Chapter 7

The next late morning found Ron Wilson and his young wife Laura aboard their houseboat. Ron was considering: "You know, I like that fellow, Jack Hall. I think I'm gonna do him a little favor."

"Like what?" asked his sexy wife, pulling her housecoat closed around her hips as she strutted across the cabin to pour herself another cup of coffee. "By the way, darling, thanks for last night," she added, glancing downwards at her full right bun, indicating appreciation.

"Oh, sure," said Ron. "Of course." But his response was somewhat absentminded. "Listen," he snapped, "I want you to do me a favor. You're gonna have lunch here with Jack Hall. Just something casual."

"What about you?" moaned Laura Wilson, putting down her cup of coffee. "I suppose you're gonna say," she realized suddenly, "I know what you're gonna do. You're gonna set up that little"

"Now, now, just calm down. You do whatever you like with Jack, and I'll be doing him a favor over on his boat. Get it?"

She smiled lecherously. "Got it!"

As per Wilson's plan, Jack Hall arrived for lunch with lovely Laura. Naturally, he was somewhat surprised to discover that he was alone on the large houseboat with the pretty brunette. The invitation, extended that morning by Ron himself, had been an especially nice one, and he'd had a hard time refusing. He'd purposefully left Gail behind, thinking as Ron had suggested to himthat she could "use some time alone". Anyhow, he'd suspected nothing when he sat down to dine with the luscious Mrs. Wilson.

"You know," she was saying, "your wife really isn't as inhibited as the picture you drew of her yesterday."

"I don't know what you mean," said Jack, suddenly a little defensive, putting down his fork and waiting for the beautiful face across from him to explain. "Well," she said, "I don't want you to be upset, but right now, over on your boat, my husband is entertaining your wife!"

"What?!" Jack was up and out of his chair. "Ha," he said, sitting down and catching himself. "Oh, sure, nice joke, Laura. Oh, you two sure do know how to get a man's blood running."

"No really," insisted Laura. "It's kind of a forced swap. Ron's always setting up these things, getting people and their lives stirred up."

She seemed so casual about the way she was telling him this that he found it almost credible. Perhaps Ron Wilson really was over there on his boat right now, trying to get something out of his wife... But Gail was so inhibited, what difference did it make? After all, if he couldn't get her to fuck him dog-style without a bottle of champagne, what luck was a total stranger going to have in the middle of the afternoon?

But the image haunted him and finally he put down his fork and said to Laura Wilson, "Look, let me get this straight. Your husband invited me to lunch with you so that I could hear you tell me he's fucking my wife?"

"Not exactly," qualified Laura. "It's just that he has a way with inhibited girls. And he likes to fuck beautiful bodies. And so do I!" She reached out and let her fingers play lightly along his forearm.

"So my wife is over there balling your husband right now? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" The blood was rushing into his head. "I don't believe it." He shook his head. "Not after all these years of her being so hung up about it. I just don't believe it.

"Well then, you probably won't believe it when I tell you that I'd like to fuck you right now eh?"

"No," he shook his head, blushing profusely, "I don't believe that either."

"Then maybe we just better finish lunch, hey?" She smiled and looked even more beautiful than before.

After lunch, the shock beginning to wear off, his disbelief about to be tested, Jack and Laura had gone up above to the top deck of the boat. "Come on," she suddenly challenged, "let's swim over and see how they're doing! I'll race you!"

Before he could say another word, Laura Wilson had her housecoat off and had jumped overboard in her bikini, and in the water her silvery flesh began to move across the narrow distance separating the two boats. He could only follow the suit, jumping in behind her and trying hard to catch up.

He put on his best form in the water, but he was only able to get to the front deck of his boat at the same time she arrived there. He quickly jumped up onto the deck, then turned around to help Laura. She held her hand up to him and as he lifted her up out of the water he couldn't help staring at her firmly rounded breasts. The bikini top she was wearing was so tight that it forced most of the softly giving flesh to protrude around it, and he was secretly hoping that the strap holding it might break.

"Thank you, Jack, darling," said Laura, intentionally. She knew that he expected his wife to be within ear-shot, and she wanted to see if he would cringe from her choice of words. He did, but only slightly.

Jack turned toward the door to the cabin, wondering if Gail was waiting in the living area, but he didn't see her inside. He motioned to Laura to follow him, and as he entered he started to call Gail's name... but the sound he heard stopped him in his tracks!

"Oooooouuuu... yessssss... fuck me like that, daddddyyyyy... fuck me hard...."

It was Gail's voice!

He didn't want to believe that he had heard her words correctly, but somehow, he knew it was true! He completely forgot about Laura Wilson in his excitement to get to the back of the boat where the bedroom was, so he didn't notice her beginning to slip out of her bikini.

"Oooohh... Oo-oh! Fuck! Yessss... Like that!" she groaned as Ron Wilson drove his long thick cock to the very depths of her passionately inflamed cuntal passage. He had entered her hot, wet channel with his mammoth rod of hardened, heavy-veined flesh ever so slowly, and it had seemed to take hours. He had finally bottomed out to both of their salacious joy as Jack came running into the room.

"Wh-What the hell...!" Jack couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife's naked, obscenely spread body, her long shapely legs jackknifed back to her shoulders, and Ron Wilson's pounding his strong hips down between them... actually fucking her! He was stunned and he staggered backwards in total disbelief, his mind spinning in an attempt to make sense from the scene. His shout stopped Ron's glistening thick cock-shaft in the process of withdrawl from her wetly clasping cunt, and he half-turned to look back over his shoulder at Jack. Gail was so aroused that she hadn't even heard her husband's shout, but she looked over at him when Ron ceased his pleasure-bringing sawing motion into her burning pussy.

"So, you're finished, are you?" Ron casually said to Jack, and he motioned with his eyes down at Gail under him. "She's not bad at all... How'd you like my wife?"

Jack was dumbfounded. Ron was... was suggesting that he'd been fucking Laura... that, supposedly, to excuse what he was doing there in the cabin to Gail! But he knew he hadn't done a damn thing with the other man's wife... as much as it might have crossed his mind. Did Ron really believe that he had...?

Christ! He didn't know what to do; it was all so shockingly confusing! And the worst of it was that his wife was obviously going right out of her mind in her goddamned fornication with Ron Wilson! She... she had never been like that for him! All he could think to do was to tell Gail to stop and to have Laura explain that they'd done nothing, even though all the explanations in the world couldn't undo what was already done! Then, when he turned to call to Laura, he abruptly realized that both he and Gail had been tricked! Laura was standing right behind him... totally naked!

Christ! With her looking like that, how could he possibly say that nothing had happened between them and make even Gail believe it?

"Damn! Am I going fucking crazy?!" he chokingly rasped. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Come on, Jack, boy! Don't be a child... Join the party," said Ron, turning back around to get on with what he'd started with Gail.

"Gail! How could you? You?" He was lost for words, as she was obviously not listening to him anyway. She was totally and completely absorbed with the thorough, adulterous fucking she was getting from Ron Wilson. He'd somehow managed to get to her in a way that he himself had only dreamed of. He felt like hitting someone, or something, but he was ragingly lost to figure out just what to do! It was Laura Wilson herself who answered his need, as if she had been reading his awe-stricken mind all along.

"Why don't you take her little asshole, Jack darling? I'll wager she's still virgin back there!" Her remark was slightly catty, but it struck him as the answer to his complete frustration. He would be able to finally get Gail in a way that was as obscene as possible, and it would serve her right for being so up-tight all these past months and years.

"Goddamn it! I will!" he hollered, pushing his swimsuit down over his hips. His cock was all ready half-hard from the licentious spectacle taking place on his bed, and it was jerking into solid erection just from thinking about sodomizing his cheating young wife's tender, cherry anus! He no longer cared about anything sociable between himself and these other peoplehe only wanted revenge from his young wife. It was all a matter of pride, of pent-up sexual energy that was blinding him to everything else!

"Roll her over, Ron! Now! I'm going to assfuck this sweet, holier-than-thou wife of mine... and settle a few things once and for all!"

His voice was quivering, but there was no mistaking his command. Ron drove his huge, stone-hard cock deep into her seethingly expanded cunt channel, then holding it there, he pulled her tightly against his muscular body and did as her husband had ordered, lecherous sensations racing hotly through his belly and groin. Maybe this was going to work out better than he'd thought. There was nothing that could beat a good dual fuck, especially when the bitch was as delicious as Gail Hall.

Gail suddenly realized that it was actually her husband Jack standing at the foot of the bed, and when he hollered his command she was shocked into complete awareness. Her womb was on fire from the intense efforts of Ron Wilson's immense cock, and when he suddenly rolled over with her, she put together what was happening. Jack intended to sodomize her... fuck her asshole... while Ron Wilson fucked her cunt! Oh, God! It would kill her, she horrifyingly thought, and she groaned out helplessly as Jack moved up onto the bed.

"Oh... noooo... pleeezzzeee...

You'll kill me..." she pleaded, her brain a mass of apprehensive confusion. She had seen Laura standing there, too, and she was naked! Had Jack brought her there that way? Was he surprised to have caught her in the arms of Ron Wilson? Wilson had told her about the trade... but he'd never talked about this, this humiliating, horrifying revelation... and the two of them at once? What was that? No one had said... She'd only wanted to see if she could do better by another man and... Oh, God, it was all too real... too much for her... how could they...?

Ron held her tightly, his long heavy cock impaled to its full length in her sensuously inflamed cunt, and his legs kept her soft, licentiously spread thighs wide apart, leaving her tiny puckered nether hole nakedly exposed to her young husband's perverse assault. She was terrifyingly helpless and she trembled and moaned, knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do to save herself from these two lust-filled men!

Jack crawled up between her quivering, wide stretched legs, putting his desire-aroused face close to the hotly joined flesh, seeing Ron's glistening, thick cock buried deep in his wife's wetly locked vagina. Her position was such that the smooth wide cheeks of her rounded buttocks were spread widely apart, exposing her hairless pink virgin anus in the moistened vale just above the viscidly coated stump of cock-flesh buried in her nibbling hair-lined little cunt. She had taken Ron's horrendous cock easy enough, but then, she had never been fucked in the ass before. He knew that it was going to be tight, and without saying a word, he probed into the rubbery snugly resistant orifice with his extended middle finger to prepare it for the greater entry to come.

"Aaaaagghhhh! Nooooo!" Gail painfully grunted, the sudden thrust of his lewdly invading finger into her nether hole searing through her like a hot poker. Yet, even then, her body uncontrollably shivered with lascivious anticipation. Oh, God, she had been wrong and he was going to punish her. He was going to drive his big, long cock into her tiny vaginal rectum... sodomize her... just the way she had seen Ron Wilson doing it to Laura on the beach the night before... only it would be different because Ron was fucking her cunt at the same time! A masochistic excitement took charge of her thoughts as her husband's finger wormed in and out of her defenseless little anus, enlarging the puckered lips for the entrance of his hard thickly punishing cock!

Skewering his finger into the tiny pink hole, Jack suddenly didn't care about the trickery that had brought them into such a situation. The idea of fucking his proud young wife in the ass, making her lose her goddamn, ever present dignity to was what really mattered!

His lustful excitement made him impatient. She was trying vainly to wiggle her buttocks away from the unnatural assault as he screwed his finger in and out of her hot, spongy anal flesh. He could feel Ron's thick, hard cock making short anxious strokes in her moistly expanded vagina through the thin membranous wall which separated the two passages.

He couldn't wait any longer. He withdrew his finger, making a lewd hissing pop that excited him further. His churning balls felt as if they would explode if he didn't hurry, and he leaned forward across her smooth, narrow back, the blunt tip of his lust-swollen, chastising cock pushing hard against the softly yielding crevice of her ass cheeks. Ron was tightly holding her and Jack began to slowly worm his pulsating cock-head inside the tiny, slowly stretching opening, his rock hard penis throbbing with salacious desire.

"Uuuuughhhh!" his wife grunted as her husband relentlessly and without mercy expanded the tight rubbery ring of her muscled anus, wondering if she could ever survive this obscene punishment to her sensuously impassioned body. He lurched hard forward again, and suddenly the agonizing pain was too much! She couldn't endure it! It was going to kill her...!

"Oh, God, Jack! Please, darling... No! I'll be good, darling... Please, no! Please... Oo-ooh, God... fuck... Nooooo!"

She screamed wildly in useless protest. She tried to squirm away from the mounting torment of pressure, but she was helplessly restrained, completely and totally vulnerable, unable to escape what seemed suddenly to be the most obvious and total defilement her body could endure.

Jack ignored his wife's screaming wails, shoving his lust-angered hips forward with all his strength, suddenly feeling her tightly clenched rectal lips give way to his brutal force. Pushing with all his might, his thick penis-head suddenly burst inside, the tiny ovally stretched mouth snapping onto it like a steel trap.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" Gail cried out as her impaled rectum was salaciously stretched to impossible size, the pain of his sodomizing entry smashing into her brain like a thunder-bolt. She desperately tried to twist away from the cruel invasion, but there was no escaping it. The sudden conflict between pain and weird pleasure was overwhelming; yet somehow it seemed suddenly to be a natural culmination of her resistant experiences. She didn't understand why just then, but she gave up fighting and resigned herself to the horrifyingly accurate punishment.

Jack felt the resistance give way, and lunging with his hips he drove his hardened pole of enraged flesh several inches into the hot, spongy tunnel, making Gail scream again. The strong sphincter muscle of her lewdly expanded anal mouth clamped tightly around his throbbing cock, but it only served to make him more anxious. To punish her completely, he had to bury it all the way to her hot little belly, and shoving forward with all his pent-up lust and anger, his long thick cock plowed smoothly into her vainly resisting rectum, the soft rubbery walls giving and parting before his boring hardness, his groin smashing against and flattening her white trembling buttocks.

"Uuuuuggh! Fuuccckkk! Oo-oh! Nnnnooo-oh!"

Gail suddenly felt as if a sizzling hot crowbar had cruelly been jammed into her rectum, like someone was trying to split her in two. Her entire cock-impaled loins were stretched inhumanly with two monsters hungrily throbbing to tear at her soft quaking belly, sandwiching her helplessly between. Yet, the initial pain in her forever stretched rectum didn't affect the intensively raging heat in her lust-fired body at all; in fact, it masochistically heightened the already fantastic ecstasy... an erotic blend of pain and passion, and the vibrant sensations in her quivering, hot belly seemed to rebound with frantic joy.

"Damn! Start fuckin' her, will you?" complained Ron Wilson from underneath, his aching prick pulsating with furious excitement.

"Christ! It's so fucking tight!" Jack gasped, his rectum-clenched penis throbbing with urgency, wanting to fuck deeper and deeper into her hot, buttery clutching channel of anal flesh. The tip of his anally squeezed cock seemed to tingle with frenzied lust and he arched his hips back, awkwardly trying to pick up the rhythm of the soaring thick prick fucking from beneath up into his wife's wet steaming cunt.

Laura Wilson had leaned close to watch Jack's sodomizing penis skewering into Gail's tiny and now licentiously stretched anus, the salacious rape causing her to pant in covetous lust. Gail's wet loins seemed to be impossibly expanded by the two huge, plunging thick hard cocks. The elastic-like raw flesh of her asshole and cunt had flowered open to the twin assault, however, and Gail's cries suddenly began to change in tone. She was liking it... loving it, even!

Laura moved around the bed so that she could clearly see Gail's pretty face, and the image she saw was almost unreal. Her eyes were shut, then open, and there was no doubting the glaze of ecstasy in them. Her pink moist tongue circled hungrily around her parted lips, and the tension was that of extreme erotic pleasurenot pain! The transformation was complete, she was sure, and Laura had to share in the wild abandonment!

It was as if all of her had become a great receptacle, Gail hazily imagined: her mind, her arms, her legs, thighs breasts, belly, loins and every minute pore that was a part of her sensuously young body was aroused. It was all open and willing and ready to have the fantastic bliss that was being showered up on her. She loved it, and the more bizarre the better.

The two pounding, pleasure-bringing pricks were driving relentlessly into her responding genitals, one cramming beautifully into her rectum, while simultaneously the other drove wildly into her passionately burning vagina. She was being buffeted about between them like a helpless rag-doll as they furiously strained toward their climaxes, while she began to undulate her whole sensuously inspired body between the two men, her rounded white buttocks moving in tiny abandoned circles.

"Oh... God... Oh... Fuck me! Oh, yesss! Fuck me hard... Both of you!"

She screamed and the two men seemed to answer her request with thundering willingness. Their rhythm was as one, each driving deep into her hot, tumultuous belly at the same time, then again withdrawing their hugely throbbing cocks, only to plunge faster... and deeper... again... and again!

Ron Wilson's hips would angle up, shoving his long thick penis into the depths of her vaginal channel, while at the same time her young husband pushed down and in from behind, his racing, heavy cock probing hotly into the fleshy tunnel of her desperately clutching ravished ass, the two pinching her tightly together until they again withdrew. It was more erotic and wild than anything she thought possible, and she squeezed rectally and cuntally at the twinly burrowing cocks, wanting desperately to milk them both of the white hot male cum they contained. Her head was twisted to one side, her vision a blur of sensual passion, but when suddenly she saw the silky triangle of feminine pubic hair moving close to her lips, she understood immediately who it was and what was to be done then.

Laura spread her shapely, long white legs out wide, positioning her seething wet cunt so that it was open and accessible to the impaled young woman's lush, tongue-moistened lips, and she wailed excitedly as Gail quickly flicked out her pink, little hot tongue at the glistening coral-hued crevice between her flushed, hair-fringed cuntal lips. The beautiful young girl was like a wild bitch-animal, anxious to lap up the aroused vaginal secretions that flowed hotly from the older woman's cunt. Her tiny pink tongue snaked into the wet velvety flesh like a hot probe, sliding smoothly down the feverish liquid-like valley until it found the gaping hole, sucking all of the warm juices wantonly into her mouth to savor, and then, stretching her little tongue its full length, she thrust it deeply up into the excitedly steaming passage, while her lips sucked voraciously at Laura's flaccidly hot pussy flesh.

"Oh, yes, suck it, baby... suck it up good," came Laura Wilson's bemoaning, pleasure-filled wail and command to the young defiled and ravished girl below. "Suck my cunt! Suck it!"

It was almost too unreal to believe, but it was happening to both him and his wife, thought Jack stupidly. They were caught up in some sexual game of winner takes all, and it was really fantastic. His wife's beautiful, virginal young anus around his now powerfully skewering cock was unbelievably tight and sensuous, and he frantically fucked into her there, drilling hard and fast for the final end to that hole, knowing that she was herself near the orgasm of her life!

It was there, all there, and she couldn't think of anything lacking that could add to her supreme happiness! She was surrounded, drenched, saturated with the ultimate lust-satisfying, erotic pleasures, giving and taking all at once, and it was driving her to ecstatic heights beyond belief. She had the taste and scent to accompany the sensations in her ragingly quivering belly, and she would soon feel it all culminating in both her screaming hot cunt and deliriously tingling rectum! It was complete fulfillment, and she was soaring to reach the mysterious peaks that went with it!

Sandwiched between the two rhythmically fucking male bodies, Gail seemed to churn with sexual energy, her vagina and rectum pulling and sucking with tremendous force at all the hot, hard probes around her. Her motions were like a trigger from all the grinding passion electrically charged as one.

Jack slammed his heavy straining cock first to the depths of her tingling rectum, and the moment it began firing, Ron's immense rod of hard, burning flesh followed in her eagerly clasping cunt. They were both buried to their entirety, and their hot, blasting sperm sizzled nectarously in her receptively jerking young belly.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Gail hummed in her climax against Laura Wilson's convulsing cunt as she felt the scalding fluid pumping into her own rectum and vagina. She heard Laura scream at the top of her lungs, simultaneously, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the delectable climactic juices she so hungrily wanted.

They all bounced and jerked in an obscene sexual dance of orgasmic finale, and their joyous sense of lewd satisfaction went on... and on... and on... until they ended that night... as they did the many others which followed... in a state of collapsed spent wet flesh.

Actually, it never really ended at all, for there were other things for the couples to try together and there were other partners, too. They all spent the "funweek" in various styles of erotic pleasure. Jack and Gail met people they'd only heard stories about, and they not only found out that the stories were true, but that the things those stories told about were not so bad after all! And they had an intuitive idea that the events of that week, like any good story, would never really end at all, that the pleasures could go on for just about forever!