Chapter 4
Damn it, Bob Grant thought furiously . . . first he had a bust-up with his wife and now he found one of the two people the quarrel had been about was still on the ship and not, as he had thought, ashore with Joanna and her own husband!
That meant that Joanna would spend the whole day in the company of Len Bonner! She would be surrounded by his oily, overdone charm wherever she went in the strange city across the water; his crude insinuations would follow her through the markets and bazaars; every time she crossed a street, his thick-fingered yokel's hands would be pawing her, touching her up between her elbow and breast as he pretended to guide her through the traffic! Well it served her damned well right, Bob thought irritably, anger submerging the sudden flare of jealousy he had felt. Maybe a whole day in that coarse and vulgar bastard's company would be good for her! It would show her just what kind of people she was getting in with; she would see for herself the sort of crowd she seemed so keen for them to join!
In the meantime he was faced with the unwelcome presence of Bonner's flashy and underdressed wife. Why in hell had the woman not gone ashore as planned? Didn't she think the Turks would appreciate her lewdly displayed charms? In any event, he must make some excuse and get rid of her as soon as possible. He rather fancied a book and a deck chair in the sun on the promenade deck -- on the side away from the waterfront. Maybe he could get a hit of peace that way!
"Why - uh Mrs. Bonner!" he said with false heartiness." I sure didn't expect to see you here! What happened? I thought you were going ashore with your husband and . . . and my wife."
Harriet smiled winningly. "And I thought you were," she said. "What happened to you?"
"I `er . . . well I guess I didn't feel too good this morning. And what with the hot sun and the rich food . . . well, I guess I figured I'd be better off staying aboard. So I -- um -- I persuaded Joanna to go right on without me, Bob said weakly.
"But that's my story exactly!" the brunette exclaimed gaily. "My tummy was so upset when I woke, I couldn't leave the cabin until ten. I said to Len, I said, honey, if I come with you I'll not dare move a single foot beyond the pierhead toilets! You go on, I said, and tell me all about it later! I'll stay aboard and rest up a little. Is that what happened to you, too, Bob? Did you get an attack of the trots, too?"
"Well not exactly that is to say I . . . well, yes in a way," young Grant lied valiantly, flustered by this intimate account of Mrs. Bonner's alimentary details. He wasn't used to-women -- especially women he hardly knew -vouchsafing such private information in public.
"It must have been something we ate last night," Harriet said. "I told Len at the time: I suspect that crab salad, I said. I swear that crab meat's canned and not even deep-frozen! But he wouldn't listen. He went right ahead and ate the salad, and I had the fish soup. So what happens? He's okay today and I'm sick! Isn't that just like the world!"
"Yes, indeed, Mrs. Bonner. In fact I thought I'd rest up myself today and take it easy, too. So maybe if you'll excuse me . . ."
"Oh but my dear boy that's exactly what you shouldn't do!" Harriet cried, forgetting that she had herself said she was going to do this a moment before. "It's the worst thing possible! All that happens if you do that, you mope around all day and think how sick you feel . . . and you end up feeling worse than ever. Keep out of the sun, yes. Leave off the pilafs and the kebabs and those cute pastries with honey and nuts and all. Stay away from that delicious halva! But otherwise you should forget it. Keep active and live an ordinary life, that's the only way, believe me!"
"Yes, but . . ."
"In any case, we shouldn't be standing out here in this hot sun, a couple of invalids like us!" Harriet said with mock severity. "I tell you what . . . why don't we go on down in the saloon, where it's nice and cool, and have us a glass of something to fix us up right now? Come on: it's my invitation -- besides, I'm much older than you and I'm sure your wife wouldn't mind."
"I'm sure she wouldn't," Bob began dubiously, "but I don't think . . ."
"Come on! It'll do you a world of good, I promise you. Toni, the barman, has a special recipe that works wonders with an upset tummy!" She put a soft hand through his arm and walked him unresistingly towards the companionway.
"Isn't it rather early?" Bob protested. "I mean . . . well, it's not eleven yet."
"Not a bit of it! Mediterranean tummy's just like a king-size hangover: the sooner you catch `em the better! Believe me, I know!"
Five minutes later, with a rather bad grace, Bob found himself sitting next to her on a leather-covered seat in a shadowy corner of the bar on "A" Deck, gazing at two glasses of dark-amber liquid which the barman had just placed on the table in front of them. At the far end of the big, oak-beamed saloon a trio of piano, drums and electric guitar played quietly in an alcove. Through the open windows, beyond the handful of drinkers seated on high stools behind the brass rails of the bar, the pale towers of modern apartment buildings gleamed in the blinding sunlight beside the swollen white domes of mosques. There was a forest of masts and rigging festooning the waterfront, and between the harbor and the ship the graceful terra cotta sail of a felucca scythed across the brilliant blue water.
"That's better!" Harriet said, raising her glass. "Get that down inside of you and you'll feel a new man. Good health!"
Feeling a complete fraud, Bob did the same and then took a suspicious sip of his drink. It was unexpectedly warm and mellow, with a delicious fruity under-flavor, leaving a dark velvety glow in his throat after he had swallowed it. "Mmmmmmm! That's good!" he said. "I expected one of those damned bitter concoctions. What is this?"
The brunette laughed. "Simple," she said. "It's just port and brandy in equal proportions, with a tiny dash of Angostura. It's the best thing in the world for settling the stomach."
"Port and brandy!" Bob echoed. "But isn't that rather . . . well, rather alcoholic? I mean it's mixing drinks, too, isn't it? I thought . . ."
"The only things you mustn't mix are the grain and the grape," Harriet said. "Like whiskey and sherry, or gin and wine. But both of these are made from grapes. Anyway, the important thing is -- it works!"
He took another gulp, a larger one this time. It sure was good! It went down just like warm silk. If he'd really been sick, he was sure it would have made him feel better!
Mrs. Bonner was tipping her glass to her lips. She took a deep swallow of the smooth dark liquid, her eyes sparkling at him over the rim of the glass. He became uncomfortably aware of her proximity . . . and of how little clothing there was covering her ripely voluptuous body. She was sitting with her legs crossed. They weren't as long as Joanna's legs, but they were firm and tanned and shapely, and the ankles above the high-heeled white sandals were graceful and slender. He tried not to look at the swell of her hips as they bulged out the tightly-stretched material of her yellow hot pants. There were fan-shaped creases splayed out from the point where they plunged down between her shapely thighs, and the crotch was so tight that the seam had sunk slightly into her vaginal slit and outlined the round fleshy lips of her pussy.
Bob swallowed the rest of his drink hastily and set the glass back on the table. Beyond the miniature brass rail circling its edge, he could see a tiny trail of dark hairs shadowing the tautly muscled plane of Mrs. Bonner's stomach on its way up to her navel. Above her bronzed midriff, the plunge-neck halter top jutted away from her chest in two ripely swelling mounds between which a deep, soft cleft was visible.
She was a pretty good-looking woman really, he supposed. She certainly had a well-stacked figure in there! He looked away and out the window towards the glittering minarets of the city. Somewhere in the narrow streets below those sugar-cake towers Joanna was laughing and chattering with this woman's oafish husband, while he was stuck here drinking with a superannuated sex-symbol on this Goddamn ship! Well maybe he was being a little unfair: Mrs. Bonner wasn't so old really. In fact she couldn't be more than two or three years older than he was, when you came down to it. It was just that, somehow, she seemed older.
Damn Joanna anyway, he thought with a flash of anger. If she hadn't gone and made some damnfool arrangement with these people, they would never have quarreled. They would have gone ashore together as they planned, and he wouldn't be here trying to find some excuse to get away from the overpowering Mrs. Bonner. If Joanna hadn't behaved like such a bitch this morning, the whole thing need never have happened.
"Another drink for your thoughts!" Mrs. Bonner had finished her own drink and she was smiling at him over the table. Her sensuous lower lip gleamed wetly beneath a sparkle of white teeth.
Bob stumbled to his feet, knocking his glass over on the table. "N-n-no, please. Let me," he stammered. "I insist."
Harriet sat watching his angular, muscled figure stride to the bar with the same faint confident smile on her lips. He really was a good-looking boy! She had been through this time and time again and it never ceased to excite her. She was looking forward to the next moves in the game and she was going to enjoy seeing this stiffnecked greenhorn squirm when she turned on the heat! If only she could get him to her cabin, she'd really put him through his paces; she'd make it a fuck like nothing he'd ever had before, she told herself. It wasn't often that she got the chance to lay her hands on someone this young and this naive; it was a long time since she'd had the opportunity to break in a kid this innocent! Why, she guessed those two didn't even know how to begin once they got into the sack! It would be like that old salesman's gag about the three greyhounds that Len used to tell -- Whippet-in, Whippet-out and Wipe-it! Her smile broadened at the memory.
Bob Grant was back at the table with two glasses. "I got the same again, Mrs. Bonner," he said. "I guess that's the safest thing to do, eh?"
"That's fine, Bob. Just fine." Harriet said. "But look -- we're all together on this boat for another couple of weeks. Why don't we put an end to these formalities? I'd sure like for you to call me Harriet. Okay?"
"Uh -- why sure, Harriet. That's just great. I'd be glad to," the young man said awkwardly. Flushing slightly, he picked up his glass and swallowed half the contents in a single gulp. Perhaps Joanna had been right after all. Mrs. Bonner . . . Harriet . . . did seem to be quite a nice person, warm and friendly and uncomplicated as his wife had said. Not at all flashy really, when you came to think of it. Hell, with a body like that, you could hardly blame her for dressing to show it off! He drained his glass and put it carefully back on the table. It certainly was a good mixture: his whole body was permeated with a mellow glow and the self-consciousness he had felt before seemed magically to have vanished!
Harriet lifted her glass to her lips and smiled inwardly. She was going to enjoy playing mama to this kid. In just a little while now. A tinge of anticipation rippled between her thighs as she pictured him naked before her. "Why don't you ask me to dance, Bob?" she asked softly.
`They're playing one of the good old ones and it gives me kind of an itch in the feet!"
He glanced across the saloon. A few of the passengers who had not gone ashore were swaying in front of the trio. They were playing Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.
"Why sure," the boy said hastily, rising to his feet. "I'd be happy to, if you'd care to. Excuse me, Harriet."
He led her out to the tiny dance floor with one hand proprietarily under her elbow. She took him a little by surprise, the way she curled herself warmly in his arms, making certain he could feel the taut, full tips of her breasts pushing ripely into his chest. This girl was really built! He must be very careful, he told himself: it would never do if he found himself getting hot pants for the voluptuous Mrs. Bonner -especially just after he had quarreled with his wife! He tried to pull back a little and she smiled up into his face.
"Don't be afraid of me," she murmured. "I won't bite!" Her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, curled round his collar and cradled the back of his neck.
His face flushed again as the touch of her cool fingers sent a tremor of excitement quivering down his spine. He felt her push forward harder, spreading her legs slightly as she danced so that the swollen mound of her pussy ground softly against the top of his thigh. Her own thigh was pressing tightly between his legs as they moved slowly in time to the music. He caught his breath as she made contact with the soft bulge of his penis and, breathing into his ear, began to gyrate her legs slowly and methodically against it.
"I think I like dancing with you," she whispered as she felt the first slight stirrings of his cock beneath his tightly stretched pants.
Bob was aghast. Joanna was ashore with this woman's husband, and here he was in full view of the other passengers, getting a hard-on as Harriet Bonner draped herself more and more closely around him on the dance floor. The more she continued the maddening oscillations of her thigh against his loins, the more his cock jerked and quivered and the harder it got! And the worst thing of all was that he was enjoying it! He was having a ball!
His head was beginning to swim from the effects of the two large drinks he had downed so rashly. But he knew he had to get off that dance floor somehow or other. Fast! Already he could feel a cold wetness at the top of his thigh as the seminal fluid from the damply seeping head of his cock moistened the thin material of his pants. God -- and he was wearing those light tan pants that showed every mark! People would notice!
"I wonder what it's like over there . . . I mean what kind of town it is," he babbled desperately, swinging her round so that they were looking out the window at the shimmering sea and the pool beyond.
Harriet had been watching the changing expressions on his face with inward amusement. It was time to put Phase Two of the operation into action. "I can show you pictures," she said with a smile. "Len's got a set of color photos -almost as good as going ashore! Come on, let's go back to the table and I'll go get them from our cabin."
Thankfully, he piloted her off the floor and sat down. There was a wet patch on his pants, a dark circle of moisture staining the pale material over the long lewd bulge of his penis. Drawing his chair up as near the table as he could, he thrust his knees out of sight.
"I'll be with you in one minute," Harriet said.
"Excuse me, please." She picked up her glass and drained it and then walked away. Bob watched her go with his senses reeling. The drink was really getting to him now. Hell, though -that baby sure knew how to walk! With the tight little moons of that ass rolling and those tits bouncing under that skimpy halter top, she looks as sexy as all get-out. And she knows it! Reluctantly, he tore his mind away from Len Bonner's wife and stared blearily out the window on the other side of the saloon. There were gulls circling the ship. Otherwise only the white triangle of a sailboat tacking towards the harbor broke the blue monotony of the sea.
Before she left the saloon, Harriet returned to the table with two more drinks. Bob half rose to his feet, remembered the patch on his pants, and slumped down again with an embarrassed laugh. "Gee," he stammered. "Mrs. Bonner Harriet . . . No, really, I guess I've had enough. I don't think . . ."
"Nonsense!" the curvaceous brunette chided. "Drink it up. It'll do you good! Make a new man of you. Why, you're looking better already!"
Smiling conspiratorially, she spring-heeled away. Now completely befuddled, Bob Grant stared at the rich brown fluid in the glass. After a moment, twirling the stem between his finger and thumb, he raised the glass to his lips and began absent-mindedly to sip the contents.
Harriet Bonner was back at the table in two minutes. There was a puzzled frown creasing her brow beneath the frame of dark hair. "I can't seem to open the door of our cabin," she said worriedly. "I guess it probably jammed, but they say it's the favorite time for sneak thieves, when they think everyone's ashore. On the other hand, I don't want to raise hell if the damned thing is simply stuck. I wonder would you mind taking a look at it? A man's so much better at this kind of thing, I always say."
"Why of course . . . I'd be glad to." Bob gulped down the rest of his drink and rose to his feet.
When they got to the door of the stateroom, Harriet handed him the key and stood aside. After a couple of bungled attempts, he fitted it in the lock and turned it.
The key revolved easily, the tongue of the lock slid smoothly back, and the door swung open.
"Why silly me!" Harriet giggled. "It was okay all the time! Fancy making a stupid mistake like that . . ."
Standing just inside the cabin, Bob felt suddenly tongue-tied and overpowered by the intimacy of the situation. The ship was silent all around them. Between the opened drapes, a shaft of midday sunshine slanted into the stateroom to spotlight two pairs of lace-edged panties lying on top of one of Len Bonner's jackets over the back of a chair. A lacy pink brassier hanging from a hook on the wall was just visible through the half-opened bathroom door.
He swallowed. "Well, if there's nothing else I can do," he began, "I guess I'd better be getting along . . . If there's nothing missing, that is. Is there anything missing? Did you check?"
"There's nothing missing," Harriet said without looking around. She was staring at the wet patch on his pants in a meaningful way that made him blush to the roots of his hair. `There never was anything missing . . . except you."
"M-m-me?" Bob was thunderstruck and his voice rose almost to a squeak.
"Yes, you," Harriet said calmly, shutting the door and leaning her back against it. "It was the only way I could think of to get you in here. I've had my eye on you ever since the trip started. You know you're a very handsome and desirable young man."
He stared at her with his mouth open. Finally he said into the stunned silence. "B-b-b-but I'm a married man. And you're married too!"
"That always makes it just that little bit more exciting, don't you think?"
Through the swirling fog of alcohol that was clouding his brain, Bob gazed at her in stupefaction. He was so dumbfounded by her sudden brazen revelation that he was totally at a loss for words. "You do find me attractive don't you?" Harriet whispered . . . and suddenly she reached behind her, unsnapped the fasteners of the yellow halter top, and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her tautly swelling breasts sprang free, lewdly white against the golden tan of her body. The nipples centered on the dark and slightly puckered aureoles were stiff and erect. She walked up to him and stood with the two of them lightly pressing against his chest.
"Harriet, you've got to be kidding," he said desperately, at the same time sensing with a despairing inevitability that his cock was once more jerking into hardness. Christ, he'd got to get out of here!
"I was never more serious in my life, darling." "But . . . but what about your . . . what about Len?"
"Len goes along with anything I want, lover. And I mean anything."
"But suppose he . . ."
"Look, I can handle Len," she interrupted with a seductive smile. All you have to do is handle me!"
"But Harriet we can't . . . we mustn't . . ."
I mean I don't dare . . ." Bob broke off with a gasp as her hands snaked suddenly down to his loins and unzipped his fly with a single practiced movement. The next moment, her cool fingers were dragging down the waistband of his shorts, groping across his abdomen for his rapidly hardening cock.
He gave a strangled cry, half fear and half ecstasy, as her hand clenched around the rigid shaft and pulled it free of the encumbering garments into the open air.
"My!" she said, eyeing the gently pulsating organ. "You're quite a man aren't you?"
The third drink was hitting Bob now. With three double shots inside of him, and no breakfast, he was possessed of a sudden recklessness, a courage and -- a confidence he would never have believed himself capable of. His doubts and his fears had slipped magically away; he felt all at once, through the alcoholic haze surrounding him, in total command of the situation.
"I'm sure glad there's somebody who thinks so," he said.
"How could anyone think otherwise?" She was still staring hungrily at his massively upstanding rod, massaging the foreskin up and down its rigid length with her finger and thumb. "Why, isn't it right with you and your wife in bed?"
"I guess it's because she's inexperienced," he blurted out. "She thinks it's me that's no good because I always seem to shoot off before she's ready. But if only she'd . . . I mean I think it's because it's all too quick and sudden. If we could build up slowly; if only she'd play around a little, or let me . . . but all she seems to want is to stuff it straight in and off we go! It's almost as though she wanted to get it over with -- and then she gets mad because she hasn't cum!"
He stared at her miserably, unconsciously undulating his hips back and forth in time with the excitingly erotic movements of her expert hand. It was great to be able to talk to someone at last. He had to admit, he'd been all wrong about Harriet Bonner. She was a regular person all right; the sort of woman a man could confide in. And, God, she was exciting!
"I'll teach you a few tricks you can take back to her," Harriet promised softly. "Come on . . . let's get naked!"
The suddenness of the approach took his breath away. Of course he'd known ever since he got into her cabin that something was going to happen, but it had been an idea right at the back of his mind . . . he'd pushed it out of sight. Now here it was right out in the open, in technicolor and in close-up . . . he, Bob Grant, was going to lie with his naked body next to the naked body of the bare breasted woman who was fondling his penis! Now!
Seeing him hesitate, Harriet let go of his cock and pressed the whole softly lascivious length of herself against him, twining both her arms round his neck as she leaned her head forward and nibbled at the lobe of his ear. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she breathed warmly.
"Yes, I do. Christ, yes, I want to!" he muttered hoarsely. His naked cock, rammed hard against the rough material of her yellow hot pants, felt as though it would burst at any moment. There were tremors of unbearable excitement rippling up and down his spine beneath his shirt.
"Then tell me so!" she murmured, rotating her soft belly invitingly against his pelvis.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned. The obscene phrase coming from her mouth had sent a shiver of joy coursing through his veins. Now that he was repeating it the excitement was intensified even further.
"How?" she demanded. "How?"
"Hard! I want to fuck you to death!"
"Oh God," Harriet moaned, pushing him away from her squirming body. "Get those clothes off you before I die! I want to feel that thing inside of me!"
Despairingly, he thrust all thought of Joanna from his mind and began stripping his jacket and shirt from his body. It was too late to think of his wife now, too late to back out . . . and by Christ he was going to throw it to her, the sexy bitch!
Half turning away from him, Harriet unclasped the narrow waistband of her hot pants and slid them seductively down over her smooth flaring hips. As the full-rounded cheeks of her buttocks came into view the young husband marveled at the unselfconsciously erotic significance with which she invested every tantalizing movement. The woman dripped sex and nothing else!
She was bending over now, stepping out of the brief hot pants . . . and presenting him with a completely unimpeded rear view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties between her firm full thighs. As the flesh tightened, the pale blue material slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks . . . and then remained bunched up in the soft, hidden furrow up between her legs when she straightened up and dropped the pants on the chair. Turning and looking him full in the eye, she lowered herself gently to the bunk, spread her legs slightly, and said: "Take off my panties for me, will you?"
Bob had felt a slight tinge of embarrassment as he lowered his own pants and shorts to stand with his swollen cock pointing lustfully at the ceiling. But now he dropped to his knees and reached for the flimsy nylon waistband of her panties with excitedly trembling fingers.
She lifted her legs and rested her feet on his shoulder as his knuckles came into lust-inciting contact with the warm satin smoothness of her belly. He could feel the cold pressure of the leather as her high-heeled white sandals dug into his flesh. The pressure increased as she flexed her slender ankles to lever her hips off the bed so that he could pull the panties down to her thighs.
Slowly he drew the frail blue nylon down the voluptuously tapering length of her legs. As the inverted triangle of darkly curling pubic hair slid into view he exclaimed aloud: "God, but you're beautiful!"
Harriet leaned back on her elbows and smiled a lazy seductive smile, writhing her loins slightly to expose the thin hair-lined slit of her pussy up between her parted legs. He could see that she to was aroused. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture were faintly visible, glistening wetly in the tight narrow cuntal slit, and the thin crotch band of the panties was damp.
It was all he could do to keep from leaning forward and locking his lips to the obscenely exposed softness of her flesh at that very moment. But he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more titillation. She knew what making love was all about; she wasn't the kind of woman you simply rammed it into without preparing her well for it first. The reward would be well worth the torture of waiting!
Abruptly she lifted her feet from his shoulders and, reaching forward, whisked the panties over her sandals and dropped them beside the bunk. He hoped that she would keep the sandals on just the same. Their high-heeled elegance, and the way the white straps crisscrossed her slender ankles, stimulated him visually. He'd like to take her like that, he thought . . . naked in high heels. He'd never had a woman like that, though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Joanna down on the bed while she was half dressed. But she had always, in a kind of puritanical way, pushed him off and continued her preparations for bed in the bathroom. Come to think of it, he hardly ever did see her undressing or only partly dressed. She seemed to have a thing about it that he could not understand. He'd tried in his inarticulate way to explain that a man needed a little preparation just as much as a woman did: it was too much to expect him just to crawl into bed with a woman already between the covers and go at it without some kind of prior arousal. They'd even discussed it in an offhanded way once or twice, but they never seemed to get any place.
But God, this Harriet Bonner knew about these things! She knew what a woman's body was for and he bet she knew how to use it in the sack too! She'd teach him a few tricks, she's said he could hardly wait for class to begin!
The sensuous brunette swung her legs up onto the bed and lay back with her head on the pillow. "Why don't you join me, lover?" she cooed.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Bob Grant rose to his feet, leaned over, and pressed his lips tightly down on hers. She reached up, curled her arms around his neck, and pulled him down on top of her, and one of his legs fell tightly between her open thighs. She was astonishingly supple and soft and her body glued itself to his as though it belonged there. She ground her thigh rhythmically up into his loins, bringing his cock to even more painful hardness and he could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the glans on the blood-engorged tip smearing against his skin.
She continued massaging his burgeoning loins with a practiced thoroughness until he thought his painfully swollen cock-head would explode. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure: he could feel it building deep in his sperm-bloated testicles below, he thrust his tongue far into her mouth as she sucked greedily on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. Pulling his head away to escape the agonizing teasing, he laid his cheek against her soft dark hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of his wife and the shock she would get if she could see him now . . . stretched over the lustfully naked body of her escort's wife. Joanna'll blow her stack! In her girlish innocence she wouldn't believe it: she didn't know infidelity existed.
"I want you to fuck me," Harriet said hoarsely. "I want to feel that big cock. It's going to feel good going inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to screw me good with it!"
Panting, Bob moved his hands down under the fleshy smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them gently. They were firm and full, but beautifully shaped as he had expected. Her body was warm and soft against him as she locked her mouth tightly to his and one hand searched down between their excitedly pressed bodies for the hardness of his penis. He gasped aloud as the coolness of her fingers closed once more around his throbbing rigidity. Pressing his head forward, he kissed her moistly back, her full lips yielding before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a moist rubbery softness that sent flickers of excitement racing over his skin. She crushed the full length of her sensitive woman's body up against him and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting aside and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him up between them.
His cock was resting hard against her thighs now, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up momentarily, levering them both off the bed with the strength of her back -- and then, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, she pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh as it lay the moist full length of the pulsating furrow. Then she relaxed, easing her body back to the bunk with his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
But Bob couldn't hold back another second. Drawing back his hips, he maneuvered the painfully throbbing head of his penis into the opening of her cuntal passage and then plunged forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it with a flesh-rending surge up into the gaping mouth of her pussy.
Len Bonner's wife gave a low animalistic moan as she felt the lust-heated shaft of his hardness slide relentlessly up into the elastic-like sheath of her cunt. His long thick cock raced up her passion-drenched vagina to the full depths of her quivering belly as his balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Harriet gasped and squirmed beneath him, twisting frenziedly to escape the sudden unexpected pain. But he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins with long fierce strokes. He was proud that he could hurt her in this way because it meant that at last he had gained the upper hand -- he could hurt her but she couldn't hurt him back!
Reveling for a moment in the sexual power he possessed over another man's wife, he flexed the bloated head of his cock far up inside her cunt to bring another low moan from between Harriet's tightly clenched teeth.
She was straining back under him now, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both off the mattress with the strength of her matching upward thrusts. Mewling ceaselessly beneath Bob's hard pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips, she skewered herself up and down the hotly raging length of his impaling cock.
"Ooooo God! It's so good, so goooood!" she moaned. "Go on, Bob, hurt me again! Make me scream! Shove your finger up my ass, damn it . . . make me scream!"
"W-w-what did you say?" For a moment the lewd request astonished the young husband so much that it put him off his stroke.
"Stick your finger in my ass!" the brunette cried. "Put it in now!"
He reached dazedly under her and between her driving buttocks as he began once more to rhythmically plunge his cock into the heated wetness of her widespread pussy. He stretched the crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her tiny puckered anus. Suddenly he found it.
A rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread cleft from where he could feel his own hard rod of flesh sawing into her. It greased the tightly clenched little opening, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little -- and then suddenly the elastically interfolded nether ring gave way and his middle finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. Harriet started, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first sudden pain.
"Aaaaaagh! Oh Christ -- it hurts!" she screamed. He thrust again, sinking the finger in to the second knuckle.
"Aaaaagh! Ooooooh, yes! Yes, hurt me more. Go on, hurt me!"
And all at once she was screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk up inside her to the palm of his hand. His mind exploding with excitement at the thought of the lewdly obscene thing he was doing, he rotated it inside, exploring the soft rubbery depths of her rectum. He could feel with a wild tingle of erotic sensation the ridged underside of his own cock sliding in and out of her through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages.
As he began skewering her between penis and finger, maintaining the same rhythm for both, she threw her legs wide out over the bunk to give him greater access to the wanton ravishing of her steaming loins.
Bob could feel his cock still growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it was going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily into the moistened crevice of her ass-cheeks. It wouldn't be long now, he hoped; she had to cum soon! But he was still perfectly confident that he could hold it back. He began ramming it into her with longer and harder strokes to excite her even more.
She gurgled and groaned beneath him, the animal sounds bursting out from deep within her throat. "Oooooh, fuck it! Fuck it hard! Ram it into me! Fuck it haarrrrrdddd!" she chanted, panting out all the obscene words and phrases she knew as she jackknifed her legs up tight and pressed her knees back hard into her breasts, offering him the full wet opening of her upraised pussy while Bob continued to thrust mercilessly into her with all his strength. He knew she must be almost there -- her eyes were rolling uncontrollably in her head and her face was contorted and straining for the final explosion that was so near.
And then suddenly she drew in her breath sharply and her whole body tensed. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, she whispered frantically, almost as though she was afraid to say the words. And then, with a low-pitched whine, "I'm cumming!"
She pulled back her thighs still tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her heels drummed frenziedly on his sweating back and her cunt squirmed beneath his pounding loins. Her entire body shuddered and spasmed in abandoned ecstasy as her mouth hung open and her eyes gazed wide and unseeing at the ceiling. At the same time, whimpering softly into the still quiet air of the cabin, her nostrils flared open and she screwed herself up on his relentlessly driving cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins continued their spasmodic jerking against his naked belly.
For an interminable moment she held her breath . . . and then expelled it as though she had been hit in the stomach by an iron fist. Her body fell back limply to the mattress and she lay still except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still clamped tightly around his tortured cock. He thrust deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest.
It was all he could do to keep from screwing on into her. God, he had never in his life seen anything like it! He had never felt anything like it either! He flexed the muscles at the head of his lust-maddened penis far up in her quivering belly, hoping to arouse her again.
Harriet gave a deeply satisfied sigh and stretched her body under him. "Christ, that was good!" she murmured. "I haven't had a ride like that in a long time!"
"You're not finished yet," Bob Grant gasped, supremely confident in the miracle that he had wrought.
She put up a hand and ruffled his hair. "You sure held back a long time," she said admiringly.
"But not for much longer. I'm almost there." He was breathing hard and there was a dew of perspiration on his upper lip.
Harriet shifted her position and smiled salaciously up into his face. "Roll over darling," she whispered, nibbling at the lobe of his ear. "I'm going to give you a special reward for being so patient!"
Reluctantly, the adulterous young husband pulled back, sliding his aching hardness wetly out of the passion-drenched warmth of her pussy. He hated to withdraw it: he was so near cumming in her belly That he didn't want to stop. But he had to let her do it her way . . . it would be better that way until he had learned more about making love to her. He had never done anything with his own wife but climb on top of her and shoot it off after a few quick strokes and that was it! Joanna didn't like to play -- yet. Well maybe he'd learn some things here that she might like after all, if only he could get her to cooperate. In the meantime, he'd just let Bonner's wife handle it until he learned a little more about really pleasing a woman!
Pleased with his performance so far and panting eagerly for the next phase, Bob Grant eased away from the womanly softness of Harriet Bonner's naked flesh, and rolled over on his back. His heart was hammering under his ribs as he lay tense with his hotly pulsing rigidity pointed straight at the ceiling, the blood-engorged head throbbing painfully at the top of the glistening shaft.
She turned on her side toward him, reaching out with her hand to stroke the sensitive flesh of his foreskin up and down the iron-hard rod in a slow, magical rhythm that increased the ache in his semen-bloated balls almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours with her face only inches away from the moistly trembling head of his cock. Holding it tightly between both hands, she rolled and stroked it between her palms in a teasing up and down motion that compelled him to undulate his loins in time to the maddening rhythm.
Slowly her head lowered itself towards his throbbing hardness -- and then suddenly her tongue flickered forward, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny slit on the end. He sucked in his breath at the unexpected contact, groaning far back in his throat. Chills rippled along his spine as she brought her mouth gently down all the way, enclosing the whole of the sensitive cock-head in a moist warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around the thickly distended shaft just below the glans, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" moaned Bob, lifting his head to stare down the naked length of his own body at her cock-filled face. The sight of his desire-hardened cudgel of flesh sunk halfway into her roundly ovalled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold! Still wet from the secretions of her orgasm, the angry red shaft gleamed lewdly in the soft cabin where it projected from her mouth. Gently she massaged the soft hairiness of his testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the muscled softness of her tongue twirling madly around the bulbous head at the apex of her withdrawal. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, gazing in erotic fascination at the top of her obscenely bobbing head.
Harriet sensed the increasing tension of his reaction and began to suck him a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh of his penis. She shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth, and kneeled on all fours up between his open legs. Reaching under his buttocks, she cupped them in her palms and pulled his loins up tighter into her face, all the while swaying her head from side to side and pulling the aching rigidity of his shaft this way as she swiped her tongue around and around the pulsating head. Bob felt the unbearably inflated flesh swell almost to bursting point as she increased the speed of her maddening sucking, sinking the whole of the rigid shaft deep into the back of her throat.
Great swirls of shuddering heat were building deep, deep in his lust-tightened balls as he watched her face slavering over his tormented loins. He could see tiny streams of perspiration rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tensed and tensed again as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing himself even farther into the moistness of her wildly sucking lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth on each outstroke, clinging hungrily to his hard-thrusting cock.
Bob's lips were working crazily as a stream of incoherent murmurs forced themselves between his clenched teeth. And suddenly he gasped.
The moment was here!
A low guttural sound moaned deep in his throat as he felt the scalding sperm jet forward from deep in his balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her insanely sucking mouth. Fish-like, her cheeks expanded and hollowed as she swallowed the warmly flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking greedily as he emptied his white-hot sperm endlessly into the wetness of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head forcibly down on the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting rod of male flesh all the way back to her throat.
Harriet coughed and swallowed to regain her breath as he moaned and jerked . . . and then at last he grunted in complete fulfillment. Slowly, the massive cock deflated in her mouth as she continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last tiny drop of the warn sticky sperm from the pulsing head.
And then it was over. She had sucked him dry and with a final groan he collapsed, arms widespread, across the bed. She nibbled gently at him for awhile, her head resting on his shuddering thigh, and then crawled up over his body to cradle his head against her still heaving breasts. She bent down and kissed him on the lips.
"Nice?" she said softly after a moment.
"Mmmmmmm!" he murmured sleepily, flicking out his tongue to lick caressingly at the tautly swelling curve on the underside of one breast.
"I know more."
"Can there be more?" He half sat up, staring at her in amazement.
Her soft lips parted in an infinitely erotic smile; her eyes danced mischievously in the soft light of the cabin. Rolling suddenly over on to her back, she pulled her knees up to her chest, reached both hands around behind her buttocks, and splayed open the wetly glistening lips of her hair-lined cunt with her fingertips. "Kiss me darling," she said.