Roger Grayson - The friendly couples

And she was right. Greg watched, hypnotized into immobility by the cruel exhibition going on a few feet in front of him. His breath came in small, deliberate gasps as he watched his wife's fingers teasing gently at Martin's testicles, at the same time swirling her tongue lasciviously along the underside of his huge hardened penis from the thick trunk-like base slowly out to the menacing blood-filled head. He could see a slight drop of glistening seminal fluid left over from their orgiastic climax of a few moments ago that hung precariously on the tip. Janet leaned her head back a few inches and stared trance-like at it for a moment, then leaned forward and hungrily licked it away with the tip of her tongue.

"God, she loves it. She really loves to suck cock doesn't she?" Darleen half murmured, half questioned beside him. "I'll bet she swallows it when he comes."

Greg felt a groan building in his chest from the lewdness of her words. Somehow they seemed even more obscene than the act his wife was performing on Darleen's husband in front of them. But, he also knew they were true. Janet's actions and passion spoke for themselves and there was no mistake about that.

"Look, darling, look! She's going to take it in her mouth." Darleen's breathing had become heavy and excited next to him and Greg felt his own passion building to an almost fever pitch as eyes locked on his wife's ovaled lips as she swayed sensuously on her haunches before the huge hardened penis in front of her face.

"Oh God, noooo…" he heard himself moan beneath his breath as Martin suddenly thrust his loins forward and the warm moistness of Janet's open, waiting mouth closed glove-like over the sensitive, throbbing head of his cock.

And Greg groaned again as Martin tightened his grip in the softness of her hair and began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her open lips. He stared increduously through the porthole, watching in almost total disbelief the pink inner flesh of her lips being pulled grotesquely out, clinging to the flesh of Martin's withdrawing prick and then disappearing back inside again with each forward thrust. God, those were the lips he kissed, those were the lips he loved and now he was standing here helplessly while another man shoved his great throbbing prick in and out between them as though they were nothing but a hungry lapping pussy. And again, in spite of his puritanical revulsion, he felt his own penis jerking hard beneath his pants as his wife warmed to the task before her. He could see with obscene clarity Martin's huge, thick rod disappearing and reappearing between her sucking fish-like lips her long disheveled hair flowing down over her shoulders and swishing back and forth on her hollowing back below. Her firm, white tits danced and shook beneath her tensing throat as though they had invisible strings attached to the hardened nipples and a puppet master quivered them playfully from above.

The gaping couple outside watched, their excitement growing by leaps and bounds as Janet slid more of Martin's huge, pulsating cock into her mouth, sucking at it voraciously. Slowly she filled her mouth with the giant flesh until she was nearly choking. They could see that she was taking a moment to adjust. No woman had a mouth large enough to accommodate a cock as big as that.

Greg felt Darleen's other hand cover his. He had been trying to push his own heated organ away from his trousers where it bulged. Her hand pulled his away and she replaced it with her own, massaging the swollen membrane softly. "What are we waiting for?" she breathed huskily, sensing that now was the time. "They're much too busy to offer us the entertainment we could offer each other. Besides, they deserve anything we do now."

Her hand massaging his cock made up his mind for him. Quietly they slipped away from the porthole and stood up. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Wait," she said. "Let's go to the house." Without a word he followed her out of the boat house and up the white stone path.

Inside the sloop's cabin Janet sucked at the massive prick in her mouth. Still on her knees she licked at it with her tongue and bobbed her head back and forth in the supposed motion of intercourse. She felt no shame at sucking him. But she was hurt that she had not been able to make him do this to her first. Instead he had forced her to her knees and bade her to do as he commanded.

She could not have resisted long, and didn't really care any longer. She could taste the sweet fluids of his body as they slowly seeped from him. The hands that held her head pulled her upwards, she started to get up, but did not want to release her lips from the cock in her mouth.

Finally the pressure was too much, and she had to let it slip wetly away. Martin guided her to the unfolded bunk and pushed her down on it. She sat on the edge and started to lean forward to grasp the cock that she wanted to suck more and bring to orgasm this time with the warmth of her lips.

"Wait a minute you little nympho," he said. "It's time for a sixty nine," and he pushed her onto her back and crawled onto the bed after her. He wasted no time in positioning himself upside down over her, his head between her upraised knees, his twitching red cock hovering inches over her mouth.

He dropped his head to the softness between her legs. His fingers spreading the thin silken pubic hair and lips that were still wet with the moisture of his earlier orgasm. He could feel the warm, pungent smelling fluids that had dripped on her thighs transfer their wetness to his cheek as he looked at the pink flesh within the soft silken pubic hair surrounding her vulva.

He pursed his lips and caught the small, hardened berry of her clitoris between them, nibbling gently at it, with his teeth. "Ooooh," she moaned and opened her mouth. His cock twitched with expectation. She lifted her head slightly and pulled a pillow beneath it to make herself more comfortable. Her arms shaking as the electric shocks that were finding their way from her clitoris to every part of her body raced to her nerves. Greedily she wrapped her lips elastic-like around the huge, pulsating penis and sucked the whole of its head into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth lubricating it with her own saliva.

She could feel his tongue toying with the swollen bud of her clitoris, as his nose lightly probed down into the lips of her yearning cunt. Another flow of lubricating liquids released themselves from deep within her hot clasping vaginal walls and she moaned out her ecstasy around the throbbing member encased tightly in her mouth.

The fiery tip of his cock in her mouth, drawing along the roof, excited her further. Without prompting she began to hum again, as she had done a week before. "Mmmmmm," he gasped trying to hold himself back as the vibrations from her throat jackhammered at the thin wall that held his climax back.

He pulled his head from her and slid his cock out of her mouth. He would fill her, but not there, not this time. "Are you ready," he asked, the fire in his eyes demanded only one answer. She started to say yes, but remembered what he had demanded before. She must use the words, and the words had become sweet to her, excited her, and she knew that by the very nature of their crudeness they would drive him to frenzy too.

"Yes," she sighed. "Fuck me, Martin. Fuck me as hard as you can." Her voice rose with each word to almost a shout, culminating in a last desperate gasp of: "Fuck me!" There was no other word that brought so much from deep within her. It was almost as though she were giving her soul to the devil when she shouted it. And… it almost was like that.

He turned and fell upon her, biting at the flesh of her shoulder as he lifted his hips and positioned the massive prick against the wet, hair-lined lips of her passion-inflamed cunt. He raised her buttocks slightly to prepare for the first violent thrust.