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His cock began to jerk, as Don's was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot cum juice erupt along his tube from his balls and fill her cunthole to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her turning ass cheeks, along the backs of her thighs and pool on the bed beneath her flailing body.

"Keep sucking, keep sucking!" Don howled, convulsively spasming forward. "Suck all of it, all of it!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Albert wailed behind her.

And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her orgasm, Viola felt the beginnings of wild release take hold of her body. She gurgled and squealed around Don's prick, still holding his seemingly never ending flow of sticky-hot cock cream, trying not to lose a single precious drop.

She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in this world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the pleasure.

Then she heard Albert moaning behind her. "Oh God, oh God, what have I done? What have I done?"

She turned. Albert was squatting on his knees, his head again in his hands. Viola moved to him and trapped him on the forehead.

Just as Albert lifted his face from his hands, Viola spat her mouthful of Don's cum into his face.

Don laughed wildly as he dressed and left the room.

Don eased into her cabin. She was sitting up in the bed.

"I'll, get some sleep?"

"A little. Where were you? You were gone a long time."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that long. I had some business to take care of."

"Did you see…"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Everything's been taken care of."

"You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"Not in the way you mean, I didn't, no."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Just tell me about it," Jewell begged. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, all of it!"

Don told her every detail. By the time he was finished, Jewell had pushed down the covers and was clawing at her cunt.

"Jesus, can you believe it? I'm horny as hell!"

"I can believe it," Don smiled.

"I never want to see this Viola and Albert again, but first thing tomorrow we start working on the Joneses, okay?"

"It's a deal," Don replied. "But, until then… want to?" He was waving his hard dick in her direction.

"Yeah. But not in the asshole, okay?"

Don smiled as he walked down the passageway toward his cabin with Pam Jones on his arm. He was sure, as he ushered her into the sitting room, that Jewell was hard at it in the bedroom.

"Now we'll have that drink," Don said, his eyes taking in the full curves of Pam's body in the swimsuit. He'd found her by the pool.

"But where's Ken?" Pam asked. "You said he'd be here waiting."

"Oh, he and my girl friend are probably around somewhere."

Suddenly from the bedroom there was a loud, piercing wail, a woman's voice raised in agony or passion or both. It was followed by a man's voice.

"Oh shit, damn, Jewell… you fuck like a mink! Oooooeeeee!"

Pam Jones froze. Her face contorted with confused horror. She turned to Don. Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel. "Wha… what was that?" she managed.

"I dunno. It sounded like a man. Like Ken!" he whispered. Pretending to be the picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Pam's slender hand. "C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But, I…"

They were interrupted by the sound of more words, this time from a woman's lips. Pam couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Jewell's.

"Ooohhhh, yes, oh, yes, Ken! I love it, I love it like that! Now kiss me! Lick my cunt, lick my hot cunt before all the juice runs out! Ooohhhhhh!"

Pam was almost pulled off her feet by Don. She wanted to run. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the carpet, but Don's strength was too much. They approached the bedroom door and looked in.

"You like fucking me, don't you, Ken?"

"Yeah, God, I like it! I love it! Your pussy is the greatest! It's sweet, so sweet!"

"Turn around, lover. I want to taste your cock while you suck me!"

There was silence for moment, and Pam heard the rustling of bodies on the sheet as the man – no longer just a man, but her Ken, her husband – turned to do as Jewell bid.

Pam took one quick glance, and her whole world shattered. She tried to scream, to yell, but the horror was too great.

There, right before her eyes, was her husband and Jewell Maxwell. They were lying on the bed, completely nude, their hands coursing over each other's hot, sweating bodies, their mouths and tongues buried in each other's thighs. They squirmed and writhed, the wet wounds of their mutual, sucking resounding through the air.

Don maintained his shocked, indignant expression as he saw his girl friend moaning with abandon while she sucked the huge, glistening cock sawing between her lips. He saw Ken's wildly bobbing head tear into the pink, tender flesh of Jewell's pussy. Inwardly, he was glowing with satisfaction. He felt his cock harden in his pants. He brushed against the sobbing Pam, feeling her firm curves mold themselves to his body. He had a sudden, almost overwhelming desire to grab her, strip her few wisps of clothes off and join the couple on the bed.

Almost hypnotically, Pam watched the fantastic sight before her. She gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Jewell was at a fevered pitch, her oval led mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid cock pumping between her cheeks. And as Pam watched, Jewell let the cock bury itself all the way up to Ken's pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God, Pam thought, she must be choking with all of him in her throat that way!

Pam sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Jewell's fleshy inner thighs farther apart, his thumbs grazing her pussy as he splayed her cunt wide. Her moist slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Ken dropped his head again, and Jewell's writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around his head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his fucking tongue.

Subconsciously, Pam found herself beginning to move with Jewell's undulations as Ken continued to lick the woman's crotch.

"I can't stand it!" she hissed to Don, steeling herself to cease the movements of her body. "Stop them please! We have to go in there and stop them!"

"Why?" Don said. "Why stop them? Why not do the same thing ourselves? Turnabout's fair play, Pam. Your husband's in there sucking and fucking my girl. Why don't you and I do the same?"

Pam turned into him and felt the hard ridge of his dick curving up along her belly. She looked down between them and saw the fist-sized head of his cock staring back at her.

She gasped and took a step back. His dick fell forward and she gasped again. It was the longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. It was twice as big as Ken's, and it was impossible to take her eyes off of it or stop the juice from running down to soak her panties because of it.

Then, as if in a dream, she felt her body being drawn against Don's. She felt a hand touch her shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her close. Dimly, she knew the smell of a man in her nostrils. She allowed herself to be pressed close against his firm, supporting chest, lowering her head there and trying.

Don felt her warm body pressed tightly to his, smelled the heady fragrance of her hair and body. Goddamn, it was going to be good all right; it was really going to be good. He felt a throbbing ache in his balls, and the blood was beginning to pound hotly in his cock, making little tingling sensations race back and forth across the swelling head. He couldn't wait much longer, that was for sure. He had to have her pretty soon now, because if he didn't, he was going to blow his whole load.