“Ball me, Phil,” she said huskily.
Phil was gawking at her moist gleaming slit. He got slowly onto his knees and crawled between her legs, never taking his eager eyes off her ripe red pussy. His cock was creaming big streams of horny juice. He gingerly bent his erect prick down till the fat purple head was touching the juicy mouth of her cunt. He started to work his cock into her.
“Oooooooo,” Luann squealed, “oooooo…”
Karen watched with avid interest. She enjoyed watching other people ball. It got her very excited. It didn’t bother her that in this case she was watching her husband slip his cock into another woman’s cunt. She felt perfectly secure and happy and unbugged. Like the others, she leaned forward in her chair to watch as Phil worked his cock clear to the root in Luann’s gushing box.
“Yeah, get into her, boy,” Harry panted, “ball that little bitch. You’ll dig her, Phil. She’s got a super hot box there.”
Luann grinned and squealed with pleasure as Phil penetrated her. Finally his swollen red balls were resting against her wet swollen pussy, the hard head of his cock butting her womb. He gave a happy sigh and then started fucking her in quick hard jabs. The pretty redhead gave a loud yelp of delight and threw her legs around his jerking body, digging his cock deep into her.
“Yeah, yeah, ball me, Phil,” she whined. “Ohhhh, honey, that’s good. Don’t stop. Ball me all night.”
Fat chance, Karen thought bitterly.
But to her wonder, Phil didn’t come instantly. He didn’t shoot his load in less than a minute, like he always did with his wife. He’d finally learned how to hang in there. He just kept humping away, reaming and probing Luann’s eagerly offered cunt. The redhead wailed with joy.
“Oh, Christ, what a tiger,” Luann moaned. “Yeah, baby, keep balling me. Ohhhhhh…”
Harry chuckled as he watched the ecstatic couple humping away in the open air in full view of their friends—and in full view of the Coast Guard or any other ship that happened close by.
Nobody seemed to worry, nobody seemed to care. Time had stopped, and there were no responsibilities. Harry turned after awhile and looked at Karen.
“Hey, baby,” he said, “you’re next. You and Roger.”
Karen felt herself blushing deeply, and yet she really wasn’t disturbed by the suggestion. She glanced over at Roger Green, the lean blond accountant, and saw that he was grinning appreciatively at her. She grinned back. Roger was a very attractive man, and she loved the idea of getting it on with him.
“Go ahead, kids,” Harry chuckled. “You don’t have to wait till Phil and Luann finish. Hell, they could go all night. Booze does that to you.”
Karen wobbled to her feet, giggling. Roger did the same. They approached each other, slowly and clumsily taking off their clothes, laughing like kids. Karen unbuttoned the front of her dress, let it slip off her shoulders and down to her feet, then stepped out of it. Only then did she remember that in her anger with Phil she’d neglected to put on any underwear. She stood before everyone stark naked.
What the hell, it didn’t matter. It just saved time like Luann, she felt the impulse to dance to unheard music, and she swayed back and forth, her big pale tits gently quivering, while she watched Roger undress. His eyes were glued hungrily to her tall curvy body as he fumbled out of his clothes.
“You’re beautiful, baby, beautiful,” he whispered.
Karen smiled broadly. She felt no inhibitions at all. She put her hands on her hips and shook her body wantonly, thrusting her blonde muff forward, making her full ripe breasts jiggle like jello. Roger almost tripped getting out of his pants. Finally he was skinning out of his shorts, his very last piece of clothing.
Karen gawked hungrily at his cock. She’d seen it before when she spied, but now she could get a really close look. It was a beauty, just as thick as Phil’s but longer. It was so swollen the blue veins stood out, and the head was a hard purple bulb of flesh. Bright bubbles of juice oozed out—and Karen did not resist the urge to taste them.
She dropped to her knees before Roger Green and eagerly stuffed his erect dick, deep into her mouth.
“Awwwww, yeah,” Roger yelped.
“Way to go, honey,” Harry chuckled. “Hey, Phil, your wife’s getting right into the spirit of the game.”
Phil, who was very busily screwing Luann, glanced over and saw Karen going down on Roger. He nodded benignly, even smiled. The sight of his lovely blonde wife sucking another guy’s cock didn’t seem to bother him in the least. Of course that could have been because he was happily poking his dick in another man’s wife. Phil was almost cross-eyed with pleasure in fact.
Karen didn’t even notice his brief inspection because she was completely absorbed in tasting, licking and sucking Roger’s delicious handsome cock. She could have spent hours on it. She ran her slick hot lips slowly, hungrily, up and down the throbbing hard pole of his dick, gurgling happily as she lapped up his oozing cock juice and swallowed it.
But Roger was getting impatient. “Hey, baby, that’s great,” he panted, “but I wanta stick it in you now, okay? Please, Karen, before I come in your mouth.”
To Karen that didn’t sound like a bad idea, getting a whole delicious mouthful of his come, but she knew she wouldn’t get off that way. So she let his rock-hard prick snap from her mouth, spit-wet and gleaming and hard. She went down onto her hands and knees and waited. She really liked the doggy position lately, for some reason. She hoped Roger would like it, too.
Site waited, and then she felt his hot hands on her hips, steadying himself as he poked his swollen cock-head around in her steamy pussy. He quickly found the mouth of her cunt and started pushing into her. Karen realized vaguely that this was her fourth cock of the day, but that only added to her excitement. Roger’s long stiff dick felt fantastically good as it slowly filled her ever-hungry twat.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, “oh, yes, yes, ball meeee.”
“You better believe I will, doll,” Roger sighed. “Jesus, your cunt is hot. Ahhhhhh…”
He thrust the hard head of his cock against her slick womb, and then he started to ball her. Karen creamed furiously around his jerking meat and started to moan steadily, uncontrollably. She kept her pert ass shamelessly stuck up in the air, giving him full access to her horny pussy. For her, time ended. She could have balled all night.
“Ohhhhh, that’s so good, Roger,” she whined, “I just love it. Fuck me deep, fuck me hard. Yeah, like that. Oh, don’t ever stop, please…”
Roger just chuckled, obviously enjoying himself as he balled her doggy-style. She moaned with joy and glanced over to see how Phil was doing. He was still humping away, banging Luann’s juicy cunt with tireless deep thrusts of his cock. He was setting his own world’s record. Karen just hoped the talent would carry over to HER. Phil had a blissful grin on his face, and Luann was wailing with joy.
“Ahhhh, Jesus,” the redhead gasped, “I don’t know how many more times I can come.”
“Oh, you’ll make the effort, I’m sure,” Harry laughed.
All the while Roger’s wife Penny had been sitting there watching, smashed and content. Now she started to get restless. She rubbed her own swollen breasts and pointed nipples, outlined brazenly under her tight jersey top. She rubbed her own swollen eager crotch and, kept glancing at Harry, the self-proclaimed director of this unusual contest. Finally Penny couldn’t control her horny impatience.
“Hey, Harry,” she said, “what about me?”
Harry winked at the statuesque brunette, “I was just getting to that, baby,” he said. “You and I are gonna ball.”
Penny didn’t have to be asked twice. She staggered to her feet and pulled her jersey off over her head, tousling her thick chestnut hair—and revealing that she hadn’t worn a bra. Her huge pale knockers wobbled obscenely. She fumbled with the zipper of her stretch pants and started pulling it down.