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hull. Restless people came together, broke apart. Phil felt aroused. Something sexual had to happen with
this crowd because all three females excited him and he knew he excited them.
But how? The tension rose. He wandered into the bar to find the girls seated all in a row, nervously
playing with drinks, like teenagers at a dance, hoping to be asked, dreading it. Vic looked keyed up.
George looked scared. Suddenly Phil could stand it no more.
"What I suggest," he said, his voice almost a shout, "is that we turn off all the lights, send the crew below
deck, remove our clothes and play 'Sardine'!"
There was a moment of shock and then the happy, relieved babble started again. The game was what
they needed to get started.
The game of 'Sardine' is usually played in a large house with many rooms, halls and other hiding places.
One person is chosen sardine. The lights go out. The sardine hides. The guests search for him. As each
person discovers him, he or she bodily piles on top of the sardine, trying not to giggle or laugh and give
away the hiding place to those still searching. As more and more guests find the spot they throw
themselves bodily on the pile, making a people pyramid. The object is to be first, or at least avoid being
last to find the sardine and join him in his sardine tin. Playing the game nude adds a distinctly erotic flavor.
Phil guessed that the yacht would do nicely and that the game would only go one round, and he was right
on both counts.
Vic sent the crew below, all lights were put out and everybody stripped, the girls giggling. Phil was
selected as 'sardine'. He streaked directly for the deck-level stateroom and dove on the bed with the big
"S" on the spread, the bed where he'd first screwed Flair so long ago, where he'd seen Vic toss Maddy.
Seconds later the bed filled with nude, squirming bodies, male and female and seconds after that cocks
were pumped hard by feminine hands, cunts stroked wet by the men. The orgy was on, the game over.
Phil found himself on top of a warm, voluptuous and squirming nude female. He had her face down on
the bed. Without finding out who it was in the dark, he forced his cock under her ass, found her cunt and
violated her.
"Ahhh, yes," sang Flair. It was her rounded buttocks, firm and muscular that he rested on, as he fucked
his prick deep into her belly to make her groan in pleasure at her unsealing and him to gasp with friction
joy.
Fair enough. He had not plugged her delicious belly since taking her maidenhead so long ago, yet her
cunt was sweet and tight, very hot, very wet on his rocking, oozing blade.
Somebody had gone into action next to Phil. He reached out a hand to enjoy the luxury of feeling
another couple ream each other while he did his stuff. His hand stroked the soft, shapely thigh of Texas
Bunny, on top of her a man who turned out to be George Panther. Phil didn't know it, but George had
once more or less plugged his niece, plugged Flair but had only had Texas in the butt. Now he rode his
prick happily up into the belly of Bunny, humming in pleasure. They ground on each other with furious
intent.
Phil let their rocking bodies inflame his senses while under him crazed Flair bucked fiercely enough for
them both.
"Oh, oh, fuck," sang Flair.
"Ah, lover, love your marvelous prick," keened Texas to George.
"Hot, loose-boned woman, sexy," gasped George.
"Round-up time," laughed Phil. His shaft received tremendous surges of joy from Flair's cunt. But what
was the use of losing yourself in your own trip when a whole orgy went on around you. He reached over
and turned on the light. There was a "thump" and he saw that Vic and Maddy had fallen on the floor,
pushed off the hot exertions of the other two couples. Vic was on top of Maddy, giving the girl's rich
body a fantastic reaming. Vic made up for what he'd lost at Niagara Falls two years before. The fall
from the bed didn't even disturb them. They kept on plunging, making happy carnal sounds.
"Eeee, yesss, good!" came from Maddy.
"Hot little bitch," drooled Vic.
It was easy to see that while each couple was self concentrated on their own hugging, caressing, kissing
and fucking they were highly stimulated by the other hot sex going on around them. The bed shook as if
in an earthquake.
Phil grabbed Flair's big tits from underneath, hugged her firm body tight and gave her a cock-sprint of
furious action, reveling in the knowledge that with athletic girls you could be a little rough. He dug his
mouth into the sweet flesh of the back of her neck, making her surge and rock faster under him.
"Uh, uh, uh."
She was getting there in a hurry, thrilling him unbelievably. He was ready for this. In recent years and all
this summer he'd gotten control of his lust that interfered with his business, had almost reached a state of
celibacy. His neglected cock now made up for lost time.
"Uh-huh!" yipped Flair. She tensed her buttocks thrillingly under him, squeezed her legs together and
came for him with sturdy cunt throbs of surrender against his buried shaft after only about three minutes
of wild action.
He fucked her through. Then, cock drenched with her burning cunt oils he got a bright idea. He slid his
blade out of her cunt, moved up two inches and dug against her asshole.
"What . . . you doing?" she cried in surprise. Then, "Oweeeee!" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]