While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society. The Editor
An interesting social phenomenon has been taking place in America, one that in recent years has grown by leaps and bounds. It was not so long ago that the ordinary citizen's work week lasted six days and a minimum of forty-eight hours. Moves to eliminate such drudgery of endless work brought about the so-called "standard" forty hour work period, leaving a two day weekend for leisure time pursuits. With the added free time, people began to look for ways to entertain themselves, and a whole new industry developed to satisfy the new needs of such people. Today, many businesses are related to leisure time, and the industry, as we all know, continues to grow as demands become greater.
Some private companies are now even further advanced, using the four-day work week, giving their employees even more free time to do as they will and it may not be in the too distant future that almost all of this nation's people will be on a thirty-two hour week or some variation of that plan. This phenomenon of leisure time has created new recreation pursuits, and at the same time it has changed the character of the nation. For some people, it has created a way of life that our forefathers would be horrified to know about or even contemplate.
The novel which follows is about leisure time and its effect on certain individuals. In areas of the country where there are rivers and lakes, a new leisure time industry has sprung up with startling speed. It's simply called house-boating. It's possible for even an inexperienced sailor to rent such a boat, and he may spend his time traveling the miles and length of river shoreline in the pursuit of his pleasure.
The main characters of this story to follow are very much like the ordinary person seeking a vacation away from routine, and they like many before them discover that time on their hands leads to a new perspective of their lives.
What the characters of this book do to fill their leisure hours goes by many names: swinging, group parties, swapping and weekend trades are a few. It's not an unfamiliar practice in our recent times, and like leisure time, is becoming more common each year.
The author of this book saw and made a correlation between leisure time and the new moral standards of the American citizen. His premise is both taught and convincing. Some who read this book will call the effect shocking and perverse, but we ask merely that such readers look deeply at the social causes which make this story a timely one.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"So that's the little bitch you were after last night!" Laura hissed as she lowered the binoculars from her dark, blinking eyes. She stared out the window in the direction of the beach, squinting slightly against the glaring sun-light that reflected off the river. The young brunette was stretched out on the beach, a scant red bikini barely covering her voluptuously curved body, but it was all too obvious, even without the field glasses, that the girl was totally exhausted.
"She looks like she could never lift her legs up again!" Laura added, her voice choked with simulated sympathy. She turned away from the window to look her gloating husband directly in the eye, and she could hardly keep from laughing upon seeing his fat-cat satisfied grin. She forced a serious expression. "How could you do that to such a sweet young thing, Ron?"
His wife was playing a game, he knew, but it was a little more serious than she was letting on. He had been a trifle unfair, and her good-natured kidding made him feel just a tinge guilty but just a tinge. He stretched his legs out on the wide sofa, still feeling tired from the ordeal he'd gone through the previous night.
"It was easy, baby! I'll tell you that bitch is one stuck-up little piece... Thinks her ass is something so special!"
"I saw how she waved it in your face... You didn't exactly ignore her!" she scolded. Setting the binoculars down, she walked toward the galley, taking long steps so that her unbuttoned housedress parted in the front. She was wearing nothing underneath, and she made that fact apparent before she disappeared into the small kitchen. The space was extremely crowded when compared with the overall size of their house-boat, but Ron had it designed that way on purpose. The living space had been his primary consideration, and the bar that extended into the living room area had taken up part of the space intended for the galley. Laura didn't mind, as she spent as little time in the kitchen as possible, and then it was usually only to get ice for the bar. When she re-appeared, she was carrying a bucket of ice, and she walked behind the bar with it.
"You're a real bastard, Ronald Wilson!" she said sweetly. Then placing two glasses on the bar, she added, "I think you need a drink!"
Ron laughed loudly, tickled by the obvious way his wife was reminding him of her own special charms. She had exposed her sexy body on purpose, and now she was preparing him a drink an hour before noon. She wanted the share she'd missed last night, Ron thought, and he would be glad to give it to her.
'You know that none of them can match you in any way, baby! It's strange stuff that keeps me primed for you!" He laughed again when she held up a bottle of vodka in a threatening manner. "If you're making me a salty-dog, go easy on the grapefruit juice. I need something to get the ticker going again!"
She poured a double shot of vodka into the glasses, then unprofessionally added salt from a salt-shaker before symbolically splashing in the grapefruit juice. She kept a frown on her pretty face as she carried the drinks over to the couch her husband was stretched out on. "Here you go, big-boy! This should get more than your ticker going!"
Ron took the offered drink with one hand, and with the other he parted her dress further, exposing her naked loins to his gaze. He pushed his hand up between her soft ivory thighs and she immediately dropped to her knees beside the sofa.
"Eeewwwwhhh, stop that, you bastard! It's too good!"
"Best pussy on the whole damn river," Ron said, his fingers brushing against the silky tips of her pubic hair. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand next to her aroused vagina, while she let the front of her robe fall completely open, her proud white breasts pointing out full and pink. The budlike nipples were erect, the brownish aureoles drawn up with excitement, and she wanted him entirely aware of her aroused state.
"Well, this best little pussy in the world needs taking care of, too! You didn't have to get that little bitch... You knew she didn't have a husband for me!"
Laura was making light of it, but she was serious too. It had made her mad to be left without action of her own. When they were back home and Ron latched on to something outside of the club, she didn't really care as there were plenty of her own friends around. But when they took a vacation down on the river, it was a different story altogether.
"Didn't know she was single, baby!" he honestly protested.
"I could tell by the way she was flashing the goods at you! You must be slipping," she replied, her thoughts becoming fuzzy from his fingers working into her moistening warm cunt. She took a sip of her drink to maintain her act of coolness, but it seemed to only increase the sensations in her tingling loins.
He took a large gulp of his drink, then set it down so he could push the front of his robe apart, exposing his long thick hardening penis to his wife. "Slipping? Ha! It still works perfectly well!" he gloated, knowing that was now what she had meant.
"So you got the little bitch by simply showing your cock to her?" Laura suggested, her hand reaching out and gripping his thick fleshy column of growing hardness. "Did she grab it like this?"
"No, with her mouth!" he answered, a teasing sneer forming on his face. He was perfectly well aware of the game Laura wanted to play, and he was going to get something out of it, too.
She smiled in response, sensually running her tongue over her smooth ruby-red lips. But he was going to have to make promises first. "You won't see her again?" she asked coyly.
He looked at his wife, then smiled. After gulping down the rest of his drink, he pushed his fingers into the velvety flesh of her dampened, hair-lined pussy, his digits seeking and finding her tiny, already erect clitoris. It was palpitatingly hard, and he pinched the sensitive nerve end with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oooouuu!"
"We can push off today! It means we'll arrive at the meeting place early, but if it'll make you happy, okay." Ron shrugged. Then he rolled her enticingly wet clitoral bud between his fingers again to emphasize his intent. She groaned once more, running her tongue wildly over her lush, sensuous lips as an indication of her understanding his demands. He would give in a little, if she would give some too.
"The club members will be there in just a couple of days. It would be nice to arrive early..." she defensively replied. It was the same out-of-the-way anchorage their swap club used every year for their "fun week", and she had always wanted to spend some short time there without the other members being around. It was a hard-to-find place off the usual lanes of boat traffic, and the beach area was so well sheltered and private, it seemed special to her. Getting there ahead of the others sounded fine with her, and the little bitch on the beach would be high and dry too!
"Say for sure we can go now... I mean... After I have a little fun..." she said in her low sexy voice. She moved her face close to his erect member, and shaping her mouth into an "O", she breathed hot air over the swollen rubbery tip of the gland. The hard fleshy column of his cock jerked in her hand. "I'll bet the little bitch couldn't suck your big cock like I can!"
"Ooohhh, I don't know," he teased, feeling his blood rushing sensorily through his throbbing penis. Nobody could suck cock like Laura, but he liked to get her angry so she would show-off her skills. "She did a pretty good job last night!"
It was a challenge, and she flicked her tingly moist tongue out at the purple colored giant tip, lashing the sensitive underside again and again until his large penis jerked in response. Tucked just inside the dilated slit at the very tip was a tiny drop of seminal fluid, and she dabbed at it with her tongue-point, tasting the pungently sweet liquid to increase her own arousal. It was working on her husband, as he pinched her tingly inflamed clitoris hard, making her whole belly burn with mounting licentious excitement. She was going to show him what a real woman could do, and then she was going to make him admit she was the best.
Without stopping the continual provocative licking with her wet pink tongue over and around the hot fleshy thickness of his cock, Laura slipped off her house dress, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Then she spread her long white shapely legs out wider, giving his finger greater access to her moist, desire-incited vagina, as she hunched her totally naked body over his arched, hairy groin.
Damn, thought Ron, as he tensed from the lust-inspiring sensation of her hot lashing tongue. He stared at her voluptuous naked body, kneeling with smoothly rounded ivory thighs wide apart beside him, and he felt there was just no one else like her. For the millionth time in their six years of marriage, his eyes feasted on the sensually exciting details of her well-curved body. After all that time, he still marveled at the round firmness of her large fully pointed breasts, holding their magnificent shape in spite of their size. They were proud and closely set, leaving the narrowest of valleys running between their smooth, white resilience. He knew this had to be part of the reason she was so successful as a nude model before he saw and married her.
It pleased him to know that she hadn't changed at all in the six years of their marriage, and at any time she could go back to work for photographers, even though she was thirty-one: A nude picture had attracted him to her the first time he met her, and he was particularly pleased to later discover the pictures never really did her magnificent naked body justice. He had thought at times that was why he'd married her so quickly after getting her in the sack, but as things turned out they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way. If he wasn't such a lecherous old bastard, she would certainly be enough for him, but then, too, it was nice to discover that she liked the idea of occasional outside activities, and with the swap club, it kept those things on a purely physical basis. It was the ideal set-up for both of them, and he had really believed the hot little pussy he'd fucked the previous night had a husband for Laura to play with.
He didn't want his outside actions to destroy the arrangement they had together, and he was glad that his wife wasn't really too mad about his mistake. Hell, they were only just starting out their vacation on the river, and she would have plenty of entertainment, too, as soon as they met up with the other club members. He moved his eyes lower to where his exploring fingers played between the enticingly swollen lips leading to the firm and long sweep of her delicately rounded thighs. Between her spread white legs he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hairs covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice glistened wetly in the dim light coming through the curtained windows. No, she wasn't really angry with him over the girl, and in fact she was definitely intent on proving she was best. He was more than ready for her.
"Are you just going to lick it? Or are you going to suck it?" he groaned impatiently, sliding his fingers at the same time toward the dampened, eagerly nibbling mouth of her dilating vagina.
Laura rolled her tongue once more around her lush lips, then she grinned up at him, a satisfied expression on her pretty face. "Do we leave for the meeting place today?" she asked breathlessly, as she felt his knowing skilled fingers working into her hot wet cunt.
"Yes, damnit! Alright!" he shouted, as if conquered by her desires. It was part of the game, but he was really impatient to have her warm sucking mouth around his aching lust-hardened cock. Mewing with pleasure, as he dipped two fingers further into her tight wetly clasping vaginal passage, she winked with satisfaction, then turned her attention back to the thickly throbbing length of cock.
The warm, smooth flesh of her velvety sucking vaginal channel seemed to pull at his fingers as he drove them deep into her secret moist inner parts, and he looked at her lovely face for a sign of her pleased response. She formed her luscious mouth into an O-shape while her fingers played sensationally up and down the throbbing hard length of his excited penis. Then, slowly, she lowered her face toward his hardened cock-shaft, and he thrust his hair-covered loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her soft open lips closed around the throbbing, sensitive head in a hot liquid pressure of delight. Her tongue moved like summer lightning around the purple glans, and her even white teeth closed with sensationally sharp contact against his thickness.
"Oooommm, yes! Suck it like that, baby!" he moaned as he reached down with his free hand to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair. He intended to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head as she slowly took more and more of his pulsing hard length into her mouth. The swirling warmth and wetness of her saliva seemed to engulf the swollen tingling head, and he arched his head up from the couch to get an even clearer view of her vivacious, sensually contorted face, and he felt even more excited as he watched the thickness of his rod of hardened flesh buried deep inside her receptively sucking mouth. It always amazed him that she could take so much of him inside, as he thought sure he had to be pushing into her tonsils.
She mewled around his hot plunging hardness while she increased the twirling of her tingly, teasing wet tongue over the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head. Again and again she nipped at it with her teeth as her soft, tonsiled lips drew on his fleshy rigid cock, sucking ever harder and harder. His working fingers in her hotly clasping infused moist cunt began to move in and out, beginning a rhythm that his hand on her head demanded of her oral fucking. She knew he was near cumming in her mouth and she gave in to his insistent force, eagerly bobbing her head up and down his long hardened penis, sucking on the excited rock-hard cock-shaft with wanton frenzy.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it!" he hissed, shoving his lust-trembling loins up violently into her lewdly contorted face. Her mouth was like hot melted butter, and he stared down at her licentiously bobbing head as his cock rhythmically sawed in and out of her soft ovaled lips. The very sight of it caused his fire-filled aching loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as though the full length of his straining cockshaft was sinking all the way down into her throat. The whole hardened length seemed to disappear with each upward thrust he made, until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her lushly clasping lips.
Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely, then drew in again as her fervid little tongue licked with moist, nerve tingling urgency on the outstroke, making the head throb and jerk as though it was the very center of his sensation filled body. He watched with sadistic fascination as the inner coral flesh of her slaving lips pulled out exotically, clinging to the rigid flesh of his cock as she hungrily sucked, her mind caught up in the salacious task with all of her lustful concentration. Her full white breasts danced and quivered below her pumping torso, the hardened pink nipples at the tips occasionally brushing against the edge of the couch, and he pushed his fingers deep inside her now seethingly wet vaginal passage, its tight liquid walls seemingly trying to ingest the invaders, adding to the lust-inciting picture his eyes beheld.
"Ooooh, yes! Suck it, baby!" he groaned, his head feeling like it weighed athousand pounds. He dropped it back on the couch as he shoved his quivering hips up harder into her sucking mouth, and he thought about the little honey-blonde bitch he'd fucked the night before. He'd made her suck his cock, an act the girl had not been experienced with, and it had been something which gave him pleasure, to jam his hard, thick penis deep into the girl's throat, then pump her hungry little belly full of his steaming hot cum. She had become wild, a bitch animal in heat in spite of her protests against the unnatural oral fucking, and she had begged him to suck her greedily working little cunt until she was dry of all her insane arousal. But she had been nothing like his beautiful delicious wife. Laura could suck cock like no other woman in the world, like no other he'd known anyhow, and he again raised his head up to watch her frenzied motions over his boiling hot loins.
"Come on, baby! Suck harder! Come on!" he grunted as his wife labored below, her curvaceous white body sensuously quivering with the growing intensity of her own passion. She bit down hard with her sharp teeth, leaving white streaks up the length of his solid cock where the blood had been forced away from the surface as she raised her head, and then she plunged down again, taking nearly the whole of his long throbbing penis into her throat. He was nearly ready to burst with the insistent pressure of his cum, and his churning balls felt like lead weights hung between his tensed thighs, throbbing with the need for release. He jammed his ardent fingers harder and harder into her passion-slick cunt, signaling her that he was near completion, and she responded by bobbing down on his hard genital column, her tongue, teeth and lips all working to bring his ecstatically torturing sensations to an end.
"Mmmm," she moaned around the thick rigid flesh in her throat, and he felt the hot liquid gushing around his fingers in her orgasmically clasping vagina. She was cumming too, and he shoved his loins harder up into her widely ovaled lips, hearing her mumble of lust-filled joy as he arched his hips up in preparation for the final sensational trip of his sperm up the length of his long, thick, pulsating cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his strong teeth, as though he was being exploded into hell.
His huge, swollen cock began a wild staccato jerking as his white hot cum made the fantastic dash to the tip of its pulsing head, racing steamlike to suddenly burst deep into her receptive throat. Then, his wife's wildly sucking mouth was flooded with gust after gust of the sticky hot sperm, salaciously bloating her cheeks outward with each explosive spurt as she swallowed ravenously, frantically, to keep up with the voluminously gushing fluid.
"Uuuggghhh! Swallow it, baby! Eeeewwwhhh, yeahhhhh! Don't stop! Keep sucking... Yeeaahhh!" he gasped as he thrust his jerking loins up, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her throat. She continued sucking with an insane hunger as he went on shooting his load deep into her mouth.
Falling back heavily into the couch, Ron groaned loudly while he emptied the last of his passion heated sperm between her lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the spurting gland. After a few moments the satiate penis quietly deflated in her mouth, and he pulled his fingers from her still hotly contracting cunt his arm tired from his ordeal. She stayed kneeling beside the couch with her head on his thigh, still sucking lightly at the limp, flaccid penis in front of her, and then she straightened up and smiled at him.
"Think you're up to handling this barge now?" Laura said, sarcastically, as she knew it would be several minutes before he'd have the strength to or the will to want to do anything at all. Her husband only grunted a reply to her joke, and she moved up on the sofa beside him, kissing him lightly, wetly on the mouth. "Your activities last night seem to have slowed you down!" she added to get him riled.
"You're gonna get yours in a minute, baby!" he barked back at her, but she was right. They had been on the houseboat for a week and hadn't gotten a full night's rest yet. That was the way his so-called vacation went every year, and since they had become active members of the swap club three years earlier, the trips on the river had only extended the time he spent away from his business. It was the way he liked it, and he felt young and active for a man of forty.
"I'll put in for equal time," Laura said standing up, "but first I'm going to freshen up our drinks!"
Ron stared at her voluptuously naked body as she walked jouncingly to the bar with their glasses, and when she turned around, she saw that he was watching her. She changed her expression to a coquettish grin. "Do I match up favorably with the girl on the beach?" she asked.
"You make her look like a rank amateur," he quickly answered.
Laura wasn't going to bite that easily. "I suppose she was thrilled at being laid by a rich developer?" she said, the sarcasm apparent in her voice.
"Now honey... You know I'm nothing but a simple carpenter," he replied, and he waved his arms in the air to gesture his innocence.
"Ha! Some carpenter! Your little housing developments are only the largest in the state... Such modesty doesn't fit you, Mr. Wilson," she said, and she laughed as she carried the fresh drinks over to the sofa. Laura felt quite fortunate to have a husband like Ron, and she didn't kid herself about it. He had built up a company that made him one of the wealthiest developers in the state, and it was just that success at his young age that gave him the leisure time they both enjoyed. When he had decided to spend extra time on the houseboat that year, there was nothing to prevent him from doing just that. Most of the swap club rented the houseboats for their "fun week" on the river.
But Ron had wanted a special one, so he had it custom built. It was the way he did everything he liked, with flamboyance and flare that made most people envy him. It was just that part of his character that made his sexual appetite demanding and crude at times. But she didn't mind that a bit. In fact, she was almost as bad when it came down to it, and their arrangement was for her ideal. She had her little outside affairs, as he did his, but they both had an unwritten agreement not to hide anything from the other. With the swap club, it was easy to keep their affairs purely physical, so they had both decided they should become active members.
Ron had taken to the idea right away, but she had been a little hesitant at first, at least until she discovered how many people in their community were doing it. Then it had become sheer pleasure for her, as she knew that the men were extremely excited by her physical beauty. Ron's wealth and her good looks had erased the social stigma of her past work as a nude model, in fact had even elevated her to a semi-official leader status among the other women. What she did became the fashion with the others, and that was precisely the way Laura liked it. For her, it made her relationship with Ron absolutely perfect.
"Okay, lover boy..." she said handing her reclining husband the fresh drink. "This should get your adrenaline moving again!" She sat down on the couch next to him, sipping from her own drink, and Ron slipped his hand under the naked cheeks of her enticingly rounded buttocks. "Don't forget your promise! We push off for the meeting place today!" she defensively added as she felt the moisture forming between her thighs again.
"After some more fun and games... I owe you, remember?" he replied, and he wormed his finger against the tiny orifice of her tight little anus as emphasis to his statement. "If I shove off this afternoon, we can make the spot by tomorrow morning. We've got plenty of time yet..."
"Oh, yes! The fabulous restaurant near the river is about half the distance, isn't it? I suppose you're planning to tie up there for the night?" she asked, and he shook his head in reply. He was busy working his fingers up between her full naked thighs. "Mmmm... you know what I like... you insatiable old bastard." She was quite ready to enjoy his advances before they left, and one thought only crossed her mind before she was lost to the re-kindled sensations in her belly. "Just remember... Tonight, no strange stuff, even if the restaurant is full of pretty young girls!"
"Mmm..." he replied. '"Course, you never know when we might run into a nice young couple that could be persuaded to join the club!"
CHAPTER TWO
The air was hot, and the chunky houseboat moved slowly in the smooth river current. The slight breeze did little to help the effect of the craft's motion on cooling the two occupants, but neither were overly concerned about the heavy humid air. It was a new thing, an adventure, and they were each of them preoccupied with different thoughts.
Closing her eyes against the bright yellow sun, Gail Hall rolled onto her back, the constant whirring of the small engine seemed to come up through the cabin roof-deck like a vibrator. She would have continued lying on her stomach, but she was afraid that her back was already burned too much by the hot sun. Wiggling her full rounded buttocks, she adjusted her position until she was comfortable again, then screening her eyes with her arm, she opened them to look out at the slowly passing terrain.
She had no idea how far North of Sacramento they had traveled, but she was surprised to see no signs of civilization as she knew it. The land beyond the banks of the river was flat, with no visible structures to break up the monotony. Away in the distance she could barely make out the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains through a dancing haze of heat waves. The sight made her feel glad to be on the river where it was cooler, although she had to put up with the added discomfort of the humidity. The yellow farm lands seemed hardly the ideal vacation spot, but for her it was at least different from the routine of her and her husband's daily life.
She closed her eyes and dropped her arm to her side as she again thought about the vacation. At that moment she was unsure if it was going to be worth the sacrifices she and Jack had made to save up the money for such a trip. It had been her husband's idea from the beginning. He had called it a chance to get away from it all, a clich� statement if ever there was one, and it had taken some doing to get her to go along with him. She couldn't remember how many times he talked about the comfort a houseboat would provide, without any of the so-called inconveniences of a telephone and television. He had said it would be the ideal way for them to communicate again, mostly because they would have no distractions that routinely interfered with their everyday life. Gail wasn't so sure that such circumstances would solve all of the problems in their marriage, but she had eventually given in to his logic in spite of her reservations.
Three weeks on a houseboat, left to entertain themselves, seemed patently absurd to her, actually, and in the back of her mind, she knew what Jack was really trying to do. He had made several attempts throughout the first year of their marriage to get her to "loosen up," and the trip had to be just another one of those plans.
Shading her eyes again, Gail glanced around the flat roof-deck wondering if her husband could check on her without completely abandoning the controls of the boat. She decided that he could not, so, arching her buttocks up from the deck, she pushed the lower-half of her swim suit down a couple of inches, exposing more of her satiny white skin to the blazing sun. The material bunched around her hips, but it still covered the private most parts down between her thighs from chance on-lookers.
She was proud of her body, although she didn't like to be seen naked by anyone other than herself. She felt that it was necessary for a proper woman to remain modest around others, but in the privacy of the roof-deck in a virtually deserted area, she took advantage of the moment to work on a tan.
She made herself comfortable again, spreading her long, lithe legs slightly apart, her feet resting on the deck just beyond the edge of the big towel. The swim suit she was wearing was not a bikini, but it was the next best thing to it, considering the amount of flesh it covered. The pink material almost matched the color of her skin perfectly, and from a short distance she would have looked naked, stretched out on top of the small houseboat, languishing and lovely in the brilliant sun. Gail Hall was three months past her twenty-third birthday, and she was classically beautiful in appearance.
Her face looked uncluttered, the oval-shape a perfect frame for her large, blue eyes and full pouting lips. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend magically with the long golden strands of her hair. The shoulder length of her blonde hair suited her, as her neck was narrow and long, tapering down to feminine shoulders that were not quite broad enough for the proportions of her breasts. The rounded twin mounds stood off of her chest like two ripe overgrown peaches, the deep valley between staying narrow even when she was naked. Though large, her breasts were youthfully firm and requiring no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud. Her waist was narrow and her belly was flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest fuzziness just below her navel which pointed to the curving mound of her inner thigh. She looked sensual yet innocent, but her sexuality was only visible on the surface.
Gail had been a virgin when she first met Jack, and throughout his courtship she had remained as such. It was a condition she believed imperative to marriage. And from the time she had first understood what sex was all about, she had worked diligently to keep it out of her mind.
Through her teens and into her twenties she had often had feelings, feelings that she knew she had to ignore if she was to stay the chaste person her parents had taught her to be. At first it had been difficult, but as time went on, she found it much easier to put the thoughts of sex out of her mind, and it had even earned her a reputation as an untouchable girl.
Yet as she matured the reputation seemed unreal, as she began to look like a goddess of love... a goddess made for love. Her strong will helped to prevent her from becoming the woman to match her looks, and it also helped to made her first year of marriage with Jack extremely difficult.
Her husband had been too understanding during the few months they went together before the marriage, and he had been extremely frustrated by the time the wedding took place. Gail had worked in an architect's office as a secretary, and it was there that she met Jack Hall for the first time. He had joined the firm, a young but talented architect, in search of the means to strike out on his own. The bulk of his work for the firm was routine, and that constantly frustrated him. It was perhaps his position that had brought Gail close to him, as she knew of his talent and felt sorry that it was not being used. They had started having lunch together, and gradually their dating became more and more serious. They had been dating evenings only two months when he proposed to her, and Gail had readily accepted.
During that brief time, she had been able to impress upon him that she was innocent, and he had not tried to get her beyond heavy petting as a result. On their wedding night, Jack was more than ready to finally have the beautiful girl he'd married, and Gail had fantasized some sort of miracle union which never took place.
She had left her job with the architectural firm a week before the wedding, and she'd had the opportunity to do nothing but think about her future life as housewife. She was so nervous about pleasing Jack that she wanted to believe everything would be ideal simply by wishing it so. The first year of their marriage hadn't turned out that way at all, however, and the houseboat vacation was actually intended to be the catalyst for much improved relations between them. They both were fully aware that the basis of their problems stemmed from the very first night they spent together as man and wife.
There had been no money for a honeymoon, nor for a traditional wedding. They had gotten the necessary license and papers, and three days later went to a justice of the peace for the ceremony. They felt they couldn't invite any of their friends without inviting all of them, they ended up with two strangers for witnesses. So, after the brief ceremony, they went out to dinner together and then returned to Jack's small apartment, the dwelling which was to be their future home.
After toasting each other with a glass of champagne, Gail asked Jack to wait in the bathroom while she prepared herself for him. She had bought a new negligee, both to enhance her appearance and to cover her body, and after undressing and putting it on, she got into the double bed before calling for her new husband to come out and join her. He came out stark naked, his long, thick penis already half-hard in anticipation, and the sight so rattled her that she was tensed beyond belief for the rest of the evening.
In the darkness, he had been gentle and understanding of her condition, her virginity, kissing and fondling her lush young body to warm her for his first entry. Yet, when he moved between her outspread legs, she was only prepared to feel pain from the ordeal not pleasure. She never cried out, as she was determined to please him, but the only emotion she had was that of fear and humiliation. Her memory of his entry was that it took forever, her body being painfully stretched apart slowly, until she was convinced she would split in half, and then the rest of it seeming to take only seconds until he was finished with her. It had been quick, as he'd been waiting too long for that one moment, and the net result was an excited and explosive climax that came upon him almost instantly.
When it had been over, Jack felt he should start again for her, but she had lied, telling him that she enjoyed it fully. He knew she was lying when later, and from then on, Gail never responded to anything except the standard "missionary" position no matter what he said!
Their first year of marriage had turned into a continuing argument about what was acceptable in sexual relations. Although he didn't want to believe it, Jack finally concluded that his wife was frigid. Gail simply believed that some women responded one way to sex, and that others responded differently. She was sure that her attitude was perfectly normal, and she was always ready for her husband to have sex with her, as long as it was done in the prescribed and proper manner. The fact that her mental attitude was incongruous with her physical appearance was all that had kept the marriage together, but although she wasn't aware of it, Jack had planned the houseboat trip as a last ditch effort to get through to her. He had made up his mind that if he couldn't get her to respond the way he expected, he would dissolve the marriage and be finished with it.
For Gail, their marital problems were simple. She felt her husband demanded abnormal practices, things he had hinted about through the past year, in their lovemaking, and she was not willing to have any part of it. He was getting satisfaction as far as she was concerned, and her feelings, she believed, should be left out of it. She couldn't see that it made that much difference how she acted when he was seducing her, even though there were times that she felt she was missing something. From what she had been taught, she was doing it right by not enjoying sex herself, and the times when she did feel pleasure made her nervous and irritable, as she didn't want to accept such immoral enjoyment. Her mother had told her that sex was for man's pleasure, not for women, and Gail knew of no reason why not to believe what her mother said. "You please a man by giving in to him, and you keep him by not giving in too much!" They were words that Gail lived by, and she had no idea that such an attitude was on the verge of destroying her marriage.
Sitting up suddenly, Gail realized that she had been dozing, and the sun was low in the sky. It had to be getting late, and she looked around, half-expecting to find they'd stopped for the day. But the boat was still moving. The terrain around the river had changed somewhat, and Gail wondered if Jack had turned onto a different river while she had been day dreaming. There were thick forests of trees lining both sides of the river, and she didn't think it possible for the scenery to have changed so dramatically so quickly.
Picking up her towel, she walked across the roof-deck toward the ladder that connected it with the main deck of the houseboat, and she almost descended it without remembering that her swim-suit bottom was still bunched around her hips. Pulling the elastic top up to her waist, she then turned to climb down the ladder and join Jack.
To Gail, the houseboat was nothing more than a house trailer set on a boat, one that floated on whatever water was available. And this one they had rented for their vacation, as far as she was concerned, was quite small. The cabin was about twenty feet long and consisted of a living room area, a galley, bath and bedroom. There was a small narrow walkway along the side of the cabin, and at the front and rear the decks opened up a little wider. The rear deck provided access to the motor powering the boat as well as the ladder to the top of the cabin. In the front, the roof of the cabin extended over the deck providing a sheltered area with room enough to set up a table and chairs. There was also a door leading into the cabin, and just inside were the controls of the boat with a view to the front over the deck. When Gail rounded the cabin to the front deck, she saw that the door was open, and her husband was standing just inside, staring out at the river ahead.
"Hi! I was beginning to think you fell overboard," he said as his wife walked inside the living area. He was a full head taller than Gail, and standing next to her looked much bigger than he actually was. Unlike Gail, his hair was dark and wavy, and its contrast with his light blue eyes made his features sharply stand out. It was also that which made him attractive on sight to women, but his strong muscular build considerably helped. Gail always figured that she had fallen in love with him the first time he looked her in the eyes, and it was true that this transmitted a sympathetic part of his character. His looks made her feel very secure, as if his eyes told her that he was very understanding, and what she saw in them was correct. But, like most men, his patience was easily worn thin.
"I fell asleep..." she answered, smiling at her quip. "I must look like a lobster," she added feeling her slightly reddened skin. She wasn't really concerned about sun-burn as her skin always tended to tan quickly, but the initial exposure seemed to make it tingle nonetheless. Jack looked back out toward the river, his eyes narrowing as if searching for something, and Linda remembered the question in her mind: "Where are we?"
"Well, I'm not a navigator, but if my guess is correct we are a few miles south of Meridian, and that over there on the right is the Sutter Natural Wildlife Refuge." He pointed toward a wooded area that seemed to stretch for miles up the river. "I've been looking for a place to tie up for the night, but I haven't seen anything interesting yet!"
Setting her towel down on a chair, Gail walked up to stand beside her husband as he steered the boat in closer to the right bank of the river. "You want to stop for the night at a wildlife refuge? I hope that doesn't mean we'll have lions and tigers running over the boat in the morning," she said half seriously.
Jack smiled back at his young wife, then turned his attention back to the river bank. "I'd like to find a place out of the main current... It would be safer," he said, adding emphasis on his last word. "Some cul-de-sac would be nice... but I haven't seen one yet!"
Gail moved forward, looking out toward the shore, and she raised her arm up quickly, pointing at a narrow inlet barely visible between a thick stand of trees.
"There!" she excitedly yelled, her moving arm nearly hitting Jack in the chest.
"Huh? Where?" He looked in the direction his wife was pointing, but he couldn't see what she was referring to with her hand.
"Back there... we've passed it!" she hollered. She felt elated at having seen an opening in the shore that ordinarily would have been easily missed. The narrow inlet pointed opposite the direction they were heading, and even looking down river it was hard to spot.
Jack reacted, steering the slow houseboat in a hundred and eighty degree turn, then pointing the craft still closer to the shore. "Baby, you've got me! I still don't see what you're pointing at!" His eyes scanned the thick trees along the bank.
"You're headed straight for it!" she replied. The inlet was grown over with long branches, but there was just enough clearance for the houseboat to move on through.
"Got it! Wow! I wouldn't have spotted it in a million years," he remarked, a tone of astonishment in his voice. Studying the narrow opening carefully as he steered the houseboat closer, he realized that the stand of trees on the right were growing on a peninsula-like stretch of land, and beyond the inlet, he was sure there had to be a water-filled cul-de-sac.
"Can we make it?" Gail asked excitedly. She could feel the tension her husband was radiating, and she began to doubt what she saw was real.
"Think so," he answered, his hand quickly moving to the throttle control. The current was powering the boat down the river faster than he'd anticipated, and he added automatic power to counteract the drift. He knew if he didn't judge it just right, they would certainly end up "beached" on the downriver finger of the land. The houseboat sluggishly responded, but the power of the motor was sufficient to push the craft into the channel, the branches of the trees only a few feet to either side.
"Nice going, captain! A real river pilot couldn't have done much better," his wife exclaimed breathing a sigh of relief. She had remained absolutely still as Jack made the difficult maneuver, but once the houseboat was passing through the inlet, she walked outside to the forward deck. Once past the initial opening the channel widened out considerably, the leaf laden trees dipping their branches down to the quiet waters of the small slough.
"Is the water very clear?" Jack called from inside.
"Fairly..." she answered, leaning out to look over the front of the boat. The further in they went, the less mud seemed to be in the water, and after only a few minutes, Gail thought she could see the bottom.
"Oh, Jack, it's a private lake," she exclaimed, joining her husband at the controls of the boat.
"Sure is," he said. "You did a nice job spotting this inlet, honey." He was pleased, both because the area was nice, and also because it was so very private. It was an ideal setting in which to carry out his plans and he headed the houseboat for the farthest point, figuring he could tie up to some of the overhanging branches. He pointed the front end of the boat toward the beach area and the setting sun, beginning to feel anxious about their first evening on the boat together. Letting the boat drift sideways toward a large branch that hung out over the water a good distance, he left the controls to tie up.
"Can I help?" asked Gail, admiring the water and its profound calm.
"All's under control," he answered, and he grunted as he grabbed the branch and then pulled to move the houseboat closer in. "I'm going to tie up here... How do you like it?"
"I was just thinking how nice it would be to go swimming. Too bad it's getting so dark so soon."
"Well, there ought to be some sort of big full moon out here tonight, darling. Skinny dipping in the moonlight! How about that?!"
Gail turned and walked inside the cabin, pretending that she didn't hear what he said. In the excitement of finding the private river lagoon she had forgotten about the disturbing aspects of the trip. While Jack was busy with making the boat secure, Gail walked past the living and galley areas to the bedroom to put on something that covered more of her body than the swim suit. She was determined to be careful in avoiding any sex related conversation with Jack. She felt sure that he had something in mind that she wasn't going to like.
CHAPTER THREE
The light from the full moon made the surroundings seem almost mystical and enchanting, as if they were separated from the rest of the world by a magic vale of black lace. The moon reflected in the water like a silver pathway, shimmering and dancing as it led to the white colored sands of the dune-like beach. The air was still and sweet smelling, as if captured in the surrounding trees of black grill work. The feel of the place was so pleasant, Gail felt more relaxed than ever before in her life.
Jack had set up the table and chairs so they could eat dinner on the forward deck, and the meal had tasted superb, even though the bulk of it came out of cans. The very peacefulness of the atmosphere had left them with little to say while they ate, and after the main course was over they sat quietly for a long period of time. Then, Gail remembered the dessert of fruit she'd prepared.
"Where are you going, honey?" Jack asked as she stood up from the table.
"I'd almost forgotten about the fruit salad..." She hesitated, expecting him to indicate if he wanted it or not. "Sit down... I'll get it... It's too special a night to just eat it alone."
She didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but she was glad for the opportunity to sit and watch the moonlight playing on the water. It was almost hypnotic in its effect, and she was too relaxed to protest. "If you insist," she replied, returning to her chair.
Jack walked into the cabin to the galley, his thoughts going over his plan again. He felt sure he had a prepared answer for any question Gail might put to him. And he was sure that she would be suspicious, as well.
The two bowls of fruit were placed on the front of a shelf in the tightly packed refrigerator and he took them out before reaching into the back of the lowest shelf for the paper bag enclosed bottle. Taking it out, he removed it from the bag, pleased that the champagne was well chilled and ready to be served. Moving quickly to avoid arousing suspicion, he closed the refrigerator and opened the cabinet next to it. First, he took out two glasses, then reaching up to the highest shelf, he pulled down the bottle of brandy over the fruit salad. He checked his handy work, then returned the bottle to the shelf. He put the bowls of fruit on the tray next to the champagne and glasses, then lifting the tray up like a waiter, he walked back out to the forward deck. Gail looked as if she hadn't moved since he'd gone in to get the dessert, and she didn't look at him until he'd set the tray down on the table. Then her eyebrows shot up immediately.
"What's this? Have I been left out of some secret?" She was referring to the bottle of champagne, for she hadn't known it was aboard.
"A surprise... Do you realize that this is the first time since we've been married that we're actually on a vacation? I figured it calls for a celebration!" he answered, trying not to sound like he was making a prepared speech. To avoid looking directly at his wife, he immediately set about opening the chilled bottle.
"What a nice thought, darling," she answered to his complete surprise. She was so relaxed that she didn't really care what reason her husband had for bringing the champagne, and in fact it even sounded like it would taste good in such a pleasant setting. The evening had been too perfect for her to have any suspicions about his motives.
He placed the bowls of fruit laced with brandy at each side of the table, then posing dramatically, pushed the cork in the bottle the remaining distance to pop it open loudly. The cork hit the roof overhang above and bounced back to the deck below, narrowly missing Jack's head. He grinned sheepishly, and it set Gail off laughing, pleased with his slap-stick act. He was sure she was in a good mood then, and he hurriedly poured out the bubbly liquid, filling both glasses to the rim. He put one of the glasses in front of his wife before he sat down across from her.
"What shall we drink to?" she asked, lifting her glass up to him.
"To us! Of course..." he answered, and he clicked his glass against hers, a broad smile spreading across his face.
They became quiet again as they drank the champagne and listened to the sounds coming from the nearby woods. There was also an occasional splashing of fish jumping in the water, and Gail was so intent on spotting one of them that she hardly noticed the added flavor in her fruit salad. It disappeared quickly, and she even spooned up all of the juice.
Jack ate and drank slowly, watching his wife intensely for signs of complete relaxation, and he was pleased by the speed at which she drank her champagne. He was ready to refill her glass the moment it was empty, determined to "kill" the bottle that night. After she had drunk a second glassful, she put up her hand to indicate "no" to him, but he refilled it anyway.
"Once it's open, you have to drink all of it... Champagne doesn't stay good for the next day..." he said, excusing his action. He was surprised again when she shrugged and started drinking down the third glass.
Only a half an hour passed before Jack emptied the last drop of the champagne into her glass, and it was just then when Gail was becoming very animated in her actions. "It's such a beautiful night," she announced, waving her arms out as if to embrace the air. "I just can't believe we're actually here..."
"We should call it Lake Gail. It was you who discovered it..." he replied in a low voice.
She turned and looked at her husband, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. "That's a very nice thing to say, darling." Her words were slightly slurred, but she wasn't aware of it herself. She felt good, better than she ever had felt before from drinking, and the atmosphere of the place made her only think of the sensations it gave her. It was as if she could feel the air caressing her body, and it was warm and pleasant, like a brief summer rain. She felt as if her mouth was fixed in a smile that she couldn't undo, and it somehow made her happy. "Thank you for being so thoughtful," she added, and she drank down the last of the liquid in her glass.
Jack figured it was the time to act, so he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to his wife. "What do you say we get ready for bed?" he announced. He expected her to say something about the dishes, and he was prepared to tell her to forget them for now, but instead she stood, then swayed slightly from the effect of the champagne she'd been drinking. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling, and looked down at her face, expecting a look of surprise. Her eyes were half-closed, lips slightly parted, and he leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth. He knew well that she was drunk, but he hadn't expected such arousal from her. He sucked willingly on her tongue, tasting her mouth as he pulled her tightly against his hard young body. He held the kiss for a long moment, feeling his blood stirring wildly and with tremendous force through his hardening penis, and he knew that he might have a chance at getting his wife to loosen up completely for the first time.
Breaking away from the kiss, he slowly turned her away from him so he could unzip the back of her dress. He half-expected some protest, but he was determined to go on no matter what she said. He wanted to undress her completely, and he pulled the dress up over her head.
"Ooohh! I can't see, darling!" she giggled as the dress caught around her face. He hesitated, not to force it off, and while he had the opportunity, he took a good look at her curvaceous body. He liked to see her almost naked in nothing but a flimsy bra and panties; this evening he was more anxious to see her completely naked. Leaving the dress for her to get off, he instead reached for the back of her brassiere, and while she slipped the dress up over her head, he let her bra fall away from her magnificently rounded breasts. His heart was pounding wildly, and the sight of her ripe pink nipples made him want to kiss and taste every inch of her wonderful white body. Just as she threw the dress clear of her head, giggling all the time, he leaned forward and took one exotically straining pink nipple into his open mouth. He immediately sank his teeth into the tiny bud while whipping his tongue across the very tip. "Oooohh, Jack! Darling, ewwwwweh!" She was confused by the sensations of the alcohol in her blood when she had first stood up from the table, and his kiss came so suddenly that she just gave way to it. Somehow she was more aware of everything she felt, and she couldn't find the willpower to resist his removing her dress, even though they were standing outside on the deck. But then, when he took off her bra and began kissing her hardened little nipple, she felt her whole body sensually tremble as great waves of acute pleasure flooded her mind. She thought her legs had just given way beneath her and she was suddenly floating up into her husband's strong arms. She didn't know whether to resist or give in to the demanding urges she felt, as they were more intense and fierce than she had ever felt before. It was as if her entire warmly stimulated body was being directed by some outside force, and whatever it was, she didn't have the strength to fight it back. His hot, pleasure-inciting mouth remained locked to her tingling breast, his lips pulling and sucking the erect swelling nipple deep inside his wet warmth. He was carrying her inside the houseboat, down the narrow aisle toward the bedroom, but the pleasure of his tongue twirling around and 'round to stroke her sensitively awakened flesh was the only thought that occupied her mind. She was hardly aware of being laid gently onto the double bed.
"Oooouuuu! That's sooo... nice..." she whispered seductively. She rarely said anything when he made love to her, but the champagne and brandy were causing her to forget her usual inhibitions. She felt different than she usually felt, the ideas of immorality seeming very distant and absurd, and instead of being tense, she could only lay back and thrill in the pleasures streaming rapidly through her sensuously aroused body.
Jack could hardly believe his wife was being so very relaxed, especially considering the way she had just collapsed in his arms. He didn't understand what was happening to her, and he was almost afraid that he would break the spell that had come over her. He moved very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves out on the bed without taking his mouth from the warm satiny mound of her breast for even one second. It was more than he had expected, and he was determined to make her happy for responding so well.
Nipping at the erogenous hardened flesh with his teeth, he slowly moved his hand over her other rounded full breast, and he stroked it fondly, rubbing the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was strained and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually he ran his hand teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately working his fingertips under the band of her white lacy panties. He moved it straight for the lush silkiness of her pubic hair, feeling the beginning of her intimate narrow vaginal crevice, and using his middle finger like a probe, he worked it into the warm moistened folds of liquid flesh until he made contact with her tiny clitoris.
"Aaaahhhh!" She sucked her breath in as she felt the heated sensation from the pit of her soft belly streak erotically through her excited body. She was confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if she were forgetting something she should do, but she relaxed enough to let the provocative sensations take hold of her being. It was as if an electrical connection had been made between herself and Jack, and each time his beautiful finger moved, a bolt of pleasure would dash upwards through her sensually incited flesh. Instinctively, she let her long white legs spread wider apart as she unconsciously wanted to give him even greater access to her sensation-filled vagina. There was a question in her mind about her almost lewd actions, as though she felt she was forgetting a lesson she'd been taught in the past, but it became harder and harder to concentrate as the arousing, pleasure-giving finger continued the incessant massage of her tiny, erect clitoris.
She felt the beginnings of increasing hot moisture forming on the silky strands of pubic hair near the opening of her burning vaginal passage, and she knew she was wetter there than she had ever been before in her life.
Jack couldn't help thinking about all the things he'd wanted his wife to do in their lovemaking, things that she had rejected as obscene and unnatural during the past year, as now he was sure that he might finally have the chance to get her to do all of them! He could hardly ever look at her formation of enticing curves and full lips without imagining his cock being sucked by them, even though it seemed an impossible objective with someone so completely uptight. Many times he had cursed the person or incident that made Gail so rigid in sexual practices, but right then, he felt almost certain that she would at last come undone. His lusting cock was fully erect and aching to be free of his confining pants, its pulsing head was pushing and straining against the fabric of his trousers like it was going to force its way through. Yet, in spite of the mounting pressure in his swelling, lust-incited testicles, he wanted to wait for the right moment, the moment when his lovely wife would be screaming for it! Then, maybe, she would be completely willing to take his throbbing penis into her mouth, closing her warm sexy lips around it and sucking until he was drained totally dry. The thought made him want to work faster, and he moved his ardent finger away from her tiny palpitating clitoris, working it down through the raw wet flesh between the hair-lined blushing cunt-lips until it was poised at the tight wet opening to her innermost self. Miraculously, she seemed to raise her hips up in an effort to take his teasing finger inside!
"Uuuuhhhggghhh... OOoouuuu!" she whimpered as she wiggled her smoothly curved hips in order to get down closer onto his finger. He teased her only for a brief moment, then he screwed the plundering digit into the moist elastic-like opening, slowly driving it upwards into the warm clasping passage of her quivering pussy. He pushed until his palm was pressed flat over her hot wet mound, and she began to grind her enticing pelvis in a sensual cadence of self-pleasing indulgence. It was like she was another person, and he continued biting and chewing at her pink, expanded nipple until he couldn't stand the waiting for another second.
Feeling as if her whole body was being guided by the fantastic sensations from her husband's long, titillating finger in her passionately fired vagina, Gail found herself hoping that he would put his big hardened prick in her soon. She didn't think she had ever been so anxious before, but there was something about the gnawing sensation of prurient delight in the pit of her belly and the root of her loins that told her she was in store for tremendous pleasures. She no longer cared about the question of whether she should enjoy sex or not. What was important, suddenly, was really knowing what it was! It was like tasting forbidden fruit, and her ability to resist it had been dissolved by her exposure to the surroundings and the liquor. Then Jack suddenly lifted his head from her swollen tingling breasts and she thought he might finally put his long, desire-hardened penis into her sensuously burning cunt.
She was letting him teasingly play with her hotly excited body, but petting was something she had always allowed him to do to a point. Yet, this evening there was something different. She seemed to be suggestively responding, and he had her almost completely naked in the light. The single lamp mounted on the wall above the bed was very weak, but it did provide more light than they had ever had under similar circumstances, and she could sense that Jack wanted to get her completely undressed to see her provocatively naked curves up close.
Reaching his left hand down to her smoothly arched hips, he turned his wife slightly onto her side before he tantalizingly grazed his tongue down her warm, satin-like flesh. He paused momentarily at her navel, running his hot wet tongue tauntingly around it, then dipping it inside before he continued laving his way down toward her slowly revolving hips and loins. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her moist, palpitating vagina, half-afraid that he would disturb her reverie, but he was anxious to get her flimsy nylon panties all the way off of her unusually aroused body.
Placing his thumbs under the elastic band top at either side of her hips, he rolled the thin material down over her lush white thighs to reveal her mesmerizing, wide open hair-fringed cunt to his greedy sight. She was cooperating fully with him, raising her full, rounded buttocks up off the bed to make the removal easy, and when the tiny panties had dropped from her feet, she made no sound as he pushed his hands against her satin-soft white inner thighs. She spread them willingly, but was then surprised when his hot wet mouth made warm contact with her aroused, tingling flesh there. She felt tremendous erotic shivers as he ran his taunting, husbandly tongue slowly up along the sensitive space between her tremulously prickling legs.
My God! Gail thought, what on earth is he doing?!
It felt good, too good, and she suddenly realized that he was moving his wetly working mouth toward her nakedly exposed pussy! For an instant she imagined how wickedly sensational it would feel, his probing tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around and inside her burning cuntal passage! Just the idea of his loving hot mouth sucking at her tiny dancing clitoris sent goose bumps creating shivers to tingle enchantingly over her silken flesh, and for that brief moment she was going to let him do it! His face drew closer and closer, and she could feel his searing breath caressing the moist pink flesh of her opened vaginal crevice, his mouth not inches away from the thin warmly pulsating lips of her naked pussy!
Feeling that everything was going to work out even better than he had hoped for, Jack forced Gail's lower leg flat against the bed, while keeping the upper one bent at the knee and up in the air. Her position gave him completely open access to her delicious moist pink cunt, and he worked his tongue fervently with slowness up her soft inner thighs. As he drew closer, he stared lustfully at the curving mound of sensual desire, seeing the moist, fleshy lips that were covered by a sparse silky down of blonde pubic hair. The narrow ribbon of delicate flesh dividing the middle was pink, and he could see the hardened tiny bud of her quivering clitoris throbbing excitedly from his previous manipulations. Feeling more daring, he reached out with his hand, and using two fingers he spread the flushed, blood-filled lips of her pussy wide apart, exposing the wet, clutching elastic-tight opening of her cunt to his desire-hungry gaze.
Gail could feel the warm secretions from her tingling vagina flowing faster, and when his delicate fingers licentiously spread her open, she was jolted back to the reality of the situation. She automatically reacted, suddenly feeling vile and cheap from her husband's close examination of her private most parts. Her body was on fire, but she had to protest such debasing action. She had even considered letting him put his mouth against her vagina! That was being nothing better than some dirty whore!
"No! Noooo!" She wailed in an almost foreign voice as she struggled to get control of herself, and she jerked her hips back away from his advancing face. When she saw the expression on her husband's face, however, she felt terribly guilty and depraved for having let the situation get so far along. She tried to think of a way she could retract to what she had said, but she felt vile and debased, unable to understand what had made her go so far. "Please, Jack! That's awful!" she groaned. "Not that. It's... it's... dirty!"
He was momentarily stunned by her sudden rejection, he was so engrossed in her erotic reactions to that point that he failed to comprehend what she was saying. His swollen, aching cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of his cum stirring deep in his balls, and he had fully expected to have her hot sensual mouth closed tightly around it, he had... he had...! Sucking fervently in another few minutes...! Then, he realized that she was her same old self again, rejecting anything that wasn't the standard missionary position of lovemaking. He had so expected her to have changed, that he felt enraged at discovering it wasn't so. His face reddened, and he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Whaatttt?"
Terrified by his sudden anger, Gail wanted to worm her entire tremblingly confused body down through the mattress of the bed and disappear. She didn't know what else to do, and her thoughts groped for something to say that would calm him.
"I can't wait! I... want to... now! Fuck me, now!" she cried. She was desperate, and she thought her use of the sensual vernacular expression for intercourse would somehow make up for her rejection of his desires for oral sex. It was a term she had never used before, but she knew she had to do something... something dynamic... to keep him from continuing what he had already begun.
Jack was more confused than ever. He couldn't believe he'd heard Gail correctly. She had asked him to actually fuck her! In those...that word! Well, by God, he was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before! Moving like an enraged bull, he tore at his clothing, determined to be totally naked when he subjugated her before his menacingly erect cock. He was going to screw her until she begged him to stop!
Gail was so shaken by what she had almost let happen, that when her young husband got to his knees and began pulling off his clothes, she felt relieved. But then, he was lowering his pants, and the bulge that had shown at his groin was suddenly a long hard fleshy column of thick throbbing cock! It looked so big, huge in fact, bigger than it had seemed on her wedding night, and she was fearful of him tearing her apart once again. He was angry and she knew her only hope was not to anger him further, so when he suddenly pulled at her waist, twisting her cruelly onto her stomach, she made no sounds of protest. He forced her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down into the mattress, and she felt her face turning red from embarrassment as she realized her buttocks were up in the air, open and lewdly exposed to his lustful gaze. It suddenly occurred to her that he intended to fuck her from behind like a dog. It was degrading and inhuman just to think about, and she thought she should tell him so, but simultaneously she was having a difficult time ignoring the tremendous burning sensation in her quiveringly hot belly. It was growing all out of proportion in her mind. Her sensuously aroused body had already betrayed her thoughts once, and she felt like the same thing could happen again.
Knowing he was being rough with his wife, Jack nonetheless was determined to have her in some way other than the usual limpid style. If she wasn't willing to submit to oral sex, then by God he was going to fuck her in the most degrading manner he knew of! Dog-style seemed to fit the bill perfectly!
"Okay! You want to get fucked?! Here's your chance!" He moved up behind her and between her inner thighs. He forced her to spread her knees out wider and wider, until he had total access to her nakedly quivering loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her like that, and he paused to inspect her in detail. Her fully rounded white buttocks looked more salaciously enticing than ever, and he was reminded of his thoughts earlier as she was bending over the forward railing keeping watch on the depths of the water. Now she was bent helplessly naked before him, and the slope of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump with a tiny indentation running down the middle. Her blonde hair was spilling all around her head, so he couldn't really see her face at all, but he was sure that she was feeling completely embarrassed by her lewdly degrading kneeling position. At that moment he felt she deserved it, and he ran his hands down over her smooth satiny back then under her ribs to her fully rounded young breasts hanging below. He gave them both a hungry squeeze, and the twitch in his cock reminded him to hurry up.
Tweaking the strained nipples at the hardened, pebble-like tips first, he then released her firmly resilient breasts, and moving his hands on her quivering smoothly ovaled buttocks, he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the softly yielding crevice, spreading the lush white mounds apart. He could see the tiny orifice of her tight, rosebud-like anus puckered and pink in the dull light, and it excited him so that he jerked his hips forward and thrust his throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that he couldn't possibly wait another minute.
"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He lewdly spat the words at her, wanting his young, proud wife to know that he meant business.
Gail thought she should scream out, wanting to tell him to stop treating her like a whore, but the words he used seemed to make her flesh cringe with licentiously renewed excitement. The mixture of fear anger and passion made her react immediately to his demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a debasing manner. She reached back under her softly dangling breasts, and groping momentarily, she found the hard shaft of his penis which probed between her soft sensitive inner thighs and closed her hand around it. She had rarely touched his cock before, and then it had been when she had no other choice. It felt as though it was pumping blood through his entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of hot lustful semen. She tried hard to blank out her mind, forget the lewdly degrading position she was humped over in, but the feel of his throbbing hard penis made her quaking belly jerk with lewd arousal. She was sure that his rigidly swollen cock had never been so big before, and for a moment she hesitated to even put it against her excitedly hot vagina. Then she felt his hands squeezing painfully at her nakedly upturned buttock-cheeks, and she was reminded just how open she was to his lewd and intensive gaze.
"Do it, damnit! Put my cock in now!" he commanded her again, his patience wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from climaxing all over her lusciously rounded white ass, she looked so frigging sexy. Her fingers wrapped cooly around his aching cock like pointed probes of deep, yet withheld sensation, and he arched his hips backwards to hurry her guidance to her moist hot little cunt.
"Come on! Come one!" He squeezed her soft, pliant flesh until he left white circles on her pink skin, like impressions of his fingers. She wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by both wanting to strike out at him and yet at the same time to have his cock grinding around deep up inside her hungrily pulsating cuntal channel at its maximum depth!
Wriggling her buttocks involuntarily and shifting her position slightly, Gail placed the rubbery, purple hardened tip against the soft, hair lined folds of her wet vaginal opening, and she worked it like a lever to part the soft flanges of her hotly aroused cunt. When she had the thick head positioned over the tight little vertical mouth, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he drove forward, and hoping it would help, she kept her grip on the long fleshy column of his thrusting cock flesh. Unconcerned, Jack suddenly shoved his hips forward, pushing the head of his penis into her moistly spreading cunt.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Gail screamed as the blood-filled cock-head plundered into her not unready cunt like a vicious fist of steel. She gripped it tightly, hoping to restrain any further entry, and he did momentarily ease off, stopping when the head of his penis was wrapped tightly inside the hot slick opening of her tightly locked little cuntal passage. She hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she tensed in automatic response. It only made it worse, as the sensations it gave her husband, made him even more anxious to have the full hard throbbing length buried all the way up into the proud little bitch's warm soft belly. He held back for only a second, then shoved his hips forward again, plowing further up inside the heat of her liquidly clutching vagina, the thick rubbery-like knob spreading the velvety walls of her aroused cunt like a bulldozer through sand.
"Uuuuhhhh! Ooohhhh! Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" she moaned as if tutored in the art of bewailing, while he drove deeper and deeper into her helplessly expanding passage. He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his aching balls had become excruciating. He had to have his fire-ridden cock in her right away, all the way! He tried to hold back, forcing it in slowly so she could adjust to the new angle of his penis, but it took more willpower than he had. He felt sure he would climax before he reached warm, throbbing bottom, his aching cock throbbing and jerking lustfully from the mind-bending sensation of her tight, warm cuntal flesh snugly surrounding it. When she finally let go of his penis with her tiny hand, he was free to drive unimpeded into her depths, and slamming his hips forward with all his pent up strength, he shoved his rockhard cock into the length of her cuntal passage with flesh-tearing speed, until his hard, fermenting groin crashed into her smoothly rounded, upturned buttocks. The power of his thrust nearly lifted her clear of the bed, and she cried out in confused pain when he finally did hit velvety bottom. The sound of his pelvis slamming into her lush, soft white ass-cheeks was lost even in the small room, and she thought her face was being driven to the floor, the impact was so great. The smooth rubbery head was pushing hard against her tender cervix like an angry menacing weapon out to destroy her. He was still then for a moment, as if he were considering a reprieve, but after a second he suddenly flexed his huge cock, lurching all the way into her tenderly cringing young belly.
"Uuuuuughhhh!" she grunted, feeling the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the nakedly spread crevice of her sensitive buttocks, and at the last of his long probe, his sperm-bloated balls swung forward to slap noisily up between her lewdly wide-spread thighs.
He couldn't wait one moment longer to give her a chance to adjust to his size, and he immediately began stroking in and out of her tightly clasping cuntal channel, the long hard charges pounding deep beyond her womb, brushing her cervix relentlessly. He stared down at her bent over her curvaceousness, her sensuously white buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, her satin-smoothed back sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. His young wife was more sensual than he had ever remembered seeing her, and it made the cum in his seething balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and give himself the ultimate physical joy.
Never having been fucked at such a lewdly debased angle, Gail was horrified by the depth of his impalement into her, and she felt as if she had been morally, if not physically, split apart. It shocked her to the point of almost destroying the hot passion he had brought out of her body a few minutes before. She thought she was simply being used, a receptacle for his lusting passion with no care or feeling or understanding. She was only a now open cunt to be fucked like any common slut! She felt let down and deeply rejected, and she pressed her face hidingly into the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum into her right away, getting it over with.
Jack fucked his long cock diligently in and out of the tightly throbbing passage of her open pussy, his long-building lust completely taking over his reason. He wasn't going to settle for any halfway fuck ever again. He wanted to make her beg for his cum, make her cry for him to pump his hot juices into her quivering seething belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure. He held her resilient white hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his thick cock deep inside her helplessly absorbing cunt. The ragged, flesh-rimmed, pink mouth was elastic-tight around his blood-engorged penis and when he shoved deep inside her belly, the flesh rolled with it in his pounding fury. His cum-inflated balls swung churningly forward between her wide-spread smooth ivory thighs to make loud lewd smacks into the pink folds of her wet, cuntal flesh where her tingly glistening clitoris quivered in unconscious excitement. Then, when he retreated, pulling his aching hardness out of her clasping well of passion, until only the swollen rubbery head remained pulsing inside the hot, tight opening, he held there for only an instant before driving into the slick moisture-coated walls of her hotly tingling cunt again. He smacked into her luscious ass with buttock-flattening lust, until her breasts shook like quivering mounds of jelly from the shock of it.
"Ooooohhh!" Gail stormed in spite of her desire to keep quiet. His huge, hardened cock felt like it was going to burrow right on past her hot quaking belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't deny the wildly erotic sensations that moved with it. Her swollen tingling breasts swung forward from the impact causing the hardened little nipples to graze tantalizingly across the surface of the bed, and that added to the sensational delights that somehow refused to diminish in her loins and belly. She kept telling herself over and over again that she was being slowly debased by her own husband's cruel rape, but it didn't stop the strangely growing fire in the depths of her passion-inflamed womb. Her tingly palpitating clitoris was like a throbbing little demon in her wet cunt that wanted to be fed by his swinging, bloated balls every time he lunged into her, and the sensations from it seemed to race over the nerve-endings woven into the walls of her burning pussy, making her vibrantly live and feel the huge swelling cock that drove demandingly, deliciously in and out of her. It was like some overwhelming monster that could only be satisfied by her juices, like a blood-sucking vampire, and would settle for nothing less. It was frighteningly exhilarating!
She looked back under and between her full hanging breasts to see her lusting, hot cunt being truly violated by the thick driving column of cock-flesh. His penis seemed to withdraw until only the fiery hard tip of him remained inside her hotly clasping vagina, then it would smoothly dive back down the slick clutching channel, the lips of her cunt nibbling at it hungrily until it completely filled her tight sensuous passage. The crispness of his pubic hair was lewdly pushing into the crevice of her trembling buttocks with each hard lunge and she felt a lust-inspired sensation of basic desire that seemed to travel to the prickling top of her head. Her tightly pampered cunt was being plowed apart with thoughtless long hard thrusts of her husband's hotly demanding cock, and she could feel the forcibly subjective joy of it in her insanely grinding loins.
Feeling the gradual motion around his driving cock-shaft, Jack excitedly realized that he was beginning to get through to his wife, and he concentrated hard to keep his churning hot cum from finally bursting out. He wanted to save it until she begged, and yet he knew that he would have to work faster if he was going to last much longer. Slowly, her lovely whitely ovaled buttocks began to rotate in lustful response to his hard forward surges, and then, to test her he momentarily held back. Her rounded animated buttocks seemed to jump backward when his aching cock didn't drive back inside right away, and it so excited him that he ruthlessly started sawing in and out with ever-increasing speed. God! her ass had come to life! She was actually fucking him back! He could see the muscles in her breathtaking ass cheeks flexing each time that he withdrew as if to suck his swollen hard cock back inside, and he moved his hands over the twin white mounds, placing his thumbs down into the pliant, smooth crevice that divided them. Spreading the ovaled cheeks apart, he saw her tiny, brownish pink anus, puckering and working feverishly with each stroke of his rigid plundering cock in her inflamed pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he worked his eager hand down into the smooth hairless crevice, then placed his middle finger tip against the tiny puckered brown hole. Slowly, he began to probe and worm it into the tight, elasticlike flesh. "Uuuuuuughhhhh... God... Jack!" Gail was confused by the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain which she was feeling as she grunted in almost masochistic helplessness. Still she raised her excitedly undulating buttocks to the lewdly worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage with a new wave of salacious passion sweeping through her. The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open with an obscene sucking sound that licentiously thrilled her, though at first she felt nothing but pain. It was unnatural, lewd and indecent, yet somehow it still seemed to be so wickedly right. He shoved deeper, into his first knuckle, and instead of lurching away, she screwed her newly lust-fired buttocks back onto it! He accommodated her eagerness by shoving his middle finger deep into her rectum, and she gasped wantonly... gradually becoming adjusted to the unnatural invasion feeling an almost wanted pleasure-pain, though she told herself she was doing it to pacify his lust. "Ooooouuuuu! Uuugghhh! Ooooohhhh!"
She grunted over and over again as the turning, rotating finger drove in to the hilt, and she shoved back against it lewdly, while at the same time she tried to absorb more of his hot throbbing cock deep into her suddenly screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard into the rubbery anal passage until he could drive it no further, and the second shaft in her body was like an added penis to her unlocked ecstasy. She defensively decided she might just as well be the whore she was being treated like, and she lewdly raised her now excitedly grinding buttocks back up to his twin assault to take his extended finger and swollen hard cock deep inside her passion-inflamed belly.
Jack could feel his torturously hardened, skewering prick through the thin wall of flesh that separated her back channel from her cuntal passage as he wormed his finger around the depths of her hotly clasping little rectum, and each twist made his lovely young wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding her white rounded buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her supposedly tormented ass now an inferno of obvious sensual pleasure.
Gail was suddenly aware that she was nearing an experience she had never known in sex before! It was like an acceleration toward an unknown point, but whatever it was, she knew then that it had to be sheer ecstasy. The words from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, like it was someone else doing the screaming!
It was more than he could stand. The lewd words coming from his proud young wife's throat were lashing sexual stimuli, making his lust go completely out of control. He had never seen such raw sensuality in her before, and in spite of his efforts to hold back, he was suddenly insane with raw, animal passion.
His churning, cum-swollen testicles felt like they were ballooning out of his scrotal sack as his sperm made the maddeningly sensational dash up his elongated cock-shaft. The head of his huge penis pulsed inside her wetly pulsating passage as he drove his never-before throbbing cock to maximum depth, and his hot semen burst like a shot from the inflamed dilated tip. He was lost in the incredible sensations of his own climax as the white, hot cum fired repeatedly into the seething base of her quivering belly. "Ooohhh! Wait! Noooo!"
She was enraged, for she had wanted finally to attain that ultimate state of sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that night to be within her reach, and he was climaxing too soon. The liquid, fiery heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions was pleasure, yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. The hot cum wasn't pushing her that little extra distance she had to go before she, too, could feel the heat of explosion. Suddenly, she was nothing but a receptacle again, a hole for him to use as an animal would, and she felt defeated and deflated all at once.
Jack continued hammering into her automatically clutching cunt as his hot sperm filled her trembling belly with its hot wet stickiness. He kept his finger buried deep in her rectum, reveling in the pleasures that streamed through his shuddering body. He felt sure that Gail had reached an orgasmic finish, too, as she ground back against his spewing cock until the last drop of his cum was fired off.
When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her still burning body, and she felt even more debased and degraded than she had before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, kneeling down like a bitch dog in heat while he rammed his cock into her cunt, but it was also the fact that she had allowed him to do it, even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless anus. It was too vile and lewd to even think about!
After a moment, Jack, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her heated rectum, and then rolled off of her body, his cock making a wet whooshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled little cunt. He laid beside her exhausted, satisfied in his mistaken belief that he had accomplished what he'd intended to do.
Gail couldn't move for fear she would have to look him in the eye, as she knew that she would shamefully ask him to do it all over again. She wanted more, the opportunity to know the heights she'd almost attained, and such thinking was not only vile, but wrong. By the time she fell asleep, her belly still on fire, she had only succeeded in becoming even angrier with her sex-maniac husband.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gail awakened early, a wide smile on her pretty face, and for a few moments she felt gay and happy. The houseboat seemed to roll with a gentle motion, and it soothed her as if she was a child being rocked in a cradle. For a minute she just laid still on her stomach, enjoying the sensation of waking up to a pleasant day. Then she realized that she was totally naked, and the memory of what had happened the previous night came back to her with a shocking jolt.
Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see that her husband was still fast asleep beside her, and she shivered, feeling the nearly dried stickiness of his cum still clinging to her satin-soft inner thighs. She had been like an animal, but he had been even worse! All of the anger she had felt came back to her, and she wanted to get away from Jack before he woke. It was broad daylight, and she was wantonly lying on the bed in total undress.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb the bed, she rolled off the side onto her feet. All she could think about was getting a shower to clean away any reminders of what had happened the previous evening, and picking up her swim suit on the way, she slowly walked out into the narrow hallway and then opened the door into the tiny bathroom where she got undressed.
It had been a surprise to her when first getting onto the houseboat to find a shower, a convenience she hadn't thought likely to find. It was extremely small, but it even had hot water, though limited in supply. It served the purpose, however, and she stepped under the shower head before turning on the faucets. The water was cold and it shocked her fully awake, but after a moment hot water began pouring out, and she immediately began to soap her entire body.
The warm water splashing against her naked body felt good, and she was reminded of the sensations she'd had the previous night, while her husband's lust hardened young cock was sliding in and out of her passionately excited cunt. She had for the first time discovered a pleasure beyond anything she'd known, yet she had been left with it unfulfilled and incomplete. She was ashamed by her own actions and angry with the way she'd been treated, but in the back of her mind she was pleased with the discovery she'd made. She wanted secretly to know more, to feel and touch that height of erotic pleasure that had been so near and so sensational.
Her belly quivered heatedly just thinking about it, and she realized that her aroused vagina was becoming moist with something other than the water of the shower. She wondered if Jack had done something to her that made a change in her body, as she thought of having his long, thick prick pounding in and out of her tingling vagina again was exhilarating to her.
Closing her eyes to create a mental darkness, she narcissistically slid her hand, palm flat against her smooth flesh, toward the curving space between her inner thighs. The water cascaded over her shoulders, running in a heavy stream down over her nipple-hardened breasts and belly to the space her hand was heading for. She trembled in the warm water from the desire she felt building within her innermost self, and she was helpless to stop her fingers from working down over the puffy silkiness of her pubic mound, then parting the soft fleshy lips of her quivering vagina. Her tiny clitoris seemed to extend out to make contact with her fingers, and she touched it, thrilling in the sensation felt that slammed through her body like a hot bit of lightning.
What had Jack done to make her feel this way? She couldn't understand why her excited, tremulous body felt so weak and helpless as her fingers played over and over the nerve-end bud of her erect little clitoris. She imagined that her husband was again lustfully playing with her there, and she remembered how his hot breath had stimulated her magnificently as he moved his face closer to her moistened, open vagina.
God, what if she had let him put his hot, wet tongue against her aroused sensitive cunt? The searing moist tip like a snake would have lashed across her tingly clitoris, then even possibly pushed down into the liquid pink folds to probe enthrallingly into the very opening of her burning pussy. She probably would have gone insane from the erotic sensations--not probably, she was sure!
Almost oblivious to the shower, Gail breathlessly slid her extended middle finger down the pink valley of her wet tingling vagina until it was tremblingly poised over the tight ovaled mouth of her raw sensuously rekindled cunt. As if drawn by some magnetic force, she lewdly pushed her finger tip against the tight nibbling passage; and it easily slipped inside. It had gone that far, so she drove it the full length up into the velvety depths of her suddenly hotly secreting vagina. Her palm was pressed flat against the curve of her open pussy, and she gasped out loud from the sensation she felt. Her knees began to shake and she wanted to lie down right there, driving her finger in and out of her seething wet cunt until her whole sensuously inflamed body erupted with the ultimate violence of orgasm. But, her finger wasn't enough of what she really wanted; although it felt good, strong and gave her access to much of the feelings she remembered from the night before, it was also puny, inadequate in comparison with the hardness of her husband's long thick throbbing cock... how she wanted it...
It happened suddenly, at least so she thought, but the effect was enough to jolt her out of her sexual indulgence. The water turned cool, and it was like a shock of awareness pouring over her quiveringly excited body. Pulling her finger from her desire-fired vagina quickly, she reddened with embarrassment, although she was all alone. What had come over her? She had never done anything like this before, so foolish, so lewdly vile, such an abuse on her physical person! She was acting like a whore or a nymphomaniac, a bitch in heat, some sort of cheap slut who knew no better! Why if her mother ever caught her just thinking such things, let alone actually living them out in the bathroom of a houseboat on a isolated inlet of a remote river, it would be the end of the world all together... married or not!
Moving under the cold stream of water, Gail turned off the faucets, and, trying not to look at her reflection in the mirror on the back wall of the small John, she hurriedly toweled herself with vigorous strokes in an effort to dry and be done with all activities having to do with her naked body. Not bothering to dry her hair, she grabbed her swim suit and slipped it on. She wanted to get outside before Jack woke up, or there would be no telling how she might act.
Opening the door, she listened for a moment to see if Jack was awake, but hearing nothing more than a rhythmic breathing, she concluded he was still fast asleep. She walked to the galley, pausing for a moment to get herself a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator, then taking the filled glass with her, she walked to the chair where she'd left her large towel the previous day. Picking up the towel, she spotted Jack's watch hung over one of the boat controls and she glanced at it, wondering what time it was. She was shocked to discover that it was close to noon.
It didn't seem like she'd slept so late, and she checked the wrist-watch to make sure it was running. Must have been something in the air, she decided, and she started out to the forward deck. The table and chairs were just as they had left them the night before, champagne bottle and glasses standing like a symbolic tribute to her undoing that never quite came off. The rest of the dinner dishes were still in the galley waiting to be washed, but she decided to leave everything as it was. For the moment she was only interested in getting out in the sun, and having the opportunity to think clearly about all that had happened. She was sure that Jack would be awake soon, and she was not at the moment looking forward to facing him. She diverted her eyes from the table on the forward deck, and looking down, she walked slowly around the back deck and the ladder leading to the roof of the cabin. She climbed the ladder carefully, knowing that Jack was sleeping only a few inches away on the other side of the wall, so when she reached the top, she stepped lightly until she was at the far end of the roof-deck. Only then did she actually look out at the surrounding terrain, and she realized something was blatantly different now. They were no longer alone.
She wondered how she had missed noticing the other houseboat tied up near the beach when she first walked outside, as the craft was easily twice as large as their own. It was rather disturbing to have neighbors intruding upon a place she had considered special, and she guessed that the spot was not such a mystery after all. It was still early summer, and she figured the house-boating season was only just getting under way. Somehow it disheartened her to think of the small lagoon being filled with houseboats and people.
Staring out across the water at the other houseboat, she wondered who it was that had come in so early that morning, and apparently so quietly. She had not heard anything that sounded vaguely like another boat, but then she remembered that she had been sleeping very soundly, too. Yet, she wondered also why she wasn't hearing any sounds then from the other boat, as a boat that size had to be carrying a large family. But there were no children or dogs in sight, only the large hulk of a two story houseboat, and the occupants had to be sleeping or gone.
She stopped staring, spreading her towel out on the deck, a funny feeling of disappointment in the pit of her belly. She had thought they would be alone in the lagoon for a few days at least, but with the new intruders, she hoped they would leave that day. It wouldn't be the same with a boatload of neighbors.
Lying down on her stomach, Gail let the warmth of the sun become the dominant thought in her mind. Her hair needed drying for one thing, and then too, she had more important things to think about than some other big old houseboat.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Ron Wilson made the tricky maneuver of putting his houseboat into the small channel earlier that morning, he'd expected to find the "fun spot" empty of other craft. After motoring to the lagoon and seeing the small houseboat moored at the far end, he had called excitedly to Laura, "Hey, baby! We're not the only ones here!"
Laura joined him in the wheel-house, her robe flying open so as to expose her naked body as she hurried to see what her husband found so exciting.
"Well, I'll be," she announced upon seeing the other craft.
"Should I give them a blast?" Ron reached for the button that would sound the loud horn installed in his boat.
"Oh, Ron, wait," pleaded Laura quickly. "What if they're not club members? Or they might still be sleeping, too." She didn't think any of the other club members could be arriving so early, but then there was a chance.
"Who else could it be?" asked Ron seriously. He was remembering how they all had to be so careful in calculating the spot where the inlet was, and then, too, every year at least one of the big boats ended up beached in the process of trying to maneuver into the inlet. "Nobody in the entire world knows about this spotexcept for club members!"
"Maybe... Up until now!" she answered. "Why don't we all just wait until we know for sure, huh?"
Ron agreed, and he had gone ahead and moored his houseboat about fifty yards away from the other, just to keep a safe distance. Laura had put a possible notion into his head, and he was willing to go along with it. She might have been right after all, and neither liked the idea of strangers being at the club's "fun spot". He hoped it wasn't true, as they would have to be chased out, or the week would be ruined.
Ron and Laura took turns keeping the pair of binoculars trained on the other houseboat. They worked their spy technique from the privacy of the living room.
Laura had been watching the boat for a long time, and she was beginning to tire a little. She suggested fixing something to eat or drink so that Ron would relieve her of the task of watching through the binoculars. He ordered a salty-dog, then picked up the binoculars to scout the boat. Laura hadn't brought him the drink yet when he caught sight of something moving on the little craft. He focused the binoculars on the front end, just as someone appeared at the doorway to the deck.
"Whoooiieee! Hot dog, baby! I think we've got a hot one..." he hollered excitedly. "Mmm, get a load of that little ass, will ya! Just look at it, man!"
Laura ran over to the window where Ron was up tight against the glass with the binoculars. "Who is it?" she asked. "A club member? Let's see! Who is it?"
"Hold on," said Ron. "Just one second here. She's going around to the back of the boat... Can't see her now... Oh, yeah, here she comes again... She's up on the roof now... Oh, yeah... Nice body... very, very nice!"
Laura literally jerked the binoculars from the sweaty hands of her husband. "Damnit! Who is she!" she yelled, trying to locate the houseboat through the binoculars. She finally zeroed in on the girl and watched her spreading atowel out on the deck. Ron was right, thought Laura, the girl was really sharp... too sharp!
"I don't recognize her, Ron," she said. "Tough luck. She's not one of us. I'm sure of it." She was emphatic about this as she kept the binoculars on the girl, watching her stretching out on her belly on the roof of the boat. Finally, she handed the glasses back to her husband.
"I know... I see that! I'd certainly remember her if she was in our club!" he said, grabbing the field glasses and focusing them in on the girl. "Sun bathing... mmmmm... wonder where her husband is?" he pointedly added.
"She's probably another one of those single chicks! Remember lover boy, if she's without a partner for me, no fooling around!" Laura returned to the bar where she had left the half-made drinks. She was almost certain that the girl on the other houseboat had a husband, but she was glad for the opportunity to say something sharp to Ron. It was a kind of sincere insurance of a sort, buying his assistance in getting the couple so excited over discovering the girl. It was like he was a boy playing a game, only the stakes in his game were very much adult. "Listen, lover, I think we should go easy on this one... Remember, the rest of the club members could be arriving here any time now, and if we can't score immediately with the strangers, well, it could really spoil the rest of the week for us!"
Ron set the binoculars down as he took his drink from Laura, and he smiled up at her in a way she fully understood. She was right, of course, but the fun of finding a new couple, and making it with them, was not an easy thing to pass up. All the same, he decided to go slow and easy, at least to start.
"Suppose you and I have a barbecue lunch on shore this afternoon, baby? That way we might draw them out without approaching them ourselves. What do you say?" He took a sip of his drink, knowing that his sexy wife would be more than cooperative.
"I say you're an old lecher!" she replied, and then she added softly, sensuously, "But I agree with your tactics... It just might work..."
"Gail?"
Jack was climbing the ladder to the roofdeck, and she considered the possibility of pretending to sleep. She wasn't yet ready to confront her husband. Not after the way things had gotten so out of hand the night before. But she knew it was senseless to try and fool him. She rolled over onto her back as she stepped onto the deck, and she shielded her eyes from the bright sun in order to be able to see him clearly.
"Wow! Really slept well... Did you see that we have some new neighbors?" He pointed out toward the large houseboat, as if Gail could have missed it.
"It's too bad, isn't it..." she answered sarcastically. Seeing him standing there in his swim trunks made her angry all over again, and she felt like telling him off for what he'd done to her last night.
"Looks like it's only a couple... That's a lot of boat for two people!" said Jack, ignoring her comment completely.
Gail turned to see what he was talking about. It didn't make sense to her that he would know who was on the boat. The boat still looked deserted, and she was about to ask him how he knew who belonged with it, when she saw the smoke from the fire on the beach. From her angle it was difficult to make out any details, but it was obvious there was a couple preparing to cook something over a big fire.
"I didn't notice them leaving the boat... Must have been dozing," she said. She didn't really care who the people were, as she was only interested in leaving the place now... now that there were others in the once private and remote romantic river hollow.
Jack was curious, though, but he decided not to let on to Gail. She was obviously not in the same mood she'd been in the evening before. "I was going to take a swim," he said softly, slightly changing the subject. "What about you, babe?"
She turned around again to look at him, and she thought quickly for an excuse to say no. If she stayed around him too long at this particular moment, she was sure she would not be able to contain her temper.
"No thanks," she said evenly. "My hair just dried." She ran her fingers through the long silky strands of her mane. "I don't want to get it wet again..."
"Okay by me," said Jack cheerfully. He knew better than to pursue it any further, and he turned to go back down the ladder. He didn't want her to see the disappointment he was feeling, and it suddenly became apparent to him that she hadn't changed after all. Gail was still the same uptight woman she'd been before he'd fucked her from between the backs of her legs the previous night, and he had been wrong thinking otherwise. It was deflating, for now he wasn't sure he was up to making enough of an effort to get to her again.
Gail felt terribly guilty as she watched her husband disappear down the ladder. She was confused by the mixed emotions she felt, wanting to be both angry and conciliatory at the same time. She started to call after him, wanting to ask him to take her to bed and fuck her until she screamed with joy, but she caught herself, remembering that such a suggestion was wanton and lewd. It wasn't fitting for a proper woman to be so brazen, and she turned over on her stomach, trying to blot out the tingling sensation that was growing again in her belly. She just couldn't understand what made her feel that way.
Hearing a splash, she raised her head up slightly to see what it was, and she saw Jack swimming in the river toward the beach. So he was going over to the spot where the couple was preparing a meal, she thought to herself. Somehow the idea of his doing that made her mad again and she quickly forgot about the burning sensation in her loins. She wanted to leave the place, in spite of the fact that they would probably not find another like it during the whole vacation, but he was swimming to the beach to make friends with the strangers. If they were half-way nice, she knew that Jack would want to stay on.
Keeping her chin down on the towel in case Jack would turn around and look back at her, she watched as he swam slowly to the beach. In a few moments he was standing up out of the water, and the man on the beach was walking toward him, his hand gesturing like he should come to where they were cooking. Jack did turn around and look back at her, but she was sure he didn't know she was watching. Then he waded forward, onto the beach, shaking the water from his arms. In another moment he was standing next to the man from the large houseboat, and they were both talking animatedly. Jack kept shaking his head as if to say 'No' about something but the man was apparently being very insistent. He turned around and called out something that Gail couldn't hear, but then she realized that he had been calling to his wife. A very attractive woman appeared from behind a screen of reeds, and even at that distance Gail could see that the woman was indeed sexy. She was wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, and Gail knew that Jack's eyes had to be popping out of his head. Both her husband and the man walked to where the woman stood, and Jack took the woman's hand, shaking it almost too vigorously. Gail hated the woman right then!
It was apparent they had invited Jack to eat with them and it made Gail so mad she stood up on deck, taking her towel up with her in an angry sweep. She wasn't about to lay there watching as he ate with the strangers! She headed for the ladder to go below and fix herself the best meal possible on board the boat.
CHAPTER SIX
Jack didn't get back until early evening, and when he climbed on board he was not only dripping wet from the return swim, but elated with the news of who he'd met on shore.
"Do you know," he exclaimed hardly at all interested in even drying himself, "who those people are?"
Gail tried to remain neutral even though deep down inside she was furiously jealous already of what she was about to hear. For she'd spent the rest of the afternoon fuming about how her husband had left her alone on the boat while he went off and enjoyed himself, seemingly without a single care in the world.
"They just happen to be," he continued without any word from Gail, "Ron and Laura Wilson!"
"So, who are Ron and Laura Wilson?!" Gail blurted, barely keeping control of her anger. She'd never heard of either one of them.
Jack explained in no uncertain terms that Ron Wilson was one of the most important architects in the state, and maybe even in that part of the country, and that Laura was one of the prettiest women he'd ever in all his life laid his eyes on.
Well, that was the topper! Gail could barely keep from shoving him back overboard right then! "Oh, humph!" she grunted, and she turned and disappeared down into the cabin. A moment later she re-emerged and as Jack was about to ask her what was bothering her, she jumped overboard, calling back softly from the water below, "I'm just going for aswim... see you later..."
She made her way quickly through the water, her body suddenly cooled by its refreshing qualities, her anger and jealousy subsiding. When she arrived on shore in the moonlight she looked down the length of her wet sleek form and waited for the warm night air to dry her.
She then found a private place on the beach, somewhere to stretch out and let her mind relax. She was out of sight of both boats and she felt private and alone.
She didn't know what made her think of it, perhaps her still wet bathing suit, but she was suddenly remembering how Jack's hot breath had felt against her excited naked vagina. He had been so close to her sensual private parts, and she had turned him away, even though she had really wanted him to lick her there. Just thinking about it made her tiny clitoris start to tingle again, and she realized how hypocritical she had been the night before. She had denied herself pleasure that she wanted, and, even worse than that, she had made Jack feel bad for wanting to give her that pleasure. She had really been unfair to both of them, and she thought her actions had actually been selfish and cruel. She hadn't considered his feelings at all, but in retrospect she could more clearly see what had happened.
Moving her hand to the area between her inner thighs as if to check on the dampness of her swim-suit, Gail touched the surface of the material, and she felt the contact of her hand against her aroused nerve-end, even through the swim-suit. It felt good, and she let her hand linger there, her finger pressing harder and harder into the narrow crevice of her pussy through the material. The heated throbbing sensation raced upward infusingly through her belly, igniting a flame that burned hotter than she could control.
She needed the complete experience she had almost attained with her husband the night before, and she wanted it bad. She felt in a world apart, and she lifted her firm rounded buttocks up from the sand, slipping her fingers under the elastic top of her swimsuit panties. She started to roll the damp material down over her smoothly arched hips when she was frozen by the sound of human voices. It was as if someone was standing right next to her, and she looked around frantically, expecting that she had been discovered in a most compromised position.
She could see no one, however, and for a moment she wondered if she'd imagined the voices. Then, again came the sound of someone talking and she stood to see if she could locate the exact source. She curiously parted some tall grasses in front of her and peered across a portion of the inland shore and discovered only a few feet away, previously hidden by the dense grass wall between them and her, a couple stretched out naked--completely naked--on a blanket.
Gail was afraid to move for fear the people would discover her, as she was sure she could reach out and touch the man's buttocks, he was so close. Her eyes were all that moved, shifting back and forth from the man to the woman, her natural curiosity making her wonder who they were.
The woman looked like Laura Wilson Gail was almost sure as even though she had only seen her from a distance earlier that day, there was just no mistaking the woman's sexy body. It was the man that she wasn't sure about, as he somehow didn't fit the picture she had of Ron Wilson. He looked thinner than the man she'd seen that afternoon on the beach greeting her husband. He had his back to her, but she saw that his muscles were pronounced and strong, his whole body looking tan from top to bottom. His hair was light and sandy, and she could have sworn that Ron Wilson had dark hair, but she guessed that the man had to be him, for as far as she knew there were no other people around.
Shifting her gaze back to the woman, Gail looked her over carefully, wondering what she possessed that had made Jack talk incessantly about her. It was true she was a strikingly beautiful woman, and she looked particularly sensual in the moonlight. She was lying on her side with one shapely white leg bent at the knee, and Gail could see the soft silken triangle of her sparsely curling pubic hair. She was moving her legs up and down along the blanket as if to stroke it, and her hands were out toward the man. Gail caught a vocal gasp before it came from her mouth, as she suddenly realized that the woman was fondling the man's loins.
Gail turned her head away from the slight division in the grass, knowing she could somehow steal away and leave the couple with their privacy. It was wrong to be watching them from a hidden vantage point, and yet the idea of being able to observe without being seen herself was too tempting to pass up. She felt compelled to stay put, her curiosity getting the better of her judgment. Knowing it was wrong, she nonetheless turned her head back toward the opening in the reeds, telling herself that she was only going to be sure that she had seen correctly. It was, she reasoned, an opportunity to find out what Jack's new idol was really like.
The man had rolled onto his back, his head propped on a large beach-type plastic pillow, and seeing his face surprised Gail. He didn't look at all like she had thought, and she was momentarily wondering how he could have looked so different from a distance, but she stopped wondering when the woman suddenly spoke.
"You have a handsome cock," she said, and Gail shifted her eyes to the man's groin, feeling her heart pounding as she stared at the stranger's exposed nakedness. The woman, Laura Wilson, was now kneeling beside the man, and her small slender hand was wrapped tightly around his erect, hard penis! It's thickened head seemed to glow purple even in the pale light of the moon, and Gail thought it looked even bigger than her husband's. The vein-lined, fleshy hardness was throbbing and tall, standing straight up from his otherwise flat pelvis like a totem pole. The narrow slit at the very tip seemed to open and close as the woman's hand lewdly stroked the member evenly from around the thick base, his tan pubic hair flattening against his groin as she worked her hand slowly up and down again and again. The man was staring down at the woman, a cool glare in his eyes from the manipulations of his long rigid cock, and Gail breathlessly guessed that the woman was about to take the man's desire-hardened cock into her mouth!
God, she thought, it was wrong to be spying like a sick voyeur on the naked couple as she was, but her brain whirled with visions of forbidden sexual encounters the likes of which she had never dreamed possible. She had to see if the wanton acting woman would really do such a base, animal thing as take the man's prick right into her mouth. It couldn't really be true, she thought, but in the next moment she found out how wrong she could be!
Laura was emitting a groan of lascivious pleasure, and she leaned forward toward the thick jutting rod of blood-filled hard flesh, until her large, nipple-hardened white breasts were swaying just above the huge pole. She moved lower, positioning her resilient hanging breasts until they were on either side of his throbbing penis, and squeezing them lewdly around it like she was making a sandwich, she began to stroke the long thick column of his hardened cock with her warm pliant flesh. The purplish head of his hard jerking prick disappeared into the smooth deep valley of creaminess between her lush rounded breasts, and then reappeared as she moved her upper torso up and down.
Gail thought she saw the berry-like nipples of Laura's manipulating supple breasts to be erect and pink, and the whole scene seemed to be a strange, licentiously abandoned ritual the woman was performing over the man's huge, idol-like phallus. He had a fixed smile on his face as he stared at his throbbing cock being obscenely massaged by the naked woman's large enveloping white breasts, but he suddenly arched his hips up, forcing the bulbous head of his pulsating cock to nearly touch the woman's chin. She backed off for a moment, then opened her lovely mouth forming an "O" with her moist red-rimmed lips and bending down slightly, she suddenly flicked her tingly tongue out at the turgid glistening head of his throbbing cock.
For an instant the whole bizarre scent tilted crazily before her eyes, and Gail felt faint. It was just too unbelievable, seeing not at arm's length away from her own body the nakedly lewd sexual play of a couple of strangers. She knew she could leave then and return to her houseboat and Jack, but she was held by the salaciousness of the spellbinding sight, almost as if she were some sort of iron and the couple in front of her a powerfully strong magnet!
The man's breast-engulfed cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of the woman's obscenely laving tongue. She licked hungrily up and down the full length of his throbbing penis, occasionally stopping to flick out wantonly across the very tip where tiny drops of his passion-oozing semen appeared. It was as if she were whipping the hard genital flesh into submissiveness as she lustfully painted it over with her warm, glistening saliva. When the man moaned like a beaten animal, she withdrew her softly lashing, wet tongue and lowered her head until the thick moistened tip of his penis disappeared slowly up inside the woman's roundly ovaled lips. Instantly, she started sucking and licking his cock as if it were an ice-cream cone, while one of her small hands stroked the jerking penis around its wide solid base. Then, she did something that Gail could hardly believe.
The woman bobbed her head downwards, whimpering sensually at the same time, and she took nearly the whole length of the man's long, thick cock into her sucking throat. Her white-skinned cheeks bloated out and drew in as she sucked in a sluttish fury on the solid pole of hardened male flesh and when she raised her head up again, she left a long trail of white teeth marks along half its thick, rigid length. Then picking up a rhythm, her head bounced up and down licentiously on the man's straining cock, her soft, lipstick rimmed lips tightly rolling in and out as she ardently sucked with all her might. She began to massage the soft skin of his sperm weighted balls with her other hand and she was caught up in obvious sexual frenzy that became more and more intense with each passing second. Without breaking her timing, Laura moved around until her knees invitingly straddled either side of the passion-dazed man's face, her open, wet vagina clearly exposed to Gail's view.
Her own heart was pounding so fast that Gail thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and she was surprised that the couple in front of her did not respond accordingly. Unconsciously, she began to rub her tingling thighs together, acting like a hot little unaware teenager, and her fingers worked like velvety pincers on the swollen flush lips of her vagina. It was almost as if she had Jack's head up between her legs again, his hot breath blowing passionately across her aroused tiny clitoris like a satanic wind from hell.
The man didn't have to raise his head an inch from the pillow, as the woman lewdly spread her knees until his opened mouth was pressed into the soft, delicate pink folds of her wet glistening cunt. Almost instantly, his long masculine tongue flicked out into the fleece surrounded mound, and the woman wiggled her lush, spread buttocks in eager response to the lascivious pleasure. He reached around her smooth firm thighs with both arms, and digging his fingers into the crevice of her round white buttocks, he spread the twin moons apart as though to gain better access for his wildly flicking tongue.
Gail felt an awakening shudder of pure sensuality run up her spine as the tiny puckered ring of the woman's tight little anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the brownish-pink flanges of rubbery flesh lewdly expand and contract in the pale light. Below, it she watched the man's long slashing wet tongue moving in the pink gash of the naked girl's obscenely spread vaginal entrance, and it suddenly disappeared into the moist sensitive opening, driving deep up into her moistly receptive cunt. Somehow Gail could imagine how that slicking hot tongue would feel pushing into her own sensuously incited pussy, and she thought she would go insane with the billows of lust that were taking hold of her burning body.
The woman moaned from deep in her greedily sucking throat without taking her slaving mouth from around the thick rigid column of cock-flesh, and she seemed to suck harder, the passion in her belly growing with obviously mounting pleasure from the deliciously spearing tongue fucking the man was giving her. They were locked together in the salaciously exciting position, the woman above the man, nakedly rolling and jerking, as he was arching up, driving his huge thickness into her voraciously sucking oral cave. The tempo was increasing constantly as they moved in the sensual oral-fucking of each other's pleasure-filled genitals.
Gail's belly was burning with a passionate flame of lust she had never known before, and she stared at the nakedly sucking couple in glazed compliance, wondering if she had not become, in her own passivity of voyeurism, as lecherous and debauched a woman as it was possible for her to sink.
Suddenly, she felt she had to let her swollen, palpitating breasts free and she almost threw the damp fabric of her bathing suit away in her frenzy to remove it from her released, full white breasts. Her twin tingling mounds stood out firmly round in the dull light, their pink nipples hard and excited, and she cupped each one of them in her enthusiastic palms, feeling them alive and sensually pulsing to her touch. Taking the tiny hardened tips of the nipples in her thumbs and forefingers, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full, sensorial delights of her aroused young body. It was like she was testing herself to see if she was only dreaming up the entire bizarre scene on the other side of the reeds.
The woman's lovely head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her covetous grip on the huge thick column of hardened cock-flesh moving with ever swifter strokes as she swung her obscenely spread white buttocks in circles over the man's lust-provoking long furiously probing tongue. He was flicking it into the moist passage of her glistening cunt like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and his fingers were enticingly probing into the softness between the cheeks of her glowing ass. She wiggled her tight ovaled buttocks back against his teasing fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, the man suddenly squeezed tightly at the highly kneadable flesh between the woman's openly rolling buttocks.
Gail saw the fingers lewdly, excitedly sinking into the soft cheeks of glowing moon flesh, and watched as the fingers worked hearty rubbing into the buttocks while his tongue continued to roll rhythmically up and down the channel of the woman's now profusely juicing cunt flesh.
This never before seen lewd spectacle sent rippling shudders of intensively titillating thrills up and down Gail's spine, and with each rub that the man worked on the woman's cheeks, Gail, too, felt a kind of pressure and excitement in her own heating buttocks. Suddenly, she released one hand-hold on her breast to push the bottom of her swimsuit down over the smooth arch of her hips. When she got the material to her knees, she kicked her long white legs to work it all the way down and off, wanting to have complete freedom of movement with her naked shapely legs. She pointed her right knee up in the air, white she pressed her left leg into the sand. It made her hot sensitive inner-thighs open and completely accessible to her whimsy, and without the slightest hesitation, she ran her hand down, then up between her firm smooth thighs until her slender trembling fingers were pressing into the wet soft folds of her hotly burning pussy. The silken pubic curls were damp with her flow of lubricating fluid, and the sensuous swelling mound of genital flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her eagerly hedonistic hand. Her finger tips brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her pink quivering clitoris and she gasped at the unexpected shock the overwhelming erotic contact brought. The twinge of guilt that flickered through her conscience was immediately overcome by the agonized terrible frustration of her need.
Gail thought that the naked, obscenely connected couple surely had to be near an end in their oral fucking, and she voyeuristically waited for the climactic moment to occur, but before she realized fully what was happening, she abruptly saw another man approaching the pair. She was shocked into a frozen position once again, as the impossible began to happen before her eyes. The man coming up the beach also was completely naked, smiling as though he'd just finished some devilish trick, and his huge cock was standing out from his groin fully erect. What was particularly shocking to Gail was the fact that she fully believed the man was Ron Wilson! It meant that the other man having oral sex with Laura had to be someone else after all! Gail thought for sure that Ron Wilson would probably kill the man who was lashing his tongue into and out of Laura's pussy, but it was nothing like that at all!
Ron lumbered up to the lewdly oral copulating couple, his smile never heaving his face, and the even more amazing thing was that he stood and watched them for a moment, his hand wrapped luridly around his own long, thick cock, and he was stroking it into full erection. Then, suddenly, he was standing behind his naked, obscenely bent and engaged wife, and the man beneath her licentiously positioned body moved the pillow out from under his head, dropping his lashing tongue from her openly wet, clasping pussy at the same time. It was like they were performing a well rehearsed pose, for the moment the man's head was down, Ron knelt behind his wife's smoothly rounded buttocks, his immensely throbbing cock pointing directly up into the space between her thighs. Laura never once stopped her voracious sucking of the other man's prick-thickness, but instead raised the level of her wantonly splayed buttocks even higher, as if to meet her husband's huge cock half-way!
Gail was suddenly remembering how Jack had fucked her doggie-style, and it appeared that Ron was going to do that same thing to his wife, only with one major difference: Laura was still sucking another man's cock at the same time! But the actions that followed made Gail realize that she had been totally wrong in her guess...
Ron casually dug his thick fingers into the deep smooth crevice dividing Laura's round trembling cheeks, and he harshly spread them wide apart, exposing her tiny working anal lips once again. Gail had seen the man under Laura driving his fingers in and out of her accepting cheeks, and that had been more than she could take. But suddenly, Ron's intentions were very, very clear! His massive throbbing penis was headed directly for the tight little naked ring of Laura Wilson's back passage! The tiny hole was stretched wide, open and quivering, even nibbling in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full, round buttocks, and she hadn't for a moment stopped her hungry sucking of the other man's cock!
What Ron Wilson seemed about to do deliciously horrified Gail. She couldn't believe it was possible, and she never in a thousand years believed that something so hard and so thick could ever fit into the tiny little hole back therenot that way; it would split her rectum in half! She was frozen with excited apprehension at that instant, while she watched him, his giant hardened cock moving up between his wife's wide-spread buttocks.
For an instant, she thought positively she was going to scream, that she would not be able to keep her horror to herself, that the agony she was experiencing, a combination of guilt and vicarious anguish about that which was about to occur, would overwhelm her.
She pulled on her bikini bottom and searched the tall grass for her top. Finding it, lacing it on without another look back at the lewd happenings behind the tall grasses, she started aimlessly and hurriedly off toward the shoreline. A strange realm of silence ruled the beach and the tall grasses everywhere around, and the spell was something which Gail found peaceful compared the rate at which her heart had been pounding.
She realized suddenly that she'd been running, a sweat on her shoulders and a drop of salty perspiration from her brow being the evidence, and then, just as she reached the water's edge, there came the one sound she'd dreaded to hear, proof positive of the scene to which she'd blinded herself, a blood-curdling wail, a kind of bemoaning screech, something like a whimper and a roar combined, and there was no denying that despite that fact she'd left the spectacle, it continued in all its furious hot sensuality, and for an instant she could, once again, picture Laura Wilson's lips wrapped wetly around a throbbing prick, another hearty stiffness jamming forward into the wicked and forbidden space between her buns, and with that thought, and yet another agony-ecstasy wail echoing across the shore, she ducked into the cool water and swam, as much as possible with her head under water so as not to have to listen, back to the placid stillness of her houseboat and to the more gentle company of her loving husband.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next late morning found Ron Wilson and his young wife Laura aboard their houseboat. Ron was considering: "You know, I like that fellow, Jack Hall. I think I'm gonna do him a little favor."
"Like what?" asked his sexy wife, pulling her housecoat closed around her hips as she strutted across the cabin to pour herself another cup of coffee. "By the way, darling, thanks for last night," she added, glancing downwards at her full right bun, indicating appreciation.
"Oh, sure," said Ron. "Of course." But his response was somewhat absentminded. "Listen," he snapped, "I want you to do me a favor. You're gonna have lunch here with Jack Hall. Just something casual."
"What about you?" moaned Laura Wilson, putting down her cup of coffee. "I suppose you're gonna say," she realized suddenly, "I know what you're gonna do. You're gonna set up that little"
"Now, now, just calm down. You do whatever you like with Jack, and I'll be doing him a favor over on his boat. Get it?"
She smiled lecherously. "Got it!"
As per Wilson's plan, Jack Hall arrived for lunch with lovely Laura. Naturally, he was somewhat surprised to discover that he was alone on the large houseboat with the pretty brunette. The invitation, extended that morning by Ron himself, had been an especially nice one, and he'd had a hard time refusing. He'd purposefully left Gail behind, thinking as Ron had suggested to himthat she could "use some time alone". Anyhow, he'd suspected nothing when he sat down to dine with the luscious Mrs. Wilson.
"You know," she was saying, "your wife really isn't as inhibited as the picture you drew of her yesterday."
"I don't know what you mean," said Jack, suddenly a little defensive, putting down his fork and waiting for the beautiful face across from him to explain. "Well," she said, "I don't want you to be upset, but right now, over on your boat, my husband is entertaining your wife!"
"What?!" Jack was up and out of his chair. "Ha," he said, sitting down and catching himself. "Oh, sure, nice joke, Laura. Oh, you two sure do know how to get a man's blood running."
"No really," insisted Laura. "It's kind of a forced swap. Ron's always setting up these things, getting people and their lives stirred up."
She seemed so casual about the way she was telling him this that he found it almost credible. Perhaps Ron Wilson really was over there on his boat right now, trying to get something out of his wife... But Gail was so inhibited, what difference did it make? After all, if he couldn't get her to fuck him dog-style without a bottle of champagne, what luck was a total stranger going to have in the middle of the afternoon?
But the image haunted him and finally he put down his fork and said to Laura Wilson, "Look, let me get this straight. Your husband invited me to lunch with you so that I could hear you tell me he's fucking my wife?"
"Not exactly," qualified Laura. "It's just that he has a way with inhibited girls. And he likes to fuck beautiful bodies. And so do I!" She reached out and let her fingers play lightly along his forearm.
"So my wife is over there balling your husband right now? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" The blood was rushing into his head. "I don't believe it." He shook his head. "Not after all these years of her being so hung up about it. I just don't believe it.
"Well then, you probably won't believe it when I tell you that I'd like to fuck you right now eh?"
"No," he shook his head, blushing profusely, "I don't believe that either."
"Then maybe we just better finish lunch, hey?" She smiled and looked even more beautiful than before.
After lunch, the shock beginning to wear off, his disbelief about to be tested, Jack and Laura had gone up above to the top deck of the boat. "Come on," she suddenly challenged, "let's swim over and see how they're doing! I'll race you!"
Before he could say another word, Laura Wilson had her housecoat off and had jumped overboard in her bikini, and in the water her silvery flesh began to move across the narrow distance separating the two boats. He could only follow the suit, jumping in behind her and trying hard to catch up.
He put on his best form in the water, but he was only able to get to the front deck of his boat at the same time she arrived there. He quickly jumped up onto the deck, then turned around to help Laura. She held her hand up to him and as he lifted her up out of the water he couldn't help staring at her firmly rounded breasts. The bikini top she was wearing was so tight that it forced most of the softly giving flesh to protrude around it, and he was secretly hoping that the strap holding it might break.
"Thank you, Jack, darling," said Laura, intentionally. She knew that he expected his wife to be within ear-shot, and she wanted to see if he would cringe from her choice of words. He did, but only slightly.
Jack turned toward the door to the cabin, wondering if Gail was waiting in the living area, but he didn't see her inside. He motioned to Laura to follow him, and as he entered he started to call Gail's name... but the sound he heard stopped him in his tracks!
"Oooooouuuu... yessssss... fuck me like that, daddddyyyyy... fuck me hard...."
It was Gail's voice!
He didn't want to believe that he had heard her words correctly, but somehow, he knew it was true! He completely forgot about Laura Wilson in his excitement to get to the back of the boat where the bedroom was, so he didn't notice her beginning to slip out of her bikini.
"Oooohh... Oo-oh! Fuck! Yessss... Like that!" she groaned as Ron Wilson drove his long thick cock to the very depths of her passionately inflamed cuntal passage. He had entered her hot, wet channel with his mammoth rod of hardened, heavy-veined flesh ever so slowly, and it had seemed to take hours. He had finally bottomed out to both of their salacious joy as Jack came running into the room.
"Wh-What the hell...!" Jack couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife's naked, obscenely spread body, her long shapely legs jackknifed back to her shoulders, and Ron Wilson's pounding his strong hips down between them... actually fucking her! He was stunned and he staggered backwards in total disbelief, his mind spinning in an attempt to make sense from the scene. His shout stopped Ron's glistening thick cock-shaft in the process of withdrawl from her wetly clasping cunt, and he half-turned to look back over his shoulder at Jack. Gail was so aroused that she hadn't even heard her husband's shout, but she looked over at him when Ron ceased his pleasure-bringing sawing motion into her burning pussy.
"So, you're finished, are you?" Ron casually said to Jack, and he motioned with his eyes down at Gail under him. "She's not bad at all... How'd you like my wife?"
Jack was dumbfounded. Ron was... was suggesting that he'd been fucking Laura... that, supposedly, to excuse what he was doing there in the cabin to Gail! But he knew he hadn't done a damn thing with the other man's wife... as much as it might have crossed his mind. Did Ron really believe that he had...?
Christ! He didn't know what to do; it was all so shockingly confusing! And the worst of it was that his wife was obviously going right out of her mind in her goddamned fornication with Ron Wilson! She... she had never been like that for him! All he could think to do was to tell Gail to stop and to have Laura explain that they'd done nothing, even though all the explanations in the world couldn't undo what was already done! Then, when he turned to call to Laura, he abruptly realized that both he and Gail had been tricked! Laura was standing right behind him... totally naked!
Christ! With her looking like that, how could he possibly say that nothing had happened between them and make even Gail believe it?
"Damn! Am I going fucking crazy?!" he chokingly rasped. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Come on, Jack, boy! Don't be a child... Join the party," said Ron, turning back around to get on with what he'd started with Gail.
"Gail! How could you? You?" He was lost for words, as she was obviously not listening to him anyway. She was totally and completely absorbed with the thorough, adulterous fucking she was getting from Ron Wilson. He'd somehow managed to get to her in a way that he himself had only dreamed of. He felt like hitting someone, or something, but he was ragingly lost to figure out just what to do! It was Laura Wilson herself who answered his need, as if she had been reading his awe-stricken mind all along.
"Why don't you take her little asshole, Jack darling? I'll wager she's still virgin back there!" Her remark was slightly catty, but it struck him as the answer to his complete frustration. He would be able to finally get Gail in a way that was as obscene as possible, and it would serve her right for being so up-tight all these past months and years.
"Goddamn it! I will!" he hollered, pushing his swimsuit down over his hips. His cock was all ready half-hard from the licentious spectacle taking place on his bed, and it was jerking into solid erection just from thinking about sodomizing his cheating young wife's tender, cherry anus! He no longer cared about anything sociable between himself and these other peoplehe only wanted revenge from his young wife. It was all a matter of pride, of pent-up sexual energy that was blinding him to everything else!
"Roll her over, Ron! Now! I'm going to assfuck this sweet, holier-than-thou wife of mine... and settle a few things once and for all!"
His voice was quivering, but there was no mistaking his command. Ron drove his huge, stone-hard cock deep into her seethingly expanded cunt channel, then holding it there, he pulled her tightly against his muscular body and did as her husband had ordered, lecherous sensations racing hotly through his belly and groin. Maybe this was going to work out better than he'd thought. There was nothing that could beat a good dual fuck, especially when the bitch was as delicious as Gail Hall.
Gail suddenly realized that it was actually her husband Jack standing at the foot of the bed, and when he hollered his command she was shocked into complete awareness. Her womb was on fire from the intense efforts of Ron Wilson's immense cock, and when he suddenly rolled over with her, she put together what was happening. Jack intended to sodomize her... fuck her asshole... while Ron Wilson fucked her cunt! Oh, God! It would kill her, she horrifyingly thought, and she groaned out helplessly as Jack moved up onto the bed.
"Oh... noooo... pleeezzzeee...
You'll kill me..." she pleaded, her brain a mass of apprehensive confusion. She had seen Laura standing there, too, and she was naked! Had Jack brought her there that way? Was he surprised to have caught her in the arms of Ron Wilson? Wilson had told her about the trade... but he'd never talked about this, this humiliating, horrifying revelation... and the two of them at once? What was that? No one had said... She'd only wanted to see if she could do better by another man and... Oh, God, it was all too real... too much for her... how could they...?
Ron held her tightly, his long heavy cock impaled to its full length in her sensuously inflamed cunt, and his legs kept her soft, licentiously spread thighs wide apart, leaving her tiny puckered nether hole nakedly exposed to her young husband's perverse assault. She was terrifyingly helpless and she trembled and moaned, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do to save herself from these two lust-filled men!
Jack crawled up between her quivering, wide stretched legs, putting his desire-aroused face close to the hotly joined flesh, seeing Ron's glistening, thick cock buried deep in his wife's wetly locked vagina. Her position was such that the smooth wide cheeks of her rounded buttocks were spread widely apart, exposing her hairless pink virgin anus in the moistened vale just above the viscidly coated stump of cock-flesh buried in her nibbling hair-lined little cunt. She had taken Ron's horrendous cock easy enough, but then, she had never been fucked in the ass before. He knew that it was going to be tight, and without saying a word, he probed into the rubbery snugly resistant orifice with his extended middle finger to prepare it for the greater entry to come.
"Aaaaagghhhh! Nooooo!" Gail painfully grunted, the sudden thrust of his lewdly invading finger into her nether hole searing through her like a hot poker. Yet, even then, her body uncontrollably shivered with lascivious anticipation. Oh, God, she had been wrong and he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his big, long cock into her tiny vaginal rectum... sodomize her... just the way she had seen Ron Wilson doing it to Laura on the beach the night before... only it would be different because Ron was fucking her cunt at the same time! A masochistic excitement took charge of her thoughts as her husband's finger wormed in and out of her defenseless little anus, enlarging the puckered lips for the entrance of his hard thickly punishing cock!
Skewering his finger into the tiny pink hole, Jack suddenly didn't care about the trickery that had brought them into such a situation. The idea of fucking his proud young wife in the ass, making her lose her goddamn, ever present dignity to was what really mattered!
His lustful excitement made him impatient. She was trying vainly to wiggle her buttocks away from the unnatural assault as he screwed his finger in and out of her hot, spongy anal flesh. He could feel Ron's thick, hard cock making short anxious strokes in her moistly expanded vagina through the thin membranous wall which separated the two passages.
He couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his finger, making a lewd hissing pop that excited him further. His churning balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't hurry, and he leaned forward across her smooth, narrow back, the blunt tip of his lust-swollen, chastising cock pushing hard against the softly yielding crevice of her ass cheeks. Ron was tightly holding her and Jack began to slowly worm his pulsating cock-head inside the tiny, slowly stretching opening, his rock hard penis throbbing with salacious desire.
"Uuuuughhhh!" his wife grunted as her husband relentlessly and without mercy expanded the tight rubbery ring of her muscled anus, wondering if she could ever survive this obscene punishment to her sensuously impassioned body. He lurched hard forward again, and suddenly the agonizing pain was too much! She couldn't endure it! It was going to kill her...!
She screamed wildly in useless protest. She tried to squirm away from the mounting torment of pressure, but she was helplessly restrained, completely and totally vulnerable, unable to escape what seemed suddenly to be the most obvious and total defilement her body could endure.
Jack ignored his wife's screaming wails, shoving his lust-angered hips forward with all his strength, suddenly feeling her tightly clenched rectal lips give way to his brutal force. Pushing with all his might, his thick penis-head suddenly burst inside, the tiny ovally stretched mouth snapping onto it like a steel trap.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" Gail cried out as her impaled rectum was salaciously stretched to impossible size, the pain of his sodomizing entry smashing into her brain like a thunder-bolt. She desperately tried to twist away from the cruel invasion, but there was no escaping it. The sudden conflict between pain and weird pleasure was overwhelming; yet somehow it seemed suddenly to be a natural culmination of her resistant experiences. She didn't understand why just then, but she gave up fighting and resigned herself to the horrifyingly accurate punishment.
Jack felt the resistance give way, and lunging with his hips he drove his hardened pole of enraged flesh several inches into the hot, spongy tunnel, making Gail scream again. The strong sphincter muscle of her lewdly expanded anal mouth clamped tightly around his throbbing cock, but it only served to make him more anxious. To punish her completely, he had to bury it all the way to her hot little belly, and shoving forward with all his pent-up lust and anger, his long thick cock plowed smoothly into her vainly resisting rectum, the soft rubbery walls giving and parting before his boring hardness, his groin smashing against and flattening her white trembling buttocks.
"Uuuuuggh! Fuuccckkk! Oo-oh! Nnnnooo-oh!"
Gail suddenly felt as if a sizzling hot crowbar had cruelly been jammed into her rectum, like someone was trying to split her in two. Her entire cock-impaled loins were stretched inhumanly with two monsters hungrily throbbing to tear at her soft quaking belly, sandwiching her helplessly between. Yet, the initial pain in her forever stretched rectum didn't affect the intensively raging heat in her lust-fired body at all; in fact, it masochistically heightened the already fantastic ecstasy... an erotic blend of pain and passion, and the vibrant sensations in her quivering, hot belly seemed to rebound with frantic joy.
"Damn! Start fuckin' her, will you?" complained Ron Wilson from underneath, his aching prick pulsating with furious excitement.
"Christ! It's so fucking tight!" Jack gasped, his rectum-clenched penis throbbing with urgency, wanting to fuck deeper and deeper into her hot, buttery clutching channel of anal flesh. The tip of his anally squeezed cock seemed to tingle with frenzied lust and he arched his hips back, awkwardly trying to pick up the rhythm of the soaring thick prick fucking from beneath up into his wife's wet steaming cunt.
Laura Wilson had leaned close to watch Jack's sodomizing penis skewering into Gail's tiny and now licentiously stretched anus, the salacious rape causing her to pant in covetous lust. Gail's wet loins seemed to be impossibly expanded by the two huge, plunging thick hard cocks. The elastic-like raw flesh of her asshole and cunt had flowered open to the twin assault, however, and Gail's cries suddenly began to change in tone. She was liking it... loving it, even!
Laura moved around the bed so that she could clearly see Gail's pretty face, and the image she saw was almost unreal. Her eyes were shut, then open, and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them. Her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around her parted lips, and the tension was that of extreme erotic pleasurenot pain! The transformation was complete, she was sure, and Laura had to share in the wild abandonment!
It was as if all of her had become a great receptacle, Gail hazily imagined: her mind, her arms, her legs, thighs breasts, belly, loins and every minute pore that was a part of her sensuously young body was aroused. It was all open and willing and ready to have the fantastic bliss that was being showered up on her. She loved it, and the more bizarre the better.
The two pounding, pleasure-bringing pricks were driving relentlessly into her responding genitals, one cramming beautifully into her rectum, while simultaneously the other drove wildly into her passionately burning vagina. She was being buffeted about between them like a helpless rag-doll as they furiously strained toward their climaxes, while she began to undulate her whole sensuously inspired body between the two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in tiny abandoned circles.
"Oh... God... Oh... Fuck me! Oh, yesss! Fuck me hard... Both of you!"
She screamed and the two men seemed to answer her request with thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep into her hot, tumultuous belly at the same time, then again withdrawing their hugely throbbing cocks, only to plunge faster... and deeper... again... and again!
Ron Wilson's hips would angle up, shoving his long thick penis into the depths of her vaginal channel, while at the same time her young husband pushed down and in from behind, his racing, heavy cock probing hotly into the fleshy tunnel of her desperately clutching ravished ass, the two pinching her tightly together until they again withdrew. It was more erotic and wild than anything she thought possible, and she squeezed rectally and cuntally at the twinly burrowing cocks, wanting desperately to milk them both of the white hot male cum they contained. Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of sensual passion, but when suddenly she saw the silky triangle of feminine pubic hair moving close to her lips, she understood immediately who it was and what was to be done then.
Laura spread her shapely, long white legs out wide, positioning her seething wet cunt so that it was open and accessible to the impaled young woman's lush, tongue-moistened lips, and she wailed excitedly as Gail quickly flicked out her pink, little hot tongue at the glistening coral-hued crevice between her flushed, hair-fringed cuntal lips. The beautiful young girl was like a wild bitch-animal, anxious to lap up the aroused vaginal secretions that flowed hotly from the older woman's cunt. Her tiny pink tongue snaked into the wet velvety flesh like a hot probe, sliding smoothly down the feverish liquid-like valley until it found the gaping hole, sucking all of the warm juices wantonly into her mouth to savor, and then, stretching her little tongue its full length, she thrust it deeply up into the excitedly steaming passage, while her lips sucked voraciously at Laura's flaccidly hot pussy flesh.
"Oh, yes, suck it, baby... suck it up good," came Laura Wilson's bemoaning, pleasure-filled wail and command to the young defiled and ravished girl below. "Suck my cunt! Suck it!"
It was almost too unreal to believe, but it was happening to both him and his wife, thought Jack stupidly. They were caught up in some sexual game of winner takes all, and it was really fantastic. His wife's beautiful, virginal young anus around his now powerfully skewering cock was unbelievably tight and sensuous, and he frantically fucked into her there, drilling hard and fast for the final end to that hole, knowing that she was herself near the orgasm of her life!
It was there, all there, and she couldn't think of anything lacking that could add to her supreme happiness! She was surrounded, drenched, saturated with the ultimate lust-satisfying, erotic pleasures, giving and taking all at once, and it was driving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. She had the taste and scent to accompany the sensations in her ragingly quivering belly, and she would soon feel it all culminating in both her screaming hot cunt and deliriously tingling rectum! It was complete fulfillment, and she was soaring to reach the mysterious peaks that went with it!
Sandwiched between the two rhythmically fucking male bodies, Gail seemed to churn with sexual energy, her vagina and rectum pulling and sucking with tremendous force at all the hot, hard probes around her. Her motions were like a trigger from all the grinding passion electrically charged as one.
Jack slammed his heavy straining cock first to the depths of her tingling rectum, and the moment it began firing, Ron's immense rod of hard, burning flesh followed in her eagerly clasping cunt. They were both buried to their entirety, and their hot, blasting sperm sizzled nectarously in her receptively jerking young belly.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Gail hummed in her climax against Laura Wilson's convulsing cunt as she felt the scalding fluid pumping into her own rectum and vagina. She heard Laura scream at the top of her lungs, simultaneously, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the delectable climactic juices she so hungrily wanted.
They all bounced and jerked in an obscene sexual dance of orgasmic finale, and their joyous sense of lewd satisfaction went on... and on... and on... until they ended that night... as they did the many others which followed... in a state of collapsed spent wet flesh.
Actually, it never really ended at all, for there were other things for the couples to try together and there were other partners, too. They all spent the "funweek" in various styles of erotic pleasure. Jack and Gail met people they'd only heard stories about, and they not only found out that the stories were true, but that the things those stories told about were not so bad after all! And they had an intuitive idea that the events of that week, like any good story, would never really end at all, that the pleasures could go on for just about forever!
EPILOGUE
The lagoon was still and quiet, the water seemingly standing frozen with tiny silvery tips spaced evenly apart. Gail stood on the forward deck of the boat, looking out across the water to the now deserted beach.
It was exactly the way they had first seen it, and that time seemed so very distant in the past. It was odd, she thought, but it looked at though nothing had happened there at all.
"Isn't it beautiful, darling?" she said as Jack slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her backside against his young muscular body.
"Like the day we arrived," he replied."
"Yes," she said, "I was just thinking exactly that."
"Well, honey," he said softly, tenderly, "I think we must go," and he turned his young, girlish wife around in his arms so that she faced him, and then slowly, surely, with pride in his face, he kissed her full on the lips. He held her in the kiss for a long moment, savoring the newly awakened sensuality of his beautiful young wife. But then he had to stop himself, knowing that time was running out. He broke away from the wet lingering kiss and he smiled at her. "Wanna cast off the port lines, mate?"
"Aye, aye, sir!"
He walked into the cabin and started up the engine of the slow moving craft, and when he was satisfied that all was in working order, he called to Gail. "Okay, baby, let her rip!"
"She's adrift, Captain!" came the reply, and Jack pushed the throttle on full. The lumbering hulk of a boat slowly got under way, and she steered it back toward the channel leading to the main river.
Gail remained outside on the forward deck, her mind rapidly scanning over the events of the past weeks. The fantastic spot near the river they thought they had discovered had become the beginning of a total change in their lives. They were going home now, but home wasn't going to be the same anymore. They wouldn't even be talking to each other the same way.
It was a big change that had happened to both of them. They knew more about their bodies, about the desires which could well up inside one, the passions which one way or another took their course and had their wayno matter how much resistance a person offered.
She thought to herself: how was I ever so foolish to try and resist such wonderful things anyhow!?
Gail and Jack were going to have quite a sex life, she knew, just from thinking about what had happened so far. She could hardly wait until the little boat was out on the main river where it could be put onto automatic pilot. She had some "manual" work that she wanted to get right to... For after all, it had been a while since she'd spent some time alone with her husband. What with meeting all those new couples and getting to know everyone, it was just a must that she try out some of those fine and wonderful techniques alone with him, just to make sure she hadn't been dreaming all week long!
The boat was nearly into the narrow channel that led out of the cul-de-sac, and Gail took one more look around before going inside to join her husband. She was going to miss this place, she thought unhappily, and she sniffed back the tears slowly welling up in her eyes, and as she entered the cabin and let her eyes feast on her young husband's fine, virile body, she thought, Yes, I'll miss this lagoon... but I shall never, never forget it...
