Kate gagged and coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her breath, but kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd male cum far back into her throat. Small droplets of the pungent liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth as he moaned his last, sighing with relief. Little by little, the exhausted penis deflated in her mouth and Mark panted heavily as he flung out his arms to either side in happy weariness. Kate lay there for another moment or two with her head resting on his thigh, still nibbling softly at the now limp and spent cock. At last she lifted her head and his softened penis slipped out of her lips with a low, reluctant slurping sound.
Lying beside them on the bunk, Lynn was beginning to feel the first galvanic tingles of lewd desire returning to her own body, exciting licentious little chills that crept up and down the base of her spine in rhythm with the even measured cadence of Harry Johnson's great cock skewering wetly up into her now gratefully accepting belly. Her body seemed to be twitching and writhing of its own will, and she groaned incessantly into his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon into his throat. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs, opening her cock-hungry pussy even wider to his pounding assault, her buttocks moving voluntarily now against the bunk beneath her.
Harry slipped his hands down her curvaceous sides and slid them under the softly round globes of her wriggling buttocks, cupping them hotly in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, shuddering in his fingers as he clamped his hands tightly around them. He jerked her up tighter to his loins and felt her straining her thighs further back, the moist warm hole of her cunt flowering open to welcome his cock to even greater depths.
Lynn did not even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the new wave of arousal that was saturating her whole being. She was only aware that the pain was suddenly gone, giving way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. Her eyes closed and her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling noises of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer any thought of anything, just the exquisite sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her, and giving back to him what he was giving to her.
Harry gloated in triumph as he felt Mark Shaffer's wife's naked body increase in hungry gyrations up and down, faster and faster with each passing second, the urgency of her thrusts becoming more pronounced, her lust-bared teeth clenching her lower-lip as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. He moved suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that brought his lust-swollen cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
"Oh, Harry, it's so beautiful, so gooood," she cried out, her mind lost in the dizzying spirals of ecstasy. Her legs opened and closed around his hips as she bucked beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his desire-hardened cock could enter her. She felt totally possessed by him and, at that moment, wanted nothing so much as for him to just take her like an animal to show her that he was the victor by sheer power in the eternal struggle between the sexes, to make her scream out the agonizing pleasure of her defeat.
Harry worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding weapon as he pounded and crashed into the smooth fleshy sheath. His tempo increased as her legs clamped tightly around his hips, tensing on each stroke to bring them down to her with even more fury. He sensed that she was rapidly approaching her climax as her knees drew up and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against his lustfully ramming cock, sucking him deeper and deeper up into her, trapping his hardened flesh with unbelievable muscular ripples and twitches.
"Oh… oh… oh… oooooooh…" she began to chant rapturously as her host's excitedly throbbing penis fucked savagely into her steaming wet pussy, slamming against her upturned cervix, his balls smacking heavily against her roundly straining buttocks. Finally it was too much to bear, and, like a dam collapsing before a flood wave, her mind began to disintegrate before the force of the overpowering sensation that was radiating out from her loins.
With an abrupt, deep-throated moan, Lynn's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, her legs jack-knifing out and around over his back as her heels pounded wildly against his buttocks. Feeling her reach the pinnacle of excitement, Harry was aware that his cock had begun to expand inside her trembling cunt, growing bigger and bigger until he thought it might burst from the fantastic pressure of lust building deep in his sperm-bloated balls.
Then, suddenly, Harry, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in his buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to churn up through his lust-swollen balls and wildly jerking cock, exploding out into her spastically clasping cunt. Cupping the round cheeks of her firm young ass closer around his convulsively emptying penis, he beat a wild tattoo against her upthrust loins. Then, with a groan, and a last dying spurt of hot male semen deep up into her belly, he collapsed on her nakedly quivering form.
A stillness crept over the cabin, punctuated only by the heavy panting of the four satiated people laying naked on the large bunk in the aftermath of their orgiastic revel. Harry was smiling at his wife, enjoying with her what had been a fantastic, though not by any means rare, session. Lynn had escaped from under Harry's bulky weight, and was lying on her side, her head turned so that she would not have to confront her husband. And Mark lay calm now, already clear in his mind about the result this totally unrealistic event in his life was going to have on his future, and his marriage, in that order.
"Well now," came the husky voice from above their heads, "it looks like I've missed the party."
Hans looked down with an obscene grin deforming his swarthy face, at the four naked, glistening bodies on the bunk below. He chuckled at their surprise, and began to descend into the cabin.
"I don't guess anybody minds if one more joins the party?" he said lewdly.
There was a pause, and then Kate's sensuous voice broke the silence.
"Well," she said, invitingly, "I certainly don't."
"Well, I do!"
Mark lurched off the bunk, and grabbed for his clothes.
"You four can stay down here as long as you want, and fuck each other to death for all I care," he said, pulling on his pants hastily and gathering up the rest of his clothes in his arms, "but I'm leaving. I can only take so much."
"But Mark," Kate asked, offended, "wasn't I good for you baby?"
Mark turned to her, and ran one hand quickly along her face, giving her a slight pat at the same time.
"Sweetheart, you were magnificent. We'll do it again sometime."
He turned and made his way to the cabin door, easing around the burly form of Hans, who was already shedding himself of his clothes, making himself ready to partake in this feast of the senses.
"You take my place," he said sarcastically to Hans, then, turning to stare at his wife with bitter rejection, he said, "And take care of my wife for me, will you? It looks to me like she just can't get enough."
"Mark!!!!" Lynn cried out, her insides suddenly twisted in an overwhelming panic, "You… you're not going to leave me here?"
Mark looked at her coldly, as though she were a stranger, as though there had never been any love between them. And she knew, immediately, with a terrifying certainty, that he was going to leave her, was going to walk away and completely abandon her for all time to the hell she had lived aboard the Vera.