The three-headed creature actually got us to the harbor at Avalon and lowered the anchor.
"We made it!" Sam announced. "It's time to put an end to the penalties and get ready to go ashore."
Lynn extracted her hands from inside the guys' shorts and they reverted to three distinct individuals, roaming the cockpit at random, chaotically.
"Bend over, Liza." Sam told me. "It's time the bunny lost its tail."
I reluctantly bent over and braced myself against the railing on the bulkhead. I spread my feet. I didn't want to lose my tail, but the habit of following instructions was becoming as strong as keeping my promises.
"Slow or fast?" Sam asked, as if he were removing a band-aid, not extracting a whisk from the depths of my bowels.
"Slow and easy," I cautioned.
The lip of the handle stung my sphincter as Sam gently tugged, and my anus was slow to release its catch, but eventually the fullness I had enjoyed for about an hour began to diminish. As Sam continued to draw the whisk from my ass, I began to feel a familiar emptiness, hateful and lonely. Before he could extract the final two inches, I slammed my feet together, clinched my butt, and reached back with one hand to arrest his progress.
"No, don't!" I shouted as I grabbed the whisk firmly in my own hand. Holding it inside me, I stood up and turned to face him. "I...I'm not ready to take it out. Not yet."
"What?" The look on his face was one of incredible disbelief. The three of them stared at me, waiting for an explanation.
"Please, don't ask," I begged. "Just let me keep it a while longer. Just a little while longer, okay?"
"You really want it?" Lynn's eyes bulged. "But it was just for a penalty, and it's over now."
I didn't answer. I didn't know how to explain the emptiness and how awful it was. They had never experienced the fullness, so how could they understand the emptiness?
"Liza," Jake began. "We're all going into town. You can't come this far and not see Avalon. Come on. It's really neat and you'll like the cute little shops."
"No, I'll wait for you here, and besides, I don't have anything to wear, remember?" I looked down at my naked torso for emphasis.
"That's a good point," Jake agreed. "Sam, what's she going to wear?"
Instead of answering, Sam unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His pectorals and well-defined stomach muscles reminded me that he was an athlete.
"You can wear this," he said. "People will just assume you have a bathing suit on underneath." He held it out for me to insert an arm.
I put my free arm through the sleeve and he drew it around my back. I pushed the whisk into myself fully, as it was before, and I clinched my buttocks tightly. I released my grip and put that arm into the second sleeve. The tapered shirt hung on me loosely; the seams of the shoulders came nearly down to my elbows. The shirttails ended midthigh, but the sides of my legs were bared to just below my crotch. In the back, a tent was formed as it hung over the embedded whisk.
"You can keep it in until the water taxi gets here," Sam said with a shrug and went below to call make the call.
"How about me?" Lynn asked Jake. "Can I get dressed now, too?" She picked up her bra from where it had settled against the bulkhead and held it, gently twirling it, with a quizzical look on her face.
"Yeah, but not that." Jake replied. He took it from her. She didn't object. "Just your t-shirt and skirt. The bra and panties stay aboard."
She smiled coquettishly, and then went to the chest and drew them out. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, down over her tiny breasts, and tugged at it to its full length to above her navel. Her nipples, defined nicely by the fabric, were fully erect. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. I have to admit that I immediately felt the loss of that magnificent pussy. I ached all over at the thought that I could no longer see it. I wanted her to sit back down in the chair with her legs over the arms, so I could see her once more. God! What had I become? I was looking at her through the eyes of an adolescent boy. I pushed at the whisk to feel it move within me, and touched my clitoris through Sam's shirt. I closed my eyes to better visualize Lynn's pussy."The shore boat will be here in just a minute," Sam said as he came through the hatch from below. "We've got to take it out now, Liza."
I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, expectantly. I knew that the jig was up, and that I would have to comply this time. I obediently resumed the bending position in front of him, offering my tail. I spread my legs, relaxed my buttocks, and waited in resignation.
Sam didn't waste any time. He flipped up his shirt from over the whisk and pulled it from me in one, swift motion. My anus gapped and I gasped. My knees turned to rubber and I crumpled to the deck. My head spun and I grasped frantically at Sam's ankles to keep from falling off the earth.
"Are you okay?" He hovered over me.
"Just...let me...rest a minute," I managed to get out.
"Did I hurt you?" Sam's voice was agitated. "Can I do anything?"
"Put it back...in."
"What? No way!"
I felt Sam's body move, and then I heard a splash. My bunny tail was headed for the ocean's bottom, never to fill me again. I cried. I sobbed. I closed my eyes even more tightly to try to hide from the emptiness. The three of them gathered around me; their voices mingled in meaningless gibberish. I reached behind me and pressed my hand against my still wide-open anus. I wanted the emptiness to go away. I felt I was going to die if I didn't get something up my ass.
"I need it. I need it," I repeated over and over as I sobbed.
A large hand with calluses grasped mine and moved it away from my hole.
"No," I cried. "Let me..."
Small feminine fingers touched my rosebud and two of them slid through the opening. My sphincter closed around them and held on tightly, as a drowning swimmer would a life preserver. I felt the warmth of Lynn's body as she put her other arm around me and pressed her hand at my pubis. The effect brought calm to the troubled seas. I breathed normally and stopped crying. When Jake released my hand, I placed it over Lynn's at my hole, making sure she wouldn't escape. In the distance the roar of an outboard motor grew louder. It was the shore boat.
"What are we going to do?" Jake's voice became discernible as my head found its mooring and the fog in my brain cleared.
"Liza, the taxi is almost here," Sam's voice was urgent. "Can you stand up, yet? You've got to try."
