Sue rocked slowly in one of the big, high-backed rocking chairs on the clubhouse porch. In the deep shade of the porch, the warm day was bearable in spite of the fact that the breeze had died. She stared pensively out over the harbor at its clusters of sailboats and power craft. Jerry, out sailing with Cherry, was out of sight around the point. He had probably been near the middle of the sound when the wind died. He would be stuck out there for hours.
Sue wished she could somehow overcome her seasickness. The only seasick pills that worked made her so drowsy that she always promptly fell asleep. So, she watched from the porch. After her encounters with the lifeguards, she was not about to return to the pool.
"Good morning, Sue."
Sue jumped, startled out of her reverie. "Oh, Mr. Caldwell, good morning," she greeted the distinguished-looking man politely.
"Please, not Mr. Caldwell," he said gently. "My name is William. But if you don't call me 'Bill', I'll be driven to drink."
Sue smiled, charmed by his easy grin. "Okay, Bill, I wouldn't want your bar tab to get high on my account." She studied him admiringly. Even allowing for exaggeration, Wild Bill Caldwell's rumored wealth was impressive. He looked the part of the wealthy yachtsman. He habitually wore white trousers and a blue captain's jacket, with gold braid on the sleeves. His handsome face was tanned and wind burned, making his white handlebar mustache seem even whiter, his silver hair even more silvery. He was twice divorced, and devilishly handsome.
He could pick and choose among the women in town, and he did. But he was discreet. There were rumors of what went on aboard his yacht, but only rumors. Which, naturally, increased his attractiveness to women.
"Where's Jerry? Working?" Bill asked, crossing one leg over the other and rocking slowly.
"Playing hooky," Sue answered. "He's out there somewhere, becalmed as usual."
"I keep telling him he should get a motor boat," Bill noted. "You still get seasick?"
"Like a dog," Sue admitted. "You know Jerry will never join the ranks of the stink potters."
"You wouldn't get seasick aboard a boat like mine."
"I can get seasick in a bathtub," Sue snorted.
"Want to bet?"
Sue felt very sure of herself on such a bet. "Name your price," she said recklessly.
Bill stroked his mustache thoughtfully. "I'll bet you a bottle of champagne that if you come out with me, right now, you will not get seasick."
"Agreed," Sue said confidently. "Only you have to promise not to leave the harbor, so I can make a quick retreat when I start to turn green."
"A deal," he agreed quickly. He got up and extended one hard, tanned hand for her to shake. He used his grip on her to help her up out of her rocking chair.
Sue's spirits had been lifted by Wild Bill's interest in her. She felt a little reckless as she hurried to the dock with him. "Merci, Monsieur," she said as he helped her into the twenty-foot launch the club maintained. Deftly, the launch pilot steered through the clutter of boats in the harbor. He had barely glanced at them, had not bothered to ask their destination.
"Don't rock the boat, George," Bill cautioned. "I've got a bet on with the lady and I don't want to lose a bottle of champagne."
"Yessir," the pilot agreed, steadying the launch beside the Persephone, Caldwell's luxurious yacht.
Sue let herself be boosted aboard, then waited for her host to join her. "We'll honk if we need you," Caldwell informed George. "And if it's within the next half-hour, come quickly. It'll mean I lost my bet."
"Yessir," the pilot agreed. The launch pulled smoothly away from the big yacht.
"Come on," Bill ordered, leading the way toward the cabin.
Sue was feeling wary, but about her tendency toward seasickness, not about her host. "I think I'd be better off staying out here on deck, in the fresh air," she suggested.
"Piffle!" Bill snorted. "The cabin is air-conditioned, in the first place. And, in the second place, that's where the refreshments are, and in the third place, the seats are more comfortable."
Dubiously, Sue followed him. He unlocked the door and ushered her into a beautiful, wood paneled room. The fittings, brass and chrome, were brightly polished. The Oriental rug had a deep, rich pile.
"Please stay at the mooring," Sue called when she saw Bill head toward the controls at the end of the luxurious room.
Bill didn't touch the big spoked wheel or any of the levers, just flipped a small toggle switch. "Just starting the generator for the air-conditioning," he explained. "And then for some bubbly."
"Champagne? But I haven't won the bet yet."
"Nor will you," he retorted. "This is on the house."
"But it's only eleven o'clock in the morning," Sue protested. "And besides, champagne will make it even more likely I'll get sick."
"It's seven bells, nautical time. And in London, the sun is over the yardarm. Perfect time for champagne." He began opening the bottle he had produced from a concealed refrigerator. "And, if it does make you sick, you win your bet. Okay?"
Sue nodded dubiously, taking the stemmed glass of bubbling golden liquid from him. When she sipped it, bubbles went up her nose and made her sneeze.
"Gesendheit." Bill raised his glass. "A toast, to your continued good health!"
Sue found herself already needing a refill. "Is there any time limit on the bet?" she asked.
Bill slid over closer to her on the richly padded bench and refilled her glass. "I think we'll know when the time is up," he answered.
"This is really amazing," she gushed. "I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was just in a very elegant apartment or something."
"You would grace any setting," Bill murmured smoothly. "Like a fine jewel cannot but improve the mast pedestrian of settings."
"Oh, Bill," Sue giggled, giddy. "I'll bet you say that to all tie girls."
"Women," Bill corrected, "and only to those who are truly deserving."
Sue felt warm, in spite of the air-conditioning. Bill's finger trailed a tickling, exciting line down the side of her throat, making her twist her head nervously. For a moment, she debated retreating from his suggestive touch but it felt so good. And Bill was, after all, a good friend of Jerry's, so what could possibly happen? She drained her glass.
"Is there any more of that delicious beverage?" she asked foggily.
"Not afraid of getting seasick?" Bill asked.
"Just trying to win my bet," she said, congratulating herself on her clever answer.
"Then I don't think I better let you have any more."
Sue snuggled against him, under his arm. "Awww," she protested softly, her head spinning delectably.
"Do you know," Bill said softly, "that I have always admired your eyes?"
"My eyes?" Sue gurgled, strangely pleased. She looked at him, and blinked theatrically.
"Such a perfect shade of green," he said, stroking her cheek softly. "Like emeralds."
"Yours are very blue," Sue announced. "I didn't know your eyes were so blue. Like-like…"
"Sapphires?" Bill suggested.
"Uhm-hmmmm." Sue's answer trailed off in a purr of surprise and pleasure as Bill leaned forward and kissed her lips, softly. The kiss was incredibly exciting. Her pulse raced.
She moved away until he placed his arm behind her shoulders and stopped her. "Oh, my," she sighed, boiling and just a little afraid.
Bill kissed her again, and her fear was blotted out by a volcanic blast of passion. As she kissed him back, her body melted and sagged against him. His tongue pried between her lips and she tasted champagne and tobacco. Her excitement boiled up and up and up as his tongue explored her mouth, an insolent, intimate probe that made her head swim.
Suddenly aware of what she was doing, Sue stiffened, pushed away and broke the kiss. "Hey! Wow! That was a bit much! Don't you think?"
Bill simply smiled, and moved in on her. "Hardly enough yet, don't you think?"
Suddenly aware again of where she was, who she was with, what she was doing, Sue twisted out of his grasp and lurched to her feet, staggering slightly. "Why don't you show me the rest of your ship?" she asked, hoping to distract him.
If he was distressed by her escape, it didn't show. "By all means, but really, it's only a boat. It isn't large enough to be called a ship."
"Big enough for me," Sue countered. "What's down here?" She indicated a flight of narrow steps.
"Go ahead," he urged. "The galley, the staterooms and the heads."
Sue went down the four steep steps carefully. She was in a narrow passageway. It widened out and on the right was a compact kitchen. "That's the galley?" she asked, unsure of her nautical terminology. "What are the heads?"
"Bathrooms," Bill said drily.
"Oh." Feeling foolish, Sue whirled to head back tip to the main cabin. She had decided it was too risky to look at the staterooms. Staterooms had beds.
She ran headlong into her host, and suddenly his arms were around her again, and she was being kissed, and her good intentions were dissolving in a haze of passion. Summoning her last bit of will power, she shoved Bill away and slipped past him. "I think I feel better up in the cabin," she explained awkwardly.
"Not getting seasick, are you?" Bill asked, concerned.
"No! I mean, yes," Sue lied. "I mean, well, not really. It's just-just…"
"You're more comfortable up there," Bill filled in for her, following her up the steps. "How about a little more champagne? There's still some in the bottle."
Sue was fighting down her waves of desire. "I don't think so."
Bill was already handing her the glass. "It'll just go flat if we don't finish it off."
"Oh, all right," Sue speed, gulping it down. She stood gazing out the window at the tranquil harbor. The wine boiled through her bloodstream like sparkling fire.
"Peaceful, isn't it?" Bill observed. He took the empty glass out of Sue's unresisting fingers and set it aside. Then, from behind, he slid his arms around her. His strong, tan hands came down on her full, thrusting breasts.
Sue felt a wave of passion rush through her body. It was so nice and warm and exciting to be in a handsome mans arms. Crossing her arms, she put her hands on his, and pressed them against her breasts and leaned back against him. This man was nice, and thoughtful, and interested in her, whereas Jerry was not. It had been too long since she had had a really nice time. The two near rapes by the lifeguards didn't really count at all.
Bill was seething with desire for her. Her breasts, full and soft and warm were exquisite. He had never known champagne to fail, ever. This full-busted beauty was going to be a superb addition to his collection. He loved the feel of her lace bra, stuffed to overflowing with warm flesh.
"Oh, Bill, you are wicked," Sue purred.
Nuzzling her thick red tresses, he breathed softly into her ear. "But of course, my dear."
Sue's lust blazed higher. His breath was, like a blast of air from a bellows onto a glowing fire. She squirmed against him, rolling her full ass against the hard knot of his cock. "You devil," she groaned as her passion soared.
Bill released her breasts. She felt his fingers busy on the buttons of her sleeveless blouse, and made no move to stop him. She felt more and more of her chest being exposed as he unbuttoned her blouse. She was hot, and it was going to feel good to be free of the garment. And maybe he would put his hands back on her breasts. There would be less separating his hands from them this time, she thought vague. She leaned away from him to let him slip her blouse down her arms and off.
Bill's pulse raced at the sight of Sue's barely concealed tits. Worshipfully, he placed his hands on the full, firm, demanding thrusts of flesh that were just begging to be handled. He tantalized himself by not depriving her of that garment. Instead, he fondled and pressed and squeezed her tits through the lace, marveling at the firmness, the softness, the warmth of her flesh.
Sue's nipples ached with the desire to be free. Wasn't he ever going to let them burst out and jut into the air the way they were meant to? They actually hurt they were so impatient to be free.
Keeping one breast in captivity, Bill worked his other hand up between his chest and Sue's back. He found the hooks of her bra and worked them free, one at a time, teasing both himself and her. Then it was loose, held in place only by his hand on her heavy breast.
"Bastard!" Sue hissed, knowing what he was doing.
"You do have a way with words," he replied, insolently squeezing her full mound through her bra. "You have no idea what a pain in the ass I can be."
Sue's conscience was ineffectively nagging at her through her fog of champagne and lust. She was again in exactly the kind of situation she had been trying to avoid – submitting to some horny man. But this time it was worse. She was much more of a willing participant time than she had been with either of the lifeguards.
Then Bill Caldwell was ridding her of her bra, and his hand lifted one big breast, and a thumb brushed across her rubbery, alert nipple, and her conscience was drowned in a flood of lust. It felt so damn good to be appreciated by a suave, gentleman. Nothing else was important. All that mattered was the feel of that hard, masculine body behind her, the brass buttons on his coat digging into her bare back, the hard, strong hands toying with the soft, tender hills of her breasts, the ready cock against her ass.
"Magnificent," Bill said, weighing each of her tits carefully. Truly, the finest pair of tits he had ever had the pleasure of studying. So large, so heavy, and yet, so firm and proud they barely yielded to the pressure of gravity. He could see them reflected in tile shining metal trim, pale white globes, crowned with attentive nipples.
Her eyes closed, Sue swayed slightly under the influence of the champagne. It could have been anyone standing behind her, fondling her breasts, even Jerry. It didn't matter. It felt so good to be caressed so lovingly, so expertly.
Bill's jaw was knotted with lust. He had held himself carefully in check. But he could not keep it up. He was going to have to fuck this incredible woman, and soon. His cock felt like it was going to rupture from the pressure.
Keeping possession of a breast with one hand, he snaked the other down over the warm expanse of her smooth stomach to the top of her shorts. She made no attempt to stop him when he slipped his fingers inside the waistband, probing her warm flesh. Her stomach rippled under his fingers and he felt her suck in her gut to give him more room inside her shorts. He pushed lower. His fingertips caught in the elastic of her panties. Then he probed still lower, inside her panties. The fit of her shorts was tight, forcing his hand deep into the yielding flesh of her belly.
Then he touched it, the first hesitant wisps of stiff, kinky pubic hair. He drove his hand still farther down into her shorts, and she thrust her hips upward to improve his access to her pussy. He felt the hard arch of her pubic bone, and slipped the tip of his third finger into the steamy slit between her hairy cuntlips. Her hot, damp flesh embraced his fingertip.
"Ooohhh," Sue sighed softly. "Ohhh, that's it." It felt so good to be touched down there again. It released all the bottled-up tension she hadn't even been aware of. There was a hot, sweating feeling down in her crotch.
But he couldn't really reach her. She knew he was having to strain to even touch her cunt at all. He couldn't get his hand any farther into her shorts because they were so tight. She was going to have to help him, that was what she was going to have to do. She unsnapped the waist of her shorts, and instantly he drove his finger still further, until he touched her clitoris, slippery and sensitive in its hot nest. She sucked in her breath at the fiery blast his touch caused. Her knees were rubbery, threatening to collapse her onto the expensive rug. Spreading her feet, she lacked her knees. His touch still wasn't very good, he still couldn't reach her vagina. Anxiously, she grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them open, ignoring the possibility that she was ripping or breaking the zipper.
Then her shorts were wide open, giving him complete access to her crotch. He took advantage of the opening by driving his hand lower, into the hot swamp of her cunt, and driving his longest finger deep into the dripping, sucking hole of her vagina.
"Ahhhhh," Sue moaned. It felt so nice to have something in there again. It needed something, her cunt did, even if it was only a finger. But that wasn't all it was going to get, was it? It was going to get more, it was sure to get more. What man would be satisfied with just sticking his finger into her, when he had something so much more suitable for filling her void. And Bill did have that something, she could feel it against her ass, a beautiful, heavy, demanding, hard cock.
Bill was rolling his cock against her ass, and was contemplating filling, her with his tool, though not necessarily where she expected. He was looking at the reflection of her pussy in the shining chrome in front of them, the lace of her panties, the bulge that was his hand in her crotch, the curling red hairs that escaped from her panties and curled enticingly against the milky white insides of her spread thighs. He pushed the back of his hand impatiently against her underpants, hoping she would get the idea. He was still squeezing one of her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipple.
"Aaahhh," Sue moaned again. She got the idea. He wanted her to get rid of her panties, too. Why not? He was already touching her down there, what was the sense of having panties in the way? She might as well get rid of them, too. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic on either side of his hairy wrist, and shoved her panties down. They caught on her asscheeks. Then her shorts and her underpants were in an uncomfortable tangle around her upper thighs, held there by her spread-legged pose. Impatiently, she moved her legs together, crushing Bill's hand. She shoved and wriggled, and at last her shorts and panties dropped down. She kicked out of them, and her shoes at the same time. Naked, she backed up against him, and he continued probing and stimulating her cunt with one hand, torturing her breast with his other.
He was pumping his finger in her dripping pussy, grinding his palm against her clitoris, and that was all. She wanted more, she wanted him, his cock, in her cunt.
"Stop torturing me," she whispered. She ripped his finger out of her pussy, turned inside his other arm, and pasted her naked body against his hard clothed one and began to devour him with her mouth. She clawed at him frantically. His arms were around her, his fingers digging into her naked back, then sliding down to clutch at her meaty buttocks and haul her hips in tight against him. His fingers bit into her ass, pried insolently into her crack. She loved it.
Releasing him, she backed off slightly and unknotted his ascot, then unbuttoned his jacket. He stood in front of her, grinning insolently, confidently. He barely helped her at all as she hauled his jacket, then his shirt off, baring his torso. He was tanned and lean and hard. His chest had an exciting coating of silver hair that accented his healthy tan. Sue ran her fingers through the hair, touched and circled the dark bumps of his nipples. Then she ran her hands down his flat hard stomach. What she really wanted was lower, harder, longer, stiffer.
She unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers and hauled them and his shorts down together. She knelt in front of him, slipped his shoes off and dragged his pants off, without taking her eyes off what she wanted so badly. It was right in front of her nose: pale white, purple-capped, stabbing out sharply from a jet-black pubic bush that was flecked with silver. It gleamed in the sunlight pouring through the window. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. It and strong, perfectly proportioned. It made her mouth water. She leaned forward, opened her lips and let it slide into her mouth, all without really even thinking about it. She bathed it with her tongue, washed it lovingly.
Standing over the lush, naked redhead, Bill looked down at her smooth, pale back admiringly, superiorly. He stroked her head gently as she sucked his cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet and loving around his prick, but this wasn't what he wanted. She was going to find out what he wanted, soon. Then she leaned back, on her haunches, and looked up at him, her lips glistening with saliva. Her arms were close together, pushing her breasts inward, making them look even bigger than they were. Down between her sleek thighs he could see the dark triangle of her auburn pubic bush.
Gently, he reached down and lifted her to her feet. Submissively, she let him guide her, not caring where he took her so long as she got what she so desperately needed. "Please, don't make me wait too long," she pleaded.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," he told her. "You are too desirable for me to stall. I am as impatient as you are. Hut, on the other hand, like a fine vintage wine, this must be enjoyed in the proper fashion, and not too hastily."
He guided her down the short flight of stairs to the stateroom area, then to a large stateroom in the bow. Against the forward bulkhead, centered on it, was a queen sized bed. It was covered with a fur bedspread. With a happy purr, Sue stretched out on the tickling soft fur and rolled over on her back. She displayed herself shamelessly spread her legs to reveal the scarlet wet heart of her cunt.
Overhead, the ceiling bounced her reflection back at her. A mirror showed every inch of her naked body. She spread her arms and her legs and admired the graceful pink and white symmetry of her body, the neat, dark-red patch of her pussy.
She watched in the mirror as her naked host joined her on the bed. She thought he was going to cover her with his body, and was disappointed when he didn't. Instead, he rolled her over. Then his hand was digging between her buttocks and Sue hitched her ass up, thinking he wanted to fuck her dog fashion.
The touch of a finger at her asshole sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her. Then he was driving, thrusting, twisting his finger into her ass. There was biting, searing pain, and undeniable, unmistakable pleasure. Her cheek on the soft, fur spread, Sue moaned from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Kneeling beside her, Bill studied her as he drove his finger into the tight, resisting, greasy hole of her anus. He saw her face twist with pain and pleasure, saw her writhe as he bored into her rectum. She had one of the finest, firmest, whitest asses he had ever seen. He could also see her pubic curls between her spread thighs, and the dripping folds of her pussy, but they didn't interest him particularly at the moment.
Reaching behind himself with his free hand, without looking, he located the tube of lubricating jelly. He squeezed a large dollop onto the head of his cock, then squeezed a second blob in the crack of Sue's ass, just above where her anal sphincter embraced his finger.
"Ohhh, what are you doing?" Sue asked, bathed in ecstasy from the unexpected probing. She had felt something wet touch her deep in the cleft of her ass, just above her anus. She was ablaze with an unholy, earthy lust she had never felt before. She was being ripped apart by unholy ecstasy.
"Do you want me?" Bill asked softly, confidently.
"You, know I want you," Sue groaned.
"What do you want?" he asked, taunting her.
"Your cock, you bastard," she moaned into the fur spread. "I want your cock."
He twisted his finger in her hot quivering bowels. "How badly do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Aahhh," Sue groaned, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Withdrawing his finger, Bill smeared the lubricant over her asshole with gentle, tantalizing pressure. "How badly do you want my cock?" he repeated.
"Ooohhh," Sue sighed at the lost of his finger from her anus. "Don't torture me, dammit." She remained in her ass-high position on the bed.
Bill pressed the tip of his finger against her asshole, teasing her. "How badly?"
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Give me your cock!"
Bill maintained his teasing pressure on her anus with one hand while he smeared the lubricant over his steel-hard prick with the other. "Where do you want my cock?" he asked.
"Where do you think?" Sue asked.
"You'll have to tell me," he argued. "There's more than one target, you know."
"Noooo," Sue groaned. She could not ask for that. It wasn't possible that was what he wanted.
Bill wiggled just the tip of his finger into her anus. "Where do you want it?"
"Awww, shit!" Sue cursed. His teasing, taunting finger was rhythmically pressing her anus, an irritating itch at her asshole. He knew he was driving her nuts. He knew she was going to beg for it.
"Where?" he asked softly, leaning over her, expecting her to whisper her answer.
"My ass," Sue groaned. God, she did want it there.
"Where?" he repeated, as if he hadn't heard. He loved to have then beg for it.
"Up my ass," she repeated. She was knotted with unholy, gut-wrenching duke, slobbering into the fur bedspread.
Bill knelt between her spread legs, lifted her hips a little and aimed his cock at the glistening, greasy, dark bud of her anus. He set the head of his slimy cock against that tight ring and drove against her.
"Aaawwww, Christ!" Sue moaned at the eruption of pleasure. She tried to overcome her body's instinctive resistance to the invasion. Her anus burned and itched desperately from the cock boring into it. "Aahhh, shit!" More, she wanted more.
Bill was more than happy to oblige her. He had never denied being an ass man. He had always been rather proud of the fact. He loved the feel of a tight, gripping anus around his prick. He thrust steadily, and watched as the tight muscle slowly yielded, pushing inward, then slowly stretching open as he wedged his cock in.
Sue's mouth gaped open as if she were taking a cock in her mouth, or as if she expected him to emerge from between her jaws. She was struggling to open her entire body to him. It hurt like hell, the friction and the stretching and the pressure. She had the feeling she was going to rip wide open. But it was also the most unbelievable pleasure she had ever experienced.
With her own husband, she had rejected this way of lovemaking. It had seemed too disgusting arid painful. But here, with this fiend, she was begging for it, insisting on it. She was loving feeling his heavy shaft driving her rectal sphincter open.
"Awww!" she whimpered when suddenly the ring of muscle snapped into the groove behind his glans. An electric jolt seared through her body.
Ruthlessly, Bill rammed forward, pressuring his prick slowly deeper into the tight hold of her bowels. No cunt could ever match this feeling… tight, hot, greasy, restating. It sent his lust soaring. He felt the shit being pistoned up into her by the head of his cock. He loved the sight of his pale-white staff disappearing between the pale moons of her ass. His cock was stimulated unbelievably by the clinging walls of her rectum as he powered in. Then his hips came up against the soft cushions of her ass. With a wiggle, he gained one last fraction of an inch in her guts and stopped.
"How far?" Sue asked hoarsely. "Jesus, it feels like you're all the way up to my stomach."
"All the way in," Bill informed her. He drew back, then rammed his cock back into her, and the friction almost brought him off right then and there.
"Aaaaaeeerrrr!" Sue wailed in ecstasy/agony from the searing friction, the unholy pleasure the perverted act sent roaring through her.
His fingers sunk in the soft flesh of Sue's waist, Bill steadied and guided her as he drew his cock out, then rammed it back in. He was getting close to that searing, exploding, pulsing ecstasy. He really didn't care any longer whether Sue was enjoying this or not. He had to get to his own completion, reach his own searing, pumping peak. His cock was a solid bar of pleasure from the burning grip of her anus.
Sue was becoming delirious with pleasure. It seemed to go on and on and on, forever, this wonderful feeling of cock up her ass. Her cunt was pouring out wave after wave of wits own juices, coming on emptiness. Her whole body was a searing puddle of ecstasy from the prick pistoning in her guts.
"Aaahhh, aaahhhh, I'm comingggg!" she wailed. "I'm commmmiiinnnggg!" She twisted around the pole in her guts, every muscle in her body contributing to her blazing orgasm.
Bill heaved his cock into the hot shitty tunnel again and again, harder and faster, until the searing bursts of semen could not be held back an instant longer. He blasted hot cum deep into her intestines, a sperm-laden enema spurting again and again and again until his balls were drained and empty.
Sue's pleasure faded to be gradually replaced by a deep ache in her ass, and the feeling of being terribly, terribly constipated. Then her body was crapping out Bill's shrinking cock and she slid forward and sprawled on her face on the bed. Panting, she tried to gather her scattered wits.
Finally, brutally tarn and exhausted, she rolled over, and discovered she was alone in the posh stateroom. Her clothes lay in a heap beside her on the bed, evidently put there by Bill while she was recuperating. Feeling sick and miserable, she dressed, conscious of a hot seepage of cum from her anus. Wearily, she staggered up to the main cabin after repairing the damage to her face and her hair as best she could. In the mirror in one of the minuscule heads, she looked disgustingly normal.
Without a word, Bill blasted the yacht's foghorn three long toots to summon the tug launch. "Well, was I right?"
"Right about what?" Sue asked, confused.
"Did you get seasick?" Bill asked.
She shook her head wearily. "I guess I owe you some champagne," she acknowledged.
Bill smiled insolently. "Let's just call it all even, shall we?"
They rode back to the dock in silence. Sue tried not to shift around too much on the hard seat – but sitting on her aching ass hurt, dammit. She wondered if it was really worth going on living. She had the vague feeling that suicide would somehow be letting Jerry down. It was much more fitting that she should suffer and live with her shame.