Tourist Ch. 04

Luca spotted movement just around a bend from the cable basket when we reached the mainland. We walked towards the movement and soon the sounds of ecstasy and wet smacking skin rose from the ground.

Archie was laying on his back and Charity Wu was riding him in what the Yanks called a reverse cowgirl position. She was moving like she was a jockey at the Grand National. She squeezed her own tit and roughly pull her nipple like it was a part of a pinball machine. Archie was slapping her ass in a slow steady rhythm screaming obscenities at her. "Fuck me, cunt. You dirty slag."

He grabbed her waist stopped her movement he hissed his orgasm. I could tell she was contracting her cunt around his cock. Her hand busily worked her clit until she joined him in orgasmic bliss. She lifted her oriental face to the sky and drenched Archie with her own ejaculate. Stunned he shouted, "Blimey."

We waited for them to dress and join us. We walked back to the boat Charity and I on unsteady legs. "Your man can fuck," she whispered to me, "He cum three times. Good thing he's sterile."

Archie helped me into the boat and we sat in the bow. The others gave us our space as we sailed back to the villa. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"You okay, Lovey?" he asked.

"Just sore. How about you?"

"I'm fine."

"Charity says you fuck good."

He chuckled, "She's about shagged me silly that's for sure."

"Are we alright?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

I watched a flying fish launch itself over our heads and land in the water on the other side of the luzza. "Blimey" offered Archie surprised.

Unimpressed I said, "I've been fucked how many times by Luca and Rico. You've fucked the Chinese handmaiden until she walks like a cowboy from one of your American flickers. Do you still love me?"

"Sure. I love you. We came to Malta to conceive in a natural way and as Dr. Zammit said, nothing is more natural for conception than intercourse between a man and a woman. Don't you still love me?"

I kissed him on the mouth and whispered, "I love you more than I ever have."

He squeezed me tight and we just enjoyed the sea voyage. I watched as Charity moved from one side of the boat to the other. Her bikini bottom had ridden up her arse and her bum cheeks were peeking out. They were red and one globe even had the outline of Archie's handprint on it.

I asked Archie, "Why are you so rough with Charity?"

He gave me a blank look and said, "I really don't know. Something gets into me when I see Luca or Rico fucking you. It brings out an almost animal response in me. I want to fuck her hard and fast...maybe to reassert me manhood."

"Like the sea turtles?" I asked.

Archie nodded, "I guess...she doesn't seem to mind...she says she likes it rough and has even encouraged me to be rough."

We kissed to reassure each other.

"How about you, are you okay?" Archie asked.

"Yes. My mind is almost as numb as my body. I've never had so many orgasms. Can you overdose on pleasure?" I asked.