; for the moment the man's head was down, Ed knelt behind his wife's smoothly rounded buttocks, his immensely throbbing cock pointing directly at the space between her thighs. Luci never once stopped her voracious sucking of the other man's cock, but instead raised the level of her wantonly splayed buttocks even higher, as if to meet her husband's huge cock halfway.
Vi was suddenly remembering how Stan had fucked her dog-style, and it appeared that Ed was going to do that same thing to his wife, only with one major difference! She was sucking another man's cock at the same time! But then the actions that followed made Vi realize that she had been totally wrong in her guess ...
Ed casually dug his thick ringers into the deep smooth crevice dividing Luci's round trembling cheeks, and he harshly spread them wide apart, exposing her tiny working anal lips once again. Vi had seen the man under Luci driving his fingers in and out of her accepting anus, and that had been more than she could take, but suddenly Ed's intentions were very, very clear! . His massive throbbing penis was headed directly for the tight little ring of Luci Rockton's back passage! The tiny hole was stretched wide, open and quivering, even nibbling in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full round buttocks, and she hadn't for a moment stopped her hungry sucking of the other man's cock!
What Ed Rockton seemed about to do deliriously horrified Vi; she couldn't believe it was even possible! The woman couldn't possibly take such a huge cock into the tiny little hole back there, not that way; it would split her rectum in half! She was frozen with excited apprehension that instant while she watched him, his giant hardened penis up between his wife's anticipatingly widespread buttocks.
"Hurry .,. honey, Fuck ... my asshole!" she gasped in a staccato rhythm between bobbing up and down on the prostrate man's expanded cock. The blunt bulbous head of his huge penis was unbelievably throbbing against the tiny pink aperture of her expectant anus, and she seemed to be wiggling frantically back against it as though hungry to have it ripping into her sensuously quivering body there. He let the swollen, blood-filled knob rest teasingly for a moment, the glistening head a deep purple and pulsating angrily between the ovaled shining white cheeks of her nakedly exposed ass. He was breathing hard, his whole powerful body twitching with obvious lusting passion, but he still held back either to torment his wife who was subjugating herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated white satin-like flesh expanding against the throbbing end of his poling hard cock. The man lying on the blanket beneath was still staring with a fixed-glazed expression, and Vi thought it was because he too was waiting to see the exciting copulation.
"Shove ... cock ... in my ... asshole!" Luci lewdly chanted again around the swollen cock in her mouth. She was squirming almost frenziedly in her bent-over position, trying desperately to wiggle her lush buttocks back onto the long cock poised menacingly against her little anus. Ed was now holding her tightly to the hips, and he finally responded to her request with sudden animalistic violence. Vi thought Luci would have been flattened by the force if her husband hadn't been holding her that way, and she' wasn't aware of her own vocal gasp as she watched his long thick penis plow with terrifying velocity into the narrow unrelenting channel of the gratefully accepting woman's rectum.
"Mmmmmm! Uuuggghh!" Luci exploded around the thick rod of cock-flesh in her mouth while her head began bobbing up and down over the man's penis as if in positive approval of the long throbbingly hard cock tearing into her tightly undulating rectum. Her muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Vi's vocal whimper which came again as the husband plunged his stone-hard penis in and out of the raw, screaming funnel of Luci's hot rectal flesh.
With terrified amazement, Vi watched the huge white cock salaciously skewering the woman's eagerly lucid anal passage. It drove into her lewdly stretched rectum, its full horrifying length, the man's thrusting groin pressing relentlessly hard against the spread supple cheeks of the woman's lush white buttocks, his pubic hair matting down and springing loose again. His heavy bloated balls swung forward with such force that they slapped against her open wet vaginal flesh with a loud noise that made even the woman gasp. They were in the peak of frenzy as the husband sawed in and out of the licentiously expanded little passage like a 'naked savage gone mad with lust, and Luci's lovely head bounced wantonly up and down, her contorted expression one of such lusting ecstasy that Vi was filled with horrified awe. The man being sucked who lay flat on the blanket beneath Luci was still smiling his fixed smile, and he began to drive his huge length of pulsating hard cock up into the depths of Luci's intensively sucking throat with harder and harder lunges. Luci tried to close her eyes to block out the sight of the nakedly wild depraved triple coupling because she was shocked by the helpless reaction of her own lustfully burning body.
She began to shake violently as she listened to the obscene shouts of the man Luci was strenuously sucking. He stared up wild-eyed at the sordidly unnatural coupling of Ed's thick heavy-veined cock with her salaciously straining rectal lips, and he . yelled his lewd encouragements out as if he couldn't hold back much longer.
"Harder ... Faster ... Fuck her harder! ... Ooouu .... Suck it baby!" he chanted.
Vi wanted to have a throbbing, driving pleasure-bringing hard cock inside her, too! The maddening fire in her seethingly wet vagina was raging out of control, and the erotic gasps of pain and pleasure coming from the other side of the reeds were covetously torturing her as the-woman continued to grunt her lust, and the men answered with obscene shouts. She was lost in a libidinous daze of blinding sensual passion as she listened to the lascivious cries of the naked threesome, and she lay back on the sand in the moonlight to totally surrender to her own lust-inflamed desire which was ravenously consuming her quivering white flesh. The hand between her tremulous thighs had stopped its desperate clawing while insane anguished passion took control of-her mind. She lifted her long slim legs to bend and unbend them, the knees rising and falling as her smoothly curved hips slowly writhed. Her cool fingertips stroked the soft hair-lined outer lips of her desire-flushed vagina, spreading her moist tingling flesh gently apart, and caressing the hot liquid smoothness of her ever-rising pleasure.
The hand at her swollen breast kneaded the straining pliant mound eagerly, strumming the tiny palpitating nipples to quivering erection.
Simply touching their hardened fiery tips sent thrills of delicious joy coursing through her lust-inflamed body. Slowly, perceptively, she sank into the depths of her feeling, and she was only dimly aware of the heated moans and cries from just a few feet away. Her mind's eye was filled with the lewdly erotic imagery of those three nakedly lusting bodies near her. All the sensual visions tumbled about in her head, whipping her intensively searing passion to a steadily increasing tempo; the man's giant swollen cock in the salaciously sucking mouth while his hot stiffened tongue plowed wetly into her clutching pink vagina; his fingers digging into her tightly puckered anus while she obscenely ground back against them as if waiting for the third naked man to come along and replace the lewdly buried fingers with his huge white cock; finally the man ... the very husband ... kneeling down behind her spread-open buttocks and plunging his long, rock-hard cock deeply inside her tiny waiting anus, not stopping until it was impaled in the depths of her rectum to licentiously sodomize her!
Unequaled raging fire blazed in Vi's impassioned loins, the pulsating rhythm between her hot thighs one mass of exquisite and wet sensitivity. All of her consciousness was concentrated on satisfying her one overwhelming need, and with a groan, she plunged her middle finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth of her fire-filled cunt. She had no other choice, the contagious lust of the nearby orgy reaching out like a serpent tentacle to lewdly embrace her, forcing her to do to herself what she so desperately longed for. The momentary tight resistance of her burning cunt passage easily gave way before the wiggling pressure, and the hot wet walls contracted hungrily on her long cool finger. She drew her knees up and scissored her long white legs wide open as her rounded hips arched upward sharply, moving rhythmically up and down in contrary motion with her middle finger fucking wildly in and out of her hotly clasping vagina.
"Aaaggghh! MMmmmmmm!" A gasping, muffled and shrill cry echoed into the still night air from the other side of the reeds, but the screams were barely heard by Vi. She was completely absorbed in her finger-fucking of her own greedily seething cunt, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining momentum. The moist tight walls of her cuntal channel seemed to eagerly suck and pull at her digit with greater and greater urgency until her whole lust-incensed body was sensuously gyrating in a wild turbulence of ecstatic sexual excitement. After all of the erotic stimulations of the long night, it didn't take her very long to reach the final height of excruciating pleasure. Every muscle in her carnally charged, naked body was seized by spasming tautness as she hung for a moment of time on the edge of breathtaking release. She was near, so very near the mysterious building apex that she sought, but the one slender finger in her steaming cunt didn't seem to be enough! She was still seeing the huge plunging cock in Luci Rockton's gapingly stretched asshole, the thick fleshy column of hardened penis expanding wide the sucking anal lips as it plunged with terrifying velocity into the secret depths of her rectum. That was what she needed, Vi excitedly realized, and she released her hand-hold of her swollen breast, moving her long eager fingers rapidly to the smooth hairless crevice dividing her quivering buttocks cheeks. Groping into the moistened, satin-like valley, she aimed for and found the tight rubbery opening of her tiny puckered anus; carefully placing her middle finger against the little hole, she lewdly wormed it inside. As it popped into her, she tensed from the minute flash of heated sensual pain but ignored it in her desperate attempt to achieve orgasm. She lustfully shoved her finger up to the first knuckle, the hot spongy flesh of her anal passage grabbing her finger like a vise, and gasping aloud, she plunged it further into the enticing, gripping hold until it was entirely submerged.
Her two hands seemed to be grappling with her wetly throbbing genitals as they each worked frantically in their respective orifices, one driving heatedly into the depths of her inflamed cunt while the other countered with a lunge into her hotly clutching little rectal passage. She saw and felt them both racing in and out with an urgency born of frenzied need, her legs kicking up and back as she arched her naked buttocks into the air again and again. Suddenly her shuddering body was held by a prolonged spasm of wildly hungry rippling sensations. She wanted to scream out her sudden joy as her hot spasming cunt contracted again and again around her deeply sunken finger, and the burning wetness in her womb spilled quickly out of her pulsating vagina and against her hand. The teeming flow of liquid ran hotly down the smooth crevice between her buttocks, parting around her buried finger that still continued to erotically pump in and out of her tightly clenched rectum.
She had reached an orgasm, but a futility remained in her mind The tremors in her quaking soft belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the warm sand, her curvaceous young body exhausted and spent. For a long moment she kept her lewdly absorbed fingers inside the dual little mouths down between her , legs while the last traces of her orgasm ran thickly onto the sand beneath her trembling white buttocks. Then slowly, savoring each millimeter of her erotic fingers, she reluctantly pulled them from herself with regret. She suddenly thought then that she might have screamed out loud in her climax, and she remained unmovingly quiet, trying to hold her rapid breath to see if the troilistic group on the other side of the reeds had heard her cry of pleasure. The tall grass moved slightly, she hoped from a light breeze that was coming up, and she got up the courage to look again through the space to where the people had been. She was both surprised and relieved to discover they were all gone, but she knew they hadn't left permanently as the blanket was still spread out over the sand.
Feeling she had to get away from the spot, Vi started to roll back from the grass, but she heard a noise coming in her direction, and she froze. Her eyes were still close to the opening between the reeds, and she glanced through again to see another naked girl running toward the blanket She was not the same one that had been with the two men, but yet a different girl. She looked younger than Ed Rockton's wife though not nearly as voluptuous, and she was lightly giggling as she approached. Vi didn't move, but her arms and legs began to tremble as she surely thought the girl was going to discover her. But the girl stopped by the blanket, and bending over, she picked it up, slightly shaking it to free the sand. Then she laughed again and ran back in the direction she'd come from.
With a sigh of relief, Vi rolled onto her back, groping with her hands for the parts of her swimsuit. She was afraid to look away from the opening in the grass, thinking that someone else might come along at any moment, but she had to sit up, as she could only locate her bra top. She hurriedly slipped it on over her large breasts then looked toward the sand around her feet for the bottom of the swimsuit. It was off to her right, and she crawled on her hands and knees toward it, her white buttocks shining brightly in the moonlight. Reaching the panties, she decided to chance it and stand up for a moment to put them on, but when she did, she almost fell down again as her legs began to violently tremble. They were drained of control by the overwhelming surge of lusting passion she had just satisfied in her uncontrolled body, and she was beginning to doubt that she could make it back to the houseboat without drowning in the attempt. Yet, her fear of being discovered by the Rocktons or the others-was much stronger than her fear of drowning, so she found the strength to slip on her bottom half of the swimsuit.
Sinking back down onto her knees, she took several deep breaths before she started for the water. She stared out into the moon-lighted areas of the beach, ready to freeze if she saw so much as a shadow move, but she reached the water's edge without spotting anyone. She guessed they had to have returned to the Rockton's houseboat, and before plunging into the water, she glanced over to the spot it was moored, and she was startled to see that a second houseboat had tied up along side the Rockton's. It explained where the other couple had come from, but Vi was too filled with other emotions to worry about it. She eased quietly into the water, feeling the cool wetness around her still tingling body, and it made her feel much better. She was sure that she could quietly swim to the houseboat, and she was suddenly anxious to get there; she wanted to tell Stan everything that had happened while she had been gone. Well, almost everything, she thought as a tiny twinge of guilt and remorse swept over her.
She swam with smooth even strokes, thinking how she possibly could explain to her husband how she happened to witness a triple sexual act between Ed and Luci Rockton and some other man. It almost sounded too fantastic to believe, and even she began to doubt that it had really happened. Was it possible that she was imagining the whole thing as some wild psychological concoction to justify her own self-indulgence?
She had wantonly fingered herself on the beach like some lowly whore in heat, even skewering her own anus with her finger to satisfy her needs. Could those lewd sexual acts have been only imagined? She stopped swimming, treading water as she shook her head several times. Of course she had seen the whole thing! She had only heard, but actually doubted that anyone would do such unnatural an act as fucking in the ass ... blatant sodomy, but the houseboat that had tied up beside the Rockton's was added proof. If she hadn't seen that she might have doubted her own mind, but it was there, and the other couple belonged to it; she was sure!
She started swimming again, and she decided that she would tell Stan she had been lying on the beach to rest up from a long swim, and that she accidentally witnessed the vile act between the Rocktons and the man. She felt it was important that her husband know the kind of man Ed Rockton was, and especially since Stan was so excited about the possibility of going to work for him. She had to make him understand that it would be wrong, terribly wrong to be involved with the likes of Ed Rockton in any way. And as far as Vi was concerned, that went double for that bitchy wife, Luci!
Reaching the forward deck of the houseboat, she pulled herself out of the water, feeling her strength had fully returned. She thought she would need all of her mental facilities to be able to tell Stan about the scene she had witnessed without completely breaking down in a heap of frustrated nerves.
The dessert dishes were still on the table where she had left them, only some other pieces were added to the collection. There was a glass and an empty bottle of vodka beside it, and Vi thought she had to be wrong in remembering the bottle to be full when Stan had taken it down earlier. She didn't think it was possible for him to drink so much at one time.
"Stan?" she called inside the cabin, "I'm back!" she listened, but there was no answer at all, and she began to think that Stan had also gone for a swim, possibly in search of her. If that was the case, there was another horrible possibility. He might have come upon the Rocktons and their friends!
Vi hurried past the galley toward the bedroom, and she was relieved to see Stan asleep on the double bed. Yet, he was still dressed in his swim-suit, and she saw that he had just collapsed there in a drunken heap. She knew immediately that there was no point in trying to awaken him then, and in some ways she was glad. It meant she would have time to think things out carefully, and be able to tell him about the Rocktons with a fresh mind. The morning would be soon enough, she thought, and she slipped out of her wet swim-suit, then dried her naked body with a towel. She was still a bit confused by the experience she'd had that evening on the beach, and she felt suddenly more tired than she had realized. But, before she crawled under the sheets beside her husband, she got out and put on one of her long nightgowns. It wasn't for her usual reason of modesty that she did it, but instead it was because she had for the first time experienced an orgasm, and she was afraid that it would somehow show all over her naked young body.
Chapter Seven
Vi dreamed:
He "had the most sadistic grin spread across his face that she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to be totally helpless to resist his strong will. He would do as he pleased, that she was sure of, and the money from his pockets seemed to scatter everywhere when he carelessly tore off his clothes. She tried to scream as she saw his huge, purple-tipped penis throbbing angrily when he lowered his pants, but no sound came from her lips. He had come upon her, and she was naked on the bed, her body open and exposed to his lusting gaze.
Ed Rockton's hairy nakedness emerged from the falling dollar bills like an angry bull descending from a rain storm, and he was coming toward her, his huge menacing cock in his hand as he stroked it into gigantic size. The veins stood out from the tautly stretched skin like super-highways on a map, and they were pulsating with his heart-beat as his blood-filled member grew bigger and bigger. The rubbery-looking purple flesh of the head was like a giant fist, blunt and ready to slam with tremendous force into her helpless body.
She tried to move, but some mysterious force kept her flat on her back on the bed, and her legs, were drawn up, knees nearly touching her shoulders to leave her quiveringly exposed vagina open and naked to his lusting eyes. She couldn't understand how she had gotten in such a debasing position, and she tried again to cry out for help. Where was Stan? Why wasn't he there to help her? The man was laughing! Ed Rockton stood there between her raised legs laughing, and it was as if he knew something she didn't.
Then she saw them! It was Luci Rockton, and she was bent over a man, her mouth distended wide by the poling hard cock that pushed to tremendous depths in her sucking throat, and the man beneath her was thrusting his face up into the pink moistness of her hungry cunt. His wet tongue flicked out like a bolt of lightning, stretching to fantastic length up the older woman's hot, glistening vagina, and she ground her hips down into the man's face in wanton, lusting, sexual perversity. The man's fingers, all of them, were twisting and turning teasingly into the tight, roundly stretched orifice of her tiny anus, and then for a second he lowered his head, turning to look directly at her. It was Stan! That was why Ed was laughing so openly above her defenseless body. Her own husband was licking his wife's nakedly squirming pussy.
She was lost, and there was no escaping the licentiously cruel, naked flesh of Ed Rockton. He moved in closer and closer to her helpless body, his cock pulsating red, as if it had a mind of its own! She knew what he wanted, and she tried to beg and plead for mercy! She hadn't intended to spy on him and his wife ... It had been an accident, a chance occurrence! She had been lying on the beach, first!
He was upon her, suddenly, like a pouncing dog with tongue lasciviously dripping from between bared teeth; he crawled up between her helplessly raised legs on all fours. His leering face , was close enough to her hotly quivering vagina to feel his flaming breath coming heavily over the tip of her tiny erect clitoris, and the moisture from the mouth of her helpless pink cunt was clinging wetly to the silky tips of her sparsely curling pubic hair. The narrow crevice of her pussy seemed to open and close in lewd invitation, and she couldn't manipulate any of her body! It was like she was being controlled from a distance. Someone else was pulling the strings, and she was merely a puppet to be played with by whomever came along with a giant hard cock!
"Fuck me with your tongue like that other man did to your wife!" she heard the voice call pleadingly, and she was surprised at how much it sounded like her own. Ed Rockton's front hands, or were they paws? reached out toward her large, nakedly trembling breasts, and she watched helplessly as he fondled them, rolling the erect, pink nipples around and around while his snake-like tongue literally panted from between his lustfully grinning lips.
Her writhing body was on fire! She thought she was certainly going to melt if she didn't have some relief, and she pushed her hips up, like she was waving her cunt in open invitation in front of his lewdly grinning face. His huge pulsating penis was but inches away from the lips of her waiting cuntal opening but each tune she lurched toward it, he seemed to back away. Then it happened! His smiling face was caught between her hot inner-thighs, and he was looking up across her swollen white breasts into her eyes while his teasing tongue hung so very close to the thin pink cleft of her burning cunt, saliva drooling heavily from the tip like silvery drops of mercury.
"Give it to me! lick me with it! Pleaseeeeeee!" she heard the familiar voice groan, but he didn't move at all. He was so very close and yet so very far away. "Now! Now!
Now!" the voice went on and on, and as if the rhythm of the words had directed his senses, Ed's tongue suddenly leaped out of his mouth, the sharp pink tip slicing up through the fleshy valley of her hot cunt to strike excitedly across the throbbing tip of her tiny clitoris. It was the most wickedly stimulating sensation she had ever felt in her life!
Vi jerked convulsively I
"Aaaggghhhhhhhl" She sat up quickly, her eyes flashing for something identifiable. Tiny drops of perspiration beaded her forehead as she frantically blinked to clear her eyes, and she raised her hands up to cover her breasts. She felt the material of her nightgown, and she realized that she had been having a dream.
She was trembling, and she didn't know whether to get out of .the bed or not. She wasn't sure if it was really safe; she felt like someone was lurking in the shadows of the bedroom: It was several minutes before she was calm enough to see that it was daylight outside, and she recognized that she was only imagining things. Yet, she also recognized that her belly was ignited with a desirous passion that was even stronger than what she had felt before, and it was then that she began to wonder where her husband was. He wasn't in the bed next to her, and she thought it odd that he would have awakened before her, especially considering the condition he'd been in the previous night. Could she have slept so late, she wondered?
Stepping out of the sweat-soaked sheets, Vi slowly walked out of the bedroom to the galley. She expected to find Stan nursing a hang-over either there or outside on the deck, but he was nowhere in sight. She thought he might be on the roof, but she didn't want to go outside to see until she had something other than her nightgown on. She decided he could hear her if she yelled.
"Stan?" There was no answer. "Stan? Are you up there?"
She was alone on the boat, and it gave her a funny feeling. Immediately, she walked back to the galley, and only then did she see the note on the stove. It was propped up next to the coffee pot, the total contents of the pot obviously consumed by Stan, and she picked it up to read it.
"You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. I've gone for a swim to help a slightly enlarged head, and I'll be back soon. Love, Stan!"
Vi set the note down, again putting it where Stan had left it, and she walked back to the bedroom to put on something. It was hot, even hotter than the previous day, and she couldn't find anything other than another swimsuit that seemed suitable for the weather. It was an older suit; a little small for her, but she put it on anyway.
Since Stan hadn't returned, she thought seriously about going out for a swim herself, and she walked out to the forward deck to see if she could spot him. The moment she walked through the door to the outside, she stepped back into he shaded interior of the boat. They were all on the beach, the Rocktons and two other couples, and Stan was with them.
Vi went to the window so she could see what they were doing without being observed herself, and what she saw made her heart beat faster. Stan was sitting on the sandy beach, not far from the spot where she had observed the Rocktons the previous night, and he was talking to Luci. The others seemed to be keeping themselves busy with some project, and they were all laughing and shouting, having a good time. It made Vi mad.
If Stan only knew, Vi thought as she turned away from the window. He was talking to the wife of a man who didn't even care that she was sucking another man's cock, and yet Stan's interest in Luci seemed almost as if he knew or perhaps guessed, about her. It was possible, Vi thought, as she had, after all, witnessed an extremely bizarre scene between Luci and two men, what would stop Luci from doing the same thing with Stan? She didn't want to believe anything like that could have happened, but the more she thought about it, the more likely her idea seemed to be true.
She returned to the galley to fix some coffee, and when she read the note again, she became even madder. He'd said he had only gone for a swim to help his hangover. If that really had been the case, then why was he sitting there on the beach talking to Luci Rockton? No, he had to have gone there on purpose, and that was the reason he didn't wake her up before leaving.
By the time the coffee was perked, she was fit to be tied, and she had not yet taken a sip of her steaming coffee, when Stan returned to the boat. She wasn't going to speak to him, she was so mad, but as he'd done the previous evening when he'd returned, he started talking a mile a minute.
"Darling! You're awake! Good. Listen, I've just been over talking to the Rockton's, and they have invited us, both of us, to a luau! They've some friends that arrived last night and this morning. I guess you saw their houseboat. This is a big chance to score some points with them ..."
"Looked to me like you've already scored some with Luci Rockton!" Vi yelled, suddenly, her anger getting out of hand. She didn't know why she had said it then, but she just had to get her frustrations resolved.
Stan was stunned by her blaring accusation, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Then he too became angry, as he was sure it was only a matter of jealousy.
"Just what do you mean by that? Could you be a little more definite if you're going to make accusations!" he retorted,' his voice a little strained.
"I've got eyes!" she replied, and she tried to leave it at that. It had occurred to her that she couldn't possibly tell Stan anything about the previous night if he thought she was only angry and jealous, but she had already gone too far.
"Then why don't you use them? If you weren't such an uptight bitch, maybe you'd learn how to see straight!" He was mad, but after he made the comment, he was sorry he'd said it. He had been so elated at having made the friendship of an important developer, it had been terribly disappointing to find that Vi was bothered with petty jealousy too. But his statement had been unfair, and he knew it.
His attack seemed to her like a defense, and that meant as far as she was concerned that he had some reason to be defensive. The content didn't actually disturb her in the least, but after what she'd witnessed the night before, she was damn sure she could see perfectly well. The worst of it was simply that she couldn't now tell him about the Rocktons, as Stan would certainly think she was only making it up. She was at a loss for words, and she felt like running away from him.
"You go to the damn luau, but I'll be damned if I'm going there with you!" she shouted, and she put a tone of finality in her voice to end the conversation right then and there.
Stan was dumbfounded, as he'd never seen Vi act so decisively in their year of marriage, but he didn't want to believe she really meant what she said. "Listen, darling. I've been wrong in leaving you here alone these last two days, but you've got it all wrong. The Rocktons are really wonderful people, and I promise you'll have a good time with them. I met most of their friends this morning, and they're all really quite nice. It's going to be one hell of a party ... I saw some of the food they were preparing. You'll enjoy yourself, and I know you'll make a good impression on all of them!" It was no use, Stan realized, as she wasn't really listening to anything he was saying.
"Get the hell out of my sight!" Vi screamed, feeling like she had been called a liar, even though she hadn't yet told Stan what she saw. It was obvious to her that he just wouldn't believe her anyway. He'd already been taken in by those people, and she wasn't about to put up with being told off for knowing differently.
He knew there was no point in trying to reason with her any further, and he turned around and walked out onto the forward deck. He could tell the Rocktons she wasn't feeling well, although he knew that they would know better. But, it was the only excuse he could think of at the moment There was some truth in what Vi had said too, as he had been giving Luci Rockton the eye but it was only because she had seemed to want him, too, even though she was an extremely attractive woman. But as to actually playing around with her, that was out of the question, simply because she was Ed Rockton's wife, and he wouldn't want to spoil his chance at getting a position with Ed's firm. Yet, Luci did give him the impression that she played around anyway.
"See you later then," Stan called back inside the boat, and he dove off into the water to swim to the beach and join the party.
Chapter Eight
Vi had turned her attentions to preparing some food after Stan had left for the luau, and as she settled down to eat, she began to feel guilty again. She knew that she was probably wrong in saying what she did to Stan, and it had been the wrong way to go about helping him. If she had been a good wife of course, she never would have been confronted with such a problem, she knew, and even then she would at least have remained calm. If she hadn't let her dislike for Luci get in the way, she would have told Stan all about the things she'd seen on the beach.
Just thinking about the previous night had a strange effect on her body, and while she sat eating, she found that she was unconsciously rubbing her buttocks and loins down against the seat of her chair. It was as if her tiny clitoris was reminding her of the sensual pleasures she'd missed in all the time she'd been married to
Stan, and instead of making her feel Sony for herself, she was becoming aroused again.
The heat inside the cabin was like a mass that she could touch and feel with all of her body, and she stood up from the chair to see if moving around would help. It was no better, and in fact was stilling her ability to clearly think. She considered going outside onto the deck, but not only would she be able to see what was going on at the beach, but she would also be observed by the people, there. That to her was out of the question, as she was sure that Stan had told them she was not feeling well. She didn't want to make him a liar, even though in a sense he 'was, so she was stuck with staying inside the small houseboat, and she knew there would be no relief from the heat in the cabin, or for that matter the heat in her body.
Suddenly, even her swimsuit felt uncomfortable and stifling, and she walked back to the bedroom, wondering what she had to put on. The suit was too small for her, and it seemed to be pinching her skin, so she unfastened the top part and slipped it off. Like it was an instant cure, her full, pointed breasts expanded luxuriantly, feeling free and cool, so she rolled the bottom part down over her smoothly arched hips. Stepping out of the scant material, she realized that going naked was the best possible solution, and she put the swimsuit away. It felt good to be totally unhampered, and she walked back and forth in the small bedroom for several minutes, trying to think of some way she could entertain herself, and keep her mind off the terrible incident of the night before. But, she could think of nothing. It was so hot she only felt like relaxing.
Pulling all of the covers off the bed and leaving just the bottom sheet, Vi looked down at the white expanse, thinking how cool it had to be. She had started to make the bed up, but instead she sat down on the edge, then stretched out lying back across it, and the coolness of the sheet beneath her back did feel good.
She closed her eyes, throwing her arms and legs out in spread-eagle fashion, and her position of openness made her feel arousingly good. It was stimulating to think that she could just lie there, open and naked, and not be concerned about another person in the world. She was, in a sense, a captive in the small houseboat, but being such also made her the queen. She could do as she pleased in her small domain, and lying out nakedly displayed on the bed was what she wanted to do.
Her thoughts began to drift, moving slowly as if a meandering river, and what she imagined seemed to her very real. She was lying on the sand in the darkness, her naked body gently caressed by a warm breeze, and it played with her sensitive genital parts like a whispering lover. She was so captivated by the thought that she was barely conscious of moving her hands slowly over her firmly rounded breasts. She cupped them, languishing in the immediate sensation of her palms against the hardening pink nipples, and she began to slowly rotate her soft palms, bringing the ripe nipples into erect little buds of desire. Her chest was rising and falling slowly as she rhythmically drew in the hot air, and as her fondling of her tits became more rapid, so did her breathing.
Leaving one hand on her breast, she moved the other slowly down across her smooth flat belly, and the contact of her satiny flesh to warm enticing flesh was like a magnetism of desire. She wanted to feel her own body too, know it intimately, and she began to explore every part with the very sentitive tips of her fingers. She traced the outline of her dipping navel with her fingers, slowly making circles around and around it" until finally she pushed one finger into the slight impression. After exploring her sensitivity there for a moment, she again moved her hand, only this time downward toward the light curls of her pubic hair.
She drew in a deep quivering breath as her fingertips glided over the silky ends of golden hair, each root seeming to act like a light electric spark of desire from the contact. She felt enchanted, like a sexual object to be mysteriously played with, and she ran her venturing fingertips down between her soft, white inner thighs, drawing her long legs up and out as she reached without effort to her knees. Then, ever so slowly, she traced teasing lines down the sensitive flesh of her inner-thighs with her fingernails, second after second coming closer to the center of her sensual desires.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Vi hummed out loud to herself as her fingers reached the quivering flushed lips of her pussy. She was ready, as there was a definite moistness tucked inside the hair-lined crevice, but she went slowly, parting the blood-filling lips of her tingling vagina with the fingers of both hands, spreading them wide until she felt the warm air against the moistened opening to her sensuously aroused young cunt. She was in a dream-like state, but her objective was very clearly defined in her mind. She wanted to have a complete orgasm, one that would be fulfilling and total.
Using the same middle finger of her right hand, Vi pointed it out toward the throbbing bud of her tiny clitoris, and the delicate nerve end seemed to grow to her pointing finger until there was contact. She moaned again, feeling a running stream of sensation move up her spine to her brain. Each time she flicked her finger across its tip, the sensation became greater, and she knew that soon she would want to have flesh driving deep into her suddenly burning pussy.
Slowly, almost imperceptively, she began to grind her rounded white buttocks in the mounting rhythm of sexual intercourse. Her finger lustfully stroked, then lashed across the erect bud of her tiny, erect clitoris until she could stand the wait no longer. With one hand, she spread the pink lips of her pussy wide apart, and with the other, she tracked the flaccid valley of ragged pink flesh until she came upon a wet open well. Her lubricating juices were there, ready and waiting to smooth out the journey of her lusting fingers into her hot, desire-filled passage, and she dipped two of them together into the hungrily gaping mouth. The elastic-tight opening parted, and the walls of her excited cunt grasped at the ends of her fingers, pulling them inside. The slick, moist flesh closed tightly around her slowly entering digits, and she hung on pins and needles as the fantastic sensations rippled through her entire body. Her nerves were all electrically charged, each one seeming to desire touching, and she groaned loudly as the length of her fingers finally reached their maximum depth.
"Well, well, well!"
The voice made its way to her brain through the heated haze of passion, and it told her that she had been found out. She was discovered in the middle of fingering herself! It only jolted her further into her dream-like state, and she didn't move except to open her eyes. She was not at all surprised to see Ed Rockton standing at the foot of the bed. In her mind he had returned to complete the dream.
Sonofabitch! Ed thought when he saw young Stan McPhearson's wife on the bed. She was playing with herself, sinking her own fingers into her tight little cunt, and she was hotter than a firecracker. Well, he had come there to get some action, but it looked like it was going to be far easier than he'd expected. If he'd had to he would have raped her, but he knew then there would be no need for that. Her position surprised him still, and at first he didn't know what to say. -He just spoke according to his original plan.
"Your husband is off fucking my wife, and I came here to even the score!" he said, a lewd grin spread across his face. He couldn't keep his excited- cock under control, so he just went ahead and slipped out of his trunks.
"I know," Vi automatically answered. She had seen Stan with Luci in the dream, and she supposed that was what Ed was referring to. She felt frozen to the bed, her impassioned vagina with her finger buried inside was still burning with desire, and she couldn't move. Her voice sounded like it had come from somewhere else, but she didn't really care. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the sight of Ed Rockton's huge cock, and it was abruptly standing straight out from his body, menacing and purple. She had thought he was naked when he walked into the room, but it was the size of his excitedly throbbing penis now that made her whole body tremble. It looked larger than it had when she saw it skewering into his wife's anus, and she knew that without a doubt she was soon going to have it fucking up into her vagina.
He was confused by the apparent agreeable attitude that the young woman showed, and he wondered why she had been so crazy willing to believe his story about her husband fucking his wife. But he didn't waste time dwelling on it too long; the sight of her luscious naked body in such a mind-bending position was making him crazy to get at her.
"I'm going to fuck you__even the score ... understand?" he said as he crawled onto the bed, his face close to her slim, widespread long legs.
"I want you to fuck me!" Vi heard herself say dazedly and she did want the complete satisfaction she felt sure he could give her. It was only* a dream, she lucidly thought, and this wasn't really Ed Rockton hovering down between her licentiously scissored open thighs. He reached out, and she watched his hands as they covered her wildly tingling breasts, squeezing them almost cruelly as he kneaded them, testing their firmness. Then he moved his lusting hands down over her smooth flat belly and he grabbed her wrists, staring at her exposed plain of young genital beauty as he forced her still moving fingers from the depths of her wetly nibbling vagina. They came out making a moist little slushing sound, and Vi didn't resist at all, knowing that his cock would soon be replacing the fingers.
"Woowwiieee! What a pussy!" Ed yelped, as he looked at the glistening pink wonder of her exposed loins held open to him. He pushed her legs out wider, then doubled them back until her knees were practically touching her shoulders to completely leave the magnificently sensual mound of her gaping vagina naked to his lusting gaze. He liked what he saw, and he decided to let her know what he intended to do.
"Baby, I'm going to eat that pussy of yours alive! I'm going to lick it and bite it and drive my tongue clear up inside until you cum and cum and cum." His words were like stinging sexual stimuli to her ears, and she nodded, feeling the juices in her seething passage flowing even faster. It was exactly like the dream, the first part of the dream, but she didn't really care, his words excited her so much. He was going to finish what he had started to do that morning in the same room! That was all Vi cared about, and nothing more.
"And you're going to suck my cock while I'm doing it!" Ed concluded, an arrogantly confident grin spread across his lips.
She was both repulsed and excited by the vile words that he spewed down at her. He was spelling out his demands, and the last part was more than she had expected. But then it all seemed right! Wasn't that what Stan wanted? Why shouldn't she be doing it with his future boss?
Vi didn't have a chance to clear up the foggy images in her mind. She was believing that it was a dream, and yet she knew it was all real. She had no reason to doubt that Ed Rockton was telling the truth about Stan and Luci, as such a possibility had been the cause of their argument early that morning. If Ed hadn't walked in on her when he did, however, she would have put up a fight that would have made getting through to her exceedingly difficult. But, she had been discovered at just the right time, and she wanted him to fuck her.
"Oh God, yessss! Suck my pussy! Pleaseeeeeee!" she suddenly groaned as the fire of her passion rose with uncontrolled urgency. He was going to be demanding, but she didn't care now as long as she had his tongue screwing into her cunt.
Ed was beside himself with joy as he stared down at the heated young girl. She was really screaming hot, and he was going to like giving it to her good. His already aching cock felt like it would explode from the heavy load of hot thick cum stirring in his balls, but he decided to force himself to be patient. Under the circumstances, he marvelled at how lucky he'd been in his timing, and he hoped that Luci kept Stan away from the place long enough to give him the time to do all the things he wanted to do to the hot little bitch.
Leaning across her enticingly naked body, he took the pink tip of her swollen, firm breast into his mouth, and sank his sharp teeth into the sensitive waxen-like flesh sending a vibrant thrill surging through her body. She was aroused like never before, and she hung on each sensation as his hot mouth covered her every part with wet vibrant kisses. Then after a moment, his lips were pressing near the triangle of her silken pubic hair. She was suspended in that instant of time when anticipation of pleasure makes everything seem to stand still, and she wanted to hurry him on to the moment when his mouth would press into the hungry, wet opening of her hot pussy.
"Lick me now! Now! I want it so bad!" she pleaded, and she whimpered with overwhelming pleasure when he suddenly pushed his liquid tongue down between the folds of her intensely excited cunt, making direct vibrant contact with the hardened but of her tiny clitoris.
"Aaaagghhh! Oooouuuuuuuu! Yesssssss!" Vi hissed. She had been waiting for that moment forever, she thought, and it was every bit as good as she had expected. It was an electric connection of tongue and erotic enchantment, and the rippling pleasure continued to soar even higher when his teeth closed over her erect clitoris's sensitive nerve centers. Her hands instinctively reached out for his hair, and she wrapped the wealth of strands around her fingers to pull his face tight against her passionately throbbing widespread loins. It was good! She loved it... Loved it! Nothing had been so fantastic as his mouth sucking on her clitoris and she wanted more and more and more!
He sucked the miniature phallus-like bud into his mouth, his teeth holding it tightly while his lashing tongue worked over and around it, stroking it wetly in continuous circles. She began to grind her quivering rounded hips into the mattress as if directed by his tongue, and he ran his hands up over her flat belly to cup and squeeze her lush full tits, and his hot mouth and tongue continued their wet assault, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the entire small space of the houseboat.
Her head began to flail in complete abandon from side to side, and he opened his mouth yet wider, moving his laving tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened crevice to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her steaming vagina. His wet tongue dashed across the tight, elastic little mouth of her pussy, teasing her until she screamed for it inside. Cruelly he held back for a few seconds, savoring the pungent taste and smell of her delicious passion-fired young cunt, then he reached down with his fingers and spread the sensitive hair-lined lips of her churning loins wide apart to him, and the gaping moist hole of her palpitating cunt seemed to leap up at his face. He couldn't hold back, and viciously he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, driving his stiffened hot, wet tongue up into her dilated, pinkly clasping hole. A stream of unintelligible obscenities eeked from deep in Vi's throat as he swirled and flicked his ravaging tongue around inside the velvety interior of her softly throbbing cunt lips. He moved his hands up to the bend of her knees, and he pushed them back until they were practically touching her shoulders, leaving her entire genital plain in naked abandon to his churning face. He then cupped her tautly smooth buttocks in both hands as he drove his swirling lecherous tongue deep into the searing liquid depths of her burning cunt.
Vi's animal-like cries rebounded around the confines of the small bedroom of the houseboat. It was magnificent! She had never known such utterly debauched pleasure existed in oral fucking and she ground her lush, smoothly undulating buttocks in the pounding rhythm his lashing tongue beat in her now hungrily welcoming pussy. The sensuous thrills racing through her naked body had taken over the control of her whirling thoughts, and her head was filled with dizzying pictures of the lewd acts she had witnessed the previous night. She had made a discovery, and it was somehow important to her at that moment, as she had suddenly realized the very meaning of delicious sexual involvement. It was raw, hungry and sensational, and it was so very important to be whole and complete.
"Ooouuuu, yesss! Tongue fuck it... God ... I love it!" she chanted as the wet, seething tongue bore into her gaping passage with greater lust-filling intensity. It was pure physical heaven, and she wanted more and more of all the wealthy Ed Rockton offered. His raging tongue was working at a fever-like pitch, her intensely young squirming buttocks jerking beneath each thrilling stab into her inflamed cuntal passage, and then suddenly, he pulled the wet pink instrument out, moving it instantly downward to the tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus. For a moment she felt deflated, as she was suddenly neglected by the pleasure-giving tongue, but then just as suddenly, it struck out like a hot snake after forbidden fruit, the searing length lashing into the tiny forbidden hole with slicing sharp force.
"Ooopoouuuuuuuu!" she wailed as the sensation of contact with her erotically stimulated anus sent chills of shivering magnificence up the length of her spine. Lurid sensations smashed into her brain with the intensity of an erupting volcano, as his damp, hot, stabbing tongue entered the restricting passage of her weirdly excited rectum. Her voluptuously white young body shook uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault, and wild, uncontrollable spasms rippled furiously through her loins and belly with torrents and torrents of sensual pleasure that had completely seized her mind.
God damn, she was really hot and ready for him, Ed thought, but he licked and sucked and drove his stiffened tongue into the pungent, savory little asshole, knowing that she was ready for anything he might demand. His hard throbbing cock felt like it was a battering ram, the pressure of his excited blood-filling it with swirling passion until it seemed like it would break. He wanted to shove it into her warm throat, make her take it all the way down past her tonsils, until it was rammed to her hot jerking belly. He would make her cum with his mouth, as he too would cum into her young, hungrily sucking mouth, and then, and only then, would he fuck her like she had never known what fucking was meant to be!
Driving his rigidly forced tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, until he thought she would scream with insanity, Ed suddenly pulled it free, and in a quick twisting move on the bed, he positioned his heavy, erectly throbbing penis next to Vi's warm, slightly moaning mouth. He held his waiting tongue poised over the saliva-soaked down of her anticipating vagina, its tip resting teasingly at the opening of her burning cunt.
"Take it in your mouth, baby! Suck my cock until it fills your hot little belly with my cum!" he demanded, and then feeling confident that his wishes would be obeyed, he plunged his searing tongue back into the depths of her liquidly accepting cunt.
Vi's brain was a mass of lewdly inspired images, erotic happenings brought back by the spiraling tongue lashing at and into her tiny virgin anus, and when she heard the salacious demands he made upon her, she was immediately remembering the sight of this man's wife hovering over the penis of the strange man. She had sucked the man's huge hard cock into the depths of her constricting throat like it was a delicious ice-cream cone, and Vi wanted to know that pleasure too! She wanted to take this wonderfully presented hardness down her own throat, to have him pump her belly full with his hot, seething cum, and she looked for the throbbing giant penis to do just that. Gasping when his tongue again plunged into her cunt, Vi frantically grabbed his huge cock in her hand, .and twisting her head blindly toward it, she flicked her tiny tongue out at the semen seeping excitedly from the dilated slit at the tip. The rubbery flesh of the thick purple head jerked to the tantalizing touch of her pink tongue, and it gave her a sense of power, a feeling that she, too, could offer great pleasure in return for the wickedly sensational thrills she was getting.
Letting the building spasms in her belly grow as his greedily swirling tongue in her cunt worked with greater intensity, she rolled her own lingual member out at the blood-filled cockhead licking it with warm saliva like she would a delicious sucker. She used the tip of her tongue like a velvet whip, lashing out at the sensitive head to make it jerk in response. Then laying out her tongue beneath, the underside of the pole of lust hardened flesh like it were a platter, she opened her mouth wide and hungrily sucked the throbbing purple head inside. He flung his hips forward as the huge throbbing tip filled her opened mouth and suddenly she felt like her throat was being pushed down to her belly. Fighting the gagging effect, she closed her jaws slightly around the swollen cock clamping her teeth down hard, and she licked and rolled her hot, wet tongue around as best she could in her totally-filled mouth. Jerking her head back she left long white marks over the surface of the huge penis from the force of her teeth pushing blood away from the white flesh. She then sucked back on it until she was ready to take more of it inside her wide-open mouth. The delicious pungent male odor and taste of his seminal fluid filled her nostrils and mouth, and it excited her into, savagely plunging her head down the long column of hardness, wanting now more than anything in the world to have his cum exploding hotly down into her throat.
Her wetly sucking mouth was fantastic, a swirling hot machine of pleasure around his cock, and she was taking it into her warm liquid depths nearly its full length. Her tiny white teeth biting down on it made his balls churn with the need to release his sperm, as sensation after sensation seemed to travel down the hardened rod to his groin. His face was pressed tightly into the slick narrow passage of her nakedly open cunt as she writhed and squirmed beneath it. She was near her climax; there was no doubt about it, and he worked his hips back and forth, driving his huge hardened cock in and out of her eagerly sucking mouth as his own excitement reached the same pinnacle.
She quickly became used to the thick shaft of hot hardened cock-flesh ramming in and out of her widely ovaled mouth, and she set about making it shoot off; she couldn't control anything in her own flaming body much longer. Reaching her hand up between his muscular and hairy thighs in front of her face, Vi cupped the rhythmically dancing sac containing his sperm-bloated balls hanging there in the warmth of her tiny palms, massaging their prize. Her lush, tensiled lips were grotesquely distended by the huge presence of his thrusting cock, and as she took it inside the moist warmth of her mouth, her lips folded inward with it. She ran her sensuously enthused tiny tongue around the bulbous head as fast as she possibly could, teasing and stroking and whipping it into final explosion submission. It seemed to grow larger with each lunge of her licentiously bobbing head, the blood-red thickness of the massive penis stretching and throbbing as it went deeper and deeper into her gasping throat.
She squeezed his bloated balls with her small hand, begging and pleading silently for the hot sticky cum they held, while at the same time her own hungry belly seemed to take flight into an ecstasy that she had never known in her life to be even vaguely possible.
Her lovely blonde head continued bobbing up and down the giant cock at a faster and faster pace, while she was grinding her widespread loins into his lusting face and ravenous tongue, feeling the gathering billows of her orgasm rising. She thought she would go mad if she didn't climax soon, and she grabbed the thick base of his huge penis, pumping furiously with her little hand wrapped tightly around it, mashing his wiry pubic hair hard against his groin as she avidly sucked with the maximum power of her greedy throat, urgently, desperately wanting him to meet the lusting passion in her raging belly., She was almost there, and he drove his fiery tongue deep into the hot clasping depths of her wet, clasping cunt. It contracted suddenly around his searing distended lingual member, and she moaned from way down in the boiling pit of her throat as her waiting belly rolled with one monumental spasm of erupting delight. She shoved her tingling cunt up hard against his ravaging face and tongue when her juices ran hotly, up her passion-wracked pussy. With a long whining sigh rumbling deep in her throat, she began cumming!
Every muscle, every nerve and ragged fiber of her exploded body was sensitive to, a fantastically overwhelming sensation that erotically tore through her. She was launched on a ride to sensual heaven and it "was a soaring, bursting firework display above and below and all around her, as the screaming release flooded her pulsating cuntal passage with hot gurgling liquid. Ed sucked and licked at her soaked vagina like a mad, starving animal after food, and his huge, hard cock swelled up to tremendous size as he pushed down deeply in her open, anticipating throat. Her mouth closed tightly around the hard, thick cock and her hand mechanically pumping the short length that remained outside as his balls at last let go the hot sticky sperm from captivity. It made the maddeningly sensational trip up the length of his convulsing cock, and blasted out from the huge swollen tip like a racing bullet from a rifle.
The sudden splashing blast deep in her throat almost caught Vi unaware, and she felt like her mouth was to be filled with spurting hot liquid from an inhuman working pump. Opening her throat and gulping as fast as she could, she again tasted the delectable pungent heat of his cum, only this time it was in huge boiling amounts. She was being flooded with it, and she had to suck furiously to keep up with the tremendous head. It was like icing on a cake as the realization of his climax hit her, and it again sent her whole body into wildly fantastic spasms of ultimate' joy. She didn't think anything could be so great, and loving each and every part of it, she lapped at the spewing, jerking head cock, licking and pulling in all of its hot delicious sperm to gulp down into her unquenchable belly. It was what she had been waiting so long to have, and she was getting it in a volume that made her forever a slave to the powers of cock!
Ed was out of his mind with joy as he gleefully went on climaxing into her young, beautifully sucking mouth. 'She was more sensual than he'd dreamed possible, and he thought he could go on cumming forever. He continued lapping at the hot liquid secretions that spilled out of her mind-shattering cunt around his working tongue, and he couldn't keep up with the passionately heated outflow. It ran wetly down the widespread crevice of her lush young buttocks, bathing and clinging to her puckered little anus before trickling in tiny droplets on the mattress below. Finally it was over, her pussy contracting one last time around his tongue, and she dropped her head back from his deflating cock at the same moment he lifted his head from her satiated cunt. He looked up at her face, and a lewd grin of cum-covered lips formed on his face as he saw that a sticky string of his sperm was still attached from the tip of his limply deflating cock to her mouth. She was breathing heavily, but not too much to prevent her from running her still eager pink tongue
. around her red rimmed lips to absorb the remaining drops of his hotly clinging semen.
She was too much, and Ed wasn't about to end his little game there. He sat up between her widely spread young legs, his eyes still wild when he looked down at the tight little hole of her wet, pink pussy. For sure, he was going to be ready for that little cunt in another second, or his name wasn't Ed Rockton!
"Did you like that, baby?" he asked, sarcastically, knowing full well that she did.
Vi could only feebly nod in response to his question, and she wasn't really sure what he meant. She was feeling totally delirious, not sure what had happened to her then, and she was really unable to comprehend what he was implying. The bedroom was spinning in her mind, as she had not yet come down from the heights of overpowering ecstasy she'd been sent to.
Ed took a deep breath, already feeling the returning sensations of another erection, and he moved over closer to Vi's beautiful young face. He put his mouth close to her ear, and in a very low whisper, he told her what to expect next.
""Get ready baby, 'cause daddy's gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours silly now!"
Chapter Nine
Stan McPhearson set down his plate of food, wondering Why he had been unable to spot Ed. He looked down the beach toward the large houseboat, wondering if he had gone there, but he didn't see a sign of anyone being on board. It was making him nervous, because he couldn't keep away from Ed's wife. He turned back around, noticing that Luci was watching him, and he smiled at her.
"You're certainly not eating much, Stan. Don't you like the food?" she asked, sweetly. She reached over and patted his bare' knee for the fifth time in as many minutes. "Didn't your Mama ever tell you that you have to eat to stay healthy?" She hoped that she wasn't being too obvious in her advances, but she liked the way it made him so nervous when she touched him.
"It's delicious, Luci.., You forget, that this is my second platefull!" he answered. She was goddamn sexy sitting there in her scanty bikini. Christ, the thing hardly covered her! If she wasn't married to Ed Rockton, he'd sure like to hop in the sack with her. Goddamn, he wished
Ed was around. One minute he was practically offering him a position with his company, and the next, he's, gone. Stan felt sure that the impression he was making' on Luci was an essential part of his'getting somewhere with Ed, but he wondered if Ed guessed what kind of impression he'd really, like to make on her.
"I don't blame you for not finishing your food," Luci casually said. "It's really too damned hot to eat!" she added, fanning herself with her hand. She figured it was time to-finish her part of the plan, and if it wasnt, she felt like going ahead anyway. She was too anxious to share in the fun, and arriving a little early might be interesting. She set her plate of food down on the sand, then kneeling close to Stan, she leaned her face in until her mouth nearly touched his ear.
"Let's go for -a. swim, huh?" she breathily whispered.
"S - Sure, that rounds good!" Stan answered, automatically, his pulse beating faster from her closeness.
"I want you to show me your houseboat," she added, and she stood up before Stan could answer. She started immediately to walk toward the "Water, and Stan ran quickly up behind her.
"M-My wife's there... feeling under the weather ..." He didn't know what to make of Luci Rockton's request, but he was hoping that he could somehow change her mind.
"I'd like to meet her," she immediately mapped back, but then she looked at him and smiled, "What's the matter? You afraid she might go for. a swim and leave us alone on youi boat?" She made her comment sound suggestive on purpose, and she saw that Stan didn't miss it.
Stan followed Luci into the water, wondering why she had so suddenly wanted to go see his boat. It wasn't the boat he minded showing her, but Vi. He was certain that she was still angry and there was no telling how she would treat Luci * when they unexpectedly showed up Christ, it was possible the whole job opportunity could be blown all to hell with one wrong word. The Rockton's were easy going; there was no question about that, but they were definitely not the type to be brought into a dispute over his wife's sexual inadequacies. Still, Luci was determined to go see his houseboat, so he thought he better stay up with her before she went aboard first. He quickened his swimming pace until he was along side the slowly swimming woman and she suddenly reached out, grabbing him around the waist.
"Ooohhh! I can't swim!" she playfully yelled, and she rubbed her curvaceous body against his, seeing his face flush with excitement.
He laughed at her little game, but he could just imagine what Vi would say if she was watching them in the water. Luci's full, pointed breasts pushed into his chest as she grabbed him tighter, and in spite of himself, his cock began to instantly harden. She was, really too damned sexy, he thought, and he wanted to kiss her right then, kiss her and squeeze her big tits in his hands. He was almost tempted to pull her under the water and. do it, but she suddenly pushed away from him and started swimming toward the houseboat again.
"Come on, Stan! I'll race you!" she challenged.
He put on his best form in the water, but he was only able to get to the front deck of his boat at the same time as she. He quickly jumped up onto the deck, then turned around to help Luci. She held her hand up to him, and as he lifted her up out of the water, he couldn't help staring at her firmly rounded breasts. The bikini top she was wearing was so tight that it forced most of the softly/giving flesh to protrude around it, and he was secretly hoping that the strap holding it might break.
"Thank you, Stan darling,"" Luci said, intentionally. She knew that he expected his wife to be within ear-shot, and she wanted to see if he would cringe from her choice of words. He did, but only slightly.
Stan turned toward the door to the cabin, wondering if Vi was waiting in the living area, but he didn't see her inside. He motioned Luci to follow him, and as he entered, he started to call Vi's name... but the sound he heard stopped him in his tracks!
"Ooooouuuuuuu, yessssss ... ! Fuck me like that, daddyyyyy!"
It was Vi's voice! He. didn't want to believe that he had heard her words correctly, but somehow, he knew it was true! He completely forgot about Luci in his excitement to get to the back of the boat where the bedroom was, so he didn't notice her beginning to slip out of her bikini.
"Ooohhh...! Yeeessssss! L-Like thatttttt!" Vi groaned, as Ed Rockton drove his long thick cock to the very depths of her passionately inflamed cuntal passage. He had entered her hot, wet channel with his mammoth rod of hardened, heavy-veined flesh ever so slowly, and it had seemed to take hours. He had finally bottomed out to both of their salacious joy as Stan came running into the room.
"Wh-what the hell... "Stan couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife's naked, obscenely spread body, her long, shapely legs jackknifed back to tier shoulders, and Ed Rockton pounding his strong hips down between them ... actually fucking her! He was stunned and he staggered backwards in total disbelief, his mind spinning in an attempt to make sense from the scene! His shout stopped Ed's glistening, thick cock-shaft in the process of withdrawal from her wetly clasping cunt, and he half-turned to look back over his shoulder at Stan. Vi was so aroused that she hadn't even heard Stan's shout, but she looked over at him when Ed stopped his pleasure-bringing sawing motion into her burning pussy.
"So, you're finished, are you?" Ed casually said to Stan, and he motioned with his eyes down at Vi under him. "She's not bad at all... How'd you like my wife?"
Stan was dumbfounded. Ed was .... was suggesting that he'd been fucking Luci... that, supposedly, to excuse what he was doing to Vi. But he knew he hadn't done a damned thing to Luci! Did Ed really believe that he had ... ?
Christ! He didn't know what to do; it was all so shockingly confusing! And the worst of it was that his wife was obviously going right out of her mind in her goddamned fornication with Ed Rockton! She ... she had never been like that for him! All he could think to do was to tell Luci to explain that they had done nothing, even though all the explanations in the world couldn't undo what was already done! Then, when he turned to call to Luci, he abruptly realized that both he and Vi had been tricked! Luci was standing right behind him ... totally naked! Christ, with her looking like that, how could he possibly say that nothing had happened between them and make even Vi believe it?
"Damn! Am I going insane?" he chokingly rasped.
"Come on, Stan, boy! Don't be a child ... Join the party!" Ed said, turning back around to get on with what he'd started.
"Vi..." How ... ? You .... ?" He was lost for words, as she was obviously not listening to him, anyway. She was totally and completely absorbed with the thorough adulterous fucking she was getting from Ed Rockton, and he knew that. she was convinced he had been fucking Luci! He felt like hitting someone, or something, but he was ragingly lost to figure out just what to do! It was Luci who answered his need, as if she had been reading his awe-stricken mind all along.
"Why don't you take her little asshole, Stan darling? I'll wager that's still virgin!" Her remark was slightly catty, but it struck him as the answer to his complete frustration. He would be able to finally get Vi in a way that was obscene as possible, and it would serve her right for being so uptight all these past months!
"Goddamn it, I will!" he shouted, pushing his wet swimsuit down over his hips. His cock was already half-hard from the licentious spectacle taking place on his bed, and it was jerking into solid erection just thinking about sodomizing his cheating young wife's tender, cherry anus! He no longer cared about the possible job with Ed Rockton's firm, or anything else for that matter! Now, it was a matter of pride, of pent-up sexual energy that was blinding him to all else!
"Roll her over, Ed! Now! I'm going to ass-fuck this sweet, holier-than-thou, wife of mine ... and settle a few things once and for all!" His voice Was quivering, but there was no mistaking his command. Ed drove his huge, stone-hard cock deep into her seethingly expanded cunt channel, then holding it there, he pulled her tightly against his muscular body and did as her husband had ordered, lecherous sensations racing hotly through his belly and groin. Maybe this was going to work out better than he'd thought. There was nothing that could beat a good dual fuck, especially when the bitch was as delicious as Vi!
Vi suddenly realized that it was actually Stan standing at the foot of the bed, and when he shouted his command, she was shocked into complete awareness. Her womb was on fire from the intense effects of Ed's immense cock, and when he suddenly rolled over with her, she put together what was happening. Stan intended to sodomize her ... fuck her asshole, while Ed Rockton fucked her cunt! Oh God! It would kill her, she horrifyingly thought, and she groaned out helplessly as Stan moved up onto the bed.
"Oh ... no! Please! You'll kill meeeee ... !" she pleaded, her brain a mass of apprehensive confusion. She had seen Luci standing there, too, and she was naked! H-Had Stan brought her there that way? Was he surprised to have caught her in the arms of Ed Rockton? Oh God ... if she weren't so hot and excited she'd fight them all ... but... but, Oh God, all she wanted now was to be fucked!
Ed held her tightly, his long, heavy cock impaled its full length in her sensuously inflamed cunt, and his legs kept her soft, licentiously spread thighs wide apart, leaving her tiny, puckered nether hole nakedly exposed to her young husband's perverse assault. She was terrifyingly helpless, and she trembled and moaned, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do to save herself from these two lust-filled men!
Stan crawled up between the quivering, wide stretched legs, putting his desire-aroused face close to the hotly joined flesh, seeing Ed's glistening, thick cock buried deep in his wife's wetly locked vagina. Her position was such that the smooth white cheeks of her rounded buttocks were spread widely apart, exposing her tiny, pink, virgin anus in the moistened vale just above the viscidly coated stump of cock-flesh buried in her nibbling hair-lined little cunt. She had taken Ed's horrendous cock easy enough, but then, she had never been fucked in the ass before. He knew that it was going to be tight, and without saying a word, he probed into the rubbery, snugly resistant passage with his extended middle finger to prepare it for the greater entry to come.
"Aaaaggghhh! Noooooqooo!" Vi painfully grunted, the sudden thrust of his lewdly invading finger, into her nether hole searing through her like a hot poker. Yet, even then, her body uncontrollably shivered with lascivious anticipation. Oh God, she had been wrong and he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his big, long cock into her tiny, virginal rectum... sodomize her... just the way she had seen Ed doing it to Luci on the beach, only it would be different because Ed was fucking her cunt at the same time! A masochistic excitement took charge of her thoughts as his finger wormed in and out of her defenseless little anus, enlargening the ovaled, puckered lips for the entrance of his hard, thickly punishing cock!
Skewering his finger into the tiny pink hole, Stan suddenly didn't care about the trickery that had brought them into such a situation. The idea of fucking his proud young wife in the ass and making her lose her goddamn, ever-present dignity was all that dominated his thoughts, and the lustful excitement made him impatient. She, tried vainly to wiggle her buttocks away from the unnatural assault as he screwed his finger in and out of her hot, spongy anal flesh. He could feel Ed's thick, hard cock making short anxious strokes in her moistly expanded vagina through the thin membraneous wall separating the two passages.
He couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his finger, making a lewd hissing pop that excited him further. His churning balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't hurry, and he leaned forward across her smooth, narrow back, the blunt tip of his lust-swollen, chastising cock pushing hard against the softly yielding crevice of her ass-cheeks. Ed was tightly holding her and Stan began to slowly worm his pulsating cock-head inside the tiny, slowly stretching opening, his rock-hard penis throbbing with salacious desire.
"Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" Vi grunted as her husband relentlessly and without mercy expanded the tight rubbery ring of her anus, wondering if she could ever survive this obscene punishment to her sensuously impassioned body. He lurched hard forward again, and suddenly the agonizing pain was too much! She couldn't endure it! It was going to kill her ...!
"Oh God! Please, nnnnnnooooooooooooo!" she wildly screamed in useless protest. She tried to squirm away from the mounting torment of pressure, but she was helplessly restrained, completely vulnerable.
Stan ignored his wife's screaming wails, shoving his lust-angered hips forward with all his strength, suddenly feeling her tightly clenched rectal lips give way to his brutal force. Pushing with all his might, his thick penis-head suddenly burst inside, the. tiny, ovally-stretched mouth snapping onto it like a steel trap.
"Aaaaaggggrihhhhh!" Vi cried out as her impaled rectum was salaciously stretched to impossible size, the pain of his sodomizing entry smashing into her brain like a thunderbolt. She desperately tried to twist away from the cruel invasion, but there was no escaping it. The sudden conflict between pain and weird pleasure was overwhelming; yet somehow it seemed the natural culmination of her experiences that day. She didn't understand why, but she gave up fighting, resigned to her punishment.
Stan felt the resistance give way, and lunging with his hips, he drove his hardened pole of enraged flesh several inches into the hot, spongy tunnel, making Vi scream again. The strong sphincter muscle of her lewdly expanded anal mouth clamped tightly around his throbbing cock, but-it only served to make him more anxious. To punish her completely, he had to bury it all the way to her hot little belly, and shoving forward with all his pent-up lust and anger, his long, thick cock plowed smoothly into her vainly resisting rectum, the soft rubbery walls giving and parting before his boring hardness, his groin smashing against and flattening her white trembling buttocks.
"Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmm!" Vi felt as if a sizzling hot crow-bar had cruelly been jammed into her rectum, like someone was trying to split her in two. Her entire cock-impaled loins were stretched inhumanly, with two monsters hungrily throbbing to tear at her soft, quaking belly, sandwiching her helplessly between. Yet, the initial pain in her forever-stretched rectum didn't affect the intensively raging heat in her lust-fired body at all; in fact, it masochistically heightened the already fantastic ecstasy - , an erotic blend of pain and passion, and the vibrant sensations in her quivering, hot belly seemed to rebound with frantic joy.
"Dammit, start fuckin', will you?" Ed Rockton groaned from beneath her, his aching cock pulsating with furious excitement.
"Christ... it's so fucking tight!" Stan gasped, his rectum-clenched penis throbbing with urgency, wanting to fuck deeper and deeper into her hot, clutching channel. The tip of his anally squeezed cock seemed to tingle with frenzied lust, and he arched his hips back, awkwardly trying to pick up the rhythm of the soaring, thick penis fucking from beneath up into his wife's wet, steaming cunt.
Luci Rockton had leaned close to watch Stan's sodomizing penis skewer into Vi's tiny, and now, licentiously stretched anus, the salacious rape causing her to pant in covetous lust. Vi's wet loins seemed to be impossibly expanded by the two huge, plunging, thick hard cocks. The elastic-like raw flesh of her asshole and cunt had flowered open to the twin assault, however, and Vi's cries suddenly began to change in tone. She was liking it... loving it! Luci moved around the bed so she could clearly see Vi's pretty face, and the image she saw was almost unreal. Her eyes were shut, then open, and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them. Her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around her parted lips, and the tension was that of extreme erotic pleasure, not pain! The transformation was complete, she was sure, and Luci had to share in the wild abandonment!
It was as if all of her had become a great receptacle, Vi hazedly imagined, her mind, arms, legs, thighs, breasts, belly, loins, and every minute pore that was a part of her sensuously aroused young body. It was all open and willing and ready to have the fantastic bliss that was being showered upon her. She loved it, and the more bizarre, the better! The two pounding, pleasure-bringing cocks were driving relentlessly into her responding genitals, one cramming beautifully into her rectum, while simultaneously, the other drove wildly into her passionately burning vagina. She was being buffeted about between them like a helpless rag-doll as they furiously strained toward their climaxes, while she began to undulate her whole sensuously inspired body between the two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in tiny abandoned circles.
"Oh ... Oh God! Fuck me! Oh, yesssss! Fuck-me hard ... both of you!" Vi screamed, and the two men seemed to answer her request with thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep into her hot, tumultuous belly at the same time, then again withdrawing their hugely throbbing cocks, only to plunge faster again. Ed Rockton's hips would angle up, shoving his long, thick penis into the depths of her vaginal channel, while at the same time, her young husband pushed down and in from behind, his racing, heavy cock probing hotly into the fleshy tunnel of her desperately clutching ass, the two pinching her tightly together until they again withdrew. It was mote erotic and wild than anything she thought imaginable, and she squeezed rectally and cuntally at the twinly burrowing cocks, wanting desperately to milk them both of the white hot male cum they contained. Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of sensual passion, but when suddenly she saw the silky triangle of feminine pubic hair moving close to her lips, she understood immediately who it was and what was to be done.
Luci spread her shapely, white legs out wide, positioning her seething, wet cunt so that it was open and accessible to the impaled young woman's lush, tongue-moistened lips, and she wailed excitedly as Vi quickly flicked out her pink, little hot tongue at the glistening, coral-hued crevice between her flushed, hair-fringed cunt lips. The beautiful young girl was like a wild bitch-animal, anxious to lap up the aroused vaginal secretions that flowed hotly from the older woman's cunt. Her tiny pink tongue snaked into the wet, velvety flesh like a hot probe, sliding smoothly down the feverish, liquid-like valley until it found the sensuously clasping opening of her nibbling little vaginal mouth. She hungrily licked around the gaping hole, sucking all of the warm juices wantonly into her mouth to savor, and then, stretching her little tongue its full length, she thrust it deeply up into the excitedly steaming passage, while her lips sucked voraciously at Luci's flaccidly hot pussy flesh.
"Oooooouuuuuuu ... yesssssss! Suck it... lick it like that, darling!"
It was almost too unreal to believe, but it was happening to both him and his wife, Stan stupidly thought. They were caught up in some sexual game of winner takes all, and it was really fantastic. His wife's beautiful, virginal young asshole around his now powerfully skewering cock was unbelievably tight and sensuous, and he frantically fucked into her there, knowing that she was near the orgasm of her life!
It was there, all right, and she couldn't think of anything lacking that could add to her supreme happiness! She was surrounded, drenched, saturated with the ultimate lust-satisfying, erotic pleasures, giving and taking all at once, and it was driving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. She had the taste and scent to accompany the sensations in her ragingly quivering belly, and she would soon feel it all culminating in both her screaming hot cunt and deliciously tingling rectum! It was complete fulfillment, and she was soaring to reach the mysterious peak!
Sandwiched between the two rhythmically fucking male bodies, Vi seemed to churn with sexual energy, her vagina and rectum pulling and sucking with tremendous force at all the hot, hard probes around her. Her motions were like a trigger for all the grinding passion electrically charged as one. Stan slammed his heavy straining cock first to the depths of her tingling rectum, and the moment it began firing, Ed's immense rod of hard, burning flesh followed in her eagerly clasping cunt. They were both buried to their entirety, and their hot, blasting sperm sizzled nectarously in her receptively jerking young belly.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Vi moaned her climax against Luci Rockton's convulsing cunt as she felt the scalding fluid pumping into her own rectum and vagina. She hard Luci scream at the same time, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the delectable climatic juices she so hungrily wanted. They all bounced and jerked in an obscene sexual dance of orgasm on the bed, and their Orgasms went on and on ...
It didn't really ever end, as there were other things to try as well as other partners, and they all spent the "fun week" in various styles of erotic pleasure... until both Vi and Stan thought it would never, end ...
Chapter Ten
The lagoon was still and quiet, the water seeming to stand frozen with tiny silvery tips spaced evenly apart. Vi stood on the forward deck of the houseboat, looking out across the water to the now deserted beach. It was exactly like the way they had first seen it, and that time seemed so very distant in the past. It was odd, she thought, but it looked as though nothing had happened there at all.
"Isn*t it beautiful, darling?" she said as Stan slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her backside against his muscular body.
"Like the day we arrived," he answered.
"Yes, I was just thinking that."
"Well, honey, we have to go," he said softly, and he turned his wife around to face him, then kissed her full on the lips. He held her in the kiss for a long moment, savoring the newly awakened sensuality of his beautiful wife. But-then he had to stop himself, knowing that time was running out. He broke away from the lingering kiss, and he smiled at her. "Will you cast off the port Jines, mate?"
"Aye, aye, sir!"
He walked into the cabin and started up the engine of the slow moving craft, and when he was satisfied that all was in working order, he called to Vi.
"Okay. Let her go!"
"She's adrift, captain!" came the reply, and Stan pushed the throttle on' full. The lumbering houseboat slowly got under way, and he steered it back toward the channel leading to the main river.
Vi stayed outside on the forward deck, her mind rapidly scanning over the events of the past weeks. The fantastic spot near the river they thought they had discovered had become the beginning of a total change in their lives. They were going home now, but home wasn't going to be the same anymore. They wouldn't even be living there for long, as an apartment was no longer suitable. Ed Rochton had spelled it out in simple terms. An architect designing houses for him had to live in a decent house! Of course they could afford one now, and that made a lot of difference too. Stan was really happy, which made her happy, as he would be able at last to start doing the things that he's always wanted to do, and of course that which -he was best able to do, Vi reminded herself. There was another change, and that was perhaps the most important. They now had a good sex life together, and it had brought them closer together than ever before.
The boat was nearly into the narrow channel that led out. of the cul-de-sac, and Vi took one more look around before going inside to join her husband. She was going to miss this place, she thought unhappily, and she sniffed back the tears slowly welling up in her eyes.
