by Curt Aldrich
“I shouldn't let you do this,” Marilyn groaned, shutting her eyes and letting her head lie back.
“Yes, you should,” Captain Tony said, his voice even deeper. “Take my word for it. I told you that. It's you and Will I'm thinking of.”
“Bill.”
“Yes, Bill.”
Captain Tony's three penetrating fingers ripped back and forth against the silken lining of the throat of Marilyn's twat faster and more violently than ever, yet even so he wasn't satisfied that her lascivious sensibilities were being given the full treatment he figured they needed to prod her past all thoughts of resistance. He was a past master of the art of inflaming girls and women to fever pitch, though, and he knew just what to do. He snaked his other hand—his free hand—inside her underpants against one cheek of her ass, and he probed briefly with the tip of his index finger against her asshole, then all of a sudden plunged the finger hilt-deep into her rectum.
“Oh!” Marilyn yelped, her buttocks shooting far up off the bench.
Captain Tony began to screw her ass as rapidly as he could with his index finger, and he continued to plow three fingers into her cunt as well.
“Ooooh...” Marilyn groaned.
Now... Captain Tony thought.
He drew his fingers out of her various channels of lust; then he fairly bounded to a position at the front of the bench, on his knees between Marilyn's legs. Taking hold of both her thighs, one with each hand, he draped one over the arm of the bench and angled the other one sharply in the other direction; then he reached under her thighs to her hips and worked her primary points of interest so far forward that her buttocks were poised precariously half on the bench and half-suspended up over the floor.
“Now you're really going to learn what I meant when I said fucking isn't necessarily bad,” he said in a husky voice, his hand fumbling at his fly.
“Oh, Cap'n Tony,” Marilyn sighed expectantly.
And then, presently: “Oooh, Cap'n Tony!”
“Do you like the way I'm fucking you?” Captain Tony asked.
“It's heaven!” Marilyn exclaimed.
Captain Tony continued to fuck her for another minute or two; then abruptly he said, “Hurry and get undressed and we'll finish on the floor!”
Soon Marilyn lay naked and spread-eagled on the floor, and she bucked and jerked and gyrated her hips under Captain Tony, who had quickly stripped and then resumed fucking her.
Marilyn had stopped the brooding of her conscience. She had put her complete trust in Captain Tony.
She shifted her deeply flushed face to gaze up at him, and a fresh burst of energy in his thrusts made her pant and grunt up at his face.
Captain Tony was gripping her furiously jumping hips, and he was feeding the hugely swollen length of his cock to her throttling cunt time after time, plunging the hardened flesh ever deeper into her.
Nor was he satisfied simply to work his erection raw in her clammy passage. Wanting to make this more than just another fuck, he dug with his fingers into the long, dark valley between her buttocks, wedging the creamy mounds cruelly far apart and proceeding to molest the wrinkled pucker of her asshole with the tips of his middle fingers.
“Ooh, dear God! Dear God! What are you dooing to me?” Marilyn groaned from the scalding depths of her throat.
Already she felt like screaming for joy, so tremendously potent was the ecstasy running wild through her flesh.
Continuing to piston his cock into her insatiable hole, Captain Tony peered down intently at the meaty, wet, red place where their bodies were joined. He particularly delighted in the sight of the flared, glistening lips of Marilyn's pussy, which seemed to be nursing frantically on the brutally thick length of flesh shafting into her.
Marilyn was moaning with abandon, and it wasn't long before her face went taut, hard, streaked by the diffused swaths of subdued crimson that told of the turmoil in her bloodstream as her climax zeroed in on her cunt.
“Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!” she begged as she felt Captain Tony beginning to empty his seed into her.
While she was caught up in the violent throes of coming herself, the door was pushed open and Lydia and Bill entered the bridge.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Well, I'll be damned!” Lydia screamed, her face reddening as she watched her husband still sawing his cock into Marilyn's spasming cunt. “Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Tony? Goddamn, I step out for one minute—”
“You get off my wife!” Bill exploded, stomping toward the two on the floor.
“No, let 'em be,” Lydia said, grabbing him by the arm. “If they think they can do that to us, we can do the same thing to them...”
“Yeah... yeah,” Bill said, facing Lydia. “I'll teach that little bitch of a wife of mine...”
Bill was startled by the speed at which Lydia stripped. He stripped himself, but before he finished, Lydia took hold of his cock, wrapping both her hands around the thick, strong column.
Intrigued by the responsiveness of the shaft, Lydia began pistoning her hands on its throbbing length, stripping and unstripping the purple head's foreskin, which dragged and dragged at the intensely sensitive, nerve-charged ring of the flared corona.
Bill could stand only so much of such treatment, and it wasn't long before he had very nearly endured the limit. He fought Lydia's hands away from his cock; then he tumbled her onto her back beside Marilyn and Captain Tony and threw himself on top of her.
He happened to glance down at Marilyn, and he saw that she was smiling at him.
Taking her hand, he returned her smile and said, “At least we're not cheating behind each other's back now.”
“No,” Marilyn sighed, squeezing his hand as she squirmed under Captain Tony.
It was something, she mused. A kind of honor within dishonor. Maybe it was all a modern couple should hope for... in such sophisticated times.
She groaned. Captain Tony was going full speed ahead.
THE END