One by one, each person in the orgiastic tangle began to come to his or her pinnacle of sexual fulfillment, that instant in time when nature calls a halt to arousal and orgasm results.
Slamming his vibrantly aching cock upward into his wife Cheryl's tightly sheathing rectum, Frank Paynter was first, as in a sudden rush, his hot white semen searing from him with the most exquisite sensations he had ever experienced, as he clasped her tight to him, his hands mauling her breasts brutally. At the instant of his ejaculation, he gasped into her ear. "God, Cheryl! This is something else! AAAaaaaaugggh!" He bucked up against her for a final thrust and stiffened, as his cock pumped endlessly. Then, as Jim, above, continued his pounding deep into Cheryl's clasping vaginal tunnel, he gradually relaxed under her and waited, his throbbing cock still embedded deep in her forever stretched rear passage.
Almost simultaneously, Nancy, straddling Cheryl's face, her body already fully aroused again, was licked to orgasm in a matter of a few moments, while at the same time, her own lips and tongue grazed in the sensitive black-fringed cuntal flesh of her hostess, bringing her to climax, also. The two women convulsed, Nancy raising her head from between Jim's wife's thighs to give voice to the splendor of her orgasm as Charlotte cleared her mouth of Gene Barber's hardened cock to do likewise.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!" It was an exultant hymn to Aphrodite, the Goddess of love!
Then in the next instant, it was Cheryl, being filled to the utmost with thick hard penile flesh, whose surging orgasm shimmered through her body with a rapture beyond compare. Opening her mouth, she joined the other two women in a canon of ecstasy, "Oooooooooooohhhhh! My Godddddddddd! I'm cumming! Now! Now! Nowwwww! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggghh!"
Above her, as her thighs scissored out widespread, Jim Harding jackhammered his demanding cock deep into the sucking young pussy of Frank Paynter's wife, as he felt the sperm begin to hose hotly through the expanding shaft of his cock.
"AAAAAAaaauugh!" he grunted. "What a gorgeous, tight little cunt." He collapsed on top of her, his heavy chest coming down to flatten the full ripeness of her breasts.
But Gene hadn't cum yet. When Charlotte screamed out her ecstasy, he was left out momentarily, the glistening shaft of his cock waving uselessly before him. As he watched, he saw that all of the others had climaxed, and it was time for him to make his move.
Kneewalking around to the side of Jim Harding, he nudged the big man's ribs and growled, "Get off of her… and let me at her, now!"
Jim with a groan of satisfaction, looked up at him, saw who it was, noted the lurching state of the lawyer's cock and smilingly obliged. "She's all yours counselor!"
As their tall host pulled his now deflating cock from her and rolled away to lie stretched at full length on the floor, Frank, beneath his wife, having heard the quick exchange, squirmed free also, to leave Cheryl lying on her back between them. Glancing behind him, he saw that Nancy and Charlotte were lying clasped in each other's arms, as the final throes of their orgasms washed gently through their bodies.
Gene came between Cheryl's legs, and reaching down grasped her knees and pressed them back against her chest, jackknifing her legs cruelly as he came down on her, his ready-to-explode cock going deeply into her. Holding her in position, his heavy chest against her shins, his hands holding her knees pressed tight together, he began to pound into the still clasping sheath of her cunt, hoping against hope that he would be able to bring her to yet another orgasm before he himself had to cum.
It was only a few cunt-plumbing strokes until she was exploding beneath him and screaming demandingly, "Fuck me! Hard! Deep! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggh!"
Now the living room of the lodge was silent, except for the sounds of raspy breathing, while outside, the silence was all the more accented by the soft fall of snowflakes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Afterward, they drank some more, and the men rested.
Perhaps to prove her point, Charlotte Harding instigated more lesbian play among the three women. Cheryl lost count, after a while, of exactly how many orgasms she had experienced that night, induced either by a man's cock… or a man's or woman's tongue. It was wild, wild, wild!
Much later, in the wee hours of the morning, they all went upstairs to bed but not to sleep with their own spouses. Nancy Barber claimed their host, Jim Harding. She wanted him all to herself for a little while, at least. Frank Paynter slept with Charlotte, and his wife Cheryl, who had started out detesting the pudgy lawyer, went off happily to bed with him.
They all slept until past noon.
It was the sound of the airplane motor which awakened Jim. Looking out of the window, he saw that it was a plane equipped with skis come to rescue them.
In the hallway, he called out, "Everybody up, now! We're going to be rescued!" Then, he added, "Whether we want to or not!"
Jonothan Longwalk cleared the snowdrift from the front door of the lodge, and when it was opened gravely greeted them all. He explained that he had arranged for the boarding of the two horses, but that he had not insisted on the airplane; he would have preferred a Jeep.
Later, as he stood watching the plane take off to bear her away, her words of thanks to him still ringing in his ear, Jonothan mused: Perhaps, Mrs. Paynter… Cheryl will come to the lodge again… in the spring… for the fishing… Then, I would not be fainthearted! It is possible! I know now that she is… possible! He had seen the signs. Perhaps it was in her eyes!
Another of the items Jim Harding had inherited was berthed at Newport. He sat in the main cabin interviewing a prospective client.
"Your ad said you'd be cruising to Baja for three weeks… with, ah… congenial people?" The man was all too aware of Charlotte sitting across from him, her legs crossed prettily, an expanse of soft voluptuous thigh highly visible to him, while above, the top of her dress barely covered her breasts. Damn! I don't think she's wearing a brassiere… and if I could see up her leg just a little higher I'd bet she doesn't have any pants on either!
"That's right!" Jim told him then followed it with a question. "You're married, of course…?"
"Oh, yes, yes, of course! My wife is very much interested in a cruise of this sort!" the young doctor hastened to explain.
"Then, why don't you bring her to our home tonight! We'd like to meet her. We never book a couple until we've talked to both of them!"
Jim wrote down his address and handed it to the young man, who stowed it in his jacket pocket and rose to leave.
"Why do you insist on that, Mr. Harding…?"
"Jim! Just call me, Jim, Doctor… and my wife's name is Charlotte… and the reason we do it is to make sure that all of the people on the cruise are… congenial. After all, three weeks is a long time to spend together on a sailing yacht!"
"Yes, I suppose it is…"
"And, everyone really gets to know everyone else… quite well!" Charlotte added.
"Intimately!" Jim said.
"Intimately…?"
"Very intimately!" Charlotte repeated. She rose and walked to the companionway. "Shall we expect you and your wife then at about nine?"
Young Doctor Conway was sure of it then. He thought he had gotten a glimpse of jet-black pubic hair, as she had risen from her seat.
"Yes, of course," His eyes followed her as she disappeared forward and went into her cabin.
"She's a beautiful woman, isn't she, Doctor?"
"Yes, she is!" he gulped. "Will she be going along on the cruise, too?"
"Of course!" Jim said amiably. "She goes everywhere I go!"
The young doctor started to put it all together, in his mind, an inkling of what it was all about, the emphasis on congeniality… intimacy, Charlotte's provocative dress and walk, fitting together like a puzzle. Why the whole damned cruise could be one great big swinging party!