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By the way, gentlemen and ladies, let us start a trend. This year is "twenty-oh-four."
Nineteen-oh-six, nineteen-oh-eight, we say, don't we? And do you really imagine that by the time twenty-twenty-seven (2027) rolls around, we'll be saying "two thousand twenty-seven?" No. Get over the millenium thing, already, it's twenty-oh-four.
Okay.
This was written in response to a German woman who had a dream. I wrote it based on what she told me about her dream, and she likes it pretty well.
It has not been posted here yet, because my editors have not responded with their edits. I thought they would have, and then I could link to it, but they haven't. So it isn't eben submitted. But this means you can make a difference.
Here it is-- "Yacht Club"
Sailing Club-- the blackmail
Andrea stepped quietly outside, to the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness.
She stowed the towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They asked for her so often! Didn't they understand he only had to wake up once to give it all away?
I can't keep doing this! There has to be a way! she told herself, but the brick wall was still there. Jürgen would never understand. He was such a trusting man! Andrea treasured him that way; she had to keep him that way.
Her dive cut the water in perfect form, making little noise. The salt water liberated her body from gravity, and the feeling cleared her mind for a few precious seconds. She came to the surface meters from the Kriemhild and oriented on the lights of Gerhardt Franck's vessel. Strongly she swam toward it, dread reappearing as a knot, forming in her belly.
She was being asked to do more and more degrading things, now. They exercised their power ruthlessly. But here she was, doing it again.
Fear and worse than fear dominated her so very much these days. They are animals! she told herself, momentarily angry again. She took a grip on the lowered ladder of the Monika Franck and hauled herself gracefully up. Gravity returned, she streamed with water and the lights of the yacht cabin exposed her against the black Adriatic.
Her hair sat heavy on her shoulders as she set foot on deck and wiped the seawater from her eyes. When she opened them again, two Turkish towels slapped her face, and she was looking at the naked, portly body of that animal Kaspar. She took the towels quickly.
"Get that off and come to the cabin, sow."
"Selbstverständlich," Andrea replied. She found them all disgusting, sometimes, but Kaspar she detested as you would a slug on your lips. His sandbag ass wagged off to the ladder and he descended inside. She could hear him laughing and telling the others she had arrived.
Crying, but rushing, she removed the maillot and toweled herself off. She had to be fast, or they would punish her first. Possibly they would anyway. Hell could be no worse than this.
She descended in her turn, naked and damp, into the cabin of her father-in-law's sleek Herreshoff. Teak and brass gleamed in the lamplight, four naked men leered at her. Tittering, Kaspar came forward with a long bunch of hair in one hand and a bottle of lubricant in the other.
"Turn so they can see and bend down, sow. You are about to be promoted-- to a jenny ass!" He laughed unpleasantly and uncapped the bottle.
Andrea turned away and leaned on the bottom stair. At Kaspar's order, she spread her legs, and then three fingers went up her pussy, brutally, and twisted a while. "Nice cunt," Kaspar remarked. The fingers retreated and she stood there a long moment as lube dripped slowly and not always accurately onto her anus. The men made rude jokes. Heinrich Gauss proposed they sodomize her first, but Fritz pointed out that everyone could fuck her ass later on. Andrea sobbed in humiliation, but stood still. Kaspar's fingers agitated her pussy lips again.
"Andrea, you ought to relax that asshole!" he warned. A smooth knob, like plastic, came up against her anus and pushed inward. She tried to relax to accomodate it, but he twisted and pushed too hard and fast, and it hurt her going in. The roomful of men cheered and laughed. She felt the long hair touch her thigh. "Stand up, little ass! Du Eselchen!"
She straightened and felt herself behind. The plug in her ass had a pony tail hanging from it. They laughed again, some of them. "On your hands and knees, now, Andrea," Gerhardt said. "I want you to suck me while Kaspar is punishing you." Her husband's father placed himself before her, kneeling, and held his cock up, gesturing for her to come take it.
Kaspar picked up a paddle and slapped his palm with it. "Don't imagine the tail will protect you! Your ass will be quite red before I get done!"
"Na klar!" laughed Heinrich, "Very red!"
Her shame, her fear and her loathing tightened her stomach more; she was almost made sick by it, and yet she knew she would have orgasms, many of them. That made it so much worse afterwards, when she would feel the awful guilt, looking in her husband's trusting, proud eyes.
She crawled to Gerhardt and sucked him. Fritz handled her breast as the first slaps hit. "Ahh, you bitch, suck me," breathed Gerhardt. "I have a great appetite tonight."
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It had been her introductory night at the sailing club, the night she would meet them. Jürgen had been happy to be able to join the sailing club at last; he had made her anticipate it, too.
Their summer would be spent with some of them on the coasts of Italy, Sardinia, Montenegro and Serbia, sailing together, and the next year they planned the Greek Islands and Crete. It was wonderful to see Jürgen so stimulated. They had trained joyfully on the Bodensee for this summer to come, and she felt ready to act the role of a responsible crew.
But when the evening came, the sendoff party, Jürgen had one of his migraines. He'd seen it coming when his vision doubled and the dizziness began, but he'd been on the highway and didn't get to his pills soon enough. The poor man's head was splitting, lights made his eyes hurt; he appeared to Andrea to be in terrible pain in every line of his body. She helped him to bed.
She knew all the details of the planned voyage as well as he did, though. She could go without him. A group of middle-aged yacht sailors could not make her feel any nervousness. She wanted to take the measure of their wives and girlfriends, too. Quietly she kissed Jürgen's cheek. She loved him so!
Arriving at the waterfront, she had presented her pass and parked in the club's lot. She looked crisp and elegant in the unbleached linen dress and the bone pumps. Her confidence carried her happily into the banquet hall.
A little Italian college girl in her uniform poured her an armagnac at the little bar. Introductions went on constantly, but she was keeping them in order. Although she was meeting most of them for the first time, she knew some of the names already. Her new husband's father was a member, for example.
The hall was nautical, rather than opulent, and the Riviera's sultry heat was dissipated by its openness to the onshore breeze. Everyone seemed friendly, if reserved.
As the evening progressed, she felt included in the camaraderie of these men and women who had done so much traveling together. Especially friendly was her father-in-law, who took her on his arm like a don and introduced her himself to those in the club who were closest to him.
He said he was proud of her. "Such a beauty, and so sensible! You will be very good for Jürgen," he said. He was, of course, Bavarian. They stood close, Bavarians, when they spoke to you, but she hadn't expected him to put his hands where he did. But he did it with a sunny smile, and he was more open and joyful than she'd ever seen him, so she tolerated his familiar touches without complaint. It is good to have the family's approval, and they were on the Italian Riviera!
After the meal-- "the Italians will never do veal like the Germans can," her father-in-law had said, leaning close, palming her hip again-- they went up to the ballroom, where there was a bigger bar, and dancing. Here the breeze was not permitted.
The men removed their jackets and she danced with many of her father-in-law's friends, and with him. He made certain her glass was full, and he kept taking the most extraordinary liberties with her when they danced! She eventually had to chide him, but he laughed and pleaded the heat and the esteem he felt for her. His friends did the same, she was dancing constantly when not drinking.
Then her foot slipped, she was caught by Kaspar just in time to keep from falling. So embarrassing! But they were so good about it! The men gathered around and helped her to sit. Her father-in law massaged her leg, saying a sprain would be kept from swelling if it was massaged quickly enough. Kaspar got her another drink.
They stroked her and fussed over her. It seemed suddenly that most of the group was gone and the five of them were alone but for the bartender. Fritz-- dear Fritz!-- tipped him to go home. She was kissed. Jürgen's father massaged up her thigh and gave a nod. She downed the drink and suddenly was lifted by six strong arms!
"Gerhardt!" she squealed, "Stop that!"
"You will have a swollen ankle if this isn't done properly," he replied, and he pulled the pantyhose off while the rest held her up in the air, laughing. She laughed, too.
"But you took everything, Gerhardt!"
"Ja!" he cried, lifting her panties up, "I did!" The men roared with laughter. "Boys, you must put her down!" he cried. To her he said, "Kneel, now!" with no explanation. She did that, and three of them closed in behind her, taking her by the shoulders. She tipped her head back to ask what this was for, and Kaspar kissed her, wiggling his thick tongue into her mouth when she opened it to protest.
Hands felt her breasts! Her zipper came down in back! The linen dress went down to her elbows and more hands pushed down the bra straps, but hard hands held her still despite all she could do.
She came loose from Kaspar's kiss, gasping. Gerhardt had opened his trousers! He stood in front of her, grinning, his cock an inch from her face. "Open your mouth, Liebchen," he said. Her breasts came free of the bra, rude hands were all over her naked chest and neck, and Kaspar held her head between his meaty hands.
Gerhardt's cock passed into her mouth, and he grunted in his pleasure.
A flash went off! Someone had taken a picture! Her protests were muffled by the stroking of hard meat in and out of her mouth.
Gerhardt fucked her face and laughed. Kaspar giggled. Some of the others were removing their trousers altogether. Fritz had an enormous cock! Gerhardt told her to suck. "I don't like to do all the work!"
She closed her lips on it and sucked. She gave him her tongue, and he called her precious and delightful. Her head swam with the drink.
"You will have us all, Andrea, including this"-- Fritz waved the huge cock at her-- "in that wonderful pussy of yours!" They all laughed again, and she smiled a slutty smile, just as another flash came from the opposite side.
Heinrich had the camera, and he passed it to Kaspar and took down his trousers and shorts. Heinrich was young and very rich, perhaps the most wealthy of the group. He stepped in and claimed her mouth from Gerhardt. She turned and sucked the younger man's cock, and Kaspar caught the action on film. Gerhardt stroked her cheek with the end of his, up and down on the silky face.
"Stop taking pictures!" she said indignantly. Everyone assured her they wouldn't do it again. Kaspar made sure she could see he was passing the camera to Fritz. She took Heinrich into her mouth again, and freed her arms.
"Take it in your hand, please, Andrea," Fritz asked, and she did.
Gerhardt slapped her cheek again with his, so she gripped that one, too. Three cocks! She'd never done anything like this. The men called her pet names; they were appreciative and reassuring. Kaspar stroked her breasts from behind.
"You should move from one to the other, Liebchen, so that we will stay even!" Gerhardt's idea sounded reasonable in her hazy state, so she released Heinrich and licked the end of Fritz's big pole appreciatively before stuffing it into her drunken mouth. Kaspar's came to her hand and Heinrich came around and knelt to suck a breast.
They were most polite at first, taking turns nicely and complimenting her on how pretty her breasts were and how well she could suck. But they moved inexorably closer to coming! The atmosphere became charged, men grunted, their cocks pushed greedily at her, they pumped in her hands and mouth, they pushed against her cheek.
She was sucking Kaspar when it happened. The man dropped down on his knees, so that she bent forward. Heinrich and Fritz captured her shoulders to take her weight, and she let go of Fritz's cock to drop a hand to the floor. She glared up at Kaspar's flushed face, scowling, but kept on bobbing her head on his short fat cock.
Suddenly, Gerhardt pulled her linen skirt up into a bunch around her waist, and the two men beside her pulled her toward Kaspar and forward. On hands and knees now, with her naked hips exposed, she felt the questing tip of her father-in-law's cock at the door of her pussy.
"Nein! Das sollst du nicht! Das darfst du nicht! You shouldn't! You mustn't!" she said, and she let everything go and whirled angrily on Gerhardt, eyes flashing, all at once feeling very sober and scandalized.
"But I think that I will, my dear," calmly said Gerhardt. "You would hate for Jürgen to see those photos, now wouldn't you? Or your mother?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, yes, I would!" Kaspar said. He laughed. "It would be fun to see his face, I think!"
"Just get back down on all fours, like a good girl. We will all fuck you and then you can go home," Heinrich said persuasively.
"No one will have to know if you just do us nicely," Fritz added. "Even the bartender is gone. It's only us."
"Please. Bitte sehr, Liebchen! It's only sex," Gerhardt said. "Everyone does that! And we will keep your secret."
"But we have the pictures if you say no!" leered Kaspar.
"Well?" Heinrich prodded.
"All right. I'll do it."
"Good!" Gerhardt beamed. "Right, boys?" They all agreed, and held their cocks up again for more. "Lie on the rug, here, so you can use your hands, that's the way. Give me your legs, I'm first in your pussy. You were sucking Kaspar? That's a good girl, now take the others in your hands."
He slid his cock into her very wet pussy while Kaspar giggled and fucked into her mouth. Things got very businesslike after that, and the camera flashed over and over. But she came.
She came a lot; the entire night was very exciting-- cocks everywhere, slamming into her pussy, twitching on her tongue and spurting seed into her drunken throat. They filled her hands, they stuck into her body.
Everyone laughed and swore and came, came all over. She had a very good time, and they all fucked her as long as they could still do it.
The shame came later, in a great wave while she was trying to find where Gerhardt had thrown her panties, when she heard Kaspar laughing with Fritz about her. Her pussy ached in a way that no woman can know who hasn't been the center of a gang fuck. It felt good, that ache. She tingled with the memory of her endless comes, and burned with remorse for her poor husband. What would it be like now, to travel with these people all summer? How could she face them, after this?
Heinrich met her at the door of the ladies', as she was ready to leave.
"You were wonderful, Andrea," he began.
"Please, don't talk to me, I must go home. My poor husband--"
"But we have ruined the linen. You must buy a replacement; here, accept this. I loved your body and especially your mouth-- Please. I must finish.-- but I did not intend that you should have your clothes ruined. Please. It is just money; I have too much. I want you not to hate us too badly."
She made no move to take it, so he tucked it into her bag. She ducked her head and moved past him into the open air and the car, and then home.
It was over.
And then the 'phone calls began. She would have to come and do it again, to Heinrich's yacht, to Gerhardt's yacht, over and over. And they were no longer so kind or so gentle, no, indeed. She had to sneak out and let them have her, and later, they had her swim over at night, during the tour, wherever they dropped anchor.
Genoa, then Elba. Napoli, then Messina, Catania, Taranto, Dubrovnik, Bari-- in port after port, she would leave her husband's side and swim across to another boat to be passed around by these men.
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"Enough for a moment, Kaspar, she's sucking me!" growled Gerhardt.
"I want her pussy besides," Fritz said. "Put her on the bench like before!"
"All right!" Kaspar said. He lowered his paddle. "She's bruising anyway. Come, Herr Franck, I want her mouth next."
"I'll take her right where she is," Fritz announced. He dropped to a knee, inserted and knelt behind her. Taking her hips, he jammed his large cock into her pussy. It bumped her womb and she only took part of it, but he hauled back on her hips and forced her to stretch.
For Andrea, Fritz's assault caused the first sexual excitement of the evening. She always responded to the feel of the long, thick monster stretching her. Damnably, it affected her more the more brutal he was.
Because he was made to stop, even Kaspar's paddling just added a heat and a tingle to the feeling. That cock! God, it was so animal!
Her eyes slitted; she swirled her tongue around Gerhardt. He tasted good to her now with Fritz's cock meat sliding in such long strokes, strumming the lips of her wide-open pussy and shoving so uncompromisingly at her womb. Heinrich was playing with her breasts.
They dangled straight down and swayed with every slap of Fritz's brutal rape. The younger man's soft fingers played over her nipples, his hand stroked her back and her flanks. She could feel his cock, already hard, poke and slap at her ribs when he reached across her body or onto the upper swell of her ass cheeks.
Sensation built upon sensation; Andrea was approaching her first come, and it would be strong! The first tingles, sweet and irresistible, built in her pussy and rose like champagne bubbles from Heinrich's fingers on her nipples. Her breath came short and noisy from her nose.
She arched her back to tip her hips onto Fritz's cock more solidly, to take him in more deeply. The smell of male sweat and her own abused pussy came to her nostrils.
Gerhardt grunted and his cock leapt and threw a stream of his come onto the top of her mouth. She let it drool out the side; they loved to see it spill over like that. Gerhardt's hair was shot with white, but his massive hips carried a lot of momentum. He jacked his pelvis forward and his old cock poked the back of her throat. At one time, it would have gagged her, but she had no difficulty now. She worked the muscles for swallowing and he squealed like a piglet to feel it.
Soon he fell back. He would need some time to recover; Kaspar stepped in, his cock hard in his fingers, and grabbed her by her damp hair.
"Lick my balls!" he said. Andrea ducked to follow his pull on her hair and rolled one on her tongue.
"Let's put her on the bench, Fritz," Heinrich suggested, "so she can have her hands free."
"A moment!" gasped Fritz. He was in her to the hilt now, she pushed back to meet him all on her own. She just got better every time, the woman was hot! He watched her lick fat Kaspar's hairy balls and fucked without restraint. She gave forth little moans when he bottomed out in her soft, clinging pussy; she met him strongly with a shove of her hips. He looked at the ponytail's little dildo, swallowed by her ass.
"Andrea!" he said, "Oh, fuck-- !" Her ass was tipped up and so sweet!
Deep inside her came the swelling of his cock head to even greater dimensions, then jet after jet of fluid! Andrea came hard, uttering a scream and pressing her ass hard against his hairy hips. She felt Heinrich's hands as electric sources, her breasts tingled, her pussy seemed to shudder. The sensation swamped her fear entirely, her come made her wriggle around Fritz's invading pole of hot, twitching gristle. How fine it was! And the thing in her ass, making it open, felt so evil and so fabulous. Come drooled out of her in a thick wad to the floor. She lapped Kaspar's bag, she tasted his sweat.
"Heinrich, take it out and fuck my ass!" she said. "I want you in my ass now!" Her attitude had passed from dread to joy, as it always did. These men were not enough, they couldn't satisfy her once she'd been given her first come.
Acting like this made her shame and despair the worse afterward, but now! Now was now, she wanted all of it! She fought upwards against Kaspar's loosened grip and sucked his cock deep into her throat.
Heinrich circled around and gently twisted the plastic plug from her.
Her anus hung open in an o. Fritz sat back on his heels, Heinrich placed his knees and levered himself higher with his arms braced on her hips.
One insistent push, and he felt the ring of muscle cede, the inner ring part, and the delicious silky walls slide along him as he descended into her ass! Her full mouth made urgent noises, but she bobbed fiercely on the fat man, whose eyes widened. Heinrich watched Kaspar's amazed face as she took her pleasure on him. Kaspar leaned on her shoulders and stared at her beautiful face, so intent, sucking him out of sight into her very throat with each stroke! Fritz moved to the side to watch Heinrich enter her asshole, and played with a breast.
Heinrich pulled back and stuck her deeply again. He saw he would need more of the lubricant, and he asked Fritz to pass it to him. Shortly he was fucking her as well as she could wish. The old man, Gerhardt, stirred and lifted himself up from the floor.
Andrea, eyes closed, savored the sodomy and deliberately sucked a little too strongly on Kaspar. Giving him pain added to her enjoyment.
Heinrich, in her tingling ass, brought her another come of a different quality, and she writhed her pelvis on the young man's cock to feel it more intensely.
"Heinrich! Kaspar! Put her on the bench now," demanded Gerhardt. "Let us see if she can take me in her cunt at the same time!"
"Ja, gut!" replied Heinrich.
Kaspar nodded, and with some relief pulled his aching cock from her mouth. He always obeyed Gerhardt, but she was sucking him cruelly hard and he was quite willing to have it stop a minute. He lent support to her shoulders and nodded at Heinrich.
Heinrich laid gentle hands on Andrea's flanks, their eyes met, and they made the transfer together, still inserted. Heinrich lay beneath her, she opened her legs and tossed back her hair, challenging Gerhardt with her eyes.
Her father-in-law drove into her pussy, Heinrich took up a subtle rhythm in her ass, and she looked down to see Fritz suck her nipple in and felt his rough tongue scrape across it. Heinrich licked her other nipple.
She cradled Fritz's head in her arm and leaned her head back. A cock for her mouth would complete it! Where was that asshole Kaspar when you needed him? Her whole body shook with each slam of Gerhardt's weight. She didn't see Kaspar's cock!
She heard his silly titter, though, and his doughy ass suddenly occluded her view of the cabin. Kaspar pushed his hips down in her face. "Lick my asshole, you sow, lick it! Lick it!" He tittered again. His balls lay over her nose.
That grotesque clown, she thought. His fat ass sank down over her face, it almost made her gag, and she lost the edge of her arousal. The other men felt to her like they were trapping her now, preventing her escape.
Both cocks still drove into her, but the sweet approach of another big orgasm was thwarted. She had been almost ready! This fat pig! Andrea was furious.
She released Fritz's head, snaked her slim hand in by her face, and gathered the loose sack in her fingers. With a strong clutch, she suddenly gave a twist of her wrist, and then a harder one of her entire arm as Kaspar lifted frantically away, shouting madly, as loud as his lungs would let him. She made a fist of her other hand and hammered her father-in-law's face with it with all her force.
"Let me up! Let me up now!"
Gerhardt fell off her after the third sharp blow to his nose and eyes, Kaspar lost his footing and fell also, his scream rising to a squeal and dying suddenly in a little gasp as he fainted from the pain. Heinrich squirmed frantically to escape, but she managed to elbow him in the solar plexus, quite by accident, as she stood up.
She stepped on Fritz, who had taken most of Kaspar's dead weight on his back, and, suddenly in the clear, took the stairway to the rear deck in three bounds. The cool air struck her, she took an exultant deep breath, and with hardly a pause, dove from the gunwale into the dark waves and away. The threats and curses of the men were cut off by the rush of water past her ears.
Naked, clear of mind again, Andrea let the water clean her mouth and kicked strongly, extending the distance from the Monika Franck in the clean black isolation of the quiet nighttime sea. She bobbed up, found the silhouette of the Kriemhild, and swam, in no hurry now.
I will tell Jürgen now; I'm never doing this again, she thought grimly. Jürgen loves me-- nothing he will do can be as bad as those pigs were.
Andrea's victorious mood slumped, then; she thought woefully of the consequences which might follow her rebellion. But I hope he does not send the photos. I would hate that!
Such a miserable trap, she thought. But I can't let it change my mind! This stops here.
It felt good to make that decision, but the closer she came to her own boat, the more she dreaded telling Jürgen what she'd done.
"Jürgen! Jürgen, darling, wake up, it's me!"
"I was not asleep. Where did you swim to?"
"I went again to your father's boat." She swallowed hard; her emotions were all mixed, she hardly knew what to say first. "It's what I must tell you! But first, please, please, let's weigh anchor right now, and go away, toward Trieste, tonight. I'll tell you everything, but we have to go from here!"
"You are trembling, Andrea! What is it?"
"It is over now, in a way; but it is horrible, Jürgen; you will hate me! I hate myself! Please, can we go away? I beg you, darling-- "
"Yes. Let me dress. You dress too. We will go if you wish it. They have been laughing strangely around me the entire voyage; I knew something had to be wrong."
"Oh, God, please don't hate me!"
"I can never hate you; stop shaking! Here, hold me; there. You know I love you always. There, now." He cradled her and spoke to soothe.
Andrea cried while he held her. She felt cold from the sea, and she wept so bitterly.
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Kriemhild arrowed across the lines of light chop. The dawn diluted the blackness of the sky over the distant horizon behind her. She showed her lights and there were yellowish lights in the cabin amidships. Jürgen had set the steering mechanism; the craft would hold a course well enough, barring a change in the wind.
Within the cabin, Andrea knelt on the bed with her head low. Her hands, on each asscheek, held her hips open wide. Wet slick lines of lubricant glistened down her thighs, and she was moaning softly in a wordless song of sheer pleasure. Jürgen pushed his hard cock again and again deeply into his wife's ass.
Her ass! And she so sweet and so sheltered! She had never done that for him until this night, but she would now! Now and ever after. There were several new tricks she had learned on this trip, but this and her new throat tricks were the best. He spanked her reddened ass again and ground his cock in as deep as possible, savoring her cry. Then picking up the pace, he fucked her fast and hard.
Andrea was very content. She had a taste now for being treated less like a lady and more like a completely abandoned whore. She enjoyed more than ever the feeling of being a slut, since it was for Jürgen. She changed the angle of her pelvis to let his rapid pounding strokes go deeper still, and pulled herself open still more.
He will come soon, and I will suck him again! she thought. Cock, delicious cock! Ah, Jürgen, my love! Give me cock!
Jürgen could feel his come approaching, too. His Andrea was completely open, so submissive! "Tell me what happened in Catania now. We were on the western set of moorings, yes?"
"Yes. In Catania, Heinrich had put the blue-and-red banner up, so I knew to come to his boat. I made you drink the bottle of Beaujolais, remember? So you would sleep..."
There were so many stories! Jürgen bared his teeth and watched his cock vanish in her anus and reappear. He would know how to deal with his father, and with any pictures. And Kaspar! He knew some things about that ape that he would give a lot to keep hidden. There would be retribution.
And his wife would be so very obedient now; he would also know not to trust her so completely again. He grinned wider. This was not all bad. He listened to her confession and rode her ass. Not all bad.
Nineteen-oh-six, nineteen-oh-eight, we say, don't we? And do you really imagine that by the time twenty-twenty-seven (2027) rolls around, we'll be saying "two thousand twenty-seven?" No. Get over the millenium thing, already, it's twenty-oh-four.
Okay.
This was written in response to a German woman who had a dream. I wrote it based on what she told me about her dream, and she likes it pretty well.
It has not been posted here yet, because my editors have not responded with their edits. I thought they would have, and then I could link to it, but they haven't. So it isn't eben submitted. But this means you can make a difference.
Here it is-- "Yacht Club"
Sailing Club-- the blackmail
Andrea stepped quietly outside, to the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness.
She stowed the towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They asked for her so often! Didn't they understand he only had to wake up once to give it all away?
I can't keep doing this! There has to be a way! she told herself, but the brick wall was still there. Jürgen would never understand. He was such a trusting man! Andrea treasured him that way; she had to keep him that way.
Her dive cut the water in perfect form, making little noise. The salt water liberated her body from gravity, and the feeling cleared her mind for a few precious seconds. She came to the surface meters from the Kriemhild and oriented on the lights of Gerhardt Franck's vessel. Strongly she swam toward it, dread reappearing as a knot, forming in her belly.
She was being asked to do more and more degrading things, now. They exercised their power ruthlessly. But here she was, doing it again.
Fear and worse than fear dominated her so very much these days. They are animals! she told herself, momentarily angry again. She took a grip on the lowered ladder of the Monika Franck and hauled herself gracefully up. Gravity returned, she streamed with water and the lights of the yacht cabin exposed her against the black Adriatic.
Her hair sat heavy on her shoulders as she set foot on deck and wiped the seawater from her eyes. When she opened them again, two Turkish towels slapped her face, and she was looking at the naked, portly body of that animal Kaspar. She took the towels quickly.
"Get that off and come to the cabin, sow."
"Selbstverständlich," Andrea replied. She found them all disgusting, sometimes, but Kaspar she detested as you would a slug on your lips. His sandbag ass wagged off to the ladder and he descended inside. She could hear him laughing and telling the others she had arrived.
Crying, but rushing, she removed the maillot and toweled herself off. She had to be fast, or they would punish her first. Possibly they would anyway. Hell could be no worse than this.
She descended in her turn, naked and damp, into the cabin of her father-in-law's sleek Herreshoff. Teak and brass gleamed in the lamplight, four naked men leered at her. Tittering, Kaspar came forward with a long bunch of hair in one hand and a bottle of lubricant in the other.
"Turn so they can see and bend down, sow. You are about to be promoted-- to a jenny ass!" He laughed unpleasantly and uncapped the bottle.
Andrea turned away and leaned on the bottom stair. At Kaspar's order, she spread her legs, and then three fingers went up her pussy, brutally, and twisted a while. "Nice cunt," Kaspar remarked. The fingers retreated and she stood there a long moment as lube dripped slowly and not always accurately onto her anus. The men made rude jokes. Heinrich Gauss proposed they sodomize her first, but Fritz pointed out that everyone could fuck her ass later on. Andrea sobbed in humiliation, but stood still. Kaspar's fingers agitated her pussy lips again.
"Andrea, you ought to relax that asshole!" he warned. A smooth knob, like plastic, came up against her anus and pushed inward. She tried to relax to accomodate it, but he twisted and pushed too hard and fast, and it hurt her going in. The roomful of men cheered and laughed. She felt the long hair touch her thigh. "Stand up, little ass! Du Eselchen!"
She straightened and felt herself behind. The plug in her ass had a pony tail hanging from it. They laughed again, some of them. "On your hands and knees, now, Andrea," Gerhardt said. "I want you to suck me while Kaspar is punishing you." Her husband's father placed himself before her, kneeling, and held his cock up, gesturing for her to come take it.
Kaspar picked up a paddle and slapped his palm with it. "Don't imagine the tail will protect you! Your ass will be quite red before I get done!"
"Na klar!" laughed Heinrich, "Very red!"
Her shame, her fear and her loathing tightened her stomach more; she was almost made sick by it, and yet she knew she would have orgasms, many of them. That made it so much worse afterwards, when she would feel the awful guilt, looking in her husband's trusting, proud eyes.
She crawled to Gerhardt and sucked him. Fritz handled her breast as the first slaps hit. "Ahh, you bitch, suck me," breathed Gerhardt. "I have a great appetite tonight."
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It had been her introductory night at the sailing club, the night she would meet them. Jürgen had been happy to be able to join the sailing club at last; he had made her anticipate it, too.
Their summer would be spent with some of them on the coasts of Italy, Sardinia, Montenegro and Serbia, sailing together, and the next year they planned the Greek Islands and Crete. It was wonderful to see Jürgen so stimulated. They had trained joyfully on the Bodensee for this summer to come, and she felt ready to act the role of a responsible crew.
But when the evening came, the sendoff party, Jürgen had one of his migraines. He'd seen it coming when his vision doubled and the dizziness began, but he'd been on the highway and didn't get to his pills soon enough. The poor man's head was splitting, lights made his eyes hurt; he appeared to Andrea to be in terrible pain in every line of his body. She helped him to bed.
She knew all the details of the planned voyage as well as he did, though. She could go without him. A group of middle-aged yacht sailors could not make her feel any nervousness. She wanted to take the measure of their wives and girlfriends, too. Quietly she kissed Jürgen's cheek. She loved him so!
Arriving at the waterfront, she had presented her pass and parked in the club's lot. She looked crisp and elegant in the unbleached linen dress and the bone pumps. Her confidence carried her happily into the banquet hall.
A little Italian college girl in her uniform poured her an armagnac at the little bar. Introductions went on constantly, but she was keeping them in order. Although she was meeting most of them for the first time, she knew some of the names already. Her new husband's father was a member, for example.
The hall was nautical, rather than opulent, and the Riviera's sultry heat was dissipated by its openness to the onshore breeze. Everyone seemed friendly, if reserved.
As the evening progressed, she felt included in the camaraderie of these men and women who had done so much traveling together. Especially friendly was her father-in-law, who took her on his arm like a don and introduced her himself to those in the club who were closest to him.
He said he was proud of her. "Such a beauty, and so sensible! You will be very good for Jürgen," he said. He was, of course, Bavarian. They stood close, Bavarians, when they spoke to you, but she hadn't expected him to put his hands where he did. But he did it with a sunny smile, and he was more open and joyful than she'd ever seen him, so she tolerated his familiar touches without complaint. It is good to have the family's approval, and they were on the Italian Riviera!
After the meal-- "the Italians will never do veal like the Germans can," her father-in-law had said, leaning close, palming her hip again-- they went up to the ballroom, where there was a bigger bar, and dancing. Here the breeze was not permitted.
The men removed their jackets and she danced with many of her father-in-law's friends, and with him. He made certain her glass was full, and he kept taking the most extraordinary liberties with her when they danced! She eventually had to chide him, but he laughed and pleaded the heat and the esteem he felt for her. His friends did the same, she was dancing constantly when not drinking.
Then her foot slipped, she was caught by Kaspar just in time to keep from falling. So embarrassing! But they were so good about it! The men gathered around and helped her to sit. Her father-in law massaged her leg, saying a sprain would be kept from swelling if it was massaged quickly enough. Kaspar got her another drink.
They stroked her and fussed over her. It seemed suddenly that most of the group was gone and the five of them were alone but for the bartender. Fritz-- dear Fritz!-- tipped him to go home. She was kissed. Jürgen's father massaged up her thigh and gave a nod. She downed the drink and suddenly was lifted by six strong arms!
"Gerhardt!" she squealed, "Stop that!"
"You will have a swollen ankle if this isn't done properly," he replied, and he pulled the pantyhose off while the rest held her up in the air, laughing. She laughed, too.
"But you took everything, Gerhardt!"
"Ja!" he cried, lifting her panties up, "I did!" The men roared with laughter. "Boys, you must put her down!" he cried. To her he said, "Kneel, now!" with no explanation. She did that, and three of them closed in behind her, taking her by the shoulders. She tipped her head back to ask what this was for, and Kaspar kissed her, wiggling his thick tongue into her mouth when she opened it to protest.
Hands felt her breasts! Her zipper came down in back! The linen dress went down to her elbows and more hands pushed down the bra straps, but hard hands held her still despite all she could do.
She came loose from Kaspar's kiss, gasping. Gerhardt had opened his trousers! He stood in front of her, grinning, his cock an inch from her face. "Open your mouth, Liebchen," he said. Her breasts came free of the bra, rude hands were all over her naked chest and neck, and Kaspar held her head between his meaty hands.
Gerhardt's cock passed into her mouth, and he grunted in his pleasure.
A flash went off! Someone had taken a picture! Her protests were muffled by the stroking of hard meat in and out of her mouth.
Gerhardt fucked her face and laughed. Kaspar giggled. Some of the others were removing their trousers altogether. Fritz had an enormous cock! Gerhardt told her to suck. "I don't like to do all the work!"
She closed her lips on it and sucked. She gave him her tongue, and he called her precious and delightful. Her head swam with the drink.
"You will have us all, Andrea, including this"-- Fritz waved the huge cock at her-- "in that wonderful pussy of yours!" They all laughed again, and she smiled a slutty smile, just as another flash came from the opposite side.
Heinrich had the camera, and he passed it to Kaspar and took down his trousers and shorts. Heinrich was young and very rich, perhaps the most wealthy of the group. He stepped in and claimed her mouth from Gerhardt. She turned and sucked the younger man's cock, and Kaspar caught the action on film. Gerhardt stroked her cheek with the end of his, up and down on the silky face.
"Stop taking pictures!" she said indignantly. Everyone assured her they wouldn't do it again. Kaspar made sure she could see he was passing the camera to Fritz. She took Heinrich into her mouth again, and freed her arms.
"Take it in your hand, please, Andrea," Fritz asked, and she did.
Gerhardt slapped her cheek again with his, so she gripped that one, too. Three cocks! She'd never done anything like this. The men called her pet names; they were appreciative and reassuring. Kaspar stroked her breasts from behind.
"You should move from one to the other, Liebchen, so that we will stay even!" Gerhardt's idea sounded reasonable in her hazy state, so she released Heinrich and licked the end of Fritz's big pole appreciatively before stuffing it into her drunken mouth. Kaspar's came to her hand and Heinrich came around and knelt to suck a breast.
They were most polite at first, taking turns nicely and complimenting her on how pretty her breasts were and how well she could suck. But they moved inexorably closer to coming! The atmosphere became charged, men grunted, their cocks pushed greedily at her, they pumped in her hands and mouth, they pushed against her cheek.
She was sucking Kaspar when it happened. The man dropped down on his knees, so that she bent forward. Heinrich and Fritz captured her shoulders to take her weight, and she let go of Fritz's cock to drop a hand to the floor. She glared up at Kaspar's flushed face, scowling, but kept on bobbing her head on his short fat cock.
Suddenly, Gerhardt pulled her linen skirt up into a bunch around her waist, and the two men beside her pulled her toward Kaspar and forward. On hands and knees now, with her naked hips exposed, she felt the questing tip of her father-in-law's cock at the door of her pussy.
"Nein! Das sollst du nicht! Das darfst du nicht! You shouldn't! You mustn't!" she said, and she let everything go and whirled angrily on Gerhardt, eyes flashing, all at once feeling very sober and scandalized.
"But I think that I will, my dear," calmly said Gerhardt. "You would hate for Jürgen to see those photos, now wouldn't you? Or your mother?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, yes, I would!" Kaspar said. He laughed. "It would be fun to see his face, I think!"
"Just get back down on all fours, like a good girl. We will all fuck you and then you can go home," Heinrich said persuasively.
"No one will have to know if you just do us nicely," Fritz added. "Even the bartender is gone. It's only us."
"Please. Bitte sehr, Liebchen! It's only sex," Gerhardt said. "Everyone does that! And we will keep your secret."
"But we have the pictures if you say no!" leered Kaspar.
"Well?" Heinrich prodded.
"All right. I'll do it."
"Good!" Gerhardt beamed. "Right, boys?" They all agreed, and held their cocks up again for more. "Lie on the rug, here, so you can use your hands, that's the way. Give me your legs, I'm first in your pussy. You were sucking Kaspar? That's a good girl, now take the others in your hands."
He slid his cock into her very wet pussy while Kaspar giggled and fucked into her mouth. Things got very businesslike after that, and the camera flashed over and over. But she came.
She came a lot; the entire night was very exciting-- cocks everywhere, slamming into her pussy, twitching on her tongue and spurting seed into her drunken throat. They filled her hands, they stuck into her body.
Everyone laughed and swore and came, came all over. She had a very good time, and they all fucked her as long as they could still do it.
The shame came later, in a great wave while she was trying to find where Gerhardt had thrown her panties, when she heard Kaspar laughing with Fritz about her. Her pussy ached in a way that no woman can know who hasn't been the center of a gang fuck. It felt good, that ache. She tingled with the memory of her endless comes, and burned with remorse for her poor husband. What would it be like now, to travel with these people all summer? How could she face them, after this?
Heinrich met her at the door of the ladies', as she was ready to leave.
"You were wonderful, Andrea," he began.
"Please, don't talk to me, I must go home. My poor husband--"
"But we have ruined the linen. You must buy a replacement; here, accept this. I loved your body and especially your mouth-- Please. I must finish.-- but I did not intend that you should have your clothes ruined. Please. It is just money; I have too much. I want you not to hate us too badly."
She made no move to take it, so he tucked it into her bag. She ducked her head and moved past him into the open air and the car, and then home.
It was over.
And then the 'phone calls began. She would have to come and do it again, to Heinrich's yacht, to Gerhardt's yacht, over and over. And they were no longer so kind or so gentle, no, indeed. She had to sneak out and let them have her, and later, they had her swim over at night, during the tour, wherever they dropped anchor.
Genoa, then Elba. Napoli, then Messina, Catania, Taranto, Dubrovnik, Bari-- in port after port, she would leave her husband's side and swim across to another boat to be passed around by these men.
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"Enough for a moment, Kaspar, she's sucking me!" growled Gerhardt.
"I want her pussy besides," Fritz said. "Put her on the bench like before!"
"All right!" Kaspar said. He lowered his paddle. "She's bruising anyway. Come, Herr Franck, I want her mouth next."
"I'll take her right where she is," Fritz announced. He dropped to a knee, inserted and knelt behind her. Taking her hips, he jammed his large cock into her pussy. It bumped her womb and she only took part of it, but he hauled back on her hips and forced her to stretch.
For Andrea, Fritz's assault caused the first sexual excitement of the evening. She always responded to the feel of the long, thick monster stretching her. Damnably, it affected her more the more brutal he was.
Because he was made to stop, even Kaspar's paddling just added a heat and a tingle to the feeling. That cock! God, it was so animal!
Her eyes slitted; she swirled her tongue around Gerhardt. He tasted good to her now with Fritz's cock meat sliding in such long strokes, strumming the lips of her wide-open pussy and shoving so uncompromisingly at her womb. Heinrich was playing with her breasts.
They dangled straight down and swayed with every slap of Fritz's brutal rape. The younger man's soft fingers played over her nipples, his hand stroked her back and her flanks. She could feel his cock, already hard, poke and slap at her ribs when he reached across her body or onto the upper swell of her ass cheeks.
Sensation built upon sensation; Andrea was approaching her first come, and it would be strong! The first tingles, sweet and irresistible, built in her pussy and rose like champagne bubbles from Heinrich's fingers on her nipples. Her breath came short and noisy from her nose.
She arched her back to tip her hips onto Fritz's cock more solidly, to take him in more deeply. The smell of male sweat and her own abused pussy came to her nostrils.
Gerhardt grunted and his cock leapt and threw a stream of his come onto the top of her mouth. She let it drool out the side; they loved to see it spill over like that. Gerhardt's hair was shot with white, but his massive hips carried a lot of momentum. He jacked his pelvis forward and his old cock poked the back of her throat. At one time, it would have gagged her, but she had no difficulty now. She worked the muscles for swallowing and he squealed like a piglet to feel it.
Soon he fell back. He would need some time to recover; Kaspar stepped in, his cock hard in his fingers, and grabbed her by her damp hair.
"Lick my balls!" he said. Andrea ducked to follow his pull on her hair and rolled one on her tongue.
"Let's put her on the bench, Fritz," Heinrich suggested, "so she can have her hands free."
"A moment!" gasped Fritz. He was in her to the hilt now, she pushed back to meet him all on her own. She just got better every time, the woman was hot! He watched her lick fat Kaspar's hairy balls and fucked without restraint. She gave forth little moans when he bottomed out in her soft, clinging pussy; she met him strongly with a shove of her hips. He looked at the ponytail's little dildo, swallowed by her ass.
"Andrea!" he said, "Oh, fuck-- !" Her ass was tipped up and so sweet!
Deep inside her came the swelling of his cock head to even greater dimensions, then jet after jet of fluid! Andrea came hard, uttering a scream and pressing her ass hard against his hairy hips. She felt Heinrich's hands as electric sources, her breasts tingled, her pussy seemed to shudder. The sensation swamped her fear entirely, her come made her wriggle around Fritz's invading pole of hot, twitching gristle. How fine it was! And the thing in her ass, making it open, felt so evil and so fabulous. Come drooled out of her in a thick wad to the floor. She lapped Kaspar's bag, she tasted his sweat.
"Heinrich, take it out and fuck my ass!" she said. "I want you in my ass now!" Her attitude had passed from dread to joy, as it always did. These men were not enough, they couldn't satisfy her once she'd been given her first come.
Acting like this made her shame and despair the worse afterward, but now! Now was now, she wanted all of it! She fought upwards against Kaspar's loosened grip and sucked his cock deep into her throat.
Heinrich circled around and gently twisted the plastic plug from her.
Her anus hung open in an o. Fritz sat back on his heels, Heinrich placed his knees and levered himself higher with his arms braced on her hips.
One insistent push, and he felt the ring of muscle cede, the inner ring part, and the delicious silky walls slide along him as he descended into her ass! Her full mouth made urgent noises, but she bobbed fiercely on the fat man, whose eyes widened. Heinrich watched Kaspar's amazed face as she took her pleasure on him. Kaspar leaned on her shoulders and stared at her beautiful face, so intent, sucking him out of sight into her very throat with each stroke! Fritz moved to the side to watch Heinrich enter her asshole, and played with a breast.
Heinrich pulled back and stuck her deeply again. He saw he would need more of the lubricant, and he asked Fritz to pass it to him. Shortly he was fucking her as well as she could wish. The old man, Gerhardt, stirred and lifted himself up from the floor.
Andrea, eyes closed, savored the sodomy and deliberately sucked a little too strongly on Kaspar. Giving him pain added to her enjoyment.
Heinrich, in her tingling ass, brought her another come of a different quality, and she writhed her pelvis on the young man's cock to feel it more intensely.
"Heinrich! Kaspar! Put her on the bench now," demanded Gerhardt. "Let us see if she can take me in her cunt at the same time!"
"Ja, gut!" replied Heinrich.
Kaspar nodded, and with some relief pulled his aching cock from her mouth. He always obeyed Gerhardt, but she was sucking him cruelly hard and he was quite willing to have it stop a minute. He lent support to her shoulders and nodded at Heinrich.
Heinrich laid gentle hands on Andrea's flanks, their eyes met, and they made the transfer together, still inserted. Heinrich lay beneath her, she opened her legs and tossed back her hair, challenging Gerhardt with her eyes.
Her father-in-law drove into her pussy, Heinrich took up a subtle rhythm in her ass, and she looked down to see Fritz suck her nipple in and felt his rough tongue scrape across it. Heinrich licked her other nipple.
She cradled Fritz's head in her arm and leaned her head back. A cock for her mouth would complete it! Where was that asshole Kaspar when you needed him? Her whole body shook with each slam of Gerhardt's weight. She didn't see Kaspar's cock!
She heard his silly titter, though, and his doughy ass suddenly occluded her view of the cabin. Kaspar pushed his hips down in her face. "Lick my asshole, you sow, lick it! Lick it!" He tittered again. His balls lay over her nose.
That grotesque clown, she thought. His fat ass sank down over her face, it almost made her gag, and she lost the edge of her arousal. The other men felt to her like they were trapping her now, preventing her escape.
Both cocks still drove into her, but the sweet approach of another big orgasm was thwarted. She had been almost ready! This fat pig! Andrea was furious.
She released Fritz's head, snaked her slim hand in by her face, and gathered the loose sack in her fingers. With a strong clutch, she suddenly gave a twist of her wrist, and then a harder one of her entire arm as Kaspar lifted frantically away, shouting madly, as loud as his lungs would let him. She made a fist of her other hand and hammered her father-in-law's face with it with all her force.
"Let me up! Let me up now!"
Gerhardt fell off her after the third sharp blow to his nose and eyes, Kaspar lost his footing and fell also, his scream rising to a squeal and dying suddenly in a little gasp as he fainted from the pain. Heinrich squirmed frantically to escape, but she managed to elbow him in the solar plexus, quite by accident, as she stood up.
She stepped on Fritz, who had taken most of Kaspar's dead weight on his back, and, suddenly in the clear, took the stairway to the rear deck in three bounds. The cool air struck her, she took an exultant deep breath, and with hardly a pause, dove from the gunwale into the dark waves and away. The threats and curses of the men were cut off by the rush of water past her ears.
Naked, clear of mind again, Andrea let the water clean her mouth and kicked strongly, extending the distance from the Monika Franck in the clean black isolation of the quiet nighttime sea. She bobbed up, found the silhouette of the Kriemhild, and swam, in no hurry now.
I will tell Jürgen now; I'm never doing this again, she thought grimly. Jürgen loves me-- nothing he will do can be as bad as those pigs were.
Andrea's victorious mood slumped, then; she thought woefully of the consequences which might follow her rebellion. But I hope he does not send the photos. I would hate that!
Such a miserable trap, she thought. But I can't let it change my mind! This stops here.
It felt good to make that decision, but the closer she came to her own boat, the more she dreaded telling Jürgen what she'd done.
"Jürgen! Jürgen, darling, wake up, it's me!"
"I was not asleep. Where did you swim to?"
"I went again to your father's boat." She swallowed hard; her emotions were all mixed, she hardly knew what to say first. "It's what I must tell you! But first, please, please, let's weigh anchor right now, and go away, toward Trieste, tonight. I'll tell you everything, but we have to go from here!"
"You are trembling, Andrea! What is it?"
"It is over now, in a way; but it is horrible, Jürgen; you will hate me! I hate myself! Please, can we go away? I beg you, darling-- "
"Yes. Let me dress. You dress too. We will go if you wish it. They have been laughing strangely around me the entire voyage; I knew something had to be wrong."
"Oh, God, please don't hate me!"
"I can never hate you; stop shaking! Here, hold me; there. You know I love you always. There, now." He cradled her and spoke to soothe.
Andrea cried while he held her. She felt cold from the sea, and she wept so bitterly.
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Kriemhild arrowed across the lines of light chop. The dawn diluted the blackness of the sky over the distant horizon behind her. She showed her lights and there were yellowish lights in the cabin amidships. Jürgen had set the steering mechanism; the craft would hold a course well enough, barring a change in the wind.
Within the cabin, Andrea knelt on the bed with her head low. Her hands, on each asscheek, held her hips open wide. Wet slick lines of lubricant glistened down her thighs, and she was moaning softly in a wordless song of sheer pleasure. Jürgen pushed his hard cock again and again deeply into his wife's ass.
Her ass! And she so sweet and so sheltered! She had never done that for him until this night, but she would now! Now and ever after. There were several new tricks she had learned on this trip, but this and her new throat tricks were the best. He spanked her reddened ass again and ground his cock in as deep as possible, savoring her cry. Then picking up the pace, he fucked her fast and hard.
Andrea was very content. She had a taste now for being treated less like a lady and more like a completely abandoned whore. She enjoyed more than ever the feeling of being a slut, since it was for Jürgen. She changed the angle of her pelvis to let his rapid pounding strokes go deeper still, and pulled herself open still more.
He will come soon, and I will suck him again! she thought. Cock, delicious cock! Ah, Jürgen, my love! Give me cock!
Jürgen could feel his come approaching, too. His Andrea was completely open, so submissive! "Tell me what happened in Catania now. We were on the western set of moorings, yes?"
"Yes. In Catania, Heinrich had put the blue-and-red banner up, so I knew to come to his boat. I made you drink the bottle of Beaujolais, remember? So you would sleep..."
There were so many stories! Jürgen bared his teeth and watched his cock vanish in her anus and reappear. He would know how to deal with his father, and with any pictures. And Kaspar! He knew some things about that ape that he would give a lot to keep hidden. There would be retribution.
And his wife would be so very obedient now; he would also know not to trust her so completely again. He grinned wider. This was not all bad. He listened to her confession and rode her ass. Not all bad.
