Greg’s divorce happened because of his rampant infidelity. Jeff and Brett’s happened because they’d grown apart from their wives and were coming to grips with their desire for other men. Hank’s was the worst of all, because his wife woke up one day and with absolutely no warning said she was leaving him for another woman. Although nowhere near as well-endowed as Greg, Hank’s cock was incredibly thick, he had nuts each the size of a small woman’s clenched fists, and his beefy body was covered from neck to toes with thick, curly dark hair. So, not every woman‘s cup of tea, but extremely virile in his own specific way. The notion that his marriage had ended because of his wife’s total lack of attraction for him hit home even more than the other three who, for various reasons, blew their marriages up with issues around their own sexuality.

He tolerated Greg’s blustering promiscuity, and he was secretly amused by Jeff and Brett’s fumbling attempts to realize their true desires, but he felt if any of the four of them truly needed and desired the comfort of a woman like Steffi, it was him. So, as Hank and Brett clambered out of the cabin, red-faced and nudging each other, he pushed past them and went in. The now-familiar ritual of discarded clothing, and the other three watched his hairy back as he lumbered forward into the cabin.

Steffi at this point was starting to feel like maybe she’d be getting a bit more than she bargained for with this crew. On sight, she’d thought Hank was adorable in a cuddly-bear sort of way. And, she’d been with enough men like him to know that beefy hairy guys can be hung a little to the short side. After what she’d just been through with the other three, she thought, a little something – figuratively and literally – would be a welcome relief. But Greg had told her what he’d been through with his wife, and she had a little flicker of worry about what he might have in mind.

That flicker turned into a raging brushfire as she saw the look of lust on his face as he threw the curtain aside and clambered into the cabin. His cock was rigidly erect and, almost impossibly, nearly as wide as it was long. And it wasn’t exactly short. The musky smell of his sweat in the curls of hair all over his body clung in the air, with the pungent, bleachy odor of semen from his three predecessors.

“On your hands and knees. Please.” he ordered. Bracing herself for yet another vaginal assault, Steffi did as he asked. Knowing she’d be – if nothing else – well lubricated, Hank pushed her forward so he could stick his head up through the hatch, and then impaled her in one continuous, smooth motion that left them both gasping. “Godamighty DAMN! You’re easily as thick as the two of them put together. Jesus!” groaned Steffi. He’d pushed himself all the way inside her and was now rocking and bucking and ramming as he tried to push every last millimeter of himself inside her. She reached back between their legs, reaching for his enormous dangling testicles. They were swaying back and forth so violently – both from his lunging motions as from the swaying of the boat – that she missed them on the first pass, but caught them expertly as they swung back. She pulled his distended, heavy scrotum down, feeling his huge eggs that overflowed from her hand. Pulling and tugging and twisting his sac seemed only to inflame his desire and he now began pile-driving himself in and out of her – pulling his impossibly thick cock out to the point that only his loose foreskin was still inside her, and then cramming himself back in again.

Greg was a hot fuck, Steffi thought to herself, the boys were a nifty little kink, but this is a whole ‘nother thing. He’s using me to get back at his wife, if not all women in general. That thought, for some reason, coupled with doggie being a position she actually liked, plus her attraction for him, plus the unusual sensation of his oddly enormous cock inside her, drove her quickly to a series of noisy, powerful orgasms. She came and came and came with a joy and abandon that she rarely felt these days. Hank continued his bucking and ramming and then just as she sensed he was getting ready to come, instead of speeding up as Greg and Hank & Brett had, he actually slowed down.

Then, in one quick and completely unexpected move, he pulled out of her, grabbed her by her hips with his hairy paws, and flipped her over on her back. Completely helpless and unable to move, she laid on her back staring up at this big, beefy hairy guy kneeling down near her feet, starting to jack himself off. My God, she thought to herself, he almost can’t get both of his hands around his own penis! His balls slapped back and forth against her thighs and his groans became shouts and he came and the whole world stopped.

Hank let out a huge “U-N-N-N-H-H!”, and a rope of sperm of incredible thickness, length and duration came out of him. For at least three seconds his semen continuously sprayed into the cabin. He powered his cock around like a firehose, dousing her belly, her tits, her face and hair, the cabin wall. It stopped and he paused, gasping for breath for a second. Then, another “U-N-N-N-H-H!” and he pointed his penis straight up in the air and another volley shot up through the hatch and disappeared above them. Then, one more, only somewhat smaller and shorter again all over her. After that, things subsided somewhat and he sank back against the cabin wall, gasping.

“Sweet Jesus,” Steffi whispered. “I’ve never in my entire life seen anything like that!” Hank grinned lazily, and said nothing. He could hear the shouts and cries of the other three up on deck. The funk of sweat and sex and sperm in the cabin was now over-powering. He rolled over to leave, and Steffi said, “There’s a box of stuff I brought in the galley, could you toss it in? And, tell the fellas nobody else for at least an hour. I’ve gotta do some maintenance work here!”

Obligingly, he rolled out of the cabin, and found the box full of towels, handi-wipes and other useful supplies for cleaning up after an orgy held in a small space. He passed it in to her. Ignoring his clothes, he stepped up naked on the deck where the other three were staring over his shoulders in silence.

He turned around and looked up. On the jib, about 6’ up, just above the hatch, was one long, continuous stripe of his semen slowly oozing down and dripping onto the deck. “You fuckin’ moron,” Greg growled, “do you have any idea how much that sail cost?” “Whatever, dude,” said Hank airily, “You’re the only one who hasn’t managed to get her off. Put it on my bill.” Sitting down in the corner, with his hairy legs wide open, and his heavy genitals swaying back and forth to the motion of the boat, he added, “No more takers for an hour, she’s gotta freshen up. After that, we’ll have to decide what to do.”

Next, I think Greg goes back for seconds. Then, perhaps the orgy. And did I mention they’re about to bump into an around-the-world solo sailor who hasn’t gotten laid in six months?