Taken

With a loud sigh, she gave Jane a hard push, causing her to sprawl backward against the deck. “Ah, that was nice,” she said to Robert, a satisfied smile on her lips. “The little bitch has finally gotten the knack. It’s almost too bad we have to—”

“My turn,” Robert said quickly, purposely cutting Brenda off. He didn’t want to talk about that today. He just wanted to have fun. He reached for Jane where she lay, pulling her up onto her knees. Dragging his suit down below his balls, he forced her head down over his huge, erect cock.

“Just use your mouth. No hands. Put them behind your back.”

He closed his eyes, lifting his face to the sun as the little slut sucked him for all she was worth. Putting his hand on the back of her head, he forced her down until she gagged. He loved to choke-fuck girls with his dick, especially while lolling on the deck of their gorgeous luxury speedboat. Jesus H Fucking Christ, life was good.

When he’d spurted down her throat, he let go of Jane’s head and pushed her away. Getting to his feet, he tucked himself back into his Speedo and accepted a vodka soda from Brenda. Popping the top, he sat on the bench opposite his wife. The boat was rocking gently on the water, which gave him an idea.

“Let’s see how well the frog does running a relay on a rocking boat,” he suggested.

“I have a better idea. Let’s see how well she crawls.” Brenda pulled a bag of potato chips from under the bench and tossed it to Robert, who easily caught it.

“Hey, cunt,” she snapped at Jane. “Get on your hands and knees. You’re going to crawl back and forth between us. You crawl first to me for your punishment, and then to Robert for your reward.”

The girl got on her hands and knees, her cute little ass waggling as she crawled over the swaying deck toward Brenda. When she got to her, Brenda slapped her sharply across the face, whipping Jane’s head to the side and pulling a small cry from her lips.

“Go on,” Brenda said, laughing. “Crawl to Robert for your reward and then get your ass back here.”

Jane swiveled on the deck and moved toward Robert. Brenda’s handprint was clearly visible on her right cheek. When she got to Robert, he made her sit up like a puppy to beg. Then he dropped a potato chip into her open mouth. “Go on back to Brenda, little frog.” As she turned, he gave her a little kick in the ass to get her moving.

Brenda slapped her other cheek, the clap of her palm against Jane’s face loud in the stillness. They played the game for several minutes, until the girl could barely drag herself across the deck, and her cheeks were flaming red, tears streaming down her cheeks.

When she finally collapsed in a heap between them, Robert got to his feet and stood over her. “Get up,” he said, prodding her with his toe.

All she managed to do was roll over, throwing her arm over her face. “I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

“You can and you will,” Brenda shouted, also coming to her feet.

At that moment, the sound of a boat’s engine roared in the distance, coming closer with every passing second. “Shove her under a bench,” Brenda said urgently. To Jane, she said, “You make a fucking sound, you’ll regret it, bitch.”

Robert grabbed the girl and tucked her under his bench. Sitting down with his legs in front of her, he accepted a second cold can of vodka soda from Brenda. As the other boat sped by, he waved at them with his can. They waved back.

When the coast was clear again, Robert pulled Jane out from under the bench. Her skin was flushed pink all over. “Hey, Bren,” he said. “Hand me the sunscreen, will you? We don’t want the frog to turn into a lobster.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Brenda said. She rummaged in the tote bag they’d brought along and pulled out a spray can of sunscreen. She tossed it to Robert.

“Stand up and hold out your arms,” he directed Jane.

“Please,” Jane said, her voice raspy. “I’m very thirsty.”

“Well, yeah,” Robert agreed as he sprayed the sunscreen over her skinny frame. “You ate half that bag of potato chips, greedy girl.”

“Please,” she said again, her eyes beseeching.

Robert glanced to Brenda. “A bottle of water?”

“Nah, give her a vodka soda. It’s a party.” She handed Robert a can, which he popped and held out to Jane.

“Here you go. You can sit on the deck to drink it.”

Jane took it and sank down to the deck, leaning her back against the bench. He sat beside her, placing his hand lightly on her head. She drank quickly, not stopping until she’d drained the can. That was going to give the tiny little thing a nice buzz, he thought with a grin.