Roger Grayson - The friendly couples

And suddenly she had no longer to wait. He nuzzled her thighs far apart with his shoulders and pressing his thumbs outward on the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt, slowly opened the smooth pink slit until the tight, throbbing mouth was completely exposed to his delighted gaze. She curled her legs around his neck and pressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs tightly against his ears. Her loins were a hot, raging whirlpool and her mouth opened, a long low banshee scream rolling from between her lips. Like a moving snake, his tongue had slithered wetly into her cunt, sending a sharp, quivering spasm racing up her spine.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted as he swirled it lasciviously around and around in the warm, liquid depths, flicking teasingly at the tight contracting walls of her burning pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh, ooooohhh," she murmured on and on, her head flailing helpless from side to side on the swaying bunk.

He licked and sucked as though he were trying to devour the whole of her open crotch, using lips and teeth and his wildly thrusting tongue as though he were a starving animal. Wet, moist sucking noises echoed through the small interior of the cabin increasing Janet's excitement almost to the bursting point. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel that huge, throbbing prick of his reaming her cunt inside out until there was nothing left of either of them.

She tangled her hands desperately in his bobbing hair, her eyes tightly closed in the ecstasy of the moment.

"Get between my legs, Martin," she breathed, her voice coming in small mewling gasps, "Get up on top of me and put your cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck me… fuck me…"

The obscenity and wild abandon of her own words was making her blood run faster, causing her head to spin slightly. The effect adding to the sudden illusion that the whole of her body was nothing more than a great gaping cunt, a cunt that had to he fucked and fucked until it slowly disappeared into nothingness. Nothing else mattered in the world but this feeling of lewd, intense longing. Nothing else at all, not her husband, not his wife, not the money. Only this wonderful throbbing, swirling ball of white, hot heat burning in her belly as his tongue sliced mercilessly down there between her jerking thighs.

Martin crawled up her body, forcing her thighs even farther apart. She was wet and wide open to the hardened cock protruding now like a tree out from the forest of his pubic hair. Her cunt was like a hot, scorching furnace waiting for the life-giving fuel to be shoveled to it.

And then it came.

With one long hard thrust of his hips he shattered into her. Long, strong, and superbly smooth. His huge, pulsating cock, battered into her like the log it resembled, pushing the smooth fleshy walls of her steaming cunt in rippling waves before its surging power.

"Aaaaaaaaggghhh! Martin! Oooooooooh, Martin. You're a God! You're a God," she whimpered and moaned out her pleasure beneath him as she suddenly felt it grind to a halt at the farthest tip of her cervix. His balls slapped heavily down against her upturned anus causing her to jerk again at the unexpected sensation and bringing one long, heart-rending scream of ecstasy from her open mouth. And then, without stopping its movement, it began to move around deep inside her belly, in and out, never pausing, always digging, seeming to go farther and farther all the time as though it were a great crawling monster squirming around inside her.

She grunted and kicked her legs out wide on either side of his grinding hips, wriggling her buttocks lasciviously down and around on the slippery coverlet of the squeaking bunk. She was one great pool of wetness between her thighs and the walls of her cunt clasped hungrily at the thrusting cock pummeling into her, the fire she felt transmitting itself to her mind and blotting out all thought of anything but the magnificent fucking she was getting at the hands of this man whom she otherwise detested. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her, cupping her soft, squirming buttocks, then probing and tearing at her upturned rectum as the heat of his body swarmed over her, twisting and grinding deeper and deeper into her lust inflamed pussy.

Somewhere in the distance, she was aware of footsteps on the deck, but she paid no attention and neither did he. Nothing mattered but this blinding, searing heat which locked them together as though their cunt and cock connected bodies were one great struggling monster fighting to free itself from some invisible binding that lashed it to the wildly squeaking bunk. His cock was filling her, filling her as though she were nothing more than a soft, wet strip of living flesh surrounding it, captured and imprisoned by its brute force from which there was no escape.

Her mouth hung open in wild, abandoned passion and she groaned out pleading obscenities at him, urging him on to heap greater and greater indignities on her naked, churning body.

"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me harder, deeper! Split my cunt, split it with that great driving cock of yours! Oh God, yes, fuck it, fuck it good! Oh, oh, oh…"

She grunted and groaned beneath him, the low, hot-pitched wails of his breath permeating her ears as though they were the warning blast of a fast moving freight. His cock was a huge, merciless animal, racing madly around inside her, making her toes curl and uncurl out in the air with each cruel, pile-driving thrust.

It was not real, nothing was real!

It was one great all-consuming nightmare that blotted out all but the heavenly bliss of this magnificent fucking of her desperately straining body. She gasped and screamed, her words becoming an endless stream of incoherent murmurs, on and on endlessly… endlessly…

Janet's thoughts were no longer on her husband but he was thinking of her. He had not followed her and Martin to the boathouse initially because he wanted time to think before they came to an outright confrontation and the excuse of unloading the car would give him that time. But, with Darleen keeping him tied up in conversation everytime he tried to get away he had precious little time for that in the last thirty minutes. She had finally excused herself and had gone to the bathroom and he had managed to sneak out the door and clear his thoughts for a moment anyway as he headed down toward the boathouse. He decided that perhaps now was the time to have it out with Martin after what he had subjected Janet to the other night. He would threaten outright to turn him in to the police for blackmail. After all, what he had threatened to do was legally extortion under the law. That might at least scare him enough to keep off their backs. He just couldn't let that bastard get at Janet again and force her to go to bed with him. He knew she just couldn't go through that again.

Greg walked the remaining distance down the bright stone path to the boathouse and entered by the unlocked door. He had expected to see Janet and Martin standing on the deck talking but they were nowhere in sight. He climbed the small gangway leading up the deck and walked heavily over to the entrance hatch. He reached down and tried it but it was locked.

Where in the hell have they gone; he grimaced to himself. Damn it, Martin said they were coming here. Must have wandered off somewhere else he muttered with a tinge of disgust. He had wanted to get this thing over with and head back for town. He had made up his mind that he and Janet weren't even going to spend the night here. It would just be too much and he might let himself get out of hand and punch that son-of-a-bitch Martin right in the teeth, if he caught him so much as looking at his sweet young wife.

It was then, that he heard the first almost inaudible whimpering sound.

"Ooooooooooohhhh," he heard echoing softly in the dim confines of the boathouse, a continuous noise filtering through to his ears.