He shifted his hands from her shoulders, sliding them down the supple, curved length of her spine to her ass. He cupped the firm, round cheeks and kneaded the globular meat through her shorts and panties.
"Oh…" Chris moaned softly. "Logan, you're mad! Not here! Not in front of the children!"
"They'll never know. Come with me."
He pulled her forward into the bow compartment. Two bunks veed together with the lines of the bow. The hatch was just overhead. He closed the small door between the compartment and the cabin, then worked the wing nuts on the hatch and pushed it up and open.
Fresh air spilled through the round hole into the little enclosure, and they could hear the prow hitting waves right under their feet.
"Stick your head out the hole, Chris. Take a big whiff of fresh air. Look around the horizon. Wave back at them."
"Logan, what…" she gasped again.
He lifted her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. Chris had little choice but to spread her legs to brace her feet on the two bunks.
She protruded from the deck from her belly up. The rush of wind blew her fine hair and plastered the knit top across her tits, making it rub sensitively over her stiffening nipples. She glanced down at him through the hatch and saw him grinning lecherously up at her.
Then he began undoing the fastenings of her shorts. She felt the material go loose around her waist. She watched him hook his fingers into the elastic of her panties and begin sliding both garments over her hips and tight ass.
"Logan!" she gasped down at him.
"Wave to the kiddies, honey," he grinned, tugging the shorts and panties below her pussy, baring her golden beaver and rapidly swelling cunt-lips.
She gasped again, sucking in air. She faced forward. The wind took her breath away. She looked behind her and could see Pete sitting behind the wheel, with Robin standing beside him. They gave her a funny look. She waved, trying her hardest not to let on what was happening.
But when Logan's fingertips slid up and down the slick gap of her pussy, she nearly moaned. She turned forward again, gripping the edges of the hatch with her hands.
This was wild! This was just the crazy, loony kind of thing Carl would have done.
She looked down. She saw Logan sitting on the vee of the bunks between her spread legs. His face was right on a level with her suddenly steaming pussy.
She was astonished with herself. She must have been out of her mind to let him get her into a trapped position like this. And out of her mind again to let him be so familiar with her.
A sense of anger swept through her for a moment. Just because she'd weakened the other night and had let him fuck her, that didn't give him the right to assume he could have complete freedom with her body any old time he wanted to.
She should never have let him fuck her. She should have put a stop to it the other night. She should have stopped him just now in the cabin, too. She should have…
Oh, God! It's been so long, Carl! Three years, darling! I'm sorry – but I'm so hot! So horny and hot! And he's a good fucker, Carl. Oh, God, forgive me for that, darling.
But I need to be fucked! I need to so badly!
"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan…" she moaned, the small cry ripped from her lips by the wind.
She looked at the horizon. It went up and down with the pitching of the boat and around with the spinning of her senses. She shut her eyes against the wind and sun and fresh air and braced her legs wider apart, unable to keep herself from tipping her pelvis forward and up to push her pussy right against his face.
She felt his fingertips massaging her bloated cunt-lips. She felt the stickiness between her petals go slick and oily with the flood of honey now pouring from inside her steaming pussy.
She felt his gorgeous tongue against her puffy labes. It licked all around them. It laved her thighs. It rasped against her blonde pubes and teased fitfully at the straining, screaming nub of her clit that begged attention so shamelessly now.
His hands kneaded and worked at her inner thighs and helped to open her watering pussy. She felt the tip of his tongue circle the muscular, silky mouth of her cunt, and she caught her breath again and again.
She felt her tits swell inside the knit top, and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing the hard cones and squeezing them, and to hell with whether the children could see her do it or not.
Her knees turned to jelly. She wobbled up and down slightly through the hatch hole and then braced her elbows against the decking to keep from falling through.
She felt his warm, moist breath against her belly and abdomen as he licked and lapped at her cunt with long, flat sweeps of his tongue. The image in her mind was that of Midnight cleaning one of his front legs while he lay on the floor and lapped lazily at it.
She felt herself on the verge of coming. She gritted her teeth. She was going to yell. She knew she was. The kids would hear her. They would know what was happening, and she would shame herself right in front of them.
She made a movement to come back down through the hatch. Logan cupped his hands under her round ass-cheeks and held her there, not letting her.
Then he kneaded with his fingers and began doing something else that took her breath away with the madness and wildness of it.
She felt him separating her ass-cheeks. She felt the tips of his fingers running up and down her deep, shadowy crack. And all the while, he lapped at her watering, draining slit with his tongue and sucked her cunt-lips into his mouth and flicked them with the tip of his tongue, drinking down her juices.
Chris gasped heatedly. Her whole ass began to shake. She knew what he was going to do. She didn't want him to. Not even Carl had done that to her.
But she couldn't stop him. And the truth, she had to admit finally, was that she didn't want to stop him. She wanted to be driven wild! Yes, she wanted it!
His finger centered over her asshole. She felt the tiny mouth pucker and pulse and suck. He pressed inward. There was a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure, of itching and of tingling.
Her pelvis rocked and tipped. Her hips began making small circles, as if a part of her wanted to be rid of the irritating sensation. Yet there was another part of her that made her push her ass backward against the tingling fingertip and gasp again and again.
There couldn't have been more. Already, he'd done enough to her to make her come twice. But then she sucked in her breath again and felt her senses take another wild lunge upward to a higher plateau of pleasure and madness.
His tongue! It was going – under her crotch!
She felt the tip of it circle around her fluttering cunt-mouth one more time and then begin sliding under her torso, around the curve of her crotch, reaching… reaching…
"Ahhhhhh, God, Logan! Don't!" she cried thinly, gasping again, looking down into the hatch past her thrusting tits.
Her vision was blurred. The boat swayed and pitched, making her feel as if she were floating helplessly in the sea of sensation.
She saw him kneeling on the floor at the vee of the bunks, his head upturned, his mouth opened wide and pressed against her spread crotch. His hands were on her pouting ass-cheeks, palming them wide apart.
She felt the stretch of her ass-mouth as he pulled. She felt the tip of his tongue circle around and around with taunting slowness. The agony of anticipation left her breathless.
"No… no!" she gasped. "Don't do that, Logan. Don't! Nobody's ever done that! Ohhhh, it's nasty, Logan! You can't do a thing like that, I'll…eeeeennnnh!"
The squeal started out thin and high. She forced her throat around the column of sound and shut it down to a whine – just the way her tight, shivering asshole was forced down around his tongue tip when it finally penetrated her butt.
She nearly fainted. The boat yawed and swooped. She clung to the wooden frame of the hatch. Her knees gave way as her whole lower body shuddered wildly under the spasms of her violent orgasm.