Around and around his prick slid. Janet panted under him, cooing with wet delight. The superlative femaleness of her loins engulfed him in a tender anguish. The shared mutual pleasure of their fucking laid every nerve bare.
Tom felt little razors of feeling slicing away the skin of his cock. The barrier between his body and Janet's dissolved and he was lost in the deep cup of her loins.
Suddenly, Bill Green screamed out of the fog, "Get the fuck away from my wife!" He ran full tilt at the couple and flailed at Tom with wind milling fists.
Tom jerked his cock out of Janet's pussy. He rolled across the wet grass. Who the hell is this lunatic? he thought, curling up to protect his balls from the man's heavy-shod feet. What the fuck is happening?
Bill aimed a last kick at Tom's back. His sole grazed Tom's ribs. "Come on, goddammit! Move your fuckin' ass, woman!" He yanked the naked redhead's arm, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled, reaching for her castoff skirt. Bill yanked her upright, scooped up the halter, and dragged her off into the fog.
Tom grabbed his pants and sprinted after them. He remembered the redhead's name now. Bill Green. William Green?W.G. That was his glove! That sonofabitch has Peggy! I shouldn't have fallen for that road's cunty trick!
Tom ran to the parking lot. He saw Bill's dark-blue van pull out of a space and 'come toward him. He ducked behind a row of cars. The van swerved and bounced off of a fender, swinging wide out of the lot. The noise was like immense trashcans slung viciously together.
Tom yanked his pants over his rapidly wilting cock. He had seen the van's license plate, but even without that he could identify it. How many dark blue vans are there around with one headlight smashed? He thought. He met the club security guard running up from his booth by the dock.
Peggy felt revulsion building inside her. Raoul lay on his back under her, his artificially maintained hard-on impaling her. The slender brunette sneered inside as he took the preferred wineglass from Sherry.
Jesus! She looks at him like a lovesick cow! I mean, he knows how to turn a girl on, but why in the world should I have to stay on his ugly old prick while he eats his midnight snack?
Raoul's face still glistened with Sherry's cuntjuice. It had been the blonde's fondling while Raoul had them both simultaneously that had revolted Peggy. She had loved the new, marvelously sustained sensations in her pussy, but Raoul must have felt her getting dry. He wouldn't let her stop. He lay on his back, eating big titted Sherry's cunt and moving his prick around inside Peggy's sore pussy.
Peggy heard the van squeal to a stop in the alley outside. The doors slammed, and Raoul scowled. "Why are those two fools making that noise?"
One of the doors opened and slammed against the wall. Janet shrieked, "Come on. Get up, get dressed! That goddamn husband of mine got the cops coming after us right now!"
Peggy braced her knees on the table and pulled off of Raoul's cock. She swung around hitting Sherry's slack-jawed face with her shin. The little brunette fell when she hit the floor but she scrambled on her rubbery legs.
Peggy was low and moving fast. She had just started unfolding from her all-fours scramble when she bounced off of Janet's still naked belly.
The redhead went down on her wide, creamy asscheeks. Peggy levered herself around with a yank on the doorjamb and ran for the front door – any door that Bill wasn't coming through.
Janet's coppery pubic hair flashed in the floodlights as she rolled onto her back. Her stockings gleamed on her white legs. She grabbed for Peggy's ankle and missed.
Raoul shouted, "Stop her!" He leaped off the table, cursing the splinters in a foreign tongue, full of harsh gutturals. He ignored Sherry, laying bloody-nosed on the floor.
Peggy wrenched at the doorknob. Her long, naked legs gleamed white as she ran down the steps and into the street. She tumbled to the ground in front of a skidding police car.
"Holy shit! Izzat the kid that's missin'?" The driver sprang out of the car.
"They're in the house, they're in the house," Peggy babbled over and over. Two more cars raced up. The officer bent over Peggy, then straightened and gestured to the door where a heavyset figure stopped, naked. Raoul's shoulders slumped.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Three months later, Peggy Gibson walked along the grey-enameled planks of the "300's" again. She walked out the finger next to the Sea Nymph.
It had taken only a second's consideration on Ed Gibson's part to decide what to do with the reward money Peggy had been given. The owners of the Windsome and the other yachts' had been very generous. They were happy to give Peggy and Tom one-third of the value of the boats and equipment recovered.
Ed sold the house in New Mexico and bought a controlling share of John Wood's boatyard. Ruth had insisted that Peggy help get the new house shipshape, but the task was finally finished.
Peggy looked into the cuddy. Tom was reading a magazine with his back to her. She stepped carefully onto the deep-keeled craft. She had one foot on the ladder before he looked up.
"Peggy! How are you? What in the world are you doing here?" Tom's face lit up with the questions.
Peggy smiled wide. Her breasts had grown noticeably in the time she'd been gone. She slid the hatch shut. With her fingers on the top button of her thin blouse, she whispered, "Guess."