rustling of the sheets as bodies twisted around on them. Then the feminine voice gave another soft intake of breath and moaned, 'Ohhh, darling, that feels sooo good.'
'I–I just don't believe it!' Darleen whispered, forcing a look of strained indignation on her face. 'T-They wouldn't dare.'
'Shhhhh,' Greg cautioned again, suddenly becoming aware of the softness of Darleen's breast pressing tight into his arm. 'They'll hear us.'
'Alright,' she nodded her head in agreement. 'Let's give them plenty of rope to really hang themselves.'
Greg turned his ear back to the vent in silent assent and listened intently for the next move from below. It came a second later.
The male voice crooned up through the darkness: 'Get on the floor on your knees. I want you to kneel in front of me and suck me like you did the first night.'
The answer was a gasp and exclamation of: 'Oh yes, I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to feel it come again so I can taste it on my tongue.'
The sound of weight lifting from the squawking bunk filtered through to their eager ears and then the slight noise of movement on the floor as Janet obviously positioned herself in front of Darleen's standing husband. Greg could hear Darleen's breath becoming heavy next to him and imagined a slight pressure from her breast digging into his arm.
She turned toward him, her lips wet from the circling of her tongue and whispered softly: 'Let's sneak around to the porthole and watch them. Then we'll really know.'
Darleen knew without a doubt that this would be the final breaking point for Greg. She was already aware of the hardness under his trousers and the way he had turned his body to hide it when she had first spoken to him. Yes, this was going to be easy. Easier than Martin seducing Janet and she going to thoroughly enjoy it. Particularly when that proud little bitch's turn came to catch she and Greg in bed together.
'Come on let's go,' she rose silently and pulled him by the arm when he hesitated. 'We may as well get the full show.'
Greg followed quietly behind her as they slipped silently off the boat and tiptoed along the pier to the lighted porthole. There was foreboding in his mind. It was one thing to hear someone making love to your wife, but to actually see it being done was another thing. But he had no further time for misgivings as Darleen pulled his head over by hers to the small rounded glass.
A gasp came from his throat and his body tensed at the lewd sight that greeted him. There before his very eyes was his pure, young wife kneeling on the floor in front of the naked Martin. His hands were tangled tight in her long silken hair, pulling her face into his loins. Her thin lipstick rimmed lips were moist and she was running them over the flesh of his passion-swollen cock. He had never seen such a wild, abandoned look on her face before. It looked as though she were almost insane, her eyes bulging wide and locked straight ahead on the monstrous penis surging out from his belly. And God, no wonder, he thought, secretly marveling at the size of it. It was almost an inch longer than his own and much thicker. A pang of rejection shot across his brain. He could never grow that big and in spite of his wife's clean, innocent purity he found himself suddenly understanding her violent passion at the hands of this man. A jealous rage grew inside him and he wanted again to smash his way into the cabin and destroy them both but his eyes would not release their grip on the lewd spectacle going on inside.
'God, she's going to eat him alive,' Darleen chided him. 'Your sweet, young wife is going to suck my husband's cock.'
She knew the words would only serve to increase his already smoldering passion rather than drive him to anger. She had seen it too many times before when she and Martin had arranged this little introduction for others. She had seen the sudden first burst of anger and indignation from many a husband and then watched it turn slowly to a masochistic kind of passion that excited them beyond all reason and thought. Greg was almost at that point. It would only take a few minutes more.
And she was right. Greg watched, hypnotized into immobility by the cruel exhibition going on a few feet in front of him. His breath came in small, deliberate gasps as he watched his wife's fingers teasing gently at Martin's testicles, at the same time swirling her tongue lasciviously along the underside of his huge hardened penis from the thick trunk-like base slowly out to the menacing blood-filled head. He could see a slight drop of glistening seminal fluid left over from their orgiastic climax of a few moments ago that hung precariously on the tip. Janet leaned her head back a few inches and stared trance-like at it for a moment, then leaned forward and hungrily licked it away with the tip of her tongue.
'God, she loves it. She really loves to suck cock doesn't she?' Darleen half murmured, half questioned beside him. 'I'll bet she swallows it when he comes.'
Greg felt a groan building in his chest from the lewdness of her words. Somehow they seemed even more obscene than the act his wife was performing on Darleen's husband in front of them. But, he also knew they were true. Janet's actions and passion spoke for themselves and there was no mistake about that.
'Look, darling, look! She's going to take it in her mouth.' Darleen's breathing had become heavy and excited next to him and Greg felt his own passion building to an almost fever pitch as eyes locked on his wife's ovaled lips as she swayed sensuously on her haunches before the huge hardened penis in front of her face.
'Oh God, noooo…' he heard himself moan beneath his breath as Martin suddenly thrust his loins forward and the warm moistness of Janet's open, waiting mouth closed glove-like over the sensitive, throbbing head of his cock.
And Greg groaned again as Martin tightened his grip in the softness of her hair and began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her open lips. He stared increduously through the porthole, watching in almost total disbelief the pink inner flesh of her lips being pulled grotesquely out, clinging to the flesh of Martin's withdrawing prick and then disappearing back inside again with each forward thrust. God, those were the lips he kissed, those were the lips he loved and now he was standing here helplessly while another man shoved his great throbbing prick in and out between them as though they were nothing but a hungry lapping pussy. And again, in spite of his puritanical revulsion, he felt his own penis jerking hard beneath his pants as his wife warmed to the task before her. He could see with obscene clarity Martin's huge, thick rod disappearing and reappearing between her sucking fish-like lips her long disheveled hair flowing down over her shoulders and swishing back and forth on her hollowing back below. Her firm, white tits danced and shook beneath her tensing throat as though they had invisible strings attached to the hardened nipples and a puppet master quivered them playfully from above.
The gaping couple outside watched, their excitement growing by leaps and bounds as Janet slid more of Martin's huge, pulsating cock into her mouth, sucking at it voraciously. Slowly she filled her mouth with the giant flesh until she was nearly choking. They could see that she was taking a moment to adjust. No woman had a mouth large enough to accommodate a cock as big as that.
Greg felt Darleen's other hand cover his. He had been trying to push his own heated organ away from his trousers where it bulged. Her hand pulled his away and she replaced it with her own, massaging the swollen membrane softly. 'What are we waiting for?' she breathed huskily, sensing that now was the time. 'They're much too busy to offer us the entertainment we could offer each other. Besides, they deserve anything we do now.'
Her hand massaging his cock made up his mind for him. Quietly they slipped away from the porthole and stood up. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. 'Wait,' she said. 'Let's go to the house.' Without a word he followed her out of the boat house and up the white stone path.
Inside the sloop's cabin Janet sucked at the massive prick in her mouth. Still on her knees she licked at it with her tongue and bobbed her head back and forth in the supposed motion of intercourse. She felt no shame at sucking him. But she was hurt that she had not been able to make him do this to her first. Instead he had forced her to her knees and bade her to do as he commanded.
She could not have resisted long, and didn't really care any longer. She could taste the sweet fluids of his body as they slowly seeped from him. The hands that held her head pulled her upwards, she started to get up, but did not want to release her lips from the cock in her mouth.
Finally the pressure was too much, and she had to let it slip wetly away. Martin guided her to the unfolded bunk and pushed her down on it. She sat on the edge and started to lean forward to grasp the cock that she wanted to suck more and bring to orgasm this time with the warmth of her lips.
'Wait a minute you little nympho,' he said. 'It's time for a sixty nine,' and he pushed her onto her back and crawled onto the bed after her. He wasted no time in positioning himself upside down over her, his head between her upraised knees, his twitching red cock hovering inches over her mouth.
