by Jason Lenov
Chapter 11
On the way from dinner to the dock I stopped at the gift shop and bought a box of condoms while Piper waited outside. After paying I took them all out of the box and stuffed them into my pockets and threw the box out.
“What was that?” Piper asked when I walked out.
We started walking towards the dock. “I bought some condoms,” I said.
Piper didn’t reply.
Her silence was as arousing as it was disturbing. “Piper?” I asked after a while.
She turned to look at me. “What’s up?”
I felt the space between us electrify. “You…I just…you really should make him wear one,” I muttered.
Piper chewed on her lower lip. “I know,” she said, though she sounded anything but convinced.
“You’re not on anything. It’s dangerous. Simon could have…”
“I know,” she said again, cutting me off.
I waited, letting the silence tighten the tension of the moment. “What then?”
Piper looked up and into my eyes. “You felt it too, didn’t you?” she asked. “Right before he…when he was inside me, inside my bare pussy and right before he finished? When I pushed my thumb into your mouth?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “He could have come inside me, Tom.”
The sentence sent a warm shudder racing through me.
“He could have come inside my pussy. Can you imagine if he did? Imagine we were standing here right now and didn’t know if there was something growing inside me?”
I shuddered and exhaled. “Where are you? In your cycle?” I blurted.
A faint smile appeared on Piper’s lips. “Do you want to know, Tom? Or do you want me to keep it to myself?”
My mind raced as I tried to remember when I’d last seen wrappers in the bathroom trash bin. I couldn’t recall. Piper often didn’t want to have sex during her period but we’d still fool around. This blurred the memory of when she might have been on it.
I almost guffawed when I realized how she was playing me. I’d been so excited by the prospect of Piper being bred that I’d completely overlooked the fact that she would never allow such a thing to happen.
She might have become much more of a slut than she’d been before but she would never in a million years let herself get pregnant.
“Keep it a secret,” I said quietly.
Piper’s smile widened. “Okay,” she said with a nod. “I will.”
We started walking towards the dock holding hands. It had been an exciting few moments, imagining that Piper would do something so dirty and depraved as letting another man impregnate her, but the safe feeling knowing it was an impossibility brought, was a welcome one.
The zodiac buzzed across the water and pulled up just as we stepped out onto the dock. The smiling young black man helped us both in, then pushed off and revved the engine.
We sped out over the azure waters, away from the resort and finally around an outcrop of rock. I caught my breath as I laid eyes on the luxury yacht we were closing in on. It was easily a hundred feet, a sleek white dart with black windows all around and a forward tilted window at the top where the cockpit was.
I looked at Piper who looked as delighted as she was surprised. “Are you serious?” she asked over the din of the outboard.
The guy piloting the boat started to laugh. A few moments later the hum of the engine died and we floated up to the back of the yacht where another crewman was waiting to catch the rope.
He was a big black guy wearing a tight white shirt. The muscles in his arms stretched the fabric, threatening to rip it as he helped Piper up.
She spun around as I was scrambling up onto the boat and nodded. Then she eyed him from behind and mouthed “oh yeah.”
A delicious warmth flooded through me followed by the cold spike of jealousy. While this meant that Piper would be game for the surprise that lay in store, I was once again knocked a little off balance by her excitement.
“Piper! Tom!”
We both turned at the sound of Jack’s voice booming out across the deck and onto the open water. He walked towards us, drink in hand, ice clinking in the glass, with open arms.
I smiled and made to shake his hand but he turned at the last moment and put a hand on Piper’s back. He turned and started walking back the way he’d come, guiding her along beside him.
A moment before he disappeared into the door a woman stepped out. “Oh Jack, don’t be rude!” she chided.
Jack turned and waved that I should follow.
The woman smiled and started to walk towards me. She was older, probably in her fifties, but still very attractive. Her blonde hair was cut short and styled so that it stood straight up. She had ample breasts that sagged a little but looked fun. She had a full ass and plump thighs but it all looked like it could be a good time.
I got excited at the prospect of something maybe happening between us. Jack had said they were swingers, after all.
“I’m Donna,” she said, offering her hand, a martini glass dangling precariously in the other. She looked me up and down as I shook her hand. “Jack was right,” she said, unapologetic about checking me out. “You’re not half bad.”
I blushed. Apparently Donna was as unabashed as her husband. I guess I shouldn’t have expected much else.
“You ever fucked an older woman?” she asked, giving me a skeptical stare. She spoke with the gravelly voice of a reformed smoker.
I managed to aspirate some saliva at that exact moment. I burst into a fit of coughing and hacking that made Donna take a step back. It took a good minute to catch my breath and clear my throat enough to be able to speak.
The whole time Donna eyed me with what seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
“I’m sorry,” I finally sputtered, “I just swallowed some…” I pointed to my throat.
Donna still looked skeptical, but smiled. “Jack mentioned you were a little fresh.”
“Fresh?” I asked.
“That you didn’t know what the hell you were doing,” Donna explained, gesticulating with her martini.
“Oh…” I muttered. It was a tiny bit humiliating being so fresh as Jack had put it.
“Come on,” she said, hooking her arm under mine. “Let’s see about appetizers.” She started walking me towards the door.
“Um, appetizers?” I said. “I didn’t realize we were doing food. Piper and I already ate.”
Donna looked at me out of the corner of her eye for a moment before bursting into a hearty laugh. “Oh, honey, you’re as fresh as they come. He didn’t tell me that. This is going to be fun.” She polished off her drink and gave me a shove into the door.
Plush is the only way to describe the interior of the boat. Everything was solid polished wood or soft velour. The colors were light greens and browns.
Jack was close-talking to Piper in the corner.
The sound of the zodiac revving up drifted in from outside.
As Donna led me towards the bar I stared at Piper and Jack. She had a drink in her hand and was listening with rapt attention to whatever he was saying. Every once in a while she would giggle or gasp at some detail of his story.
I hoped she’d look at me, that we could share a glance or a smile, something that would remind us both that we were in this together. But she was too caught up in Jack already.
I turned and sat down at the bar to find Donna smiling at me. “Look at him,” she said, nodding towards Jack. “Fifty-three and he’s still got it.”
I looked back at Jack and Piper.
“The next time you turn around he’s going to have his tongue half-way down her throat. The time after that she’ll be bent over with his cock shoved into one of her holes. I’ll put money on it.”
A cold sweat gripped me as I turned, wide-eyed, to look at Donna again. I froze as I realized that what she had said might very well be true.
Donna chuckled as she poured out two martinis and handed one to me. “That gets you where it counts
, doesn’t it?” she asked.
I swallowed half the martini in one gulp. To clear my dry throat and to take some of the punch out of what she’d said.
“Ah I remember those times,” Donna said with a wistful sigh. She held the martini glass up and swirled it a few times before taking a sip. “Back when we started and it was a turn on just watching him talk to a girl.” She looked over my shoulder. “See? Sure enough,” she said with a nod towards Piper and Jack. “There he goes.”
My stomach tightened into a knot. I pushed past my paralysis and turned slowly around on the stool. A finger of fear and jealousy clawed down my back followed by a warmth of arousal that brought my cock to life in my lap.
Jack had set his drink aside. His lips were pressed against Piper’s as he leaned over her in a kiss. His hairy hands pawed at her round ass. And sure enough it looked like his tongue was deep in Piper’s mouth.
The sight of Piper’s hands crawling up his arms, accepting him and making it look like she was enjoying what he was doing made a rage begin to boil inside me that surged into my cock.
“Looks like she’s having a good time,” Donna whispered over my shoulder. “How about you?”
I tore my eyes away from the scene, turned back towards Donna and downed the rest of the martini in one gulp.
Donna’s eyes raked down my body and her gaze settled in my lap. “Looks like you’re having a good time, too,” she said with a smile. “You want to take that thing out and put it to good use?” She set her glass down and step out from behind the bar. Then she walked up and put her arms around my neck.
I got a strong whiff of booze off her breathe and flowery perfume off her neck as she leaned in to kiss me. My cock hardened. It had been years since I’d kissed anyone but Piper. I felt like a schoolboy, trying it for the first time.
Donna’s hands roamed down my chest and she started unbuckling my belt. She yanked my underwear down and my cock jumped out. She pulled away from the kiss to look down. “Not bad,” she said with one eye raised.
I gasped as she wrapped her hand around it. Her palms were soft and warm. She stroked it, looked up at me with a smile and put and arm on my shoulder. Without warning she spun the stool and turned me around.
“Oh my God…” I grunted.
Piper was bent over one of the tables. She was holding onto it, a pained expression on her face as she rocked back and forth.
Jack’s fat cock was pumping in and out of her pussy, covered in grool.
Donna stroking my cock and the sight of Piper being completely defiled so quickly, just like Donna had said, sent me barrelling over the edge.
Hot shots of white ejaculate leapt out of my cock as it spasmed in Donna’s hand.
“Oh hon, seriously?” Donna said as she stroked out my orgasm. “Wow you are fresh.” Her warm breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. “How many times have you done this?” she asked once she’d drained my nuts.
“This is the second,” I said, panting.
Donna took a towel from behind the bar and wiped the semen off her hand. “Oh my gosh!” she said, getting excited. “Are we ever in for a treat!”
I wasn’t sure what she meant but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop staring as Jack continued his relentless pounding into Piper’s hot pussy. Something clicked in my mind.
The fucking condoms.
I shoved my hand into my pocket and hauled one out. I held it out in front of me not knowing what to do.
“What’s that?” Donna asked coming back around and nearly blocking my view of Piper.
“It’s a condom. She…she’s not…on anything,” I stammered.
Donna rolled her eyes. “Good luck getting Jack to put that thing on,” she said. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Piper screamed. She started pushing herself back onto Jack’s cock as she came.
My eyes widened in horror as I watched his face contort.
Piper’s orgasm finished with a whimper just as Jack hauled his cock out of her.
A wave of relief swept over me as he started spraying his cum all over her ass.
Piper gazed up at him and bounced it back and forth.
Donna lifted the front of her skirt and put one foot on the bar rail.
My eyes wandered down to her exposed, furry snatch. She had a thick tuft of hair above her slit, bleached the same colour as the hair on her head.
“Payback time,” she said, grinning.
“For what?” I asked.
“For that nut! I was getting all excited and you’re done! No fair. Now everyone’s had one but me. Come on hon.” She put her hand on my shoulder and started guiding me down off the chair.
I stuffed my cock into my pants on the way down. I craned my neck around her thigh to see what was happening with Piper and Jack.
“Aww, that’s sweet. You want to know what’s going on with your wife? Here, I’ll turn a little so you can watch.” She turned to the side.
I could just see Piper out of the corner of my eyes.
Donna put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth up against her furry puss. She’d perfumed between her legs. The flowery scent mixed with the acidic note of her juice. She opened her slit with two fingers.
My tongue met her cunt and I started to lick with a nose full of her curly pubes. I saw Jack slap his deflated but still thick cock against Piper’s ass. She moaned.
Jack stuffed his cock back into his shorts but kept a hand on her back. He spread her apart with two fingers and rubbed her slit. Piper moaned again and Jack grinned, admiring his handiwork.
Piper opened her eyes. Our eyes finally met. Her mouth popped open at the sight of me on my knees servicing Donna. Then a smile crept across her lips and she giggled.
Jack gave her ass a playful smack. “Come on kiddo,” he said. “Let me fix you a drink.” He helped her up off the table.
Her skirt fell down over her thighs but she didn’t bother putting her underwear on. As they walked over to the bar she stared at me, my face buried between Donna’s thighs.
“He any good?” Jack asked, looking down at me.
“He’s alright,” Donna said, staring at me from above. “What about her?”
“Tight as a fucking…ugh!” Jack said, slamming a fist into his palm. He walked around the bar and started fixing drinks.
My tongue was starting to get sore. I was also getting a very odd hard-on from the situation. These people had brought us onto their boat and made us their toys and something about that turned me on.
“She’s not on anything Jack,” Donna said, as if it were the most mundane piece of news she could share with her husband.
“Huh?” Jack said. “You’re not?”
Piper shook her head and blushed.
Jack grinned. “So we might leave you with a little memento of your stay down here huh?”
To my astonishment, Piper giggled.
“Almost there honey,” Donna said above me. Hot juice started to sluice out of her pussy and into my mouth.
The sound of the zodiac pulling up to the boat buzzed outside.
“Fuck!” Donna yelped as she grabbed the bar. Her pussy started clenching against my tongue and more liquid gushed out. She grabbed a fistful of hair and mashed my face even harder against her cunt. Then she sawed her hips back and forth, rubbing herself onto me like she needed to permanently mark me with her scent.
As the last shudders of her orgasm expired three large black men walked down the door from the deck outside. All three laid eyes on me and smiled.
Chapter 12
Donna released her grip on my hair and took a step back. Her skirt fell over her snatch.
I dragged myself to my feet with the help of the bar stool and wiped her juice off my face with the back of my hand.
“Hey guys! Make yourself at home,” Jack said. “The usual?”
All three men nodded.
“Tom, Piper, this is Delmar, Lavan and Taylor,” he said pointing at the guys. He grabbed three glass
es from beneath the bar and poured out a healthy dollop of whisky into each. Rounding the bar he handed the drinks to the three men.
Piper looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a sly smile.
It was a relief because a part of me had still been worried what would happen when she found out what tonight was really supposed to be about.
“Come on,” Jack said. “Let’s relax a little and catch our breath.” He took Donna under the arm. “We should give the lovebirds here a moment alone,” he said, winking at me and Piper.
Donna smiled as she let herself be led away. “Thanks hon. You were alright,” she said over her shoulder.
Jack and Donna started chatting with the three guys. They seemed to be good friends.
I looked back at Piper to see that she was still smiling, still watching me. “Is there something you want to tell me?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
Piper rolled her eyes. “You didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell me it wasn’t just going to be Jack and his wife tonight?” she said, glancing towards the three men.
I lowered my eyes sheepishly. “Sorry?” I said with a shrug. I looked back up to see her reaction.
Piper was still smiling, which was a little strange. “Jack told me on the beach, Tom,” she whispered.
Something shifted inside of me. “Wait, you knew about this?” I asked.
Piper nodded.
“And you came anyways?”
She giggled and shook her head. “Tom it’s the reason I came.” She lowered her voice and leaned in closer. “Can you imagine what it’s going to be like watching three black studs fuck my bare pussy?” she whispered. A note of excitement, an electric energy tinged her words. “And you’re going to do it, aren’t you Tom? You’re not going to tell anyone to put a condom on. You’re just going to let them all fill me up with their hot cum.”
I wasn’t sure whether she was making sure or telling me that was the way things were going to be. Either way I couldn’t believe that this was Piper talking. She seemed so turned on by the idea, the danger of it.
I had to take a step back. This wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. This was as real as anything could get. Was I really going to play this game?