Poor Sally obviously was going out of her mind at this display, for now she had unashamedly put two of her own fingers into her vagina and was wantonly finger-fucking herself. Her body quivered and shook, and her eyes rolled around with each inward jab of her fingers.
Tod felt a difference in Liz, and he grinned. All of his years of experience told him that she was approaching the ultimate climax. Her womb seemed to have expanded, her cervix had moved up and back, and her cuntal lips had thickened until they were no longer soft and pliant, but hard and almost inflexible. That tightening of her vulva had increased the friction against the shaft and head of his cock. He knew now that not only was Liz about to cum, but his own sperm-laden balls were about to empty as well.
He lay back quite happy to let Liz do the work if she desired. Her full, rounded buttocks riding his prick up and down, up and down, as though she were riding a carousel, tossing her head wantonly from side to side and unconsciously muttering incoherent phrases of joy.
His view of Liz was blocked out by Hunt’s wife’s perspiring face. She knelt alongside his right shoulder and looked at him with a lustful pleading expression. “Me next?” she groaned huskily, sliding one knee over his chest.
Shelton merely clasped the softness of her buttocks in answer, and a second later he was voraciously tonguing deep between her legs, listening to new and greater moans of delight.
Liz had become almost demented now as she sought her release. She bounced up and down on his prick, using straight jabs and rotary movements of her ass. Her breath came loudly, unevenly in deep gasping gulps of air. And then, her eyes opened until they were almost completely circular. She stopped all movement. Tod could feel the twitching and jerking of her vaginal interior muscles as the gigantic orgasm began racking her body. She moaned and then savagely impaled herself in one great slam forward the cock thundered like a runaway express train through the wildly clasping tunnels of her open cunt. She moaned continuously, and her muscles milked and sucked at him until he thought he would go out of his mind. She was making him cum, the bitch! She was taking control away from him and making him cum like he had never cum before!
Hunt’s wife had buried her cunt in his face, and it was with considerable surprise that he felt her vaginal lips milking and sucking at his tongue. She had already cum!
And it was then, feeling his cock being milked like a hungry sucking child and his tongue being sucked by an insatiable vagina that Tod simply let himself go.
He felt his balls growing and straining inside their watery sac, felt his penis expanding until it tightly filled every nook and cranny of Liz’s cunt, felt everything falling apart all at once. And then he was cumming, groaning out his powerful release like a snorting bull as semen roared to freedom out of its insufferable captivity, down the hot tunnels of his maledom where it surfaced, leaping with newfound life into the waiting, eager womb of the Hunt woman. As with so many females, the hot spewing liquid spurting into the deepest part of her womb caused a second orgasm to wreak its sensuous havoc throughout her whole body. She seemed almost senseless as she rolled almost lifelessly away.
Tod felt it all and loved it all. He felt powerful, alive, happy, contented! There was only one other thing he could ask for: Sylvia! The thought of what was probably happening to her at this very moment perversely excited him again. But then he forgot all about that because Sally had begun impatiently jerking at his limp, deflated prick in an effort to make it come to life again.
“Hey!” he protested, laughing. “Give the poor thing a chance to breath. He’ll be okay in a minute or two.”
“Honestly, I can’t wait, Tod,” Sally said, “I’m going out of my mind.” She bent forward and began licking the cum and Liz’s vaginal juices from his cock. It felt tremendously and wickedly erotic, he thought and lay back with his hands behind his head, watching her. His prick had already begun stirring when Sara bent down opposite Sally… and then he had two trembling little tongues working in harmony on his rising shaft and cock’s head. He was fully erect within two minutes, feeling the warmth of Sally’s mouth covering the head and her sucking, nibbling motions… while at the same time Sara was making mewling sounds of pleasure as she cleansed the trunk with her tongue and prepared the well-used instrument of love for its next insertion…
Tod later was to recall the next hour with a certain amount of satisfaction and a great deal of pride. Once he had cum, he no longer felt the urgent need of release, and so he was able to go from woman to woman his masterful, all-powerful cock bringing them rapidly to their peaks and keeping them there, resulting in powerful orgasm after orgasm. Some time shortly after the first thirty minutes had elapsed, Tod simply stopped trying to keep track of their climaxes; he had quit counting at an even dozen… and there still was another forty minutes or so before they were to go knock off for dinner and the “general meeting.”
It was a very shopworn and exhausted Liz who called a halt to the initiation. Her weary voice announced, “It’s almost time for supper. But we can go one more round, girls, if you can.”
Sally, sitting slumped against the wall, merely shook her head negatively.
“Beth?” Liz asked, and was answered by a low moan from the girl who was turned on her side facing the wall.
“Sara?”
“Honeylamb, my little ole pussy would just jump right out of my body and march away in protest if I tried to do it again without some kind of rest. My Gawd!”
Liz tried to sound businesslike, but it didn’t come off “Well, then. I guess we should clean up for dinner.”
And Tod, looking at them, felt a great wave of affection go out to the four women. He loved them all; they were his… and he’d been man enough to handle them. He rolled off the bed and stood, straddle-legged and hands on his hips, gazing down at their satiated bodies. Then, grinning impudently, he reached over to the oak chest of drawers and took a pair of sunglasses off the top. He fitted the nose piece just behind the head of his cock and then took the still powerfully erect prick in his hand and moved it back and forth across the room. He said, completely straight-faced, “Look around, big boy, and see if we missed anybody.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the girls were giggling crowding around him again, seeking shelter as they had done earlier under his wing.
It was not until he was standing alone under the cold salt water shower that he felt his self-assurance fading and a strange sadness creeping in upon him. Once again, his thoughts had turned to Sylvia… and abruptly, he knew that it was for all intents and purposes over between them. If indeed, there had ever been anything more than several beautiful moments shared between them.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tod, standing behind the wheel of the Jolly Rogue, watched the dawn come in the east. First the mountains were merely black indefinable monoliths against the horizon, but then as the stars faded and the sky lightened, the Santa Ynez mountain range began to assume its individual characteristics. Beside him, in the pilot’s chair, Hunt snored loudly.
The gulls swooped and soared playfully around the bow of the yacht, and occasionally their shrill cries could be heard above the muffled roar of the marine engines.
Hunt snorted and came awake suddenly the moment Tod entered the breakwater. He blinked, yawned prodigiously and glanced at his watch. “Five o’clock,” he commented. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep so long.” He stood, then put his hand over his kidney area and groaned. “God, I’m bushed. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.”