Chapter 6
Jack didn't get back until early evening, and when he climbed on board he was not only dripping wet from the return swim, but elated with the news of who he'd met on shore.
"Do you know," he exclaimed hardly at all interested in even drying himself, "who those people are?"
Gail tried to remain neutral even though deep down inside she was furiously jealous already of what she was about to hear. For she'd spent the rest of the afternoon fuming about how her husband had left her alone on the boat while he went off and enjoyed himself, seemingly without a single care in the world.
"They just happen to be," he continued without any word from Gail, "Ron and Laura Wilson!"
"So, who are Ron and Laura Wilson?!" Gail blurted, barely keeping control of her anger. She'd never heard of either one of them.
Jack explained in no uncertain terms that Ron Wilson was one of the most important architects in the state, and maybe even in that part of the country, and that Laura was one of the prettiest women he'd ever in all his life laid his eyes on.
Well, that was the topper! Gail could barely keep from shoving him back overboard right then! "Oh, humph!" she grunted, and she turned and disappeared down into the cabin. A moment later she re-emerged and as Jack was about to ask her what was bothering her, she jumped overboard, calling back softly from the water below, "I'm just going for aswim... see you later..."
She made her way quickly through the water, her body suddenly cooled by its refreshing qualities, her anger and jealousy subsiding. When she arrived on shore in the moonlight she looked down the length of her wet sleek form and waited for the warm night air to dry her.
She then found a private place on the beach, somewhere to stretch out and let her mind relax. She was out of sight of both boats and she felt private and alone.
She didn't know what made her think of it, perhaps her still wet bathing suit, but she was suddenly remembering how Jack's hot breath had felt against her excited naked vagina. He had been so close to her sensual private parts, and she had turned him away, even though she had really wanted him to lick her there. Just thinking about it made her tiny clitoris start to tingle again, and she realized how hypocritical she had been the night before. She had denied herself pleasure that she wanted, and, even worse than that, she had made Jack feel bad for wanting to give her that pleasure. She had really been unfair to both of them, and she thought her actions had actually been selfish and cruel. She hadn't considered his feelings at all, but in retrospect she could more clearly see what had happened.
Moving her hand to the area between her inner thighs as if to check on the dampness of her swim-suit, Gail touched the surface of the material, and she felt the contact of her hand against her aroused nerve-end, even through the swim-suit. It felt good, and she let her hand linger there, her finger pressing harder and harder into the narrow crevice of her pussy through the material. The heated throbbing sensation raced upward infusingly through her belly, igniting a flame that burned hotter than she could control.
She needed the complete experience she had almost attained with her husband the night before, and she wanted it bad. She felt in a world apart, and she lifted her firm rounded buttocks up from the sand, slipping her fingers under the elastic top of her swimsuit panties. She started to roll the damp material down over her smoothly arched hips when she was frozen by the sound of human voices. It was as if someone was standing right next to her, and she looked around frantically, expecting that she had been discovered in a most compromised position.
She could see no one, however, and for a moment she wondered if she'd imagined the voices. Then, again came the sound of someone talking and she stood to see if she could locate the exact source. She curiously parted some tall grasses in front of her and peered across a portion of the inland shore and discovered only a few feet away, previously hidden by the dense grass wall between them and her, a couple stretched out naked--completely naked--on a blanket.
Gail was afraid to move for fear the people would discover her, as she was sure she could reach out and touch the man's buttocks, he was so close. Her eyes were all that moved, shifting back and forth from the man to the woman, her natural curiosity making her wonder who they were.
The woman looked like Laura Wilson Gail was almost sure as even though she had only seen her from a distance earlier that day, there was just no mistaking the woman's sexy body. It was the man that she wasn't sure about, as he somehow didn't fit the picture she had of Ron Wilson. He looked thinner than the man she'd seen that afternoon on the beach greeting her husband. He had his back to her, but she saw that his muscles were pronounced and strong, his whole body looking tan from top to bottom. His hair was light and sandy, and she could have sworn that Ron Wilson had dark hair, but she guessed that the man had to be him, for as far as she knew there were no other people around.
Shifting her gaze back to the woman, Gail looked her over carefully, wondering what she possessed that had made Jack talk incessantly about her. It was true she was a strikingly beautiful woman, and she looked particularly sensual in the moonlight. She was lying on her side with one shapely white leg bent at the knee, and Gail could see the soft silken triangle of her sparsely curling pubic hair. She was moving her legs up and down along the blanket as if to stroke it, and her hands were out toward the man. Gail caught a vocal gasp before it came from her mouth, as she suddenly realized that the woman was fondling the man's loins.
Gail turned her head away from the slight division in the grass, knowing she could somehow steal away and leave the couple with their privacy. It was wrong to be watching them from a hidden vantage point, and yet the idea of being able to observe without being seen herself was too tempting to pass up. She felt compelled to stay put, her curiosity getting the better of her judgment. Knowing it was wrong, she nonetheless turned her head back toward the opening in the reeds, telling herself that she was only going to be sure that she had seen correctly. It was, she reasoned, an opportunity to find out what Jack's new idol was really like.
The man had rolled onto his back, his head propped on a large beach-type plastic pillow, and seeing his face surprised Gail. He didn't look at all like she had thought, and she was momentarily wondering how he could have looked so different from a distance, but she stopped wondering when the woman suddenly spoke.
"You have a handsome cock," she said, and Gail shifted her eyes to the man's groin, feeling her heart pounding as she stared at the stranger's exposed nakedness. The woman, Laura Wilson, was now kneeling beside the man, and her small slender hand was wrapped tightly around his erect, hard penis! It's thickened head seemed to glow purple even in the pale light of the moon, and Gail thought it looked even bigger than her husband's. The vein-lined, fleshy hardness was throbbing and tall, standing straight up from his otherwise flat pelvis like a totem pole. The narrow slit at the very tip seemed to open and close as the woman's hand lewdly stroked the member evenly from around the thick base, his tan pubic hair flattening against his groin as she worked her hand slowly up and down again and again. The man was staring down at the woman, a cool glare in his eyes from the manipulations of his long rigid cock, and Gail breathlessly guessed that the woman was about to take the man's desire-hardened cock into her mouth!
God, she thought, it was wrong to be spying like a sick voyeur on the naked couple as she was, but her brain whirled with visions of forbidden sexual encounters the likes of which she had never dreamed possible. She had to see if the wanton acting woman would really do such a base, animal thing as take the man's prick right into her mouth. It couldn't really be true, she thought, but in the next moment she found out how wrong she could be!
Laura was emitting a groan of lascivious pleasure, and she leaned forward toward the thick jutting rod of blood-filled hard flesh, until her large, nipple-hardened white breasts were swaying just above the huge pole. She moved lower, positioning her resilient hanging breasts until they were on either side of his throbbing penis, and squeezing them lewdly around it like she was making a sandwich, she began to stroke the long thick column of his hardened cock with her warm pliant flesh. The purplish head of his hard jerking prick disappeared into the smooth deep valley of creaminess between her lush rounded breasts, and then reappeared as she moved her upper torso up and down.
Gail thought she saw the berry-like nipples of Laura's manipulating supple breasts to be erect and pink, and the whole scene seemed to be a strange, licentiously abandoned ritual the woman was performing over the man's huge, idol-like phallus. He had a fixed smile on his face as he stared at his throbbing cock being obscenely massaged by the naked woman's large enveloping white breasts, but he suddenly arched his hips up, forcing the bulbous head of his pulsating cock to nearly touch the woman's chin. She backed off for a moment, then opened her lovely mouth forming an "O" with her moist red-rimmed lips and bending down slightly, she suddenly flicked her tingly tongue out at the turgid glistening head of his throbbing cock.
For an instant the whole bizarre scent tilted crazily before her eyes, and Gail felt faint. It was just too unbelievable, seeing not at arm's length away from her own body the nakedly lewd sexual play of a couple of strangers. She knew she could leave then and return to her houseboat and Jack, but she was held by the salaciousness of the spellbinding sight, almost as if she were some sort of iron and the couple in front of her a powerfully strong magnet!
The man's breast-engulfed cock was growing even larger under the ministrations of the woman's obscenely laving tongue. She licked hungrily up and down the full length of his throbbing penis, occasionally stopping to flick out wantonly across the very tip where tiny drops of his passion-oozing semen appeared. It was as if she were whipping the hard genital flesh into submissiveness as she lustfully painted it over with her warm, glistening saliva. When the man moaned like a beaten animal, she withdrew her softly lashing, wet tongue and lowered her head until the thick moistened tip of his penis disappeared slowly up inside the woman's roundly ovaled lips. Instantly, she started sucking and licking his cock as if it were an ice-cream cone, while one of her small hands stroked the jerking penis around its wide solid base. Then, she did something that Gail could hardly believe.
The woman bobbed her head downwards, whimpering sensually at the same time, and she took nearly the whole length of the man's long, thick cock into her sucking throat. Her white-skinned cheeks bloated out and drew in as she sucked in a sluttish fury on the solid pole of hardened male flesh and when she raised her head up again, she left a long trail of white teeth marks along half its thick, rigid length. Then picking up a rhythm, her head bounced up and down licentiously on the man's straining cock, her soft, lipstick rimmed lips tightly rolling in and out as she ardently sucked with all her might. She began to massage the soft skin of his sperm weighted balls with her other hand and she was caught up in obvious sexual frenzy that became more and more intense with each passing second. Without breaking her timing, Laura moved around until her knees invitingly straddled either side of the passion-dazed man's face, her open, wet vagina clearly exposed to Gail's view.
Her own heart was pounding so fast that Gail thought she could feel it reverberating in her ears and she was surprised that the couple in front of her did not respond accordingly. Unconsciously, she began to rub her tingling thighs together, acting like a hot little unaware teenager, and her fingers worked like velvety pincers on the swollen flush lips of her vagina. It was almost as if she had Jack's head up between her legs again, his hot breath blowing passionately across her aroused tiny clitoris like a satanic wind from hell.
The man didn't have to raise his head an inch from the pillow, as the woman lewdly spread her knees until his opened mouth was pressed into the soft, delicate pink folds of her wet glistening cunt. Almost instantly, his long masculine tongue flicked out into the fleece surrounded mound, and the woman wiggled her lush, spread buttocks in eager response to the lascivious pleasure. He reached around her smooth firm thighs with both arms, and digging his fingers into the crevice of her round white buttocks, he spread the twin moons apart as though to gain better access for his wildly flicking tongue.
Gail felt an awakening shudder of pure sensuality run up her spine as the tiny puckered ring of the woman's tight little anus was abruptly exposed to her view. She could even see the brownish-pink flanges of rubbery flesh lewdly expand and contract in the pale light. Below, it she watched the man's long slashing wet tongue moving in the pink gash of the naked girl's obscenely spread vaginal entrance, and it suddenly disappeared into the moist sensitive opening, driving deep up into her moistly receptive cunt. Somehow Gail could imagine how that slicking hot tongue would feel pushing into her own sensuously incited pussy, and she thought she would go insane with the billows of lust that were taking hold of her burning body.
The woman moaned from deep in her greedily sucking throat without taking her slaving mouth from around the thick rigid column of cock-flesh, and she seemed to suck harder, the passion in her belly growing with obviously mounting pleasure from the deliciously spearing tongue fucking the man was giving her. They were locked together in the salaciously exciting position, the woman above the man, nakedly rolling and jerking, as he was arching up, driving his huge thickness into her voraciously sucking oral cave. The tempo was increasing constantly as they moved in the sensual oral-fucking of each other's pleasure-filled genitals.
Gail's belly was burning with a passionate flame of lust she had never known before, and she stared at the nakedly sucking couple in glazed compliance, wondering if she had not become, in her own passivity of voyeurism, as lecherous and debauched a woman as it was possible for her to sink.
Suddenly, she felt she had to let her swollen, palpitating breasts free and she almost threw the damp fabric of her bathing suit away in her frenzy to remove it from her released, full white breasts. Her twin tingling mounds stood out firmly round in the dull light, their pink nipples hard and excited, and she cupped each one of them in her enthusiastic palms, feeling them alive and sensually pulsing to her touch. Taking the tiny hardened tips of the nipples in her thumbs and forefingers, she slowly rolled and pinched them to feel the full, sensorial delights of her aroused young body. It was like she was testing herself to see if she was only dreaming up the entire bizarre scene on the other side of the reeds.
The woman's lovely head was bobbing up and down rapidly, her covetous grip on the huge thick column of hardened cock-flesh moving with ever swifter strokes as she swung her obscenely spread white buttocks in circles over the man's lust-provoking long furiously probing tongue. He was flicking it into the moist passage of her glistening cunt like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and his fingers were enticingly probing into the softness between the cheeks of her glowing ass. She wiggled her tight ovaled buttocks back against his teasing fingers as if wanting to take them inside, and obeying her unspoken request, the man suddenly squeezed tightly at the highly kneadable flesh between the woman's openly rolling buttocks.
Gail saw the fingers lewdly, excitedly sinking into the soft cheeks of glowing moon flesh, and watched as the fingers worked hearty rubbing into the buttocks while his tongue continued to roll rhythmically up and down the channel of the woman's now profusely juicing cunt flesh.
This never before seen lewd spectacle sent rippling shudders of intensively titillating thrills up and down Gail's spine, and with each rub that the man worked on the woman's cheeks, Gail, too, felt a kind of pressure and excitement in her own heating buttocks. Suddenly, she released one hand-hold on her breast to push the bottom of her swimsuit down over the smooth arch of her hips. When she got the material to her knees, she kicked her long white legs to work it all the way down and off, wanting to have complete freedom of movement with her naked shapely legs. She pointed her right knee up in the air, white she pressed her left leg into the sand. It made her hot sensitive inner-thighs open and completely accessible to her whimsy, and without the slightest hesitation, she ran her hand down, then up between her firm smooth thighs until her slender trembling fingers were pressing into the wet soft folds of her hotly burning pussy. The silken pubic curls were damp with her flow of lubricating fluid, and the sensuous swelling mound of genital flesh pulsed hotly beneath the pressure of her eagerly hedonistic hand. Her finger tips brushed electrically over the tiny hardened tip of her pink quivering clitoris and she gasped at the unexpected shock the overwhelming erotic contact brought. The twinge of guilt that flickered through her conscience was immediately overcome by the agonized terrible frustration of her need.
Gail thought that the naked, obscenely connected couple surely had to be near an end in their oral fucking, and she voyeuristically waited for the climactic moment to occur, but before she realized fully what was happening, she abruptly saw another man approaching the pair. She was shocked into a frozen position once again, as the impossible began to happen before her eyes. The man coming up the beach also was completely naked, smiling as though he'd just finished some devilish trick, and his huge cock was standing out from his groin fully erect. What was particularly shocking to Gail was the fact that she fully believed the man was Ron Wilson! It meant that the other man having oral sex with Laura had to be someone else after all! Gail thought for sure that Ron Wilson would probably kill the man who was lashing his tongue into and out of Laura's pussy, but it was nothing like that at all!
Ron lumbered up to the lewdly oral copulating couple, his smile never heaving his face, and the even more amazing thing was that he stood and watched them for a moment, his hand wrapped luridly around his own long, thick cock, and he was stroking it into full erection. Then, suddenly, he was standing behind his naked, obscenely bent and engaged wife, and the man beneath her licentiously positioned body moved the pillow out from under his head, dropping his lashing tongue from her openly wet, clasping pussy at the same time. It was like they were performing a well rehearsed pose, for the moment the man's head was down, Ron knelt behind his wife's smoothly rounded buttocks, his immensely throbbing cock pointing directly up into the space between her thighs. Laura never once stopped her voracious sucking of the other man's prick-thickness, but instead raised the level of her wantonly splayed buttocks even higher, as if to meet her husband's huge cock half-way!
Gail was suddenly remembering how Jack had fucked her doggie-style, and it appeared that Ron was going to do that same thing to his wife, only with one major difference: Laura was still sucking another man's cock at the same time! But the actions that followed made Gail realize that she had been totally wrong in her guess...
Ron casually dug his thick fingers into the deep smooth crevice dividing Laura's round trembling cheeks, and he harshly spread them wide apart, exposing her tiny working anal lips once again. Gail had seen the man under Laura driving his fingers in and out of her accepting cheeks, and that had been more than she could take. But suddenly, Ron's intentions were very, very clear! His massive throbbing penis was headed directly for the tight little naked ring of Laura Wilson's back passage! The tiny hole was stretched wide, open and quivering, even nibbling in eager anticipation between the distended cheeks of her full, round buttocks, and she hadn't for a moment stopped her hungry sucking of the other man's cock!
What Ron Wilson seemed about to do deliciously horrified Gail. She couldn't believe it was possible, and she never in a thousand years believed that something so hard and so thick could ever fit into the tiny little hole back therenot that way; it would split her rectum in half! She was frozen with excited apprehension at that instant, while she watched him, his giant hardened cock moving up between his wife's wide-spread buttocks.
For an instant, she thought positively she was going to scream, that she would not be able to keep her horror to herself, that the agony she was experiencing, a combination of guilt and vicarious anguish about that which was about to occur, would overwhelm her.
She pulled on her bikini bottom and searched the tall grass for her top. Finding it, lacing it on without another look back at the lewd happenings behind the tall grasses, she started aimlessly and hurriedly off toward the shoreline. A strange realm of silence ruled the beach and the tall grasses everywhere around, and the spell was something which Gail found peaceful compared the rate at which her heart had been pounding.
She realized suddenly that she'd been running, a sweat on her shoulders and a drop of salty perspiration from her brow being the evidence, and then, just as she reached the water's edge, there came the one sound she'd dreaded to hear, proof positive of the scene to which she'd blinded herself, a blood-curdling wail, a kind of bemoaning screech, something like a whimper and a roar combined, and there was no denying that despite that fact she'd left the spectacle, it continued in all its furious hot sensuality, and for an instant she could, once again, picture Laura Wilson's lips wrapped wetly around a throbbing prick, another hearty stiffness jamming forward into the wicked and forbidden space between her buns, and with that thought, and yet another agony-ecstasy wail echoing across the shore, she ducked into the cool water and swam, as much as possible with her head under water so as not to have to listen, back to the placid stillness of her houseboat and to the more gentle company of her loving husband.