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Albert could feel the ache in his groin as he watched the ample flesh of her tits bend beneath the man's hands. He could almost feel it, the velvety smoothness of her skin, the hard nub of her nipple, slick and smooth from the constant drip of his hot, sucking mouth.

Albert shifted slightly, taking his dick in his hand. Carefully he worked it, fisted it, pointing it up, getting it rigid. And he did, he glowed his eyes to return to the erotic scene in the next cabin.

He could not fight a small groan as he studied the girl's lovely body, her sensuous young mouth and the man's huge pole of meat.

She was no longer merely teasing at the tiny hole. She was now sucking, her lips completely surrounding his fuck-stick. Her cheeks collapsed as she pulled at the hard stalk, sucking it dry. Her head rolled on the floor as she struggled to suck the entire cock into her hot, soaking mouth.

And Don was willing. His dick were thrusting, driving his meat into her face. He had dropped to his elbows as the hot bliss of her mouth seemed to swallow him. His balls jiggled in their sac as he thrust his prick in and out of her head, each lunge running deeper and deeper into her hot throat.

Jewell couldn't get enough. She was now blind to all but the heat of her needing cunt. She sucked feverishly at the cock embedded in her face, hungry for the taste of cum. At the same time she heaved her tits frantically into his kneading fingers.

"Now you," Don gasped, pulling his dick from her mouth and moving down her body. Her legs flew open and his face crashed into her cunt.

His face nestled into her, his tongue spearing out to part the tender flesh of her cunt lips. Don buried his tongue into the wrinkled folds of her pussy, his tongue climbing like a fleshy arrow into her hot, pussy hole.

And all the while, Albert watched, his heart pounding out the rhythms taking place in front of him. His hand was working frantically on his dick. His passions were almost to the peak of their endurance as he watched and felt each move, each thrust.

He was living it. He had felt her mouth skimming the flesh of his own tortured cock, sucking his balls up with each inhaling pull of her blissful mouth.

And now her cunt. It was as though he could smell it, taste it, feel the slick walls rippling over the sensitive flesh of his tongue. His mouth even moved involuntarily as he pictured himself swilling the nectar-like juices of her pussy.

Everything about it was real as he fingered the hard bone of his prick. His hand rubbed it frantically. His helpless excitement grew even greater as the picture suddenly changed.

Don collapsed next to her, his voice crackling with lust. "I need your cunt! I gotta fuck your sweet cunt!"

He grabbed her hips and lifted her, guiding her up over his meat. Jewell was pure lust as she straddled his mammoth cock, her face flushed with the hunger of her desires.

Her hand came down to guide his tool as she slowly lowered her hips over his massive prick. With a grunt, she accepted the first blistering contact of his tool. And then, her face twisting into a grimace of delight, she began lowering herself, taking him into the warm wetness of her cunt-hole.

Don nearly blew his load right then. Her tight pussy covered him like a glove. It settled in heavenly jerks over his cunt-hungry meat, worming it into the dripping grasp of its sleek walls. A low animal moan came rippling from his throat as he felt the final inches of his cock disappear into her enveloping cunt.

His hands came up to crush the huge moons of her tits. He clutched them like a drowning sailor would clutch a life jacket – instinctively – driven more by the commands of his own inner impulses than any thought.

She groaned.

And he was being driven.

Jewell's cunt was rising and falling over his cock, draining it, squeezing it for every little bit of bliss she could wring. Her body rocked back and forth, her hair flying from side to side as she threw herself totally into her manic, lusting hunger for cock.

"Jesus, give me more!" she cried. "More! I want it all! I want all of your hot, fucking cock! Mmmooorrre!"

"You really want more, baby?" Don cried. "Want your ass full, too?"

"Yes, yes!" Jewell gasped.

He reached behind her and knotted four fingers together. He found her asshole and rammed.

With only one small whimper, Jewell took the first thrust of his ass-fucking fingers. She was hardly even aware of the pain as they worked into her clutching hole. Slowly, inch by inch, they climbed, filling her with the most insanely erotic feeling she had ever experienced.

In seconds, she was totally impaled, Don's fingers pressing against his dick inside her hole. Carefully her hips began to move, each movement searching out the rhythm that would offer the most possible satisfaction. Slowly she worked into an almost dance-like exchange of movements.

Don thrust, sending her forward as his fingers knifed into the slippery depths of her asshole.

Jewell slid up, shivering, as her cunt lifted over his blood-engorged prick.

It was heaven.

She felt like she would explode from pure lust. Cock and fingers slipped and gouged in her belly, crushing together on either side of the thin layer of tissue that divided her two holes. And all the while he was tearing at her nipples, twisting them like knobs as sweet sensations ripped though her tormented body.

"Harder!" she shrieked. "Ahhhh, haaarrderrr!" Her voice was a shrill frenzy of demand. "Ream me, you son-of-a-bitch! You wanted it, now take it! Take it, Goddammit, taaaake it!"

There was no argument as Don increased the tempo of his pounding hips.

He slammed his cock in maniacal fury, driving out the juices of her cunt. His balls thundered against his ass as he jerked and bucked for everything he was worth. His fingers speared her asshole brutally, reaming her hot bowels.

The two of them were a blinding whirl of limbs and hips as they pummeled each other in the totally demented lust of their bodies. Their gasps and grunts spilled out, through the room, echoing off the cabin walls.

And no one was more alert, more sensitive to every sound and motion than Albert.

His hungering passions, carried to the extreme by his voyeurism, were at the breaking point. He was helpless to stop himself as he pounded the flesh of his aching cock.

He stroked it feverishly, marking time to each reaming stroke of the man's cock. With each thrust, each loud sucking slap of cock into cunt, or fingers into asshole, he would run his hand down his tool, his legs trembling from his grip of frenzied lust.

Then there was a pounding on the door. "Albert? Albert, you asshole, what are you doing in there?"

Albert paid no attention to Viola's pounding or her voice.

The door was yanked open. "Albert, you shit, I've got to pee. Will you… JESUS CHRIST!"

Albert followed her gaze. He hadn't seen his cock so hard and throbbing for years.

"Shit, you asshole, don't waste it!" Viola snapped, pulling them to his feet. "C'mon!"

Albert danced across the room behind his wife's wide hips and jiggling ass cheeks. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he chanted.

His mind was working wildly. Got to fuck. Got to fuck that blonde!

It was wonderful fucking for both of them. Jewell couldn't get enough of them, and it seemed as though Don's cock would never go down as long as it was near one of her holes.

"God, you're good," she moaned, feeling his dick rise for the fifth time against her belly.

His hands were flying over her back, running up and down the arch of her body, and finally resting on the rounded moons of her ass cheeks. He gripped the soft pillows cruelly, pressing her even harder onto his prick. Piercing arrows of lust again coursed through him as he felt the hair of her cunt brush and tickle at the root of his cock.