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“I don’t either. She’s so confident. A cock like that…first time round…Well, I’d be nervous.”
“Oh?”
“That I couldn’t take it.”
Hal had his fingers inside my panties now, gliding through my silky moisture. “You’re so wet right now, you could take anything,” he growled. “You could take that cock, easily.”
The thought made me pant. I watched the boy’s hand on one shaft and felt the other shaft in my hand, I welcomed the press of fingers into my yielding hole, and in my head they were all one cock. “Do you think—” I started, then broke off with an “Oh! Don’t stop!”
Stacia, abruptly, had unhitched herself from her boyfriend’s face and plumped down on his thighs again, hiding his fine equipment from view. All we could see was her back and their arms. They were both reaching off-screen.
“What are they doing?” I asked, bereft.
“Condom,” my husband answered.
“Oh.” I was mollified. “Good girl.”
“Get up, Adele.” Hal lifted the laptop from me.
“Huh?”
“Over there. The armchair.” He guided me across our cabin to the compact, upholstered chair. Arranging me behind it, he put the open laptop computer on the seat cushion then bent me over the back. I braced my hands as Hal pulled down my panties. Looking down, we could both see the screen.
Stacia and friend had changed position. She was still astride his lap, but now she was facing outward, toward the camera. She wore her bra, though nothing else. Her body still hid most of his, but we could see the dark stripe of her semi-shaven mound, spread wide to engulf the pillar of his cock. As she sank upon it Hal thrust his fingers into my pussy, and I was so wet that my juices ran into his hand as he worked them inside me.
“Oh!” I cried.
Inch by inch Stacia impaled herself upon him. I just was beginning to suspect that her boyfriend was a lazy so-and-so—he hadn’t moved from his semi-recumbent slump since I’d first seen him—when he redeemed himself by releasing the bra-catch at Stacia’s back and letting her breasts tumble free. He threw the garment aside and grabbed himself big handfuls, pulling her back against him so that her soft torso was stretched taut.
“Oh…yes!” said Hal, withdrawing his fingers and, replacing them with his cock, entering me with a single thrust. All the way. His cock stretched me, filling my body with that familiar, delicious ache. And as Stacia bounced up and down on her boyfriend’s lap—her boobs slapping up and down in his cupped hands, her eyes closed in ecstatic concentration—Hal fucked me hard, just the way I like it. Both of us wide-eyed, but just as focused as Stacia. Watching the couple on the screen as they unwittingly gave us our own private sex show.
It felt like we were fucking them: that giant cock, those beautiful bodies. All that youth and passion. Through those illicit glimpses, we owned them.
When Stacia reached down to play with her clit, I followed suit. When she started to cum, heaving and shuddering, I came too. And that set Hal off, so that he emptied himself into me with a groan of relief.
Sweating and gasping, I would have collapsed over the chair-back, except that Hal caught me up and held me tight. “Are you okay, hon?” he whispered.
“Yes. Yes. Oh god…that was…”
Hal interrupted, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re such a hot little minx, Adele. That was incredible.”
On-screen, the two lovers had stopped moving and lay in a daze. I twisted round to take my own lover’s cheek in my hand. I didn’t know whether to giggle or cry.
“Oh Hal. Are we bad?”
“Bad? No.” His face was flushed, his hair darkened by sweat. He kissed me. “I’d say that that was really, really good.”
I stroked his face, exasperated. “You know what I mean.”
He grinned. “I know we’re going to be late for the dinner sitting unless we hurry.”
And we’d been invited to the Captain’s Table that night. “Oh hell,” I protested. “I need a shower now.” My filmy lingerie was stuck to my damp skin.
“Yes…I need to rinse off again. Come in the shower with me.” The twinkle in his eye suggested there was a possibility we were going to miss the meal altogether. I kissed the tip of his nose.
“You go ahead.”
As Hal disappeared back into the bathroom, I grabbed the mouse off the bed and turned to close down the camera feed. Stacia’s boyfriend had slipped off his rubber, and was tying a knot in it. It was hard to resent them anymore, but I winced as I saw his hand hover, about to drop it on the coffee table. Then Stacia intercepted; catching a tissue from an open box, she wrapped the used condom securely and stood up to take it away.
