The evening's festivities left the old man plum tuckered out and, try as he might, Watson was unable to stave off a shallow, fitful sleep. When he awoke an hour or so later, he found Beck on the bed beside him, languidly sucking Bragg's great big erection. Further south, Tanya had her face buried between Beck's thighs, her wide-open mouth over the girl's vagina, tongue probing the confines of her tight, cum-flavoured insides. Watson sat up, his dick already stiffening. "Did I miss anything?"
The three shook their heads but otherwise carried on, as Watson rolled off the bed and stood, idly scratching his balls. Beck's belly was heaving and her hips were starting to buck as Tanya's skilful ministrations carried her over the threshold of yet another climax. Quite wanting to watch but badly needing to pee, Watson padded out of the aft stateroom into the saloon, scaled the companionway ladder, and staggered out into the cockpit, knees flexing to counter the roll imparted by a long, lazy swell.
The moon was up in cloud-cluttered indigo sky, only the brightest stars asserting themselves against her silvery brilliance. Down on the swim platform, he hosed a long, gratifying stream into the sea, vaguely aware of Beck's cries down below. She was cumming again, obviously, and while he was loathe to rain on her parade, if she didn't ease up soon she'd have trouble walking. Shaking the last drops of pee off the end of his penis, Watson turned and mounted the steps to make his way back.
By the time he snuck back into the stateroom the orgasm had run its course and Beck lay panting, eyes closed, hands resting on her scant little breasts. She opened her eyes as Watson lay down beside her, and blew a tress of platinum hair from over one eye. "Guess what?"
He knew what. "Geez, Chook." he said, "How many's that?"
Beck shrugged. "I've lost count."
"Really, Tan, you're spoiling her."
"I'm spoiling her? My god, Damon, if only you knew."
Beck's abdominals bunched as she propped herself up on an elbow. "Rodge?"
Bragg's eyes were luminous in the gloom. He had a raging erection from watching his wife eat out the girl, and the eye of his prick was already beading precum. He looked at Watson beseechingly. "Damon?"
Watson ran a hand across his close-cropped pate. Beck was an athlete in the sack, he knew only too well, but she'd been soundly, roundly and repeatedly fucked for much of the day and must have been close to her limit. "Well, that depends. Becky. Don't think you might be overdoing it a bit?"
Beck gave her head a tiny shake. "No."
"Well remember that night in the caravan park?" Watson frowned. "You could hardly walk the next day."
"That was ages ago. I'm much more used to it now."
"Ages ago? It was two bloody months!"
"But I'm a fast learner!" Beck grinned. "You've always said so."
"I promise," Bragg huffed, desperate for the feel of Beck's body engulfing him, "I'll go easy."
Tanya slinked like a randy feline onto the bed beside her. "Maybe if Beck takes a little breather." she said.
The men looked at each other. And what? They just play tiddly-winks?
Tanya planted a pussy-flavoured kiss on Beck's lips then lowered her head and said in Beck's ear, "How about we give them a show?"
Beck frowned. Hadn't they just given them one?
"Remember this arvo?" Tanya whispered, taking Beck's hand and squeezing it lightly into a fist.
"Now?" Beck whispered in reply. Her groin was throbbing for cock and the butterflies in her belly were threatening a breakout, but the offer of another fisting was too good to refuse.
"What do you reckon? For the boys?"
'And Tanya.' the girl thought, 'And Beck.' Still, she couldn't help but recall the sensation of her clenched fist impacting Tanya's delicate insides. "You're not too tender?"
"Nuh." Tanya shook her head and winked. "I'm raring to go."
"W... what's going on?" Bragg stammered, silently adding, 'Do I get to fuck the little goddess or not?'
Tanya got up on her knees, her heart hammering. Taking Beck's arm, she arranged it at right angles to the girl's slender body, then bent it at the elbow so Beck's skinny forearm was vertical. Pinching Beck's fingers and thumb together, she shuffled closer, then used Beck's nested fingertips to plough her dripping slit.
Watson got up on his knees the better to see. For much of his career as a porn connoisseur, fisting had been a personal favourite, and while the outcome of this emerging scenario seemed inevitable, he didn't want to go getting his hopes up. "You wait, Dommy." Beck giggled, as if overhearing his thoughts, "This is going to knock your socks off."
Beck settled back on the bed and spread her legs. Steadily jacking his rock-hard meat, Bragg was torn between staring at the sight of Beck's treasures and the unbelievable spectacle of her little hand disappearing, bounce by bounce, into his wife's slobbering cunt. Beck could feel it too, the rush of arousal, a wave of sheer, sinful pleasure, evoked by an act of such wanton sexual abandon that her own body was beginning to spasm in empathy. Because the woman was hot, like a volcano, her mushy insides churning like magma, her pussy smacking and slurping as if it meant to swallow her whole.
"If I die this very instant." Watson breathed, madly squeezing his cock.
His words were left hanging. Bouncing up and down on Beck's arm, the girl's fist already deep in her belly, Tanya began whimpering, her hips jerking, fingers pinching a nipple until it hurt.
Beck lifted her own hips as a finger slid into her. Propped up on an elbow between her spread legs, Bragg was beating himself off with one hand, while the forefinger of the other was up to the knuckle in her hole. He was staring like a goldfish at the incredible sight- a young girl's arm, up past the wrist-bump inside his wife. Tanya's fingers were a blur as she feathered her clitoris, working up to another shattering climax. Beck could feel the muscles of Tanya's entrance gripping her wrist, the slippery walls of her deeper insides clenching her hand. Tanya's head was lolling, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed, breath coming in quick grunts and gasps. Bragg's mouth was suddenly where his finger had been, his stiff tongue slithering around inside Beck's vagina. He tried to talk through the mouthful. "Oh... ny... gog!"
"Fuck!" Tanya squeaked, "Holy fuck!" Eyes shut tight, she bit her lip, grimacing. "Oh fuck!" she whimpered again, "So deep. I can feel you, Becky, I can feel you. I can feel you all the way up in my heart."
Beck had more or less forgotten about Bragg and his burrowing tongue. He had stopped jacking himself for fear of unintentional discharge and was gazing goggle-eyed at the scene, inhaling feverishly through his nose, now pressed hard against Beck's pubic mound. Tanya's eyes flew open and she froze, back arched, her frenzied fingering at a standstill, as she stared deeply, vacantly, silently into oblivion.
Her body began to twitch and tremble, every fibre straining in a full-body orgasm. Streams of clear ejaculate coursed down Beck's smooth-skinned arm, running over her elbow onto the sheets. Tanya's shudder turned into belly-wrenching convulsions and a high, keening cry began in the back of her throat. The climax crashed like a wave on a rocky headland and she doubled over, gripping Beck's wrist as she rode the girl's fist to panting ecstasy. Finally, with the last relays of the massive orgasm running laps of her body, she toppled sideways onto the bed and lay gasping.
Nothing was said for a minute or two and Beck was beginning to wonder when the fun would resume. Slowly coming to her senses, Tanya slipped two fingers into Beck's saliva-slicked slit. Beck raised her hips, pushing herself onto them, the feel of Tanya's fingertips on her G-spot like a jolt of electricity. Tanya pushed two fingers into her own spasming hole, winkling them between her pubic bone and Beck's cum-slick arm
