Jamie and Nils set off at sunrise. The sky stood calm but rough seas seized the boat and bucked it relentlessly. “Are we almost there yet?” Jamie called from the bow. “Almost,” Nils answered. Might as well enjoy the view, Nils thought, for no vista could compare with the beauty of Jamie’s ass.

At last they landed. “I thought you’d never come,” Lisa cried out. For an hour or so after that there were no more words—just squeals and moans and the steady slap of churning waves upon the shore.

But then Nils felt a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Nils, don’t think for a moment we’ve forgotten you,” Lisa said.

“He’s a wonderful rower,” Jamie added. “We need to reward him.”

Reward him they did, giving Nils the opportunity to taste each girl’s girl juice. to savor the scent of each girl’s aroused sex, and to delight in the textures and trembles of each girl’s cunt as they switched fore and aft whilst Nils rowed them through countless comes.

When finally Nils joined the girls in the ultimate ecstasy, his body bucked like a landed fish.