Chapter 12
"Bad as my big cock is, you're gonna like, it better than the whip," Amos said in a gruff voice.
He and Edna could hear the sharp snaps echoing from the deck below, followed by Sue's anguished yelps of pain.
"Yes," said Edna weakly. She was on her feet and backing away, circling in the cramped space of the bridge.
"An' you're gonna like it better than drownin' in the lake."
"Y-yes," she murmured again. A wild look of' fear flashed in her eyes. Rita's voice rose as gargled scream.
"Now!" Amos said. He had Edna trapped, cornered by the control panel. "Now you look at me and say I'm the best-lookin' bastard you ever saw."
Amos' wicked, leering grin showed two rows of crooked, broken teeth between thick, stubbled lips.
"You're - you're very-handsome," Edna said as though she might choke.
"Say it like you really mean it!" Amos insisted. He circled her with his arms, powerful limbs thick with coarse, sweat-matted hair.
"You're the sexiest man I ever saw!" The words flooded out, driven by horrible fear.
Amos curled one strong hand around the throttle handle still projecting obscenely from Edna's ass. He twisted it, drove it deeper. "You can do better than that!"
Edna's hands were still bound with the mike cord. They clawed at his, desperate to ease the pain.
"I LOVE YOU!" she screamed. "You're sooo
UNGH! handsome and strong. I want your big cock. OOOOHHH! I want you to fuck me! AAAHHH!"
Amos kept wrenching the handle round, controlling Edna's mouth the way a ventriloquist works his dummy.
"Kiss me!" he roared, parting his lips and flicking his tongue.
"'Y-yes!" she moaned, throwing herself against him, writhing her slim, limber body against his hairy chest. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed and she sealed her lips hungrily to his. Her whole body trembled, fearing what the next awful twist of the handle would do.
"Crruungh!" Amos said with a grunt, gushing foul breath like gas froth a broken sewer main.
Edna thrust her tongue into his mouth and raked it over sharp, scaly teeth, willing now to do anything to ease the twisting pressure in her ass.
Amos grunted approval. His hands groped for her firm, sharply pointed little tits.
"Aaaaahhh!" Edna gasped, breaking the seal of her passionate kiss only long enough to make the sound. His rough thumbs circled her rigid nipples sending twisted waves of pleasure through her body. reached down then with one hand and hooked a big finger into her juicy cunt.
"Uunngh!" she, growled, before clamping her lips on his again, sucking to draw his rough tongue into her mouth..
Edna would not admit to herself that his rough way excited her. But he did. His crude demands touched primitive nerv4 of desire long hidden under her rigid mask of respectability.
"Fuck me!" Edna groaned. "Ooooh, fuck me with your hairy cock. Rape me, I don't care!"
She could feel the oils of wild desire dripping from her cunt, stirred and swirled by his finger.
"I want your COCK!" she screamed.
Amos grinned, bent her over the control panel and sank his huge cock in her tight little slit.
"Uungh!" he groaned, loving the way her tight cunt hole pulsed and heaved, strained by the thickness of his shaft.
"Oooh, shit!" Edna screamed. She was starting to cum. It had never happened to fast. "I want it again and again. Oh, keep fucking... don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
She could hardly stand the soaring feeling of ecstasy, and at the peak of her dizzying swirl, Edna began to wonder if she would ever be satisfied with Bill's gentle, almost timid, lovemaking again
"Now I want to fuck her cunt!" Bill said when the cringing redhead had licked the last drop of thick cum from his dripping cock.
"And I'm ready for some ass!" Joe said, happily giving up his place between Amy's trembling legs.
Frank crawled out from under the bunk and its sagging web of ropes.
"Sorry," he said to Amy with a lewd twinkle in his eye, "but that means you get to suck a cock that might taste like shit!"
They all laughed and took their new positions, joyously whipping their still-wet cocks. Amy moaned, and if it were not for the rough cords binding her to the corners of the bed frame, she would have curled her lush body into a tight ball. Her complete helplessness excited them. Their
three cocks throbbed, their wicked laughs all sounded the same. After an hour, Amy could no longer tell which one was which. It didn't matter. She'd had all their cocks, had them every way she could.
She whimpered, rolling her head. "No more, please.
"I think she's done on this side," Bill said. "Let's turn her over, tie her down again and do her the other way up!"
"Why didn't we think of that?" Frank asked Joe.
They busied themselves rearranging the ropes. Bill stood watching, whipping his still-rigid dick with his hand, keeping it hot for the curvaceous redhead so completely in their control. He laughed. at the look of pleading with her eyes. "You know
...
I don't think our wives are going to like the way we do things when We get back to the boat. Especially Edna she's such a fucking prude!"
"I've been wondering about Rita too," Joe said, "because I am really getting to like having a pretty redhead to fuck!"
Rita felt herself start to weaken. Chilled by the cold, worn by the strain of frantic kicking, she could hardly keep her head above water. Her head bobbed and twisted, shorn of hair. She felt sick about that and she moaned feeble cries.
Enos circled her until he felt her will and her ability to resist were gone. With the big rubber fins on his feet and both hands free, it was easy for him. He'd worried that the cold of the water might shrivel his long thick cock but it seemed to have exactly the opposite effect. His cock felt frozen hard, ready for anything the struggling beauty had to give . . . for as long as she had strength to give it.
He tried the air tank, gripped the mouthpiece and sank beneath the surface to see if he could watch her dark-furred pussy squirm better, he thought, than watching her ridiculous bald head. But at night the water of Crystal Lake was like ink. Enos couldn't see a thing. When he surfaced again, Rita was gone
Sue screamed. "My God! Rita's drowning! I just saw her go down!"
She bolted for the rail, eyes glued to the faint trail of silver bubbles rising to the surface.
"Enos likes a woman who goes down on him," Willie said with a chuckle of unconcern. "Get back here, you bitch!"
Sue ignored his demand. "I've got to save Rita I've got to find her!"
Willie's long arm flashed in a vicious arc. The long braided whip slashed through the air with a sinister hiss, coiling around Sue's driving legs, tangling her feet together and dropping her roughly on the deck a full a full yard before she reached the rail. "Enos will find her," he said. "You and me are going to fuck!"
"He wasn't looking when she went down . . . he won't know where she is!" Sue whined in Mangle of black leather.
"He ain't fucked. her yet," Willie said, "an when ole Enos is hot, he can sniff a cunt a hundred yards away . . . even! if it's hidin' somewhere on the bottom of the lake."
Impatient now, his huge cock hammering from the sight of Sue's lush body squirming at his feet, Willie yanked her up by the hair and dragged her through the cabin door.
Rita sank without sound, dragged down by the weight of the heavy chain binding her wrists. Her feet gave feeble kicks, only enough to slow her descent. A horrible thought flashed through her oxygen-starved brain. I'm going to die! Her lungs burned, her lips trembled, fearful of when they would have to part, desperate for air . . . only to gulp down the chilly water of the lake.
She settled lightly off the bottom, on her back because of the dragging chain behind her. The muddy bottom of the lake felt soft and sleek, like the warm fur cover of the bed she shared with Joe or like the smooth satin lining of a coffin.
Enos began a frantic search, gulping air from the silver tank strapped to his back. He heard a sharp, metallic rasp each time he took a breath, heard the creak and strain of the anchor rope and a thousand other mysterious clicks and rattles from far away. He felt weightless beneath the surface free from
the constant pull of gravity. He'd entered a mysterious black void that was as strange to him.
He kicked along the bottom, sweeping his long arms in a wide arc. Near the boat anchored above his head, a faint light filtered down, a pale yellow glow hardly bright enough to see.
In the misty gloom he saw her, lying on her back with a thin stream of shining bubbles rising from the twisted corner of her mouth. His cock leaped, blazing hot inside despite the chill of black water all around. He wasn't too late. . . he saw her eyelids flutter!
It's the Angel of Death, Rita thought when she caught a flickering glimpse of the dark shape hovering above her. Then she wanted to laugh out loud. No, she said in her tortured mind, angels don't fly with their cocks hanging out!
Enos had seen on TV how two divers can share the same tank of air by passing the mouthpiece back and forth. When the last silver bubble left Rita's lips, he thrust the mouthpiece into her gaping mouth.
Rita gasped in chilling fear, certain that icy water would flood her lungs. But she got air! Beautiful, clean, sweet-smelling air. Her chest swelled and her spirits soared. At the same instant she felt the refreshing flood of air, Enos stabbed into her cunt.
His long hard cock felt like an icy dagger. It chilled the writhing beauty to the depths of her soul. But in her tangled thoughts, the wonderful sensation of breathing again became twisted with the cruel stab of his cock. Both thrilled her and triggered insane pulses of relief. She coiled her legs tightly around his narrow waist and squeezed, her cunt drawing him in, welcoming his cock as desperately as she had needed air.
Enos felt her grip of wild joy. Never had a woman seized him so passionately before, never had one clung with such raging desire, milking his long dick with demanding wave-like strokes of her sleek cunt.
The heat of her cunt seemed more intense because his body had chilled and begun to shiver. She boiled around him with clinging fuck-strokes of gratitude. He nearly went out of his mind from the searing jolts of pleasure her twat produced. He didn't even remember where he was, and he opened his mouth to gasp an excited breath. The icy water reminded him. He grabbed the mouthpiece back and gulped air in nervous relief.
Rita felt strangely blissful, weightless and free. Enos was above her, thrusting violently with his bony hips, driving and twisting with his long cock. But she could hardly feel the weight of his body, only the deep-reaching warmth of his fabulous life-giving prick. That's how it seemed to her, that he was fucking her full of the oxygen she craved.
She fucked back wildly to express her thanks. Slowed by the press of water all around, her most frantic motions became sensuous waves . . . like a beautiful slow-motion scene in a movie. As her need for air grew stronger, so did the demanding grasp of her cunt. She pulled and pleaded with her cunt and sent Enos into a blind swirl of rapture.
Rita had to grab the mouthpiece from him to get another breath. The fury of her excited fucking greatly increased her need for air, and the more she hungered for breath, the more wild her furious screwing became.
Enos let out a howl of delight, surprised when he heard only the gush of bubbles. Rita jammed the rubber mouthpiece between his lips, pulling and sucking with her tight, wet cunt at the same time. He gulped air and his eyes glazed behind the fogged lens of the diving mask. He was going to cum
Rita knew. Her own passions had reached a fevered pitch. She thrashed beneath him. A body she'd thought too weak to move only minutes before suddenly burned with excited strength. They ground and twisted themselves together, spirits soaring, bodies free in a strange world of weightless bliss.
When the shocking joy of their climax had passed, they both drifted back. Rita sucked in a breath of relief and felt her mind begin to clear. She wondered how long the two of them could make one tank of air last.