His left hand steadying the bow of the sailboat, Jerry directed the crane operator with his right, until the boat settled, still dripping, onto the canvas-padded supports of the trailer. The white flanks of the boat were dingy after a summer of use, and the dark-red anti-fouling paint on the bottom was coated with a green scum of algae.
"That's good," Jerry called after checking how the boat was resting in the cradle.
"Hey, Mr. Anderson, your crew must have left this aboard," the man that had ridden the boat aboard, throwing a scrap of cloth down to him.
Jerry grabbed the brief bikini bra out of the air and hastily wadded it up. "M-must have been my daughter. Judy," he mumbled, "Yeah, sure. Take it away, Jake, the slings are out. You're all set, Mr. Anderson."
Jerry went around and got in his car, steaming. The bra in his hand felt like a firebrand. It was not Judy's. It was Cindy's, but how it had gotten aboard his boat he couldn't imagine. He had deliberately avoided her ever since she had seduced him. She had seduced him by simply not wearing anything when she had gone swimming that day. But she hadn't come ashore half-naked, so what was half her suit doing on board?
He sure as hell couldn't explain it to Sue, and he was supposed to stop by the pool to pick her up after she cleaned out their cubicle. If he tried to put it in his pocket, that would be harder to explain than just carrying it around openly. Things had been getting a bit strained between them lately anyway.
After he perked the car and the trailer, and saw the boy he knew vaguely, a boy who had been dating Cindy recently. He asked him if Cindy was around.
"She was headed toward the Junior Yacht Club, last I saw her."
"I thought it was closed for the winter already," Jerry observed doubtfully, not wanting to be sent on a wild goose chase.
"It is, but she has a key. She said something about having lost something there."
Jerry watched the lanky youth saunter away, then headed toward the small building that was the gathering place for the teenagers. Basically, it served the same purpose, albeit non-alcoholic, that the dub bar did for the older members.
The shades were drawn. He went around to the front door. Testing it, he found it was unlocked. He went inside, squinting into the gloom.
"Cindy?" he called.
"Back here," she answered, her voice muffled. "Jerry Anderson," he called to her, walking away from the door and the comforting rectangle of light it admitted. He was a few paces across the floor when the door swung shut behind him. He whirled around, but his eyes were still not accustomed to the darkness and he couldn't see anything.
"We've been expecting you," Cindy said, bet voice suddenly quite near him.
He spun around toward the sound. "Christ, it's dark in here!" he swore. "Why don't you turn on some lights?"
"You heard the man, Caela, turn on the lights," Cindy ordered, her tone mysterious with some unreadable meaning.
"Think his heart can take it?" a girl near the door answered.
Jerry spun around, bewildered and wary. "Cherry? Is that you?"
"Not Cherry any more," she reminded him. "Caela's the name, fucking's the game!" She giggled.
"That's not very funny!" Jerry snapped. As his eyes got used to the dark, he could see a faint white shape against the wall, next to the faint rectangle of light that sneaked around the door. He didn't like the situation at all. He cursed the blackout shades on the windows. They had been installed so that movies could be shown in the large room. He estimated he was just about in the center of the thirty-foot-square room.
"What's the matter, Mr. Anderson? You ashamed of robbing the cradle?" a third girl asked. He spun to his right toward the new voice.
"Who's that?" Jerry asked sharply. He was being outmaneuvered, and he knew it.
"Pam Kelly," the other girl answered.
"Cher… I mean, Caela's sister?" Jerry asked.
"Why don't we let him see who he's got here?" Pam suggested. "Turn on the light, Caela."
"Cindy?" Caela asked.
"Let him have it," Cindy speed, her voice thick with excitement.
Every light in the roam went on at the same time. It was a bit like being struck by lightning. But the more powerful jolt came from the sight of Cindy Peters, standing in front of him, her arms folded across her midriff. She was as naked as she had been that day on his boat. The sight of those small, firm breasts, that slender, lithe body, all tan and sleek, and the timid brown wisps of her sprouting pubic bush made Jerry's cock react violently.
"Christ!" he swore stupidly.
"I see you got our invitation," Caela observed from by the light switches. Jerry whirled in her direction.
She was as naked as Cindy. She was all pink and white skin, and his eyes raked from the top of her tousled head to her dainty feet, stopping at her breasts, her immodest pussy. He gulped, gaped, unable to tear his eyes off the girl. She was standing with her feet slightly apart facing him shamelessly. One small hand was still on the light switch.
He remembered how she had felt, wrapped around his cock, taking every inch of his mature bludgeon into her immature, tight, virginal cunt. He remembered, too, how her skin had felt against his. He also remembered how Cindy had felt, and looked. The memories, along with the current reality, triggered an insane lust in him.
"Is he really as big as you said he was?" Pam Kelly asked. He whirled in her direction.
And now he had someone new to study. Pam was two years older than her sister. She also had that dramatic Irish combination of jet-black hair and perfect, pale-ivory skin. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She was taller than Caela, but not as tall as Cindy. She probably weighed a fraction more than Cindy did. And she too was stark naked. She stood with her hands on her well-rounded hips, her head tilted slightly to one side, her feet spread, and studied him.
He stared at her, feeling dazed. She was the best-looking of the three girls.
Jerry turned around twice, his eyes jumping from one naked teenager to the next. None of them made any attempt to conceal any part of themselves from his intimate inspection. Desperately, he tried to control the blistering lust that was raging through him.
"I'm getting out of here," he croaked at last, backing toward the door, trying to keep his eyes on both Pam and Cindy at the same time.
"I don't think so," Caela remarked from behind him.
The sound of her voice made him jump and spin around to face her. She was standing in front of the door, her arms folded, her feet set. Her expression was a combination, of determination and excitement.
"You can't stop me," Jerry argued.
"Yes we can," Pam said confidently. He turned toward her. She had moved halfway across the bare wood floor to ward him.
"It's very simple," Cindy said, moving toward him, her arms still folded under her small, firm breasts. "If you try td leave, Pam and I disappear into the girls' room. Ten seconds after you're out the door, Caela comes running out, stark naked, screaming at the top of her lungs that she's been raped."
For a long, awful moment, Jerry's heart stopped beating entirely. When it started again, it slammed against his ribs with a pounding beat, "You're kidding!" he gasped.
"Oh no, we're not," Caela answered brightly. "I always wanted to be a streaker. Must be real exciting, running around naked."
"Kinky, but cool," Pam agreed.
"Besides," Cindy went on. "Why would you want to leave? You've already had two of us. Pam's anxious to sample that magnificent cock of yours, and Caela and I want to get in our licks at it, if you'll pardon the expression."
Jerry was surrounded by them now. As they had talked, they had all moved in on him, until they were each less than an arm's length distant. "You're crazy!" he blustered. "What if somebody comes?"
"Nobody will come," Cindy said confidently. "The clubhouse is closed for the winter, remember?"
"And the shades are down, so no one can see in," Pam pointed out.
"Darn it," Caela added.
"You'll have to pardon my sister, she's a bit of an exhibitionist," Pam noted.
"You should have seen the exhibition she put on to prove she wasn't Cherry any more," Cindy said. "She showed everyone at the party the most fantastic spread you ever saw. I swear, you could see all the way up to her cervix!"
"Yeah, and then I took on five guys, one right after the other," Caela added gleefully.
"And didn't leave anything in Jerry for me," Pam snapped. "Well, today I get first shot."
"I'm not worried," Caela replied confidently. "He's got more than enough to go around. Those five squirts together didn't add up to what he's got."
Jerry felt as if he had been pummeled. The whole scene was an erotic fantasy. It was total madness.
"That's us, sex-crazy kids," Pam agreed when he voiced his opinion. "Come on, let's see that famous cock of yours."
"Now wait a minute!" he said frantically.
"Oh, shit! Give it to him on a silver platter and he wonders what to do with it," Cindy growled. "We'll have to strip him."
Overwhelmed, outnumbered, Jerry told himself resistance was futile. He told himself he wasn't fighting because he didn't want to hurt the girls.
Cindy took his shirt off and hauled his undershirt up over his head while Pam unfastened his pants. Caela kept him off balance by wrenching off his loafers.
"Holy Cow!" Pam exclaimed when she saw his naked cock towering out from his groin like a battering ram. Leaving his pants tangled, hobbling him around the ankles, Sue touched his prick with wondering, gentle, exploring fingers.
"Cut that out!" Jerry protested, his voice cracking. His arms were trapped in his undershirt, which prevented him from pushing Pam away. Her touch sent a blistering jolt of lust roaring through his loins.
"Yum, yum, yum," Pam murmured, taking the base of his prick and steadying it.
He felt a hot, wet, velvety tongue rasp over his cock. He also felt a dribble of excitement ooze out of it. "Goddammit, cut it out," he said, very unconvincingly.
"Pick your feet up, stud," Caela ordered, pulling and tugging at his trousers.
Jerry staggered backward, bumped up against a chair and sat down abruptly. Caela jerked his feet straight out in front of him and yanked his pants off so hard his feet were warmed by the friction. Meanwhile, Cherry had trapped his arms behind him. She had pulled them behind the chair and immobilized them there somehow.
"Goddammit all to hell, let me go!" Jerry protested.
Pam ignored him. She was on her knees beside him, playing wonderingly with his huge, blood engorged cock, smearing his hot meat with his own secretions. She kept making cooing noises. The sparkling gold crucifix at her throat emphasized her nudity.
"Not so loud, stud, or you'll have the whole damn club down around our necks," Caela pointed out.
"Good!" Jerry snapped and opened his mouth to bellow.
Cindy brought her hands down over his mouth and nose with bruising force. "Are you sure you want to?" she whispered.
Jerry's bellow never materialized.
"Just think how your wife would feel," Cindy suggested softly.
Jerry thought. Communication between him and Sue had broken down completely. He had plenty to hide, and he suspected that she suspected something. Her behavior had been very strange lately.
"And besides, what's so horrible about thin?" Caela asked. "Most guys I know would give their right arm to be in your position."
Cautiously, ready to slam them back down on his mouth at any moment, Cindy lifted her hands. Jerry sucked in a welcome breath of air and closed his mouth.
"All right," he agreed softly. "You win." He wasn't quite sure whether he had lost or not.
"Me first!" Pam insisted, bouncing to her feet. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly. Jerry's cock had lost some of its rigidity during the stripping. The sight of Pam's enthusiastic nudity brought it to renewed life, and it jutted up from his lap like a pole.
Abruptly, the room that had been filled with girlish giggling and Jerry's booming protests was silent. Pam swung one leg over Jerry's lap and straddled him. Her large firm breasts, pale white, pink tipped, were just in front of his face.
Without even thinking about it, he pressed his face into those two perfumed mounds of warm flesh. Cindy had apparently tied his arms behind the chair. Leaning forward as far as he could, Jerry scrubbed his stubbly cheeks on Pam's yielding breasts, marveling at their softness, the satin texture of her skin, and the rubbery nubbins of her nipples as he brushed them. Almost by instinct, his mouth found one of those taut buds and his lips closed on it. He tweaked it with his tongue, battered it briskly.
Pam, in response, rammed her tit into his mouth. Her head tipped back, her face flushed with passion, she savored the flames the man was sending blazing through her young body. Down between her open thighs she could feel hot lubricant dripping from her pussy, then drying icily on her cuntlips. Grasping Jerry's head, she hauled his face against her breast, then shifted her torso to force him to give her two tits equal time.
Jerry's lust was soaring as he nursed on first one young tit and then another. He was vaguely aware of Cindy's and Caela's excited panting as they watched him. The knowledge that he was being watched increased his lust. Sucking one nipple deep into his mouth, he pressed and rolled it against the roof of his mouth. Pam's grip on his head tightened until he was in danger of being suffocated. Then she let him go, and he sucked in a whoosh of air.
"So big," the girl crooned, looking down as she fondled his cock. "It's sooo big. God, it's so damn big! I wonder if I can take it?"
"If I can take it, you sure can, Tunnel Cunt!" Caela snapped.
"Now what's that supposed to mean, little sister?" Pam demanded, momentarily distracted from what she was doing with Jerry's cock.
"Knock it off, you two," Cindy ordered impatiently. "We haven't got all day."
"Just so I can get some, too," Caela sniffed. "You get all the guys just because you're the pretty one."
Pam was staring at Jerry's prick as she fondled it. "You're the one who said there was plenty to go around," she pointed out. "And you're the one who had five guys the other day, remember? It wasn't me."
"Come on, Pam!" Cindy snapped.
"Okay," Pam agreed. "Here goes."
Jerry studied her face as she hesitantly impaled herself on his monster cock. She was chewing on her lower lip nervously. Beads of sweat gleamed on her smooth forehead and upper lip. Her blue eyes stared intensely down at the huge tower she was forcing up into her pussy.
He felt harsh pubic hair, then hot, wet flesh enfolded the bulbous head of his prick. Pam's full firm breasts were heaving with her excited breathing. Her nipples were even more distended and excited than they had been after he had sucked them.
"Nnnnngggghhh," she moaned softly as she worked the first inch of his prick into her channel. She seemed to be having more difficulty taking his bulk than her younger sister had. "Big," she grunted. "So big!"
Jerry was racked with uncontrollable shivers of lust as he felt more and more of his meat being wrapped in her hot, clinging folds of flesh. He writhed against whatever was holding his hands in an effort to get his arms free. He wanted to sink his hands into Pam's soft body. Suddenly, his arms pulled free of the undershirt that had been holding them. Impatiently, he flung it aside and slid his hands up between him and Pam. He closed his fingers on her thrusting tits and squeezed them.
"Yeah," Pam hissed. "Hard! Make 'em hurt!"
Jerry sank his fingers into her yielding flesh with bruising force. Pam dropped a little and took more of his massive prick into her cunt with a soft groan of pleasure.
"God! It's so damn big!" she grunted. "I'm gonna come like a sky rocket!!"
Kneeling, staring between Pam and Jerry, getting a close-up view of his cock disappearing into her sister's black-furred pussy, Caela was overwhelmed with lust. Her gamin face was shining with excitement. She licked her lips eagerly as she watched. Cindy was standing behind Jerry. She put her hands under his chin and hauled his head back. Bending down, she mashed her lips against his in a searing, driving, slurping, sucking kiss. Then she twisted her body and offered him one of her tight young tits. Jerry obliged by sucking as much of the bot mound into his mouth as he could. He was still torturing Pam's full boobs with his hands, while he savored the feeling of his cock being swathed in tight clinging flesh.
"Aaaahh!" Pam sighed, dropping the last inch with a jolt. "Awwww, God! Aaaawwww!" She was writhing in the grip of a cataclysmic orgasm, one triggered just by the penetration of his cock into her tight cunt.
"It's-it's like having a log in your guts," she hissed after her spasms faded. "I can feel it digging into the end of my vagina." She lifted and dropped. "Uuuuhhh!" she grunted.
Jerry's body was knotted with its own conflagration. Pam was rubbing his cock to the explosion point. Her breasts were in his hands, and another girl's breast was between his lips, and still a third girl, watched avidly? He was being stimulated beyond all reasonable limits. His hips heaved up off the chair and slammed his mammoth prick into its hot nest impatiently. His guts were a simmering pool of cum, ready to burst forth at any moment into Pam's sucking cunt.
"Aawwwww!" Pam grunted with every impact. "Ahhh – I'm – commmmiinnnnnggg," she wailed, her body writing and convulsing around the pole rammed into her body.
Jerry was coming. His buttocks convulsed, adding their strength to the cannon-like shots of cum his cock was blasting into Pam's writhing body. Heaving and twisting under her, he desperately emptied his balls into her eager, spuming, milking cunt.
Then Pam's orgasm died and she slumped forward against him. Jerry's climax faded and his cock began to shrivel in its hot sheath. Cindy pulled away with a sigh. Jerry had the feeling she had come, too.
"Oohhh, WOW!" Pam sighed happily. "What a cock!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Caela miffed. "Now get off, it's my turn."
Reluctantly, Pam stood up. Jerry's drained prick fell out of her cum-slippery pussy and drooped soggily over onto one of his hairy thighs. "Lot's of luck," Pam sighed, looking at the exhausted cock she was leaving behind.
"You used it all up!" Caela wailed miserably.
"Who did you think I am, Superman?" Jerry asked sardonically. "Can I get the hell out of here now?"
"Nooo!" Caela said angrily. "You've gotta do me, too. Cindy brought herself off with her hand while you chewed on her tit. I got nothing."
Jerry shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I have much to offer."
"Cindy!" Caela said desperately.
"Don't look at me," Cindy replied quickly. "I'm not satisfied with what I got."
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" Caela asked.
Jerry had the feeling that the young girl was badly spoiled. He had the urge to flip her over his knee, over his naked lap, and apply his hand to her naked bottom. The thought brought a surprising surge of excitement.
"Well," Pam observed, noticing the twitching of his cock, "he's not dead, anyway."
Jerry cursed his body for betraying him. He had thought for a moment he was going to get away. If he didn't meet Sue pretty soon, she was going to get suspicious. What if she came looking for him?
"Well, I'm so hat, I can't wait for that damned thing to revive," Caela complained.
"So, what are you going to do, use a cucumber?" Pam taunted.
"There's more than one way to milk a cow," Caela retorted. "I used to have a good time when I was still Cherry. Remember?"
Jerry tried to get control of the situation. "Look, I'm going to get out of here," he said, starting to get up.
"Siddown," Caela snapped, pushing him roughly down in the chair.
"Hey, I got the streaking assignment now!" Pam announced gleefully.
"How come?" Caela asked plaintively.
"Because, I've got a gallon of his cum swilling around in my tummy," Pam answered. "It's even dribbling out of my abused pussy." She looked at Jerry and smirked. "One false move, and I'll scream rape," she informed him. "You do exactly what we want. Or else."
Jerry wondered what kind of nutsy situation he had gotten himself into. With Cindy, it had been a gleeful sexual romp. With Cherry, now Caela, it had been gentle, passionate defloration. Now it was a sadistic gang rape. And he was the one being raped!
"Like to nibble some tender young pussy?" Caela asked with saccharine sweetness. She placed her hands on her belly, and, with her fingertips opened her cuntlips and thrust her pelvis forward. Jerry got a gut-tightening, cock-hardening view of bright, shining, pink inner membranes. His mouth watered perversely at the thought of what she was proposing.
Then the girl rocked him to his core. She turned her back on him, and asked sweetly, "Or maybe you'd rather kiss my ass?" She bent slightly and spread the cheeks to display the tight, puckered brown bud of her anus.
Jerry's mouth dried up as a surge of revulsion swept through him. He turned his head away, as the revulsion changed to sick excitement.
"Come on, Caela, do what you're going to do," Cindy urged. "We're running out of time. I want to get in my licks, too."
"There'll be plenty for two, the way I've got it planned," Caela replied. With a grace learned balancing on lurching fore decks, she hopped up onto the chair he was sitting on, her dainty bare feet on either side of his powerful, hairy thighs.
She towered over him. He looked up past her pussy, up the length of her naked torso. "All he has to do is slide his ass forward a bit and there'll be plenty of room for you," Caela pointed out.
Before Jerry could figure out what Caela had in mind, someone grabbed his ankles and pulled. His bare ass squeaked and burned as it slid across the wooden chair seat. Then his neck was on the back of the chair, and his ass was half off the seat.
"Eat!" the girl standing over him ordered, spreading her cuntlips.
Jerry's body convulsed. He could see everything she was offering him. He could see the shine of her juices on her bright-pink tissues. He could see the erect, eager knob of her clitoris under its little hood. Below that, he could see the minute opening of her urethra, then the dark cavern of her vagina.
It was all laid out before him like a photograph in a sex manual.
"Eat!" Caela insisted. She squatted, lowering her crotch to his upturned face. Jerky sealed his ups as his nose was enveloped by hot, steaming, slippery flesh. Involuntarily, his lips parted, and he stroked his tongue into the dripping valley of the girl's pussy. He bored his tongue into the sucking hole of her vagina. He was swimming in the taste of her: hot, metallic, and salty. His nose was engulfed in her smell, the musky smell of an aroused female. He worked his jaw in a chewing motion as he plumbed her oozing well. Her flavor and scent sent his lust soaring. He probed his tongue still deeper into her tight cunt, squirmed his face against her clitoris. It was not the first time he had indulged in oral sex. But Sue's pussy was all hairy, while this one was clean and fresh and free of tangling kinks and curls.
"Oh, yeah," Caela sighed ecstatically, knotting her fingers in his hair as she squatted on his face. "Oh, wow! Ooohhhh, your tongue feels sooo goooddd! Chew on me, chew on me, chew on me! Eat me up! Eat my pussy!"
Jerry needed no encouragement. His face was smeared with slick female cum as he eagerly devoured Caela's pussy. Every breath he managed to suck in was heavy with her stench, making his lust blaze higher. He slobbered into her soggy folds while, he chewed on her wet tissues. His guts were blazing with a sick excitement. He was as horny as if he had not climaxed in a month.
Increasing his soaring lust was the touch of Cindy's fingers on his stiff cock. She was holding his prick and massaging it with two fingers, just pressing the top and bottom of it and driving him mad. Then, hot, wet lips engulfed it, and Jerry felt his cockhead drool its excitement into Cindy's mouth.
She was sucking him off while he was munching on Caela's streaming cunt! He growled into Caela's dripping folds of flesh and redoubled his efforts.
"Oooohhh, yeah!" Caela wailed eagerly. She pulled his face against her pussy even harder.
Jerry urged her onward by holding on to her and sinking his fingers into her tender buttocks. He pulled, spreading the cheeks of Caela's ass as he squeezed the cheeks hard.
"Put – your – finger – up – me," Caela whispered hornily.
Jerry gulped down a new wave of cum as his brain digested her suggestion.
"Stick your finger up my ass," Caela repeated insistently. "Up my ass, up my ass, up my ass!" she chanted as she scrubbed her pussy along his face.
Jerry found her anus quickly. It was slippery with her own juices and his spit. He twisted the tip of his finger into the tight socket.
"Aaarrrrr!" Caela gargled, her fingers yanking insanely at his hair as she tried to push his head into her crotch. "Faaarrrrtttthhhheeerrr!" she yelled frantically.
Jerry drove his finger deeper, feeling her tight ring of muscle slide along it as he probed her greasy, shitty depths.
"UUUnmmppphhh!" Jerry's exclamation of surprise was smothered in Caela's moist flesh. Someone was ramming a finger up his an! His anus burned and flamed and itched with pleasure as his cock oozed still more lubricant into the hot mouth sucking it. His hips heaved upward, ramming his cock down Cindy's throat.
Pam Kelly had sunk her hand in her pussy, and was her clit. Her vagina was still oozing Jerry's turn. Her younger sister was squatting on his face, while he sank his finger in her ass. Cindy, her finger up Jerry's ass, had his cock sucked deep into her working mouth. Caela had her head tipped back. Her face was blank with lust. Cindy's face was screwed up around Jerry's monster cock. Her chin was coated with saliva. Pam began to cum, her lusty naked body knotting over the working, stirring hand in her black-bushed pussy.
"Aaahhhh, I'm cominggggg!" Caela wailed at the ceiling as the ecstasy boiled through her. She let almost her full weight rest on Jerry's face as her muscles convulsed. Her slender, almost boyish torso was arched, and thrust her breasts outward. A pink flush spread up from her pussy, out through her body, pouring cum into Jerry's mouth as she climaxed.
Jerry sucked in the thick flood of juices gulping and swallowing, he gorged himself on Caela's copious cum. And, at the same time, he rammed his cock upward, into Cindy Peters' sucking, swallowing mouth. His ass blazed from the invasion of his anus by her finger. Even as he felt Caela's anal sphincter convulsing passionately around his finger, he felt his own asshole spasming around Cindy's as he fountained thick gouts of semen down her throat.
The slender girl kneeling at Jerry's feet was writhing in the throes of an orgasm as his monster cock spouted into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed the thick cum flooding her mouth, yet some still oozed out from between her lips where they embraced the veined pole. Pearly drops of semen trickled down her chin, then dropped slowly to spatter her slender graceful thighs. She lurched as Jerry thrust his spouting cock into her face, and took more than half of his monster organ into her mouth.
Jerry's orgasm felt like pulses of white-hot lava were blasting through him. Then finally his balls were sucked dry, and the pleasure of his coming changed to pain, and his lungs began screaming for air. Yanking his finger out of Caela's asshole, he heaved her off of his face roughly. He sucked in a huge gulp of life-giving air and felt the dark curtains of unconsciousness recede.
Caela convulsed once at the brutal extraction from her anus, then balanced on her feet, standing over him weakly as her orgasm slowly faded. Her asshole was sore, and she could feel cum and spit drying on her open pussy and naked thighs.
Cindy rocked back on her heels and licked the cum and the spit off her lips and swallowed it. Her belly was a pool of hot semen, her pussy a puddle of female cum. Her cheeks were cold with drying spit and semen, and her finger felt greasy and fouled.
"We better split," Pam said reluctantly. "Come on, Caela."
In a few moments, Jerry was alone. He was still sitting on the wooden chair, still catching his breath, still naked. Weary and aching, he finally got moving and began to dress. He felt sick and disgusted with himself as he wiped Caela's cum off his face, and smelled her shit on his finger. He didn't think he would ever be horny again.
He tried to act normal as he walked down to the pool where he expected to find Sue pacing and waiting impatiently for him. He would have to tell her some lie about having trouble with the boat to explain his lateness. He dreaded having to face her.
When he got there, there was no sign of her. He wondered if she had finally left him. He was frightened. He suddenly realized he loved her and his marriage, and did not want to lose either of them. He vowed if she returned somehow he would work with her to save their marriage. How, exactly, he didn't know. He slouched down on a bench and put his face in his hands and tried to think.