"Thirst" - Chapter four

[anton]

author note - warning, this gets a little insane...but somehow I couldn't get off the train of taking it to its logical conclusion. haha, oh well.. maybe I'll make up for it by posting a story consisting entirely of british parliamentary debate. You know, to balance it out.


Day 7

The next morning, I was feeling positively exhausted from hunger and thirst; our tiny rations of fish and water barely made a dent. Karen, however, seemed to be doing better. Immediately, in the morning, hungry, she went back to her two guys, waking them up with oral sex until each came in her mouth. She returned licking her lips.
By the late morning, when everyone was awake, she told me, “God, I can’t wait until Derek recharges; it’s taking longer and longer each time; I’m starving. Plus, his…loads, his…um…deliveries, even though they were so big at first are definitely much smaller than they were at first.”
She was clearly a little frustrated. She stood up and walked in front of Derek. All eyes of everyone in the boat followed her. She was now getting used to the attention. She kneeled down in front of him.
“Not yet,” he moaned, obviously quite weak. “It’s only been a few hours.”
“But I want it now,” Karen hissed, obviously frustrated and glaring at his face. “I’m so thirsty. You’ve been doing it less and less often.”
“I can’t help it; you’re draining me. I just can’t keep this up.” He said exhaustedly.
All the men around were closely watching and listening to this conversation, with rapt attention. Suddenly, Jason, the young man who had started it all, the one who had come on the bench and then later had sprayed into a saltwater puddle, walked up and stood beside her where she knelt. He had an obvious erection inside his pants, and was rubbing it with his hand, staring at her body. Pretty bold of him, I thought, after the way she had told him to stay away from him. But, clearly, several days of watching her blow other guys was driving him crazy, and had emboldened him to give it another shot.
Karen only saw that someone approached, and, still on her knees, she turned to the side and looked expectantly straight at his crotch. Then, her eyes wandered up to his face. As soon as she realized who it was, a frown came across her face. “You! I told you, asshole, stay away fr-“ she started to say, but looked down and stopped suddenly.
The young man had rapidly unzipped himself and pulled out his erect cock, holding it out; the tip just six inches from her right cheek. She stopped mid-sentence and just stared at the cock, so close, in silence. I think what grabbed her attention was that since he had been rubbing it for quite a while through his pants, not only was the tip wet, but the entire head was shiny and soaked with wetness, and even most of the way down the shaft. He had leaked so much, that it looked like it was about to drip off in two different places from the wet bottom of his cock.
Her mouth dropped open, and she licked her lips hungrily, staring at it. She was obviously torn, since she was still clearly still angry at this guy, but she was obviously craving what he dangled in front of her. Finally, her thirst won out.
“Fine!” she said disgustedly under her breath, and leaned forward and took Jason’s wet cock fully in her mouth. She steadfastly refused to look up at his face, but immediately began sliding her lips up and down his cock.
He immediately moaned and his head fell back, as he grabbed the sides of her head with both hands. Instantly, she snatched her hands up and flung his hands off of her head viciously, obviously irritated, but never stopped her rhythm of sucking on his cock.
“Ohhhh” he moaned, leaving his hands at his sides, his knees buckling slightly. Perhaps by habit or in order to get it over faster, Karen lifted her hand and cupped his testicles in her hand, massaging them slightly.
“Oh yes!” he cried.
At the sound of Jason’s voice, she visibly cringed, and drew her head back off his cock, hovering with her mouth an inch away from the tip of his cock. She couldn’t help but stare angrily up at his face, obviously repulsed by everything about him, for about a second or two, then seemed to get control over her anger after a second, and resignedly took him back in her mouth. Even with the large cock in her mouth, I recognized her angry expression; it reminded me of the way she looked at me when we had fights at home. It was weird, but I could just tell that subconsciously she blamed this boy Jason for the bizarre, slutty behavior she’d seen herself do in the last few days, and it gave her an irrational fury.
Again, half a minute later she seemed to get mad again, for no reason other than irritation at doing something so pleasurable to someone she was so mad at, though she so obviously desperately wanted the cream. Again, her anger made her pull her mouth off and glare up at him with hate in her eyes. Suddenly, I saw her anger turn into a slight mischievous look, and while she carefully watched his face from inches in front of his cock, I saw the hand that was cupping and massaging his testicles firmly clamp down on them. While I couldn’t tell from looking how firm the brief squeeze was, it was obviously not too gentle. The young man jumped back suddenly and yelped loudly.
“OW! OW OW!”
She released his balls, and a self-satisfied smirk spread across her face as she watched his face squinch up in surprise and pain. He stared down at her with a wounded, shocked look.
“Sorry,” she said disingenuously, almost sarcastically, but then immediately resumed a gentle, generous, almost loving caress of his whole shaft and balls. Then, she took him fully in her mouth and gave him slow, loving sucks on his cock. Again I had to shake my head at how unrecognizable my wife had become in her behavior.
Within seconds, her apologetic ministrations won him over again, and he moaned and relaxed, obviously starting to rise up towards orgasm. She glared at him again, and I feared she was about to repeat the squeeze (Lucy-and-Charlie Brown-football-style, I thought with an internal snicker), but apparently her desire for his moist load won out, although I could tell she was sorely tempted to hurt him again as he moaned in happiness. His pleasure was quite obviously vile to her ears. It seemed to me completely unreasonable for her to be so angry at this young man – a boy, really. An unfortunate boy on whom, for some reason, my wife had channeled all her anger, despair and blame.
Suddenly, he started ejaculating. He let out a long, joyous cry. Karen swallowed rapidly, but without her usual rapturous expression. She clearly couldn’t stand, and in fact was disgusted by the sound of his long cry of pleasure. After he pumped his last squirts into her mouth and she carefully sucked it off his cock, she pulled her head back and let his cock pop out of her mouth. But, oddly, she didn’t let go of his balls. She stood there, glaring up at him, still holding his testicles, licking her lips, and I saw a storm raging on her face, torn between furious anger and resignation; unsure which would win, unsure what she should do. The memory of his loud, pleasurable cry still rang in our ears.
He looked down, obviously satisfied, but confused that she was inexplicably still holding his balls in her hand. He couldn’t move due to her grip, and stood absolutely still, looking at her oddly and waiting for her to release him. Something about their making eye contact seemed to set her off, and instantly I knew from the look on her face which way she decided to go, and instantly I felt sorry for this poor young man.
She squeezed. Hard.
“Aaaaugh!” the young man cried, and fell to the floor. As he went down, she smiled a vicious, triumphant smile, and her hand stayed right on him, following his balls all the way to the floor as he fell, continuing to squeeze, and watching him carefully. Finally, as he hit the floor hard, she took mercy and released him.
He lay there in agony for a few moments, but it was obvious that his fear of her outweighed his pain, and he began scurrying away from her, on his back, crab-style. She just remained there on her knees, watching him go.

Then, the oddest thing of a very odd day happened. Despite the strange scene which had just played out in front of the stares of every man on the boat, despite the obvious pain received by the last guy, despite Karen’s odd, unpredictable behavior, despite all that, at that moment, two other men, strangers we did not know, both stood up with their erect cocks hanging out of the flys of their pants, jerking them with their hands. They were not together - one was two rows in front of us, the other one row behind – but nevertheless, coincidentally, they both rose at exactly the same moment, holding their erections in their hands, staring at Karen, and both started shuffling towards where she remained on her knees.
As they noticed each other having the same thought, a bizarre mini-race developed as they both accelerated to try to get to Karen first. The guy from two rows ahead started a little later, and then his pants fell down around his knees as he shuffled, though he didn’t pull them up; he just continued to shuffle a little ridiculously with his pants falling to his ankles. As a result, the other guy reached Karen first.
As he approached, Karen stared at him in surprise. Once within four feet of her, he slowed cautiously, watching her reaction. However, his erection got rock hard in his hand as he got closer to her face. She obviously noticed this, and stared at his pulsing cock. Still staring at his cock, she vaguely waved him forward, since he had stopped about three feet away, hesitating. At this wave, he immediately smiled and virtually leaped forward until his cock was right in front of her face. She opened her mouth widely and enthusiastically as he approached, and his cock went smoothly and fully into her mouth as he neared her.
Instantly, she was bobbing her head up and down on his erection, and using both hands to enthusiastically caress the base of his shaft and balls, giving an obviously fantastic blowjob with all her best abilities. He groaned loudly, and Karen smiled around his cock, clearly happy. With anyone other than the one particular young man she hated, this was bliss for her thirsty throat.
Seeing this, the second man, who was just reaching them, stepped in behind the first guy, just like he was in line at the bank. He stood there, jerking his own cock. Clearly, watching Karen give such spirited oral sex to another cock right in front of him, coupled with the hope that he might be next excited the second man immensely. His erection got rock hard and pulsed, and he also groaned loudly.
Somehow, this second groan was like an alarm bell for the whole crowd of men. Immediately, men from all over the boat were standing up and coming over. As Karen continued to blow the first guy with gusto, within thirty seconds, a line of fifteen to twenty guys formed behind the first two, all pulling out their erect cocks and masturbating them as they watched Karen sucking on the first cock.

For the next three hours, Karen performed oral sex. Over and over and over again. While she worked her way through the line of men, many more stood up and joined in. Also, several of the early guys got back at the end of the line.

I could not take my eyes off her for a single second for the entire three hours. She was mesmerizing. Especially her lips. I just kept staring at those lips, wrapped around cock after cock after cock. Those full, sexy, feminine lips that I knew so well. Those lips that had so many times had kissed me, always the same gentle way, slightly open with the smallest hint of a smile as they extended to meet mine. Those lips that had said, “I love you”, far too many times to count. Those lips that always smiled when I came in the front door and when she lay back in our bedroom, opening her legs to welcome me in. Those lips that on one magical day had smiled and said, “I do.”
There were too many men to get jealous, even. I couldn’t focus on one. They were young men, old men, tall and short. Some of the dicks were small and slender, clearly smaller than mine, disappearing entirely from sight into her mouth and not reappearing until he was done. Some were huge; so big only the head was in her mouth while her two hands did the best they could to try to grab around the thickness and stimulate the acres of meaty shaft that would not fit.
At one point I recall, I rubbed myself through my pants, rock hard and dripping. Karen was on sitting back on her heels close to the floor in front of one bench, leaning back to make room for a man to stand up to go, emptied. Karen busied herself licking her lips, fingers, palms, like a cat, retrieving any stray drops, looking dazed and delighted. A tall young man sat on the bench in front of her, eagerly taking the place of the man before. Karen glanced up and her jaw dropped. He had removed his pants and shirt completely and was sitting stark naked, and rising from his lap in his hand was a towering, angry pink absolutely rock hard circumcised cock, unbelievably thick and long. Precum dripped down both sides, making the long, long journey down towards his huge testicles.
Karen hesitated, abandoning her usual rapid, efficient pace, apparently stunned, and just stared, surprised at this monstrous pole placed before her, unsure how to proceed. Her eyes ran up and down its length, partly intimidated and partly delighted. I was reminded that up until two days ago, my modest-size cock was her only frame of reference. Indeed, at that moment, her eyes flicked over to my bench and met my eyes. Shyly, she looked away, but then I saw her eyes came back to me, looking down at my crotch, were my erection was making a small tent in my pants. That little tent had, up until two days earlier, been her only reference point, her only experience. Her eyes returned to the huge cock in front of her, obviously marveling at the wide variation in male anatomy.
At last, hesitantly, she slowly leaned forward and extended her tongue towards the long stream of precum running down one side. She touched it, her tongue flattening against its broad surface, and then slowly licked a long, long slow stroke upwards, all the way from near his balls all the way up the side to just under his cock head, gathering the long line of precum. He groaned.
Karen’s eyes looked up at his face. “Who are you?” she asked, wonderingly.
“I’m Kyle, ma’am.”
Karen looked back at the cock, and now leaned back in and repeated her long lick up the opposite side, gathering the other long line of juice. Her eyes closed momentarily as she licked, enraptured by either the wet taste or by the feeling of the massive solidness pressed against her tongue. I didn’t know.
Now, more confidently, she raised up higher on her knees, and gently took the huge shaft in both hands; her fingers could not reach all the way around it. Kyle groaned again as she began very slowly moving her hands back and forth. She cautiously brought her mouth up to his outrageously large head, and opened her jaw wide, straining wider, and then took it fully into her mouth. She began bobbing slightly up and down, her mouth distended in a painful-looking way, and her motion very constrained by the massiveness inside her.
I marveled again at the change in my wife, and my eyes lifted up to survey the line of fifteen men standing behind his bench, all with their cocks of various shapes and sizes out in their hands, slowly rubbing themselves and watching my wife do her best to blow this huge cock. Each of them obviously excited and lost in their own thoughts of anticipation. I was not the only one staring at those lips. They all held their cocks, watching Karen’s soft lips go up and down on that wide shaft, each obviously envisioning the moment son to arrive to each in turn when they could slide their own cocks between those lips and feel the soft, warm moist inside of her mouth for themselves.
And as each new man joined the line, Karen looked genuinely happy. I mean, like I said, an ejaculation does not really add up to much fluid or nourishment, but thirty ejaculations, now you’re talking about a reasonable amount, maybe 300 milliliters or ten ounces. Probably five times the amount of our water ration.


Afterward, she was somewhat ecstatic. In fact, it only ended because she said she was tired; there were still over a dozen men waiting. She told them she’d get them later. She came and sat beside me and was tired but very chatty and hyper. I thought she’d have something to say about the sexuality of it; how something like that oral gangbang was so far outside her previous world, but all she talked about was the fluid; as if what she had done was entirely non-sexual, like milking goats.
“Oh my God, that was so amazing. I feel so full, like I did after drinking a full glass of milk. Some of them really made a lot. A few duds, though, which is really annoying after all that work to just get a little dribble. I was trying to remember who so I can avoid them in the future. If I could get a drink like that two or three times a day, I don’t think I’d be thirsty or hungry at all.”
And so on. It seemed that all that she was thinking about was the liquid, which is certainly possible; I mean, thirst like that certainly focuses you on matters of life and death and tends to trivialize all other matters that may have once seemed important. But also, to me it looked like part of it was denial. The fact that she never once mentioned the sexual aspect; never said, “I can’t believe I did that” or something similar seemed suspiciously like she was trying not to think about it.

Near dusk, Karen repeated her performance, on a smaller scale; maybe about 15 guys. This time, she pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, exposing her breasts, which of course seemed to really excite the men; her breasts really are perfect, and letting men stare at them while she rhythmically bobbed her head on their cocks seemed like a very potent package. The line moved noticeably quicker.
“Oh man, that was so much better, with my breasts out,” she said, returning to sit by me. “I love how fast it went. Still, a few guys sure took their damn time. God, I hate it when they take a long time. Some of those younger guys, though, as soon as they’re in my mouth, they’re spraying. And big loads too. They’re so sweet.”
She kept talking to me, analyzing it over and over, “Showing my breasts definitely helped. It’s so much more manageable when they come fast. Otherwise, my jaw aches, my lips get sore; such a pain in the neck. I gotta make them spray quickly, for this to work.”
I looked at her quizzically. What did she have in mind? What was she thinking? “What do you mean, ‘for this to work’?” I asked.
“I don’t know, for me to…make it.” She noticed me staring at her uncomprehendingly, and she hesitated. “For me to survive. On their semen.”
I was startled. But, I really hadn’t thought it through. At least, not to the extent that she obviously had. “You really think-“ I started to say.
“Yes.” She interrupted, with a serious look, “Think about it. I was doing the math in my head the whole time I was…when I was…well, that’s probably a soda can worth of ‘juice’. Someone could definitely live on two or three of those a day. At the very least…” she stopped and lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper, “At the very least, so I can survive long enough until there are few enough of us left to live off the fish and water rations.”
It made sense. She had gone through the same mental calculations as I had, but had carried them to their logical conclusion. I was glad in one sense, as her husband, that she’d live longer. But as her husband in another sense, it was hard to accept, even though the days at sea and thirst and fear of perishing do clarify one’s priorities. Nonetheless, I couldn’t allow myself to say anything. I had no idea what was going on in her head. Zero. And I feared that even the slightest comment could completely change the way she felt about herself doing this, and might change her mind; might, well, kill her. I didn’t really understand the way she was handling this mentally, but she seemed okay with it, which was enough for me.


Day 8

That morning, Karen had made up her mind. She had to do this to the best of her abilities, she said. “This is my chance.” She had taken to talking to me like I was a confidant, or a coach, but not a husband. Not knowing what else to do, I passively accepted that role. I was too exhausted and thirsty to do anything else. She had so much energy I found it overwhelming in my exhausted state to talk to her.
But she looked beautiful. She had woken up early, and taken a long swim naked in the warm water to bathe herself, then washed her dress out and spent a long time combing her hair, setting her dress on a bench to dry in the sun, leaving her completely, gloriously and confidently naked. Her beautiful body was by now perfectly tanned and trim from the days in the sun, and I ached as I looked at her, legs stretched comfortably in front of her, wiggling her toes as she sang softly to herself and combed her hair. The long brunette hair fell across her left shoulder and onto her left breast. Her breasts were bare and perfect as her pectoral and shoulder muscles lifted and lowered as she ran the comb through her hair. It was so jarring, in the middle of a boat full of sixty weak, exhausted men, to see her so strong, beautiful, energetic and vibrant. She just shined. She was a goddess. I had an aching erection in my pants.
There was a little toiletry kit in the boat survival kit which no one had touched; nobody had previously given the smallest thought to personal appearance in our dire situation. But the very direness of it seemed to make Karen feel her personal attractiveness was the most important thing. She trimmed and buffed her fingernails and toenails, shaved her legs, and then, to my surprise, she had went to work on her pubic hair. Checking quickly that everyone was still asleep, she had suddenly stood, lifting one leg onto the bench, and began using the little scissors to carefully trim the hairs from the sides in. Her pussy lips were so swollen and inviting, I found myself involuntarily rubbing my erection through my pants. Suddenly, she seemed to change her mind, and switched to the razor, slowly and methodically shaving until she was completely bare. I had never seen her pussy like that; it was devastatingly sexy. Finally, she had pulled the now-dry dress on and sat next to me, looking positively aglow with beauty and sexual energy.
She told me she had decided the “meals” as she said were still taking too long. She was wasting more energy and time “extracting” than she had to, she felt. As she talked in an excited whisper to me early that morning while most everyone was asleep, she interrogated me as to what would make men most excited and come the fastest.
“I know they like when I expose my top. Would they like this?” she said, cupping her perfect breasts in both hands and lightly pinching the nipples into erectness. I felt my own erectness growing. I was surprised that her eyes immediately darted to my crotch.
“Yes, you like it,” she said with a smile. She was developing an uncanny sense of men’s arousal and erections, sensing the slightest bulge or eyes on her. “Okay, good. And what about my legs?” She slid to the floor, and kneeled on the floor. She pulled her dress skirt up, exposing her thighs and looked up ay me. “Do you like them like this? Or maybe…maybe sometimes I could sit somehow, and show my legs. Um… Can you stand up, honey?”
I slowly stood up. She continued to use me as her ‘reference man’, trying to figure out down to the smallest detail what she could do that was the most sexy, the most arousing, that would result in the fastest and easiest ejaculations. Such an odd, odd conversation to have with one’s wife. I knew it made sense – that being and acting sexy would have a concrete effect on how much semen she could harvest, but still, to have your wife ask your opinions about how she could most easily arouse the sixty other men on the boat was a very strange experience.


I was feeling confused, disoriented. Disturbed. I sat by myself in the stern for a while that morning while Karen was “busy”. I was happy for Karen, but also… unhappy. At moments, I couldn’t help but think, what kind of husband am I? That would stand by and let this happen. What must all the other men here think of me, that I just let my wife suck on and drink from the cock of every man in the boat. Every cock except mine, that is.
I just tried to stop thinking about it, and lowered my head, resting with my elbows on my knees and my forehead in my hands.
The old sailor, Stubbs, sought me out and sat down next to me again.
“You okay?” he asked.
I lifted my head and squinted at him. “I don’t know. I guess so. I’ve been better.”
“Listen, let me tell you something…” he began…

What he told me really, really surprised me.

“Is that true?” I said incredulously.
“Sure. Everyone who works the sea knows it. Heard it many, many times. The tales go back hundreds of years. Before Melville. Before Nelson.”
“Really?”
“That’s what they say - every time a lifeboat spends more than a few days out on the open seas, that’s the saying. Everyone comes out of the lifeboat looking dried out and twenty pounds lighter, except the women. If there are women. And when there are women, there’s always much fewer of ‘em than men – nat’rally – since seafaring’s a man’s job. Always twenty, fifty crewmen and maybe one female – a guest, a passenger, the Captain’s wife, whatever.
“And those women - the women always come out of the lifeboats looking healthy, strong - and not thirsty at all. Sometimes they even gain weight, they say. Although no one will usually talk about it later.
‘Hehe, I remember when I was a young sailor, if someone was looking strong, we’d say ‘you look as fit as a woman coming out of a lifeboat’ – ‘open up!’ Hahahaha.” He laughed heartily.
He paused suddenly, glanced at me, then said, “Sorry, sorry. Well, what I mean to say is: What you’re seeing here is not you, it’s not her, it’s just…nature. It just naturally works out that way. Every time. It’s human nature. The women become so desperate for liquid, and men, stupid as they are, are always willing to give it, even if it kills them. I bet it could even be a group of nuns, and they’d end up doing the same thing. The survival instinct. Don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s the way of the sea. Good for her.” He patted me on the shoulder as he stood up. He headed over to stand at the end of the line.


An hour later, Karen was done with “breakfast”. She was very excited. “Oh man, that was so good. And so much easier. Every guy finished so much more quickly. God, I feel soooo good.” She put her hands behind her head, stretching and arching her face up, squinting into the bright blue sky.

During Karen’s second meal, some clouds appeared on the horizon. Figuratively.

Karen’s eyes suddenly darted to one side and froze. She glared, stopped with a cock in her mouth, then pulled her head back so quickly it actually made a “pop” sound coming out of her mouth. Still holding the cock in her hand, a few inches from her face, she began yelling loudly.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled. I followed her gaze to the end of the line. Incredibly, unbelievably, Jason, the young man that she hated so much, whose balls she had squeezed yesterday, was standing at the back of the line. Some people never learn, I thought. He immediately looked terrified and clearly regretted his dubious decision.
“Sorry, I..I… Sorry!” he yelled, and ran back towards his seat. He was clearly scared but also somewhat mystified at his lot of being the only man on the entire boat Karen refused to give a blowjob.
His apology didn’t cool Karen at all. Still on her knees holding some other guy’s erection, she was completely distracted, and continued to yell, “I told you to stay the fuck away from me, you asshole! How dare you stand there, in…in…line?” Obviously, it pained her to say the word, “line” out loud. She was still clearly not well adjusted to the role she had assumed. This inner conflict just made her angrier at the poor boy.
“How dare you! What kind of girl do you think I am!” she yelled at the boy. It was obvious that the irrationality of that question (yelled while holding a stranger’s hard cock still in her hand) was 100% lost on her. She was focused only on this young man, whom she hated with such irrational blame.
“You fucking asshole. You better not come on my side of the boat ever again.” She said this disgustedly, as she began to take the cock back into her mouth. She started mechanically sucking on it, but obviously her thoughts were elsewhere, as she continued to stare over at the young man. Periodically, she interrupted her blowjob to take her mouth off and say some more, since she couldn’t say anything while a dick was in her mouth. She seemed to be mostly saying it to herself.
“Fucking jerk.” She said, then put her mouth back around the cock.
She still sucked on the cock angrily, then pulled off again.
“You stay away from me,” she said, glaring over at him. He, meanwhile, was doing his best to hide from her view; not easy on a lifeboat. She took the cock back in her mouth. As she continued to bob her head up and down with vigor, I saw a tear appear in the corner of her eye. It ran down her cheek. I started to think I might be seeing Karen’s psyche cracking at the seams.
She pulled her mouth off the dick and half-yelled, half-sobbed, “He made me do this!”
Unfortunately, at that moment, the cock began ejaculating. The first spurt hit her in the cheek, taking her by surprise. Her eyes flew wide. “No!” she cried in panic. She instantly snapped her head around and over the end of the cock, swallowing rapidly, and clamped her hand over the glob of semen on her cheek, trying to keep it from dripping onto the floor.
She sat there, staring at the young man she hated so much, and seeming to totter between fury and tears. All the men in line started to look a little guilty, or at least unsure. Most seemed to wilt a bit. She saw this, and looked at them, and then seemed to shake herself.
“No no no, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said.
She smiled at them. “Come on, I’m fine. I want it. I want you all. Please. It’s fine, it’s fine. Come enjoy me.”
And just like that, all the erections seemed to spring up together and solidify again. Men.

Day 9

Terror.

Karen had gone for a swim, along with three other guys, early in the morning. By a bizarre co-incidence, at that same moment, the guys fishing had their biggest luck of the entire time were at sea. They hooked a huge fish, fortunately not on the fishing line, which would have snapped easily, but on their improvised line which happened to be made of thick rope with a twisted piece of steel on the end that they’d bent to make a large hook. The line jerked with unbelievable force, and moments later they saw the fish jump from the water, thrashing its head violently in mid-air. It was huge. Several of the men yelled in excitement, and soon the entire boat ran to watch them fight the fish. It jumped and jumped, and each time some men cheered, others held their breath in nervousness. It was no game, they knew. This fish was big enough to feed the whole boat. Well. Landing this fish could mean the difference between life or death for many.
The fish ran side to side with unbelievable speed, and suddenly veered right towards where Karen and the other three men were swimming. They had been treading water, watching with excitement, and now looked surprised as the fish headed towards them. Karen screamed, but really, she was not in any danger. One of the men with her laughed. Another swam determinedly forward, apparently to position himself to try to grab or help land the fish in some way. The fish was making a terrible racket, splashing and flopping and floundering, slapping the water loudly with his tail in a way that echoed far away.
Just as the fish was getting close to where the one man had swam forward, the unthinkable happened. Out of absolutely nowhere, an unimaginably big set of jaws and white teeth just exploded upwards out of the ocean, snapping shut with a violent boom that was not only loud, but also startlingly deep in a way that made you feel the incredible mass and size of the jaws. The teeth continued upwards with their momentum, completely removing the entire back half of the fish. It was just gone. As the teeth continued upwards, they were followed by the rest of a massive Tiger Shark, swimming so fast that two-thirds of its body came out of the water before falling back in with a deep, resonating boom. A huge splash wave crashed over all of us in the boat watching.
Salt water drenched my eyes. I was blinded and wiped my eyes frantically.
“KAREN!!!” I screamed hysterically, trying to see. “KAREN!!!”
When my vision cleared, I saw four figures swimming frantically toward the boat. The third from the front was Karen. The last was the man who had swam further out to grab the fish.
“HURRY!” I screamed, “KAREN! FASTER!” I looked around frantically, looking for some sign of the shark, which had disappeared completely. Right beside Karen floated the front half of the fish, rolled sideways with blank unseeing eyes. Blood poured from the severed fish, and the water all around Karen was churned red.
“GET AWAY FROM THE FISH!” I screamed. Several others were yelling similar things; it just looked terrifying to see all that blood with people in it and a shark around. Karen was slowing slightly, tiring. Her eyes looked toward the boat and found mine. She stared in wordless terror, her eyes begging me for shelter. I prayed against hope for the shark not to re-appear.
It re-appeared.
In exactly the same way. Only this time, the back half of the man swimming behind Karen is what it seized and removed as it came bursting out of the water. The jaws appeared, and the same boom, and his legs were gone, just gone. The shark crashed back down, knocking Karen dramatically towards us essentially on the crest of the wave. I reached way over, grabbing her hand, and three or four men grabbed my legs, pulling us both back in. She and I stood back up in the boat, looking over the railing, dripping.
Everything was calm. The rope had been broken and they pulled it in. The half of the fish and the half of the man floated calmly, bobbing. Some people reached out with oars to try to retrieve both, but they were out of reach. Both slowly sunk into the sea.
Karen cried and cried. I tried to comfort her. “Craig, I just want to go home! I just want to go home!” she wailed, crying.
“We will, baby, we will,” I assured her.
“No, we won’t! We’re all going to die out here. We’re all going to fucking die out here.”
“No, Karen, we’re going to go home. We’re going to make it.”

After about an hour, her sobs subsided. And over the next hour, a strange calm came over her. She relaxed, slept for a bit, and returned to herself. She seemed eerily in possession of herself and lucid.
“I see it all now,” she said softly to me.
“Hmmm?” I said.
“It’s just a challenge. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a test.”
“What do you mean?” She was talking kind of crazy, but she seemed totally calm and lucid.
“It’s not Jason’s fault,” she said, referring to the boy on whom she’d focused such blame and hate. “It’s not his fault. It’s not the shark’s fault. It just is.”
“I don’t understand, Karen, what do you mean?”
“It’s all the same. It’s just a test. Can you survive. Can you swim, can you live. Why blame Jason, why blame the shark. Everyone and everything just does what they do. And what does morality have to do with it, or with anything? What morality is there out in that salt water? You either survive or you don’t. You either float or you sink.”
I started to understand.
She continued, “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. My whole fucking prissy life, so worried about this rule and that, and what would this person think and what would that person think.”
She actually smiled. She looked at me. “We’re going to survive this, baby. You and me. We’re the lucky ones. I’m going to make it. I’m going to make us survive. I’m so happy. I want to live. I want us to live. Everything else is meaningless. I love you, baby.” She hugged me furiously.
After that, she was fine.
Just fine. She saw it all, and had no hang-ups, no remorse. She even started to enjoy it. She loved life. She loved all the sex. She loved all the men. She loved it.

Day 10

Today they got inside.
Karen was working lying on her back completely naked on a raised table-like area in the stern, having men walk up one by one beside her and putting their cock in her mouth as she turned to the side. Lately, she had taken to working completely naked, and indeed, spending most of the day naked. Her all-over body tan was reaching perfection, and that healthy, toned, taut goddess’ body just shined in the drab environs of our boat, keeping everyone in a constant state of partial arousal. It was very good for business. As she worked with her mouth on one guy, I spied one ambitious young man begin to caress her thigh as he waited his turn, jerking himself with his other hand. Karen didn’t notice or didn’t mind she stayed focused on the cock in her mouth that was nearing ejaculation.
After this initial success, I watched as he boldly began moving his caress higher and higher on her thigh. Soon it was obvious where he was headed, and I almost stepped forward. It was one thing to have her mouth used and open to so many, but her pussy was sacred, it was mine, I thought fleetingly. But, somehow, my feet wouldn’t work. I had grown so accustomed to being passive, I just couldn’t assert myself into the scene. His fingers grazed her labia, and she reacted, lifting her head and looking down with her eyes, but not releasing the cock in her mouth, whose owner seemed obviously about to climax.
The bold young man now began caressing her labia directly, and it was obvious that actually, already, before he’d touched her, she was quite wet. Now, he began spreading this moisture around, running his finger rapidly up and down between her lips. She again lifted up her head and looked down, but seemed reluctant to interrupt her ministrations on the man in her mouth, as he was so close to delivering her moist payoff. Also, her main oral customer seemed very excited by the goings-on; he stared at her pussy getting lightly fingered and seemed to rise towards orgasm. Karen seemed to note this, and spread her thighs further, in an incredibly sexy way, enhancing the show.
Further emboldened, the young man took her lack of objection and her pelvic motion as a green light, and tilted his hand out, pointing two fingers and beginning to insert the tips of them into my wife’s vagina. She flinched, and had an angry look. He head popped off the cock, though she continued to stroke it, and she said sharply, “Stop right there. That’s off limi- “ She stopped suddenly because at that moment a blast of semen hit her squarely in the cheek, splattering loudly and ricocheting onto her shoulder, her hair, the floor.
“No!!” She shrieked, and jerked her head rapidly to the side, engulfing the end of his cock quickly as a second spurt surged partly on her face and lips, partly into her mouth. “mmm” she said, eyes bulging, as she rhythmically began swallowing, taking his long load.
All this time, while the young man had hesitated for a second, he saw his opening, and plunged his fingers deeply into her, working them in and out. Karen still had her mouth around the ejaculating cock; he had caught her in her best moment, her most receptive moment of ecstasy as she joyfully received her wet reward in her mouth. She made her usual groans of pleasure, but they had a different ring to them. She spread her thighs more widely, placing her feet on the surface and lifting up her pelvis into his fingers, now groaning loudly.
The crowd loved it. And even in her state of distraction and excitement, with her radar, I could tell she noticed. Her eyes flicked around at all the men getting unbearably excited seeing her pussy open and occupied. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. A man standing beside the first had been jerking himself slowly, but now, staring at her wide open pussy as she humped up into the other mans’ fingers, he jerked in a frenzied way and started coming. Karen, however, had been watching him carefully, and right as the first man finished his very last spurts, she smoothly transitioned to the new cock, taking the head between her lips just as the first spray was about to launch.
The young man with his fingers in her pussy, he wasted no time. He maneuvered himself between her legs, and while still fingering her vagina, took his good size cock and held it over her pussy, and began slapping it rhythmically against her clitoris area. It hit with repeated, heavy thuds, and I could see Karen reacting even as she was busy receiving the second load. She moaned loudly, and all the men around her seemed to all groan at the same time. This again she noticed, and spied a third man about to have an orgasm. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it from his cock; stopping him from jerking off. He looked at her confused, but she firmly held his hand, not letting him touch himself.
After a few moments, the cock in her mouth had finished its deposit, and she pulled her lips off with an audible ‘pop’, and looked at the man whose hand she still held with an incredibly sexy, inviting stare. “Okay, baby, now you can come. Thanks for waiting for me...”
She engulfed his cock in one motion completely, and he was instantly, instantly ejaculating. I had never seen her receive so many ejaculatory loads in rapid succession, with virtually no break in her swallowing. She was in heaven.
At this point, the man between her legs obviously made up his mind. He pulled out his fingers, retracted his hips slightly, and pushed his cock down with his hand to aim the tip right at her pussy opening. I shivered. This was it. Either I step in now and do something, or my wife was certainly going to get the second, and likely many more, cock of her life inside her pussy walls. This was going too far, I decided. Sure she could take fluid by mouth, but this had no purpose. This was unnecessary. Her pussy was mine, and should belong to her husband. Exclusively.
I stood up and started to make my way over, determined to at least pause this so we could think, talk it over. But, just at that moment, there was kind of a crush going on, as every single man in the boat wanted to watch this insertion about to occur. Several guys shouldered their way in front of me, craning their necks. And I pushed, but could not get around the mass of people. I couldn’t even see.
At last, I lifted up on my tiptoes and was able to see around the people in front of me. At that moment, the man’s cock head was just spreading her wet lips open. It was happening, I thought in a panic. “Stop!” I yelled, but no one could hear me as everyone was making a commotion. He didn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He wanted to go. He pushed, and I was helpless to stop him. He pushed, and I saw my wife’s lips, her recently shaved pussy lips, spreading open under the force of his assault, spreading wider until they completely surrounded the front part of his head. And then they yielded. Wide open, they allowed his head to push completely in. He paused for the briefest of moments as her labia closed around the back edge of his head, sealing him in, then he resume his forward pressure.
Inch by inch, his long shaft began to disappear into my wife. He was taking her. That sacred location, that opening that was only mine, ours, between my wife and me, was being invaded. By some foreigner. His cock was so foreign, with a different shape, different, larger size, different veins and color. I was struck by outrage that this unfamiliar invader had no business being in that ever-so-familiar pussy. But he didn’t mind. He didn’t care how it might offend my sensibilities. He wanted it. And so did she. Shit. I could only watch as he took what he wanted. He wanted his cock in that pussy, and he pushed it in, inch by inch. As it disappeared deep into my wife’s belly, so did my last feeling of ownership of my wife, of jurisdiction over her body. It was gone.
Fully inserted, balls deep in my wife, the young man looked deliriously happy. By this time, Karen had finished swallowing the third ejaculation, and looked down at the man inside her in shock. He began pumping in and out of her in long strokes, and I saw it. Her face. Her eyes fluttered and her head fell back slightly, and her mouth opened. “ohhhhhhh” she moaned. He got more excited and started pumping faster. She reacted in pleasure, but a saw a thought cross her mind. “You’ll come in my mouth, right?” she said to him, her words kind of syncopated by the vibrations of the pumping he was giving her.
“Hmm?” he said, not looking up, focused on pounding her pussy.
“You’ll come in my mouth,” she said, this time more forcefully. “Right?”
He looked up at her. She gave him an imposing stare.
“Yes, yes, okay, okay….I will…I promise…unnnnnh”
“Just pull out and come around to the side when you’re ready, okay?”
“Okay…fuck…fuck.. I think I’m ready… fuck..”
“NOW!!, come up here.”
He reluctantly pulled his cock out and hurried to the side of her head, jerking his cock. She just placed her lips around the very tip, engulfing his peephole opening, and waited as he jerked his own shaft. “Yes…yes…YESSSSS!” He began coming, and his whole cock and balls visibly pulsed under high internal pressure, as Karen’s cheeks bulged and she swallowed quickly and rhythmically. Between her legs, a small shoving match began between men, jockeying for position with each other with one hand as they each held their own erections in the other. One man won out, getting in between Karen’s legs, and he entered her smoothly and immediately as Karen still drank from the previous cock.

It continued for hours. But now, each man partook of her pussy for at least a few moments before moving up and spraying in her mouth. Some men never got the chance, because they were too excited by watching Karen’s hot naked body, splayed on her back, legs apart getting fucked that they just couldn’t wait. Karen LOVED that. Each time a man was about to come, she always sensed it. Her attention was closely attuned to each man in the circle around her.
At one point she pointed to a man in the second row and said, “You! Yes you, come here, baby, wait, don’t do it yet. Come here, baby. Let him through. Let him through! Thank you. Come on, right here next to me.” He shuffled up, a look of overwhelming excitement on his face, and immediately began coming. One spurt landed on her belly before she got her mouth around him. While continuing to suck him, her hand felt around blindly on her skin, finding the smear of semen, and wiping it onto her finger, saving it for later, after he finished.
She got so many extra, ‘effortless’ donations this way, not even touching the men, but just receiving the sperm at the last minute as they could no longer contain their excitement at watching her get fucked. I’ve never seen her so happy.
I could not stop watching. I just took my cock out like all the other men, and jerked on it, unbearably excited by Karen’s unbelievably perfect, tanned body, her spread legs and toes that flexed involuntarily as she wrapped her legs around man after man.





a bit strong content, I know. Too much, just right, or not enough? Like it or hate it? Your answer is the litmus test that says more about you than me, hehe. Thanks for reading, next chapter they run into the other lifeboat with, surprisingly, another female on board. Will Karen regret her behavior, or will she remain the queen bee of the boat, worshipped by all?

[Dager]

"...a bit strong content, I know. Too much, just right, or not enough? Like it or hate it? Your answer is the litmus test that says more about you than me, hehe..."

Just right...hehe

[hkuk]

Just right for me ... now I'm late for work, but what the hell! :-)

[anton]

... now I'm late for work, but what the hell! :-)

Hahaha. Appreciate the dedication! Great, now not only am I corrupting the minds of countless readers, but I'm also having a negative impact on the world economy in lost productivity.