He dropped his head to the softness between her legs. His fingers spreading the thin silken pubic hair and lips that were still wet with the moisture of his earlier orgasm. He could feel the warm, pungent smelling fluids that had dripped on her thighs transfer their wetness to his cheek as he looked at the pink flesh within the soft silken pubic hair surrounding her vulva.
He pursed his lips and caught the small, hardened berry of her clitoris between them, nibbling gently at it, with his teeth. 'Ooooh,' she moaned and opened her mouth. His cock twitched with expectation. She lifted her head slightly and pulled a pillow beneath it to make herself more comfortable. Her arms shaking as the electric shocks that were finding their way from her clitoris to every part of her body raced to her nerves. Greedily she wrapped her lips elastic-like around the huge, pulsating penis and sucked the whole of its head into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth lubricating it with her own saliva.
She could feel his tongue toying with the swollen bud of her clitoris, as his nose lightly probed down into the lips of her yearning cunt. Another flow of lubricating liquids released themselves from deep within her hot clasping vaginal walls and she moaned out her ecstasy around the throbbing member encased tightly in her mouth.
The fiery tip of his cock in her mouth, drawing along the roof, excited her further. Without prompting she began to hum again, as she had done a week before. 'Mmmmmm,' he gasped trying to hold himself back as the vibrations from her throat jackhammered at the thin wall that held his climax back.
He pulled his head from her and slid his cock out of her mouth. He would fill her, but not there, not this time. 'Are you ready,' he asked, the fire in his eyes demanded only one answer. She started to say yes, but remembered what he had demanded before. She must use the words, and the words had become sweet to her, excited her, and she knew that by the very nature of their crudeness they would drive him to frenzy too.
'Yes,' she sighed. 'Fuck me, Martin. Fuck me as hard as you can.' Her voice rose with each word to almost a shout, culminating in a last desperate gasp of: 'Fuck me!' There was no other word that brought so much from deep within her. It was almost as though she were giving her soul to the devil when she shouted it. And… it almost was like that.
He turned and fell upon her, biting at the flesh of her shoulder as he lifted his hips and positioned the massive prick against the wet, hair-lined lips of her passion-inflamed cunt. He raised her buttocks slightly to prepare for the first violent thrust.
Then, he lunged forward on top of her, driving the weapon deep up into her belly, filling her with every inch of his swollen flesh. He reached around her thigh with his arm and pushed upwards on his cock, holding it tightly against the upper flesh of her smooth open channel and began to rock heavily back and forth, driving the great pole deeper and deeper as he fucked into her with ever increasing force.
The pressure rose in a heavenly crescendo of raw, naked lust deep down in the constricting muscles of her belly, the boat rocking storm bound under their violent fucking. His cock seemed to be stabbing at her insides. She could see nothing, her eyes closed, her head thrashing back and forth in wild abandon. There was no other place on earth for her. This was as close to heaven as she would ever come, the rest of the world was nothing… nothing and she never wanted to go back… never… never… Then as her mind raced in a great starry circle, the muscles of her belly began to pull apart, like a giant rubber band. It was ready to spring. She could feel the imaginary trigger release the tensed rubber band deep inside her as her whole torso began to churn and twist like a maniac beneath his pounding body.
'Oh, oh, ooohhh, I'm cumming,' she screamed. 'I'm cummmiiinnnggg now!' and a great whirlwind of release picked her up as she arched her back and rose to meet the waves of orgasm as they slapped deep at her very being, sending her into a psychedelic rapture, colors everywhere, smashing at her senses like huge waves in a cataclysmic storm.
She could feel Martin rise up in his own climax. 'AAaarrgghhhhhh,' he groaned, his face contorted in ecstatic pain as the balloon of sperm in his balls burst and hurled floods of white hot lava deep into her writhing belly. He kept thrusting his great cock into her, cumming in spurts, each one like a long, snaking whip beating a spastic rhythm on his quivering buttocks. She could feel his pelvis slam into her one final time as he emptied the last of his lewd, flowing semen into her for the second time today. He fell on top of her in collapse. He knew that he could do this ten times a day, and definitely planned on fucking this hot little bitch again and again before this weekend was over.
They lay still for a few minutes, neither saying anything, but only listening to their exhausted breathing and the light slap of waves against the boat that they had set to rocking in its mooring. Finally Martin got up.
'Here,' he said, handing her the clothes that she had dropped hurriedly to the chair. 'I want to see something.' Not suspecting the slightest what was in store for her, Janet obediently dressed. Martin had seen Greg and Darleen at the porthole because he had know that the younger man would be there. Darleen had devised the plan, knowing that she would be able to take Greg, if he could see his wife with Martin.
The planning required that Martin now take Janet into the house, where Darleen would be giving Greg the working over of his life. Once the younger couple had both experienced the sight of the other in an unfaithful embrace, there would be no more obstacles for the two experienced swappers. They could then use them in any perverted way they so desired.
Martin did not have to wait for Janet. She dressed quickly. She wanted to get out of the boat house and back to the main cabin, where she could safely be with Greg. She did not want him to know what she had been doing. Her watch was in her purse. She did not realize that they had been alone for almost forty five minutes. She did not dream that Darleen might be making her move for Greg so soon.
Nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun, she stopped for a moment outside the boathouse. Martin was patient. He knew what was coming and savored each extra moment. Darleen would be sure to hold the young man back until her husband could bring the unsuspecting young girl into the house and see what was taking place. He knew, she was a monster at that sort of thing.
'Don't be surprised at what we find up there,' Martin said to her as they came up the path. 'I'll bet Greg and Darleen have been going at it too.'
She straightened her hair as best she could with her hands. 'Why, they were unloading the car,' she said innocently. 'Besides, you know Greg better than that.'
'For almost an hour. Don't be an idiot. And remember, he's human too.'
Janet decided that Greg could not be so weak as to submit to another woman. He loved her and had proved it by trying to steal for her, and by his understanding that she had not been unfaithful by going to bed with Martin. It had been forced on her.
'Quiet,' he said opening the back door. 'We don't want to disturb the lovers just in case you're wrong.'
Janet was angry that he should even be insinuating such things. She followed him silently into the house. There was no sound in the kitchen or living room. She looked up the stairs toward the balconied bedroom that hung overhead. The waves on the beach rushed onto the sand with the surging power of the sea. Their wet crashing impact was all that she could hear.
Suddenly her ears picked up the distinct humming sound that she knew could be imitated in only one way, the way she had heard herself as she had been trained to suck Martin.
Quietly the couple walked up the stairs, careful not to make any noise. At the top Janet's eyes first came upon a large orange and brown painting of a couple in copulation. Ugly, she thought first, before seeing what was going on below the picture.
There, through the open door of a bedroom on a huge king-sized bed, were Greg and Darleen, locked in the same obscene, but exciting, sixty-nine position she and Martin had almost devoured each other in, a few short minutes before. Darleen was upside down astride Greg, her loins pressed tightly down over his face as he licked and chewed hungrily at her wet, open pussy. Her head was bent and she had wrapped her lips tightly around his cock. It was hardened, she could see as Martin's wife bobbed her head up and down in an age old sexual rhythm, to a size she had never thought possible. Greg had never been so huge, so huge and excited as he obviously was at that moment. This could not be her husband, she thought in sudden confusion, and if Darleen had not momentarily lifted her grinding loins to expose the glistening passion-crazed face of Greg, his young trembling wife would never nave believed it.
The huge bed was rocking and groaning with their movement as they twisted and turned in wild abandoned rhythm, their bodies appearing as some great headless four-legged monster thrashing about in the last desperate throes of death.
Martin smiled triumphantly and handed the younger girl a glass. She knew instinctively that he had probably
