Perhaps contrary to popular opinion, there exists in this country today a unique underground of sorts that follows a set of rules for living, uncommon to those unaware. Hints of the extent of this vital culture keep appearing in various places and at various times, and if one were to put it all together, it would be far larger than a simple estimate might have it. This underground culture is underground not for being illegal, but rather for the purpose of avoiding social stigma and criticism.
Wife-swapping has an immoral ring to it, yet it is only judged immoral by those who have leftover ethics from puritanical forefathers. Still, it remains an underground culture, and this is perhaps due to the exclusivity of the club it produces. People engaged in such activity don't need to broadcast their personal feelings to the rest of the world, and they at the same time hope that the rest of the world did not try to impose its ideas on them. Unfortunately this isn't the case. Wife-swapping is immoral, they will say, and they will add that their way of life is the only one. Condemn another for his beliefs, in an attempt to sell your own-might be the best way of describing such people. So the exclusive club of wife-swappers remains underground to avoid having to play another's game of selling a belief.
Those who have experienced the trading of their partner do not believe it is immoral, but those who have neither the will nor desire to engage in such activity cannot leave others alone. They feel they have to preach their own methods of living, perhaps because deep down they are not so sure they are really right.
Wife for Wife, delves into the other side of +he coin-so to speak-and Mr. Blake Simmons has found that the underground culture can be more than just a playground for lovers. In fact, one could almost describe it as a form of therapy intended to release the emotional inhibitions that plague the everyday lives of millions of people in the world today. Mark and Ann Jensen are one such couple, their marriage born out of conventionalism and puritanical ethics. Yet, they are modern people exposed to rapid modern changes, and a natural conflict results from such exposure. They are not able to bury their heads in the sand, as they live in a world that no longer believes in ancient values. Misfits might be the most suitable description, as they try to live their lives on a set of rules that in reality is contrary to what they practice. A change of climate proves to be their cure, but without the existence of the underground culture, one must still wonder if they ever could have made a good life together.
The publishers are most grateful to the author for having the perception to see this discrepancy in those who would condemn without really knowing the cause behind the growth of such a culture. It is just such insight that is needed to help make this world free for all people, whatever their beliefs.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The night flight to Hawaii was more than disappointing to Ann, as she had wanted to see the Pacific Ocean from the air during the entire trip. Yet, it was the busy season, if there is such a thing as a non-busy-season in Hawaii, so she couldn't really get angry at Mark for not getting the earlier flight. The big jet was filled with people, and Ann had to admit that the chances of obtaining space on any other flight would be most difficult. She was willing to be satisfied with just being able to have a first vacation and real honeymoon with Mark, so she said nothing to him concerning her disappointment.
Mark had gotten her a window seat, and even though there was little to look at in the darkness below, she spent a good deal of the time looking outside. It was her first trip in an airplane, and the excitement that it created made her heart pound. She was twenty-two years old, and she figured it was about time she got on a plane. The departure from San Francisco International Airport was not only exciting for her, but she was also a little shook by the power she felt around her. It lifted off with such force, that she thought it might tear apart around her. Yet, she left somehow secure, and she sat back in the comfortable seat to enjoy the flight as best she could in spite of the absence of view. The lights of the city below seemed to disappear within seconds, and all that Ann could see were tiny dots of light which she guessed were ships in the night. As the flight progressed, those occasional dots below became less frequent, and except for the standard interruptions from the busy stewardess, Ann's mind drifted into deep melancholy thought.
The trip to Hawaii meant a lot to her, as she felt that it was just the proper remedy for all the problems affecting her marriage to Mark. They had never really had a chance to get away from the pressures of his job at the electronics company, and she was convinced that the job had a lot to do with the pressures that seemed to get worse between them. The trip was really her first chance to get to know Mark at a real depth of understanding.
Although her childhood was not completely a sheltered existence, when she got out of secretarial school, she was naive about the real aspects of life in general. It was perhaps that naivete that made her particularly attractive to Mark, as there were several good-looking secretaries in the pool at the company. It had been her first job after graduating from the business school, and she found the attentions of all the junior executives rather annoying at first. She had felt that they were distracting her from doing the job she had been hired to do, and she didn't consider their attentions as a compliment to her good looks. In fact, she actually was shy enough to believe that she was only average in appearance. She felt it was just standard procedure in the company for all men using the secretarial pool to pay more attention to the newest secretary. The other girls would always give her friendly warnings about this man or that, and who was the one to look out for on a date. Ann never accepted an invitation to go out with any of the men in the office. She felt it was not a good thing for her position.
Mark Jensen did not use the secretarial pool, as he was an engineer considered particularly bright in his special electronics field. He had his own secretary, and Ann didn't even know he worked for the company when she met him for the first time. As outside salesmen often hung around the room where her desk was located, she thought Mark was just another salesman trying to get somewhere with the girls.
Ann noticed him immediately, but not only because of his dark and tall appearance, but also by the way he was talking to Mrs. Trumble, the pool supervisor. It was as though he had known her for years, and she thought it strange that a handsome, young salesman would be so friendly with the old biddy. The mystery was cleared up almost immediately after he left the office, as Mrs. Trumble called Ann to her desk to tell her that she was to go to the engineering department to fill in for a secretary who was out on vacation. Mrs. Trumble was explaining then that Ann would be working for Mr. Jensen, and it was then that she realized who the man was.
Ann was impressed with Mark from the first day she moved into his office to work, and she felt that the feeling was mutual on Mark Jensen's part. However, it wasn't until after she had returned to the secretary pool that Mark called her for a date. It was the first date Ann accepted since moving from Fresno to Palo Alto.
From that point on everything that happened was like a wonderful whirlwind of happy events as their dating became more and more frequent. Mark was like the real gentleman that Ann had only dreamed existed, and she was in love with him from the very start. There was a few occasions during their dating when she had to stop forward advances from Mark, but he never made her feel embarrassed about having done so. She was still a virgin, and she had no intention of losing that status until she was married, no matter how strongly she might feel about Mark. She was so naive, she had no idea how frustrating her attitude was for Mark.
Ann wasn't aware of it, but her very appearance was like an open invitation for sexual pleasure. While she thought of herself as rather plain, in reality, she looked quite startling. She had a natural beauty that seethed of sex beneath the surface, and the absence of excessive make-up made her appearance that much more desirable. She thought of her hair as plain brown, while actually, it had a reddish sheen in its natural cascade down to her shoulders that turned men on fire to look at it. Her smooth skin had a slight bronze tone from the sun, and it seemed to heighten the deep blueness of her large eyes. What really made men in the office look at her was her slender yet shapely body that showed its full, sensuous curves no matter how conservative a dress she wore. In fact, everyone in the office thought she probably would fuck like a mink in the sack, and few would have believed that she was still a virgin. Her mouth was slightly small, yet her lips were full and inviting, and she had an unconscious habit of running her pink tongue over her lips from time to time. This action drove every man in the office crazy with desire to kiss her there, but Ann didn't believe they were hanging around her for any other reason than they had hung around the other girls. She thought they were all just being friendly to the newest girl in the office.
When Mark had asked her to marry him, Ann was in such a daze of joy, that she immediately began talking about the beautiful wedding she and Mark would have. Yet after the initial shock of his proposal, she came down to earth long enough to realize that there would be little point in having a large wedding. Her parents in Fresno couldn't afford any kind of major wedding expense and she was conventional enough to believe that she herself, had to take care of all the expenses involved. She was greatly relieved when Mark suggested they simply get married by a justice of the peace, after she had left the job. She had given two week's notice, and she was so excited by the prospect of her marriage to Mark that her last two weeks on the job seemed to drag on forever. She made more mistakes in her typing than she ever had before, and when the end of that time finally arrived, she was glad to be through working. She had made up her mind that she was going to make a career out of being the best wife any man ever had. Unfortunately, after almost a full year it still hadn't worked out that way.
After a very mainland-type of dinner of chicken had been served by the stewardess, a film was started in the cabin of the big jet. Mark wanted to watch it and had two stereo-type earphones planted firmly on his head, but Ann just wasn't interested in paying attention to a movie on her first plane ride. She stared out into the darkness below for a sign of some life in the form of tiny lights from distant ships. Without really wanting it to happen, her thoughts drifted back to the night of their wedding, a night indelibly imprinted on her mind, even though it had been nearly eleven months in the past.
Things had been so busy at the company that Mark had only been able to take one day off for his wedding, and he had naturally picked a Friday so they would have the whole weekend without interruptions. They had made an appointment with a justice that afternoon, and in the morning Mark came over to her apartment to help load the few possessions for transport over to his house in the Los Altos hills. Ann had spent that first week after leaving her job in getting all her things together for the move to Mark's house, and she had succeeded in getting it all into a few boxes, with the exception of her clothes. Her furnished one-room apartment couldn't hold very much anyway, but she hadn't had time to really acquire any important possessions, either. She liked Mark's house, even though it was really more of a bachelor's pad than a home, and it was more than adequate in size for the two of them. It was a very modern modified A-frame with a large master bedroom on a balcony overlooking a double-story living room. There was another bedroom on the main floor, but Mark had been using it as an office and study for his work at home. What she liked particularly about the place was the open-beamed redwood construction throughout. It made her feel like she was out in the country, even though the view out of the two-story windows to the front was of houses spreading out continuously down below. Yet, there were many trees on the lot around the house, and the neighbors on either side had built their houses some distance away from Mark's property. The nearest house they could see out of the living room was below them, and at least one hundred yards away. Ann like the view from the house particularly on a clear evening, as she felt the thousands of different colored lights below were like sparkling jewels in a shimmering carpet laid out for her alone. It had been just such a clear evening on her wedding day. The ceremony had been brief and to the point, but it was nonetheless very moving for Ann. The man performing the ceremony had a very kind face, and he spoke with such conviction that she started to cry. Her tears were of joy, and she knew that at that moment she was the happiest woman in the world. Everything to that moment had gone just as she had planned and dreamed it would go, and she felt all her preparations for the event had been right. She had worked out everything in her mind the night before, and she had even carefully considered what would subsequently occur between she and Mark. She had dreamed how he would impatiently take her to their home in the hills, have a chilled bottle of expensive champagne, in a silver bucket beside the king-size bed on the balcony, and then between sips of champagne he would gently make love to her for the first time. But that part of the planned day didn't go the way she had dreamed it would.
Ann had inadvertently overlooked the witnesses to the ceremony, a husband and wife whom Mark had known for years. They couldn't simply be ignored after the ceremony, and so they all went to a nearby restaurant for cocktails and hors d'oevres. The congratulatory toasts seemed to go on forever, and she drank more liquor than she had ever had at one time in her life. The gaiety was infectious, in spite of her desire to be alone with Mark, and she just went along with the flow of activity that occurred. It was a continuous stream of one drink to top another, and it didn't finally culminate until after they had all eaten a large dinner. It was only then that Mark's longtime friends finally departed the scene, and she and Mark drove quietly to his home.
The one thing that had stuck in Ann's mind from the experience with the witnesses to the rites was the way they seemed to act about Mark's and her relationship. She got the distinct impression that they believed she and Mark had been together in bed often, and that, therefore, they were in no hurry to get alone together that night. Although the opposition was true, she didn't have the courage to admit it, and so she had just gone along with their thinking. Mark hadn't made any effort to correct them, either, and she figured that he merely wanted to protect her from embarrassment. She knew her attitude about waiting for sexual relations until after marriage was considered provincial and horribly old-fashioned by most people they associated with, but that still had had no effect on her decision to wait. She was convinced that her philosophy was the right one for her, and she felt that whatever others wanted was fine for them, as long as they didn't try to force their attitudes on her. Mark had never been insistent in the occasional petting in which they had engaged during their brief dating, and Ann actually believed that he didn't want to rush into sexual involvement before marriage, too. She had no idea how frustrated he had become.
When they arrived home, Mark did get champagne from the refrigerator, but the drinks they had after dinner out made the champagne less desirable than Ann had imagined it would be. She was hurriedly handed a glass of sparkling liquid by Mark, and then after a slightly drunken statement, he set his glass down and began to undress in front of her. Ann didn't quite know how to take it, as she had never been in a bedroom with a man undressing, and although she wanted to please him more than anything else, the shock of the experience made her retreat to the bathroom on a false pretense. Once inside the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror, primarily checking to be sure that she looked desirable to Mark. The drinks and the glass of champagne she held in her hand helped to make her feel less nervous about the anticipated first coupling, and she decided to strip off her clothes there in the bathroom to be able to walk out and present her naked body to Mark to do with as he wanted. After all, she reasoned that she now legally belonged to him, and it was her duty to be as available as he demanded.
After gulping down the remaining liquid in the glass, Ann set it down on the sink, and watching herself closely in the mirror, she began to take her clothes off. She realized that she had formed a habit of step-by-step removal of each garment she wore, and she thought to herself that the habit might have to be changed now that she was married to Mark. It was one of those little things that go with married life, she figured, but she still followed her normal pattern at that time. The dress she had carefully selected for her wedding came off first, and as she lifted it up over her head, she moved it so as to not disrupt her hairdo. The dress was lined so she hadn't worn a slip, otherwise that would have come off next in the normal order of things. What did remain, however, was a pair of panty hose, a white lacy bra, and a pair of sheer blue panties under the nylon material. Stepping out of her shoes, Ann bent down to remove the nylons from her long shapely legs, and she carefully rolled them up before wondering where she could put them. There was a long shelf next to the mirror, and she decided to put them there. Before removing her bra, she looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and then unfastened the clip in the back which released the bra from her full, round breasts. She still had no idea how sexually appealing she was, but she did stare wide-eyed at the reflection of her firm, pointed breasts, the pink nipples at the tips looking like tiny hard buttons waiting to be sucked and nipped by a warm mouth. The flat, slender form of her belly, was smooth, and tapered down to the curving mound that was clearly apparent beneath the blue material of her panties. There was a slight open space between the inner thighs, an inviting opening to the secret of her carefully protected young vagina.
As if in a daze, Ann pushed her thumbs under the elastic band top of her panties and worked the filmy material down around her smooth hips until it clung loosely to her upper legs. The light-colored triangle of silky pubic hair covering her vagina seemed to glow in the dull light of the bathroom, and for one wonderful instant Ann felt she was desirable. But then she suddenly felt embarrassed over her own appreciation of her nakedness, and she pulled the panties back on, afraid to walk out into the bedroom in total nudity. She decided to leave the panties on until Mark insisted they come off.
"Ann! What the hell are you doing in here?!" Mark's voice sounded impatiently. She was abruptly brought back to the reality of the situation, and she knew that she had to go out of there into the bedroom and face her new husband. Her fear was not that of sex, but rather she was afraid of not pleasing Mark. That had been the most important part of married life in her mind, and she knew from the experience of reading that it was difficult for a virgin to please a man the first time. She turned away from the mirror, and taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
Mark was sitting on the edge of the king-size bed, a glass of champagne in his hand, and he was completely naked. She tried not to look down at the half-hard penis that protruded from between his thighs, and she stared at Mark's eyes for a sign of approval instead. For a long moment she just stood by the doorway in her nearly naked state, looking at Mark. He stared back at her, his eyes moving over every part of her sensuous body, and she could almost feel them touching her. Then suddenly, he was at her side, and his arms pulled her tightly to his naked body in strong embrace.
"You're even more beautiful naked than I had imagined," Mark whispered quietly into her ear, and his mouth slowly pressed against her lips in a hard kiss. Ann felt greatly relieved, but there was something to contend with anew as she felt the hardness of his penis pushing against her loins. His cock was no mystery to her, as she had often felt it under the fabric of his pants when they kissed standing up, but now he was naked, and his cock was straining in anticipation of entering her vagina. Before she knew what was happening, she suddenly found herself lying on her back on the bed.
Still holding his mouth firmly to her full lips, Mark had lifted Ann off of her feet and carried her to the bed. He had been waiting for the moment he would have her alone, his first real opportunity to fuck her since they had met, and all the passion stored up in him had suddenly come to the surface, demanding an outlet. He didn't want to wait for anything, as he had to have his hungry cock inside her virgin pussy, filling her with all the pent-up life within himself.
Ann didn't know what to think, as she found herself being mauled by Mark. His mouth was suddenly on her breast, the pink nipple being sucked and chewed on as though he were going to completely devour it. It hurt her, but not nearly as much as the terror she felt when his hands groped for, and found, her flimsy nylon panties, her last line of resistance. He didn't even remove them from her legs, but instead she felt them ripped off of her like a flimsy piece of paper. The sudden urgency of Mark's actions confused and frightened her, and she cried out at him to stop.
"No, Mark! Please! Not this way!"
Her pleas went unheeded, as Mark continued his desperate attempt to undo all the frustrations built up in him for several months. The liquor in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but instead it helped inflame him to a point he had never reached in his life. He wasn't himself anymore, but he was instead a wild man, hungry for the lust that had been denied him too long. Feeling the silky smoothness of her pubic hair, Mark jammed his fingers down into the soft flesh of her pussy, searching desperately for the tightly bound opening he had to have.
It seemed like there was no time for anything but a frantic type of wrestling as the frightened girl fought with her fear of Mark's unexpected brutality. Was that the way sex was performed between the newlywed couple? Ann could believe it was, and she was afraid that she had grossly miscalculated Mark's character. When Mark's fingers worked through her soft blonde pubic curls and dug into the folds of her vagina, she felt nothing but anguish, even when he teased his fingertip against her clitoris. She wasn't frigid or anything like that as she had often thought about how her first sexual experience would be. There had been times, many times, that she had probed her vagina with her own fingers to satisfy the burning desire in her body, and although she didn't practice masturbation often, she had found at times that she couldn't resist her urges. She had never really reached the sexual heights she anticipated, but she also felt that surely those heights would come with the aid of her husband. It was an initially gentle coupling she wanted, but Mark wasn't letting that experience be a part of her first time.
"Ooooohhhh! Pleeeeze, Mark!" Ann moaned when his fingers cruelly dug into the tender flesh around the opening between her thighs. She couldn't understand why he was being so aggressive, and she squirmed under his strong grip in a futile effort to get away.
Mark was completely absorbed in his passion to fuck his new bride. Her body was like a masterpiece of sexual joys rolled into one, and just the sight of her made his heart pound with lust. Her cunt was tight, virginal, and he shoved his finger inside the warm flesh passage in a hurried attempt to prepare it for his throbbing penis. Ann's helpless moans went unnoticed in his frenzy, and he cruelly drove his fingers in and out of the tight, restricting passage between her thighs with savage thrusts. Ann's efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his powerful knees placed firmly on the bed between her thighs, and he continued to suck and pull at the smooth flesh of her full, lush breast with his wet, warm mouth.
Wanting desperately to please him, but unable to take the humiliation and pain of his lusting madness, she struggled hopelessly with her husband-turned-assailant. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but the tearing pain of his fingers in her vagina hurt her more mentally than it did physically. In spite of the cruel base emotions behind his actions, Ann felt an excitement of seduction that she had also been waiting for for a long time. Her excitement wasn't nearly enough to compensate for her shame and embarrassment, yet it did help her in making his frenzied lust less painful than she imagined it to be. Her vagina was becoming moist in spite of her feelings, and way back in the back of her feelings, and way back in the back of her brain, she felt the sensations of electricity making her clitoris grow hard. But, before she could hold onto these emotions, Mark had pulled his fingers from her vagina quickly while lifting his face from her breasts. In an instant he was on his knees between her out-spread thighs, his arms placed firmly on her shoulders to pin her back on the bed. All that she could see was the blazing lust in his eyes, and the giant erect penis that stood straight out from his groin was pointing directly at her exposed vagina. He was staring down at her pubic mound like a hungry animal about to feast on its long-sought prey, and Ann's naked body shook violently.
"Mark, please be gentle! Don't hurt me, darling! Pleeeeeezee!" she moaned, but her husband didn't lift his eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't even hearing her, and she prepared herself for the worst. She was sure that his huge cock would split her in two, and the thought made her look closely at its throbbing length. The tip was thick and purple, a gland-shaped head that seemed to bulge out with his growing excitement. She could clearly see the long shaft lined with blue of blood-filled veins which pounded with his heartbeat, and the entire huge column protruded like a great battering ram from a tight tangle of black pubic hair covering his groin. The twin sacs holding his balls were drawn up tightly between his thighs, and she knew that the sperm inside was pounding and anxious to be released. As much as it frightened her, she suddenly had visions of the huge member spurting out white-hot cum from the dilated tip, and she wondered how that would feel gushing up inside her womb.
Mark knew that he couldn't contain himself much longer, but he hesitated from that instant to carefully examine the tight pussy nestled nearly between his young bride's smooth, white thighs. There was something about the look of her cunt that he had never felt about any other cunt he had fucked before that moment. It was so pure, and yet so passionate in its appearance. The silky smooth light-colored pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her vagina was interesting in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pink opening were tiny beads of moisture that had flowed from the passage of her womb. It looked absolutely untouched, like a new fresh-made sheath of female flesh for his cock alone, and he was sure that it had a life all its own, only ready and waiting to massage the throbbing penis of his until it had milked all of the fluid from his body. It was the most sensual sight he had ever seen, and he had to have it wrapped around his cock right away.
Shifting his weight to one side, Mark took his long penis in his hand, and he moved his hips forward until the thick, rubbery flesh of the purple head made light contact with the sweet warmth of her cunt. Using his cock like a wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit until he had parted the firm lips that were tucked away, hiding her tiny, defensively clenching vagina. Ann moaned when he lightly brushed the bulbous head against her clitoris, and he took that as a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He wasn't really paying any attention to her cries, and when he had his cock positioned over the opening to her cuntal passage, he rolled over her body to ready himself for driving the giant member quickly inside her.
In total confusion, Ann resigned herself to her fate as she felt her new husband desperately working his cock into the folds of her virginal cunt. Her pleas for mercy were going through his head like they had never been spoken at all, and she knew that he was determined to have her right then. The pressure on the tight opening to her womb became greater and greater until she thought she would be ripped apart, and she was sure the huge fleshy object would never fit inside her vagina. It couldn't fit, it was much too big!
"Pleasssee! Noooooo! Markkkk! I can't take ittttt!" Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his insistent pressure, but Mark continued pushing his hips forward with all his strength. His aching cock was ram-rod hard and stiff, and just the excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out even wider, Mark knew that the moment had come, and with a mighty shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening of her hot cunt.
"AAAaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" Ann felt a great flashing pain dash through her body like she had been stabbed with a hot poker iron, and her vagina was stretched wide as it opened to take the thick head of his penis inside her. It hurt hellishly, but he had gained his entrance to her young, virgin passage. She had no idea of how she would feel when the rest of the cock pushed inside her cunt, but she expected the worst and tried to worm her way upward on the bed. She wanted to get out from under the painful thrust of his cock and she screwed her buttocks hard down into the mattress, but to no avail. She was held securely in place by his arms and legs, and looking down over the tops of her full breasts, she could see that only an inch of his long column had penetrated her body. It was simply hopeless, and she was convinced" that she would most certainly die from the pain.
The tight passage around the head of his bulging penis served only to excite him more, and Mark could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock sending signals of pleasure deep inside his groin. It felt good, and he had to have his cock all the way inside the tight firm passage before he gushed out his sperm right then and there. Even though he was aware of the pain he was causing his bride he somehow couldn't keep himself in control, and he shoved hard forward again to drive his penis further between her tightly resisting thighs.
"Oooooohhhhh! AAAggggghhhhh! Nooooooo!" It was terrible, worse than she had imagined it could be, and Ann bit her teeth into her lip in an effort to keep from passing out cold. Mark was acting like a maniac, and she thought he would kill her without even knowing he had done so. She was totally humiliated by his crude coldness toward her feelings, and at that moment she wished she had never met or fallen in love with this man. Her passage was stretched to the point of splitting, and that pain was dousing any chance of a fire in her womb, for that night, at the very least. Yet, when he shoved forward again, sinking his cock in another few inches, the pain in her vagina was suddenly gone. She didn't think about it at the time, but the pain she was feeling was in her head. It was because of the way Mark was acting that she was hurt, and she felt like she had been cheated out of everything she had dreamed about for her wedding night. There was no gentleness or understanding, but instead there was a vicious lusting selfishness of one-sided fucking for only one person's gratification. She was being shamed, not physically damaged by his cruel thrusting up into her defenseless vagina.
She was tight, really tight, and Mark felt like his cock was going to explode at any second. The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy around his slowly-sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure to his brain, that he knew he would have to do something quickly to keep himself from cumming before he got all the way inside. He had to have it all the way inside her cunt before he shot his load, and he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the maximum depth of her newly-stretched vagina. It slipped down the passage like a high-powered locomotive steaming through a narrow dark tunnel at full speed.
"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHH! AAAGGGHHHH!" Ann didn't know what hit her, the suddenness of his penetration was so severe. She thought a giant rod had been plunged into her belly, skewering her like a roast for the pit, and the surprise of being completely filled by Mark's huge penis made her tense up in a desperate attempt to stop the final humiliation. She was helpless, and she felt like she was hanging on the end of his groin, suspended by the fleshy pole buried deep inside her belly. It was the final blow to her ego, the final blow to all that she had dreamed about in her imagination of the first night with her new husband. Her womb ached from the rubbery fleshed head of his penis pressed into her cervix, and she raised her head to look down between their lewdly joined bodies. Mark's pubic hair was tangled with the lighter hair covering her vagina, and it staggered her imagination to believe that his hardened penis was buried all the way up inside her belly.
Mark fought off the tremendous desire to cum, but the pressure in his balls was getting out of control. He was too excited by the sensation of having his whole cock in the warm, slick clasp of his young bride's cunt. It was better than he had hoped for, better than he knew. Flexing his cock several times in his attempt to hold back his mounting climax didn't help at all. Ann only moaned from her pained humiliation, and otherwise there was no response from her. Mark couldn't wait for her to come to any adjustment, and he had to immediately start fucking his huge cock in and out of her freshly stretched vaginal passage. Pulling his hips back slowly at first, he withdrew the long column from the depths of her . womb until only the thick swollen head remained inside, then with even greater speed than before he plunged his cock back into the warm depths of her wet open cunt.
"Oooohh! Pleeaase! Markkkk!" Ann chanted her discomfort to no avail, as her husband began to unmercifully pound his cock in and out of her vagina. She was feeling nothing but shame and frustration at the situation, as he hadn't even waited for her to adjust to his huge size. She couldn't understand why he was being so cruel, and that thought dominated her mind to such a degree that she didn't consciously notice the slowly-igniting flame in the pit of her belly. If things had been done almost any other way, she would have realized that his pounding cock was actually feeling good. The tight smooth walls of Ann's tight clasping cunt seemed to part and wrap warmly around his driving cock as Mark shoved his hips forward in a powerful downward thrust. He was fucking her as hard and fast as he could to make up for all the frustrating nights he had longed to fuck the hell out of her. Each deep plunge of his long column was like a blow that released his pent-up emotions, and the strains of having her stop his advances on the many occasions before their marriage were slightly eased. It was as though he had finally completed an act he had started several months before, and he was furiously making up for lost time. Ann was squealing with each long plunge of his throbbing cock, and he looked down at her beautiful writhing body as he battered his way into her and out. Her legs were locked around his hips, making it hard work for him to go in and out of her cunt as fast as he wanted to, but he could clearly see her pink cunt as his moist cock slid into her depths. The other elastic like ring of moist flesh seemed to flow in with his rigid column, then it would roll back out as he withdrew his cock. Her hot, virginal little pussy was clasping his cock so tightly that he felt he could feel his blood swirling around inside his hardened penis, and he drove down into the depths of her cunt with such force that he lifted her buttocks up off the bed. His balls swung freely, slamming against the crevice of her buttocks with a loud noise, and her breasts seemed to respond by bouncing up toward the top of the bed. Her reddish brown hair was spilling all around her head as she rolled from side to side, and Mark was sure he had never seen a more sensual woman in his life.
The incessant pounding in her vagina was like punishment for something she didn't understand, and Ann wanted to cry from the frustration it gave her. She couldn't enjoy it even though she wanted to, because if she did it would be like showing Mark that she approved of his methods in bed. She couldn't believe that was the way sex was conducted, it just didn't seem possible, so she shut the growing sensations in her womb out of her mind in a self-protest to the way she was being treated. Yet, Ann had to look again down between their bodies at the huge penis sliding in and out of her widespread cunt. It was red and glistening as it pulled from the soft, hair-fringed lips down between her open legs, and when it plunged inside again, she could feel his large sperm-filled balls smack softly against the nakedness of her upturned buttocks just before the hard fleshy column was sunk completely again in her belly. He drove into her open cunt with such force, that she felt it like a shock wave running through her body, and her breasts were shaking from impact. It actually felt good, but it looked cruel at that moment, she thought hazily. He was having his will with her body without any regard to her own pleasure and desire, and that angered her. She wanted to please him sexually with all her heart, but she had thought the best way to do that was to be satisfied herself. Instead, she felt she was being fucked, and yes, that was the word, fucked like a common whore, and rather brutally at that.
At an instant in time that was only distinguishable by a momentary flash in her mind, Ann felt the pleasure she wanted in a type of masochistic awareness of her body. She realized in that second there was something of great pleasure to be had from being fucked, and she wanted to know all the heights of that pleasure in spite of her anger with Mark's rough treatment. It was a discovery of the growing burning sensation in her womb that seemed to emanate from her entire body as it became more and more intense. She thought she could feel her clitoris beating with tiny sensations that danced electrically over every nerve in her pounded body, and somehow she knew that it would continue to get better and better. She was sure that she was on her way toward having a climax, and suddenly she found she was unconsciously grinding her hips up and down in the frenzied rhythms with which Mark beat into her cunt.
"Aaaahhhh! Oooohhhh!" Ann mewed with the newly discovered pleasure echoing in her passion-torn cunt. Mark saw her change ever so slowly into the sensual woman he would expect to respond to his fucking, and it was the one thing that set off the processes he could not contain. She looked so wanton, her cool dignity disappearing as her naked body squirmed and writhed passionately beneath him, that his balls suddenly released his sperm, and his hot white cum began its sensation-giving dash toward the blood-filled head of his penis. Slamming his hips forward to completely bury his cock inside her hot, now possessively sucking cunt, he arched his back and threw his head up as the first pleasure-filled blast of his warm jism burst into her cunt. It was too soon for her, he was certain of that, but he couldn't stop the pleasure from happening, once it had started. His cock swelled up to huge proportions as it fired out the stored-up liquid with tremendous vagina stretching jerks of the hot, cascading semen from his testicles.
"Ooooouuu, darling! Waaiiitt!" Ann groaned out, mostly to herself, as she knew that there was no waiting. The sensation of his hot cum spurting inside her cock-filled belly was warm and wonderful, but it wasn't all she had been anticipating. She knew that she wasn't ready for it, that she had much greater heights to reach before she would be able to climax too, and suddenly she once again felt nothing except disappointment. The ejaculating penis jerking its liquid deep up in her cunt was giving her new husband pleasure, but after the way he had so callously entered her for the first time, she didn't want him to have any pleasure. Yet, the warmth of his wetness as he filled her with the liquid made her groan out thoughts of how nice it could have been for her, too.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!" Mark exclaimed out loud as his climax-hot cock filled his every nerve with the great pleasure he had waited so long for. His cock kept spewing out his sperm, filling her de-virginated young passage with spasms as it travel up the full length of his rod, then splashing out the dilated tip to strike wetly against her cervix. She had stopped writhing beneath him, but had her legs drawn up as if to let him get his pleasure over with. The disappointment was written all over her face, and when he did stop cumming, he felt a tremendous guilt creep over him. Not waiting for his cock to deflate, he rolled off her, pulling his still-hardened cock from her cum-filled cunt with a soft wet whooshing noise. He didn't want to stay on top of her, as he had to look straight into her eyes, then. He knew that he had been cruelly impatient, and yet he still felt that it was her fault for having not given it to him before they were married. With Mark laying down beside her on the big bed, Ann lay absolutely still, and she waited till the warmth pooled deep in her belly stopped distracting her thoughts. She wanted to have an absolute picture in her mind of what had happened to her, and she wanted to deeply understand her total disappointment. Had it been her fault for making Mark wait until they were married? She considered the question carefully, and she did have to admit that it was possible. His frustration may have been far greater than she had realized. It made her feel sad and disheartened, the whole idea of what had occurred flashing back into her mind with all its intensity. She started to sob quietly, her eyes wide open and staring at the beamed ceiling above.
"I'm sorry," Mark said simply, and the tone in his voice was sincere. It only made Ann feel worse, and she couldn't stop her crying. It had been her fault, too, she realized, and she hoped that somehow the whole thing would be forgotten when she awakened the next morning.
The stewardess' voice snapped Ann out of her daydream, and she had to ask again what the attractive girl had said. She was offering her a cup of coffee, and Ann nodded her head yes in response as if talking out loud would disturb Mark's watching of the film that was still going on. She looked at her young husband in the seat next to her, and he somehow seemed miles away, his eyes glued to the small screen toward the front of the cabin. That first night of their marriage hadn't been forgotten by either of them, and their sex life had hardly improved. The experience had somehow made their subsequent activities in bed difficult, and Ann had not in their eleven months of marriage achieved that climactic height she knew she could have, if things had gone well that first evening. It was her fault, she had convinced herself of that, but somehow whenever she felt she was on her way to an orgasm, Mark was finished and drained. She hadn't let on to him about it, as she thought it would make things difficult for him too, and he had been having a lot of problems at work that certainly didn't make things any better.
In that eleven months their lovemaking had become too routine, and she felt sure that a change of climate would help things tremendously. It was true that Mark sometimes wanted her to try different things in bed, but she couldn't get her first experience with him out of her mind when that happened, so she had always refused him. She would lie and tell him that she was happy with the usual method of intercourse they always used. He never did pressure her after that first night, so she never did have to try anything else. After their first few months together, he even stopped suggesting different things, and they had fallen into a routine that called for sexual contact every Wednesday and Friday. Then, depending on what they were doing on the weekend, she would sometimes let him have her on Saturday, too. It was a schedule Ann had come to hate, but she figured that it was keeping him happy. Now that Mark finally had time to take a vacation, she hoped that everything would change, and she, too, would be able to enjoy the sexual fulfillment part of marriage that far too many couples missed. After the stewardess brought her the coffee, Ann returned to staring out the window into the darkness below. She hadn't really been paying much attention to the time, but she guessed they would be getting to Honolulu soon. They planned to catch another flight that would take them to the smaller island of Maui where Mark had arranged to rent a camper truck. They were going to just drive around Maui until they found a nice beach where they would be able to camp and enjoy the hot sun. It was what they both wanted, and Ann felt sure that it would be just the right situation in which to find the missing ingredient in their marriage.
CHAPTER TWO
The lights of Honolulu seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere in the darkness below, and Ann Jensen felt a new excitement come over her. They were almost there, and she turned excitedly to Mark, pointing to the window at the city lights beyond. Mark leaned across her to get a closer look, then gently patted his wife on the knee.
"That was a fast trip," Mark said calmly, but he was smiling tolerantly at his beautiful wife. He had been to Hawaii before, but he knew that this was the first time in Ann's life that she had been anywhere outside of California. Naturally, she would be very excited.
"Oh, darling! It looks so big! I didn't expect it to be so big," she said excitedly. She had her face pressed against the window, looking carefully at everything as the huge jet banked slowly in preparation for landing. Before she knew it, they were streaking down over the runway, and with a loud roar, the Jet touched down in Honolulu.
Getting off the plane, Ann was jubilant and laughing with the knowledge that it was only two hours later than it was in San Francisco when they'd left. She'd forgotten the change in time zones, and when the stewardess announced the time in Honolulu before they exited the plane, Ann had asked Mark if it was really true. They had left at eight in the evening, and it was only ten o'clock when they arrived, even though they had been on the plane nearly five hours. It was just too exciting, and she wasn't disappointed about anything anymore. Even when they walked out of the plane and into the terminal, Ann wasn't disappointed at not seeing any girls in grass skirts to welcome them. Mark checked on their connecting flight to Maui, and they had two hours to spend before the plane was scheduled to leave. They considered staying the night in Honolulu, but on checking with some of the hotels, they found that getting a room would be next to impossible.
"Let's go on to Maui tonight, darling! This place sounds too crowded anyway," Ann begged in her warm mellow voice. She was happy, and she just knew that all sorts of exciting things were waiting for her in the next few days. They had a place to stay in Maui for the first night, they decided to go on, but first they hired a driver to take them along the long hotel strip known as Wakiki Beach. There were thousands of people strolling among the hotels and nightclubs lining the street, and Ann kept the window down then to let the warm air blow against her face. It was the most exciting experience she had had to that date in her life, and she loved every moment of the drive. They had only enough time to get to Diamond Head before turning around to go back to the airport, and when they reached the airport, they had but a few minutes before boarding their plane to Maui.
"Here we go again!" Ann joked after she was buckled into her seat on the small jet, and she kept her face to the window as the jet took off. The flight seemed to take only a minute, as no sooner had the lights of Honolulu disappeared from view, than she saw the lights from another island coming up ahead. She thought she could see several islands, and then what seemed like in a moment, they were in Maui. It was not at all like the city atmosphere of Honolulu, and Ann felt like she had really gotten to a place unlike California. The air was warm and tropical, and she didn't find lots of people running around at a furious pace. It was quiet, and she was in love with the island immediately.
"Well, for once the travel agent was right. They have everything ready, including the camper!" Mark exclaimed when he came back from the desk in the small hotel. Ann was standing in an open lounge listening to a man singing songs of Hawaii. The very idea of a place that had no visible walls shutting out the natural outdoors was such a wonderful discovery, that Ann was enchanted with the whole place. She felt like she was in a trance, and she turned and faced Mark when he spoke without really hearing what he'd said.
"I'm sorry, darling. I was so raptured with the song, I didn't hear you," she admitted. She wanted to go into the lounge and have a drink of rum, but she waited until Mark had repeated himself. "That's wonderful! Do we pick up the camper tonight?" she questioned, after hearing that all was ready.
"In the morning. Are you tired, darling?" Mark asked. Her eyes were half-closed in a dreamy way, and he wasn't sure that she was completely awake.
"Oh, no! I was hoping we could go sit down and have a drink," she replied, motioning toward the lounge. There was another couple near where she was standing, and the drinks in front of them looked more like fruit salads than liquor. She wanted to try on, whatever it was.
Mark saw how happy she was, and it made him feel so good, he said yes in spite of his weariness. It had been a long day, and he didn't feel the same newness that Ann felt. When the waiter came over to their table, Ann ordered "one of those" while pointing to the drink on the other table, and Mark went along with her suggestion. It was a Mai Tai served in a carved-out pineapple, and she had no idea how much rum she was consuming. It tasted like a fruit punch, and she gulped it down quickly. "May I have another one, darling!?" she asked Mark. She was smiling like he had remembered her smile the first time she came to his office, and he felt that things were going to be working out better than he had hoped. It was like a new start on their marriage, and he wanted her to have anything she wanted. He could feel his blood stirring with sexual excitement, and he felt sure that she was going to perform as sexually as she now looked.
"Of course you may! But watch out, these drinks will fool you," Mark chastized in a pleasant manner. He waved to the waiter and ordered another two drinks.
In the short time it took them to finish their second drinks the singer had left the lounge, and they were the only people left in the place. Ann was still acting like she was hearing the music, and when Mark suggested that they go to their room, she got up from that table and danced all the way. Mark felt too weary to even undress, and the drinks made him suddenly feel that much more tired. Yet, he was determined to stay awake long enough to fuck his young wife good, if he had half an opportunity.
It was warm in the room, and Ann thought her head was suddenly swimming away from her body. The drinks hit her all at once, and she literally collapsed on the bed the moment she got through the door. Mark laid down beside her, and she was still humming a Hawaiian song in her stupor, so he tried for a moment to arouse her. She was smiling broadly, but she seemed totally unaware of his fondling of her body.
"I want to fuck you, darling," Mark said, the lewd word ringing from his own lips making him even more excited. He began to pull at the clothes on her body, but she was like a dead weight on the bed.
"Yes, darling. Do it to me," his wife mumbled back, and then she fell asleep. Mark shook her lightly, and then he started laughing loudly, seeing that the joke was on him. He had been the one who was tired, but he had forgotten that Ann was also tired as well as unused to drinking anything more than one drink before dinner. He leaned close to her, and kissing her gently on the neck, he lifted her body up to slip her dress off. He never got over how sexy she looked in the nude, and he wanted to at least undress her before falling asleep himself. He figured she would be ready then in the morning for anything, and after a moment of carefully studying her sensual nude body, he pulled off his own clothes. In the morning, he didn't remember falling off to sleep, but Ann wasn't in bed beside him.
"Ann!!" Mark yelled, and he rubbed his eyes to clear the sleep from them. He blinked several times against the bright sunlight that was pouring in the sliding-glass door at one end of the room. The drapes had been pulled all the way back, and he could make out a large porch after his eyes adjusted to the light.
"Honey? Are you there?" Mark wondered what had happened to her, and he was feeling disgusted. He had hoped he could take her sexy naked body in his arms and really throw a fuck to her, but she didn't seem to be any where around. Getting out of the large bed, Mark walked over to the sliding glass door. The porch outside had a low open railing around it, and below he could see part of the garden that surrounded the hotel. It looked like part of the lounge they had drank in the night before, and he was about to turn away when he saw Ann. She was walking through the garden almost as if in a daze and he thought that he could hear what she must have been thinking. She was fully dressed, and mark saw that she was completely entranced by the tropical splendor about her. He should have realized that she couldn't wait to get outside and see the land in the daylight, he remembered.
Mark looked for his robe in his still-packed suitcase, and not finding it, grabbed his clothes from where he had left them the night before, pulling them on in a hurry. He felt that the sooner they got into the rented camper and to a nice beach, the sooner he would have time to get to Ann. She seemed to be like a new person since their arrival there.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Mark yelled out to his wife as he walked toward her in a large tropical garden. She was standing by a large palm, looking up at it as if she were getting ready to climb.
"Good morning, darling! I just couldn't wait to get out here," she said, walking to him. She held her arms out wide, and when he came to her she kissed him warmly. "It's so beautiful here, I just can't wait to see all of it!"
"Let's have breakfast first, huh? Then we can get on the road," Mark said laughing. He liked the fact that she had kissed him, and he felt even better about having brought her to Hawaii for their vacation. He hadn't expected it to go so well, and he felt sure that all was going to be good between them from that moment on.
The rental agency had the camper truck waiting for them in front of the hotel, and Ann went inside to check it out as soon as she had finished breakfast. It was larger than she had expected it to be, and she was busily checking every part of it while Mark settled the hotel bill. As soon as he had their luggage stowed in the back of the camper, they got in the cab and drove to the nearest market. The hotel had told him of a place to buy supplies, and they found it more than adequate. Ann picked out food enough to last them at least a week, even though Mark insisted it wasn't necessary. She told him that they just might not want to leave the spot they would find even long enough to go shopping, so she was able to get her way. While she was getting all the groceries together, Mark bought several bottles of rum and Mai Tai mix. He was sure that his bride was quite fond of the drink, and it had become part of his plan to loosen up her inhibitions.
Once everything was stashed away in the camper, they took off on the road toward Lahaina and a beach area that Mark had heard about from a friend. The way his friend had described it, the area sounded ideal. No people around for miles, and a large sandy beach with perfect surf for swimming. Wild orchids were supposed to grow nearby, and there were also supposed to be plenty of palms for shade. Mark talked about the spot the whole time they were driving along the road, emphasizing the place he himself had never seen, because Ann kept pointing to beautiful areas which she felt were ideal.
They stopped in Lahaina for lunch, and Ann fell in love with the area immediately. "Oh, darling! Can't we stay here? It's so lovely!" she exclaimed. Mark had heard the same comments ever since he had started driving, and this time he finally gave in partially.
"Let's take a look at this beach I've heard about, and if you don't like it, darling, we'll come back here," he wanted to keep her as happy as she was, so he hoped that she would agree to his compromise.
"Mark, darling, I'd be happy to see it all. I just hope this place you've been talking about isn't much farther. I'm just dying to get into that beautiful ocean," Ann replied, and Mark learned she wasn't kidding by the speed with which she ate her lunch. Within a half-hour they were back in the camper, driving toward the beach which Mark had been told about.
The road they followed wound around along the curve of the endless ocean line, and it wasn't until Mark saw a landmark his friend had told him of that he pulled off the road toward the water. As he drove along a narrow dirt road, the foliage around them thickened, and a sweet smell of tropical flower came into the truck. It was green and lush, and Ann was totally enthralled with the area. After a few moments, the foliage thinned out, and straight ahead was a beautiful palm grove just at the edge of a clean sandy beach. The surf of the ocean was way out beyond a reef, and the water in the lagoon a still and clear blue.
"Oh, darling! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. She was a little disappointed to see that they weren't the only campers to know about the spot, as straight ahead she saw another camper truck. There didn't seem to be anyone on the beach or in the water. Mark drove past the other camper, and about a hundred yards beyond, he pulled into a magnificent shaded grove of palms. It was like the spot had been prepared for them, as to the front was a sandy beach and lagoon, and behind them a lush forest of tropical flowers and trees.
"Are you sure its all right to stay here? Ann queried. She couldn't believe that they could just park and camp on such a beautiful piece of land.
"Yes, don't worry. Bill told me that the land is part of a development planned for the future, and they have never refused anyone camping here. I suppose its considered good public relations, or something," he replied, and he jumped down out of the truck cab.
Ann went to the camper with Mark, and they immediately went through their luggage to get their swimsuits on. The camper had a tent side that opened up to accommodate extra room, and once changed, Mark went to work setting everything up. He was only starting when Ann came out of the camper in her new bikini, and Mark stopped what he was doing to admire the full blown curvaceous beauty of his young wife.
"Wow! You really look great. Too bad there are other people around, or you wouldn't even have to wear that tiny thing!" Mark said, smiling.
"Oh really, darling. I'm too modest to go naked on the beach, even if there weren't other people around." Ann couldn't look at Mark the way he was staring at her. It was as though she were in fact naked instead of wearing a bikini. She had bought the skimpy suit just before they left for the vacation, and it had taken all her courage to just try it on. She felt she could wear it there, because she really didn't expect to see other people. The other camper was a good ways away, and anyway, she didn't think the other people using it would come over to their camp as they probably wanted their privacy too.
"Listen, honey, if you want to walk down to the water, go ahead. I'll be just a few minutes getting all this stuff together, then I'll join you." Mark felt his cock getting hard just looking at her in her bikini, and he was anxious to have readied everything so they could have a pleasant evening around the camp. He knew he would get nothing done if Ann hung around there.
"I'll be glad to help, darling!" she said, but she was anxious to get to the beach and the water.
"No, no. You go ahead. I'll get it done much more quickly if I have no distractions." He wanted to surprise her with the arrangement of the camp, too, so he made it sound like a command.
"Okay. But I'll feel guilty if you don't meet me at water's edge in a few minutes," Ann said, and she excitedly ran off to the beach and toward the blue Pacific.
Mark stood watching her as she ran toward the water, and he couldn't help thinking how sensual she looked. He felt more confident than ever that she would loosen up in their lovemaking now that they were here. It just had to work out that way, he thought. It was their last chance to make it in their marriage as far as he was concerned.
Once Ann had disappeared from view, Mark returned back toward the work at hand. As he turned around, he noticed the other camper further down the beach from him, and he silently cursed the unknown occupants. He had really expected the place to be vacant of others, and he felt that their presence would distract from his own wife loosening up completely. Then he promptly forgot about the other camper, as he set his mind to getting his sex-haven-away-from-home put together. It was all a part of his plan, and he wanted it to be just right. Only one change was necessary, and that was to make sure that the campsite had plenty of privacy for the sexual activities he wanted to have with his beautiful young wife.
CHAPTER THREE
Ann was nearly worn out from swimming in the warm clear water of the lagoon when Mark finally joined her. He was hot and sweaty, so she went back in the water with him, and when they came out, they both collapsed on the beach to dry in the late afternoon sun. It was about an hour before sunset when they returned to their campsite.
"Oh, darling! It looks so nice and comfortable," Ann exclaimed when she saw what Mark had done. The camper unit of the truck was like a central part of the site, and all around it he had put up awning to give them a large open space that was still private. He had a table and chairs set up outside, as well as the cooking equipment, and as an added feature, he had set up a portable shower that ran fresh water heated by the sun.
"There's a freshwater spring about fifty yards over there, so we don't have to worry about where that's going to come from," Mark said proudly. He was pointing out toward the heavy green foliage, and then back to the little open shower. "It's all very private, too, at least from anyone's point on the outside of the awning," he added with a secret smile. The shower was completely open within the campsite, and he had done that intentionally in the hopes of getting Ann to be less modest about her body. The weather was such there that they could go around completely naked without feeling cold, and Mark expected to do just that as long as they were inside the awning walls he had put up. If the people using the camper down the beach from them left, he even wanted to go naked on the beach, as well.
"How about a drink?" Mark said as soon as Ann had finished looking over his handiwork. She nodded her head yes, and sat down in one of the chairs to see him produce it. He laughed when he went to the ice chest in the camper, and pulled out two cool mai tai's he had already prepared.
"How's that for service?" he said, placing the cold drink in his young wife's hand.
"Oh, Mark! It's delicious. You're too good to me," she said, but he was already walking away from her. She watched him as he pulled the awning back at the place toward which she was facing, and she realized that he had set it up to have a perfect view of the setting sun. The water was golden and shining, and she felt very happy to see such a beautiful sight.
"Well, madam? Does it please you?" Mark asked as he sat down into the chair next to hers. He waved his hand in the direction of the beach and setting sun as if he had created the whole scene just for her. "Oh, it does, darling. It does please me very much," Ann said with real passion in her voice, and she meant it. She felt that everything was working out just as she had hoped it would. Mark was being a real gentleman, and he was taking special pains to make everything nice. She was sure that he would continue to be that way, as the pressures of his job were obviously left behind on the mainland. For the first time in eleven months, she felt as she had the day before her marriage to him.
"I took the liberty of getting out some food for dinner, honey, as I thought you would like to eat a light meal so we can get to bed early," Mark said after taking a long pull of his drink.
"That sounds fine, darling. You just sit there now, and I'll have it served in a shake." Ann took her drink with her as she went to prepare the food. She had the meal ready in a short time, and she nearly made a mess of the whole thing, she was feeling so good. The second drink Mark fixed her didn't help matters, either, but she was happy as a lark by the time they had finished eating.
They sat and watched as the last dying rays of the sun disappeared on the horizon, and then Mark got a lantern out of the camper. He suggested that Ann take a shower to wash off the beach sand, and she was feeling just enough of the rum they'd been drinking to forget about the fact that it was open to Mark's view. She stood up from the table while Mark closed the awning, making their campsite private, and she had her bikini stripped off before she even realized that Mark was watching her.
"Maybe we ought to do it together. I don't know how far the water in the storage tank will go," Mark said casually. He knew that Ann was a little high from the liberal amounts of rum in the drink, so he led her over to the shower, and after pulling off his swimsuit, he turned on the valve that released the water. It cascaded down over their naked bodies with surprising force.
"Ooohh! That's wonderful, darling!" Ann yelled as she splashed the water over her nude body. The water was warm and refreshing, and she felt as though she were in the most comfortable shower on earth.
Mark stood close to Ann, pleased at the way she was acting under the shower of water. Her naked body gleamed in the light from the lantern, and he felt his cock becoming erect with excitement. He could see the outline of her bikini where the sun had tanned her sensual body, and he wanted to fondle every part of her. Grabbing a bar of soap, he rubbed it until his hands were full of lather, then he reached out to soap her down. When he first touched her, he felt her tense up from surprise, but when she saw what he was doing, she relaxed with a deep sigh of pleasure. Mark gently rubbed his hands over her shoulders and arms, then slowly moved them down to her firm round young breasts. As he squeezes them lightly with his strong fingers, the pink nipples gradually became erect with excitement. Seeing this, Mark moved his hands down over her smooth flat belly, then back around her slim waist to run them over her white melon-shaped buttocks. He dipped his fingers in the soft fleshy crevice formed by the two round cheeks once or twice, and she seemed to respond to his gentle massaging. Kneeling and running his hands down the back of her thighs, he worked them easily around to the front of her knees, then slowly moved his hands up the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. The water pouring out of the shower head was washing the soap rapidly from her body, and Mark cupped his hands just before pressing them up against the curving mound of her sensuous vagina. Ann stood with her legs slightly apart as he gently tickled the sparse curls of her light pubic hair with his fingers.
"Oohhh! Darling! That feels soo gooood!" she moaned. The sensations from the water and Mark's hands on her body were making her belly burn with passion, and she felt the excitement growing with every passing second. She had never felt so loved before, and she didn't care that she was completely naked in the open with Mark. After all, reasoned Ann in her slightly drunken state, he was her husband. Anyway, her body never felt so sensitive to his fondling as it was feeling now, so she just stood still under the flowing water, enjoying the gentle massage of his hands all over her naked flesh.
Mark couldn't keep his growing excitement under control, as the combined effect of the vision of his wife's naked body and the feel of it with his hands was making his balls stir with passion. His cock kept growing more and more erect, until it stood straight out from the bush of pubic hair at his groin. Ann held her eyes tightly shut as she basked in the pleasures filling her body, and Mark stared at her sensuous red lips, watching the tip of the tongue run over them in her usual, unconscious habit. He could not help imagining how it would feel to have her mouth closed hotly around the thick head of his cock, sucking it until his white-hot cum spurted out deep in her throat. He had never had his cock sucked by his wife, nor had he ever asked her to do it, but wanted more than anything else to have her come down from her pedestal and suck him that night.
"Mmmmmm!" Ann groaned when Mark parted her thin pubic fleece and teased his middle finger into the soft folds of her vagina. His finger made contact with her clitoris, and she felt a sharp bolt of pleasure flash to her brain. Her womb felt like it was on fire, and she didn't think she had ever felt so ready to be screwed in her whole life. Her knees were shaking from the tension of her stimulated nerves, and she had to reach out to hold on to her young husband to keep from falling down right there in the shower area.
Feeling like his cock was going to burst from the pressure of his swirling blood, Mark knew that he couldn't wait any longer to get his young, almost bride, in bed. Withdrawing his hand slowly, from between her legs, he splashed the water playfully over both their bodies, then turned off the control valve. He had placed two towels nearby, and he ran to pick them up, a little afraid that the sight of it would frighten Ann back into her normal state before they usually made love. "Here, Ann. Dry off quickly, please," he said, and then he turned to go to the camper. He had the bed inside already made up for sleeping, and he had measured it earlier out of curiosity. It was almost as big as a double bed, and he felt that it was more than adequate for the sexual activities he had in mind. Without waiting for Ann, he got up on the bed, and turned on the little low-powered light that operated off the truck battery. Ann came into the truck, a large grin on her face, and Mark realized that she had simply left the towel outside. She had to be really hot, he guessed, as he had never seen her so brazenly walk around nude before. The thought made his cock jerk with excitement.
Walking to the surprisingly large bed, Ann felt almost as if she were someone else, but the burning sensation in her belly was screaming to be satisfied. She had never been so aroused, and she wanted nothing more than to have Mark's big cock driving in and out of her cunt until she burst apart.
"Here I am, darling," she whispered in a low, throaty voice, and Mark felt sure that she was ready to do anything he asked. He took her in his arms, pulling her to him, and with his mouth open, he kissed her long and deep. Her mouth tasted wonderful, and he drove his tongue inside, licking at her teeth in a passionate French kiss. Without breaking away from the kiss, he moved her up on the bed beside himself until she was stretched out comfortably on her back. He felt his heart pound, and he wanted to kiss and taste every tiny part of her young, wonderfully fresh body. The scent of the air was filled with tropical flowers, and it was like a perfume aphrodisiac along with the fantastic sight of his glistening naked wife. In the dull glow of the tiny light from above, Mark could still see the smooth sensual curves of Ann's fantastic curvaceous body. The pink erect nipples on the tips of her full round breasts were like tiny beacons of pleasure, and he bent down to take one in his mouth.
First kissing the hard little button, Mark then opened his mouth wide and slowly took the nipple inside. His tongue flicked out, rolling wetly around it until Ann moaned with pleasure, and then he closed his mouth, sucking on the nipple while continuing the tongue massage. At the same time, he slowly ran his hand down over the flat plane of her belly until his fingers brushed against the top of the triangle of her pubic hair. As if using his middle finger as a guide, Mark pushed his fingers down over the curve of her pussy, his middle finger pressing into the hair-lined slit until it made contact with the soft pink flesh. He immediately sought out and found her clitoris. It was hard, and when his finger flicked it lightly, Ann raised her hips up to meet it.
"Ooooohhhh! Yesssss! That's nice, darlinggg!" She whispered seductively. She never usually said anything when Mark made love to her, as it had become so routine that she was afraid she would only complain, but that night in the camper she felt different. Mark was being gentle, acting as though he cared about nothing but her pleasure this time, and she was ready to enjoy all he had to give.
Nipping at the nipple in his mouth with his teeth, Mark began to slowly massage the erect nether end under his finger to prepare Ann for the full pleasure he wanted to have. He hoped to make her bed for fulfillment, and then he wanted to have her suck his cock dry of his cum. In his crouched-over position, his hard long penis kept brushing across the smooth sheets, and he could feel the sensation from the tip of it growing with the pleasure. He knew he would have total ecstasy if his wife's warm sensuous mouth was wrapped tightly around the throbbing cock.
Feeling the growing sensation flash through her body from Mark's incessant massaging of her clitoris, Ann thrustingly spread her legs out wider to give him more complete access to her hungry vagina. The night air moved lightly between her inner thighs as she moved her legs, and she felt the moisture of her lubricating fluid clinging to the strands of pubic hair near the opening of her burning passage. Her cunt was ready to be fucked and she hoped that Mark would shove his cock inside soon. She thought he was going to do it when he suddenly lifted his head from her breasts.
Turning on the bed, Mark slowly ran his tongue down over her smooth trembling belly, as he pulled her slightly onto her side. When she had one leg lying on the bed and the other bent at the knee and up in the air, he had complete open access to her exposed vagina. Resting his head on her lower leg's thigh, Mark could look and see the soft fuzzy mound of her tightly closed vagina, and spreading the lips apart with his fingers so that the pink flesh was exposed, he darted his tongue out to make searing contact with her naked clitoris.
"OOOoohhh! Markkkk!" Ann didn't know what to think the pleasure was so great. Mark had never kiss her down between her legs before, but she didn't give it any thought as the deep carnal sensation was so strong inside her. She didn't think anything could feel as wonderful, and she laid her head back to enjoy the lewd, forbidden sensations streaking through her body. She could feel the wetness of his tongue flicking over her sensitive nerve end like a hot whip of pleasure, and she knew that the juices from her vagina were flowing faster.
Pushing his face in close to the moist flesh, Mark sucked the tiny clitoris into his mouth to nip at it with his teeth. He could feel and hear his wife's response, which drove him on to do more with his tongue. Drawing back slightly, he ran his tongue down over the pink flesh of her vagina, ignoring for the moment the quivering flesh at the opening of her cunt to dab lightly at the puckered hole of her anus. Then he ran his tongue back to the moist cuntal passage, and slickly flicking it at the opening for a moment, he teased her. As if controlled by his tongue, Ann started unconsciously grinding her loins up tighter to his face, and he knew that now she wanted his tongue circling around inside her hungry pussy. Still holding back for a moment, Mark slowly moved his finger along the crevice of her smooth young buttocks until it rested over the tiny opening to her rectum. He gently worked his finger around her elastic-like flesh, probing teasingly at the tiny puckered little opening while his warm wet tongue did the same thing to her cunt. "Oooooooh! Aaaggghhh! Yessss, darlingggg!" Ann was completely absorbed by the tonguing of her cunt, and she didn't think about anything else. She felt Mark's finger pressing against the forbidden entrance to her anus, but the added pleasure it gave her was mixed in with the sensation pouring from her warmly throbbing cuntal sheath. Then as if his tongue were suddenly unraveled to great length, she felt it push way up in her slickly lubricated vaginal passage like a hot wet snake.
"Oooooh God!" Ann moaned, and she ground her hips forward to feel all the length of the probing tongue she possibly could. Mark drove his tongue in and out of her hot liquid cunt like he was licking it dry of fluid, and at the same time he pushed his finger harder against her puckered anus. The scent and taste of her now flowing vaginal juices made his mind whirl with passion, and he thought again how nice it would be for her hot little mouth to suck on his excitedly throbbing penis. Driving his tongue in and out with greater rhythm, he waited until he thought she was ready, and then he moved his hips toward her beautiful face. Her lips were half-open in her ecstasy, and he moved until the thick blood-filled head of his cock was an inch from the warm wet mouth. He felt sure she would take it into her mouth without hesitating, as he was setting an example by giving her cunt a tongue job he was sure she would never forget.
"Aaagh! Yesss!" Ann hissed as her belly jerked with the sensation emanating from her tongue-lashed cunt. She felt like she might actually climax without having Mark push his cock into her, and she thought it had to be some kind of miracle if it happened. Yet, she knew that her womb never felt so aroused before, and she wanted more than anything to have an orgasm then and there. Opening her eyes to see Mark's face pressed into the space between her legs, Ann realized that his hardened cock was almost pushing into her mouth, and she backed her head away from the huge hardened head in surprise. What was he trying to do? She couldn't imagine taking his penis into her mouth, even under the circumstances of having her own genital sucked by him. It was just something that she felt was unnatural and unclean, and it disgusted her to even consider such an act.
Mark felt that Ann had tensed up suddenly, and he stopped his tonguing of her cunt long enough to tell her to take his cock in her mouth. "Suck it, honey! Hurry! I'm almost there, too!" Mark panted in his passion mounting frenzy, and he immediately returned to her tight vagina with his hot tongue. He hadn't thought that Ann might find his suggestion wrong.
"Ooohh! Markkkkk!" Ann couldn't keep her mind off of the flame inside her cunt, but she didn't want to have Mark stop for anything. But, she couldn't bring herself to take his cock into her mouth in spite of her desire, so she stayed back from it, hoping that Mark would forget his request. He didn't, as suddenly his hips moved toward her face, and the tip of his cock was again almost at the opening of her mouth. There was no way she could escape, and his sudden forcing of it upon her made her furious. She placed the palms of her hands against his upper legs, and shoved them with all her might. "Noooo! Oh God, I can'ttt!" Ann half screamed, and she was so embarrassed by her outburst that she jumped up from the bed, leaving Mark still lying there. She just couldn't help thinking what he suddenly had suggested was lewd and vile, and in spite of the burning sensation still glowing hotly in her lower belly, she grabbed a robe and ran out of the camper.
"Ann! Wait! Goddamnit!" Mark yelled at her, but it was to no avail. He realized that he had started to force himself on her again, and he hadn't taken into account her aversion to anything different in sex. He knew he should have cooled it, but at the same time he couldn't help becoming enraged at her running out suddenly. He started to follow her, then getting even madder, he instead went in for the bottle of rum.
Once outside in the cooler air, Ann realized she was completely naked and was only carrying a robe, and she stopped running long enough to put it on. She felt more ashamed than mad, as she had thought she was crazy to let Mark put his mouth on her naked vagina. The idea of oral lovemaking was very disgusting to her, and yet after having had it herself, she was confused by the pleasure she'd felt. She just couldn't understand why she had let Mark do what he had done to her.
With tears running down her cheeks, she half ran and half walked onto the beach. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that she couldn't go back inside and face her husband then. The moon was up, and it was almost full, so she could see clearly for some distance down the beach. The water in the lagoon was practically still, and the waves outside the reef were picking up the silvery reflections of the moon. It was beautiful out here, but Ann didn't appreciate it at that moment. She was too upset by all that had happened to her, and she was furious that the burning sensation in her womb hadn't gone away. She began to feel guilty for not having the courage to take her husband's penis in her mouth when he asked her to, but at the same time she felt like she didn't have to do anything sexually that disgusted her so much. She was crying because she knew that she had been on the verge of having an orgasm for the first time in her life, and she began to think that if Mark hadn't tried to make her suck him with her mouth, she would have been able to say she had climaxed. She felt deprived of the one thing she thought essential to holding their marriage together.
Not paying attention to where she was going, Ann walked along the line of palm trees at the back edge of the beach. It was so clear and bright from the moon, that she thought it could be daylight but for the paleness of the moon. Yet, it was still, and she found herself walking toward a fallen tree, the huge round trunk seeming a good spot for sitting. She didn't notice the neat row of palm branches stuck in the sand next to it like a windbreak, as she only felt the raw hungry sensation in her belly that was still unsatisfied. Tucking her robe beneath her, she sat on the sand leaning back against the trunk of the fallen tree, and she noticed then that she was shaded from the glare of the moon. Yet from where she sat, she could see the beach and surf beyond, and somehow she felt comfortable with her thoughts.
The idea of being frigid entered her mind as it often did after sexual encounters with Mark that left her frustrated and completely unsatisfied, but she! quickly disposed of that notion, reminded of the warm glowing sensations that still lingered down between her legs. Guilt or blame didn't matter anymore, but she didn't know how long she could go through the beginnings of pleasure without having an end. It was like being tortured constantly, and both she and Mark were the torturers. She couldn't keep the lewd image of Mark's head working down between her widespread legs from her mind. He had been giving her what she wanted to have, even though the method was repulsive to her, and she had been enjoying it. What would have been the harm in returning the pleasure he so openly offered? She began to understand the one thing missing in their marriage, and although she couldn't quite put her finger on it, she knew it had a lot to do with her own lack of giving herself totally.
The sound of a human voice startled her, and she thought she had fallen asleep and was dreaming. Then the sound came again, and Ann looked around to her left where the row of palm leaves were stuck in the sand. She realized it was like a fence just a couple of feet away, and although she was a little scared, she couldn't help moving closer to see where the voices had come from. The row of branches ran right across the tree trunk she was leaning on, and where two branches left a little gap, she looked through. Her heart felt as though it leaped to her throat when she saw that two people were just a few feet from her on the other side of the branch. They were lying down on a large blanket spread out over the sand, and there were two large pillows propped against the same tree trunk she leaned against. It was the top end of the fallen palm, only the branches had been cut away, apparently to be used in making the fence she was peering through. She guessed immediately that it must be the people belonging to the other camper, but what startled her most was the fact that the other couple were both completely naked. Ann thought she could reach out and feel the man's buttocks, he was so close, and she couldn't help looking to see how old the couple was.
The girl was lying on her side facing toward the palm fence, and Ann could clearly see that she was about her own age, or maybe a few years older. She was strikingly beautiful in the moonlight, her blonde hair short but seemingly natural, and her body was shapely and full. She had one leg bent at the knee, and Ann could clearly see the triangle of her light fuzzy pubic hair. The man had his back to her, but she saw his muscles were pronounced and strong, his whole body looking tan from tip to toe. His hair was also light, almost blond, and Ann found herself contemplating whether or not he sunbathed in the nude. She barely caught a vocal gasp before it came from her lips when she realized that the girl was fondling the man's testicles.
Turning away from the opening in the fence, Ann knew she should get up and sneak back to her own camp. Yet at the same time she felt compelled to stay put, a strangely rising curiosity about what the couple were getting ready to do, getting the better of her judgment. It was just too tempting to be able to observe someone without being observed herself. Knowing it was wrong, she leaned closer to the fence again, and what she saw shocked her so much she stayed glued to the spot.
The man had rolled over on his back, his head resting on one of the pillows, and his features were sharp and rugged, Ann thought like a beach-bum Adonis. What had shocked her into remaining frozen was the sight of his huge erect penis held tightly by the blonde girl kneeling beside him. The thick head glowed red even there in the pale light of the moon, and it looked even longer than her own husband's to Ann. The narrow slit at the tip seemed to open and close like a tiny mouth as the girl's hand stroked it evenly from around the thick base, his tannish pubic hair flattening against his groin as she worked her hand downward. The man had a cool glare in his eyes, lust-glazed by the manipulations of his cock, and from the look in the eyes, Ann was sure that the girl was going to take the man's penis in her mouth.
The girl was mewling in a high squeal of pleasure, and she leaned toward the thick jutting column of blood-filled flesh until her large white breasts were swaying just above the huge rod. She lowered her chest until her breasts were pressing against his throbbing penis, and for a moment she stroked the long column with her cool flesh. Ann saw then that the nipples of her breasts were erect and pink in the moonlight, and the whole scene seemed to be a strange ritual the girl was performing over the man's idol-like phallus. Then the girl suddenly opened her mouth, and running her wet tongue over her red lips to moisten them, she flicked her tongue out at the head of the penis like a flicking cobra's tongue.
For an instant the whole scene tilted crazily before her eyes as she thought she was seeing an enactment of what she should have been doing to Mark at that moment. Ann felt faint, thunderstruck by the coincidence of coming upon this couple on the beach, but the image was so unbelievable, she was held in a hypnotic-like trance.
The man's massive rod was growing even larger under the ministrations of the girl's lips. She had lowered her head until the tick tip of his penis was fully clasped inside the cavity of her warm wet mouth, and she started sucking and licking at it like a small girl-child would do with an ice-cream cone. One of her hands was stroking the tight skin rhythmically to her bobbing head, and Ann could see white teeth marks impressed in the hard lustfully-throbbing flesh as the girl raised her head up. When she bobbed down again, she seemed to take nearly four inches inside her throat, and it looked as though she would take it all the way down to the pit of her belly. She began to massage the soft, resilient sacs of his weighted balls with her other hand, and she was caught up in a rhythm that became more and more intense. Then without breaking her timing, the girl moved around until her knees straddled either side of the passion-dazed man's face.
Ann's heart was pounding so fast, she could feel it reverberating in her ears. Unconsciously she began grinding her vagina against the mound of sand under her robe as her excitement grew. It was almost as if she could feel her own husband's tongue worming around up inside her own pussy again.
The man didn't have to raise his face an inch from the pillow, as the girl spread her knees out wider on either side of his head until his mouth was pressed up in the soft velvety flesh of her cunt. Almost instantly his tongue flicked up into the warm, hair-lined split, and the girl's buttocks squirmed sensuously in response to the pleasure. He reached around her firm thighs with both arms, and digging his fingers into the crevice of her smooth round buttocks, he spread the twin globes wide apart as though to gain better access for his flicking tongue.
Ann felt a chilling shudder run up her spine as the tiny ring of the girl's anus was abruptly exposed. She could see even the browning-pink ridge of rubbery flesh expand, and contact in the pale light. Below it, she could see the man's tongue moving in the pink furrow of the girl's widespread vagina, and then, with a wet sluicing sound, it suddenly disappeared all the way up into the moist, palpitating opening of her womb. Ann groaned inwardly and felt the same searing sensation she knew the girl must have felt as she remembered how nice Mark's tongue had been inside her own cunt.
The girl moaned from deep in her throat without taking her mouth from around the thick rigid column of flesh, and she sucked harder as the passion in her belly grew with mounting pleasure from the lewd tongue-fucking the man was so hotly giving her. It was as if they were joined together in the sixty-nine position on top of a vibrating mattress, as they both insanely drove their hips up and to the wet sucking sounds of the oral fucking of their genitals.
Ann felt her own belly burning with renewed passions as she watched the lewdly writhing couple a few feet away. She had her legs spread wide now so that her pussy lips could make contact with the ridge of sand formed by her unconsciously squirming buttocks, and she let her robe fall open, her breast standing out roundly in the dull moonlight. The nipples were pink and hard, and she cupped each one in her hands, feeling them pulsing as if alive only to her touch. Taking the hardened tips between her thumb and forefinger, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full sensations of her aroused body. It was like she was testing herself to see if she was dreaming the whole bizarre scene.
The girl's head was bobbing up and down rapidly now, her grip on the huge cock moving with ever swifter strokes as she ground her buttocks around in small hungry circles over the man's wildly lashing tongue. He was flicking his tongue in the moist passage of her cunt like a starved cat lapping at fresh milk, and his fingers were probing into the tightly puckered ring of flesh around the tiny entrance to her rectum. She squirmed her buttocks back against his fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and as if obeying her unspoken request, the man suddenly wormed two fingers into the depths of her asshole. Ann, watching in wide-eyed awe, saw them sink in up to the second knuckle, and then he began fucking them in and out in opposite time to the rhythm of his tongue. The sight sent shudders of excited pain streaking through her own rectum, tingling like the fire in her loins, and Ann released one hand hold on her breast to thrust it downward and clutch desperately at her own passion soaked pussy. The soft pubic hair was wet, and the swelling mound of flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her hand. Her fingers brushed electrically on the tiny hardened tip of her clitoris, and she gasped at the unexpected shock the contact brought. The twinge of guilt that ticked against her conscience was overcome by the agonized frustration of the screaming need between her open thighs.
Ann thought sure the couple were nearing a climax in their oral fucking, and she was shocked to see the girl jump up suddenly. The man's huge penis was wet and glistening in the moonlight when she raised her head, and without saying a word the girl was on her feet. The man got up on his knees, and taking the girl by her wrist, he pulled her to the pillow where she automatically kneeled in front of him. At first Ann didn't know what the girl was going to do as she took a pillow and leaned across it over the tree trunk, but then she spread her legs apart and reached behind her with her hands to pull her firm full buttocks cheeks apart, presenting to him the tiny defenseless lips of her rectal mouth. The man came up behind her, his massive penis headed directly for the puckered little ring of her anus. The tiny hole was stretched wide open by the girls fingers and quivering in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full, rounded young buttocks.
What the man seemed about to do horrified Ann, and she couldn't believe it was even possible. The girl couldn't possibly take such a huge pole into her body that way, as it would surely split her in half! Ann was frozen with excited fear for an instant while she watched the man move his giant penis between the girl's spread buttocks.
"Hurry up! Put it in!" the girl hissed impatiently as the man knelt behind her with the blunt head of his penis throbbing teasingly against the tiny aperture. He let the swollen, blood-filled tip rest there for a moment, the head a deep purple and pulsating eagerly between the shining white cheeks of her ass. He was breathing hard, his whole body twitching with lusting passion, but he held back either to torment the girl subjugating herself before him, or to savor the thrill of her heated flesh expanding against the mounded end of his hard penis.
"Shove your cock into it, darling, I can take it!" the girl pleaded in a passion-aroused voice. She was squirming in her bent-over position, trying desperately to wiggle her buttocks back onto the long pole poised against her anus. The man was holding her tightly by the hips, and he responded to her request suddenly and violently. Ann thought the girl would have been flattened if the man hadn't been holding her tightly, and she wasn't aware of her own gasp as his penis suddenly ground with terrifying force up into the narrow channel of the girl's rectum.
"AAAgggghhhh! Godddd! Yesssss!" the girl screamed, drowning out Ann's own vocal cry of pity as the long cock bored deeper into the tight, defensively resisting rectum. She was mumbling some incoherent obscenities as the man plunged his prick in and out of the tight, screaming funnel of hotly clasping anal flesh.
Ann watched the huge white column skewering the girl's anal passage with terrified amazement. It drove into the girl's rectum it's full length, the man's groin pressing hard against and flattening the widespread cheeks of the girl's buttocks. His balls swung forward with such force they slapped up against her open vagina with a loud smacking noise heard even over the girl's gasps. They were near the peak of frenzy as the man fucked in and out of the tight, desperately clenching little passage like a savage gone mad with lust, and the girl's head twisted from side to side, her expression one of pure lusting ecstasy that Ann was filled with horrified awe. She tried to close her eyes, to block out the wild, depraved coupling, because she was shocked by the helpless reaction of her own body.
She was shaking violently now, struggling to relieve the fire that was raging out of control down in her own vagina. The gasps of pain and pleasure coming from the other side of the palm-leaf fence were torturing her, as the girl kept screaming, and the man answered her screams with animal grunts.
"Harder! Faster! Oooohhh! Fuck me harder!" the girl shouted, and Ann knew that at that moment she wanted more than anything else in the world to have a long hard cock rammed up between her open legs too. She was lost in a daze of passion as she listened to the tiny grunting cries from the open mouth of the hopelessly impaled girl, and she lay back on the sand in the moonlight to surrender to the pounding desire consuming her body. The hand between her thighs had stopped its desperate clawing as aroused passion took control of her mind. She lifted her long legs up and bent them and unbent them, the knees rising and falling as her hips slowly writhed down against the sand ... her cool fingertips stroked the soft outer lips of her vagina, spreading the moist split gently apart, and caressing the hot liquid smoothness of her pleasure.
The hand at her breast kneaded the straining mound eagerly, strumming the nipples to quivering erection. Simply touching them sent thrills of pleasure coursing through her inflamed body. Slowly, perceptibly, Ann sank heavily into the wild pagan feeling, and she was only dimly aware of the heated moans and cries from just a few feet distant. Her mind's eye was filled with the erotic imagery of those two lusting bodies near her. All the sensual visions tumbled about her head, whipping her passion to a steadily increasing tempo. The man's giant cock in the girl's sucking mouth while his tongue plowed wetly into her pink vagina; his finger's squirming up into her anus while she ground hungrily back against them; his long white column of flesh finally plunging deeply inside her tiny anus, not stopping until it was sunk all the way up in the depths of her bowels.
Ann's loins were burning like never before, the pulsating rhythm between her thighs being one mass of exquisite 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 cunt. That momentary tight resistance of her vaginal passage slowly gave way to the wiggling pressure, and the warm, wet walls contracted hungrily on her long cool finger. She drew her knees up and scissored her long legs wide open as her hips arched up sharply, moving rhythmically up and down in motion with her middle finger gliding in and out of her vagina.
"II'MMM CCCUMUUMUMMIIIINNNNGGG!" echoed into the still night air from the other side of the palm fence, but the cry was barely heard by Ann Jensen. She was completely absorbed in her finger-fucking of her own hungrily clenching vagina, and the rhythm of her plunging finger was rapidly gaining momentum. The tight walls of her cunt seemed to suck and pull at her finger with greater and greater urgency until her whole, lust incensed body was gyrating in a wild turbulence of ecstatic sexual excitement. After all, the erotic stimulations of the long night, it didn't take her long to reach the final height of excruciating pleasure. Every muscle in her body was seized by tautness as she hung for a moment of time on the edge of release, and then her body was held by a prolonged rippling spasm. She wanted to scream out her sudden joy as her cunt contracted again and again around her deeply-sunken finger, and the hot wetness in her womb spilled quickly out of her vagina and against her hand.
She had reached an orgasm, but a futility remained in her mind. The tremors in her belly quickly subsided, and she lay back against the tree trunk, her body exhausted and spent. She was afraid to move for a long time, thinking she had cried aloud in her climax and she was waiting to see if the couple behind the branch fence had heard her. But, after a moment she got up the courage to look between the branches again, and she was surprised to see that the couple was gone. Wherever they were, Ann knew that they hadn't gone far, as the blanket and pillows were still there on the sand. Feeling she had to get away from the spot before they discovered her, Ann tried to stand, and she walked off down the row of palm trees, her legs weak and trembling. They were drained of control by the overwhelming surge of lusting passion, and she wasn't sure she could make it back to her camp without falling down in the sand. Her robe hung loosely from her body, the front open and waving back as she walked, and as she neared the awning that Mark had put up that afternoon the total feeling of her guilt returned. She had abandoned her own husband in the middle of lovemaking, and she couldn't help the terrible guilt feelings which shamed and saddened her. She had run away from him to watch complete strangers performing the same lewd sexual acts he had wanted to do while she masturbated herself to orgasm watching them.
Pulling her robe tightly around her body, Ann walked quietly to the camper door, wanting to give her husband whatever he might demand from her, and to ask, even begfor his forgiveness of her transgressions. She had been wrong to run out on him like that, and she knew it now. Reaching the camper, Ann looked inside the open doorway, and she saw her husband lying in bed, lying absolutely stock-still. Walking up to the bed, she leaned over him gently to see if he was awake, and she saw an empty bottle of rum clasped in his strong arms. Seeing that only made her feel worse, and she took the bottle from his grip and placed it on the nearby shelf.
She thought she would make it up to him in the morning, and the thought helped her. Mark would surely understand her reluctance to perform oral sex with him and everything would be all right again. Peeling off her robe, she slipped under the sheet next to her sleeping husband, her naked body still trembling slightly from the experience of her first orgasm, even if it had been self-induced....
CHAPTER FOUR
Ann woke up slowly the next morning, and at first she was confused about where she was. She had been dreaming that she was still in Los Altos, and she lay in bed with her eyes closed as she brought her errant memory up to date. She remembered what had happened to her the night previous, and her resolution to make it up to Mark was still foremost in her mind. Sleepily she reached out in the bed for Mark, but she felt nothing except warm sheets. He was gone, and she opened her eyes quickly, feeling a panic state creep over her.
"Mark?" She was alone in the camper, and she looked around frantically, half expecting that she had been abandoned. Clearing the last vestiges of sleep from her mind, she thought that Mark must have gone outside, and she got out of the bed, pulling on her robe before stepping out of the camper. It was clear and sunny, the cool air not yet warmed by the morning sun, and there was a slight breeze coming in off the ocean. The awning around their campsite was gently flapping, and Ann saw that one section had been pulled back. She realized that Mark must have been hung over from all the drinking he did, and it was reasonable to assume that he had gone down to the lagoon for a morning swim. She knew that she would feel better after a swim, too, so she returned to the camper to put on her bikini.
Pulling on the skimpy suit took only a moment, and she realized that she was terrifically hungry. Before walking to the water, she decided to start some fresh coffee brewing, and then got out some supplies for breakfast. She set the table as nicely as she could under the circumstances, and then looking around the campsite to make sure all was neat, she turned and headed toward the water to find Mark.
The sand was cool and felt good under her bare feet, and she just followed where her steps led without really thinking she would have any difficulty finding him. When she reached the water'sedge, Ann looked out into the lagoon for a sign of him, but she was surprised to not see him swimming there. There just was no other place he could have gone, and she again felt panicked. Then she remembered Mark's mentioning a freshwater spring, back in the heavy foliage, and she turned and ran up back the beach toward the camp. Going past the camp, Ann had no idea what she was looking for, but headed in the general direction that Mark had indicated the day before, when talking about the water for the shower. She was surprised how thick the jungle foliage looked when she got close to it, and she was afraid to force her way into the bushes. She walked along the edge until she came to a narrow trail leading into the wood, and she followed it for a short distance.
"Mark!" Ann shouted his name, hoping that he would answer before she got too far into the jungle. She could hear the answering cry of birds, but not another sound, she was about to turn around and go back, when she saw Mark.
"Oh, darling! I was so afraid you were hurt," she said, running to him. He was standing in a stream of water knee deep, his head under a thin trail of water pouring off a short ledge from above. It was really quite a beautiful setting, and Ann saw that there were wild orchids growing all around the natural pool. Mark still hadn't heard her-, and she realized that the water was making too much noise.
"Mark?" Ann said, walking out in the water to touch him gently. He shook his head clear of the small waterfall, his hair wet and flying out as he did, and it splashed onto Ann. It was cold, and she jumped back laughing. "I was worried, Darling!" she said when she saw that Mark was staring at her with an icy look in his eyes.
"Okay, so you found me. Now leave me alone," Mark said after a moment, and he put his head back under the running water.
Ann was hurt, but she realized that Mark was probably not feeling too good. After all, he did have a right to be upset with her running away the night before. She just wanted a chance to say she was sorry, and that she was going to make it up to him.
"Darling, please listen to me," Ann began, pulling his arm so he would come out of the pool. He let her get him free of the waterfall, but then went no further.
"Look, you made yourself perfectly clear last night. There's nothing more to be said about it now. What's done is done!" Mark looked furious, and she was able to see that he meant what he said. She knew that she had really hurt him, but she didn't realize that he would still be holding it Over her this morning. His tone took her completely by surprise, and she couldn't find anything to say for a long moment.
"You're a puritanical, frigid bitch! That was made clear finally to me last night!" Mark wanted very much to hurt her, and he judged by the expression on her face that he was succeeding.
"Darling, I know it must seem that way, but you're mistaken. It takes time to adjust to...." Ann stopped in mid-sentence as she saw Mark's eyes shift to the trial she had just come up. She turned to see what he was looking at, and her heart jumped into her throat. It was the couple she had watched making love the night before, on the beach!
"Morning! Hope we're not disturbing you, but this is where we get our fresh water, too," the man said. He was smiling broadly, and for a moment Ann thought he was wearing nothing. "We're your neighbors down the beach. I'm Chuck Sloat and this is my wife, Marie." He held his hand out toward Ann, as she was closest to him.
Ann shook his hand but remained silent. She was thinking about the way his fingers had been probing so softly into his wife, Marie's, anus the night before. Mark stepped out of the water, and he was first to speak.
"Well, I wondered if there was anyone else around this beach. Thought your camp was abandoned when we came in yesterday. I'm Mark Jensen, and this is my wife, Ann." He shook the hand offered to him, then held his hand out to Marie. Ann saw how Mark was looking at Marie, and she felt a tinge of jealousy immediately. Marie was wearing a bikini which was even skimpier than her own and it was so tight, her full, sexy body was trying to force its way out. Worse than that, Marie was looking toward Mark with an obvious expression of sexual interest in him. Yet, Ann chose to ignore that, as she was still remembering how she had so recently witnessed Marie getting fucked from behind like a bitch in wild heat by her husband. Facing them in broad daylight made her more nervous with every passing moment, and she felt that she had to get away.
"It's nice to meet you," Ann said once faced with having to say something. Chuck Sloat was eyeing her, and she felt like he was inspecting her without any covering on her body at all. She shook hands with Marie, then turned toward Mark for some assistance in getting away. But Mark was not intending to move from where he was at that moment, and Ann had to think of a way out for herself.
"I'm sorry to have to run after just having met you, but I left some coffee on the stove ... excuse me, please!" Ann didn't wait for an answer, but ran off down the narrow trail as though there was a real emergency. Once clear of the dense foliage, she ran all the way back to the camper, and then checking on the coffee cursorily, as though to justify her excuse, she saw that it had only just started to heat up. She fidgeted with the pot for a moment, turning the heat up on the little camp stove, then she walked into the camper to sit down and think.
In a way she was sort of glad that the couple from the other camp had come on the scene when they had, as she knew that words, heavy words, were about to start between the two of them. She hadn't expected him to be so upset over the previous night, yet she felt that he was still justified in being angry over her running out on him. His words hurt her, and she refused to believe that she was a puritanical and frigid bitch, as he had said she was. She just had to get used to new things, and she had not been ready for his really demanding advances, expecting her to take his almost exploding penis in her mouth. She wanted to cry again when she thought how happy she had been on getting to Hawaii, and then having spoiled the whole trip by going "chicken" on Mark. It was all too much, and on top of it all she had to witness the Sloats in their lewd and completely uninhibited coupling.
"God! Mark might bring them here!" she thought, and she jumped up and looked around as though trying to find a place to hide herself. She didn't want to face them again, at least not at that time, and she decided that she had better stay away from the camp until they had had time to go back to their own camp. They were sure to walk by, and she knew that Mark would invite them in to admire his handiwork around the place. He would do it just to make her angry, and Ann also thought that he would look at Marie Sloat admiringly, just to get back at her.
Without hesitation, she walked out of the camper, and quickly turned off the stove under the coffee before heading toward the lagoon. Going for a swim sounded like the only escape she had, and so she ran across the sand until she reached the water. Once there she calmed down and looked out into the placid waters of the lagoon. It was peaceful and inviting, the water a deep blue, but crystal clear. Wading in up to her knees, she reached down to touch the water with her hands, still amazed at how warm it was compared to the shores of Northern California and their cold tides. For a brief moment, she was tempted to leave her bikini on the beach and go swimming in the nude, but second thoughts about the possibility of the Sloats coming down to the water dispelled the notion without a second's time. She continued wading out until the water was around her full, pointed breasts, then she started swimming back and forth until she became tired.
She felt refreshed when she came out of the water, but that was all. The problems were still with her, and she hadn't resolved anything in her own mind. Sitting down on the beach to dry in the sunlight, she hoped that Mark would come looking for her, and then they would have a chance to talk it all out. If he didn't come, she at least would have stalled for more time to think, as she knew that she would have to return to the campsite sooner or later. When she did, she wanted to be as calm and collected as was possible under the circumstances.
It was getting hot, and the warm sand felt good against her body, so Ann stretched out, trying to relax. In spite of herself, she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the night before. She had witnessed the Sloats engaged in a private sexual act, and it had excited her so much, she had used her finger to lessen the frustration built up inside of herself. It had been like a potion designed to release her true self, as she was sure that she was really too interested in her own physical fulfillment. Otherwise, she would have done what any normal person would have done, and that would have been to leave the moment she discovered their presence on the other side of that palm-branch fence. She had stayed to see and witness their copulation, and she had vicariously become excited by the act. Lying on the warm sand was like a tonic for her, stimulating her nerves into sharp awareness, and she couldn't keep her mind off the Sloats. Marie had been like a she-devil when she had screamed for her husband's penis in her anus. It had been startling to witness such raw sexuality, and Ann again seemed to feel the twinges of pain and excitement in her own vagina and, surprisingly enough, her rectum. She simply couldn't understand how anyone could take such a large, hardened thing up in her tiny back passage, and still enjoy it like Marie had so obviously done. Yet it excited Ann to think how it must feel to have a large cock shooting out white hot cum deep inside her bowels and she half sat up to see if there was anyone near her on the beach. The beach looked empty and abandoned, and she couldn't resist the urge to lower her bikini bottom down from her hips. Arching her buttocks up off the sand, she pulled the still-wet fabric down until her buttocks were exposed, then carefully, as though making a small scientific evaluation, she ran her hands over the round cheeks of her buttocks until her fingers were against the valley-like crevice running down the middle.
Ann kept her eyes scanning up and down the beach for a sign of any possibly intruding person while she mentally concentrated on the signals from the nerves in her fingers and buttocks. Drawing her legs up until her knees were almost resting on her chest, she looked down then toward her vagina, and she couldn't see it for the bikini bottom bunched around her upper thighs. She was glad that she couldn't look at her "experiment," and she kept her eyes peeled on the surrounding beige sandy beach.
After taking a deep breath, Ann slowly spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart with her fingers, then using the middle finger of one hand, she very carefully probed into the soft hairless crevice for the puckered flesh of her anal opening. Her belly was stirring with excited sensations in anticipation of the thrill of such lewd and completely forbidden contact, and when she pressed her finger for the first time against the tiny ring of surprisingly sensitive flesh, she whimpered out loud from the unexpected pleasure that danced up her spine. She was reminded of what Mark had done the night before, pushing his finger against the tiny sensitive mouth while he drove his tongue in and out of her cunt. Then she remembered, too, how she had seen Chuck driving his fingers deeply inside his wife's asshole, God! asshole! that was the first time she had ever even "thought" the lewd word and how Marie had ground her open buttocks back against his fingers in sheer, lusting passion.
As though driven by an overwhelming desire to know the obscene sensations that she had only witnessed from a short distance, Ann slowly, and helpless to stop herself, worked the tip of her middle finger around the elastic ring of tight puckered flesh, forcing it into the opening with deliberate pacing, until the tip of her finger was held firmly yet hotly by the tight, clinging flesh of her anus. It was warm and rubbery and the sensation of her own finger inside her secret back passage sent lascivious thrills of a new-found feeling pulsating to her brain. It was flesh against flesh, and she wiggled her fingertip to feel more intensely the tingling sensations in her rectum. An urge, a desire, suddenly made her want to have her finger buried more deeply inside the hot, rubbery passage, and as though it were drawn by a magnet, her finger slowly, of its own volition, wormed its way farther inside. Her belly jerked with excitement as her finger reached a depth to her first knuckle, and she held still, her mouth wide open for a moment to feel the full sensations of its presence in her anus.
Ann's eyes were jumping back and forth, nervously scanning the entire beach for the first sign of anyone approaching her. She was tensed up so that she could in a second have her bikini bottom back up over her buttocks, and be lying on the beach as if only taking an innocent sun-bath. But her body was also tensed from the excitement she felt down between her open buttocks, and she want to have the full length of her finger inside her hot, tight rectum. She could hold back from driving it all the way in for another second more, and she just shoved her finger in hard against the tight, restricting fleshy passage. She had forgotten about her own sharp fingernail, and she dug it into the tender sensitive walls before she realized what she had done to herself in a moment of rash desire.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Ann groaned out loud from the sharp and sudden pain that slammed into her rectum. It surprised her, at the same time it brought her back to reality. She was almost shocked by what she was doing to herself in broad daylight, and she quickly pulled her finger from her tight anus, hearing a slight hissing sound it made with a sudden shame. She couldn't understand what had come over her, and after pulling her bikini bottom back over her smooth rounded hips, she jumped up from the sandy beach, looking nervously up and down the calm shoreline. Nothing seemed to be moving except the lapping waves at the edge of the surf, and greatly relieved, she ran to the water and dove into the blue depths.
Coming to the surface, Ann shook her head, flinging a line of water from the long, silky strands of her hair, and she had put her self-indulgence out of her mind. She knew that she had to go back to the campsite and face her husband. There was going to be an argument of some sort-of that she was sure-but she hoped that Mark would be more reasonable, now that he had had time to get over his headache. Ann was reticent and reluctant, but she walked slowly back out of the water. She wasn't going to wait until the sun dried the water from her tanned body, and she thought she could tell Mark that she had gone for a swim, and use her wet swimsuit as proof positive.
It didn't seem likely that the Sloats would still be around their camp, but she took slow, lingering steps as she walked back across the beach toward the campsite. Her feet sank into the sand as she walked and as she got closer to the camp, it seemed harder to pick her feet up to walk. She wasn't prepared to face Mark, and yet she knew it had to be done.
She had run out in the middle of wonderful lovemaking with her husband, because she didn't want to give him what he had been giving her. She knew that she had been wrong, but at the same time, she didn't think that Mark would ever understand why she had run out.
Approaching the campsite, Ann felt that no one was there, but as she lifted the awning, she saw Mark sitting quietly at the table sipping a cup of coffee. He looked up as she entered, but he said nothing at all. Ann walked over to the little camp stove, and picking up the still-warm coffee pot, she poured herself a cup of the steaming hot liquid. Then she walked over to the table, and she sat down in the chair across from Mark, and looked at him before speaking.
"Darling, I hope you've forgotten and forgiven me for being such a big baby last night with you, but I was so frightened, honestly and thoroughly frightened! I just don't know what came over me then," Ann said, and she looked straight at Mark for some sign of his forgiveness. He had been looking down toward his cup of coffee, but when she stopped talking, he looked up into her eyes. He was still angry, Ann was convinced by the cool, icy blue gaze that made her look away in confusion.
"I suppose our marriage hasn't been what you expected!" Mark said very suddenly, but his tone was still somewhat questioning.
"No, darling! Don't talk that way! It was nothing but a simple fear that I had, and I recognize that I was just being childish and silly. Please don't think we can't work it out!" Ann pleaded with him. She knew that Mark had been hurt by what she had done, even more than she had guessed before, still she was completely surprised at that point to have him saying they were complete failures as marriage partners.
"I am not thinking about anything except the way you've been acting toward me. What else do you want me to think but that you can't stand me sexually?" Mark replied condemningly, and he was now talking louder and his anger growing every second.
"I can! That's just not true!" Ann shouted back quickly, but she knew that her response was feeble and ineffectual against what he stated. Her actions the previous night might actually indicate that she didn't like Mark sexually, even if she didn't really feel that way. Her emotions indicated that she did and she searched her brain for some action that might prove Mark wrong in his belief, but she couldn't think of anything under the pressures of that moment. "I know that what I did must appear to you to be total rejection, but I didn't feel that way at all, darling!"
"Well, there's no point in discussing it, anyway, what's done is done, as I said before," Mark stood up from his chair, and he walked over toward the camper. It was like a physical exclamation point to his remark, and Ann felt like she was lost and abandoned. Mark was just not going to listen to reason, whatever that reason might be. "I'm sorry, Mark. That's all I know how to say," Ann said weakly, and she bent her head down into her hands. She fought with all the strength in her body to hold the tears in her eyes back, and she had just about given up when Mark spoke.
"We've been invited to have lunch over with the Sloats, you know, on the sand and all that. I don't suppose you can act your way through it ... make them believe that we are for real a man and wife?" Mark said cruelly. Ann was hurt by his statement, and for an instant she wanted to tell him about her observation of the Sloats the night before on the beach. She wanted to tell him what they had been doing, and how it had made her excited enough to masturbate herself right there on the beach. But, she couldn't bring herself to admit anything about it, and she knew that she couldn't even face them in the broad daylight. She knew that if she went to their camp for lunch, everything she knew about them would somehow show on her face. She knew that she couldn't go, but she also knew that Mark was testing her. He would think that she didn't want to be seen with him if she told him no.
"Did ... did you say we were invited to lunch?" Ann said weakly. She hoped that Mark was only making the whole thing up.
"Yes, damnit, I said we were invited to the Sloats!" Mark was angry, and he shouted out the words. "I've been waiting for you to get back here. We're supposed to be at their camp right now!"
Ann was stuck for words, she didn't know how to tell Mark that she had to stay there. "I've got a terrible headache, darling. I think I stayed out in the sun too long without any protection. I'm afraid I would just be a complete bore if I went over there," she said, and she could see by Mark's own reaction that she needn't say anymore about it to him.
"Fine! You just stay right here! I am going, and I intend to thoroughly enjoy myself!" Mark didn't turn around, but he just walked straight out of the camp area as he spoke his final words. His rage was more than even just apparent, and Ann felt terribly, unutterably guilty for having come up with such a ridiculous excuse for having to stay. She ran over to the canvas awning where Mark had departed the camp, and she stood there, watching him as he stormed away down the beach toward the Sloat's camp.
"Fool! Goddamn fool!" Ann said to herself, and the tears started rolling quickly, hotly down her cheeks. She felt that she had really made a big mess of everything, and that Mark was totally right to be mad at her. Turning away from the flapping awning, she walked slowly back to the big table where she had left her coffee, and she unconsciously picked up the cup to take a sip from it. It was still warm, but it wasn't right, somehow. She had made Mark terribly unhappy by her immature antics, and young Ann Jensen wanted a drink. She hurriedly ran to the place Mark kept the liquor which he had brought, and finding a bottle of rum, she poured out enough to fill her coffee cup full to the rim. Then with bottle in hand, she returned to the table, sat down and took a large gulp. It felt hot and stinging in her throat, but that was exactly what she wanted, so she took another large swallow. She was sure that Mark was going to be very uncomfortable at the Sloat's camp, and she knew that it was her fault, and hers alone. The liquor was her punishment, and it was also her savior.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, what do you think of him?" Chuck asked, smiling as he stirred the coals of the open fire. On the grill above was the special lunch they were preparing for the Jensen's arrival.
Look, Chuck. You don't have to sell me on Mark, just because you want to get between the legs of that sexy little wife of his. I'm sure that Mark can fuck me just fine, so you don't have to worry!" Marie was busily preparing a fruit salad of fresh pineapple, and she rapped the blade of the knife on the table, where she was working, in an emphasis of her statement. She knew her husband only too well, and when they had run into the Jensens earlier that day, she knew that Chuck would want to include them in their little sex games.
The Sloats had been in Hawaii for over a week, and they were both beginning to miss the gatherings of their wife-swapping club back in Los Angeles. When they saw the new camp down the beach from them, they had both hoped it would be a naive young couple with which they could become involved. They were really quite happy that the Jensens were so attractive, the ideal couple to include in their vacation plans.
"Well, it's going to be up to you to get Mark away from his wife long enough to do your stuff. I detected some tension between them this morning, the way Mrs. Jensen ran back to their camp when he came up made that pretty apparent!" Chuck was thinking seriously about Ann's sensual body, and just the thought of completely fucking the dignity out of her pure, ivory look made his cock twitch with excitement. He hoped that the execution of their plans wouldn't take very long to carry off, but with their recruitment experience in Los Angeles behind them, Chuck was confident that the tension between Mark and his young wife would make everything that much easier for Marie and himself.
"The way Mark was looking at me this morning, it is a sure sign that my part of the job will be very, very easy. You just leave me alone with him for a few hours, and I'll guarantee good results," Marie replied. She was still wearing her skimpy bikini, and she liked the fact that "entertaining" in Hawaii could be conducted on such a casual basis. It made it that much easier for her to get her clothes off when the time was ready. Chuck had put a shirt on, but that was all he wore, except for the swim trunks. "Divide and conquer! The strategy still has its merits," Chuck added laughingly. He was feeling in good spirits with the thought of having another attractive girl around to fuck. It was going to make his vacation far better than he had expected. "Just be sure to get our friend Mark to do his misdeed by the palm fence. You should show him the pleasures of the great outdoors!" Chuck laughed loudly as he stood up to pat his sexy wife on her firm, rounded buttocks, "I like it here more every day!"
"It wouldn't matter where we had our vacation as long as there were other ripe young female bodies around, and you know it! Now let me get this lunch prepared, or we'll lose before we've even started," Marie chastized him jokingly. She was extremely happy with her marriage to Chuck, and the fact that they were able to accept one another's desires for extra-marital sexual activities made it the perfect relationship as far as she was concerned. They had found this life together in Los Angeles more rewarding and enriching since they had gotten involved in wife-swapping. She saw no reason why not-to extend it into their activities while they were on vacation, as well. It would make everything between them that much better, once they were through with the Jensens.
"Well Marie, it looks like a part of our problems have been taken care of for us. Here comes Mark, and he's alone!" Chuck was looking down the beach toward the Jensen's camp, and he saw Mark was walking quickly toward their camp.
"I'll start mixing the drinks while you go to greet him!"
Marie was already moving toward the narrow entry to the campsite, and she had to duck when she walked between the palms stuck in the ground, because of the sign which Chuck had hung over the doorway. It said simply, "Chuck and Marie's," and they had begun to think no one would see it until the Jensens finally showed up.
"Hi, Mark!" Marie yelled, and she waved her slender arm so that her bikini top would drop slightly off her large round breasts. Mark smiled when he saw her, and he quickened his pace as he approached. "Where's your wife?" Marie asked, but she said it in such a way as to make it sound unimportant.
"Sorry I'm late," Mark said, panting slightly from the brisk walk across the hot sand. He took Marie's extended hand in his, and he felt as though a bolt of electricity had danced through his body from the contact. "Ann stayed out in the sun too long, and she isn't feeling to good. I hope that doesn't disrupt your lunch plans. I just came over to tell you," Mark lied. He was simply being polite, but he wanted to stay around the good company of the Sloats.
"Well, you must stay on for lunch. I know how your wife must feel, Mark. The best thing for her to do is stay relaxed in the shade. It takes a few days to get used to the sun here, but I'm sure she'll be all right." Marie was leading Mark to a chair as she babbled on, and the moment Mark was seating himself, Chuck had a drink in his hand. "Now you sit down here, and let your wife get some rest without having to worry about you, too!" Marie was playfully scolding Mark, but she knew that Mark had lied about Ann's real condition.
"Cheers, old man!" Chuck said, holding up his own drink, and Mark answered the salute and drained the delicious drink down. "Lunch is almost ready, and you can't disappoint Marie after the way she's been slaving over these coals," Chuck added, and he goodnaturedly slapped Mark on the back.
"I guess you're right. Ann is probably better off without me hanging around to bother her. I certainly do appreciate you having me over for lunch. I really didn't expect to find such hospitable neighbors here on the beach," Mark said, and he held his glass up to the Sloats in gratitude. He was particularly glad to have the opportunity to keep his mind off of Ann and their problems. He was angry with her, but at the same time he was disturbed by the argument they had. He didn't really want their marriage to end, but he felt that shocking her had been necessary if she was ever going to loosen up and relax a little. His spending the afternoon at the Sloats would give her ample time to think about their relationship, and he hoped that she would become aware of the sexual deficiencies in this marriage. Mark imagined that their "making up" that evening would result in the kind of lovemaking he had hungered for since they were first married. Then, too, he knew that he also welcomed the opportunity to enjoy looking at the sexy body of Chuck's attractive wife.
After a second drink, Marie announced that the lunch was ready, and they all sat down to eat the special meal she had carefully prepared. It was a Hawaiian-style feast, and Mark found the good food so delicious, he marveled at the fact that such an attractive, sexually sensuous young woman was also such an excellent cook. They all ate voraciously, and the conversation jumped from food to drink to what Mark and Chuck did for a living back on the mainland. They all talked like a bunch of native islanders when referring to California as the mainland, and they found themselves laughing at how quickly one adapted to the island life.
Mark learned that Chuck owned a chain of auto parts stores, and he guessed that he had to be quite successful in business like that in Los Angeles. He talked about his job, being very modest when it came to the importance of his position in the electronics firm. He said he was just an ordinary engineer, and he made both Chuck and Marie laugh at his description of work life with a big company. He jokingly told them that the most important part of the job was being sure not to work faster than the contracts called for, or the government might think something was wrong when they didn't ask for more money.
By the time they were all through eating, Mark was feeling good, having completely forgotten about his own problem with Ann. Marie had proved to be an excellent hostess, and Mark found that he had a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming over her lithely moving body. Every time she laughed, her full breasts would bounce up and down slightly, and he couldn't help thinking how he would like to get his hands on them. Then, when Chuck poured out some after lunch drinks of rum, Mark took the one offered him gladly, but he was surprised that Chuck wasn't having one, too.
"Aren't you drinking, Chuck?" He asked when Chuck brought only two drinks to the table.
"Mark old man, you just enjoy yourself this afternoon, but I'm afraid that I've got to take a run into town for a couple of hours for supplies. I'd send Marie, but she can't handle the motorcycle I use," he said, pointing over his left shoulder to the little bike leaning against their camper's side.
"That's my excuse to keep from doing the shopping," Marie added jokingly, and she stood up from the table to give Chuck a peck on the mouth. "And you'd better get going before it gets too late. That store doesn't stay open for anyone, you know. I'll keep Mark company while you're gone, I want to hear more about his company." Marie turned toward Mark and smiled seductively. "Can Chuck pick up anything for you?" she questioned.
"Uhhh, no. But, listen, I'd better get back and see how Ann is doing," Mark said. He stood up from the table, but Chuck moved toward him and playfully pushed him down again.
"Now, Mark, you leave your poor wife alone for a little while. She's probably sleeping and anyway I want to talk some more as soon as I get back from the store. I'll only be a couple of hours, so why don't you and Marie go for a swim or something like that. Chuck suggested seriously. He saw that Marie was hooked, so he turned to his wife, winking before he walked to the cycle.
"You go on, Chuck. Marie and I will keep the fire burning." Marie didn't sit down again until the motorcycle was started, and Chuck waved before he roared off down the dirt road. Then, without saying a word, Marie picked up Mark's glass, and she went in to refill it with rum. "Hope you liked the lunch, Mark, Sorry I didn't prepare any dessert, but we can have another drink instead."
"That fruit was delicious, Marie. That's the equivalent of a dessert to me!" Mark said, and he watched Sloat's wife's smooth undulating buttocks as she walked to where the liquor was kept.
"There's more where it came from. Other things, too. How about it?" Marie said seductively as she handed Mark the fresh drink. She leaned over so that her bikini top hung down slightly, exposing most of her full, lush breasts. She saw that Mark's eyes fixed on her immediately, and she smiled inwardly, knowing that she would have him on top of her soon without the slightest bit of trouble.
"This is fine!" Mark said, taking the offered glass. He swallowed nervously as he felt his prick jerk under his swim trunks. He couldn't take his eyes from Marie Sloat's provocative lushness, and the creamy white mounds of her full, globular breasts were so close to him that he felt like leaning over to grab them in his hands. Marie moved her chair around a little to the front and next to his, and her closeness was enough to make his cock begin to jerk with a beginning arousal. She was a beautiful, provocative woman, there was no doubt of that, and Mark felt like he was getting just a little drunk from the mixture of her scent and that of the drink. She exuded pure animal sex, like a kind of aura that surrounded her as she walked, moved or talked. What he would really like to do at that moment was to take her in his arms and kiss her fully on her wetly glistening lips, nothing more than that, except for perhaps fondling her hot-looking breasts, tweak the nipples, into rock hardness, take them into his mouth and roll his tongue around and around....
Mark felt his cock jump into sudden rigidity, now straining against the confines of his swimming trunks as though it had a mind and evil thoughts all of its own. Marie Sloat had her legs slightly spread apart, and her bikini was so tight, he could clearly make out the enticing outline of the soft fleshy folds of her pussy with several soft resilient strands of her pubic hair curling out from the elastic legbands between her inner thighs. The teasing sight almost drove him crazy with passion, lusting, mad passion that had been denied him the night before with his own wife, and when he realized that his cock was fully erect, he tried to will it limp again, to tear the lewd thoughts from his mind. But his cock remained hard and throbbing. Hesitantly, he raised his eyes to Marie's face.
She was looking directly at the large bulge in his trunks, and she was smiling with half-parted lips and torrid eyes as though she, herself, had willed him to become hard down there.
"My, my, Mr. Jensen! What do you have on your mind?" she said in mock surprise. She spread her legs apart a little further as if in emphasis to her statement. "I ... I ... I'm...." Mark stuttered from the sudden realization that Sloat's wife had been observing his cock grow erect under the tight, restraining material of his shorts. Marie laughed lightly from deep within her throat. "Marie ... excuse me ... I don't understand...." Mark was lost for an explanation, and he was afraid to move, for fear that more would show.
"I'm talking about that," Marie said, pointing to the bulge in his shorts. She lowered her voice as though sharing a deep dark secret with him. "I mean, your hard-on, Mark."
Mark was completely surprised by his voluptuous neighbors choice of words, and to hear her directly say it made him more excited than before, "My ... uh, you do?" Marie leaned her torso over closer toward him, and she opened her mouth as if to exhale. "Do you want to fuck me, Mark," she whispered and opened her legs wider to his gaze.
Her warm heavy breath made him so excited that he almost failed to hear her words, but he did, and he couldn't believe he was hearing correctly. "You do want to fuck me. Isn't that right, Mark?" Marie reached out and placed her hand on his knee. "Right here between my legs!"
"Marie!" he managed to breathe as he felt the electric sensation of her hand against his flesh. It was like a total shock to his system to feel her touch while she spoke with such words. Did he hear her right? He couldn't imagine why she would be talking that way to him. But he did hear her right! She did say fuck! He could feel the pressure of his gathering sperm and his balls began to ache. He did need it, damn how he needed it, and Marie Sloat's talking to him that way was just too much for him now. Her moving fingers were burning a hole in his leg, and she was moving them toward his growing prick!
"Marie! Damn, cut it out ... I'm only human!" Her hand kept coming toward his aching column like it was pursuing his erection.
"I know, Mark. That's why you'd like to fuck me, right?" she purred. Her fingers were walking up his inner thigh while she talked. "My cunt is burning, Mark. It's on fire right now. The only thing that can put out the fire is a big, hard cock. You have the big, hard cock! I can tell," Marie whispered, and she reached out the remaining distance between them, to touch the bulge in his beach shorts.
Mark almost jumped into the air from the contact of her fingers against his sensitive cock. Marie stroked it tantalizingly as she wriggled her body closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his arm, and her lips were on his cheek, her tongue sliding with hot wetness toward his half-open, startled mouth.
"Marie, please ... I can't take this teasing!!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Marie interrupted, and her words echoed in his head like a bouncing ball. Of course, he wanted to fuck her, but it wasn't possible ... it couldn't happen that easily ... his own wife was just a short distance away, and what about her! He suddenly thought about his own wife as a real person, and he knew it would be wrong to cheat on her. Yet! she had rejected him when he needed her the night before, and now he was confronted with a beautiful, alluring woman who was almost begging him to fuck her. It would serve Ann right if he had to get his own action somewhere else, after all, she was the one who had rejected him! If Marie's stroking of his cock continued much longer, he knew that it would really explode right then and there! He twisted suddenly in his chair, pulled away from her hands and reach, and he stayed with his back turned to her. "This is no way for me to act with such a wonderful hostess," Mark gasped, trying to keep his cool desperately. He made up his mind that he couldn't possibly do anything so rash, especially since Marie's own husband had left them so trustingly. He couldn't just fuck Chuck's wife the second he had left.
"Your thinking about your wife and about my husband," Marie stated simply, her face still close to the back of his neck.
"Yes, of course! You're a very beautiful woman, Marie. And you're right about what I would like ... But it's wrong, and I'm sorry...." Mark stood up from the chair to get further away from her warm breath upon him.
"Why be so sorry, Mark? I want you to fuck me as much as you would like to have me! What's wrong about that?" Marie walked toward him, and he moved away to the spot that she wanted him in. "So what's the big problem?"
"My wife! Your husband!" Mark said harshly, and he kept walking slowly to keep Marie at a distance.
"What have they got to do with us here and now? I'm not asking you to marry me. I just want your big hard cock inside my soft, wet pussy!" Marie stopped her walking toward Mark when he was just a few feet away from the place that Chuck had fixed up for their own private fucking. The plaid blanket was still spread out on the sand, and the two pillows were still propped neatly against the trunk of the fallen palm tree.
Mark stared at the blanket on the sand without really seeing it. He was lost in thought, and his cock was aching to be released from the tight imprisonment of his swimming suit. Marie's words made his cock jerk into even fuller erection, and he found it difficult to resist her reasoning. It was simply, like she had said. He wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to have him do it, too. Nothing else really mattered at the moment, and it would serve Ann right if he did do it. Yet, he didn't want to hurt his wife, really, and he made up his mind to return to his own camp right then and there, before he wouldn't be able to resist Marie any longer. He turned around to face her, gathering the will to say what he had to say, but the words froze in his choking constricted throat.
Marie stood before him stripped completely naked!
She had unhooked the top of her bikini, and stepped out of her brief panties. The bikini was lying on the sand at her feet, in marked contrast to her smooth white body. She was standing with her legs wide apart, and Mark's eyes instantly focused in on the wet, petal-like lips of her vaginal mound. The light-colored fuzz of her pubic hair glistened lewdly in the bright glare of the afternoon sun. She was smiling at him with her teeth slightly bared, and the pink tip of her tongue slowly rolled over her red lips. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, surprisingly white against the deep tan of her other parts, jutted out like twin peaks waiting to be climbed and conquered. Her legs long and slender were satiny smooth at their inner thighs where they tapered up to the moist curve of her parted cuntal mouth.
"Well, Mark?" she asked. "Does it meet with your approval?"
Mark started to speak again, but he could only gulp as he stared at her loveliness. Her pose was lewd and wanton, and it made his cock pulsate maddeningly in his shorts.
Marie's palms were placed toward the back of her hips, her shoulders held back proudly, but she slowly began moving her fingers over her sensual, passion-aroused body. As if tracing a special path in her flesh, she raised her hands up over her belly to cup her full, firmly upthrust breasts, then with thumb and forefinger extended, she tweaked the pink nipples which stood erect and hard in the full sunlight. Then her hands were on her hips again, and as if crawling slowly over her sensitive flesh, her fingers worked into the fuzzy light triangle of her pubic hair. She stayed still for a moment, and Mark was transfixed by her sight, totally unable to move from where he was standing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal.
Suddenly, Marie's hands began to move, and the fingertips dipped lower into the soft, downy pubic hair, making a path toward the shiny pink slit between her white thighs. She placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the erect pink bud of her clitoris to Mark's gaze. As if pointing at it with her right forefinger, she moved it toward the tiny bud until the tip came in contact with the small phallus. She began to tease it, flicking it back and forth, and sending more of her lubricating fluids trailing down her inner thighs. While she moved her finger along the gaping crevice of her pink cunt, she spoke to Mark.
"You do want to fuck me, Mark I can see that you do. Your cock is ready for me right now, ready to slide up inside my hot waiting pussy, and I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Then, I'm going to suck your big, hard cock back into erection, and lick your asshole and your balls until you cum again in my throat. I want your cock where my finger is right now!"
As she spoke in her soft, seductive voice, Mark felt his heart pound with excitement, and he thought his balls would burst from the lewd thrill of her words. Nothing mattered any more, not Chuck nor Ann, nothing but having the sexy woman before him under his driving cock. He had to have her, fuck her until she screamed with joy, and then he wanted more than anything else to have her red lips licking and sucking the cum from his cock.
As if controlled by an unknown force, Mark watched his legs as they slowly moved in the sand toward Marie's sensual body. His arms reached out to take her by the shoulders, and his mouth was open, ready to meet hers in a lingering kiss. But Marie moved back slightly, almost guiding him toward a predetermined destiny.
"Here, Mark! Come over down on the blanket," she moaned, and moved seductively to the fallen tree. Mark followed her blindly, like a faithful servant about to do his master's bidding, and his mind was afire with his consuming passion. Reaching the blanket, Marie lay down, spreading her legs wide to open her cunt to him. "Take off your trunks, Mark. I want to see your big hard cock!"
Mindless with desire, Mark dug his fingers under the elastic band top of his beach shorts, and pulled them down from his hips, freeing his erect penis, blood-raging and stiff from his groin. The head was purple and thick, and tiny drops of excited seminal fluid clung to the dilated shaft's slit at the top.
"Oh, it's beautiful, Mark. It's as big as I knew it would be." Marie said. "You want it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want my cunt wrapped around it and holding it!"
"Yes, yes! I want it inside you!" Mark replied, his voice deep and raspy from dryness. "You want to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck me!"
"I want to fuck you, Marie."
"How? How do you want to fuck me?"
"Until you can't take any more!" he groaned. "I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked!"
"Do it, Mark. Oh, God! Fuck me! Do it to me every way!"
Shrieking out a small tortured cry, Mark fell on top of Marie's soft open body, knees digging into the blanket between her widespread thighs as his rigid cock pressed down on her wet cunt. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that when it was over he would be feeling remorse about his own young wife, but at the moment he just didn't care about anything but the sexy woman beneath him. He covered her face with hot moist kisses, his tongue probing into the warm depths of her mouth in search of a tongue, and finding it, sucked on it like he would a lollipop. His hands cupped the soft flesh of her breasts, caressing the mounds and pulling at the hardened pink nipples. Then moving down to her smooth firm buttocks, he squeezed the warm flesh while she breathed hotly into his ear. Her hands searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, locating the rock-hardness of his throbbing penis, and grinding her pelvis hard into him, she opened her legs wide as she could, her cunt flared open, moist, and waiting. His cock rested hard, trailing drops of liquid, against her thighs and tummy, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched her hips up for a moment, lifting his body with the strength of her back, and she reached under her buttocks with both hands, pulling with them at the vaginal lips to give his cock greater contact with the moist flesh. Dropping her body down to the blanket, she trapped his penis with her soft inner thighs as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing cuntal crevice.
"Your cock feels good, Mark. All of you feels good, but your cock feels best," Marie breathed. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving tiny red welts in their sharp path. Mark pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her naked buttocks in his palms, and pulling her loins tighter against him. He moved his hips, shoving his hardened rod of male flesh up and down the slit teasingly, and feeling it grow wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate grind against his loins until her legs, without warning snaked out and up around his hips, locking him tightly to her with her ankles crossed.
"OOooooohhh! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me nowww!" she wailed, and she wiggled her buttocks like a fervent whore.
Mark began to thrust forward, but her hands were already between their bodies, circling his throbbing cock to guide it between the lips of her hungry cunt. He felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her cunt to part the soft fleecy pubic hair with the sensitive blood-filled head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating, and he had to have his cock in her right away.
Shoving his hips hard forward with all his pent-up strength, his huge, rock-hard penis drove deep into the hot, gaping mouth of her wet pussy, slamming down the length of her passage with flesh tearing speed until his groin crashed hard into her pelvic bones.
"AAAaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him. "That's better! Fuck me hard like thatttt!"
When he hit bottom, his balls slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of her ass, and he ground his pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath him, fucking into Marie like she was the last fuck on earth. He pounded into her tight wet cunt with long strokes, and she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him when he drove down deeper and deeper into her hungry belly. She opened and closed her legs around him, moaning and mewing as she worked up and down in a rhythm. Mark's long hard cock beat into her voraciously clenching pussy like a drum beat with ever increasing tempo, and she rolled her head from side to side in wild animal abandon.
Mark fucked his long lust-hardened member into the soft clinging passage, between Sloat's wife's widespread legs, his lust completely taking over his reason. He wanted to make her beg for his cum, make her cry for him to pump his hot seething sperm up into her heated little belly until she exploded from the pressure.
He was leaning over her twisted body,, resting his upper torso on his elbows, and he looked down between their joined bodies to see her desperately clasping cunt pull at his driving cock. The ragged pink flesh at the mouth was elastic tight around his blood-engorged member, and when he shoved deep inside her womb, the flesh rolled inside with his slamming fury. His balls smacked into her buttocks noisily, and he imagined how her tiny anus would look with his finger inside. Marie must have been reading his mind, because she pulled him down onto her bobbing breasts.
"Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream for you, Mark!" Her words were like a command, but Mark reached down under her buttocks as he drove his cock into the hot depths of her pussy. He stretched the cheeks of her buttocks wide with his hands, and then dipped his extended middle finger toward the tiny ring of her anus. Finding it, he probed at the elastic-like flesh for a moment, then thrust forward with the middle finger, feeling the opening yield slightly to his pressure. Suddenly, the nether ring gave way, and his finger slid on up to the first knuckle in the tight heat of her passage. Her body jerked off the blanket to crash into his with a wet slapping sound as the pain of his digital entrance seared through her.
"AAAaaggghhh! It hurts; Oh God, give me more! Shove it in deeper!" He thrust again, his finger jamming down the tight passage to the second knuckle, and she bucked against him.
"Yessss! Oooooohhhh! Give it to meee!" Despite her cries, Mark felt their camping neighbor's wife screwing her buttocks back down on his rigid finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He twisted it in her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her. He could feel his driving cock slamming in and out of her cuntal passage between the thin wall of flesh separating the two passages, and he began to time the thrust of his finger with the pounding rhythm of his cock in her cunt. He was impaling her body with two hard objects, fucking her dual orifices with his cock and finger with more and more intensity. She groaned continually beneath him, and he could feel his cock expanding deep inside her until he thought it would burst from the tremendous pleasure growing in his balls. He knew that he would cum soon, he had to cum or he was going to go out of his mind!
Ramming his prick into her still-harder in time to the tearing thrusts of his finger in her rubbery hot rectum, Mark worked hard to make her cum too. She held him tight, her thighs holding his hips, opening and closing in time to his vicious thrusts, and he knew that she was going to reach her orgasm at any moment. The knowledge spurred him on with his pounding of her groin with his strengthened body.
"Aaagggghhh! Oooohhh! Yessss! Fuck it! Fuck it! That's it, Mark! Fucccckkkkk itttttt." Marie chanted out the obscene words continuously, drawing her breath in and screaming out the long, wailing words again and again as she began to reach the heights she wanted. Suddenly shoving her hips and kicking her legs way back until they were pressing into her breasts, she locked her ankles high up around his back, leaving her loins totally open to his merciless thrusts. Then in a wild uninhibited dance of ecstasy, she squirmed her buttocks beneath him, yelling out of the surge of her orgasm!
"Oooohhh ... Aaaahhhh ... I'mmmmmm ... There ... I'mmmmm cummmmmiiiiinnnnngggg!"
Mark felt the spasms in her belly working hotly around the head of his cock inside as he was held tightly against her, and as if she had been uncorked, warm hot juices cruised heavily from her warm contracting hot cunt, and spilled out in great gushes around the base of his thick cock. She locked herself upon his suddenly-swelling prick, the convulsions in her body triggering the release of his near-bursting balls. Like a wild roller coaster ride at its peak of thrills, his cum traveled from his balls, up the length of his elongated cock, and with a tremendous explosive surge, burst from the purple tip of his penis. Then as if the dam had finally broken, a rush of hot sticky cum flooded into her jerking belly, and her cunt sucked at the spewing column like a milking machine gone mad.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhh! Oaaaaahhhhh!" Marie slammed her liquid soaked pussy hard up against Mark's groin as they rocked together in the heights of mutual ecstasy, and their mixed cum spilled out around the lips of her cunt, gluing their things together in the heated passion of climax. After what seemed like an eternity, in a fantasy world of sexual pleasure, Mark moaned out his last droplet of seminal fluid deep up into her satiated cunt, his body jerking Convulsively with the dying spasms in the girl's belly beneath him. Then his cock began to deflate, and feeling totally exhausted, he rolled slowly off her naked body, his cock pulling from her cunt with a wet whooshing noise. He left a thin string of white sticky fluid along her belly as he fell heavily to the blanket beside her.
Marie was breathing deeply, gasping for air as she slowly came down from the heights of pleasure, and after a long moment, she reached out to touch Mark. "That was wonderful, Mark. Really wonderful. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."
Mark couldn't answer, but he lay on the warm blanket in the sunlight, his eyes closed against the glare. He thought of his own wife sleeping so innocently and peacefully now but the shame wasn't there. He had fucked a real woman, satisfied her and himself, and he felt good and virile. It was like a certain power that he had never known with Ann. In all the time of his marriage, he had only felt a certain inadequacy and frustration, as if there was something wrong with their lovemaking which prevented him from ever knowing her true and deep emotions. Feeling Marie stirring beside him, Mark shaded his eyes to look at her, and saw that she was on all fours, hovering over him. She was staring at his limp cock, glinting with the juices of her orgasm, and there was a smile on her lips.
"Now, about that little thing I promised you before that wonderful fucking," she said, and she leaned down over his belly, her mouth opening to reveal her wet pink tongue. Mark felt a tremor course through his groin as he remembered her promised desire. She wanted to suck him, and she was going to do it right then! He didn't know for sure if he could get another hard-on so soon, but when he saw her tongue running over her soft lips he wasn't unwilling to try.
"Yes, do it!" he groaned, as she dropped her head suddenly and flicked her tongue at the glans opening of his cock. She ran her tongue along the expanse of his prick, down over the wrinkled sac holding his balls, and then back up to the tip where tiny last drops of his cum ran out. She licked it up smiling, as Mark's cock already showed signs of hardening again. She was pleased, and she bent eagerly to her task.
Mark watched closely as Chuck Sloat's wife's lips closed wetly and warmly down over his growing penis, and the sheer excitement of her warm, saliva filled mouth around his cock made the sensations of sexual need return. It was what he wanted, and he was sure that the afternoon was going to be one he wouldn't soon forget.
CHAPTER SIX
Earlier, as Chuck Sloat gunned his little motorcycle down the dirt road, he was smiling. He knew that wife, Marie, already had Mark Jensen primed for the bait, and it was a sure bet that Mark would be fucking her senseless within a matter of minutes. It was working out better than he had expected, and Chuck kept driving down the road until he was sure that the noise of the cycle could no longer be heard from the camp. Then he switched off the motor and rolled to a stop next to a palm tree. Walking the cycle off the dirt road, he leaned it against a tree out of sight, just in case something might happen that he wouldn't want the cycle seen.
Satisfied that the cycle was well hidden, Chuck started walking back in the direction from which he'd come. He knew that he had to circle his camp, but he wanted to get to the Jensen's camp as soon as possible, so he stuck to the road, not cutting then through the foliage until he was close to his own camp. He stayed in the plants until he was just a small distance from the camp, then he cut across the road to approach it from the beach side. He wanted Mark Jensen's young wife to think he had walked directly from his own camp, and when he reached the awning, he called her name before sticking his head through the opening.
"Mrs. Jensen?" Ann was sitting inside the camper when she heard the sound and she was startled to hear a strange voice. She was slightly drunk from the rum she had consumed, and at first she thought she was only hearing things. It came again, and she jumped up quickly, putting down the coffee cup she had been using to drink from before looking outside. She saw Chuck Sloat walking to the campsite, and for an instant, she wanted to hide in the camper. She didn't react fast enough, as he spotted her first.
"How are you feeling? Remember me? I'm Chuck Sloat from over there," he said, waving his arm in the direction of his camp.
"Yes, I know," Ann said, and she thought she had slurred her words. She wondered what Chuck was doing to come over to the camp without Mark, and she stepped down from the camper, almost sliding on shaky legs.
"Easy!" Chuck said, quickly reaching out to catch her swaying figure. He marveled at her sensual body as he caught her in his arms, and he wanted to lay her down on her back and fuck her right then. He had to check himself, knowing that if he played it right, he would have his opportunity with the proud little bitch soon enough. "These campers can be dangerous," he added, releasing Ann when he was sure that she was on her feet once more.
"Thank you, Mr. Sloat. I guess my foot went to sleep. Terribly stupid of me," Ann lied. She was shocked by the near fall, and it helped to clear her head. "I'm all right now, thanks," She walked to the chairs and table Mark had set up, and motioned for Chuck to sit down, too.
"You must excuse my dropping in like this, but I started to run into the town for supplies and ran out of gas. I walked back along the beach, and I figured as long as I was passing by here first, I might as well bring you back with me. That way at least the total effect wouldn't be a failure!" Chuck smiled at the slightly tipsy young woman, hoping that his story sounded convincing. He felt that she was just confused enough to not consider that he would actually pass by his own camp first. He was right in his guess.
"That's nice of you to think of me," Ann said, and she was wondering what reason Mark gave them for her not coming for lunch. She was afraid to say more, for fear that she would put her foot in her mouth. Chuck saved her from having to do that.
"Mark said that you had gotten a little too much sun, but in our experience we found that a short rest in the shade is usually sufficient," Chuck smiled broadly at Ann. "You look just fine to me. I take it you are feeling better now?" he added.
So that's what Mark told them, she mused. She felt relieved that she didn't have to compound some lie, and she nodded her head in answer to his query. "I certainly hope that my absence didn't spoil your wife's lunch. I did so much want to join you, but I have had a terrible headache."
"Nonsense! Everyone stays out in the sun too long when they first get here. It's part of the indoctrination. If you're up to it now, I insist you come over to my camp and have a drink!"
Ann was less nervous than she had thought she would be sitting next to Chuck Sloat, but the tipsy feeling the rum gave her seemed to help. She still didn't really want to go to the Sloat's camp because of the problem she and Mark were having, but she didn't see any way she could say no with Chuck sitting next to her. She knew that he could tell she was all right, so she figured that she would have to go.
"I'm not exactly dressed to go visiting," Ann said, indicating then her tightly clinging bikini, and then she realized she really was less nervous with Chuck. She would never have pointed up her skimpy bikini to a man, especially Chuck, unless she was a little drunk.
"In Hawaii that little cloth makes you almost too formal! You're fine just as you are," Chuck announced, and it took effort for him not to stare at her luscious body. He stood up quickly, wanting to get her going before she changed her mind. "Come on now! We can surprise Marie and your husband. They don't expect me back for at least another hour, and they'll be surprised that I'm bringing you back instead of supplies."
Ann reluctantly stood up from the chair, and she followed Chuck out toward the beach. She knew there was no point in feigning illness, and anyway, she thought by being with Chuck and Marie, Mark might cool off enough to be more reasonable. She had gotten up the courage with liquor to go then to the Sloat's, and after talking with him for just a few moments, Chuck didn't seem at all like a bad guy. And after all, it wasn't any of her business how he and his wife acted together in private, Ann thought. As far as she knew, perhaps many of her friends back home acted much the same way in private. The only real difference was that she had snooped on the Sloats. It was really her own doing that made her reluctant to meet them face to face. Now she was able to go and talk to them both as if she didn't know a thing about them, and for that she was glad she had taken a few drinks and felt so woozy.
They walked silently down the beach together after Chuck had made a comment about the sound of the surf. He was right, Ann thought, it did sound like bacon frying in a pan. She felt it was funny, and began to like Chuck more with each passing second. He had a sense of humor, there was no question about that.
As they neared the camp, Chuck felt a tingling sensation in his groin start up, and he couldn't keep his mind off of Mark Jensen's wife's fantastic young body. He was sure that by the way she held herself so aloof she had never been properly fucked by her husband and he was anxious to be the first one to really initiate her to the pleasures of the flesh. Instead of going for the entrance to the camp, Chuck worked toward the point where he knew they would be, and wondered why Ann tended to move away from him.
It was almost as if it had been the night before, as Ann realized that she was strolling toward the very spot she had been to witness Chuck and Marie fucking. She thought the entrance to the camp was further up the beach, but Chuck kept walking toward that spot, a place that Ann had no desire to see. Yet she could do little else but follow him, as after all it was his camp. He had to know the way in. She guessed he was leading her to the side toward the water.
"They might have gone in swimming, so we should look there first," Chuck said pointing toward the fallen palm tree. He saw Ann's reluctance, so he made up the first excuse that came to mind. It seemed to work as she walked right behind him as he approached the fence. "Sssshhh! Let's surprise them!" Chuck whispered to her, and held up his finger to his mouth in the boyish manner of a prankster. Ann nodded in swift response, thinking it was just another part of Chuck's humor.
When her head cleared, Ann wasn't sure if it had been the voice she heard, or the image that was still swimming in her brain, but the last thing she saw was Mark, her own husband's cock buried deep up in Marie Sloat's mouth! She had fainted from the shock of seeing an almost duplicate image of what she had witnessed from the same spot the night before, only the second time had been her husband and Marie! She had thought she was going crazy, and she heard Marie's words loud and clear. "Now that little thing I promised you before that wonderful fucking!" The words still rang in her ears, especially Mark's response. "Yes, do it!" That's when she fainted, and Ann wasn't sure where she was when she opened her eyes at first, but she did know she was in Chuck's arms.
"Are you all right?" Chuck said sympathetically. He was carrying her back to her own camp, holding her tightly against his chest. He hadn't expected to see her faint when they peered through the palm branches, but he was glad that she hadn't yelled out. That would have spoiled plans, but so far everything was working fine. "Ann? Are you all right?"
"I'm sorry! I must have been seeing things! The sun must be playing tricks on me!" The dazed girl was still a little confused, and she wondered if Chuck was taking her to his camp or somewhere else. Yet, she couldn't get the image out of her mind, and had it been real or not?
"No, you certainly weren't seeing things!" Chuck stated emphatically. He knew he was going to have to act incensed to be convincing and he decided to use Ann fainting as an excuse for not busting it up between Mark and Marie. "That was your husband and my wife, all right! I would have torn them apart if you hadn't fainted when you did." Ann's mind reeled. He was saying it was Mark and Marie! Then she hadn't just been seeing things, but it was all true. Mark had been fucking Chuck's wife, and when they came along, Marie was starting to suck Mark's sperm-covered cock! It just didn't seem real, it just couldn't be real! But oh God, it was! Ann wasn't paying any attention where Chuck was carrying her until she realized that he was strolling toward and inside the camper. He set her down on her bed, then sat down on the edge by her. Only then did it occur to her that Chuck must be furious.
"Are you sure you're all right? You just collapsed in my arms, and I thought I'd better get you away from there before anything worse happened," Chuck was speaking in a low voice as if afraid of disturbing Ann, but he kept a raging look on his face for the sake of his show.
"Yes, yes. I am all right!" her voice choked up, with fear and anger, but she felt calmer once she was in the camper. Chuck was leaning away from the bed, and she didn't know what he was doing until he handed her a glass.
"Here, you'd better drink this." Chuck said after pouring out straight rum from the bottle by the bed. How convenient, he thought, but he wanted to keep the snooty little bitch a little sober too, so she could really feel everything that was going to happen to her, so he only gave her a little bit.
Ann took the glass from him, and she quickly gulped the burning liquid, draining the glass of all rum. It made her feel better. "Thank you, Chuck. I needed that." She hesitated. "I don't know what to say to you ... Oh God, I'm so sorry ... for what Mark has done ... I mean...." Ann shook her head, afraid that Chuck would kill Mark if he had the chance. She was furious at her husband for what he was obviously doing to this man's wife right then, but she didn't want to hurt him, either. Somehow she felt that it was just as much her fault, and that Chuck could take his anger out on her just as well as Mark.
"Please, how were we to know we would discover them like that! Believe me, I know exactly how you feel, and if I didn't know my wife, I would be the first to blame her. I'm glad you fainted, because if you hadn't, I probably would have killed them both. That little indiscretion is certainly not worth the death penalty, at least now that I'm sitting here," Chuck was talking fast, and he didn't want to waste much time in getting to Ann. Looking at her fantastic, almost naked, body on the bed beside him was enough to drive him to drink. Her bikini top had slipped slightly down, and he could see the milky white flesh of her full rounded breasts. He wanted to pull her bikini off, and gobble her nipples into his mouth, then fuck her until she screamed for him to cum up inside her. "It's such a good thing we have the opportunity to put all this into some sort of perspective."
Ann looked at Chuck closely, and she felt greatly relieved that he was calmed down. He wasn't angry with her after all, and that made her feel all the worse. "I just can't believe my husband would do...." she caught the words in her mouth. He wouldn't do such a thing? Of course he would, she had just seen it! Maybe that little activity with Marie Sloat wasn't the first either? Ann found herself getting angry, and she suddenly wanted to get back at Mark. She wanted to make him suffer like he had her. His sexual activities had put her in the position of explaining him to the cheated husband, and Ann didn't like that job. Why should she be responsible?
"Don't worry, we'll make them pay for it," Chuck said as if he was reading the offended wife's mind. He could see the mounting anger in her eyes, and he wanted to keep it there, at least until his own cock was driving into her tender young cunt.
"Yes, Ann thought, Mark must pay for embarrassing her, cheating on her, she didn't know what all, but she wanted to get back. And in the back of her mind she knew that there was only one way. It was a way that she didn't want to face, but she knew that she could get at Mark by letting Marie Sloat's husband have his way with her. Ann shook her head back and forth on the bed, trying to keep the lewd image of what she knew she wanted to do out of her mind. It wasn't right, and she didn't think she could go through with it in spite of her desire to get back at Mark.
Then she thought how Mark had tried to make her suck on his cock, and because it had repulsed her, he had his neighbor's wife do it for him. "Oh God!" Ann moaned out loud, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, surprised at her outburst.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Chuck said in a forced low voice. He was moving his hand toward Ann's reclining body as he spoke, and he was determined to have her now even if he had to rape the shit out of her. He hoped that she would agree with him, but he didn't think he was able to wait. His cock was twitching to worm its way deep up into her tight little cunt. "Turnabout is fair play! Don't you agree?"
Ann didn't know what had come over her, but she instantly opened her mouth and the words came out. "Yes, turnabout is fair play!" Her voice came back to her own ears like it belonged to someone else, but she knew that she had said it nonetheless. She wanted to hurt Mark like he had hurt her, and if it meant committing adultery with another man, then she was going to do it. The rush of rum to her empty belly had made her mind blur with excitement, and she felt like she was totally detached from the woman's body lying on the bed next to Chuck. He was leaning over, his mouth open and sweet, and it made contact with her mouth, the tongue inside leaping out to touch the roof of her mouth. Yes, that was what she wanted, to watch as her own body was fucked by another man, a man who was a complete stranger until a few moments before. She would have his cum hot and swirling deep around inside her cunt, as Mark's cum was even now swirling around lewdly inside this man's wife's cunt, and it would serve Mark right.
"Fuck me, Chuck! I want you to fuck me!" Ann heard herself say after she twisted her mouth from his. His response was immediate, like he had just been waiting for the command, as he slowly peeled her bikini down over her lush rounded hips and from her body and she lay before him completely naked. For the first time in her life she didn't feel embarrassed as she had expected to, and she marveled at the way she was able to observe him.
Feeling his cock lurch into a full erection at the sight of his neighbor's wife's naked body, Chuck hurriedly reached down to pull his tight trunks from his hips. His blood-filled cock sprang out from the confines of his shorts like a giant antenna being raised, and he tore at his shirt to have his body completely free from restraint. He was going to have young Mrs. Jensen like she had never known a man before.
The sight of Chuck's huge cock again made Ann drop further into the strange separate world. It was looking bigger than it had the night before when it was skewering into Marie's rectal mouth and now it was headed for her body. She was detached from it, and yet she knew that all was happening to her body. Her vagina was on fire, and she thought that her lubricating fluid was slushing out between the soft pink lips and running down her thighs. She knew that she was going to look down between their bodies and witness her own fucking, and in spite of her hesitation, it excited her tremendously. Chuck pushed her legs out wide, then doubled them back until her knees were practically smashing into her breasts. Her cunt was open and totally exposed to his gaze, and the look in his eyes showed that he approved of all he saw.
"I'm going to lick that delicious cunt of yours. I'm going to bite it, and drive my tongue inside until you cum and cum and cum. And you're going to suck my cock, just like my wife was doing to your husband!"
Ann was both repulsed and excited by the vile language that Chuck yelled at her. He was spelling out his demands, and they were more than she had bargained for. Yet, she was so detached from the action she was involved in physically, that she felt a mesmerized pleasure sweep through her body. He was going to take her body on some sexual journey into ecstatic heavens. It was like an enactment of her previous experience in the same bed, only Chuck was definitely going to be more demanding.
Leaning across her body, Chuck took the pink top of her breast in his mouth, and his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh sending a vibrant thrill flashing through her body. She was aroused like never before, and she hung on each sensation as his mouth covered her every part with hot searing kisses. Then after a moment, his lips were pressing near the soft curling triangle of her pubic hair. She was suspended in that instant of time, that moment of anticipation for the pleasure that she knew would come when his mouth pressed wetly into the soft folds of her pussy.
"Yes, Chuck. Kiss my pussy. Put your tongue inside my cunt! Now!" she demanded, not really recognizing the tone of her own voice. It was another person speaking in her mind, but she screamed out loud when he suddenly slithered his tongue wetly between the folds of her cunt, making direct contact with the hardened bud of her clitoris. "AAAaaaaggghhhh! Oooohhh! Yyeeesss!" Ann hissed out her helpless pleasure at the electric connection of tongue and clit, and the rippling pleasure continued when his teeth closed on the sensitive nerve nib. Her hands instinctively reached out for his hair, and she wrapped the strands around her fingers to pull his head tightly to her wide open loins. It was good! It was too good! She had never felt anything as good as Chuck's sucking mouth on her cunt, and she wanted more and more.
Chuck sucked the miniature phallus-like clit into the top of his mouth, his teeth holding it tight while his tongue worked around and around, stroking it wetly in continuous circles. She was grinding her hips, into the mattress as of directed by his tongue, and he ran his hands up over her belly to cup and squeeze her full, firm tits, almost brutally. She reacted by moaning loudly, her hands pulling his face harder into her widespread cuntal split, and his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to echo through the entire space of the camper. Her head began to flail in complete abandon from side to side, and Chuck opened his mouth yet wide, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her steaming vagina. His tongue dashed across the tight elastic opening to her innermost being, teasing her until she screamed for it inside. He held back for only another instant, then viciously he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, driving his hot, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole. A stream of unintelligible obscenities eked from deep in her throat as he swirled and flicked his tongue around in the velvety interior of the throbbing soft cunt lips. He moved his hands up to the bend in her knees, and he pushed her legs back until they were practically touching her shoulders, leaving her entire vaginal plane naked and abandoned to his churning face. Then he cupped her buttocks in both hands as he drove his tongue, deep into the searing liquid depths of her burning cunt.
Ann's animal-like cries rebounded around the confines of the camper. It was great! She had never known such pleasure existed in oral fucking, and she ground her buttocks in the pounding rhythm his tongue beat in her hungry pussy. The thrills running through her body had taken over the command of her thoughts, and her head was filled with dizzying pictures of the sex acts she had witnessed in less than one day. Suddenly they were important! A new meaning of sexual involvement was taking shape in her inner mind, and it was raw, hungry and sensational.
"Oh, God! Fuck it! Please fuck it!" Ann chanted as the wet tongue bore into her gaping passage. It was pure physical enchantment, and she wanted more and more of all Chuck offered. His tongue was working in a fever pitch, her buttocks jerking beneath each thrilling stab into her flaming cuntal passage, and then, he pulled the wet pink instrument out, moving it instantly downward to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus. For a moment Ann felt defeated, neglected by the pleasure giving tongue, but than Chuck struck out like a hot snake after forbidden prey, his tongue lashing into the tiny clenched hole with a lighted liquid fire of passion. "OOOOHHHHHHH!" the helplessly squirming woman screamed as the sensation of contact with her overly sensitive anus sent chills of liquid lightning up her spine. Sensations smashed into her brain with the intensity of a bursting dam, and his damp, stabbing tongue entered the restricted passage. Her body shook uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault, and spasms rippled furiously with torrent and torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of her.
She was ready for him, Chuck was sure of that, but he still licked and sucked and drove his tongue into the working little asshole, knowing that she was ready for anything he might demand. His cock felt like it was ten miles long, the pressure of his excited blood filling it with swirling passion until it seemed like it would explode. He wanted to shove it into her warm throat, make her take it all the way in her oral cavity then until it was rammed to her jerking belly. He would make her cum with his mouth, as he would cum into her mouth, then and only then would he fuck her like she had never known what fucking was before.
Driving his tongue harder and harder into the anal passage until he thought she would scream, Chuck suddenly pulled his tongue free, and in a quick twisting move on the bed, he positioned his throbbing erect penis next to Mark Jensen's wife's warm mouth. He held his tongue poised over the saliva-soaked down of her vagina, its tip resting teasingly at the opening of her burning cunt.
"Suck it! Suck my cock until it fills you up with my hot cum!" Chuck commanded with a slight smile, and then confident with himself that he would be obeyed, he plunged his tongue deep into the depths of her liquid cunt again.
Ann's brain was reeling from the tongue lashing of her virgin anus, and when she heard the demands Chuck made, she was lost to the passion in her womb. She wanted to take his cock down her throat, to have him pump her whole belly full of his cum, and she opened her eyes to find the throbbing giant wherever it was. Letting out a cry of delight when his tongue again plunged into her cunt, Ann frantically grabbed his huge member with her hand, and twisting her head toward it, she hesitantly at first flicked out her tongue at the semen dripping from the dilated tip. The rubbery flesh of the thick purple head jerked to the touch her tongue gave it, and it gave her a sudden sense of power, a feeling that she too could offer great pleasure in return for the pleasure she was getting. Letting the building spasms in her belly grow as his tongue in her cunt worked with greater intensity, Ann rolled her own tongue out more freely now at the blood-filled member, licking it with warm saliva like she would a delicious all day sucker. She used the tip of her tongue like a whip, lashing out at the sensitive head to make it jerk in response. Then, laying out her tongue like a platter on the underside of the excitedly quivering cock, she ovaled her lips wide and swallowed the purple head inside. Chuck flung his hips forward as the huge throbbing tip filled the warm wet cavern of her virginal mouth, and suddenly she felt like her throat was being pushed down to her belly. Fighting the gagging effect, she closed her mouth slightly around the swollen member, clamping her teeth down hard, and she licked and rolled her tongue around as best she could in her completely-filled mouth. Jerking her head back she left white streaks along the huge cock from the force of her teeth pushing the blood from the surface, and she sucked back on it until she was ready to take more of it inside. The pungent odor and taste of his seminal fluids filled her nostrils and mouth, and it excited her into savagely plunging her head down the long, hard column, wanting now to have his cum flooding deep into her throat.
Chuck thought her mouth was like butter as his cock sank into the warm liquid depths nearly its full length, and her teeth biting on it made his balls stir with the need to release his churning sperm. He had his face pressed tightly into the slick narrow passage as Ann writhed and squirmed beneath it. She was near climax, he was sure, and he worked his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her sucking mouth as his own excitement reached the same pinnacle.
Becoming adjusted to the thick cudgel ramming in and out of her wide open mouth, Ann set about making it shoot off, as she couldn't control anything in her own body much longer. Reaching her hand up between the taut hairy thighs in front of her face, she cupped the twin sacs in the warmth of her palms, massaging their prize. Her lips were grotesquely distended and ovaled by the huge presence of his cock, and as she took it inside the swirling depths of her mouth, her lips folded inward with it. She ran her tongue around the bulbous head as fast as she possibly could, teasing and stroking and whipping it into final explosive submission. It seemed to swell up larger with each dip of her head, the blood-red thickness of the column growing and throbbing as it went deeper and deeper into her gasping throat. She squeezed his balls with her hand, begging and pleading silently for the hot sticky cum they held, while her own belly seemed to take flight into an ecstasy that she had never known in her life to be possible. Her head continued bobbing up and down the giant cock at a faster and faster pace, while she was grinding her crotch up into Chuck's lusting face and 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 hand wrapped tightly around the stump, mashing the pubic hair against his groin as she sucked with all the urgency of the mounting passion in her lusting belly.
She was near! She was near the point of total orgasm, and Chuck drove his tongue deep, deep into the hot clasping depths of her cunt. Then, its warm wet walls contracted suddenly around his distended tongue, and Ann moaned from way down in the pit of her throat as her belly rolled with one tremendous spasm of erupting delight. She shoved her cunt up hard against his face and tongue, when her juices ran hotly up her passion-wracked cunt. She was cumming!
A deep, almost inhuman scream echoed from somewhere in her muffled throat as her entire body was launched on the momental ride to sexual heaven. Every muscle, every nerve, and fiber of her exploded body was sensitive to a fantastically overwhelming sensation that tore through her. It was a soaring, bursting, fireworks above and below her, and all around, as the screaming release flooded her cuntal passage with hot gurgling liquid. Marie Sloat's husband sucked and licked at Ann's hotly soaked vagina like a mad, starving animal after food, and his cock swelled up to tremendous size as he pushed down deeply in her open throat. Her mouth closed tightly around the hard thick member, and her hand was automatically pumping around 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 cock, and blasted out from the huge purple tip like a cannon salvo.
The sudden tremendous blast deep in her throat almost caught Ann unaware, and she suddenly felt like her mouth was being filled with spurting liquid from a giant unending pump. Opening her throat and swallowing as fast as she could, she again tasted the 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 never-ending stream. It was like warm icing on a cake, as the realization of his climax hit her, and it again sent her belly into tremendous spasms of joy. She didn't think anything could be so great a sensation, and she lapped at the spewing rod, licking and pulling in all of the hot delicious cum to gulp it thirstily down into her belly. It was the fruit of sexual fantasies and realities, and it was the food she had been waiting so long to have.
The happy thrill of climaxing into the warm oral cavity of the sensual woman was more than he had expected, and Chuck thought he would never stop cumming, it was so great. He continued lapping at the hot liquid that spilled out of Mark Jensen's wife's cunt around his tongue, and he couldn't keep up with the heated passionate outflow. It ran wetly down the widespread crevice of her buttocks, bathing and clinging to her puckered anus before trickling in tiny droplets down onto the mattress below. Then at long last, her cumming was over, and she dropped her head back, the still remaining drops of his cum stickily clinging to her wet lips. Ann ran her tongue around picking up the drops of remaining sperm that clung to the huge penis, while at the time gasping from the breathtaking thrill of her own climax.
Chuck slowly lifted his face from between her widespread thighs, a satisfied grin spread across his wet, glistening mouth. He saw a thin thread of his cum still connecting Ann Jensen's mouth with his cock, and he wanted to laugh at the change that he saw in her eyes. They were wide open, yet they looked glazed over with a newly-discovered passion, and he knew that she was still ready for more of the same.
"You like it?" Chuck asked sarcastically. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"Oh ... God!" Ann moaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "It ... it was beautiful Chuck!" For the moment at least, her own husband was pushed back in her mind as she was remembering that Chuck had said he would fuck her too ... And she fully intended to see that his promise did not go unfulfilled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marie was lost in thought as she swirled her tongue around the stiffened cock, tracing a line of sensation giving cock flesh that had fucked into her open cunt only a few short moments before. She had to laugh at how everything had worked out that afternoon, as it had gone just as Chuck had predicted it would. At least everything was normal at her end of the plan. She felt fairly confident that Chuck would hold up his part, that he would be successful in getting Mark's wife in bed. As for her part, it had been easy and pleasant, and she was glad for the opportunity to get a little strange cock for a change. Mark had proved to be damn good with his cock, almost as good as Chuck, and she was really pleased with the way he fucked her with such wild abandon. She was going to make him cum in her mouth now, an idea that sounded particularly appealing since she was fully expecting that she was being observed by Chuck and Mark's wife, Ann. She figured that she at least had been observed at some point, and it made the sexual contact with Mark that much more exciting to know that someone else was watching her.
It amazed her how quickly Mark had responded to her oral manipulations of his cock, and she began to gently stroke and caress his balls with her hand. She worked her long fingers around the thin flesh covered sac, running them up between his thighs, and lightly digging her nails into the hardened base of his penis. She left tiny lines like trails in his skin as she probed her fingers over and around his pubic hair covered groin. Mark was responding nicely to her fingers, and she lowered her face until her mouth was hovering over the tip of his swollen penis. She wanted to go very slow and easy both because she enjoyed it and to leave plenty of time for her own husband to have his way with Ann Jensen. She was sure by the way Mark responded to her licking of his cock that his own wife had never given him such pleasure of using her mouth on him the way she would her cunt, and it pleased her to be giving him the pleasure his wife had denied him. It was like exploring new territory, and she made up her mind that she would give him far more than he expected.
Feeling the sensation of Marie's hot breath on the head of his hardened penis, Mark was feeling the pressure building up in his balls again. She really knew how to please a man, he thought, and he was not able to put Ann's refusal to suck him out of his mind. It was just too difficult for him to understand why his own wife had always been reluctant to try anything except the standard position of lovemaking. There were such pleasures that could be had between them, if only....
Marie's mouth closing around the throbbing head of his penis sent flashing sensations around through his groin, and Mark arched his hips up to feel more of her warm wet lips locked tightly around his newly aroused cock. She really knew how to suck a cock, there was no doubt about that! Her tongue was like an additional finger massaging all the sensitive parts of his groin, and the pleasure she was giving him was distracting him from anything but her talented action. She was kneeling on the blanket, her body bent over his hard cock while her full, rounded breasts swayed back and forth. Only the head of his penis was in her mouth, and her teeth nipped at the tip, sending more electric shocks through his hard shaft. What was also compounding the pleasure was the manipulations of her fingers, massaging his balls, then jumping down between his thighs while her other hand smoothly stroked the long blood-engorged column. It was wonderful, she was great, and when she lowered her head to take in more of his penis, he felt a new sensation deep within his groin.
Marie felt the sensation in her vagina reignite, and she wanted to have Mark's cum in her mouth right away. She could feel the fluid between her thighs flowing from her cuntal passage, and it felt good with the cum that Ann's husband had already gushed into her. The passion in her body hadn't died down but instead it had paused to let her get his cock erect again. Once it was hard she no longer could concentrate on anything but the pleasure her body demanded. She felt like she would reach an orgasm again if Mark just touched his tongue to her cunt, and inched her legs up to his face without raising her hot enveloping mouth from his cock. Lifting up on her knees from the blanket, she turned upside down over him and lowered it so that Mark's head was between her thighs, and her naked pussy was presented to him to do as he willed. She knew that he would suck her, and his cock jerked excitedly in her mouth as she positioned herself, but for more encouragement, she decided to extend her zone of operation.
Staring up at the pink, cum-soaked pussy, Mark saw the glistening drops of moisture matting down the fuzzy blondish hair that lined the softly pulsating lips. His blood started pounding faster through his body as he realized that Marie was serving her cunt up to him, and he raised his head off the pillow to probe at it with his tongue. He felt sure he would be climaxing very soon for the second time that day, and he wanted to have Marie cum when he did. He was distracted from his efforts for a moment, however, by the stirring sensation that dashed through his body to his brain.
Extending her middle finger like a pointer, Marie worked it down under Mark's balls until she felt the narrow crevice formed by the buttocks. Then running her finger along the ridge of the valley, she stopped when she felt she was at the right spot, and with a twist of her hand, she pushed the long finger toward his anus. When she touched the sensitive hole, she bit down on his cock at the same instant, and Mark kicked his legs out from the jolting throb. She worked her finger around, poking and probing at the tiny hole, and sending wild bursts of pleasure coursing through his body. At the same time she sucked with more speed on the throbbing penis swelling up larger in her liquid mouth, and she held off driving her finger into his asshole until she too was ready for the sensation. Wriggling her buttocks back and forth, she signaled Mark to continue his tonguing of her hungry cunt.
After the initial shocking sensation of Marie's finger pressing into his anus, Mark went back to working on her soaking wet cunt. Shoving his face up tightly to the soft folds, he didn't waste any time in flicking his tongue up inside the slick tunnel of her dilated pussy. The taste of the excitedly secreting fluids only made him more entranced with the passionate woman who hovered over him, and he drove his tongue in and out with renewed urgency.
The quick sensations churning in her belly and loins made Marie suddenly wild with frenzy, and she felt herself moving toward a crashing climax at breakneck speed. She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, and with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his own mighty orgasm. She had to taste his semen, to suck him so dry to the balls! Screwing her finger around the tight opening between his buttocks cheeks, Marie jammed her middle finger into the narrow hot passage, and twisting it back and forth, she stirred up renewed degrees of excitement in Mark. His tongue seemed to unravel to tremendous length in her cunt, then pulling back like a lapping dog in heated strokes.
Mark could feel his swollen member flow along the inner roof of the strange mouth, and a moan began to build deep in his chest. Marie's finger shoved up inside his asshole was like a trigger releasing a fast-moving sensation that led straight to his balls and the tip of his cock. He breathed hard, the cheeks of her ass clenching and then relaxing in front of his face. Her cunt flowered open wider, her secretions running down her legs and his chin while he ran his saliva around her stretched vaginal hole. He sucked and licked while she swayed her ass around his face, almost out of control.
"Oh, I'm going to cum!" Marie groaned wildly as she sucked harder on the throbbing sleek cock in her mouth. She clenched him viciously with her soft warm thighs, snaked her heels against his shoulders, and rubbed her palpitating pussy against his face. His tongue seared her cunt hole, the cords of her muscles pulled out all along her body, and she pulled savagely on his penis with ever-increasing strength.
She stiffened, and Mark heard her cry aloud, "AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH! I'm ... I'm going to...!"
Her whole being seemed to explode over his face and he could no longer contain his own climax. He felt the exhilarating rush of hot semen churning from his balls. It was crazy, wild, and she began to twist and wrench herself wantonly, her teeth biting his cock like she was trying to chew it off as he continued to pillage her loins. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back and bucked wildly, her body shaking uncontrollably. Torrents of lubricating liquid spread its sticky warmth down over his face and cheeks, until finally she grunted out the last of her orgasm, her muscles still heaving spasmodically. He could still hear her in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust deep over his cock. She took the entire length of his cock in her mouth as the first rain of his molten sperm volcanoed up into her throat.
Marie bobbed her head furiously over his jerking shaft as she sucked his hot shooting jets of semen hungrily, her mouth salivating as though his cum was a delicacy served in grand style, and she felt him jerk and groan under her as she rammed his penis still deeper in her throat. His cock continued the pulsating spasms of his ejaculation, the explosion of his searing hot semen drenching her gullet. Marie groaned as she sucked, and her Adam's apple jumped rapidly up and down in its fevered attempt to control the gushing stream which squirted hotly into her belly. She closed her lips like a tight elastic ring around the humping penis so as to not lose one precious drop, and she twisted her tongue around the throbbing head to make room for the seemingly unendingly hot torrent, until she thought his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to greater efforts, and then with one final last burst, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth. She waited for a moment, hoping for more, and then lifting her head, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking sound. She turned and looked at him, who grinned contentedly in return.
Mark lay on the blanket in the sunlight, rejoicing in the warmth, while Marie dutifully licked the remaining semen from his deflated cock. Then she stretched out on the blanket beside him, her full breasts pressing into his side. She purred contentedly for several minutes without speaking, her thoughts not yet able to come back into focus. It was several moments before she noticed how low the sun had gotten, and only then did she remember that a plan had to be carried out. It had to be time for Mark to leave, she thought, and sat up suddenly, looking at him as though frightened.
"Chuck should be back any minute!" she exclaimed loudly, and Mark sat up too, looking furtively around the area. It was as if he had just realized that he had just been fucking another man's wife, and the fact hit him with such impact that he fully expected to see Chuck standing beside them. After the initial panic was over, Mark put his thoughts back together.
"That was nice, Marie ... real nice! I hope it was as pleasant for you," Mark said calmly. He looked at Marie for a response, and her expression softened. "Yes, it was. If you would like to get together some other time, well I would find it hard to say no!" Marie meant what she said, and she was fully expecting that a return visit would be paid, probably sooner than Mark knew. Of course, all that depended on how Chuck was making out with Mark's wife.
Mark got up slowly as he felt there was no reason to hurry. If Chuck was returning, Mark figured he would hear the cycle in plenty of time to pull on his swimming suit and appear like he had just been in swimming. There was no rush, and he wanted to hang around for a reason. He liked looking at Marie's naked body in the sunlight, and anyway, he didn't relish the idea of going back to his own camp to face Ann. She was there alone as far as he was concerned, and he knew that he would feel guilty once he faced her. He wondered if he could keep his indiscretion hidden, or if his young wife would see right through him and know what he had done. He wasn't anxious to find out, at any rate, so he took his time putting his shorts back on. "You'd better hurry now," Marie said quietly, as she was afraid she had already "kept" Mark too long. She didn't want to mess up the plan at that point, as she was hoping to have more of him during their vacation.
"Yes, you're right!" Mark replied, and he started to go without turning around. "Oh," Mark said, turning back to her. "Thanks for the delicious lunch."
"Don't thank me! Thank you for the dessert!" Marie answered and she lay back on the blanket waiting for Chuck to return.
* * *
"Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh!" young Ann Jensen chanted out her ecstasy as the huge hardened cock of their beach neighbor pounded deep inside her soaked vagina. Chuck Sloat was driving his lust-hardened cock in and out like an insane bull, his balls slapping into her upturned buttocks with a loud noise. She was reaching an ecstasy she had never known in fucking, and her belly was jerking and rolling under the crashing man on top of her.
His cock felt better than she had imagined it would, and she knew that she would climax any second, when suddenly she felt an exhilarating sensation accelerate throughout her entire body.
"Oooohhh! Ooooh God! I'MMMMMM CUM-MMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!" Throwing her legs out as wide as she possibly was able, Ann ground her hips up with all her available strength, taking the whole length of Chuck's giant penis far, far up into her erupting womb. The sticky juices of her orgasm flooded out around her pulsating cunt lips to mat down his pubic hair pressed tightly to her loins, and then when she thought she could not reach a higher plateau of pleasure, Chuck's cock exploded with its own cum.
"UUUUGGGGHHH! AAAAGGGGHHH!" it was pure heaven, and Ann felt the sensation of his stabbing thrusts of semen smashing against the pit of her belly until she thought it would pierce her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, holding him against her body as the sensations in her climax rippled through her body with even greater spasm. His huge penis seemed to endlessly pump out mammoth gobs of hot sticky cum into her vagina, the continuing stream filling her womb with a pleasurable fullness. Her cunt contracted again and again, the walls of her satiated pussy spilling out the mixture of this fluid around the thick base of the throbbing cock, and it ran down the crevice of her buttocks, sensuously clinging to her puckered anus, then gathering the weight to drop heavily to the mattress below. Finally with one last spasm of hot liquid, Chuck collapsed on top of her still shaking body, his fluid and energy spent.
Ann held him tightly with her arms and thighs while waiting for every last sensation to travel over the excited nerve ends in her body, until the tiniest spasm had died away to nothing. She whimpered her gratified pleasure while trying to catch her breath by gulping in huge amounts of air, and then she moaned when Chuck suddenly rolled away from her. His cock, covered with white sticky fluid, pulled from her vagina with a slight wet sucking sound, and she felt disappointed by its departure. But before she could even sigh a protest, Chuck was on his feet beside the camper bed and pulling on his shorts.
"Sorry, baby, but I've got to go. It was nice having you, and it certainly made up for seeing your husband with my wife!" Chuck was being facetious, but the comment was lost on Ann who was still in another world of new discoveries. She hadn't even thought about seeing Mark being sucked by Marie since Chuck first took his pants off, it was the sexual revelations that she was thinking about, and it took a moment before she realized what Chuck said. Then the guilt hit her like a blow to the jaw, and she turned away from him.
Chuck looked down at the nude backside of Mark Jensen's wife, and he couldn't help staring for a long moment at the sheer sexiness she exuded even from that viewpoint. He hoped she would stay just as she was, lying on a bed with his cum still seeping from her sweet pussy. It would be quite a picture for Mark to see. Turning to go out of the camper, Chuck grabbed his shirt, and holding it in hand he stepped outside just as Mark entered the campsite from the beach side.
Seeing Chuck walking out of his camper with his shirt off surprised Mark but the real significance didn't occur to him for a moment. He was mostly curious as to why Chuck wasn't in town shopping, and at the same time wondering why he hadn't heard the motorcycle return.
"Chuck! What the hell are you doing here?" Mark said as he neared Chuck. Chuck was holding his shirt out in front like a pointer, and he waved it back over his shoulder toward the camper he had just stepped down from.
"Just getting your wife ready for you, old man!" Chuck answered matter-of-factly. "She's primed and ready, and really quite good!"
Mark wasn't sure what he was talking about, as it sounded to him like Chuck had just repaired the truck. Chuck was smiling broadly, and he patted Mark on the shoulder in a buddy-buddy gesture. Mark still didn't quite understand the significance of Chuck's statement, and he shrugged his shoulders.
"I suggest you fuck her in her ass! I, at least, left that virginal for you, and I think she's ready for it!" Chuck's words hit Mark like a tornado, the whirlwind of thinking speeding through his mind as the picture became clear. He jumped past Chuck to look inside the camper, and seeing his wife sitting naked on the bed made it all jell in his mind. "You fucking goddamn whore!" he screamed at his young wife. "You dirty slut! Fucking with another man while I'm away! Whorebitch!"
Ann had sat up at the sound of the conversation, but she was shocked to see Mark standing at the door to the camper, nonetheless. Her legs were still wide apart, the semen Chuck had gushed up inside her belly, trickled lewdly from the pink mouth of her cunt to stain the mattress below. Instantly her hand went up to her mouth, choking back a terrible cry as she realized she had been caught. Shame and horrifying guilt came to her then, came to her more than she knew possible, and she nervously grabbed for some garment to cover her body.
"Sonofabitch!" Mark yelled, turning to Chuck. "I ought to kill you! I ought to cut your throat for fucking my wife!" Mark was red with fury, and he started moving toward Chuck, who backed away easily, his smile still on his face.
"Take it easy, Mark. Try to calm down, huh?" Chuck stopped backing away, and it stopped Mark like an invisible barrier had been placed between them.
"Calm down? Who the fuck do you think you're telling to calm down? I just caught you fucking my wife, and you say calm down?!!" Mark was confused by Chuck's total casualness, but he was shaking violently, just the same.
"I told you I was fucking your wife, old man! But, you haven't said anything about fucking MY wife, now, have you?" Chuck retorted, and he started laughing when he saw Mark's expression change.
Mark choked on more hot words before they came out as he realized that he and Marie had been observed on the beach. Chuck must have seen him on the beach fucking Marie! "You mean you raped my wife?" Mark exclaimed, his brain visualizing Chuck getting furious and stomping over to rape Ann out of vengeance.
"Not exactly! She was a little upset with what you were doing, too! We decided that turnabout was fair play!" It didn't quite make sense to Mark, and he sputtered trying to find the right question for Chuck. There was something he didn't know, but it was all to apparent that something else had happened before any of the sex. As if in answer to his thoughts, Chuck said, "We planned it, old man! That's right, we planned it. I think it might just have done you some good, too!"
Suddenly the full realization of what all had happened hit Mark, Marie, Chuck, they both planned the whole thing. "You ... you bastard!" Mark screamed. "Think about it, Mark. Didn't you enjoy yourself this afternoon? Be honest, think it over. Remember this is the twentieth century, old boy! This sort of thing goes on all the time, only usually both parties are willingly involved," Chuck added smiling. "It's called swinging!"
Ann listened from inside the camper in a dazed state of acceptance until she heard what Chuck was saying. Suddenly she felt confused, so much had happened in such a short time that it almost seemed unreal. And yet, she had just been fucked half senseless by a man she hardly knew, and worst of all, she had enjoyed it, all of it! Chuck had created a lie so he could seduce her, and she knew she should hate him for it. But she couldn't! For that she felt even more guilty than she had before.
Mark was shaking violently, still trying to put it all together in his head. Chuck was too calm, and what he was saying didn't jive with everything he had always felt. He couldn't think with Chuck standing there in front of him smiling. He just couldn't think!
"You'd better go," Mark said, trying to keep his voice on an even tone. "Go before I do something I'll be sorry for ... "
"Okay. I was leaving anyway. Marie and I will be over at the camp if you need anything," Chuck stated casually and he turned on his heels and left.
Mark stood outside the camper for several minutes, and he didn't move in any direction while he was trying to find words, answers, explanations, it didn't matter. Suddenly he felt like he had to resolve the one thing that was most important to him. He had to settle his relationship with Ann, to find out if they ever had been right for one another. He turned toward the camper, then practically leaping off his feet, he was inside. Ann was still sitting dejectedly on the bed, and she had her hands over her sensual tear streaked face. Reaching out, Mark pulled her hands away to look her straight in the eyes, and he saw a guilt-filled expression of humbled sorrow. She was taking the blame for it all, yet he had been cheating too. Mark didn't understand why, but he was reminded of Chuck's comments when he first saw him standing outside the camper. "Fuck her up the ass," he had said, and Mark wanted to do just that. All of the incidents of the day had left only a spark of rage in his mind, but it was enough to incite him to do the one thing he knew would tell him about his wife. It was the only way he would know if there was anything left of their marriage. Suddenly his cock was straining to get free of his shorts, to get free to drive hard into Ann's tight virgin rectum.
Moving quickly, Mark pulled his trunks off and was on the bed next to her. Without saying anything, he grabbed and twisted her around so that her buttocks were to him. The pitifully cringing Ann screamed out of fright more than anything else, fully expecting Mark to beat her up. She was afraid, but she wanted Mark to hit her, do something that would absolve her of having been such a fool in the past. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" Mark announced coolly, and he pushed his wife's head down into the bed while raising her buttocks to him. She was up on her knees her buttocks waving helplessly in the air behind her, and the words rang in her ears. That was the answer! That would be her punishment! She wanted him to hurt her like that!
"Yes, yes! Hurt me, Mark! Fuck me in the ass! Punish me like that, darling!" she cried, and she reached her hands back to pull the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks teasingly apart with both hands as she had seen Marie Sloat doing it for her husband last night. She was trembling with fear, knowing that his huge cock boring into her anus might tear her apart, but she wanted it, she wanted to have him fuck her there regardless of the consequences.
Mark was mad with a lust he had never known as he watched his young, heretofore uncooperative wife, provocatively spread the cheeks of her white buttocks wide apart to reveal her tiny puckered virgin anus. It looked as though it was throbbing to have his cock in it, and it excited him to such a frenzy that he thought he would cum before he got his hard cock near. His blood raced through his body like it had been released from the tensions of his discovery, and his cock grew even more to a size that looked impossible. Without hesitating, he pointed his forefinger at the tiny hole, and placing the tip against the pink flesh, he thrust deep inside her.
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Ann groaned from deep in her chest at the pain of his finger's sudden entry, but the sensation that followed as he worked his finger around in the warm rubbery depths of her rectum brought on new excitement. Her belly jerked at the prospect of being fucked like she had seen Marie fucked the night before, and she remembered how Marie had so wantonly squirmed her buttocks back against Chuck's driving cock. She began to whimper with desire as the hotly building sensations raced up her spine to her brain, and she slowly and hesitantly rotated her buttocks back against Mark's finger. She was still considering the pain that would come when her husband's hardened cock slammed into her there, but for the moment, she enjoyed the growing urgency building inside her womb. Her juices began to flow again, still mingled with Chuck Sloat's cum that he had shot into her pussy.
Staring at his finger as it disappeared and reappeared in the hot rubbery opening, Mark felt such a growing excitement in his loins that he couldn't wait another second. He was anxious to have his cock in her anus, and he pulled his digit from the tight opening with a softly popping noise. His cock was blood-red, the thick tip throbbing as he leaned forward on his knees. Using both hands, he dug his fingers into her soft resilient flesh, and spreading her buttock cheeks wide, he arched his hips until the swollen purple head of his penis made contact with the tiny elastic ring. He was going to drive his cock into the defenseless hole if it meant splitting her in half.
Ann knew that the forgiving pain was going to come at any moment, and her heart pounded wildly with fear. She could feel the bulbous head of Mark's prick resting at her asshole, and she knew that she was going to be hopelessly skewered by the pole. She kept telling herself that she didn't care, that she wanted to be hurt, that it was going to make her cum like she never had before.
Pushing steadily forward, Mark felt the resistance of the tiny anus against his unnatural assault, but he pressed harder and harder, feeling his cum stirring crazily in his balls. It felt tight, but then as if by magic, the hole relaxed slightly, and the huge thick head of his cock popped inside her anus, the tight elastic flesh closing over and rolling around his column like a clinging rubber band.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" Ann screamed in agony, shutting off all thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain rippled through her body. With a brutal forward thrust, Mark had driven his cock inside her, and she was sure that he actually had split her in two. She then jerked forward in a desperate attempt to get away, pushing her face into the bed, but Mark held her tightly by the hips. There was no escaping his cruel thrust.
"Oooohhhh! Godddd, Noooooo! It Hurtssss!" his wife hissed in agony as Mark shoved hard, worming his cock in another inch. He stared wide-eyed at the tremendously-stretched opening clamped tightly around his blood-engorged penis, and in spite of Ann's screaming pleas, for mercy, he shoved deeper into the warm forbidden depths of her tightly resisting anus.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" She grunted as each agonizingly painful inch of his engorged cock sunk deeper into her cruelly stretching rectum. The pain was more terrible than she had thought it would be, and for the moment, she was sorry she had begged him to do it to her back there. She felt like she was being impaled by a hot iron spit for the purpose of roasting, and she fought it until her resistance was gone. Mark suddenly made one last savage thrust, the rubbery walls of his young unfaithful wife's asshole expanding before his invading cock, until finally, every inch of his expanded penis was buried deep up between her warm, tight ass cheeks.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Ann moaned. "Oooohhh, God, Mark!!!! Pleeeeeeaaaaassseeee!" Her cries cut off abruptly when Mark's groin smashed into her buttocks and flattened them with a thud. Her entire being was flooded with pain, but it was not the same as it had been on his initial entry. Her anal passage was searing from the heat of his cruel unnatural entry, but now in a masochistic frenzy, Ann began fucking back. It was as if the pain had never happened, as suddenly her anal passage grew accustomed to the great monster imbedded there. She squirmed her buttocks in tiny lewd circles, almost as if to feel that pain again in an attempt to hurt herself, punish herself. But it didn't come. Instead she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire, and she was starting to like it. Mark's lust swollen cock then began fucking in and out, and she was enjoying the lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private, secret passage. She twisted her head from side to side, and she buffeted her nakedness back harder and harder against Mark's pistoning prick. As his belly smacked wildly against the upturned cheeks of her cream-white buttocks, his bloated testicles slapped freely up between her thighs, smacking wetly against Chuck Sloat's cum still imbedded in the tightly clenching lips buried in the widespread pink valley of her cunt.
"Oooohhh! Mark! Yessss! Fuck it! It's gooodd! Fuck itttt! Harder, harder" Ann fucked back with her buttocks rhythmically as Mark began to fuck harder as he was bid, his balls filling with his impending load of hot steaming cum. He was dumbfounded by the lewd begging of his wife, and he was pleased that she had seemingly changed right in front of his very eyes. It was as if he had triggered the raw sexuality that had been hiding beneath her surface of personality for so many months. Now it was out and free, and it drove him to a peak of excitement that he could never forget. He stared at his cock as it pulled from the warm rubbery depths of her rectum, the tight ring of flesh rolling out with his cock, and then when he plunged forward again, her now hungrily squirming buttocks seemed to consume all of him. Her breasts were dancing obscenely, but excitedly, below her chest as she writhed and twisted and bucked every which way under the impossible assault. Mark clawed at the white moons of Ann's wetly perspiring buttocks as he heaved forward like a rampaging bull.
"Oooohhhh! Fuck it! Oooohhhh! God, Mark Fuccckkkkit!" Ann knew that she was there, knew that she was reaching a place that she had never been. It was the highest pinnacle of pleasure that existed, and she felt her belly jerking and sputtering like a giant machine about to start.
The sheer lewdity of his wife's slavishly kneeling position under his hammering cock drove Mark to a frenzy of greater lust, and he dug his nails into her flesh as he felt the churning release of his hot boiling cum. It raced up the length of his penis like a dizzying sensation, and he shoved hard forward, just as the liquid exploded from the tip of his expanded column. Ann screamed out her pleasure as the liquid spewed out deep, deep into her rectum and seeming to spill on up in her chest and inflate her dancing breasts almost to the bursting.
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" She bucked wildly back on the hot squirting rod in her anus, the sensation unbelievable. Her cunt was drenched with her own hot climax as she felt Mark's cum filling her belly from deep within. She was at such a height that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the pleasures and pain.
With all his extremities stretched from the pure excitement, Mark yelled as the last of his orgasm fired from his tightly-held penis, and then he collapsed on top of his wife, his cock still buried deeply in her hotly throbbing, forever-stretched anus. He knew that they were, finally, real man and wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was daytime, and she could clearly see the whole island as the super jet made its gradual climb to its cruising altitude. The smaller islands to the south were like tiny specks as the plane headed east, and Ann quickly counted to be sure the one she was looking at was Maui.
"Look, darling! There it is," she said, pointing her finger against the window. Mark leaned forward to see around her head, but then he patted her gently on the knee.
"You enjoyed the vacation, didn't you," Mark said in a low voice. He was confident about his statement as he knew that he was correct about it. Ann had cried when she got to the airport before leaving, and Mark had known why.
"It was the most wonderful time of my life, darling!" Ann said seriously, and she meant it. She was really happy with her marriage for the first time since the wedding day, and the way her happiness came about didn't matter one little bit. They were together, a couple, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.
After the day Chuck and Marie Sloat had tricked them into the sexual games, she and Mark had come to discover themselves, as well as their needs. It was like a new door had been opened in their lives, and they had quickly discovered that they were comfortable with this new understanding. To say the remaining time in the islands had become a debauch was to put it mildly, as Chuck and Marie had other friends that turned up a few days after their initial encounter. By that time, Mark and Ann were full-time partners in the swapping game, and they had even welcomed the other people who had joined them. Yet through it all, Mark and Ann realized that they had something special for each other, and their relationship went way beyond any interference of petty jealousies. They had discovered that outside activities were good for them, that it somehow made things between them that much better, and although at first they had gone hog-wild on taking on other partners, they gradually found a balanced medium that suited them both.
They had extended their vacation three days, but when they finally did have to leave the islands, it was relatively easy. There was no remorse, only the knowledge that they had finally discovered themselves, and thanks in part to Chuck and Marie, they were happy. They had made the usual promises of getting together in California, but Ann really felt that they would never see them again. It had been a vacation thing, and when the Sloats returned to Los Angeles, she was sure they would go back to their old routine with their other club members. Mark and Ann both felt that they would rather remember Chuck and Marie as the people who tricked them into really learning about themselves.
Ann continued staring out of the window of the jet until she saw nothing but a huge expanse of ocean spread out below, and then she turned to look at her husband, who was watching her, and when their eyes met, he smiled.
"It there a film on this flight, dear?" Ann asked, her eyes returning Mark's smile. "Yes, darling, there is. But I don't want to watch it," Mark replied, his eyes still on her. He reached toward the seat in front of him, and pulled a flight menu from the pocket. "As soon as they serve our meal, I'd like to discuss something with you," he added.
"Can't you tell me now?" his wife whispered seductively in his ear. Her face was close to his, and she teasingly flicked her tongue into his ear. "Pleeeaaassseee!" she begged.
Mark leaned forward to return the paper to the pocket ahead, and then looked at his sensual wife. "I was just thinking that we could spend our time on this flight toward productive ends. Do you understand? We can start making that list now," Mark stated, smiling.
Ann returned his smile with a knowing nod. "You mean the list of people we can involve when we get home?" she asked, with mock innocence. Then she put her finger up to Mark's lips as a sign for him to be quiet, and she giggled lightly as she nuzzled his ear. They had eight good prospective couples on the list before the flight was over....
