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Harry ceased his powerful drubbing of his wife's cunt, and drew back, the wetly glistening shaft of his hardened cock in full view now to Lynn. He knelt, his glistening red penis still poised at the hungry mouth of Kate's hair-fringed pussy, leering and panting down at her. She moaned and jerked uncontrollably.

"Say it," he demanded harshly. "Say that you want me to fuck you!"

"I did! I did already, Harry, honey!" Kate moaned, panting.

"More! Beg for my cock! Beg for my cock to cum inside that hot cunt of yours!"

"Yes! Yes, Harry! Shoot my pussy deep and full! Fill me up! You know that I love your hot cum inside me! It makes me cum! Ohhh, please, bury your cock in me again, lover, bury it until it shoots!"

Lynn watched in horrified fascination at the sweating man's gleaming expanse of penis which throbbed lasciviously in the light, and the way her lewdly squirming hostess seemed to be mesmerized by the rigidly palpitating rod of flesh…

Then, with a leer of triumphal pleasure, the powerful used-car salesman levered downwards again, sinking his lust-heated penis far up into Kate's expanded belly, and Lynn heard her emit a low, almost painful squeal that made her wince from the harsh force it echoed. And in Lynn's empathetic weakened state, it was as if Mark was in there, driving his large penis into her vagina, as though she was lying beneath his crushing weight and not her boss's wife.

Harry was hammering fiercely into his wife's wide-splayed cunt now, his lips once more fastened on her pointed, bursting nipple. And as Lynn watched her hostess being fucked within an inch of her life, she began to lose the last vestiges of self-control. Her mind was drugged by the debauch, beclouded by the miasma of heat and fire and remembrances of long ago, and though a dim voice somewhere in the back of her mind tried to tell her to stop watching, she was past all rational thought and action, and her flesh was entirely separate from any restrictions her mind might have wished to place on it.

Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down the flat plane of her sides, across her trembling stomach to rest on the moistened mound of her awakening pussy. Passion was melting in her loins, flowing through her blood, and her other hand pressed her breast of its own volition, making her gasp as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the now sensitive hard nipple around and around.

Her own mewlings, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have been heard by the couple below had they been listening. But they were incoherently thrashing on the double bunk in wild abandonment, and Lynn could have screamed herself hoarse and probably not have bothered them in the least. She gathered the hem of her light dress and raised it to her waist, sliding one trembling hand under the tight elastic waist band of her panties and caressing her moist, sparsely-haired cuntal mound. The triangular center of her abject desires was now totally open to her eagerly searching fingers as she splayed wide her slim legs, tucking her dress around her waist, and the young wife rubbed her vagina's wetly inflamed lips as she had done in times previous. Only this time she knew it was worse, far worse, far more evil and perverted because she was doing it while watching the salacious fucking in the cabin below.

"Ohhhhh, Harry, faster! Faster!" Kate chanted on the bunk. "I'm almost there, Harry… I'm almost ready to climax! Ohhhh! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Ohhhhh!" the writhing man wailed in response. "Yes! Yes!" And he arched and bucked his body against hers in a renewed onslaught to their mutual orgasms.

Lynn rubbed harder and harder now, her middle finger sliding along the wet, softly protuberant cunt-lip, teasing her clitoris by running a nail around the erect, quivering little feminine phallus, feeling wave after wave of consuming pleasure ripple through her. She dropped her left hand from her breasts and insinuated first one, then two, and at last three fingers in the moistly glistening cunt-hole between her lewdly spasming thighs. In and out… in and out, in a mockery of the sex act she was staring at so intently. In and out… straining her body for the release she felt imminent.

"Oooooh, yesss, ooooh, yesss," Kate chanted over and over as Harry ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding cock deep into her nakedly rounded belly with long hard lunges. Lynn's boss could feel the hot white cum boiling inside his heated balls as they beat wildly against his wife's upturned ass-cheeks. He grunted savagely and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the desire-hardened nipples digging into his skin like tiny buttons.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kate screamed. Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling in her aching cunt as her husband's thick cock drove in and out of her hotly clutching vagina, all the way until the blood-engorged head collided with her cervix deep inside with every powerful, pile-driving stroke.

Suddenly, Lynn saw Kate shiver under her husband's brutal assault.

"Oh, God…! Yes, yesss, I'm cummmmming!" she cried, "Oh, God, I'm cummming, nowwww!" With a deep-throated groan, Kate's body stiffened and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the throbbing passage and drowning Harry's hugely impaling member with its sticky warmth.

The pounding man above her went berserk as she grunted out her climax against his cum-soaked pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up against him. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat as his harshly kneading hands pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her clenching buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his exploding cock all the way to the hilt into the depths of her soft unresisting cunt.

Kate thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of the deep-sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear into her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously with the juices of her own sensuality. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the powerful, burning, squirts surged deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The fiery, drenched walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped wildly around it, working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. More and more cum flowed wetly out around his still driving penis, spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his emptying balls and the base of his convulsing cock as he fucked relentlessly into her. Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she breathed in short, desperate gasps, their mingled fluids flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.

Lynn saw Kate reach frantically under her squirming buttocks with both hands, and begin to desperately milk at the dancing balls pressed into the split of her quivering ass-cheeks. Her legs jerked out, trembling insanely into the air around Harry's shoulders. The giant cock still continued to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her womb and soaking the soft brown pubic hair it was buried in.

Lynn stared at the lewd stream of ejaculations running down between Kate's wide-split buttocks, and just as Harry's cum triggered his wife's orgasm, so too did it set off her own climax. The lovely, bewitched young wife strained and stretched her limbs to the point of aching, and she lifted herself off the deck in a trembling, spasming arch of completion, grasping her cunt with both hands tightly and squeezing and rubbing and clawing…

I'm cumming…! Oh, I'm cumming, with everything I have, just the way I do with Mark… Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!

Her small, delicious body jerked upwards in contorted pleasure as the violence of her climax washed over her. Then, drained and exhausted by the enormous release of her sexual tensions, she collapsed back onto the deck, breathing harshly. Her shivering cunt contracted spasmodically again and again as the intensity of her self-manipulated climax began to ebb. Fogged noises came dully to her ringing ears, were beaten back, and renewed their attack to finally break in upon her consciousness with terrifying reality. The sheer sickness of her voyeurism froze the fingers still lying prisoner in her oozing cunt, and she slowly removed them as though trying to avoid any further contact with her passion-aroused vaginal lips. With a muffled cry, she rose quickly to her feet and made her way to the foremost point of the bow, and sank to her knees steadying herself on the railing.