A Boating Gang-Bang

They stopped on the island overnight. May slept a lot, but, whenever she awoke, it was to find a hard cock being thrust into her mouth, pussy or anus. They had planned to leave on the tide at five that evening and Jack had gone aboard earlier to make his vessel ready.

He had finished his preparations over an hour ago now and had adopted his usual position of sitting on deck sucking a cold beer straight from the bottle. Three o'clock came and went. Three thirty and then four, with still no sign of May or John. By four thirty he was beginning to worry and by five forty-five he knew in his heart, they were not going to show.

Jack sighed as he hauled the anchor. It had been nice while it had lasted, he thought. As he set sail, alone once again, he briefly wondered what Cindy would be doing today.