Jason Cannon - Swap mates

"Damn you."

"Damn me all you want, but I have a hunch we'll all orgy together when she arrives!"

"I don't want an orgy. I just want you," the girl pouted.

"Then get out."

"You heard me. Get the fuck out!"

The girl gathered her clothes with a look of fear and lurched for the cabin door. Jeff fixed himself a drink, lit a cigarette, and sat down to wait.

An hour later, Elsie came down the ladder from the main deck. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

His eyes bulged in astonishment when all of Elsie's buxom, five-foot-ten frame finally stood before him.

"You're beautiful," he gasped.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, dropping her coat across a chair.

She was a knockout, Jeff thought, his prick already beginning to rise. Her flaming hair was puffed up in a provocative bouffant. Her liquid green eyes were circled with dark makeup, and her lips were the color of cherry syrup. Her ripe, voluptuous breasts were pushing but haughtily from the skin-tight dress she wore. Her waist was trim and the snug garment emphasized her lush, curving hips and sleek legs. She was young, but she had the confidence of an assured, sexy female, exuding a strong animal quality that made his cock rub roughly against his robe.

"Want a drink?" be said hoarsely. "Just a short one."

"Help yourself," he said, gesturing to the bar.

His mouth watered as she turned and moved to the bar. Her round, jiggling ass encased in the tight dress was spectacular.

"How about you?" she asked, catching him for a moment as he openly admired her body.

"A short one."

As she fixed the drinks, he found himself completely drawn to this girl. She vibrated sensuality and excitement with every liquid curve of her body. As she sat on the arm of his chair and handed him the drink, her breasts jutted out, taunting him. It was all he could do to keep from reaching out lustily and grabbing them.

"I hope you didn't come just to talk," he said. "I hope not," she said, smiling over the rim of her glass.

He returned her smile and poked a button beside bin chair. Music filled the cabin.

Jeff watched as she stood and set her drink on a nearby table. Then he was utterly captivated the seductive girl began to pump her hips lewdly in time to the music.

"I just love good music… makes me want to dance all night. I just love to dance…" she glanced at him with a suggestive glint in her eyes. "Do you? Like to dance, I mean?"

"Yeah…" he said, sensing her double meaning. "Yeah, sometimes."

Elsie laughed huskily and continued to dance. Inwardly, however, she was excited. She was as attracted to his man as be was to her.

She craved wild excitement and wild sex and she had a strong hunch that this man, Jeff Montlan, could give it to her. He was no Bill. He had fucking in his eyes.

He was tough-looking, and handsome; she liked the way his powerful body filled, his robe. The young wife wondered if he had a big cock, and if be knew how to use it!

Well, there's only one way to find out, she mused. Just one way.

She leaned close to him, so close that her creamy, scarlet, lips were temptingly near his mouth. "What did you think I came here for?" she whispered.

"To help your husband's promotion."

"Screw my husband."

Her bluntness hit him hard because of her youth. But he liked it. She was practically begging him to fuck her; his cock was as hard as a rock in his robe and strained excitedly against the material. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her from the minute he saw her.

Elsie leaned in to him as if she were reading his adulterous thoughts.

"I'll bet you've got a real big one, lover," she whispered. "I like to have a big, hard prick inside my cunt… I like to get fucked real hard, you know what I mean?"

Jeff was staggered. He had never met anyone quite like her in his entire life. His body throbbed with passion and he thought his cock would explode at any minute.

"I realize you're married," he said, gazing with fiery sensuality into her eyes, "but you know there's nothing wrong with a little on the side… I mean, if you're a lonely girl, and you're away from…" He slowly let her tongue lick his lips, leaving a glistening wetness in its path, "and nobody had to know about it… It'll be our little secret… because I want you to fuck me. What do you say?"

"I say let's fuck," she said. "Because I can see from the lump in your robe that you've got what I want. And I want it rammed up in me!"

Her lips were warm, moist, incredibly soft and welcoming, the fragrance of her perfume maddening. All at once she stiffened in his arms, drove her lips more frantically into his. Her body trembled, then began to writhe, as she worked her breasts into his chest. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue worked its way between his teeth.

"Wow…" she gasped as they parted. "Where have you been hiding?"

"I could say the same about you," he replied, smiling.

Again they kissed. Her lips were cool from the drink, but only momentarily. She was insatiable, her arms dragging him closer and closer to her body, her lips and tongue doing beautifully evil things with his.

"Oh, Jeff," she sighed as she withdrew from his embrace, "it's going to be good…"

Again she gulped rapidly at her drink, replaced it on a low table. Then she went to the center of the room, kicked off her shoes. "Dance, Jeff?" she purred, her eyes dark with wild promise.

Then their bodies came together, moving in sensuous, easy motion, Elsie answering Jeff's lead with perfect, beautiful grace. She looked up yearningly at him. "Kiss me, Jeff," she said. "Please."

Mouths locked together, eyes closed, they continued dancing, allowing the hot fires of desire to possess them, their bodies tightly intertwined. She moved her breasts against him in arousing, premeditated design. It seemed suddenly that his stomach became a bubbling cauldron.

The desire continued to mount within them, turning their bodies rigid, causing their hands to tremble. Without knowing what he was doing, Jeff began to clench his fingers in the flesh at her waist. "Careful," she breathed. "Don't hurt me, Jeff… at least, not just yet…"

Then he leaned, buried his lips in her lovely throat, just beneath her ear. She sighed deeply. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress, and all control suddenly dissolved. He slid down. She made no protest, only snuggled her breasts closer to him. When the zipper reached the small of her back, she stopped, pulled away, then let him draw it from her shoulders, pleasurably watching it slither down her waist to flower in a heap at her feet.

She removed the slip herself, pulling it artfully over her head, shaking her hair into place as the slip joined the dress. For a moment she stood with her hands on her hips, a strange smile on her lips, watching the expressions flicker over Jeff's face, savoring this moment of wanton exhibition.

She was dressed in a black bra and panties, her body full, her long shoulders giving her pace, her waist nipped in beautifully, her hips flaring into arousing curves. The bra was nylon, flimsy, transparent, speckled with small embroidered flowers. The pulsating nipples of her breasts, growing, stunned him and made his arms and hands go rigid with wanting her.

She moved toward him, retaining her saucy, proud pose. She stood before him, her hair slightly mussed, her mouth drawn into a puckish smile, a combination of wantonness and innocence.

"Do the rest, lover?" she asked.

Jeff pulled her close, kissed her again, his hands sliding hungrily along her back, caressing and clenching the firm silkiness of her ass. Then his hands moved up to the clasps of her bra. She stood limp, unresisting, enjoying her feigned helplessness.

She backed off, let Jeff pull the bra from her. Immediately his fingers came up and cupped the creamy flesh, stroking the red tips of her nipples.