"Thirst" - Chapter six (conclusion)

[anton]

author note - The conclusion. As promised, cream pie being served.


DAY 14

Karen.
Today I just watched Karen. I watched her and marveled. She’d really hit her stride; she’d found her rhythm, and it was awesome to watch. One could not watch and deny that she’d discovered her true gift.

She smiled widely and invitingly and the young man as he stepped forward. “Please, please, please, please, just like I told the last guy. It’s okay for you to put it in me for a while, but you have to pull out and come in my mouth, okay? Promise?” Don’t fuck this up, because I’ll remember. Okay? You’ll remember?”
The man standing over Karen nodded almost terrified. The truth is, she could probably kick his ass. She had grown really strong looking (in a relative way), healthy and tanned and vibrant, while all the men each day looked a little more deflated.
She then started her routine. She leaned back all the way onto her back on a bench, and lifted her feet, pointing her sexy bare toes, reaching down and grabbing her feet in both hands. Then, still holding her feet, she lifted her knees tightly together until they pressed against her breast. At this point, she’d pause, and stare the man in the eye, kind of licking her lips slightly. “Are you ready to fuck me?” she asked in the most devastatingly sexy voice.
At that moment, her shaved pussy was visible, tightly squeezed between her upraised thighs. Once she felt the man’s suspense had been sufficiently raised, slowly, achingly slowly, her knees would begin to part. As she still held her feet, she’d spread her knees, gradually sliding her hands up onto her shins and pulling her terrifically sexy legs apart until she was completely splayed open.
“Okay, baby, come fuck me.” She had mastered the look, the tone, something, that just made the man go crazy. Her ‘routine’ had kind of naturally developed, evolved. She tried many, many little things, little different gestures and body positions and movements, finding one by one the acts that seemed to most quickly generate the highest excitement level in her men. Gradually, over dozens and dozens and dozens of repetitions, she refined these into this ‘routine’, which seemed to get almost every guy to the point of ejaculation in the absolute shortest possible time. She had a few variations, and she rotated them by shifts (meals), so each guy saw something new. Weakened though I was, I couldn’t help but jerk off all day long, watching her, but without coming, per my promise to Karen. She was a goddess.
A few moments after the man leaned over and penetrated her, he seemed so excited he was shaking. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t forget, remember to come in my mouth, baby.” Then, seeing he was well on his way, she turned her attention upwards, where two erect dicks hung in the air above her on either side. She took each in one hand, and slowly milked them. She smiled so sexily at both of them as she got fucked. She made eye contact with the guy on her left, working is his dick slowly and gently with her hand, and said, “Are you ready, baby? Can you believe your dick is going to be in me next, doing just what he’s doing to me? Aren’t you going to love fucking me?”
She had found that proper preparation and teasing of the men in the “on-deck circle” had been a real breakthrough and just about cut her average time per ejaculation in half. As a result, she had really streamlined the process and went through the line shockingly quickly. She was very happy, as now she actually had lots of free time between “meals”, whereas before she had really spent most of the days “working”.
After about 45 seconds, the man between her legs was obviously getting close. She had developed a great radar for this, and whispered in his ear, “Okay, now’s the time baby, my mouth is aching for you. It’s going to feel soo good.” The man quickly lifted up and pulled out and shuffled around to her right side, and the man on her right moved up to stand behind her head, ready to move into the “on deck” left side position. The guy on her left side, sometimes they went straight in, sometimes they waited. This guy obviously could not wait. He immediately lined up and plunged it in her as soon as the space was vacant. She gave him a look, and said, “Jim, right?”
He nodded quickly.
“Okay, you know what to do; don’t come in my pussy, right?”
He nodded again, and was already pumping just as the other cock arrived into her mouth. He began ejaculating immediately, and she smiled around his cock as she swallowed rapidly. Every time, no matter how many times, whether early in the day or late at night, she always had that same smile around the cock as it sprayed its precious juice into her.

However, there were inevitably mistakes.
One young man, almost as soon as he put it in her pussy for the first time immediately starting rabbiting her frantically, grabbing her hips and pumping as fast as he could. I knew instantly he wasn’t going to make it to her mouth. She frantically started pushing on him, yelling, “No, baby, in my mouth! In my mouth!” But he was past hearing, and she felt his first spray inside her. Immediately she stopped pushing on him, intuitively knowing that if he extracted now, he’d spray all over the floor, which was the thing she hated more than all the world. So instead, she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, and, I was surprised, she was not angry at all.
“Okay, okay, it’s okay,” she whispered soothingly in his ear as his whole body strained and flailed as she kept her sexy legs tightly around his hips, holding him deep, deep, inside her as he bucked about wildly, “You made a mistake. It’s okay, just go ahead and come. Just come, baby. It’s okay .” He continued pumping frantically, while she stayed locked around his pelvis, riding him with his cock embedded deep in her pussy. All the while, she continued cooing in his ear, “It’s okay, you made a mistake. Just relax. Just keep pumping it out. Put it all in me. Every drop. Good boy. Just relax.”
Gradually, he calmed down and finally flopped lifeless on her. She waited for a long, long moment, then gently nudged him. “Okay, now get up very slowly, okay? Nice and easy.” She reached both hands under her to under the spot where his cock entered her, trying to cup around it so no fluid could leak out. “Okay, pull it out – SLOWLY!” she almost shouted, and he froze rigidly. She then repeated softly, “slowly, okay?” He very slowly withdrew his hips and stood up, as she still cupped both hands over her pussy. “Yesss,” she purred, “very good. Good boy.”
She motioned with her head for him to come around to her side, and he shuffled obligingly sideways until his dripping wet cock was next to her mouth and she gently engulfed his whole softening cock then pulled back, repeating this a few times until it was completely dry. She smiled very warmly at him. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just don’t let it happen again, right?”
He nodded very earnestly.
“Okay, good. Go sit down.”
As the young man moved swiftly to a seat, she tried to figure out what to do. Both hands were pinned on her pussy. Every time she tried to rotate or roll over, one hand would come off her pussy, and she’d look panicked like she was going to lose some. She craned her neck looking around. “Craig?” She said, searchingly.
“Craig? Can you help me?”
With a sense of foreboding, I stood up to see how she wanted me to help her.

“Craig? Honey?” She said again, craning her neck trying to find me.
“Right here, Karen.”
“Oh, thank god. Baby, can you help me, if I move my hands, I can feel it’ll all come poring out, but I can’t get up.”
I stared at her magnificent naked body. She had one hand in front clamped over her pussy, and one hand under her in back, clamped over her pussy form the other side. Her sexy legs were bent and her beautiful bare feet rested on top of the bench on which she lay. Her nipples were rock hard and her left breast was squished inwards slightly by her arm reaching into her crotch. The other breast rolled slightly outwards under gravity, but very firm. It was all I could do not to rip my pants off and plunge right into her. But boy, I thought, what could possibly piss her off more, with her trying so hard to hold in her precious liquid cargo. Hah.
“Okay…so….what can I do?”
“Um, can you try to push your hand over mine to keep it inside while I sit up?”
“Well, okay,” I said, “but then what? If you’re sitting on my hand how can you get it out?”
“Shit. You’re right. Well, maybe if I roll onto my front, it’ll flow out onto my hand and I can cup my hand and try to catch it?”
“Try?” It came out of my mouth involuntarily. It just surprised me so to hear her say that.
She giggled. “You’re right, baby, it’s taking an awfully big chance of dropping it, but I don’t know what else to do.” I had never known her to be so cavalier with a load of semen. She started pushing down with her lovely left leg, slowly turning herself over towards the right. “Okay, okay, can you put your hand over mine…OK, OK. No wait! Wait. Um… I can’t go any further, can you lift my leg and help me turn over?”
I awkwardly tried to grab her calf and lift. The calf felt so taught yet soft and sexy in my hand. God, her body was perfect. I now had a full-on painful erection in my pants. I lifted a bit more.
“NO!! no wait! Craig, stop!!”
I froze.
She said, shaken, “Oh man, that was close. It almost all came out. Just…just ease me back down. I have to think about this.”
I slowly lowered her, and she eased back onto her back, returning to her very first original position. I sat patiently watching her with my painful erection, just admiring her breasts and slender shoulders and calves and toes and frigging everything about her. She was just so sexy, holding both hands firmly over her pussy. Holding in the sperm. Somehow, the fact that she was filled with some other guy’s come no longer repulsed me. Partly, it was numbness, I’d just seen so much semen over and over and over in the last few days. But…I have to admit, there was more to it. My wife had metamorphosized into the most sexual person I’d ever seen. Every man on the boat was enslaved and enraptured by her, and I was no different. I was one of eighty men in love with her. Partly it was that she was the only strong one, that she looked so good and healthy and all that, but more, she just seemed so…superior. To all the men under her sexual spell, but especially superior to me. The one man whose sperm she wouldn’t take. The one man she wouldn’t satisfy. My erection ached and ached. I just stared at that pussy, under her hands, wanting it so desperately.
Karen followed my eyes and saw me staring at her pussy, as she continued to clamp her hands over it to hold the sperm in. She looked at my gaunt face, and wasting body. Her eyes wandered down to my pants, where she saw my erection painfully tenting out my shorts. Suddenly her face changed.
“Craig…” she said, so quietly, with a sweet, affectionate yet concerned look.
“Hmm?”
“Craig, come here, baby, come down and let me whisper in your ear.”
I briefly looked around; about half the men in the boat were watching, some with their erections out, others just tiredly curious. Self-consciously I leaned down to Karen’s face and turned my ear towards her.
“Baby,” she whispered, “Baby, I love you, please do something for me, okay?”
I nodded.
“Baby, you eat it, okay? Please, my love?”
I quickly lifted my head and turned towards her face so I could look in her eye. I paused…paused…and then shook my head tersely. “Mm-mm. No,” I said as quietly as I could.
She just smiled even broader and more sweetly. “Craig, honey…My love… don’t you love me?”
I nodded emphatically.
“You do, right? And…don’t you want to live? ….For me?”
I paused a long time, then nodded again.
She smiled so lovingly at me, so nurturingly for a long time, then kind of indicated with her head that I should bring my ear closer. I did, and she whispered in my ear, “Then do this for me.”
I acquiesced and nodded.
She hesitated, smiling, then continued, “Thank you baby. If you do it, and eat this, I’ll make you come, too, okay? I’ll swallow your sperm, just this one time.”
Now, I nodded much more emphatically.

Slowly, hesitantly, I kneeled between her widely spread legs. And first, I just looked. Her inner thighs were as perfect and feminine and sexy and soft-looking as I remember them. From before. From back before, back when we were just a married couple, just a husband looking at his wife’s inner thighs just like normal husbands do all over the world. They looked just the same. So familiar. It calmed me some, to know that though everything had changed, our lives had changed, our marriage had changed, Karen had changed; it calmed me to know that these thighs, these exquisite thighs had not changed. They were so very reassuringly familiar. I noted the familiar small birthmark where her left thigh met the underside of her knee. Further up, a saw the small, perfectly circular brown mole right at the edge of her vulva on the left side. That mole was also so familiar, so filled with memory.
Then, I saw something completely unfamiliar. Something foreign. Very foreign, not just in the sense of being unfamiliar, but in the sent of being ‘from elsewhere’ and decidedly not native. Not from around here.
Cream.
Her crack was completely, totally filled with it. It formed a solid white line, suspended between her lips, running all the way down her crack, over her anus and down between her butt cheeks. As she breathed and moved slightly, her crack ever so slightly squeezed and relaxed, making the cream ‘breathe’. It pushed ever so slightly outwards, then retreated slightly inwards between her folds.
It took my breath away. Partly, it just looked invasive. Like coming home and finding a burglar in your living room. An interloper. An invader. But, partly, it just looked sexy. Looked sexual. It screamed, “sex”, and as I looked, I felt it in my stomach and then…then…in my groin. In my cock. And the instant I thought about my cock, it awoke. Like a storm. A that instant, I felt blood rushing, screaming into my crotch, filling my shaft so, so suddenly. Oh man. I was so fucking hard so quickly.
And as my cock hardened in my pants, it felt squeezed by the material, and this squeeze was so pleasurable, and the pleasure, in turn, brought on that familiar rush of all-body sexual thrill. Brought on sexual thinking. And that thinking made the cream in my wife’s crack seem to cry out to me. I stared at it with my hardon pulsing, and the sight of that cream screamed at me. It screamed, “Your wife just got fucked! Your wife just got fucked!”
And it was foreign. “Another man! Not you. Your wife just got fucked by another man!” And the cream was there to prove it. It was beautiful. And, one more thing. Above all. Shocking, to me, it had the one quality I valued most in all the world:
It was wet.
I was now shaking, I was so excited. I had expected that I would be very hesitant about actually making contact, but I wasn’t. I was so turned on and desired that pussy on my mouth and that come on my mouth, and to my surprise, I just dove in. With joy.
I stuck my tongue out and plunged in. The indescribable delight of total, utter wetness merged with my cock’s pulsing and all-body sexual excitement. It was the complete experience. I lapped, all up and down the crack, swallowing and drinking and drinking and swallowing. Her labia were so unbearably soft and full and sexy and MOIST! It was everything I wanted in one place. My wife, my beautiful, feminine wife, wide open, giving up her most precious private parts. Giving them up to me. Second. After another man. After another man had left everything he wanted to leave there.
I licked and licked, then, as the crack was clean, plunged my tongue deeply into her vagina, with each tongue thrust trying to coax out more and more cream from deep inside her hidden private depths. Private depths that he had just as deeply invaded and made his deposit in my wife.
It only took a minute or two, and I stood up leaving her perfectly clean and feeling…good. That afterglow of having just swallowed moisture, like after taking our water ration. The moment that our days were built around, either anticipating or remembering it. I felt good.
Karen smiled at me with total happiness. “Time for you, baby,” she said warmly. She beckoned me up, and I took the standard position that dozens and dozens of men had that day, standing on her left side in front of her mouth. I unzipped and let my pants fall to my ankles, and my erection popped up rock-hard in her face. I could not believe how exciting it was to see my naked cock only inches from this beautiful woman’s face. It was almost surreal; that a desire so intense could be fulfilled. My mind wandered, thinking suddenly – this was what it was like! This is what all those dozens and dozens of men experienced, repeated hundreds of times. They all felt like I did right at this moment, holding their naked cocks in front of this beautiful face, disbelieving that they were about to get everything they could possibly want from her. I was no different. I was one of eighty.
Karen, following pure habit of repetition took me fully in her mouth in her standard manner, and began deliciously bobbing up and down on my cock. She was giving me pure heaven. Just like all those other men. The thought again careened through my brain. It had felt just like this to all those men, those rivals. That softness, the feminine wetness. The pleasure. She had given them all pleasure. Like this. I started coming. Karen smiled, her eyes glowing at me. She had the exact same rapturous look that was so familiar as she took a moist load from a man. Her face was the same. I shot and squirted and pumped my juice into her, so excited and happy to be one of those eighty men that got to do this that day.

Day 15

The next day is when I passed out. I was sitting a few feet away from where Karen was on her knees, and last thing I remember I was turning my head to see her ass, and then nothing. I woke up lying on the floor with Karen’s face over me crying, almost in hysterics. The men in ‘line’ had all sat down by that time, I saw, and she cradled my head in her lap. “Oh, God, Craig, you’re so weak. I’m so scared.” Her hair fell like a curtain around my face, and I looked into her face and felt like I was in heaven. “Baby, this is stupid. Just so, so stupid,” she was in the middle of saying when I passed out again.
As I came to, she had gone. I was lying alone on the floor. I was about to lift my head to look for her, but then I faded again. Then, she was kind of shaking me, jostling my head accidentally as she tried to, as gently as she could, I’m sure, approach me and ease her legs under my head so she could cradle it in her lap again. Again, I looked up into her beautiful face as her hair rained around me, deliriously happy. Literally. She had an odd expression with her mouth pursed, but smiling and with warm, warm, eyes, looking at me so lovingly. She ran her hands over the sides of my face and head, caressing me sweetly inside the private tent of her lovely hair cascading around me. I smiled, just in heaven. Slowly, she lowered her lips to mine in a delicate kiss, and I opened my lips to meet hers. And the kiss was magical; it sent a thrill through my whole body. And so, so ,so wet. An incredibly, incredibly wet kiss. And to me, in my thirst delirium, wetness and heaven were concepts so close to each other as to be almost indistinguishable. Wetness was all I wanted, all I thought about. My head gradually cleared, and still she held the kiss, open-mouthed, and..and..I swallowed. It was jarring because it felt like I had not swallowed in days. And there was an indefinable, unfamiliar taste in my mouth. Not bad. Far from it, because it was wet, and wetness and good were indistinguishable to me. Indisinguishable. As were dryness and bad.
And then it hit me. Sudden understanding. I tried to sit up, but I had not the strength, and she held me down easily with just the weight of her lips. And, oddly, I just relaxed. So what? I thought. It was sperm. It was someone’s semen she had just fed me mouth-to-mouth. So what? It was wet. What else mattered? It was deliciously, life-affirmingly wet. I loved it. I loved her. I just kissed and kissed her hungrily, putting my arms around her and loving every part of her and her wet lips. My angel. I swallowed again.
After that, she decided I needed serous care. All morning, she made me eat every load she got, whether it was deposited in her mouth or in her pussy. Towards evening, she started just letting the guys decide themselves. If they wanted to come in her pussy, then she let them, and then had me drink and lick it out. If they wanted to come in her mouth, she just swallowed it herself. Soon, I was…comfortable… with it. I got to put my tongue on her beautiful pussy, and that was reward itself. And, by the end of the day, I felt stronger. Noticeably stronger.

Day 16

All day, Karen had decided, we stuck to that pattern. And all day I grew stronger. I even decided to take a swim in the afternoon to cool off. Even after the shark incident, people soon went back to swimming again. Without the splashing and deadly attraction of the flopping fish, it was deemed quite safe. There were actually two shark experts on board and they both agreed. It was wonderful. Floating on my back, looking at the beautifully blue sky checked with wispy white clouds; I hadn’t felt so positive and happy since I could remember.
As I climbed back over the stern wall into the boat, I heard Karen’s voice, only a few benches away.
“You’re next, Duncan baby, are you ready for me, honey? Come around to my left, okay? Can you get around behind Jeremy? Good. C’mon. A little more forward…good, baby, good. Okay, put it in me…”
I looked and she was again on her back on the little table, surrounded by men. Her body looked just perfect, naked and magnificent, dark against the bleached surface. Her arms and legs were wrapped around a man faced away from me, pumping her, while her head was sideways sucking on a cock. Her breast bounced slightly with each thrust in the most delicious way. Her toned legs bent around the man’s hips, holding him in tightly, her ankles crossed behind him. Agnes was right beside her, on her knees. Three men stood before her, waiting for Karen. Three erections were out. Agnes had the middle cock in her mouth, and each cock on either side in her hand, working all three men slowly and sensually. All three were groaning in excitement, all had their eyes locked on Karen’s reclined form, watching her get fucked.
Agnes and Karen had come to an armistice, and worked out an arrangement where Agnes could be Karen’s “fluffer”, and get the men nice and ready so they came quickly once inside Karen. It actually was very effective, and the lines moved much, much quicker than either could accomplish alone. In return, Agnes got to of course keep all the pre-cum she got, and about every fifth or sixth guy, Karen would pull her mouth off moments before he came, moving to the side so Agnes could quickly wrap her lips around the tip and take the meal, while Karen licked his shaft and balls from the side.

The man between Karen’s legs was a tall, young guy with a long, arching thick cock that was pumping in long strokes in and out of her. But quickly, it was obvious he had only moments more to go.
“Ohhh, Goddd, oh god oh god….should I come in your mouth?”
“Ummmm…” Karen said, craning her neck around, “Is Craig back in the boat?”
“I’m right here, honey,” I said.
She turned her head up to look at me upside down and smiled. “Good, good, how was your swim, honey?”
The man fucking her interrupted. “Please, please! Where, where? Should I come in your mouth?”
Karen tuned quickly back to face him. “Oh! Sorry, sorry.” She smiled at him as he pistoned his cock into her faster and faster, the shocks traveling up her spine as his pelvis slapped into her between her wide open legs. She made a quick faux-pouty face at him. “Ohhhh noooo…poor baby, do you feel like you’re going to come?”
“Yess! Yess! Tell me! What should I do? Where should I spray it?”
“Anywhere you want,” she said with the broadest, most comforting smile.
“Your pussy! Your pussy! In your pussy. I want to come in your….your…ah…aaahhh…..aaaaahhhhhhh!” He thrust his pelvis dramatically forwards, pulling back with his hands under Karen’s knees, and held it in as deep inside her as he possibly could for a second or two, almost frozen and every muscle tense as he came, then quickly pumped out and back in, again holding it for a few seconds. He continued this odd pattern through his entire orgasm as Karen placidly lay on her back, gently urging him along, her incredibly sexy legs wrapped gently around his lower back.
“Ohhh, that’s a good boy…just pump it all in me..yes, yes…Put every drop inside me. Just come. Just come. Good boy, good.”
Gradually, like a steam engine de-pressurizing, his whole body slowed then relaxed.
“Okay, Craig, are you ready?” Karen said as the man stepped away. I dropped to my knees quickly and per her usual habit, she lifted her knees up and then rested her feet on my shoulders as I leaned in. A large dollop of cream had hit her inner right thigh and it began to ooze downwards. I quickly lunged forward with my tongue out and caught a point about an inch below it, flattening my tongue against her sweet, unfathomably soft sin of her inner thigh, and then licking firmly upwards in a long stroke until I reached the glob, then continued another two or three inches upwards to make sure I swept every bit of it onto the top side of my tongue.
Then, I went in. Her creamy crack was full. Oozing. I started at the very bottom, below her anus, pointing my tongue in and pressing in hard to form a good seal, then began sweeping upwards, over her dark pucker, catching the cream that had collected there and sweeping it upwards. As I reached the vagina, my tongue was full, so I pulled it up and out and into my mouth, swallowing a full wet satisfying mouthful that reminded me of the fist big lick of a melting ice cream cone, where you try to catch it all before it runs onto your hand.
Then, with freshened tongue, I went back down to her anus and started up again, passing over the vagina with my squeegee all the way up to her clit, by which time I had again a full tongue and again closed my mouth around it and swallowed. As I did, the tip of my tongue flicked her clit, and she let out a gentle sigh.
After the initial tidying up, I dove into her creaming vagina hole, a white circle, locking my lips around it to try to seal and suck out what I could. I pressed my tongue through and into it, and was rewarded by a sudden outflow of cream as my tongue displaced the volume inside.

I felt a hand touch my ass and slide down and up between my legs, grasping my package through my shorts.
“Let me help a bit,” I heard Agnes’ voice at my side as she squatted down beside me, her arm reaching back and under me. Turning her head up towards Karen’s face, she added, “Don’t worry, I won’t make him come. I can tell.” She began rubbing deliciously up and down my shaft through my shorts. I was again stunned at the skill of her fingers as pleasure flooded my entire groin area.
Karen did a partial sit-up, lifting her back up off the back then sitting back on her elbows as she watched me shoving my tongue as deeply as I could into her pussy, trying to pull out every drop of the man she had called Duncan’s cum. Her eyes wandered to my face, watching my attentive and diligent licking as I looked back into her gaze, then I saw her eyes wander to my body, which by now was clearly stronger and less gaunt. “No…” she said in a drawn out slightly teasing voice. “Nooo…I think it’s okay.”
“Hmm?” Agnes said quizzically, glancing up at Karen.
“Hmm?” I said, though still licking earnestly as my eyes stared questioningly at Karen’s face.
She smiled at me knowingly, then said, “Nooo, I think it’s okay. He’s looking good. He’s been good. He had twenty-two…no, twenty three today, and I can already see the difference.” She reached both hands down to both cheeks and held my face affectionately as I licked and licked her pussy. She was even starting to react a bit, lifting up and pushing her pussy into my face. “Mmmmm…ohmmm” she said softly enjoying the sensation. “Mmmm…no, it’s okay, he’s been good. He’s a good boy…ooohhh…oooh…”
I stared intensely at her while licking firmly and quickly.

“He can come,” Karen said.

A shock ran through me.
“Really?” I asked, deliriously happy, but not yet believing.
Karen nodded and smiled, “Yes, you can, baby.”
“Really?” Agnes said, with a hopeful look on her face, “Can I…”
Karen looked over at her and nodded. “Yes, you can have it Agnes.”
A look of delight flashed over Agnes’ face. “Thank you! Oh, that’s so nice. Thank you, thank you,” she said as she quickly dropped to her knees and sat on the floor then began to slide under me. Her hand gently caressed the skin of my neck as she scooted under me on her butt and other hand. As her mouth passed next to my ear, she said softly, “Let’s make it a big one, okay?” I again marveled at how her voice rippled through my body, giving me goosebumps and making my balls feel fuller just from the sexy sound of her voice. She almost instantly had me out of my pants and engulfed in her, warm, soft, and incredibly talented mouth.
I looked back up at Karen while still licking deeply between her labia, still getting enough of a little bitter taste on each lick that I knew there was still more semen to coax out. She smiled lovingly at me. As Agnes unleashed all her tricks on my cock, my balls, with her mouth, her hands, I just stared at Karen, worshipping her as I rose towards orgasm. Worshipping this sexual goddess who ruled with such benign affection for all. Ruled over the whole boat, ruled over Agnes, ruled over me. I worshipped her. I loved her. I came.

Day 17


The helicopter came the next day. At first it was a flea on the horizon, and then, startlingly quickly, in what seemed like just a series of instantaneous flashes, the helicopter was over us, then we were near the towering side of a ship, then we were in a jet, then in a hotel, then, most jarringly, back in our kitchen. Alone. Karen and I.
She and I spent practically the entire first day home on stools around the granite island in the kitchen with a sink, turning the faucet on and off, watching that beautiful, pure, clear, cold water flow and tumble on command into the basin.
And while I expected Karen to be a completely changed woman, she didn’t. She wasn’t. She…refused. Once it was clear we were going to make it, going to survive, she took it all – all of it – and put it in a box, and sealed the lid and never again let it out. Put the goddess in a box.
We never talked about it. Not once. We just returned to our original lives. She was the same, conservative, slightly prudish young woman, with the same, slightly stuffy group of friends. Everything was exactly the same. Except her lips. I mean, they looked exactly the same, but they didn’t look the same. I stared at them. I stared and stared. Every time she ate. Every time she drank. Every time she was near me. I silently stared at those full, beautiful lips that had once known thirst.

THE END





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[Dager]

AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was truly an awesome story.

Thanks.

[hkuk]

Thoroughly enojyed reading that ... you have a brilliant narrative style. Well done.

[anton]

Thank you thank you, very gratifying to get your response. I have to admit, as I read these again I totally laugh at myself and the admitted ridiculousness of taking a story that is basically an oral gangbang, and then trying to insert drama and character arc, and all these other writerly obligations. So incongruent. I just can't help it. It's like as I read I can hear the author's left brain and testicles at war with each other, each trying to control the plotline. Hahahaha. Brain: "she needs a close encounter with mortality so she can gain perspective and take ownership of her sexuality" Testicles: "She needs more and bigger cocks in her pussy". Hahaha.

[sexme]

Nevertheless, wonderful writing. I could see it and smell it and taste it - both his semen and his sexual domination. Fuck my wife, fuck my wife you big-dick stud and his final deep thrust and hot spurting into the center of your sex ecstasy and now making love to your sweet spermy pussy.