Chapter 8
Frank Delasandro sat in his darkened truck and fretted restlessly. An instinct told him a lot was happening in the darkened beach house right then. Somehow, he knew he was missing something he should know. Checking in the side-view mirror and glancing up ahead on the road, he saw that he was alone. The night had a full moon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The stars glittered overhead in thick disarray and he swore under his breath, realizing that visibility was only too good. It would help him in spotting anything, it would also help in spotting him.
Checking his camera, he got out of his truck and swung the door closed with a deft ease. He stood listening for a moment. Silence. He looked at the beach house with narrowed eyes and slipped off the road into the silent soft sand and ran as quickly as he could behind a sand dune, shielding himself from the highway. He sat down on the sand and put his camera to one eye and adjusted the telephoto lens. The house was dark and quiet as his eye panned over it. He seemed so close to it he could reach out and touch its walls, its windows.
Frank sat bolt upright as he slowly transversed the bedroom window and then quickly swung back again. Something was going on in the bedroom. He could see dark figures moving and regrouping. They seemed to be in shadow. His heart pounded against his ribs as he realized that the Blockers and the Colemans were all in that house together and probably in the bedroom all together. And the lights were turned out!
Frank looked around with the cunning and aggressiveness of a ferret. Despite the blue moonlight illuminating the white sand, despite his vulnerability, he had to get closer to the Blocker beach house and see what was going on. He had to know, he had to see for himself. His mouth was dry and his frantic mind was trying to think of a reason he could give for lurking outside the dark Blocker house with a camera. He couldn't think straight and his anxiety heightened as he crept out from behind the dune and scurried toward the house. What would he say if caught? What could he say? Supposing there was nothing happening in the house and he was caught? Then he would look like some kind of nut, some kind of pervert.
But he was sure, as he ran, crouching low, that something was going on. He had seen enough on the beach and the night before. These people were wild. Amoral. Rich. Hell, they could do anything they wanted and get away with it. Hell, they did what he dreamed of doing. He was sure with an edgy conviction born of desperation and horniness, that something was going on. He was more than willing to risk everything in return for seeing something, seeing them do something. What? What were they up to?
He flopped and crawled in the sand on his belly under the house and lay with his heart thumping against the sand and fought to catch his breath. Under the house, he couldn't be seen. He would rest for a moment, catch his breath, calm his screaming nerves then crawl out and see what was happening inside the bedroom. He checked his camera around his neck and saw that it was loaded and free of sand. Slowly, he crawled out from under the house and peered around. Except for the steady rhythm of waves breaking on the shore, it was quiet. The road was empty of any traffic.
He got to his feet and looked around once more. All was quiet. He turned to the window and discovered that it was higher off the sand than he thought. He had to stand on his tiptoes to see in. What he glimpsed almost made him scream aloud.
He sat down in the sand and rubbed his face. It was too much to believe. His heart pounding with a renewed excitement, his cock beginning to swell rock-hard in his pants, he stood up, silently cursing his lack of height, and looked in the window again.
The sight he saw was an orgy of naked writhing bodies. Even in his wildest fantasies, even when he lay awake at night, conjuring up sexual episodes, never, ever, had he thought of what the four of them were doing on the water bed that made their bodies rise and fall like on a boat in a deep swell. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead as he watched them moving into place. Donna Blocker was giving instructions, her compact body naked, her breasts jiggling and quivering as she moved.
Donna was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her knees slightly bent. She, like Anne, was lying with her feet facing the window. Donna was cupping her fleshy breasts in her hands, her taut nipples captured between her fingers. Frank could see the moist slit of her cunt in her black pubic hair in the moonlight. A wanton smile played on her lips as the two men knelt on either side of her and licked and sucked at her nipples. Frank watched as she rose then almost sank out of sight on the undulating water bed. Each time she rose on a swell, her loins would grind and writhe, making her cunt twist and move in an obscene way. She was hot, no doubt about it.
The Coleman woman, Anne, lay next to her with her big body sprawled, her massive and well-shaped legs spread wide, her hand playing with her cunt, spreading wide the lips with the tips of her fingers, showing the scarlet glistening walls of her cunt. Her big breasts lolled and rolled with the swaying surges of the water bed.
The two men were naked and their cocks waved erect and hard, like prehistoric animals blindly finding their way. As Frank watched, Donna let her hands trail away from her firm jutting breasts as the men sucked and bit, and she let her fingers tangle in the hair of their heads as she closed her eyes and wantonly thrust her rib cage up so that they could take more of her breasts in their mouths. Then she said something to the men and they pulled back and away, both of them looking at Anne.
Frank's fingers trembled as he put them on the window ledge and pulled himself higher. He hoped-prayed-with all his might that they wouldn't look at the window and see him. He pulled himself higher with all his strength and held on as he watched. They were all looking at Anne now and she lay naked, obscene, her hand idly spreading her cunt lips. What a sluttish sight she was! Frank licked his lips, feeling his mouth bone-dry. His prick jutted in his pants and throbbed so that it almost hurt. Never in his whole life had he ever had such a roaring, horny, come-and-get-it hard-on.
As he watched, Donna rolled over on her stomach and got to her hands and knees and crawled between Anne's legs. Anne, with an obscene smirk, seemed to know what she was going to do and spread her legs wider and let her stomach roll and writhe like a belly dancer's. Donna knelt between her legs, smiling down at her, her breasts pendulous and swaying, her stomach and waist thin, her buttocks round and completely exposed to Frank's gaze. As he watched with open mouth, Donna lay down on top of Anne, their breasts crushing and bulging against one another, and put her hotly open mouth on Anne's and ran her tongue in and out! Frank almost lost his grip and fell. But he couldn't allow that, he had to see what was happening! He watched, his eyes bugging, his mouth open, his breath coming in gasps and the muscles in his arms trembling with the effort and his fingers turning white on the window ledge as Donna began pumping her hips as if she were a man, as if she were fucking Anne. The two women, not five feet away, began writhing and pumping, rising and falling on the water bed, grinding their crotches together in an obscene and abandoned way. As he watched, Donna slowly spread her legs wide.
The veins stood out on Frank's forehead as he watched the two women. Their feet were facing him and, as he watched, he saw Donna's legs and thighs on top of Anne's. He saw Anne's cunt split wide open by Donna's weight and saw Donna's cunt opening, swelling with desire. His breath came light and fast as he saw Donna writhe and grind her round white buttocks down on Anne's cunt! It was so lewd, so depraved, so perverted! The two women seemed possessed as they moved with the tempo and rhythm of the water bed. He watched as Anne's whole buttocks and crotch were forced upward by the motion of the water beneath her and, at the same time, Donna's round, taut buttocks were sent jutting upward as she rotated and ground her hips down. The two women were grinding their clits into each other's pubic hair, exciting each other and enflaming already wild passions.
Frank was so excited he pressed his groin up against the side of the house as he panted. That Blocker woman was some kind of crazy pervert the way she was acting with her ass split wide so that he could see her asshole all brown and puckered and her cunt with her swollen vaginal lips as she moved and ground and pumped like a nymphomaniac gone wild. And Coleman's wife, the big blonde, didn't seem to mind. In fact, she threw her arms around Blocker's wife and ran her tongue into Donna's mouth while she jutted her hips up with all her might.
The two women presented a spectacle of unbridled lust and passion as they writhed and lolled on the water bed and spread their legs as wide apart as possible. Their widely spread, gaping, glistening, red cunts were rubbing close together, their tiny clits erect, rolling around like two ball-bearings rubbing against one another. Their breasts were crushed together except when Donna would pull away, resting her weight on her arms while her back arched; yet her groin still pressed down and she let the nipples of her breasts skim over Anne's big proud boobs.
Anne, her mouth open, her eyes half closed and misted over, would reach with her hands and caress the breasts, pinching and massaging the nipples. She would keep this up until Donna, her face twisting with passion and lust, would fall on Anne with a fury, their open mouths locked together while Donna's cunt rubbed against Anne's.
It was too much for the two men in the room to bear. They practically fought with one another, Phil winning, to get in position to fuck both women. Phil crouched between both women's wide-spread legs and guided his cock home into Anne's cunt below his wife's. Like a thick tree-stump, it sunk home and began sawing in and out, glistening with her excitement. He was arched behind his wife, his hands gripping her buttocks as he fucked Anne Coleman below her. His cock sawed in and out, gradually, brutally, sawing faster and faster. Donna kept grinding down on Anne's cunt.
Frank watched Jim Coleman who, in turn, was watching what was happening with his wife. Jim's hand stroked his cock back and forth. He had to have some of the action. He started toward Phil when his wife's hand shot out. She had rolled her head as she moaned with delight and saw her husband horny and about to push Phil off. Jim looked down at her then crawled upward on the surging water bed until his hips were directly parallel with her head, with her face, with her open mouth. Donna, on top of her, looked down and saw what she was going to do. She joined in, reaching and wrapping her petite fingers around his cock that was as erect and hard as metal. Jim jutted his hips forward and the two women fought, their mouths open and wet, their tongues sliding out, their expressions lewd and wanton. They fought gently, they fought with their mouths and their tongues; they fought to lick and suck his cock. They took turns: Anne licking the bulging shaft of her husband's prick while Donna Blocker wrapped her lips around the pulsating mushroom head of his cock and sucked with her eyes closed.
It was all too much for Frank. Watching the writhing mass with one woman on top of another and one man fucking while the two women sucked the other man's penis. A moan of outraged desire was building in his throat while he thought that the head of his cock was swelling to the point where it would split the skin and explode. He hung at the window in a sexual agony, his arms trembling. Biting his tongue and trembling as he felt his cum building, swirling in his balls, he let go of the window and, luckily, fell back silently into the sand.
He was on his feet instantly, his lips twisted in a silent Italian fury. His fists clenched, he went sprinting off across the sand, plumes of sand jetting up behind him, towards his truck. All caution was thrown to the wind; he ran as if he were in the Olympics, his head thrown back, legs pumping. He ran recklessly, falling, turning a somersault once, charging right over a dune and falling, in a cascade of fine sand, down the other side and skidding onto the road and, with feet pounding, running down the road to his truck. He took a stepladder from the rear of the truck and, slinging it over one shoulder, his teeth gritted, bared, his eyes narrowed, he ran back through the loose sand toward the house.
To hell with it, he thought. I don't give a damn who sees me!
He ran with a wild look in his eye as he thought he really didn't care if anyone saw him or not. He was horny, hornier than he had ever been before in his whole life and with it, with the ecstatic pain and frustration and vivid excitement and lewd enticement, with all the pounding thrills, there came a wild elation and freedom. He practically wanted to yell, to make a noise of exultation and lustful joy. He really didn't care if anyone saw him or not! In fact, if someone did, if someone drove by, if the beach patrol drove by and caught him on the ladder, looking in the window, he wasn't at all sure he would mind. He felt like he was continually balanced on the edge of the mightiest orgasm of his life. He teetered on the rim of a canyon and the canyon was filled with his hot cum.
He ran to the window and went about setting the ladder up while he heaved for his breath; glancing up at the window as he did so. The legs sunk in the sand so that the ladder was secure, he leaned against it and caught and held his breath. He closed his eyes and felt his heart thudding against his ribs and felt his cock painfully hard and pressed against his flat strong Italian stomach. He fought to control himself or he would be diving through that bedroom window and falling among the hotly wet bodies on that swaying and surging water bed. With his legs and arms trembling, he climbed up two steps of the ladder and straightened to see what was going on in the room.
Phil Blocker, his body thick and muscular, had shifted to kneel behind and against his wife's buttocks. His big cock was spreading her cunt wide as he fucked her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his balls slapping against Anne's cunt that was imprisoned below, ready and waiting for him to plow into it and ravage her. Jim Coleman was kneeling by the girl's heads with his legs spread wide. Both of his big masculine hands were holding Donna Blocker's head in place, tilting her gaping mouth and head upwards so that he could slide his bulging cock into her mouth. As Frank watched, gripping the stepladder with all his might, the two men crouched facing one another, grinning lewdly as they fucked Donna Blocker from both ends at the same time. He watched her being fucked in the mouth while her husband sawed in and out of her cunt.
Her body bucked and arched and writhed to the brutal rhythm of the fucking. Jim Coleman really fucked her in the mouth, his cock slamming in while his wife, directly below, watched. Her arms encircled Donna's bucking and undulating back and her hands trailed down over her tight round buttocks while her fingers skimmed, searching for and finding Donna's unprotected and puckered anus.
Frank had to grip his cock under his pants to relieve the agony of desire and frustration as he watched Mrs. Blocker really getting worked over from all sides. Jesus, she loved it! He could tell by the blissful way her eyes were closed, by the way she tossed her constrained head and the way her sweating body twisted and writhed as she was battered back and forth and her crushed breasts, covered with sweat, slid in and out of Anne Coleman's breasts as Phil Blocker grinned and fucked with all his might from behind. Frank watched and imagined Mrs. Blocker putting her mouth over his cock, tightening her lips around the shaft while he fucked her the way she was now with Coleman. Jesus, she loved it. Jesus, she was going to suck that cock right off!
Her body jiggled and shook as the men fucked her wildly and Frank could see her body tensing, arching, like a matchstick in flame, until she began to shudder all over and cum again and again in great jerks as her cum juice held her pinned in time and place. The two men, sensing they had her on the borders of madness and ecstasy, redoubled their efforts, their thick cocks flying in and out of her mouth and cunt faster and harder. Donna was pinned in place, caught between the strength and lust of the two men and forced to continue her orgasm until she made a muffled moan that rattled in her throat that even Frank could hear through the pane of glass.
As Frank crouched on the ladder outside, peering in, focusing his camera, opening the shutter wide and holding it steady for an exposure, Donna collapsed and Jim Coleman pulled his wild prick from her suddenly lax mouth and let her head loll as her body turned to putty and she sank on top of Anne with a dreamily wild smile on her lips. Phil, sensing the laxness in her hips, withdrew his throbbing cock and, readjusting his knees, he plunged it into the gaping, creamy cunt of Jim's wife. Frank brought the lewd scene into sharp focus through the lens and saw Jim Coleman lean his weight forward on his arms and slide his knees down on the water bed so that his glistening mushroomed penis hovered right over his wife's lips. Anne tilted back her head, exposing her long white throat and opened her mouth, one free hand guiding Jim's cock in as she sucked on it and felt Phil's big prick, like a battering ram, spreading her cunt so far that it hurt. But it hurt deliciously and now she was going to get it, get the treatment they had given Donna.
Donna, feeling Anne's body beneath her, feeling it writhing and responding with lewd undulations to the men fucking her, felt desire licking like flames at her ravaged loins. She pumped back with her hips and let her hands trail down over the hips of Anne. They were tensed and sweaty and writhing with desire. Donna felt Phil's body pounding against her buttocks and watched as Jim sawed his stumplike prick in and out of her mouth. She saw his cock drive further and further into Anne's mouth as deep as her throat and saw her cheeks bulge with the effort of each thrust and saw them hollow out as he withdrew and she sucked him back in while her pulpy lips held him tight.
Donna reached with her hands and her fingers wedged themselves between Anne's working rolling buttocks and the water bed. She felt and gripped the cheeks of her buttocks in her hands and thrilled at their strength as she worked them, used them to move her cunt as Phil fucked her. Donna felt her fingers slipping into the deep dark crevice between her fat buttocks and her own desire came back strong as she felt the tips of her fingers graze over Anne's puckered-tight asshole.
Donna thrilled. She wanted Anne to feel what she had felt, she wanted her to cum until she fell back, weak and spent. She wanted to help Anne to her climax then lick her body, lick her all over while the men watched and Anne grew aroused. She wanted to curl her tongue into Anne's throbbing cunt and feel her grow aroused again. She wanted to do that, make love to Anne and arouse her to lewd acts of her own while the men watched. A thrill, an unholy wild thrill ran through Donna as she pushed with one finger and felt the rubbery entrance to Anne's rectum give a little. A dark thrill seemed to rack both women as they visibly shuddered and Anne made an effort to stretch her legs even wider apart. She succeeded by some superhuman effort, allowing Donna free passage. With a lustful grin twisting her lips, Donna looked down at Anne's head tilted back and at Jim's prick buried in her mouth and her finger pushed hard and plopped into Anne's anus with the anal ring tightening around the first joint.
Anne gave a muffled moan and her eyes showed white as pain shot from her anus as Donna's finger plunged and probed around. Pain stabbed through her body with the speed of light and mingled with the pleasure and became a passion that was building to a point where it would consume her. She was being used, abused, and degraded. She was being degraded by her own husband in front of others! Her husband was watching while another man and woman defiled her! And it was thrilling. A rhythmic, lewd, relaxation came over her. Her tawny body became catlike as she writhed and bucked and twisted and let them do what they wished with her.
Outside, Frank was shooting, getting all he could. He almost fell off the ladder as Anne started to cum, her body twitching in fine spasms then jerking back and forth as her orgasm built and swept through her and the men threw back their heads and fucked with an insane abandon. Both of them felt they were too hot and horny to ever cum yet they had to try and they banged and slammed her over the water bed while Donna rode on top of her writhing tortured body and sawed her finger in and out of Anne's asshole.
It seemed as though they were going to fuck the life out of Anne as she collapsed, her arms twitching helpless and limp at her sides as first Jim then Phil came with bellowing roars. They came, pumping white hot sperm into her mouth and cunt as she lay helpless under them and Donna ran her finger in and out of her anus. They pumped with all their might until they slumped and fell away from her ravaged and battered body, then sunk back exhausted.