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From: Caesar <jsharpe@portal.ca>

Subject: REPOST: "Sailing We Will Go" (ff, mf)

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Keywords: ff, mf, mff Author: Caesar

"There was a young sailor from Brighton
Who remarked to his girl, 'You're a tight one.'
She replied, 'Pon my soul,
You're in the wrong hole;
There's plenty of room in the right one.'"
-author unknown

A sailing trip means a chance to rekindle the marital files for the husband, and revenge for the wife.

Disclaimer:

#include "std_disclaimer.h"

All characters are fictionous and a figment of my imagination. Constructive e-mail is welcome.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter I

by Caesar (95)

The slight westerly breeze promised a wonderful start to a week of sailing. The six year-old sloop's sails caught the wind only moments after leaving the breakwater. The forty-eight foot ship creaked as the wind pressed it to starboard and the few remaining unsecured items fell about below deck. Cold west-coast water washed over the side as the sleek craft came about to take full advantage of the strong breeze. It was a sailor's wind.

May sat back in the cockpit, the port side where it was still relatively dry and watched her handsome husband pilot the craft expertly. Next to her, Susan, her best friend clapped with happiness as the wind's strength could be felt throughout the metal hull even while her inept husband followed the commands of the ships pilot and captain, May's husband. The ship needed a crew, after all.

"Make fast those lines Rob." May ignored the direction her husband was pointing and just enjoyed the sight of him. A tall strong handsome man who had captured her heart and soul twelve years ago. With short black, slightly graying hair that caused him to look distinguished instead of old. To the thick wide hands that could be gentle or strong, as he wished. Even the thick sturdy legs, which had caught the sea's dance, to become a part of the boat. There had not been many times, in the recent years that May had sat thus, simply enjoying the sight of her husband. She could feel her strong emotions cause her sex to tingle with a familiar anticipation.

"With this wind, we'll reach the cove ahead of schedule." He spoke to no one, or perhaps to the boat. His pride and joy for the last few years. Susan happily laughed and grabbed May's arm to share her joy at the wonderful news. Nothing at that moment would have been bad news, so enthralled with this new environment was Susan. May's husband looked at the giggling woman then to his wife, a private smile passed to her. It promised a rekindling of the marital fires.

The cool wind and her husbands smile caused the nipples to show her own anticipation and press outwards. Even while she looked into his deep blue eyes, did she feel a simultaneous lust and hate for John, the man she married.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter II

by Caesar (95)

"God I love it out here!" Susan continued to look out the slit window towards the coast, only a few hundred feet from the anchored ship. Doing more talking than work, she had whipped the same bowl clean for almost two minutes. "I wish it could always be like this." She had said the same thing numerous times since the men went topside for a drink and talk.

May was polite, "Yes, it is gorgeous." Her best friend wasn't overly intelligent, nor street-wise. But it was the only remaining friend her husband had allowed May to have. With the last of the dishes washed, and May's job finished, she sat back to watch her friend slowly dry the remainder.

Susan was voluptuous, curvy, top heavy. Where May was tiny, strong, and boyish. The two women were opposites, physically as well as mentally. The men had always looked at Susan, ever since they first met as teenagers. Susan was the classical blonde bombshell, May the brunette bookworm. Both attractive, perhaps May more so, yet initially Susan had always caught the boy's eye first.

"I'm glad we were able to finally come out here to spend time with you guys." Susan so happy she was about to cry, with May's smile as her only response. "Things have been a bit rocky for everyone the last few months..."

To interrupt, as well as to get the weight of the next question off her soul, May blurted out. "When did you last sleep with my husband?" It was spoken quietly but seemed to reverberate about the cabin. Susan lost her bubbly complexion and paled as she spun about to devote more quality time to the wet dishes.

After some awkward moments, "I told you that was over with." May's silence seemed to weigh upon the shoulders of her best friend. "Almost six months ago," she finally answered the question. John had told May it had been over a year since his affair with his wife's best friend.

May knew the both of them were lying.

"You never told Rob?" Susan's head shook, no. This was the truth, May knew the overweight balding man had a temper, especially when he was drinking, and that her best friend was deathly afraid of it. May took a few steps and stood behind Susan, one hand coming to rest upon a soft shoulder almost to reassure the unfaithful woman.

"I hope Rob never finds out." Even while she said this, May's free hand snaked up the leg of Susan's shorts to find its way beneath her panties. Before the tall blonde even realized the extent of her friends actions, the hand found its way to the natural crack of the wide soft buttock. A single finger traced downwards then pressed inwards forcing itself into the tight anal opening. May whispered, "Did he ever fuck you here?"

Attempting to escape the sudden violation of her person, Susan pressed forwards, her waist crushed against the counter and her torso almost bent fully over the stacked dishes. The blonde realized it was useless to attempt escape, at least without her husband finding all out. More than anything else, Susan was shocked at her normally docile and warm friend's actions. Even the last question had not registered yet.

May roughly forced the finger deeper until the middle digit was almost completely immersed inside the warm dry hole. Susan grunted and whimpered as her friend pulled upwards, forcing the blond to her toes. "Well?"

The tiny woman felt the sudden power that she held over her best friend, the surge of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. Her original plan was to question the last time her partner was unfaithful not to assault her only remaining teenage friend. Yet, when Susan had spun about, May knew. She knew they were still lovers and the two lying adulterers could not even get their stories straight. Something snapped and that cute saucy bottom, that May had envied often taunted her, flaunted the sexy curves that had obviously attracted her husband. Without even thinking, she had rushed forwards and at that moment did not even know what the next few seconds held for either of them. She did know that, that she had agreed to this cruise only to confirm her suspicions.

"Yes! Yes, a couple of times." Sobbing, Susan was clenched her body allowing May to control the next move. "I'm so sorry May. Really!" Obviously the blonde was using a familiar voice to calm her best friend, a voice that May had never heard used on herself before. Yet, had been used on Rob often enough.

Yet, May was not to be dissuaded. "Yes, I can see why John liked to fuck your ass. Its so round and cute." The hand that had been on the shoulder came down to pull the loose fabric of the shorts to the side, allowing May to view her hand upon much of the white buttock. "If I had a cock, I'd fuck you right now too." She meant it too.

Once, May had agreed to anal sex with her husband. Something she had always thought of as dirty. The single experience was disappointing, and painful. She never again tried. Though knew of John's continued attraction to a youthful bottom.

There were a few awkward seconds before May asked, "When did you last fuck my husband?"

Perhaps Susan willpower had already crumpled by the sudden personality change in her best friend, and she quickly answered the question. "Wednesday, at lunch." May believed her, yet was surprised at the recentness.

She jerked her submerged finger, "Did he fuck your ass then?" Susan nodded, no. "How did John fuck you?"

"The usual... Ouch!" May had moved her free hand up under the loose woolen pullover to grasp a full breast, and tweaked her breast friends thick nipple. She blurted out, "He likes me to suck him then bend over his desk." The bra was roughly pulled to the side, just enough for the nipple to poke out. May experimented with the touch of the rough hard point seconds before she pinched it viciously, knowing the pain would shoot through her best friends body even as her nails bite deeply into the skin.

Susan barely contained the scream and bite her lip instead. "Your a whore Susan!" The larger woman was biting her bottom lip, almost to the point of drawing blood. May had known her friend was not too intelligent, and could see how men could be attracted to her physical beauty as well as her seemingly mental dullness.

There was no longer any plan. Originally, it was just to find out the true behind her husbands infidelity, but her actions had gone way beyond that.
Disgusted at the buxom blonde, as well as her own actions, May rapidly withdrew her finger from the tight anus and quickly retreated back to the couch about the table.

Susan stood for a long while, grasping the counter in her hand, while breathing rapidly. May watched in disgust, that Susan hadn't even corrected her clothing. A white buttock and a pale breast still hung out. Finally, when Susan forced back her sob then began to correct herself, May interrupted. "Come here slut." May had waited until the woman was again composed before speaking, and used a calm forceful voice.

Susan turned about came towards her best friend, but could not look upon her. "On your knees!" This time, she used more force in her voice. Susan did as she commanded. May realized her husband probably used the big-boob blonde very often in this role, she was a natural submissive and had a way about her that man must love to take from her.

May slowly pulled her loose summer skirt up her long thin legs, her knees moving apart. Susan could not look upon her friend, nor did she even glance up at the tanned thighs that she always envied, instead she looked to the floor and began to shiver, though it was not cold. Finally, when the skirt was about the waist and the knees widely spread, May reached between her thighs and pulled the white cotton panty to the side of her crotch, exposing her sex.

"Eat me slut." It was spoken so calmly, so gently that even May was surprised at the power she felt. Yet, she was more surprised when Susan didn't even hesitate before leaning down to press her face against the near-hairless crotch before her. Unseen, a wet hot tongue gently trailed upwards from the anus to the top of her sexual gully and pressure button, her clitoris. Again and again the tongue continued the same path, while taking longer and longer each time at the top of the trail.

Grasping the mane of blonde hair in a single hand, May gasped out in surprise. Surprised that her best friend was following her directives, surprised that the use of "this" power was so easy, surprised that the tongue felt so good. Continuously, the tongue and lips continued to lick and flick gently, causing a delightful response.

May had never before felt the tongue of another woman. A male tongue was a infrequent visitor to that area, yet the expert technique of this woman was obvious. A woman knew how to please a woman. Even one that was coerced into the act.

Seconds became blurred, then turned into minutes. The mouth worked relentlessly until the sexual heat of May's loins became a boiling torrent. The small dark woman held the blond haired head in both hands pulling it inwards, unintentionally attempting to get the face inside her. One leg was placed upon the shoulder of the hard working voluptuous blonde, the other up onto the table.

May lost track of time as her desire exploded with an orgasm. Her body felt the wonderful feeling that radiated from her sex. The orgasm flowed freely, causing a her vagina to act like a fountain. Though May hadn't thought of it then, she would soon realize the orgasm given to her by Susan was better than any that her husband gave her. The biggest contributor to this fact, is the power she held over her friend.

The hazy mind of May began to return. The gentle rock and creak of the sailboat, the light sound of Mozart on the deck, lips on her neck with a body pressed against her. She realized Susan was humping her naked thigh, squatting down over it while pressing her large breasts to May's. The small dark-haired woman took several deep breaths, gaining her strength back. Susan's crotch was bare and was rubbing a six inch length of May's tanned smooth leg, the skirt lifted up and the panties obviously discarded. While she relaxed, the larger woman above her began to pant harshly, her body sweating and wiggling franticly. Susan sighed and clenched as her own orgasm ran through her body and out of her wet cunt.

May pushed the tired woman from her body and onto her knees before her. Most of her anger had been drained from her body by the orgasm she had just experienced, though she had a diabolical plan forming. It was need the subservient help of her slutty friend.

Susan was kneeling between her friends thighs, face to face, breast to breast. The sweaty, vagina juice covered face radiated and shone. May leaned forward, taking the scared tired face between her hands, and licked slowly. Lapping much of the wet skin, May enjoyed the taste and feeling the juices gave her. She realized Susan was surprised, as well as turned on, by the simple action.

When it was finished, several moments later, May said, "Thank you Susan." Her friend had a tear of regret and happiness forming. "I want your promise that you will do as I ask on this trip?"

Looking a little surprised Susan replied with a simple, "Yes." She remembered the strong woman who shoved a finger up her butt. It was not the woman she had been friends with, but a stranger. One that was not totally unappealing.

"Good. Now go get cleaned up. The boys will be down soon." Susan tiredly got up and found her way to the fore cabin. May headed aft to take her own advice, and clean the encounters evidence from her body.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter III

by Caesar (95)

The boat was anchored with a stern line to shore near an islet that May's husband passing referred to as "his" place. The gentle rocking and sway of the ship, as well as the active day, caused a deep drowsiness to dull the wife's senses.

May watched her handsome husband get ready for bed. He had left the door to the head open, as he washed his face in the stainless steel basin. The water cascaded about his day-old beard as well as bead the tanned face that May had always found extremely handsome. Just silently laying there, waiting for her husband, feeling the extreme range of emotions that flushed through her soul was the only thing keeping her awake. May felt a flush of heat to her loins remembering the feel of the tongue between her legs. The same tongue her husband had frequently enjoyed. Perhaps it was the transition of power that caused the vagina to tingle, or the feeling of control over another person that wet the sexual folds of the middle-aged lady.

In any case, the man May loved and hated was also the object of her immediate desire. In a dreamy state, the small woman barely noticed a hand casually cupping and squeezing the mound between her legs. Her own hand lent to the desire that flushed though the woman's body.

Bare chested, John could see his wife's reflection in the mirror as she watched him. The promise that this cruise would help light the marital fires seemed inspired when watching his wife's own hand stroll across her crotch. Bringing Susan had been even more inspired, he thought.

Without a word, John turned off the dull light in the head, leaving only the moonlight through the open ports to light the room. Standing at the foot of the waist high bed, facing his wife, he leisurely took off the rest of his clothing. Both of May's hands were now busy, one at her breast, the other over her sex while her eyes hungrily took in the sight of her handsome husband.

After the last piece of clothing was left upon the floor, John stood straight facing his wife. His left hand finding and cupping his cock. May focused her eyes on this sight and became more aggressive in her own pleasure. The silk jockey's were quickly pulled aside and her fingers found the folds of her own sex wet and ready.

"God you are beautiful babe!" May sighed and her breathing became labored after those words escaped from her husbands mouth. She flicked her clitoris gently side to side as she wondered if those say words were spoken to Susan less than a week ago. "Spread your legs wider baby, let me it all." She followed his directions unconsciously. What would John look like with the thick blond hair of her best friend bobbing up and down before him?

Perhaps John would ask her to suck him before pressing her over the edge of the bed to fuck? Just as he did with the slut sleeping in the fore cabin. May fantasied about Susan's wet warm tongue as it licked and sucked that hard cock her husband loved so much. Thinking these thoughts, and knowing that that relationship was now in her hands, got her very "hot".

Only moments later, John climbed into bed next to his sleepy wife. His strong hands easily removed the loose lingerie that barely covered his wife's sexy body. May felt his kisses as he rolled over above her, his hard cock finding its way to the familiar spot that they had both enjoyed over the years.

John spoke even as he finally entered her, "God! Your so wet!" The cock quickly submerged and ground deep inside the love channel. Without wasting time, nor with any preliminaries, John began a frantic pounding.

Other than breathing heavy, May had yet to make a sound. The quick and rough treatment that her husband was used too with her, seemed to destroy the fantasy that the wife was earlier imagining. Though that was partially her own fault, as their sex life in recent years was less than desirable. While in the last few months, it was almost non-existent.

"So fucking wet!" Again, and again the cock drove deeply into her sex, while the heavy hard body above her grunted and trembled with exertion. May knew her husband could last a long time without some stimulation from her, though the idea repulsed her, she knew it had to be done. It a way, it also allowed her to control the situation, to hold all the cards in this marital bonding.

John was roughly kissing his wife's neck when she whispered into his ear, "God your so hard baby!" She raked one of her clawed hands down his back, leaving a trail from her long nails. "Fuck me babe, fuck me good!" Her tongue flicked his earlobe. "Come on baby, faster." She felt his hands force her knees further back almost to his shoulders. "Put your finger in me...in my bum."

This caused him to loose his rhythm and he pulled up to look into his wife's eyes. She spoke directly at him, "Finger my asshole darling!" It had always been his fantasy as well as a fetish of his, that she usually stopped cold. Anything to do with her bottom hole was off limits, barring that single time her coerced her into doing it. One strong large hand slide down her thigh to roll past her smooth buttock.
Without hesitation a finger suddenly touched the hard muscle of her anus before pressing firmly into her.

There was a slight pain as the finger forced itself into her, but the effect was working. Her husband was grunting with exertion and desire, the finger heightening his enjoyment. May bite her lip from the pain, then began to drive her hips upwards to meet her husbands thrust, both his finger and cock. Effectively she was being fucked in both holes. She knew her husband was close to completion, while she was getting turned off from the whole affair.

To get to the climax of this session, May whispered, "Cum on my ass baby! Let me roll over and shoot on my bum."

John loved to watch his own pearl colored sperm drip upon his wife's skin. A fetish that he was not often able to enjoy. That and the pleasure of his wife's gorgeous bottom was almost too much for the middle-aged man. He passed off this exuberance, on his wife's part, to the effort they both promised before stepping onto the ship.

Quickly he knelt up and watched as his enthusiastic wife rolled and turned to her knees. She quickly positioned herself with her round bottom raised high, giving him the perfect view of her two enjoyable holes.

The first touch May felt, was the return of the thick finger to her anus, but this time John forced it deeply into her. All the way to the knuckle it drove, evidence that her anus was lubricated by her earlier self enjoyment as well as the loosening that John had caused. Again and again, the finger fucked her ass, she controlled the urge to turn about and rake her hubby's eyes with her nails. A few moments latter, she felt him slapping his cock against her taunt buttock, preparing for his release.

This is what John loved, his beautiful wife allowing herself to be pleasured in the method that he wished.
He pumped his cock faster as he felt the familiar tingle deep in his gut, even before the tightening of his balls forewarned him of his release. He wanted to shoot his cum on the breadth of her bum, and even between her cheeks.

The hot sperm fell onto her sweaty skin, and May silently laughed at an idea that was coming to her. As her husband rubbed his softening cock across her bottom, rubbing in his sperm, she knew what she had to do next.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter IV

by Caesar (95)

John felt the hardness between his legs and attempted to orientate himself from his slumber. He was upon his boat, his pride and joy, and had fallen asleep after an enjoyable session of love making with his wife. He realized the hardness was enveloped by warm moistness that could only be a mouth, his wife's mouth. A soft tongue slide along the underside of his cock and over the head. May was working hard to please him, and John realized he was right not to leave her months ago. "Hummmm...!"

The mouth came off him for a second, "Morning darling."

His eyes were not even open yet, but he knew he had slept in from the brightness beyond his eyelids. His desire for his wife rose considerably the more his faculties returned. "Sit on my cock May." It was barely a whisper as his mouth was dry and hoarse.

Again the mouth came up from only a second, "I want you to cum in my mouth." She returned to her work. After years of learning her husbands body, she knew the places to use her tongue to the greatest effect. Or the way he liked his balls to be squeezed. And the sloppy sucking sounds that came from her was music to his ears, she knew. "I love your cock John, I could eat you forever." This and the knowledge that her husband hadn't shot his load into her mouth since the first months of their marriage should be enough of a catalyst to allow her to finish him quickly.

She was right.

John's sperm was soon spurting deep into her mouth while she didn't allow a single drop to escape and swallowed loudly. The orgasm, though smaller than last night, was still powerful enough to exhaust the middle aged man again.

When his cock was flaccid, May crawled upwards and into his strong arms. All the while her hand gently manipulating the soft member. Her cum smelling breath could be felt against John's neck and he moaned pleasantly. "That was wonderful bunny." Bunny, was his pet name for her. "I hope we didn't wake up Susan and Rob?" He smiled, proud of his performance, as well as the events of the last few hours.

"I have something to confess John."

He didn't like the sounds of that, and he froze. Was why she was willing to put out the sexual effort for his pleasure?

"Susan and I made love yesterday." She smiled inwardly, knowing her gamble would work.

John felt his guts turn, then return to normal after hearing the words his wife had spoken. It took a few seconds for him to realize exactly what she said had meant. Then, instead of anger, he felt desire. A mental picture of his pretty wife and his mistress having sex caused his tired cock to jerk in response.
It was like some fantasy, something he never thought could ever happen, yet the thought was certainly enjoyable.

Realizing his wife must be fearful of his response, and had proved her willingness to prove her love to him, he forced his voice to be stern. "How did this happen?"

Even though his voice hinted at anger, May felt her husband's cock twitch from the thoughts running through his head and she knew she had him according to plan. She whispered, "I don't know. I think it was mutual, and it just happened!" She sobbed, "I'm sorry baby! It will never happen again."

Not wanting to push his anger too far, he pulled back some. "Did you enjoy it?" She only sobbed louder as a response, reflecting an affirmative. "Tell me what happened?"

May took a few deep breaths, "We were just talking and I kissed her, as a friend. And before I knew it we were frenching and feeling each other up. She took the initiative and ate me out." His cock began to grow. "I was too tired to do the same and Susan humped my leg until she came too." May hid her face in his shoulder, attempting to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face.

There was silence for many minutes as John considered the words his wife just told him. The more he told himself he should be mad, the more he was turned on by the image of Susan's blonde mane between his wife's thin thighs. His middle aged cock stood proudly at attention, even though it had only released its flood moments before.

John considered what he should do next, how to tell his wife how much the thought of her and Susan fucking turned him on. Yet, she was sobbing against him, and he wanted to use her feelings to better his situation. Her leg had arched up and came down over his torso, and as he thought what to do his wife slowly rolled upon him. He smiled when he figured her guilt was so great she was willing to do anything he wanted, as long as he played his cards right. Perhaps he would even get to fuck her in the ass again. Or a more exciting idea, watch his wife and his mistress lick each other before joining in.

May felt the hardness between her thighs and wiggled expertly downwards to impale herself onto him. This time she desired the hard pole inside her, she was going to enjoy this fuck. Perhaps it was the feeling of power she felt over her husband, and yesterday over Susan, that was bringing on this surge of sexual need. Still hiding her face, while pretending to sob infrequently, May felt the rock hard cock slide deeply into her.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter V

by Caesar (95)

Susan awoke with the sharp pain from her vagina as it was being pierced. Someone had lifted up her nightgown and was now pressing something into her.

Rob held his wife against him as he felt his cock enter her dry hole. Facing sideways, away from him, with her knees lifted up gave him great access to her sex. Usually he was a "on top" kind of guy, a conservative lover who demanded sex whenever he felt in the proper mood. His wife's mood didn't matter. Yet, this morning, he was wakened by the sound from the stern cabin. The sounds of fucking.

He could hear the whimpers and cries of desire from May, as his buddy properly fucked her. There was also a slight rocking to the boat, a regular and too fast to be waves, as the two of them coupled only forty feet away. It was natural that Rob was attracted to the tiny pretty quiet woman, and had always fantasied what it would be like to have her legs wrapped about his waist instead of his wife's.

The buxom blonde was very attractive, yet Rob was tired of her. He felt like a strong, handsome man who deserved a woman, like May. Not the big breasted dumb wife he ended up with.

Susan realized where she was and who she was with. Considering her ongoing affair with John and the recent entanglement with May and her own limited intellect, it was a feat to figure who was behind her while the haze of sleep still controlled her senses.

Anything sexual turned Susan on, and soon even this intrusion excited and lubricated her sex. Which allowed faster and easier penetration by her husband. And though Rob didn't like her to make too much noise, she could not help panting loudly. It was a treat for her to have sex with her husband in any other position other than the classical missionary, and this turned her on.

Yet, what turned her on more is the thoughts running through her head brought on by the sounds of enjoyment in the rear cabin. Her lover was having sex with his wife, the sounds of that coupling easily discernible. And she could bring up the image of May's wet vagina and pussy, that she intimately knew, and of the familiar cock. In her mind, Susan was back there with the two of her friends, watching and waiting for her turn. Her fantasy enabled her cunt to dampen considerably, and even heighten Rob's enjoyment.

Only a few moments after entering his wife, his orgasm exploded from his cock. Which ended his wife's fantasy and enjoyment. "Morning Rob", she whispered, surprised he had lasted as long as he did.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter VI

by Caesar (95)

The weather that morning was perfect to continue sailing, yet turned ugly in the afternoon. The wind went up a few notches as did the sea state. Sailing up the Strait of Georgia, John made the decision to run back to shoreward and find another cove to wait out the weather.

Susan felt the motion of the ship and sat in the rear cockpit, her complexion a little green. May tried to clean up the mess the violent movement of the ship was causing her galley, which was unprepared for a rough sea journey. While Rob tried to help topside as much as possible.

A few hours later the entire ships company sat below decks as May served up the quick meal. The mood was definitely lower, but John was the only one who had enjoyed the rough afternoon. He loved the sea, and the challenges it presented.

Seated at the table, Rob and May on one side, Susan and John at the other. There was little talk, as all were weary from the days activities up to that point.

May had noticed, since sitting down that Rob was consistently staring down at her legs. Wearing shorts that left her long coltish legs easily visible from the same side of the table. She had known of Rob's interest in her since he and her best friend had first met. She also knew about their drab sex-life and his lack of experimental interest. In her present mood, this made him a perfect target.

Sliding her leg over more over the course of the meal, until her tanned thigh rested against his hairy bulk, she noticed his attentions were more focus towards the area beneath the table. His hand had found its way down to his own lap, with the small finger resting against the warm hard skin of her outer thigh. After much of her meal was finished, she simply reached down and placed her small hand over his then pulled towards her.

Rob froze as his hand was pressed down onto May's thigh. He attempted to look calm and at ease but felt himself sweating profusely. His wife, Susan, still looked a bit green and wouldn't notice his reaction. John was studying a detailed coastal map, to get ready for tomorrows sail. Why did she do that, he wondered. Perhaps she was as interested in him as he had always been with her. Maybe John was inadequate in bed, though the sounds from earlier today did not confirm this.

A few seconds after dropping his hand upon her lap, she took her small hand from his. May felt his paw relax before he squeezed, perhaps to test out the waters as her husband would say. He didn't move for several long seconds afterwards before again squeezing. Rob moved his hand upwards towards her knee then back down closer to her hip.

May smiled, men were so predictable. She moved her hand back under the table and placed it directly upon his crotch. Even now, she felt the power from the controlled situation.

Rob froze, the small hand was measuring out his hard cock through his pants. Almost comically, she fumbled with the zipper to his pants, even while he was unsure of the situation and wondered if he should stop her. Before he could even make a decision she felt her warm hand against his hard penis. She forced it from the tight confines of his pants to stand proudly in the open. The small hand began to stroke it up and down with an expertise Rob knew could only be learned through practice. His own hand, momentarily forgotten, didn't hesitate and he moved upwards to cup May's sex over the light clothing.

It was John who caused Rob to jump in surprise, "Perhaps you should go topside and get some air Susan?' She only groaned in agreement, looking nauseous. Sliding out from the table, he stood back to allow Susan out. The sick blonde found her way topside. John stood over his wife and friend, though didn't notice that they both had a hand on the others lap. "I'm going for a smoke. You want to join me Rob?"

"Naw, I'm just going to sit and relax. I ate too much." It was probably true, but wanted to stay for other reasons. John shrugged then found his own way topside after retrieving a cigar from the stern cabin.

The weather was still cool, and to conserve heat and battery power, John closed the hatch after him. Without hesitation May pulled out of Rob's grasp and dropped at the end of the table before crawling inwards.

John watched amazed at the forwardness of the woman, the wanton actions that he would have beaten his wife if she attempted to do the same. Yet, if May wished to act the slut, he would treat her as one. Friend or no friend.

It wasn't a hand that returned to his hard cock, but lips. Waiting, he felt the warm confines of a mouth slowly envelope his penis and move all the way to the base. It then began to retrace it tracks and move backwards up his cock, a warm wet tongue doing swirls and testing the texture of his organ along the route.
It again dropped downwards.

May was going to let the little troll fuck her when John said he was going topside, and leaving the two of them alone. Yet, she wanted to be as bold as possible while still staying in control. Sucking Rob off was the easiest, and quickest if Susan's description of their love play was any indication. His cock as on the short thin side, and easily fit within her mouth.

He grunted and intertwined his hand in her hair. Lips have never touched his cock before, and he never actually desired the attention. Why put your cock in a mouth if there is a warm pussy nearby, he thought. Rob felt the familiar stir in his balls and the warm sperm forcing itself to a climatic ending to his enjoyment. Grabbing May's small head in both hands, he forced her face all the way down, until her nose was pressing against his stomach and his cock was deep inside her mouth before feeling the first jerk of his orgasm.

May felt like he was pulling her hair out by the roots, and could not wait for him to shoot. When the first shot of cum hit deep in her mouth, she was overjoyed. Since it would mean a quick ending to her disgusting plan, one that she was regretting. Why did he have to be such a pig? Why did Susan even marry the guy?

Susan had half her body over the port side, half of supper already coming out of her mouth. She felt positively sick, as only the sea can make one feel. Gasping for breath, she attempted to relax and try to hold the remainder of her food in.

Behind her, she heard someone come topside and close the hatch afterwards. she didn't care who it was. She felt the heave of her abdominal muscles again warn her of the next rush of puke. Even as the substance left her mouth she felt two fingers hook into her shorts. Susan gasped again for breath as the person behind her forced her lower garment to her ankles. It couldn't be Rob, it had to be May or John. Another wave of nausea shot through her body.

The large round bottom looked delightful in the pale moonlight. John ignored his mistress's current predicament and bent down and pulled her cheeks apart, enjoying the sights that were presented. He watched his finger slide into her vagina and smiled at the enjoyment he has had with her cunt over the years. She was completely different from his wife, it was like eating Italian after enjoying Chinese food. John just didn't like to eat one type of meal for too long, he got bored.

Susan wanted to talk but couldn't, the heaves of her stomach and her gasping for breath didn't allow any time or strength to do this. She did smell a cigar and realized it was John behind her, and wished she could be left alone. "Please, I'm sick", she whispered. His finger was experimenting with her sex, though he was being gentle about it, she barely noticed. It was when his finger was replaced by the familiar hardness of his cock that she started to focus her attention back to him.

Holding her hips, he began to fuck her slowly with long even strokes. "May told me you ate her out yesterday." John didn't feel, or hear, any reaction from his mistress's body. Though, even sick, her sex was acting in a familiar way. It was getting wet with the slightest attention. "I want to watch you lick her pussy."

Susan was horrified, May had told her husband. She knew her husband couldn't know, or he would kill her.
But John knew, did he now think she was a lesbian or did he care. He was acting normal. Though she didn't want to think or talk about it right now, the knowledge that John desired her to eat his wife out while he watched, turned her on. Susan enjoyed her encounter with May yesterday, she thought it brought their friendship to a new and exciting level. She also entertained the idea that they may be able to again taste the pleasures of the others body.

She hadn't the energy to acknowledge her lovers suggestions, but attempted to keep what little food down in her stomach. Her sex was enjoying the attentions, almost as if it had a life of its own. Behind her John was laughing to himself as he pounded professionally, as only he was capable of doing, into Susan.

Without climaxing, John pulled his organ from the sick blondes pussy then wiped it partially upon her bare flanks. "Next time I fuck you, it will be after my wife has eaten your cunt." Susan had always enjoyed the submissive roll in her relationships, and the thought of Mays tongue inside her vagina moments before her lovers cock caused a shiver of delight to run through her body. Then another spasm caused her to vomit again into the sea.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter VII

by Caesar (95)

Two days passed as Susan impatiently awaited a summons from either May or John. Two sunny calm days that the four of them enjoyed and relaxed. They drank, ate, and laughed together. Unable to be alone with either of her friends, she attempted to stifle the urges she had by giving her husband a few matrimonial attentions. Yet, even this didn't work. Rob fell into a deep sleep every evening, almost as if he was tired out from some exertion. Susan was left with only her hand, which she used a few times while locked up in the minuscule bathroom.

May never gave any indication that anything went on between them. Though John would give her a wink or a quick pat on the bottom to remind her that she was his. Perhaps she had read too much into the statements her two lovers spoke? Maybe John did not mean to have her join him and his wife, at least on this trip? That would make the most sense, especially since Rob was constantly about.

So, horny as well as impatient, Susan wrote a short note to May. Telling her that she loved her more now than ever before, and hopped they had another chance to "talk". Nothing was returned, either written or verbal, to Susan's disappointment.

As a desperate measure of some recognition of their last meeting, and to tell her best friend that she was not mad or embarrassed from their coupling, Susan left May a pair of her expensive panties tied up in two short cords. It was something that had worked on John months ago, when he hadn't the time to give to his mistress. This was a way to telling the recipient, that she was a sex slave to fulfill the wishes of her lover. And the longer she waited the more desperate she became.

In the last two days she had noticed the sounds of coupling coming from the main bedroom in the rear of the sailboat at least five times. Rob ignored it, but she could not help but feel envy and horny all at the same time. She hadn't stopped to think about the current situation, that it was strange May and John were having such great sex just after she found out her husband was cheating.

Finally, a chance came when Susan could be alone with her two friends. All four of them swam to the shoreline and baked for an hour in the sun. It was Rob that wanted to return to the ship and relax. He asked if anyone wanted to join him, while looking at May, but John told him to go back and relax. The three of them would walk about the tiny island and explore.

Susan's heart raced as she watch Rob climb out to of the water and onto the sloop's stern. She was alone with her two friends, finally. "Why don't we go up to the top of that hill", John pointed upwards to a virtual cliff overlooking the cove and the ship.

May led the way, with Susan not far behind. This allowed John to contemplate and enjoy the two rear sides of the attractive ladies. And it was not beyond Susan to notice May's small hard buttock's before her.

Thirty minutes of climbing the tree covered hill left the three of them tired and sweaty. So when they finally reached the summit and came to a overhanging rock ledge that afforded an extensive and attractive view for several miles about, they took a few moments to catch their breath. May was the best physical shape than the rest, and didn't need as long to catch her breath. Susan took the longest.

John came over and put his arm about Susan's waist and spoke silently, "Help May with her bikini." It was the command the buxom blonde had been waiting for.

May was wearing a orange two-piece skimpy bikini and didn't hinder the sight of her thin attractive body. When Susan came over and quickly pulled the slip-knot holding the top on, she jumped and whirled about. She didn't even look at the sweaty blonde next to her, but instead at her husband. After a deep breath she allowed the top to drop to the ground giving the other two a perfect view of her breasts. She smiled at her husband and ignored Susan.

"Use your teeth on her bottoms." Commanded John.

Susan quickly, but gently knelt upon the moss before her best friend and didn't even hesitate to lean forward and grip the edge of the cloth between her teeth. She pulled downwards with her head. The fabric pulled over the swell of her hips and then easily downwards to the woman's small feet.

After stepping out of her last garment, May placed a hand on her friends shoulder then knelt down facing the blonde's pretty face. She bent forward and passionately kissed her friend.

It was what Susan had fantasied and wished for, during the last few days. The tongue that followed the kiss, explored and duelled inside her mouth. She barely noticed the feather touch as the top of her one piece bathing suit was pulled down over here large sensitive tits. Her best friend grasped her mane of blonde hair and roughly guided her face down to the swell of her own bosoms. Susan sucked on the little hard nipple while May moaned with delight. The tiny hand continued downwards and forced the remainder of the black bathing suit off her body.

Profiling the two naked ladies, was John as he stood witness of the delight sight before him. His wife, May, had taken the initiative and was moving Susan's mouth alternately to her breasts. He watched with pure delight as his wife pushed the large blonde woman down upon the mossy ground and lay over her. The two ladies pressed their sex together and ground delightfully to stimulate their clitoris while the two mouths returned to their sloppy kissing.

May felt the sweaty pale skin stick to her own as she rotated her hips. This was all to give her husband a good show, not for her own enjoyment. If it was she would start the foreplay by pushing John off the cliff then have Susan eat her out. She will just have to enjoy what she can.

After several moments of laying face to face, May sat up suddenly and smiled down at her female partner. She rotated and straddled Susan's pretty face with her knees. Then she lowered her body upon the mouth that was open and waiting, her damp sex ready for the comfort of the hungry tongue.

May was sitting astride Susan's face, and by the noises she was making the tongue was doing a fine job. John could not wait much longer and pulled off his trunks, his cock rock hard. Taking a few steps foreword, he stood over the two ladies. Guiding his wife's face towards him, "Say ah", he warned her as he pressed forward putting his cock into her mouth.

Susan could not see what was going on above her, yet could hear the sucking sounds as well as John's verbal commands. He was always a verbal lover. She had never felt so horny and used one hand between her own legs while the other was enjoying May's taunt tit. Knowing what she enjoyed, Susan constantly used her tongue in the most sensitive of places, the clitoris. It seemed to work, since May was practically drowning her friend in her love juices.

As John was slamming his cock into her mouth and Susan flicked her love button, May attempted to force herself to stay aware, not to lose control, nor allow herself to enjoy this situation too much. She just tried to remember who she was with, and how much they had hurt her in the last few months.

"You suck cock great bunny!" John did not want to cum already, and pulled from her wife's hungry mouth.
He pushed her faced downwards towards Susan's feet, "Get down there and suck on that pussy." May calmly lay down upon the larger woman, with her face between those shapely thighs.

Susan moved her hand away from her sloppy wet sex, when she felt the tongue upon her sensitive folds. This was heaven to the simple-minded blonde. Yet it wasn't finished, above her, someone else was straddling her face. It was John, of course, and he aimed his cock towards his wife's raised bottom and pressed forwards sinking his rock hard cock into her wet pussy. From below, Susan could see everything, and was delighted to have such a fine seat. Never before had she seen someone fuck from this close before. "Lick my balls Susan", commanded John. She complied.

May could not help it, her excitement level rose and her awareness dropped. She could not concentrate on anything else but the aromatic cunt before her and her own wet cunt. Both of which were getting a workout. Behind her, John pounded his cock deep into his wife's vagina. While from below, a tongue often found its way to May's clitoris. And from above her, an unknown finger had entered her anus and attempted to widen the normally tight passage.

He could not believe the sight of his wife, she was totally a different person. A different fuck. She could not control the gasps for breath or the little screams enough to lick her best friends pussy. Instead she was pressing the side of her sweaty face into the meaty thigh while using two fingers to fuck the sloppy wet blonde cunt inches from her lips. John fingered his wife's asshole amazed with his luck, as well as the pleasure all three seemed to be having. The tongue that massaged his balls and the underside of his cock felt like heaven.

John loved his wife more at that moment than ever before.

It was May that reached an orgasm first, her body convulsing uncontrollably above her best friend until she lay near-comatose on her warm soft skin.

John viewed the sight of his wife as she shivered, screamed, then collapsed from her strong orgasm. He pulled his still hard cock from her furnace of desire an pointed it downwards to the pretty inviting lips below. Susan easily accommodated the thick organ.

Susan gently rolled her best friend from her body and spun herself about to her knees. She sucked hungrily at the cock, while also savoring May's flavor upon the hard skin. A few feet from her see realized, her best friend was laying upon her side watching her suck off her husband. Mistaking the fire in the gaze, Susan worked even harder on the organ in her mouth, attempting to give a good showing.

His mistress was one of the best cock suckers that has ever wrapped lips about his fuck-stick, today was no different. His own orgasm was fast approaching, but he didn't want to deposit his load within Susan's mouth. Instead, he pulled his cock out of the warm confines and spoke quickly, "Go over to May and lay with her. I'm gonna cum!" She quickly crawled over.

The buxom blonde felt her own orgasm approaching even when May's fingers returned to her sexual folds. May was laying upon her back looking up, while Susan lay partially on her front and side, over the top of her best friend. Above the both of them, John stood with her legs straddling the two faces which looked up to watch him stroke his own cock. Both knew what was approaching, Susan could hardly wait while May dreaded the next few moments.

The first blast of pearl colored cum shot out and landed upon Susan's huge pale breast. That set off the blondes own long-awaited orgasm upon her friends expert fingers. The next few drops of life-giving-juice landed directly upon both of the ladies faces. Even in her orgasm, Susan attempted to catch the falling drops with her open mouth and expert tongue. Yet was more successful in catching the thick liquid after it had fallen, by licking it from her best friend's face.

May closed her eyes and endured the loss of dignity and degradation from being on the receiving end of a cum facial. It only lasted a few seconds before her husband lay upon the moss exhausted from the ordeal. Susan continued to use her tongue upon May's face and mouth, attempting to share the male tribute with her.

The tiny woman disengaged from her friends smothering sweaty body and retrieved her bikini. Wanting to leave that secluded forest and get back to the ship, she still wanted to follow through with her plan. May walked over to her husband and bent over to give his slimy shriveled up cock a quick suck before placing her lips next to his ear, "I would like to watch you fuck her", meaning Susan, "in the ass next time. Just the thought of it gets me so hot!"

She walked back to the tired blonde even while her husband smiled at the wishes of his sexy wife. May whipped a finger across the blondes face to collect the cum deposited there, she then reached down and inserted the finger into the woman's vagina. "Next time I want to be on the bottom." Bending over to whisper into her ear, "I love you Susan! I have always loved you." She gently kissed the surprised face. "Please don't hurt me like that again." Both knew she was referring to the affair with John, and a tear came to the blondes eyes.

May turned about and walked away, the seeds of dissent planted. She could hardly wait for the sea to cleanse the remains of her husband from her skin. Her hatred heightened by the actions she just partook in during the last hour.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter VIII

by Caesar (95)

May wanted a climax to her hatred. She wanted revenge upon her husband and his mistress. Yet, she was having second thoughts when a fatal moment of her plan came upon her. A moment when she could not stop the events that she had started, events that she had no final outcome.

Rob sweated and grunted between her spread legs, his cock as deep as his four incher would go inside her womanly folds. Holding her slim ankles in his meaty paws, he used her legs like a bicycle handle as he copulated with her. May had her bikini bottoms about one thigh and a tee-shirt on her top, Rob had no interest in her small firm breasts just with sticking his cock inside her.

May lay upon the table, her legs pointed up in the air, with her buttocks almost all the way off the edge. John stood before her, holding onto her legs and slamming into her sex repetitively. The middle-aged woman closed her eyes and attempted to clench her vaginal muscles, to better stimulate the cock and hence to shorten this coupling. And Rob did not disappoint her, as Susan once related, he finished with a single grunt and a sharp jab then collapsed as his orgasm drained the overweight male of his energy.

This was the part that May was still not sure of, if she should continue with what she had planned. Rob had collapsed onto her tiny body, crushing her to the hard tabletop, his harsh hot breath against her neck.
Somehow May's body started her plan in motion, even while she had not resolved herself to her task.

May began to cry.

"My god, did I hurt you?" Rob sat up looking down at the beautiful tanned woman that he had just possessed. She nodded no to his question. He looked like the answer had come to him and with his reasoning clouded with lust, he figured her sobs were due to guilt from sleeping with him.

"Its John and Susan." She finally got out even as Rob zippered his cock up in his Bermuda shorts.

That froze him. His wife and his friend? "What about John and Sue?"

"I caught them back at the island at the top of the hill..." She turned onto her side, seemingly ashamed. After a few tormenting seconds and just before Rob spoke up to demand more info she continued, "She was sucking his cock."

His first reaction, "Impossible!" Yet he did have his doubts, though he would never voice them to this "slut".

"John had said, 'When we get to the next island I'm going to fuck you in that tight asshole of yours Susan.'" She allowed her body to wrack with sobs. "He pulled out and shot his cum all over her face and boobs. She looked like she loved every drop of it!" Silence. "I don't know what to do?!"

Rob felt the fury and anger rise up within him, and this controlled his thoughts and he "knew" what he was hearing was true. "I'll tell you what I'll do..." Rob turned and was about to storm up the ladder to the cockpit to confront his wife and John when May cried out.

"Wait." She sat up, conscious that she had nothing covering from her waist down. Whipping tears from her eyes, she changed her mood. To anger. "Wait til they are together Rob. Then we will both know and I'll have a witness for the divorce." She almost growled, "I'm even going to get this boat." She knew he wanted to rush up there and beat the truth out of his sunbathing wife, and probably to do the same to John. But, May was counting on his harsh temper to explode at the right moment - catching his wife getting fucked would be right. "I will come get you the next time they are alone together. Alright?"

He stood there looking up at the hatch, and either of them knew what he was about to do. If his animal instinct to rush up on deck would win out, or to bottle his emotions up and allow them to come out at the right moment. Just as May planned, though what happened when he did loose his temper was beyond her control.

Rob just stood there and nodded in agreement. May just won another round.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter IX

by Caesar (95)

May felt warm moist lips pressing against her own. Her slumber interrupted, the woman realized someone had stripped the thick quilt from her body was laying next to her upon the stern cabin bed. She could feel a larger soft frame pressing against her own, and May knew it could only be her friend Susan.

The kiss slowly became hungry with passion, and a hand began to stroll about the tiny hard-bodied woman. May relaxed and took her time before she actively returned the kiss. Fingers strolled through her dark sparse bush seeking, and finding, her vaginal valley. Expertly those same fingers lightly trailed from the top of that valley all the way down to the aperture at the bottom, before trailing back upwards.

It was still the middle of the night and the darkness hide the two ladies, yet May could "feel" the presence of her husband still in bed with her. Reaching over, she sought out and found his soft cock beneath the covers even while tongue dueling with the buxom bisexual next to her.

John felt his cock being manipulated as well as its natural response. Susan was making out with his wife. At first he could smell the familiar sent of his mistress then hear the wet kissing of the two mouths. And when he opened his eyes, the pale moonlight through the round port highlighting them erotically. With a smile he sat up and reached for the reading light above the headboard.

May could feel the disappointment of the blond woman in her arms when the light filled the small cabin. John had wakened and desired to join-in the enjoyment that he had first partaken in only a few days before.
"This is a delightful surprise!" She heard him say happily even while her hand continued to manipulate and stir his senses.

Susan had never felt so horny, so hot, so wet. Due all to her best friend May. It had been a few days since they had coupled and the voluptuous blonde had not thought of anything else, but having more time alone with her beautiful friend. When the light went on, she winced at the sudden brightness as well as the knowledge that May and her could not be alone in this encounter either. John would join them and her attention could not be focused on her newest love, the tiny brunette who's small breast she now fondled.
In fact, John's strong paw began feeling the large round contours of her bottom.

"Come here darling", May hoarsely whispered to her husband. She then began to earnestly work upon her friend and submissive, attempting to get the woman extremely excited for what she had planned. John lay opposite her, with Susan in the middle, helping May accomplish her task. Susan had been excited before crawling into bed, yet with two lips and four hands upon her sensitive skin she was soon groaning and gasping for pleasure.

His hardness throbbed with anticipation and excitement and his lips kissed the exposed neck. John felt his wife's hand grasp his own and guide it to Susan's generous bottom. She pressed his fingers downwards between the twin globes and even pressed the tips against the hard muscle of her anus. John smiled hugely at his wife's words days before. He would fuck both pretty bottoms before the night was out, John promised himself.

May slide off the bed and from Susan's grasping hands. Without guidance, John smiled up at his wife and pressed the buxom blonde to her stomach. "Don't leave me...May!?" He then lifted her up from the waist so she now rested upon her knees and shoulders, her large round bottom raised high in the air. Susan mewed with desire and need while John ignored her.

"You want me screw her in the ass don't you?" May nodded, attempting to put an anxious face on. "It turns you on to see me fuck Susan's big ass doesn't it?"

She forced herself to smile, but could only feel revulsion. "I can't wait! Hurry dear." She knelt next to him, both her hands clawing at her own sex, as she stimulated high sexual heat.

"You will have to do two things for me May." He paused but didn't wait for her to answer. "You will have to get this pretty bum ready for me, and after I'm finished I get to fuck your asshole while Susan watches?"

May balked at the idea, yet if her plan worked John would not have the chance to get near her tight sensitive bottom. As an answer, she simply smiled then crawled about the bed to kneel behind her best friend.

Susan groaned with delight when she realized the hands parting her bottom were her newest love and not John's. In fact, when the tongue speared into her vagina, Susan had a delightful orgasm against the pretty face behind her. The amount of juices flowing from Susan's sex were bountiful, and flowed freely down the inside of the meaty thighs. May lapped it up hungrily, feeling her own desire mount as she enjoyed working upon the flowered vagina before her. Only after the blonde had obviously had an orgasm, did May begin to tongue the small anal opening. Between the vaginal juices and saliva, her tongue could easily press into the tight opening that was now lubricated.

John could stand it no longer and pulled his wife's face from the wide spread buttocks. He even missed the desirable face change to hatred after he did this, then a smile again reappeared. Pointing his manhood down at the wet opening, that seemed to wink to him, he pressed forwards sinking his penis into the familiar asshole.

Watching his wife hungrily lick the attractive blonde pussy, had worked him up to a burning passion. John drove hard into the small anus, and though Susan had felt his cock inside her bottom before, this time was brutal and she screamed out.

Unknown to either of John or Susan, May had slid off the bed and quickly opened the cabin door a few inches. Now any sound can easily carry back to the fore cabin and to Rob. May pray, he woke quickly and ended this disgusting spectacle. John startled her, "Come over here dear."

John could see his attractive wife, standing off to the side with both of her hands frantically masturbating. She did get off on this, he thought. He loved her more at that moment than ever before, especially since he could not distinguish love from lust.

The tiny woman climbed upon the bed and knelt beside Susan, her bottom also raised high in the air. She felt her husbands hands fumble with her outer vaginal lips, which were wet still from Susan's earlier attentions. The buxom blonde sought out her lips and they kissed sloppily, and with much noise on May's part. Susan's noise was mostly from the sounds of skin slapping upon skin and her frequent grunts, partially pain part pleasure. The blonde was starting to enjoy this evenings encounter.

Two fingers entered May's wet hole, her husband did not waste any time with preliminaries, and coated his fingers with her juices. After a few strokes he pulled them from her vagina and pressed them against her anus. They entered very reluctantly.

May held back tears, as she realized she may have to deliver what she had promised her husband. Something she never thought she would have to do again. She could feel him move about behind the two ladies and position himself directly behind her. The cock replaced the thick fingers. The head was the toughest, the aperture was not yet stretched enough to accommodate such a thick intrusion.

John did not care. He lunged into his wife's bottom and did not even hear the scream that escaped her lips. He did see Susan move about so lay spread before Mays face, her wet sex practically pulsating and flowing with juices.

The docile Susan could not contain herself and grasped her best friends face in both her hands and pressed May to her wet pussy, the mouth immediately coming in contact with the enlarged clitoris. She did notice, in her enjoyment, that her love had a look of pain upon her face and not pleasure as she would have expected. So lost in her own sexual bliss she did not notice anything about her.

John felt the familiar tingling in his balls and actually debated where he would deposit his load. Yet, the extremely tight confines of his wife's asshole practically held him in a vice and just the thought of shooting off inside her bum caused his cock to jerk with excitement. Watching his wife eat out his mistress at the same time as simply too much for the man and felt the initial jerks of his orgasm beginning.

May groaned out, thankful of her husbands orgasm as she felt the thick blasts of hot sperm deep in her bowels. Absentmindedly she continued to lick and suck upon the clitoris before her, knowing that Susan was having another orgasm her fourth for this evening. While her bottom felt raw, ripped, and very painful.

The first time she had let him fuck her in the ass, he was gentle and she had not wanted to try the experience again because of the pain. Yet, this time, with little preparation and no gentleness at all, May knew she would be sore for days to come. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized her plan didn't work, Rob had not investigated the noise and found his wife with John.

The considerably smaller cock easily disengaged itself from the enlarged anus. John sat back and watched his wife continue to pleasure Susan with her mouth and lips. The juices of his mistress coating his wife's face. Reaching across, he played with Susan's large breast and nipple, though he doubt she even noticed.

That was when John noticed movement by the door. Hadn't it been closed, he thought. The cabin door was open about a foot, and standing in the opening was Rob.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter X

by Caesar (95)

She wasn't sure what had woke her up, the storm or the shouting above deck. It was almost morning, and pale red light was coming into the main stern cabin to reveal the place of the obscene spectacle only a few hours before. Susan lay with her head on May's shoulder, her body cuddling the smaller one possessively. John was not in the cabin at all.

It was obvious he was one of the voices shouting topside. Rob was the other.

May could remember what happened after her husband orgasmed inside her bottom. He went to wash in the private head and when he returned asked both ladies to "mount" him. Susan climbed tiredly upon the raised cock while May simply lowered her sex to her husbands ineffective mouth. It was strange, she thought, how they often changed positions. John had to have both women in almost every position imaginable, especially Susan. To finish, he shot his load between those large twin globes while May held them together for her husband to stroke his cock between. Then the two ladies were left alone and they were able to fall asleep in each others arms. Neither had orgasmed from John's attentions this time.

"...Don't tell me you never noticed?!" Shouted John.
Something fell upon the deck above, then the deep voice of Rob could heard, swearing.

May felt a perverse pleasure from the planned encounter on deck. Slowly she pulled from beneath her bisexual best friend and quickly pulled a tee-shirt and shorts on.

"By god! Ready that line, you bastard!" The sailing ship tilted to starboard as it was obvious John was attempting to maneuver the ship into the wind. The loud snap of the canvas sail drowned out even the howl of the cold northern wind. John must be looking for a better anchorage to wait out the storm that had brewed all night.

The middle-aged woman, and manipulator, exited her cabin and headed for the main ladder. The voices could be more easily heard even through the closed hatch. Footing was unsure, as May fell onto her hip as a large wave caught the ship and pushed away from the Captain's intended course. Magazines fell upon her head as she caught her breath.

At that moment, May wasn't sure if all her planning and fantasies were properly suited to the punishment.
John had cheated on her, and their marriage has been near-loveless these last few years; yet was that any reason to plan to have him beaten, or killed. In other words, May as having second thoughts.

"Fucking asshole!" Another thunk and the ship lurched suddenly. "I'll..you!" The wind hide several words, as Rob shouted out his displeasure.

May again found the ladder and attempted to climb up, the violent seas and ship making her footing treacherous. The hatch opened easily, but a large splash of cold salty water met her in the face.

"The ship you bastard!" Footsteps, two sets, ran to the bow.

May's first reaction to the seen above deck, was of turbulent seas and howling wind. Her eyes immediately stung as the salt forced her tears out. Her body felt immediately wet and cold, as the water soaked her thin layer of clothing to her tiny body. The next was the rolling wheel of in the empty cockpit. John had been right, the ship, and hence its crew, where in trouble.

"Fucking wife-stealer, I'm going to kill you!" She turned in time to see Rob swing a long oar and knock her struggling husband to the deck. John was dressed in bright orange all-weather gear while Rob was simply in shorts with his large naked belly open to the weather. Again the oar fell upon her husband.

Even in his dire circumstances, John shouted back at his wife, whom he noticed come on deck. "The wheel May!" The oar fell again, yet his main thoughts were for the ship. "Ride the wind!" Scrabbling, May jumped for the proper positioning in the cockpit, her desire to watch the fight overcome by self-preservation. Her tiny hands grabbed at the stainless steel wheel, and began to fight with the wind, ship, and sails.

She began to focus entirely on the wind and ship, her strong hands moving the wheel in the proper direction. May barely noticed a tee-shirt clad Susan clenching to her arm, unknowingly helping her by simply using her weight.

Several minutes went by, and though the storm seemed to become more violent and destructive, May's efforts paid off. The ship was practically jumping the waves as the wind forced it forward.

The two ladies looked up at the men, the wind and sails making it impossible to hear anything. Somehow John had gotten away from his enraged friend, they scrambled about the main mast with Rob again chasing May's husband. Even as they watched, John reached down at rope that must have come loose in the gale. He waited for Rob to advance, a broken oak oar handle up and ready to swing. John pulled with both hands, using all his strength. The rope lifted and was enough to unbalance the large pot-bellied man, the next swing of the ship threw him backwards completely uncontrol.

Over two-hundred pounds fell backwards, and all three witnessed the hairy shouting man fall into the turbulent sea. Before anyone would even have thought about a rescue, Rob disappeared to stern. Lost from sight by the high sea state and speed of the sailboat.

John looked to the stern at the two women, astonishment and shock easily seen on his face by both ladies. All three knew the fat man was lost, for good. And no one spoke or moved for several moments, only May had to work to keep the small craft stable in the heavy sea, her mind frozen by the actions about her.

She saw her husband carefully scrabble to his feet, the area about the mast was incredibly dangerous, and slowly made his way back to the stern of the boat and to the safety of the cockpit. He was only a few feet from entering safety when May reacted, almost without thinking. Only her emotions charged her body to act.

Feeling the way the wind wanted to push the tiny craft, May suddenly forced the wheel in that direction. The craft suddenly tilted and came about, the sail snapped and tore with the wind and the craft felt a large wave hit to the flank. The effect worked perfectly and John suddenly lurched from his foothold and flew upwards and outwards. The sea easily swallowing him up as it had Rob.

Susan screamed out Johns name, and rushed to the edge of the ship to look into the dark unfriendly water. May felt tears rush down her cheeks, unnoticeable with the salt water coating her body, as she fought to bring the ship back to safe course.

The two ladies didn't say another word until a safe anchorage was found.

Sailing We Will Go - Chapter XI

by Caesar (95)

Again May felt the familiar warm skin of Susan laying next to her. Even before she opened her eyes, she remembered it all. John and Rob. The storm. Susan's tears.

Strength ran through the small attractive body. May had accomplished what she had set out to do, from the beginning of this cruise. Her husband could never again bother her, cheat on her, lie to her, or use her like a whore. She would be able to spend all the money John spent years earning anyway she wanted. And this ship, something she hated since he spent more time with it than his own wife, she loved it for saving her life. Both from the storm and from years of marriage.

May realized she would have to contact the Coastguard, and a search would follow. Nothing would be found, she had read enough news reports to realize it was impossible to find the body let alone save a overboard sailor. She would use the radio as soon as she got up.

As for Rob, May could care less.

It was Susan, that she had no idea what to do with. Nothing was planned after her husbands punishment. Susan had screwed John many times, as the submissive slut she really was. Yet, did she realize, that May had purposely turned that wheel to force her husband overboard? Perhaps if Rob had lived, he would have punished the voluptuous blonde enough just by continuing the abusive marriage that had lived?

May knew that answer, or rather she allowed her emotions to answer.

The tiny darkly tanned woman rolled over, taking Susan with her. She found the blond's mouth and forced her tongue into it, her tiny hard breasts pressing firmly into the soft warm ones below, the sexual mound pressed downwards again into the others.

Susan could not help but awake, her groaned out in pleasure even while her eyes began to water. She remembered. May began to rotate her hips, grinding the two clitoris's delightfully. Even in her grief the attractive blonde began to react.

May whispered into Susan's ear, "You are going to come and live with me Susan." They both sighed in sexual heat and enjoyment. "I love you."

"I love you May." Susan meant it, and though she hadn't thought about it yet, she had no where else to live. Her husband had been less than prepared for death.

May had lost a husband and found a slave.

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