"Fuck me! Use the dildo!" she cried hysterically. "Fuck me with the dildo! MAKE ME COME!" Her urgent, anguished plea knifed into her sister's psyche, flooding Lynn with sibling empathy.
Quickly, she took the nine-inch dildo from its box and donned the ersatz cock. The stimulated prick, with its eighth-inch barbs evenly spaced along its smooth surface, should have received a light coating of vaseline but Lynn didn't want to waste the time. Her sister sounded too pitiable, too much in anguish to delay the manufactured penis' entrance. Besides which, Lynn knew that Paula's pussy was oozing a copious flow of lubricant to pave the way for easy insertion and penetration.
As Paula raised her legs about her sister's waist and spread her labia with her fingers, Lynn guided the notched cock-head into Paula's embattled cunt-meat. Lynn grabbed her sister's ass and shoved her body forward, the nine-inch replica burrowing full in.
Paula wheezed a loud sigh of erotic relief as the barbed tool agitated along the walls of her fiery vagina.
"Kiss me!" she cried, humping her hips frantically against the pimpled thickness of the pistoning, plastic prick....
CHAPTER ONE
Pam Stoddard, eighteen, blonde and beautiful leaned against the railing of the S.S. Family Circle and watched the high mountains of Guayaquil, Ecuador, slip below the horizon, her mind projecting prurient images of her stay in the old city. It had only been a few hours since she left David Carstairs, but she missed him terribly, missed his gargantuan cock that had given her a week of indescribable pleasure.
Finding, fucking and then leaving was the one disturbing aspect of her otherwise Utopian existence. As long as she was on the S.S. Family Circle, a sleek, one-hundred-and-fifty-foot, sea-going yacht, she would have to endure the pleasure and the agony of brief encounters, for she and the other fourteen passengers were on an endless odyssey, putting into ports when stimulus was needed, or individual whims dictated it, or when provisions were required.
Pam had been the instigator of the eternal voyage, persuading her father, Donald Stoddard, an extremely wealthy, corporation lawyer, to purchase the yacht so she wouldn't have to divide her time and her love between her divorced parents who lived on the opposite coasts of the country. Now she had her father and her mother, Ellen, along with their respective spouses under the same floating roof, allowing her the luxury of undivided love. It was the culmination of a five-year dream.
Both families, which also included Pam's brother, Jack, who was two years older than she, were sexually oriented and so, too, were the two families who had been chosen to accompany them on the oceanic venture.
The beautiful ship had already put into Acapulco, Colon and was now leaving Guayaquil in its wake, heading for Callao, Peru. In each of the ports, Pam had discovered a young man who added another facet to her sexual education and carved a niche in her memory.
She sighed deeply and left the railing. Now that even the peaks of Guayaquil's mountains were no longer visible, she would have to be content with memories, savor the present and anticipate the future.
Bored, she went below, intending to get some rest before dinner and regenerate her libido which had suffered an incessant attack while she was at the Carstair mansion in Guayaquil. David, the twenty-two-year old scion of the family, seemed to have a perpetual hard-on and Pam utilized it fully. As sexually insatiable as she was, she had met her match in him, so she thought it best to prepare for the night ahead by resting. On the S.S. Family Circle, sex was the order of the day-and night! Sexual abstinence was unknown to the salacious passengers.
When the four diverse families first boarded ship, there was an initial air of reserve, each of the families confining their sexual enjoyment within the immediate family circle, but the reservations had disappeared with time and now sexual interchange was the accepted mode of life.
As Pam passed stateroom eight, which was the last stateroom, starboard' aft and occupied by Robert Carlyle and his twin sisters, Cindy and Corny, both fourteen years old, Pam heard Cindy girlishly squeal, "Bobby-my pussy's crying!"
Pam stopped and put her ear to the slightly ajar door. She was not committing a social faux pas because each of the fifteen passengers were welcome in any cabin, at any time, to either initiate a sexual interlude, join one already in progress, or to simply watch and enjoy it vicariously.
Pam entered the cabin and saw Cindy lying on the bed. her luscious body stretched luxuriously over the blue satin bedspread. Cindy was only fourteen, but her body had matured far beyond that chronological category. She had large, full breasts which didn't flatten as she lay on her back and her delicate pink nipples were vibrantly erect like little lingers. Her gently flared hips surrounded a gracefully molded coital area. The only indication of her youth was the sparseness of black pubes at her crotch. Her jet black hair was spread over the pillow, forming a frame for her startlingly lovely face.
"Hi, Pam." she called softly, her face lighting up with a warm smile.
Pam looked at the young girl's gaping crotch and saw the delectable pink of Cindy's labial slot. The exciting view stabbed angrily at her libido, but she forced herself to remain aloof.
"Hi, Cindy," Pam said. "Starting or finishing?" As Pam asked the question. Bobby. Cindy's nineteen-year-old brother, came out of the bathroom in the nude, his huge cock swinging heavily from side to side as he approached the bed and his sister.
Bobby was darkly handsome with jet black hair like his sister.
"Starting," he answered. "Want to make it a crowd?"
Pam shook her head hesitantly. It was an offer that she rarely refused, but she was still beat from the farewell fucking which David had given her and needed to rest for the night.
"I think I'd better pass-this time. I can still feel David's monster poking in my pussy. Okay if I watch?"
"You know damned well it is," Bobby answered enthusiastically. He put a chair at the foot of the bed and Pam sat down stiffly as though she were going to referee a contest.
"If at any time you feel the urge-feel free to join," Bobby said and then turned his attention to his sister.
Pam leaned forward for a better view as Bobby lay beside his sister and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue darting into her mouth.
The little girl moaned in relief as she felt his thick tongue racing around her mouth and felt his hand cover her tit, massaging the creamy mound with a rolling motion. She wriggled closer to him, her side pressing into the heat of his stiff cock. Her hand wrapped around the turgid muscle and she rubbed it back and forth over the silken skin of her belly.
Bobby pulled his mouth from hers allowing her to gasp for air, while his fingers captured her taut nipple and kneaded it firmly. Instead of returning to his sister's mouth, he laved her neck, his tongue tipping lightly along the sensitive surface.
Mewling softly from the leaping sparks of delight which skittered along her skin, she pulled rapidly on her brother's throbbing shaft, her fingers brushing against his hairy scrotum with each downward stroke.
He continued his downward path, salivating across her satiny shoulder and up the steep slope of her heavenly breast until he sucked in the tautness of her rosy berry, while his fingers scraped over her belly, his hard nails rasping the delicate flesh.
Cindy's flat belly quivered and her ass twitched from the erotically stirring action. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his fingers over her lower abdomen and entered the sparse bush at her crotch where he pressured and kneaded the flesh below while his lips clamped on her distended teat and mashed the blood-filled member harshly.
"Ooohhh, Bobby, Bobby my pussy's burning! Finger me!" Cindy pleaded, her ass whipping from side to side.
He put his hand between her widely-spread legs and forced open the sticky labia, inserting his fingers into the fiery slot. His baby sister humped her hips against his invading digits, trying to still the anguished torment in her loins.
Her furious gyrations indicated her need for greater attention and he sought to fulfill her need. His fingers followed the meaty path of her vulva and found her eager clit couched behind a fleshy fold. Like a hungry boa, his fingers entrapped the blood-engorged epicenter of her sexuality and squeezed it savagely.
"Yes, Bobby, yes! Oooohhhhh, Bobbbbbbyyyyyyy!" she screached wantonly, her heels pounding rapidly into the bed.
Cindy squeezed and pulled and twisted his swollen prick as though she were trying to wrench it free from its mooring. It was almost as though she were seeking revenge for the wracking impulses that were bombarding her psyche.
"Fuck me, Bobby! FUCK ME-I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, enveloped by searing flames of passion.
Bobby pulled his fingers from his sister's flowing cunt-meat and quickly moved between his legs, his rigid staff slapping against her inner thighs. She grabbed the meaty extension in her tiny fist and guided it to the gaping entrance of her cock-hungry pussy. Wedging the pulsing glans in the grabbing meat of her pulpy labia, she let it go and dug her fingers into the hardness of her brother's shoulders while her legs flew into the air.
"Ram it in, Bobby!" the little nymphet squealed.
Bobby grabbed his sister by the cheeks of her firm ass and lifted her off the bed while at the same time, he lunged forward sending his thick, long prick screeching through Cindy's tight, hot slot.
The black-haired little girl was only five weeks removed from her virginity and her seething cunt, although accommodating many, many cocks and tongues in that period, was still exceptionally tight and it seemed to Bobby as though he was encasing his rock-hard tool in a velvety vise.
Cindy had taken to sex from the first insertion, never once feeling discomfort of pain. Her virgin pussy had swallowed its first penis with an inherent hunger and the insatiable hunger had remained constant, adapting readily to every size and shape of cock which invaded her greedy, meaty hole.
Now that her brother's plunging rod had imbedded itself safely in the scalding confines of her contorting vagina, she wrapped her legs around his waist and humped furiously, her tight ass whipping from side to side, making Bobby feel as though he had stuck his aching shaft in a thrashing machine.
Almost in self-defense, he had to pick up the rhythm of her wildly bucking ass or have his cock torn out by the roots.
Like rutting animals, brother and sister growled and snarled as they ground and slammed into each other, their sweating bodies popping apart with each outward thrust.
Pam sat glued to her chair, mesmerized by the uninhibited carnal display and her own passion, in spite of her sexually contented state, was rising spectacularly in her loins. She could feel the warm seepage between her legs and the libidinous knot forming in her guts, but she fought the urge to climb onto the bed and shove her seething cunt-meat into Bobby's face. Instead, she ran from the room, knowing that she had to conserve, her energy for her rendevous later that evening with her father.
Bobby and Cindy were oblivious to her hasty exit as they viciously pummeled each other.
"Are you getting there, baby?" Bobby asked his sister, his lungs sucking in breath laboriously. Her wanton, greedy need was sapping his strength and he knew that if she didn't soon reach her climax, he wouldn't be able to hold his back. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted their orgasms to be simultaneous so they might savor the fruits of their erotic labor together.
Mustering his waning energy, he put forth a concerted attack, savagely pistoning his primed prick into his sister's grabbing hole.
She was just at the brink of sexual heaven and his final, desperate attack pushed her over the edge into the churning abyss.
"I'm coming! I'm coommmiiinnngggg!" she shrieked with ecstatic hysteria and bit into his shoulder. She squeezed him in the vise of her legs and pulled him into the V of her crotch, his jerking cock spurting hotly into her fiery depths.
He succeeded in his desire. Their monumental orgasms were simultaneous.
As they shuddered from the edenic paroxysms, Pam was under the needle spray of her shower, allowing the cool water to douse the flames which licked hungrily at her libido.
Pam's gorgeous body took on a rosy glow from the vigorous toweling she gave it. It was still early afternoon and the sun was shining brilliantly as she slipped between the crisp sheets, her mind still lingering on the wild encounter which she had just witnessed.
She was too stimulated to fall right to sleep so she thought of the immediate past and how wonderful it was to know that she would never again have to be separated from either her mother or her father.
It had been an untenable situation. When she was with her mother and her stepfather, Martin, on the east coast, she missed Donald. When she was with Donald, her father, and her step-mother, Dawn, and her brother, Jack, on the west coast, she missed her mother. It was a constant bitter/sweet existence that mingled tears with laughter, mixed happiness with heartbreak and had her on an emotional yo-yo. But that undesirable situation was a thing of the past, thanks to Pam's logic and persuasive manner and her parents' affluence. She thought, too, of Acapulco and Carlos, whose short, very thick cock she had ridden with her clitoris while he lay on a motorized surfboard. It had been one of the most frenetic, sensation-giving experiences she had had in her young life. She could still feel his stubby prick buzzing on her clit as the motor transferred its vibrations through his body.
The next image on the screen of her mind was Colon, the bawdy city of the Canal Zone where she and the other young people had visited Dimples' house of a thousand pleasures, where a huge black man had whipped an Incan girl into an orgiastic frenzy to the accompaniment of jungle drums and magenta lights. She remembered that they had been so erotically overwhelmed by the sadistic display that Paula Madison, sixteen and newly deflowered, got to her knees and feasted on the Incan girl's flowing cuntmeat while the big black whipped her ass and pussy until she came. As that was happening, Pam and Paula's sister, Lynn, sucked every cock in sight.
Of course, still fresh in Pam's memory was her week with David in Guayaquil. She had become overly attracted to the handsome youth and left a lock of her pubic bush with him. She was attracted to him, but madly in love with his phallus. It was an enormous tool that Pam had taken in her mouth, ass and pussy. Not once in the entire week of her stay was she disappointed by the massive muscle. When she wanted it, it was ready-and she wanted it most of the time.
She was mentally savoring the succulent delights of David's prick when she slipped off to sleep, her hand resting over the heat of her pussy.
* * *
When Pam's eyes flickered open, she recognized the dark blonde, whose mouth was sucking gently on Pam's nipple.
She smiled and stretched her arms. "Hi, Mom," she cooed and then ran her finger through her mother's silken tresses.
Ellen Stoddard Craft looked up, her white teeth showing from behind her smiling lips.
"What a wonderful way to be awakened," Pam said.
Ellen was thirty-eight years old, but nothing about her was that old. She had firm, full tits without the slightest hint of sag, her rounded buttocks were solid flesh and her reddish pussy was vibrantly and sexually alive. She had the vitality of a young filly and the sexual proclivity of a mink.
She moved her mouth to her daughter's and their lips met. It was a kiss of passion, of hunger and it proclaimed to Pam that Ellen wasn't going to be satisfied with a warm peck and tender tit-squeeze, but Pam was more than willing to acquiesce to her mother's need, especially so since it paralleled her own need.
When their full lips parted, Pam looked into the deep blue of her mother's eyes and asked, "Are you hungry, Mommy?"
"Ravenous," her mother replied and pulled the sheet from her daughter's body. Ellen looked at the supple loveliness of Pam's naked figure and let her hands wander lightly over the warm flesh.
"What time is it?" Pam asked.
"Six-fifteen."
"If you ate now-it wouldn't spoil dinner for you-would it?" Pam asked, putting her hand to her mother's face.
Ellen kissed the soft palm and then lowered her mouth to Pam's wonderfully pliant breast, sucking in the pink nipple while her tongue laved the areola.
"It'll only enhance my appetite," Ellen said, her teeth nipping the tautness of Pam's blood-filled teat.
Pam jerked spastically as electrical sparks skittered along the surface of her satiny skin.
Her mother increased the vacuuming pressure of her mouth, sucking hungrily on her daughter's tit while her fingers sifted through Pam's golden pubes en route to the pink labial mounds between her legs.
Pam's legs snapped open and her knees rose anticipating the erotic attention her quivering pussy-meat would soon get. Ellen moved between Pam's legs, her mouth leaving the succulence of her daughter's tit for the shallow pit of her belly button. There, she tongue-fucked the indentation while her fingers separated her daughter's delicate pussy-petals and invaded the pink of her weeping vulva.
Pam wriggled and gyrated her lovely ass as Ellen tongued her way over the lower belly until she reached the fluffy tendrils of her daughter's pubic patch where she nipped tufts of hair between her teeth and blew her hot breath over the supporting flesh while her fingers followed the vulval path to Pam's erotic nerve-center.
When Ellen snapped Pam's turgid clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, Pam almost leaped from the bed, her body quivered so violently.
"Oooooohhhhhh, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" she wheezed ecstatically, humping her hips against her mother's tweaking, rolling fingers.
"Are you going to eat me, Mommy? Are you going to eat my pussy all up and make me come?" Pam asked, verbalizing her salacious desires.
"Yes, baby-I'm going to eat your pussy and your clitty! I'm going to eat it until you give me your honey to drink!"
"Alright, Mommy, all right! Do it doit-doit!" Pam urged, her groin awash in a sea of flaming passion. She hadn't fully lost the desire which Bobby and Cindy had engendered in her and now the animal lust brought on by her mother pyramided in her loins.
Ellen moved her mouth to Pam's crying pussy-meat and w-edged her lips between the puffiness of her daughter's labia, her tongue darting out to lap in the seeping musk already collected on the vaginal walls. With erogenous delight, she siphoned in the oozing dew while her fingers traced lightly about Pam's puckering asshole.
Pam became an emotional spastic as sharp-edged sensations cut through her nerves. It took all of Ellen's strength to keep her daughter from wildly flailing her way off the bed.
Satisfied that Pam was more than ready for her sexual coup de grace, Ellen forced her finger through the tight protection of the sphincter muscle and reamed Pam's rectal canal while her teeth snapped shut on her daughter's anguished clitoris.
It was as though Pam was caught in a catastrophic maelstrom, being pulled down to unfathomable depths where there was no light or air. Her burning lungs sucked in air with a loud wheeze and her hips flailed furiously, grinding her maddeningly aroused clit on the sharp edges of her mother's teeth. She was rapidly nearing the epitome of sexual happiness and not a moment too soon, for she felt as though she were losing consciousness, so great was the exquisite rapture of her mother's dual attack.
"Yes, Mommy, yes! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Finger-fuck my ass harder!" It was the hysterical cry of imminent explosion and a split second later, Pam shrieked blissfully.
Her body arched grotesquely, with only her shoulders and heels supporting her weight as the musky flow of her orgasm flooded her vagina to be hungrily vacuumed in by her mother's suctioning mouth.
An urgent series of raspy, 'oh's' escaped Pam's gaping mouth as she hung suspended in mid-air, her body quivering like she had put her finger in a live electric socket.
When she collapsed in an inert heap, her mother stayed attached to her contorted pussy, feasting on the residual pools of honey.
Pam's belly rose and fell like a bellows, trying to replace the oxygen in her blood before she lost touch with reality.
Slowly, the cozy warmth of post-sexual fulfillment took hold of Pam and she lay in the security of her mother's arms.
"Mommy-I love you. I'll love you till the day I die," Pam whispered, then kissed her mother on the neck.
"I love you, too, baby. It's funny-no matter how I make love to you-it's like the first time-every time!"
"That's because we love each other so much-and we're so much a-like," Pam said.
Ellen looked at her lovely daughter and then they kissed, tenderly. When their lips parted, Ellen got off the bed, straightened her dress, fixed her hair and walked toward the door.
"You'd better get ready for dinner, baby. I'll see you upstairs."
"Alright, Mommy," Pam said, blowing her mother a kiss as she left the cabin.
CHAPTER TWO
Martin Craft, Pam's stepfather, was sitting at the bar with Dawn Wells Stoddard, Pam's stepmother, when Ellen entered the salon.
Martin was forty-two-years-old, the oldest one of the entire group, but his looks and his actions belied his age. He and Ellen had been married four years and during that time, he had sexually satisfied both Ellen and Pam, singly and in tandem. He had been the sole owner and founder of a highly successful carpet manufacturing concern, but he sold out and retired when he and Ellen agreed to Pam's suggestion that they all live on the S.S. Family Circle and become ocean-going nomads.
Dawn, Pam's stepmother, was thirty-two with deep auburn hair and violet eyes. She was a motion picture star of the first magnitude, who was known throughout the world as Dawn Wells, the sex goddess of the silver screen. Men had been known to offer her fantastic presents and huge financial rewards for the privilege of spending one night with her, but she had always refused the munificent offers, preferring to indulge her sexual aberrations with partners of her choosing. And since being aboard the S.S. Family Circle, she had chosen and been chosen by everyone in the nomadic party, from the fourteen-year-old twins, Cindy and Corny, to the oldest of the group Martin.
Of course. Dawn wasn't unique in that respect, for everyone on board had tried everyone else. It was a sexual rondelet, a potpourri of coital canapes, each of the transient group savoring whatever dish suited his fancy. There were no restrictions put on anyone's sexual appetite, save one; and that was that all parties concerned must consent. To force one's attention on another was a cardinal sin and called for the immediate ostracism of both the offender and the immediate family.
As far as was known, in the approximate six weeks that the carefree wanderers had been together, no one had refused a sexual offer and it wasn't likely that anyone would. Sex was a way of life with them and to refuse would be like cutting off one's nose to spite one's face.
Ellen kissed her husband on the lips and Dawn on the cheek.
"Would you like a drink, darling?" Martin asked. "Yes, dear a martini."
Curly, the fifteen-year-old cabin boy-bartender, overheard and mixed the strong cocktail. Curly had been with the ship since its departure, utilizing the time to earn some money during his summer vacation and he was due to return to Los Angeles when the ship docked in Callao, Peru.
Although he was not a member of the happy band, his phallus had been utilized on unique occasions. The first time was when he delivered a bottle of wine to Pam and she was in a particularly horny mood with no one of her fellow travelers available. To her disappointment, the strapping youth was phallically underdeveloped, but she managed to laboriously bring about her orgasm. Then, when it was decided that the fourteen-year-old twins no longer had a need for their virginity, Curly was brought in to do the honors. The other men were too well-endowed to puncture the virgin twats. Of course, they had no way of knowing the little girls were tigresses, capable of devouring the largest cock on the ship and then cast covetous eyes for more. Another time, Ellen, having lost in a strip poker game and left without a sexual mate, male or female, used Curly. She put an overprick with barbs on his small cock and used his body to supply the movement. After he had satisfied her need, she sucked his cock, pulling the milky sperm from his balls until the boy fainted.
Ellen smiled at the young boy as he handed her the drink.
"Is Pam still brooding about leaving David Carstairs?" Martin asked.
"No-I think I've cured her minor case of the blues," Ellen answered.
"How'd you do that?" Dawn asked.
"How else?" Ellen said, smiling lecherously. "You fill the void caused by a loss of one thing-with something infinitely better."
"Will she be able to make it for dinner?" Martin asked pointedly, being fully aware of his wife's oral capability.
She and Dawn laughed at his inference.
"Martin I'm surprised at the naivete of your question. You know how fast Pam recuperates from even the most debilitating sexual experience. How many times-in the past-has she outlasted both of us and then searched for Hamlet to finish what we couldn't?"
"Who's Hamlet?" Dawn asked as Martin nodded in remembrance.
"He's a huge Great Dane that we had back in Long Island. Pam taught him to eat pussy and the poor dog became a sex fiend. It got to the point where he would rather eat a snatch than sirloin steak!" Ellen replied and they all enjoyed a laugh as Donald joined the group.
Donald kissed his wife soundly, his hand resting on her gorgeous tit as he did.
"Honey," Dawn asked lightly, "why are you priming me when you're already spoken for?"
"How'd you know?" he asked, intrigued by the swiftness with which his tryst with his daughter became known.
"Pam told me earlier. She wanted to make sure that I made arrangements for tonight," Dawn answered, resting her hand lightly on his crotch.
"Did you?" Donald asked.
"Uh-huh," she nodded, "with my stepson."
"With Jack-my son??!!" Donald questioned, feigning shock and indignation.
"If you can have sexual intercourse with your daughter-I find it entirely permissible to have sexual intercourse with your son," she said haughtily and then faced Ellen.
"It's alright with you-isn't it, Ellen?
"Absolutely," Ellen replied firmly.
"So there-Mr. Stoddard, your ex-wife has given her permission. Now, what do you have to say?"
"I can't debate the issue with her-after all she gave birth to him-I only impregnated her." And now that the playful banter was over, he leaned in close to his present wife and whispered loudly.
"I hear he's a great ball."
"I'll vouch for that," Ellen said, smiling wickedly.
"So will I," Dawn agreed. They joined in laughter.
"And speaking of Jack," Dawn said, "where is my date for tonight?"
"Right here," Jack spoke up from behind Dawn. He put his arms around her waist, allowing his hands to rest on the curve of her ass as he pulled her into him and kissed her resoundingly on the lips. When they parted, he moved to his mother.
"Good evening, Mother," he said brightly and kissed her on the lips.
They all exchanged greetings with Jack and joined the others at the dinner table. No sooner had they settled into place, than Pam swept into the salon, looking devastatingly beautiful in her shocking pink hot pants outfit. She kissed those in close proximity and took her usual place at the table between her natural mother and father, linking the two families together.
As usual, the dinner was superb. It seemed that chef Rene St. Clair, formerly of L'Escoffier in Beverly Hills, always outdid himself on succeeding nights when it didn't seem possible that he could surpass his exquisite cuisine.
The salon took on the atmosphere of a chic bistro in the flickering candlelight and soft piped-in music. During and between courses, the compatible companions danced, utilizing the darkened dance floor and mood music to titillate each other's libido. Crotch ground into crotch, breasts flattened as they pressed into their partners' chests and hands explored the delights to be found in the semi-darkness.
It was all a cursory prelude to the salacious night ahead and it made no difference if the partners weren't scheduled to spend the night together; it was exciting to stimulate one another, even if someone else was to reap the reward. In the end, it would all even itself out.
It was just before dessert that Richard Carlyle danced with Lynn Madison. Lynn nestled her head into Richard's chest, her flaming red hair flowing over his shoulders. She was seventeen, a year older than her sister, Paula. Both she and her sister had kept their virginity, as the fourteen-year-old twins did, until they were aboard ship a week, but then it became a burdensome encumbrance. Unlike the twins, and although they anxiously wanted to savor the fruits of paradise, they experienced pain during their first two sexual encounters, but needless to say, the minor irritation didn't deter them and they had since become two of the most versatile and imaginative partners in the realm of coital indulgence.
Her dancing partner at the moment, Richard, was an ex-gag writer, thirty-nine and father of the precocious twins. He had grown tired of meeting script deadlines, catering to the whims of the lesser talents and the insecurity attendant with the entertainment field, so, with his wife, Joyce, and their son, Robert, and their twins, Cindy and Corny, they trundled, bag and baggage, aboard the S.S. Family Circle to leisurely circle the globe and live an hedonistic life.
It mattered not to Lynn that Richard was twenty-two years her senior and conversely, the opposite was of no importance to Richard. As they danced, she rubbed her crotch against his hardening cock and nibbled sensually on his ear.
Their choosing of each other was not unique. Aboard the sea-going bacchanal, age was of little consequence in matters sexual. It was understood that if one was big enough and willing-then one was old enough.
Dessert was put on the table, but Lynn and Richard continued dancing, enjoying the feel of each other's body.
As Richard let his hand move to the side of Lynn's firm breast, she rubbed her thigh into the hardness at his crotch and whispered breathily in his ear.
"Richard-do you know we've been aboard ship for almost six weeks and we've never spent the night together."
"I've wondered about that," he answered, "I was beginning to get an inferiority complex. I thought perhaps you'd heard that I wasn't built too big and were avoiding me."
"I did hear that-but I also heard that you are a genius at sexual improvisation. And I'm of the new school-anything goes-and the more anything it is-the better I like it," she said, her hand sliding down his side to rest alongside of his thick, stubby hard-on.
"That may be a new school to you, honey but I've been practicing variations on variations for as far back as I can remember," he said, his tongue dipping into her ear and his hand cupping fully on her tit.
"It just so happens that I haven't made any arrangements for tonight," she coyly informed him.
"I did," he said.
"Oh," she whispered softly, "shit! When and with whom?"
"Just now-with you," he answered. "Do you want to leave with me-right now?"
"Blow in my ear and I'll be two steps ahead of you."
As he blew in her ear, he also tweaked her tautening nipple. She shivered, took his hand in hers and led him from the salon.
A moment later, they entered Richard's cabin. He turned the rheostat low so the lights made the room appear to be in a filtered haze. Then he snapped on the piped-in music, keeping it barely audible.
As Lynn watched him, curiously, he seemed to be completely unaware of her presence as he went about preparing for her seduction.
He stripped his clothes off.
"Hi-remember me?" Lynn asked archly.
"Silence!" he snapped. "You'll be remembered when the time comes."
Deliberate, tantalizing and absolutely fulfilling was the way Lynn's mother had described Richard's sexual modus operandus. Unique, exciting and sensually stimulating, Ellen had said. One of the greatest fucks in the world, Pam gushed enthusiastically about her evening with Richard.
Obviously, Richard was already well into one of his carnal charades and Lynn knew that if she wanted to experience the thrill that the others had, she had better go along with the wanton game. She kept her mouth shut and watched him closely, paying particular attention to the swollen trunk at his crotch. As she had been told, it wasn't more than five inches in length, but it was almost that in girth.
It swayed heavily from side to side as he glided about the dimly-lit cabin; tossing pillows on the floor, draping a patterned sheet over his body so it appeared to be a Roman toga and then pouring the full contents of a bottle of wine into an ornate silver chalice.
Then, regally, he settled among the pillows and sipped slowly of the red nectar.
by now, Lynn was becoming uneasy. Her pussy twitched and her palms perspired and she wondered how long it would be before she would be allowed to join, if her memory served her correctly, the Roman orgy that he was preparing. The words her mother had used, 'deliberate' and 'tantalizing' were indeed definitive of Richard's behavior and Lynn was itching to get at his stubby prick. She knew it was part of his agonizingly slow attack on her libido and she was ready to climb the wall and unfortunately she hadn't the experience nor the sexual will power to suppress her anxieties and desires as the older women and Pam had.
"I'm ready, Richard. Do we have to go through all this bullshit?" she asked, her body quivering with wanton desire.
Angrily, Richard stood up. "You're ready-are you? Well, that's too fucking bad! You said anything goes-and damn it-when you're with me-it goes my way, or not at all! If those terms don't suit you-you c n split and no hard feelings!"
He put his chalice of wine on the coffee table and whipped off the sheet.
As he lay on his bed, his rigid cock standing upright like a fire hydrant, he snapped. "Good night, sweet princess-it's been no fun at all!"
Lynn was glued to the spot, unable to move one way or the other. She was embarrassed and wanted to run from the room. She didn't. She was also erotically aroused and wanted to run to him and grab his throbbing phallus. The latter alternative won out. She ran to the bed, dropped to her knees and wrapped her fist around his prick. She lapped the gargantuan head greedily while her fingers fondled his hairy balls.
He pushed her mouth from his tool and took her hand from his scrotum.
"It's no use-you've shattered the aura," he said, turning to his side. As he lay on his side, a grin crossed his lips. He was still playing his game, still playing cat and mouse, still following his philosophy that anticipation was as great as participation and the greater the anticipation, the greater the participation.
"Please, Richard," she whined. "I'm sorry-let's start again. I'll go along with anything you do."
"I don't think it'll work, Lynn. You're too young-too much in a hurry," he said, knowing that the more he held her off, the more she would crave his cock.
It was an obvious ploy, but Lynn was too overwhelmed with passion to see it.
"Richard, Richard, please-I promise I'll do as you say, I admit I was too anxious-but now I've got myself under control."
He faced her and looked into her misty eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she blurted out.
Richard sighed and then magnanimously said, "Alright--we'll try one more time. But if you react in even the smallest way contrary to what I demand, the interlude is kaput. Is that acceptable to you?"
"Yes, Richard," she answered meekly.
He sat up and addressed her regally. "You will refer to me as Caesar you unworthy slave."
For a moment, she hesitated and then realized that he was reactivating the scene he had started before.
"Yes, mighty Caesar-I will obey you and not incur your wrath," she answered, bowing abjectly.
He swung his feet from the bed and intoned his instructions. "Stand in the middle of the room and do nothing until I command you."
Lynn backed to the middle of the cabin, her eyes riveted on his rock-hard penis, impressed by the fact that it had remained solidly erect throughout their discourse. She ached to have the thick rod in her burning cunt-cunt meat, but she knew she would have to bide her time. From all indications, she envisioned a long wait, but it would be worth it-of that she was reasonably sure for the other women who had catered to his fancy swore by his phallus.
Richard again donned the toga, got his silver chalice of wine and sat among the pillows. He slowly quaffed the stimulating claret, his eyes gazing steadily at Lynn's uneasily shifting body.
"Dance, slave-perform in the manner of Salome and slowly reveal your body by removing the seven veils."
Being able to move reduced her sexual tension and she kicked off her shoes. As she began to sensually undulate in rhythm with the jungle-inspired music, she opened the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, tantalizingly, she undid the garment, becoming caught up in the erotic charade, trying harder and harder to tease him as he was teasing her.
The blouse was cast aside and she waited long moments before she pulled the zipper of her skirt down its full length. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, forcing her skirt down, inch by baiting inch, all the while gyrating her hips to the pulsing beat. Once her skirt was below her hips, she let it go allowing her licentious movement to carry it the rest of the way to the floor.
She continued dancing, clad in bra and panties, while Richard watched intently, his stubby tool throbbing wildly at his crotch.
Lynn knew that she was erotically affecting him and the knowledge thrilled her. made her more eager to play the game. Whereas, before, she had been on tenterhooks, she now tried to lure him while she kept her leaping passion in temporary abeyance.
She slipped out of one shoulder strap and then the other, dancing that way for a few minutes before turning her back to him and undoing the bra catch. The lacy holster fluttered to the floor and then she whirled rapidly, allowing him brief glimpses of her large, beautifully formed breasts. As the music reached a crashing crescendo, she stopped, facing him with her arms spread to the sides. She held the pose for a moment, then beginning at her lower legs, she began to sway back and forth, the lazy movement gradually moving up her body until she wriggled like a snake answering a fakir's baleful tune.
Richard applauded the performance and called for more.
Lynn obeyed his request. Without losing her rhythmic sway, she stripped her panties off, revealing the flaming red patch at her crotch. The brightly colored pubes were like a neon sign pointing the way to her palace of pleasure.
Richard allowed her to bump and grind her hips close to his face so he could draw in the musky aroma of her inflamed pussy.
He suddenly clapped his hands and ordered her to stop. Almost as though her power had been cut off, she froze, her arms upraised, her legs apart and her hips thrust forward. He leaned forward and put his face to her crotch, lapping the delicate line of her labial crease with his tongue.
Lynn quivered from the erotic attention and then he drew his face away.
"Begone, slave!" he roared. "I have matters of state to attend."
Lynn moved to a darkened corner and awaited his pleasure.
Again he clapped his hands. "Bring in Cleopatra. Let Caesar see if she is as captivating in bonds as she is in the privacy of her boudoir."
Lynn knew that she was to play a dual role in Richard's improvisation. She put her wrists together, pretending that she was encumbered by manacles and moved with her head held high to face Richard.
He appraised her from head to foot and then smiled approvingly. "Cleopatra's body meets my requirements. Now, Caesar must determine if her body is capable of delivering the pleasure for which she is famous. Come closer."
"Yes, Caesar," she said, moving forward until her crotch hovered above his face.
"Spread your legs and bend backward," he ordered and she obeyed.
He put his wine aside, spread the luscious petals of her pussy and carefully examined the pastel pink of her vulva. His mouth moved to the inviting slot and his tongue darted out, lapping the seeping flesh.
Lynn's ass twitched convulsively and she gasped breathy moans of delight as his tongue flitted about the dank cavern. Gone was her will to remain calm and she humped her pussy against his face.
He left her anguished flesh and leaned back, picking up his wine cup at the same time.
She wanted to scream, to call him all the vile names she could think of, to dig her fingers in his scalp and push his face back into her agonized cunt, but she steeled herself, determined to follow his lead to its tantalizing conclusion.
He lay back, resting on his elbows and watched her for a moment, analyzing her psychological position. He smiled snugly and leisurely sipped his wine, then, "Amuse Caesar. Let Cleopatra use her wiles to entice mighty Caesar-to make him desire her."
Lynn felt she now had her opportunity. She had complete confidence in her ability to stimulate any man if she were allowed the freedom of his body.
"Is Cleopatra granted the permission to touch mighty Caesar's body?" she asked, wanting to make sure of his meaning.
"Caesar gives more than permission-Caesar insists you touch his body."
It was all she wanted to know. She dropped to her knees, undid the cord that held the improvised toga together and spread the sheet apart, baring his tanned, broad chest. She laved his tiny teats until they popped erect while her hand moved slowly over his body, pressuring and scraping along his taut skin. When her hand wrapped around the thickness of his throbbing prick, her teeth nipped viciously into his nipple.
He winced in pleasurable pain and moved his hips slightly from side to side as she firmly stroked over its solid length.
Zigzagging her tongue over his belly, she reached the deep pit of his umbilical scar and tongue-fucked it while her fingers left his cock and followed the deep crease of his ass until she reached the puckered entrance to his rectum.
As she tested the closed orifice, preparing it for digital entrance, her mouth engulfed the bulging head of his cock and her tongue slavered over the satiny surface. She stiffened the tip of her tongue and forced it into the unseeing pink eye at the tip of his meaty extension and at the same time, she forced her finger through the protection of his sphincter muscle, searching for his prostate with her index finger.
In a dual attack, she lowered her mouth to devour the full five inches of his forearm-thick rod, filling her mouth to gagging capacity and massaged the sexual gland in his anal canal.
As she knew she would, she reached him. He bucked erotically as lashing impulses cascaded through his loins and deep groans of ecstasy escaped his lips.
Lynn assumed she would soon have that titanically thick cock spreading the walls of her vagina, but she hadn't taken into consideration Richard's enormous capacity for self-control. It was the one essential quality that he needed to be so inordinately successful in his peculiar mode of sex.
His writhing stopped, his moans ceased and he rumbled stentorially, "Enough! Permission to touch Caesar's body is hereby withdrawn!"
Lynn was flabbergasted by the perfunctory command; it didn't seem possible that he could be so salaciously involved one moment and so dispassionate and unmoved the next, but she had promised to go along with whatever he did or said, so she took her finger from his ass and stopped sucking his prick.
He sat up, picked up the wine cup once more and gulped in a huge draught. "Caesar is pleased. The Queen of the Nile shows great promise. Place the coffee table before me-lengthwise."
Richard had the capacity to control his libido, but Lynn didn't and her cunt was convulsing with a scathing desire, her guts knotted into hard fists and her loins vibrated with passion. She silently prayed that the meaty invasion was near and she took heart in his complimentary words as she pulled the heavy coffee table before him.
When the table was in place, Richard got to his knees. "Lay down before Caesar-so that Cleopatra's pussy suspends over the edge-open and unhindered for Caesar's further inspection."
Lynn obeyed. Her ass jutted out, over the table and she hooked her heels on the edge, so her knees were up and wide apart. Her dazzlingly pink pussy-meat was spread out before him, resting on the thick, lush mat of her flaming red pubes.
He sniffed the heady aroma of her seeping musk and sighed contentedly.
"Nectar from the gods on Mount Olympus." He licked along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, while his fingers pressured the pulpy ridges of her labia.
Lynn wriggled like an eel, delighting in the sensuous movement of his tongue and fingers.
"Oooohhh, Caesar is wonderful. Caesar is truly mighty," she purred, allowing her pent-up emotion to run free.
Richard moved his mouth to her anxious cunt and probed between the hungry cunt-lips, his tongue laving the weeping walls of her vagina. He pulled his face away and Lynn gasped in horror. He was retreating just as she was scaling the heights of carnal explosion.
He looked hungrily at her tortured womb and then looked up to the ceiling as he picked up his goblet of wine.
"The nectar of the gods must mix with Bacchus' nectar," he intoned, ready to perform a ritual of his own design. He placed the cool chalice between her legs and tipped it, allowing the wine to fill her cavernous hole. When her cunt spilled the overflow, he again looked toward heaven.
"The golden cup runneth over-Caesar must drink his fill of the godly mixture."
He put his mouth to her overflowing cunt and began to noisily drink the warm liquid, going deeper and deeper into the meaty cup as the level of the wine lowered.
The resultant effect in Lynn's anguished vagina was atomic. She had already been built up to such a frenetic level that his slurping suction and busy tongue triggered a bone-rattling explosion in her guts.
She shrieked ecstatically as the lubricious flow oozed into her pussy and he poured some more wine in, to mix with the musky stream. Again, he feasted on the heady mixture of wine and pungent honey.
Lynn had barely finished her first orgasm, when another, more intense, exploded in her loins. She writhed and contorted on the table, her fingers digging into the wood.
Richard feasted regally, slurping, lapping, siphoning in the continuous flow and pushing his mouth still deeper into Lynn's quivering, steaming cunt-meat. He didn't allow her a moment's respite as he attacked her clit, grabbing the meaty erection between his teeth and gnashing it savagely.
"Noooooooo!" she wailed pitiably as another climax pyramided on top of the other two. But Richard was without mercy. He stayed in her cunt until he vacuumed her dry and then he lay back on his pillows, content to sip his wine while Lynn rested in an almost comatose state, allowing her sexual batteries to recharge.
It seemed forever before she was able to stir and sit up on the coffee table. Richard's cock still stood erect, primed for action. It didn't seem possible to Lynn that Richard could retain a hard-on for so long, but now it frightened her. She had been fulfilled, her cunt ached and her passion was cozily asleep. She hoped he would let her suck him to a climax, because the last thing she wanted was his enormously thick cock in her cunt-she had neither the desire nor the energy.
"Cleopatra has pleased Caesar," he said, a lecherous smile on his face. "As a reward-Caesar will indulge Cleopatra's lust and allow her the pleasure of his cock."
She didn't want his cock, not now, but she couldn't refuse, she couldn't be that sexually selfish. He had brought about three monumental orgasms in her and she had to acquiesce to his desires, to bring about his carnal release.
He knelt between her legs as she lay back, his thick cock poking at her puffy labia. Aiming true with his first thrust, his massive tool drove into her cunt, forcing her vaginal walls apart.
To her surprise, as the steely stump plunged along her slippery hole, she felt an instant resurgence of passion and pleasure and what she thought was going to be a dutiful chore, promised to be an ecstatic experience. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her heels as Richard pumped his imbedded prick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried frantically as she pushed and pulled her grabbing twat over his swollen shaft. The nerve endings in her vaginal walls had been rubbed raw and she orgasmed with every inward lunge. Quick, climactic bursts exploded with machine-gun rapidity as he pistoned with demoniacal speed.
Lynn had lost count of her orgasms when Richard finally growled animalistically, "Here it comes! I'm gonna fill your cunt till it overflows!"
Every nerve and tissue in her body twitched and quivered spastically as she felt his enormous load gush into her, filling every niche and cranny in her lacerated vagina. She clung to him in erotic desperation, grinding her pelvis into his until his w-edged penis stopped spasming.
They remained locked to each other, cock in cunt for soulful moments and then Richard toppled to his side, his dying prick plopping out of her cunt with a sodden slursh. He fell among the pillows, asleep before he had fully come to rest.
Lynn remained on the coffee table, unconscious for a full five minutes before Richard's erotic exit.
CHAPTER THREE
Shortly after Lynn and Richard had left the salon, Pam and Donald, her father, finished their dessert of chocolate mousse and walked hand in hand to the rear deck. They leaned against the fantail railing and watched the boiling wake with its phosphorescent highlights.
The night was warm with a slight breeze to whip Pam's lovely blonde hair about. The star-filled sky featured the glittering Southern Cross.
Pam looked at her father, then put her hands to his face and kissed him warmly.
He smiled at her. "What was that for?"
"Just for being you," she answered and squeezed his hand. "I think I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world. Do you have any idea how miserable I was when I had to live part of the time with you and part of the time with Mother?"
"I think so," he answered. "That's the only reason I bought this yacht-so you wouldn't have to divide your love between the east and west coast."
She kissed him again, more passionately than before and pressed her warm crotch into him. "I love you, Daddy."
"You do that again, baby-and I won't wait till we get to the cabin," he said, cupping the cheek of her firm ass in his hand.
"Let's not wait," she said, enthused at the prospect. "Let's make love under the stars and let the breeze carry our ecstasy to the rest of the world."
Donald smiled warmly at his beautiful daughter and kissed her gently on the forehead. "I'm tempted, baby."
"Let's Daddy-please," she cooed softly as her hand went to his crotch and pressured the flaccid meat.
"You're making it hard to refuse," Donald said.
Pam kept squeezing and pressuring her father's prick and felt the blood pulsing into it, stiffening the limp phallus.
"I know," she whispered, "and the harder I make it the easier it will be for me to get you on a mat."
"Keep it up, baby-you're convincing me." He put his lips to hers and his hand covered her firm breast, massaging the pliant, braless flesh through the thinness of her satin blouse.
Their tongues met and entwined, their loins met and agitated and their bellies pressed together. Their breath became labored as their passion rose and their kiss became more intense and erotic as she unzipped his pants and he unbuttoned her blouse.
He put his hand inside her blouse and felt the glorious firmness of her full tit while she invaded the privacy of his crotch and grabbed his awakened cock in her small hand, pulling the elongated muscle with filial adoration.
"You win," he said, nibbling on her ear. "But that's nothing new-you always win."
"Oh, Daddy," she said, bubbling happily, "you only say that because it's true."
They laughed gleefully and then Donald turned away from her, placing two lounging mats behind the privacy of a ventilation duct. When he looked back, Pam had already slipped out of her pink pants suit and stood like a golden vision in the bright moonlight.
Donald's breath lumped in his throat as he looked at his daughter's sensual beauty. He held out his arms to her and she walked into them, snuggling into the warmth of his body.
"I don't deserve you, baby," he whispered "you're too beautiful."
"Don't say that, Daddy," she said, scolding him. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. You're too good to me. Too kind-too loving-too wonderful."
"This sounds like the mutual admiration society," he said, chuckling lightly.
"I'm not ashamed of my love and admiration for you," Pam said, putting her hand back into the snugness of his pants and encircling his rigid prick.
"Neither am I-neither am I," he returned and crushed his mouth to hers.
She pulled his cock out and w-edged it between her legs, pressing its heat into the softness of her pussy. As their arms encircled each other and they kissed hungrily, passionately, Pam humped her hips, agitating her father's prick along the pulpy outer ridges of her labia.
He picked her up in his arms, walked to the mats and placed her down gently. While she lay there, watching his stretched-out prick, he undressed and lay beside her. She cuddled into him, his hot nine-inch dick laying long-ways against her belly. As they kissed, Pam could feel the steady throb of his entrapped muscle as the pressured blood swelled it to gigantic proportions.
Donald moved his mouth to her tit and sucked in the ripe berry at the apex, mashing it gently between his lips, while she lovingly fondled his hairy sac with the fingers of one hand and titillated his asshole with the other.
Pam wheezed passionately as her libido began to pace restlessly and static tremors skipped from nerve ending to nerve ending. When she felt her father's fingers inching toward her pussy, she spread her legs wide, not wanting anything to impede his progress. He traced lightly across her quivering pussy-lips to her puckered asshole and then back to her pussy. Their body gyrations increased as their desire spiraled higher and higher.
When Donald's face w-edged between her labia and his tongue invaded her vagina, Pam quickly switched her body around so she could suck her father's massive phallus. In the classic sixty-nine position, they feasted on each others genitals while their fingers rapidly reamed the other's asshole.
The erotic sounds of rapture were muted in their throats as Pam voraciously sucked on the top five-inches of her father's prick while her hand stroked firmly over the rest and Donald moved along her vulva until he captured the cynosure of her erotic pleasure in his mouth and tugged it harshly.
If the ship had been ripped from stem to stern by an underwater reef and the order to abandon ship had been given, they would neither have heard nor cared, they were so overcome by the exquisite rapture they felt from the mutual oral intercourse.
Their sensual emotion was too keen, too incensed to delay their orgiastic eruption and they didn't try. Their cacophonous screeches vibrated over the other's flesh as they simultaneously exploded.
Pam devoured her father's succulent geyser as it spasmed from the tip of his cock and he feasted on her copious flow, vacuuming in the honey with avid greed.
They had each siphoned off the other's love-juice, but their passion still welled in their guts like an unborn baby. Pam switched her position again and snuggled into her father's broad chest, her hand pulling his prick to insure its rigidity.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she purred, licking lightly on his taut teat.
"I haven't had your tush in a long time, baby-would you like that?" he asked, rubbing his thigh into the hot dampness of his daughter's pussy.
"I love anything you do to me."
"Alright, honey-assume the position."
Pam got to her hands and knees and her father crawled in behind her, his cock jabbing stiffly into the meaty cushions of her ass. As he agitated his pole along her sweaty crevice, he reached beneath her and dipped his fingers into the remaining cream of her twat, extracting the goo with his fingers and applying it to the tightness of her bunghole. Again and again, he repeated the tantalizing procedure, each time inserting his finger deeper into the narrow opening, reaming it and relaxing the tough sphincter muscle. When he felt that it was acclimated to his finger, he guided his knobby glans to the puckered orifice and w-edged it in. After grabbing Pam by the hips, he straightened up and whispered hoarsely.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"I'm ready, Daddy," she answered anxiously. "Ram it in!"
He grunted loudly and lunged forward, his cock slithering through the slippery channel like a thick snake.
"Aaahhhhhhhh!" Pam gasped and pushed backward against the invading monster. The full nine inches of his bat-like prick sank into his daughter's ass and his balls slapped wetly against the apex of her cunt.
As he jackhammered his shaft, grinding his pelvic bone into her pliant buttocks at the end of each inward stroke, he dug his fingers into her gaping pussy, grabbing her distended clit between thumb and forefinger. He rolled and tugged and mashed the blood-filled node with animalistic savagery, sending a torrent of jagged streaks up and down her spine.
In erogenous response to his dual onslaught, Pam wildly bucked and thrashed her hips, tugging and twisting his impaling meat. She contracted and released her sinewy rectal muscles in a rapid series, making her father feel as though he had put his cock in an electric wringer.
Their yowls of ecstatic rapture rode the breezes of the still night and shattered the eerie silence. The unabashed caterwauling mingled with the steady slush of the churning propellers and composed an orgiastic symphony with only the stars and the moon as their audience. As the symphonic strain spiraled to an ear-splitting peak, drums rolled, tympanies boomed and cymbals crashed. And Pam and her father were catapulted up to the stars that twinkled down at them.
It was a moment of unbridled, exquisite rapture, captured only by the very fortunate and they lavished in its idyllic beauty. As the fruit of their love spewed forth, they clung to each other, savoring the momentary bliss and trying to prolong the diaphanous thread of paradise.
It's a universal law that Utopia is fleeting, but they had, at least, sampled the forbidden fruit and now they drifted lazily back to reality.
As Pam lay in her father's arms, emotionally spent and sexually contented, she drew lazy circles on his billowing belly and watched the bright stars wink knowingly at her.
* * *
Just as Pam and her father were erupting in their initial orgasm, Dawn was seated at the bar with her stepson, Jack, who was Pam's brother, sipping a small glass of cream sherry.
Dawn, the former sex goddess of the silver screen, allowed her mini-skirt to hike well above her crotch, exposing the tempting, lace-covered V at her leg-torso juncture.
"Dawn-if you're trying to arouse me by showing me your beautiful crotch-you are," Jack said, resting his hand on the creamy smoothness of her thigh.
She smiled archly, displaying the even whiteness of her teeth.
"I don't believe you," she purred, feigning skepticism. She put her hand over his fly and pressed the stiff flesh below. Her stepson's cock pulsed rigidly in his pants and she could feel the heat through the material. She squeezed it lovingly.
"Now I believe you." She started to move her hand away, but he put his over hers and held it there.
"Don't take your hand away," he said softly.
She looked into his pleading eyes and squeezed his prick, her thumb rubbing over his cock-head.
"Are we going to waste an orgasm in your pants-or are we going to get it out in the open where it'll do us both good?" she asked, getting up from the leather-covered bar stool.
She walked to the steps leading below and Jack followed her, his pants tenting out like the Ringling Brother's big top.
As they walked along the corridor between the staterooms, Dawn asked, "Whose cabin shall we use?"
"Mine-I think Dad and Pam are using yours."
"There's one way to find out," Dawn said, a wicked glint in her eye. She opened her cabin door only to find it empty.
"Hmmmmm," she crooned. "They must be using Pam's." She pushed the door open and Jack walked in. She followed and kicked the door shut with the bottom of her foot, then she stepped out of her shoes.
"Dawn-remember the time in Los Angeles when we balled on the reducing machine," Jack recalled.
Dawn sighed at the erotic recollection. "Do I? I though your cock was going to whip my pussy to death."
"And the belt rubbed my ass raw. I couldn't sit for a week," he said, laughing.
"I've got an idea," Dawn said. "Why don't we go to the gym and see if there's anything there that we can use."
They quickly walked aft to the small gym that had been set up in what was formerly a cargo hold.
"If we only had a reducing machine," Jack said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Dawn looked about the room and her eyes lit up when she spied the rowing machine.
"There's our fuck machine for tonight," she said, pointing to the contraption that rested in the far corner of the room.
"Yeah!" Jack shouted enthusiastically, immediately seeing the possibilities.
"You row-I'll ride," Dawn squealed as she hastily stripped out of her clothes.
Jack was entranced by the heavenly attributes his stepmother possessed and his eyes focused on the lush auburn triangle at her crotch. The silken pubes glistened in the light and Jack stood like a statue, immobilized by the glorious view.
She folded her arms in front of her and pouted. "Are you going to just look at my pussy-or are you going to fuck it?"
His stepmother was smiling when he snapped out of his salacious trance and looked at her face.
"Oh-oh," he blurted sheepishly. "You're so beautiful-I almost forgot what we're here for."
"I'll remind you," she said and moved into him, pressing her pussy against his leg, squeezing his prick with her hand and crushing her mouth to his.
When their lips parted, he gasped breathlessly, "I remember."
"Good," she purred.
He quickly shucked his clothes and sat in the bucket seat of the rowing machine, his huge, rigid rod jutting magnificently upright. He straightened his legs so Dawn could mount his cock more easily.
She straddled the machine, her pussy hovering within striking distance of his mouth. He looked at the pink slit and grabbed the cheeks of her rounded ass while at the same time, he pushed his face into the inviting cunt-cleavage. His tongue lashed out and parted the fragile lips, wriggling its way into the moist inner flesh of her vulva.
Dawn spread her legs and squatted slightly so Jack could get more of her burning pussy-flesh into his mouth and probe deeper with his tongue. He did both. His tongue slithered fully in lapping the clinging vaginal juice and his mouth sucked in succulent gobs of pussy-meat.
"Go, Jackie, baby go! Suck me good-get me good and ready to take your fat cock!" Dawn squealed, enjoying the immense delight his mouth and tongue were giving her.
He jammed his finger into her asshole and reamed it rapidly as his tongue whip-lashed her turgid clit.
Her passion climbed rampantly as she wiggled and whipped her ass from side to side, her cunt-lips enveloping his mouth like molten lava.
"I'm ready, baby-I'm ready. I want your prick in me! I want it pushing up against my belly!" she shrieked, overcome with a burning, scalding desire. She pulled her cunt from his suctioning mouth and began to slowly squat over his cock while he guided the throbbing glans for the red target of her convulsing slot. Lower, lower she went until her labia made contact with the tip of his rod.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" she sighed breathily as the burning cap singed her quivering pussy-lips.
He spread her red petals and she sank onto his phallus, the monstrous appendage wedging into her vagina. As she inched lower, the meaty shaft disappeared, pulled into her grinding maw. She put her legs forward and straightened them, allowing her full weight to sink on his imbedded cock. Her cushiony ass rested on his thighs as he began to slowly move back and forth on the roller base of the rowing machine.
With each forward movement, his knees bent up and she was raised on his impaling rod while with each backward movement, his legs straightened and she sank fully on his gigantic tool.
She dug her fingers into the tautness of his shoulders as he sucked in her erect nipple and chewed it savagely. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth he rolled, slowly increasing the rowing stroke and thereby increasing the pistoning of his phallus in her grabbing cunt-meat.
"Row, row, row your boat faster down the stream," she sang urgently. "Faster, faster, faster down the stream. Hurry, hurry, baby-get me across the fucking river! My cunt is burning up!"
His breath burned his lungs as he frantically pushed and pulled, the bucket seat becoming slippery with his sweat, but he wanted to bring about his stepmother's orgasm. He loved it when she came he loved coming with her. Subconsciously, he gloated over the millions of men in the world who longed to get in the love goddess' pants and he was doing it-doing it with regularity.
With the weight of that on his mind, he always strove to make their sexual encounters an experience that she would never forget. It was his way of repaying the love she offered him.
Faster, faster, faster, faster he pushed and pulled and closer, closer, closer, closer she got to the pinnacle of prurient bliss.
Then finally, when his lungs seemed as if they were about to burst and his thigh muscles seemed like they would lock in painfully charley horses, she came.
"Yessssssss!" she hissed, like a punctured tire as the cascading tremors of climactic release bombarded her luscious body.
Her orgasm was all he needed to pull the semen from his testes and he spurted his cum up into her shuddering cunt as her wanton hiss ricocheted off the gym walls.
She screeched and tore at his back; shrieked and flailed her ass; howled and mashed her tit into his mouth-all the while spewing her lubricious flow over his spasming cock.
As quickly as they had catapulted to the apex of human pleasure, just as quickly did they plummet into the abyss of post-sexual letdown.
Dawn weakly crawled from her stepson's dying penis and lay on the hardwood floor, her chest heaving heavily while Jack lay back, too enervated to get off the machine.
An hour passed before they gathered the strength to amble to their respective rooms.
Dawn fell right to sleep, her sodden pussy dribbling the residue of Jack's orgasm.
Jack lay on his bed, content in the thought that he had once more sexually satisfied the woman who epitomized the ideal bed-partner of men throughout the world.
CHAPTER FOUR
They were three days out of Guayaquil and holding steady at ten knots, which was well below the ship's maximum speed of eighteen knots. There was no hurry to reach their next destination-there was never any hurry because time was an intangible and in no way did it affect or control their lives.
The carefree band of sea-going, affluent gypsies only became aware of time if too much of it had passed without indulging in some form of sexual pleasure. It was the one constant in their otherwise lackadaisical routine. There were four things in life which they had to do; eat, drink, breathe and satisfy their abnormal lusts.
The one unusual thing that took place this hot, breezeless afternoon was that nothing sexual was taking place. It was like a lull before a storm.
The older women, Ellen, Dawn, Christine Madison and Joyce Carlyle were on the aft deck, sunning themselves and as was the custom, they wore only the briefest of bikinis. Four sets of beautiful breasts soaked in the hot sun of the south Pacific.
Christine, Lynn's and Paula's mother, had been invited on the endless cruise, along with her daughters and her husband, Dr. Lester Madison, because they seemed to be so compatible at the weeding out party which had been held at Donald's mansion in Bel Air. What wasn't known was that Christine and Lester, although very much in love, had reached a stage of ennui in their sexual relationship. They fucked by rote with neither of them enjoying the experience, but the nearly six weeks aboard the S.S. Family Circle had brought about a remarkable change. Once the initial reserve had been shattered and they and their daughters began to mingle sexually with the others, Lester and Christine rediscovered each other. The stimulus of extramarital involvement had reawakened their desire for each other and they had become an integral part of the salacious band.
Joyce, who was married to Richard and the mother of the precocious twins, had no such problem. She and her husband had been members of many swap groups and if Richard had been happy in his profession, they would have remained in San Fernando Valley.
As the women sunned, Donald, Martin, Lester and Richard were working out in the gym, keeping their bodies in condition to satisfy the requirements of the nine lustful females; four wives and five daughters, aboard the floating bacchanal. They did have help from Jack and Robert, but they were still outnumbered by the women, nine to six and it behooved them to remain in tip-top condition or fall by the sexual wayside.
Donald lifted weights, Martin used the rowing machine, Lester did situps on the slant board and Richard got his exercise on the pulley set.
"Callao is only eight miles from Lima-isn't it?" Lester asked.
"From the center of one town to the center of the other it's exactly eight-point two-tenths miles," Richard informed his friends.
"You sound like you've been there," Donald remarked.
"I was there on a junket sponsored by the network to publicize Don Rickle's short-lived variety show," Richard said. "As head writer, I was requested by the powers that be to accompany Don."
There was a pregnant silence as the other men waited for Richard to continue and when it became obvious that he wasn't going to, Martin spoke up.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Richard returned.
"You know damn well-what," Martin said, smiling. "How was the fucking?"
"Oh, that what," Richard said, as though he had finally gotten the message. "The reason I know it's exactly eight-point-two-miles between Callao and Lima was because I watched the odometer as I drove from city to city. I wanted to see how far it would take for the lovely senorita to suck me off while I drove."
"Then the junket wasn't a complete bore," Donald said.
"On the contrary. I was there a week and I don't think I got ten hours total sleep. Lima has an underground swap set that makes San Fernando Valley's look like a nunnery." Richard said, smiling reflectively.
"Have you kept in touch with them?" Martin asked.
"Sure have."
"Well, count me out," Donald said with a straight face. "I don't believe it's morally permissible to indulge one's lust beyond one's marital bed."
"I'm glad you said that," Richard said. "I'll tell Joyce and the twins not to bother you anymore-that you don't want to fuck them."
"I'm sure Christine and my daughters will be glad to hear that," Lester put in. "They said you weren't a good ball anyway."
"And that cuts out your daughter and my wife," Martin added, "leaving you with Dawn-the sex goddess-of course that ain't bad leavings. By the way", Don-you're not taking her from the pool, are you?"
"Yes," Donald answered self-righteously. "If you morally decadent satyrs want to continue your socially unacceptable ways, that's fine-but I'll not be a party to incest, adultery and sexual perversions."
At that moment, the fourteen-year-old twins entered the gym, wearing only the bottoms of their bikini suits. Their firm, full tits bounced temptingly and their lovely faces glowed with the health and ebullience of youth.
"Daddy," Cindy squealed urgently, "Curly say Corny and I have to back to school or we'll be put in a girl's reformatory."
Richard put his arms around his twin daughters and kissed them on the cheek. "He's only teasing you. Probably wants to get you back to L.A. so he won't have to give up your pussies when he leaves the ship in Callao."
"Then there's nothing to worry about?" Corny asked.
"Nothing, baby. You'll get more of an education traveling around the world than you'll ever get in school," he assured them.
They thanked him in unison and ran from the gym, their perfectly rounded butts bobbing delightfully.
Donald licked his lips as he watched the teenage nymphs leave.
"Gentlemen-after careful consideration, I've decided I've been hasty. I think interfamily intercourse is a desired phenomenon-so just forget what I said before. I think I'd like the twins for dessert tonight."
The other men shook their heads sadly.
"No," Richard said, "just because you find my daughters-luscious, desirable, voluptuous, enticing and sexually acquiescent-that's no reason to put your principles aside. I think you should hold true to your convictions."
"Here, here!" Martin and Lester agreed in unison.
"Gentlemen-I have but four words in rebuttal-fuck all of you!" Donald said with a smile.
They all laughed, having enjoyed the brief charade, then went back to the task of keeping fit.
While the men exercised, Jack and Robert, who were twenty and nineteen respectively, were young enough to forego the physical exertion needed by the older men. They sat at the bar with Pam, drinking a bottle of cool vin rose and reminiscing about their sexual past in Los Angeles and New York.
The twins had challenged the sisters, Lynn and Paula, to a shuffleboard match, the winner of two out of three games to be declared the winner. It had become a daily ritual with the prolonged series dead even to date. The bet on the daily match varied with their moods; from a trinket to intangibles like who gets to sleep with whom. The women still broiled in the noonday sun. Their deeply tanned bodies glistening with the combination of suntan oil and perspiration.
Ellen Stoddard Craft, Pam's mother, wiped her face with a towel and sat up.
"I've had it for today," she declared. "I'm going to shower and rest awhile before dinner. Anyone else had enough?"
The others wanted to absorb some more of the penetrating rays so Ellen picked up her bra and headed for her stateroom. As she passed the shuffleboard contestants, Corny looked at her and smiled broadly.
"No more sun, Mrs. Craft?" she asked.
"No more-not today anyway," Ellen answered.
She continued on her way, Corny's eyes following the sway of the older woman's scantily-covered ass.
When Ellen finished her tepid shower and rubbed herself a rosy red, she pulled off the bedspread and lay on top of the crisp sheets, her glowing body exposed to the cooling breeze which came in through the open porthole.
She rested in a contented haze for a few moments before she heard the door slowly open and she looked toward the barely audible noise.
Corny's beautiful face peeked past the opening, wisps of her jet black hair masking her face like a diaphanous veil. She smiled warmly.
"Did I wake you up?" she asked.
"No-I was just lying here, relaxing," Ellen answered.
Corny stepped into the room. "May I use your shower, Mrs. Craft? Cindy's using ours and I feel icky."
"Certainly, honey," Ellen said. "Thank you."
Corny removed her panties before entering the bathroom, making sure that Ellen saw the pinkness of her soft pussy as she did. The deliberate action had the desired effect, for as Corny showered, Ellen thought about the tight pink slot and her passion stirred uneasily in her loins. She waited anxiously for the little girl to emerge from the bathroom, eager to savor the succulence of Corny's youthful flesh.
It was a foregone conclusion that Corny would be amenable to any suggestion made by the older woman, but in all probability, Corny would make the first overt move. And Ellen, knowing that Corny had used the shower as a pretext to be alone with her, decided that she would let the youngster make the overture. Corny came out of the bathroom, rubbing her body vigorously, taking an inordinate amount of time to wipe between her widely-spread legs.
Ellen smiled inwardly, amused by the girl's ingenuous wiles. At fourteen, Corny was already wise in the ways of sexual stimulation. Ellen relaxed, her head resting on her arms, waiting patiently for Corny to finish the deliberately prolonged chore.
Finally, Corny tossed the towel into the bathroom and nakedly approached the bed, her panties laying where she took them off.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on Ellen's thigh, she asked, "Is it alright if I visit awhile, Mrs. Craft?"
"Stay as long as you like, honey-but I think we can dispense with formality. My name is Ellen-please use it."
Corny smiled happily. "Alright, Ellen."
She stretched her arms upward and threw her head back, her pert tits jutting enticingly forward and her taut nippled pointing like accusing fingers.
"Oh, Ellen-I'm so happy we were picked to come along on the boat."
"It has been wonderful," Ellen agreed. "I was wondering," Ellen continued, "do you ever regret having surrendered your virginity at such an early age?"
"Oh, no," Corny replied. "It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I can enjoy sex that much longer!"
"What do you like best?"
"Coming!" Corny answered enthusiastically.
Ellen laughed lightly. "I mean which way do you like it best?"
"Wow-that's a hard question to answer. I've dug everything I've tried. Any kind of sex blows my mind. All you have to do is touch my nipples and they blow right up and I'm ready for anything!"
Ellen knew it was an invitation, but she refrained from making the move although Corny's light pink teats were only a few inches from her hands.
"Are your nipples sensitive, too?" Corny asked.
"Yes, very," Ellen answered, "probably more than yours."
"Really??" Corny asked, affecting a look of disbelief.
"Really," Ellen repeated as Corny put her hand just below the undercurve of Ellen's upright breast.
"Wow-if your nipples are that sensitive-all I'd have to do is touch them and then I could take advantage of you," Corny said, trying an obvious gambit.
Pretending naivete, Ellen went along with the teenager's coy challenge. "That's the way it's always been-one touch and I'm undone. Frankenstein's monster could make it with me if he rubbed my nipples."
"You're jibing me," Corny said, moving her fingers a little closer to the underside of Ellen's breast.
"When it comes to sex-I don't jibe-as you put it," Ellen answered.
Corny waited for Ellen to invite her to try, but as much as Ellen wanted the young girl, she waited patiently, determined to let Corny make the initial advance. Corny waited and waited, her pussy twitching with inflamed passion. Her eyes kept moving up and down over Ellen's flexious flesh, incensing her libido with its availability.
Finally, unable to wait any longer for a verbal green light, Corny closed her eyes and sighed passionately, "Oh, Ellen!" Her hand slid up the slope of Ellen's tit and her finger enclosed the meaty nub at the apex of Ellen's luscious tanned mound.
She could feel the nipple tauten as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. Emboldened by the immediate response, she opened her eyes and saw Ellen's hand moving from side to side, delighting in the erotic stimulation.
Corny took a firm mound in each hand and massaged them vigorously.
"That's good, baby," Ellen sighed, her upper body shifting lazily from side to side.
As Corny continued the arousing massage, she put her mouth to Ellen's tit and sucked in the rosy-red, taut nipple, her tongue whip-lashing it sensitivity.
Now that Corny had done as Ellen wanted and sexually committed herself, Ellen took over. She lay Corny down and then lay beside her, their voluptuous bodies pressing breast to breast, belly to belly, crotch to crotch and their legs intertwined.
Ellen crushed her mouth to Corny's full lips and Corny gasped breathily as Ellen's tongue delved into her wet, warm mouth. The flicking tongue triggered Corny's reeling senses still more, making her squirm eel-like. Ellen stroked her long fingers through Corny's raven tresses as she clung desperately to the lush, full lips, her tongue tripping into every recess of Corny's sucking mouth.
Corny's libido reeled frantically as Ellen pressed against her and her slender hand cupped over Corny's upright mound of flesh, squeezing the spongy meat tenderly.
When Ellen moved her mouth away from Corny's lips and sucked hotly along her soft neck, Corny gasped wildly for air and moaned weakly, "Oh, Ellen-love me-love me."
"I will, I will," Ellen promised softly as she kneaded the firm breast more forcefully and rolled the tautened nipple between her slender fingers.
Ellen's sensitive but firm touch showered the young girl's body with electric sparks, rapidly spiralling her burgeoning passion. Her vibrant body began to slowly writhe as Ellen laved a hot path up the steeply slanted slope of Corny's milky-white tit and sucked in the turgid nipple. Her teeth rolled the pink teat along the even edges, while her fingers scratched lightly along her quivering belly and then dipped into the shallow pit of her belly button.
by the time Ellen reached the apex of her pussy-lips, Corny was a mass of quaking flesh, her raging passion begging for relief and Ellen was attuned to her needs. She spread the moist cunt-lips and with the tips of her fingernails, she scratched the hot, inner labia while her mouth left the succulence of Corny's pink nipple and laved hotly to her belly button. As her tongue flicked into the sensitive hole, her fingers delved deeper into Corny's hot, grabbing pussy-meat.
The fourteen-year-old's passion was uncontrollable. Her inflamed body shook and quaked as the educated fingers in her raging cunt found the stiff and eager clitoris. Corny spread her legs and jerked her ass to aid Ellen's massaging fingers.
"Oh, Ellen-mash it! Rub it! Pull it!" Corny pleaded, overcome with wave after wave of indescribable ecstasy.
Ellen sucked heartily on Corny's heavenly flesh and moved her mouth through the lush black pubes, pulling little curly locks with her teeth before she tongued her way to the point of Corny's wanton pussy-meat.
"Your mouth-I want your wonderful mouth in me! Suck me, Ellen-suck me!" Corny's voice sounded like she was a thousand miles away, so tight was her throat from the delirious tremors which rocked her.
She released a baleful, wailing, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" as Ellen's hot tongue licked between her anguished cunt-lips.
Ellen got off the bed, grabbed Corny's ankles, twisted her sideways on the bed and then raised her feet to the edge of the bed. It made Corny's knees go high and her legs spread wide. Kneeling between the widely-spread legs, Ellen buried her face in Corny's meat and grabbed the agitated clit between her teeth, pulling and gnashing the turgid bud unmercifully.
Corny's flesh convulsed under the savage cannibalism; every muscle, every nerve, every fiber jerking in an upending spasm of sheer ecstasy.
"Harder! Harder! Ellen, suck me harder-bite me, pull me! Oh, Ellen, Ellen, you're so wonderful! I love you-I love you! Oh, my wonderful Ellen, suck my guts out!"
In answer to the young girl's erotic pleas, Ellen pushed her face deeper into Corny's hot, enveloping flesh and sucked the surrounding meat in, along with the blood-filled clit.
"You're driving me out of my skull! Make me come or I'll fall apart! Make me come! Oh, God, please make me come! Please-please-please-my heart's going to burst! MAKE ME C-COME!" Her words spilled out with a haunting urgency.
Ellen worked feverishly on the swollen bud and forced her finger into Corny's puckering rosette, reaming the tight, sensitive anal passage with rapid strokes.
It was the catalyst which set off the barrage. A great tidal wave of delirium inundated Corny and her body arched rainbow-like and stiffened. Her guts seemed to be oozing out of her gaping, raging cunt-meat. It felt like a thermonuclear detonation.
Her wailing, agonized screams caromed off the bulkheads. "I'm commmmmmiiinnnnnnggggggg! I'm coooommmmmmiiinnnngggggg!" Her body remained arched and quivered uncontrollably as Ellen sucked greedily of her oozing life-juice.
Corny jerked in a tremendous last spasm and collapsed onto the bed, almost lifeless, unable to move an eyelid. Ellen stood up and looked at Corny's spent figure, lovingly focusing on the puffy, pink, inner pussy-lips, still pulsing in ebbing passion.
Ellen lay beside the wonderfully warm, voluptuous teenager, pressing her breasts against Corny's heaving chest. She lay quietly, her face snuggled in Corny's neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply of the young girl's sensuous, musky aroma. As she listened to Corny's deep breathing and the steady thumping of her heart, she knew that the impassioned, 'I love you' that Corny had cried out in her sexual frenzy was nothing more than a frantic call of release, but it was all the stimulation she needed.
Ellen put her hand lightly on Corny's breast and let it lay there while she moved her crotch close against Corny's leg. The still turgid nipple pressed into the palm of her hand and she could feel Corny's steady pulse through the pink bud.
Corny lazily combed her fingers through the dark blonde hair near her face as she felt Ellen's hot breath wafting over neck and shoulder.
"Can I make love to you?" Corny asked.
Ellen looked up, kissed the beautiful girl gently on her lips, and then whispered, "Are you rested enough?"
"Yes, dear Ellen."
"Then make love to me. Fill my pussy with your beautiful face."
Corny put her arms around Ellen's neck and their hungry lips met in a scathing kiss. Their firm breasts rubbed together and their legs interlocked, each lush pussy pressing against the other's thigh.
Corny put her hand to Ellen's tit and squeezed the full globe gently, sending a shower of sparks through Ellen. Quickly, Corny put her mouth to Ellen's distended nipple and sucked the swollen bud with pursed lips.
"That feels good-so good," Ellen sighed, her breath becoming labored.
They frictioned their impassioned cunts against each other's pressuring thighs, while Corny sucked hungrily on the older woman's stiff berry. Corny moved her body perpendicularly to Ellen's and cupped her hand over Ellen's soft venus mound, frictioning the soft flesh against the ungiving pelvic bone while her hot mouth vacuumed in the bulbous tit.
Ellen's body jerked in wanton pleasure as Corny rubbed and sucked the sensitive areas and her legs sprang open when she felt Corny's fingers rub along her fiery labial slot.
The cheeks of Ellen's rounded buttocks tensed in anticipation when Corny spread her fiery, quivering lips and dipped into the scalding valley.
Her belly convulsed and her weeping pussy contracted and expanded violently as Corny's fingers traced a torrid trail to her clitoris. The swollen node felt like a little prick in Corny's fingers as she jerked on it savagely.
Ellen wanted to burst into tears, the sensation was so exquisite. Corny pulled her mouth reluctantly from the succulent globe and dragged her tongue, hotly, down the middle of Ellen's stomach, to her navel, to her lush blonde pubes and then to the moist opening of the pink-lipped cunt. The heady scent of musk and lubricant sent Corny's passion soaring and she lapped the weeping pussy-lips while her fingers still tugged forcefully on Ellen's throbbing clit.
"Oh, baby do me-do me!" Ellen sobbed frenetically, her raging, rampant, delirium-torn body being cast in a thousand directions.
Corny took her hand away from Ellen's lusting meat and clamped it on the cheek of her quivering ass. She pulled the older woman to her side and as Ellen raised her leg, she buried her face between the gaping, pink cunt-lips. The young girl's mouth found the stiff clit dancing eagerly and she clamped her teeth over the turgid bud, gnashing, pulling, rolling the tender blossom while her finger circled the tight sphincter muscle of Ellen's ass.
Ellen was screaming in delightful agony as she reached out and pulled Corny's legs to her, where she raised the creamy appendage and put her face between the open space, her fingers hastily spreading the moist, ready labia. Her mouth sucked in Corny's blood-filled clitoris like a vacuum cleaner and she tickled the swollen nodule with the tip of her tongue.
The gorgeous bodies meshed into one, each lovely face buried in the other's flaming cunt. They gyrated with a frenetic energy and sucked each other with frenzied abandon.
The heat rose in shimmering waves as they clawed, convulsed, quivered, quaked and writhed in their relentless quest for paradise.
There was no discernible sound in the cabin save the slurping, sucking and grunting noises of their passion and their increased tempo portented the oncoming cataclysmic explosion. At the same instant, their faces burrowed deep into each other's crying cunts and their bodies stiffened as they soared on gigantic wings of orgiastic ecstasy. They clung desperately to each other, sucking in the oozing juices of their convulsing meat. A final, long parting kiss and they fell limply on their backs.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the time that Ellen and Corny were enmeshed in mutual oral intercourse, Cindy, Corny's twin sister, had finished her shower and became curious about her sister's absence. She slipped into a short silk kimono and walked along the passageway until she heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual encounter. Quietly, she peered into Ellen's cabin and observed her sister and Ellen for a long moment while they writhed ecstatically on the bed.
The erogenous scene had piqued her libido and she went on the prowl, hoping to quell the fire which had been stoked in her loins.
As she passed the galley, she heard Rene St. Clair, the chef, singing in his deep baritone and french accent as he went about his preparations for dinner.
She stuck her head in the door and called out, "Can I visit for a few minutes, Rene? I'm bored."
Rene was a tall, thin man who was born in Paris forty-eight-years ago and still retained his thick French accent. He had refined his skills in the best restaurants throughout the continent and then fell prey to the lure of money, coming to the United States three-years ago at double what he made in Europe. Donald enticed him away from L'Escoffier with an offer of triple his salary and complete autonomy in the kitchen.
"Mais oui, little one-a beautiful girl is always welcome in my kitchen," he said, smiling broadly. He put a chair beside his combination chopping block-salad counter and bade her sit.
She did, allowing her short robe to gape open enough for him to see the faint hint of her uncovered V.
"Is it Corny or Cindy? It is very difficult to know the difference," he said, his eyes wandering to the juncture of her legs.
She saw his focal point and noticed a slight bulge at his crotch, so she spread her legs slightly, allowing him a better view of the delightful slit between her legs.
"I'm Cindy. You can tell by the small birthmark on my left breast," she informed him.
"Alas," he said sadly. "I do not see the breast-so I am still at a loss to know the difference."
It was against her nature to see the man in the throes of such a dilemma, so she decided to enlighten him. She opened the top of her kimono and bared her gorgeous left breast so he might see, first hand, the dainty rose-colored mole on the side.
His eyes bugged as he looked at the full, firm tit, his mouth watering to taste the pink berry which capped the creamy mound.
His obvious reaction and the rigid bulge at his crotch assured Cindy that she wouldn't waste her time if she remained in the ship's galley. What made it more intriguing and excited her libido to a sexual gallop was that the huge bulge indicated the presence of an enormous prick-one that she hungered to have rammed in her burning pussy.
"It is lovely. Is it the only one you have?" he asked, his fingers trembling to encase the pliant globe.
"No," she answered, wanting to believe he was referring to her breast. She opened her robe and showed both of her gorgeous tits.
"See. I have two-both the same."
He appreciated the enticing sight and wanted to see more of the delectable body. "I was referring to the birthmark. You have another one, perhaps?"
"As a matter-of-fact I do-on my hip. Would you like to see it?"
It was like asking a man who had been on the desert for two days without water, if he wanted a drink.
"Oui-ma cherie! I mean-yes, little one-I would like very much to see it."
Cindy stood up and let the kimono slip from her body. As she stood before him naked, he clasped his hands in front of him and sighed deeply.
"Mon Dieu absolutely magnificent."
She knew that he was referring to her body and it thrilled her to realize that she could bring about such ecstatic reaction.
"Oh, I would love to prepare you for dinner. An exquisite platter of amour a la Rene."
"Ooohhh," she purred, her body shivering just at the sound of the words. "Why don't you? Prepare me and then eat me all up."
"You know what you are saying? You are only fourteen, n'est-ce pas?"
"I know," she answered, smiling lecherously and then walked close to him, putting her hand to his crotch. She squeezed the stiffness of his long cock and repeated, "I know."
He unzipped his pants. "Let me see if you truly know."
She put her hand in his pants and pulled out his rigid prick, the length and thickness causing her some difficulty. When she had extracted his penis and balls, it extended almost eleven steel-like inches.
"Wow-that's a mind-blower," she cooed. Donald and Robert had nine inches and she had taken them with ease. Faced with a rod that still had two more inches to offer her would be an experience that she would devoutly enjoy and she was overwhelmed at the prospect.
She sat on the chair and wrapped both of her tiny fists around the meaty monster and still four inches and the bulbous cap remained uncovered. Her mouth opened and she enclosed the bared muscle, sucking the hot meat with rabid intensity.
While she slavered wetly over the satiny surface, her hands pulled the loose outer skin firmly over the rock-hard inner core.
"Ooohhh, baby-you truly know," Rene sighed breathily, his belly twitching in erotic response to her hungry attack.
He put his hands to the side of her face and slowly pumped his dick into the wet, warmth of her mouth, pulling against her suction. Then he pulled his pulsing shaft from her mouth and stood her up.
"Enough for now, ma petite. First I will prepare you-pussy a la Rene."
He wiped the chopping block clean and laid a white linen table cloth over it.
"Lay on the counter, ma cherie," he said softly, kissing her gently on the lips.
She climbed onto the hard surface and lay on her back, her legs dangling over the side, while he hastily went about gathering up the needed condiments.
He covered her tits with chopped celery, tomatoes and lettuce, using a thick Roquefort dressing to enhance the taste. Over her belly, he patted globs of caviar, filling her belly button with the salty fish eggs. Through her black pubes, he spread whip cream and then he jammed chocolate mousse into her pussy.
"A gourmet's delight," he enthused as he stepped back to admire his epicurean handiwork.
He began at her breast, using his mouth and hands to transfer the salad. As he chewed and munched, getting as much of her tasty tit into his mouth along with the greens, she wriggled in erotic delight.
It was a unique experience and she was being totally aroused.
He finished the salad but lingered on the mammary, nibbling and chewing the luscious nipple as Cindy moaned and dug her hand into his hair pushing his mouth more forcefully onto her breast.
Having had his fill of tit salad, he moved to her belly, lapping in the caviar with gusto. His mouth and tongue busily devoured the delicacy, sucking and nibbling the flesh below. His mouth covered her belly button and using enormous suction, he pulled the roe from the shallow pit and then he used his tongue to lick the remaining juice from the umbilical scar. The erotic process sent tremors of pure delight through Cindy and she squealed ecstatically, her pussy anxiously waiting for him to go after his dessert.
He licked her belly button clean and then laved his way into the blackness of her pubic bush to vacuum in the whip cream. As he ate the creamy delight, his chin rubbing into the sensitivity of her venus mound, his fingers delved the deep crevice of her ass, then lightly ringed about her asshole.
Cindy spread her legs, hoping to coax him prematurely into her mousse-packed cunt, but Rene was still busily lapping in the whipped cream, cleaning every black feather with salacious diligence.
As he finished at her pubic area and headed for the final course of his meal, his finger punched through the protection of her sphincter muscle and reamed the slippery anal canal.
His face moved between her legs and he sighed with anticipation, "Ah, dessert." He began to lick her labia collecting the overflow from her pussy. Back and forth along the length of her labial slot his tongue slid, savoring the combination of chocolate mousse and seeping musk.
Cindy's hips wiggled snakily as he increased the action of his finger in her bunghole and invaded her pussy, his tongue and mouth greedily feasting of the dark dessert. As he gobbled in mouthfuls of the pudding, he also pulled and nipped the spongy flesh of her vagina, causing knife-like tremors to slice at her libido. Deeper and deeper he sank his face, voraciously siphoning in the food and adding immeasurably to her erogenous pleasure.
It seemed to Cindy as if Rene was trying to force his whole head into her quivering cunt, he burrowed so deeply, but she loved every wanton minute of it and humped her pussy against him, helping him to gain deeper penetration.
The dual insertion of finger and mouth was rapidly hurling her to the brink of emotional upheaval and all that was needed was definitive attention to her blood-engorged clit.
He had lapped her pussy clean and licked toward her eager nerve center, following the convulsing path of her vulva, while his finger pistoned wildly in her rectum.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Goooooooooodddd!" she cried hysterically as his lips enclosed her quivering clitoris and mashed it harshly, his tongue whip lashing it while he inserted another finger into the tightness of her ass and worked them back and forth, scissor-like.
Cindy's legs and arms flailed furiously and her hips bucked frantically as an ocean of pure rapture washed over her psyche. She teetered precariously on the edge of erotic hysteria and when he bit her rigid nubbin, she plummeted into the abyss.
"RENE! RENE! RENE!" she shrieked as if accusing him of some dastardly deed. "I'm COMMINNNGGG!"
She stiffened like the chopping block below her and Rene pulled his fingers from her ass, clamping both his hands into the cushions of her ass for added leverage as he gulped in her copious flow.
It seemed to Cindy as if Rene was trying to suck out her guts along with the oozing love-juice, so voracious was his oral suction. But the frenetic vacuuming added to her rapture and prolonged the scathing orgasm. She experienced a rapid series of climaxes in such close sequence that it almost seemed like one unending explosion.
When the upheaval finally subsided and Rene pulled his mouth from between her legs, satisfied that he had extracted all the musk he could from her twitching cunt-meat, she collapsed limply on the cold wood, her legs dangling over the side like boneless flesh.
While she rested, rejuvenating her sexual cells, Rene slipped out of his clothes and allowed his massive eleven inches of solid muscle complete freedom. The gargantuan prick looked like the end of a spear which had been imbedded in Rene's loins.
He stepped up to the block, his cock just above the wooden surface and abreast of Cindy's mouth. She looked at the titanic weapon pointing ominously at her face and her hand went out, encircling it tenderly. She stroked gingerly over its length and then turned on her side, guiding the bulbous cock-head into her open jaws. Once the mammoth glans was w-edged into the warmth of her mouth, she placed her fingers around the huge stem, four inches below the flared cap. From her earlier experience, she knew that she could take that much without gagging. She put her other hand on the cheek of his skinny ass and pulled him forward, his cock sliding the allowed four inches into her pursed mouth. She relaxed the tension on his ass and he pulled back.
He picked up the rhythm on his own and began to slowly fuck her in the mouth. With each inward stroke, the tip of his prick grazed her larynx and with each outward stroke, Cindy applied slight pressure with her teeth so they raked over his skin.
She allowed him the pleasure of her hot mouth until her reeling senses regrouped and her pussy itched once more for the bawdy entrance of his pole-like phallus. Her mouth pulled away from his throbbing tool and she lovingly kissed the burning cap, her tongue tickling the pink eye at the tip.
"Fuck me, Rene! I'm ready for your gorgeous cock! See if you can hit my mouth through my pussy!" she urged as she swung her body around on the block so her legs were straddling Rene's hips.
His elongated extension sniffed at her pussy-lips, testing their tightness.
"You think you can take all of me?" Rene asked the fourteen-year-old girl who lifted her legs and hooked her heels over his shoulders.
"If I can't-I'm sure going to come a lot trying!" she squealed in anticipatory delight.
"Alright, cherie-but I will be gentle. I do not want to hurt so beautiful a pussy before it is fully matured," he said, looking down at the gaping pink meat anxiously waiting for his pulsing rod.
He put his fingers to her glistening cunt-lips and spread the delicate petals while Cindy took his hot prick in her fingers and guided it to her incensed oven. The knobby glans w-edged between her pulpy defense and invaded the inner flesh of her vulva, delivering a hot spark to ignite her erotic fuse.
Rene grabbed her by the hips as he slowly pushed forward, allowing his imbedded prick to carefully plow its way through the tightness of her vagina. When six inches of his tool disappeared into her grabbing cunt, he stopped and wigwagged his hips, permitting the young girl's narrow channel time for acclimation. But Cindy was too aroused, too overwhelmed with passion to wait for further penetration. The imbedded six inches was only teasing her, taunting her with a promise and she wanted it all slamming into her.
"All the way! Go all the way! Ram it in!" she pleaded, humping her hips forward, trying to capture the meaty extension with her cock-hungry cunt.
Rene was astounded that a girl, barely in her teens, could take six inches of his bulging rod without pain and plead for more. He wanted his aching cock in her wondrously tight pussy as much as she wanted it in her, so he issued a verbal warning and pushed forcefully forward. His immense shaft burrowed through the slippery tightness of her vagina until his pubic hair brushed along the sides of her pussy and his pelvic bone ground into hers.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she sighed ecstatically as the invading penis poked into the narrow opening of her cervix.
"Now hump me! Fuck me good and hard!" she urged frantically as she squeezed her legs together and began to gyrate furiously.
The contracting and expanding muscles of Cindy's vagina kneaded Rene's cock like velvet fists and almost in self defense, he began to push and pull his entrapped phallus.
Cindy's heels pounded on Rene's shoulders dictating the rhythm she wanted and he was hard pressed to keep up with the teenaged nymph. The perspiration popped freely from his pores as he slammed, repeatedly, into the human quicksand and had to strain energetically to pull back against the holding, grabbing quagmire.
"That's so good! So wonderful! Pump faster harder!" she whined, her fists pounding savagely onto the hard surface of the chopping block. The animal passion in her loins growled ferociously, seeking an escape as Rene, his mouth agape, labored for breath.
His own seething passion raged in his balls and his legs trembled and began to knot from the great physical and emotional strain he was experiencing. As much as his cock rapturized in the meaty heat of Cindy's succulent cunt, Rene fervently wished that the carnal bout would come to its orgasmic conclusion. If the erotic consummation didn't come soon, he felt sure he would collapse in a flexious heap, completely enervated.
So, he mustered his remaining strength and pummeled the young girl's pussy ferociously; twisting, gyrating and pumping like a man possessed.
The affect, to Cindy, was catastrophic. She screamed, shrieked and yowled in frenzied hysteria as thousands of white-hot needles pricked her nerves, scratched along her spine and jabbed into her libido until she exploded in a wild array of vivid colors. The colossal orgasm made her cunt convulse and quiver violently and react like a suctioning bellows on Rene's cock, pulling the boiling semen from his beleaguered balls.
Their cacophonous caterwauling filled the galley as they gushed and mixed their seed in the sodden depths of Cindy's cunt-meat. Rene grabbed her thighs and rammed his prick full in, holding it in her steaming flesh until it spasmed its full load.
Drained completely, he backed out and fell limply into the chair, his softening prick hanging like an unfilled sock between his legs.
Cindy rested a few minutes, then wiped herself with the table cloth and dressed. Using the same cloth, she wiped Rene's dangling phallus clean, for he had neither the inclination nor the energy.
As she knelt before him, she looked at the flaccid tool which had only a few minutes before been so majestically erect and she felt sad. She tenderly kissed the wide cap and smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Mr. Prick-it was really mind-blowing."
Then, as she opened the door to leave, she stopped and looked back.
"Can I visit with you again?" she asked.
Rene was too weak to lift his head as he answered, "Certainment, ma cherie." He waited a moment before adding, "In about a week."
CHAPTER SIX
It was after dinner and the S.S. Family Circle was two days out of Callao. Surprisingly, all the passengers were still in the salon, none of them having paired off and disappeared into the bowels of the ship to pursue their favorite pastime.
Some still danced, others sat at the bar and drank while the Madisons and the Carlyles were engaged in a spirited game of bridge.
Lynn and Paula Madison, they of the flaming red hair, played darts. The two out of three game match was tied, one game apiece and Lynn, who was seventeen, was throwing. She still had eighty points. Her first dart landed in the twenty space and her next one stuck in double twenty, so all she needed was a double ten to win. Her final dart hit eighteen, leaving her with the difficult throw of double one to win.
by the rules of the game, a player could only win by scoring a double and a double was an exceedingly small area. And to add to Lynn's problem was the fact that the one was placed in what was considered the most difficult position on the circular board.
Robert Carlyle approached them and watched as Paula, a year younger than her sister, stepped up to the line for her three throws. She still had fifty-six points to get rid of.
In darts, unlike other games, the players start at 301 and reduce the score by throwing three darts at a time and subtracting the total from the beginning score. A player must start with a double number and end with an exact double number to arrive at zero.
Paula took aim and tossed the dart. It hit sixteen, leaving forty. She could either break it down or try for a double twenty.
Robert looked at the slate where the girls had their scores recorded.
"A double twenty will give you the game, Paula," he said.
"I know," she said as she tossed the dart toward the tiny area. The dart stuck in the next slot to it, number one. It left her with a total of thirty-nine a figure that would have to make even if she was to win.
"Darn," she muttered. The tip of her tongue appeared between her lips as she concentrated on her last dart. It landed in the seventeen area, leaving her with a total of twenty-two, needing a double eleven to win.
It was Lynn's turn and she toed the line.
"Want me to get the double one for you, Lynn?" Robert asked, smugly.
"Sshhh!" Lynn snapped, squinting at the board.
"Hmmmmm," Robert hummed with interest. "You guys must really have a good bet going to be so involved."
The young girls looked at him and giggled.
"that good, huh? Does the lucky girl get me?" he asked.
"That's for us to know-and for you to find out," Lynn said, giggling lightly. She threw her three darts and failed in her quest for the double one.
Paula took her turn and reduced herself to Lynn's score-double one.
After three turns each, they were still looking for the double one.
"Ho-hum," Robert yawned, stretching his arms to emphasize his point. "This could go on all night. Why don't you just throw three darts and the highest total wins?"
"We'll hit the one-just you watch, mister smart ass," Paula said as she stepped up to the line.
Her first dart flew true and hit in the heart of the double one. She clapped her hands and jumped up and down gleefully.
"I win! I win!" she squealed in girlish delight.
Robert put his arm around her waist. "Alright, I'm yours do with me what you will."
"Not tonight, Bobby," she said, slipping away from him. "Tonight-Lynn's mine."
She walked to her sister and put her arm around her waist. Lynn put her hand to Paula's breast and squeezed the bulging mound.
"If I'd known either of you was the prize, I would have gotten into the game," Robert said.
"Oh, no, you wouldn't," Lynn replied. "It was a private game. Sister against sister."
Robert put the back of his hand to his forehead and over-emoted. "How sharp is the knife of ingratitude. How easily you forget that I was the one who opened the door to sexual bliss for you."
"Not me," Lynn reminded him, "you took Paula's cherry. Jack took mine."
He snapped his fingers. "That's right-we didn't make it until two nights later. And it was wonderful-doesn't that mean anything to you? Am I to be used and then tossed casually aside?"
The girls laughed and applauded his hammy performance. He bowed deeply with a Victorian flourish to accept their plaudits.
"Thank you, my fans. Even if you don't appreciate my sexual prowess-at least you appreciate my thespic talent. And now if you young ladies will excuse me-I must search elsewhere to fulfill the needs of my overactive libido."
The red-haired beauties laughed as Robert headed for the group at the bar while they headed for Pam who was dancing with her stepfather, Martin Craft. They waited impatiently until the music stopped and then Lynn and Pam stepped to one side, holding a whispered conversation while Paula danced with Martin, pushing her crotch into the hardness which Pam had caused.
"I have the distinct feeling that your sister and my stepdaughter are discussing matters sexual-am I right?" he asked, jabbing his rigid cock between her legs and cupping her full tit in his hand.
"Ooohhh," she cooed, "you're right-and if they talk much longer-I may not wait till they're finished!"
She let her hand drop to his crotch and rubbed it firmly over his stiff cock.
"Thanks for keeping him warm," Pam said as she stood behind them.
Paula parted from Martin and Pam immediately took over, her hand going to Martin's stiff phallus as the sisters headed below.
"I'll be right in," Lynn said as they stood at their stateroom door. Paul went in and Lynn went to Pam's cabin.
Inside their stateroom, Paula quickly got out of her clothes and rolled a marijuana cigarette, waiting eagerly for her sister's return. She had just lit the roach when Lynn entered the cabin, carrying an unmarked box about the size of a shoe box.
"Is that it?" Paula asked.
"Uh-huh," Lynn answered, putting the box on the bed and then stripping.
"Seven or nine?" Paula asked as she sucked in the acrid smoke, filling her lungs with the tranquilizing matter.
"Nine," Lynn answered, sitting on the bed next to her sister. Paula squealed delightedly as Lynn took the butt and loudly inhaled.
by the time they had finished the roach, the dim light seemed dimmer and the soft music seemed reduced in speed. Each dip of the ship in the smooth swells of the Pacific made them feel as though they were on a roller coaster, slowly negotiating the up and down course.
"Lay back, sis," Lynn said softly, her voice sounding to Paula as though it were coming through a thick wall.
Paula lay back, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Lynn put her hand to Paula's flaming red pubes and gently ran her fingers through the silken tendrils while she lightly drew tiny circles on Paula's belly.
The single weed had multiplied Paula's sensual acuteness and her sister's initial touch caused exquisite tremors to race along her spine.
"Oh, sis-ooohhh, sis," she purred, her body writhing in half-time. The feeling of well-being soothed her into a hazy glow and she felt as if she was drifting in a sea of clouds on a huge water bed.
Lynn moved her mouth to Paula's neck and easily laved the creamy skin, her tongue acting like a paint brush limning erotic scenes in saliva. Her fingers continued to sift lightly through Paula's lush pubic forest, tugging feathery carmine tufts at strategic intervals.
When Lynn sucked her way to Paula's pink nipple and gnashed the rosy bud between her teeth, Paula felt as though she had been launched into space, so keen were the traumatic sensations. Lynn sucked more voraciously on her sister's teat while her fingers left the red triangle and dipped between Paula's thighs, pressuring gingerly along the length of Paula's pulpy pussy-lips.
Paula spread and raised her legs in what she thought was rapid movement, but what was, in reality, slow motion. Lynn was quick to take advantage of the hot opening and she put her fingers into the seething slot, kneading her sister's hungry cunt while she slavered down Paula's body and tongue-fucked her delectable belly button.
"Oh, Lynn, darling-you always make me feel good. Oh, Lynn, my love-diddle my clit. Squeeze and mash it with your beautiful fingers!" Paula pleaded, her raspy voice coming out with the slowness of molasses.
At the same time that Lynn clamped onto her sister's disturbed clitoris, she got off the bed and knelt between Paula's legs, her mouth and tongue nipping and tonguing in the glowing brush at Paula's venus mound. She pressured the pliant flesh against the bone while her fingers fiercely attacked the erect node of Paula's wanton desire.
Paula squealed in animated rapture, her body writhing uncontrollably from the salacious onslaught. The marijuana influence multiplied the sensitivity of Paula's erectile organ to the point where she felt as though a thousand fingers were invading her cunt and massaging the tiny penis.
Lynn, driven on by her own rampant lust, replaced her fingers with her mouth and tongue, grabbing the turgid nubbin between her lips and grating it shuttlewise while her tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitivity of the tip. With no probing preliminaries, Lynn poked her finger into Paula's ass and rapidly reamed the quivering hole. She kept increasing the fervor of her tandem assault as Paula shrieked and screamed and wailed from the unceasing barrage of ecstatic tremors.
Under the tranquilizing effect of marijuana, Paula's climax was held tantalizingly back, delaying the carnal eruption she so frantically craved.
Although her sister's ardent attention was pervading her body with exquisite ecstasies, Paula was keenly aware that she needed greater stimulation to bring about her orgasm. As she was going, her climax would never arrive and she would teeter on the brink of orgasmic fulfillment, never quite grabbing the golden ring.
"Fuck me! Use the dildo!" she cried hysterically. "Fuck me with the dildo! MAKE ME COME!" Her urgent, anguished plea knifed into her sister's psyche, flooding Lynn with sibling empathy.
Quickly, she took the nine-inch dildo from its box and donned the ersatz cock. The simulated prick with its eighth-inch barbs evenly spaced along its smooth surface should have received a light coating of vaseline but Lynn didn't want to waste the time. Her sister sounded too pitiable, too much in anguish to delay the manufactured penis' entrance. Besides which, Lynn knew that Paula's pussy was oozing a copious flow of lubricant to pave the way for easy insertion and penetration.
As Paula raised her legs about her sister's waist and spread her labia with her fingers, Lynn guided the notched cock-head into Paula's embattled cunt-meat. Lynn grabbed her sister's ass and shoved her body forward, the nine-inch replica burrowing full in.
Paula wheezed a loud sigh of erotic relief as the barbed tool agitated along the walls of her fiery vagina.
"Kiss me!" she cried, humping her hips frantically against the pimpled thickness of the pistoning plastic prick.
Lynn crushed her mouth to her sister's contorting lips and rammed her tongue into the hot interior, their two meaty organs entwining in passionate embrace, their hot breath adding immeasurably to the erotic impact.
Now, Paula could feel the orgasm martialing in her loins, preparing to envelop her in an ecstatic maelstrom.
Faster and faster, they gyrated and writhed and pumped and slammed into each other, their sweat-glistening bodies adhering like smoothly mated parts. To Lynn's wanton delight, she found that the hard rear end of the dildo agitated against her aroused clitoris with each inward thrust, bringing her impending climax into glorious harmony with her sister's.
They melded into a single entity as Lynn feverishly pounded the unbending rod into her sister's grabbing cunt-meat, intent on bringing about her sister's and her own rapturous arrival into the realm of sexual paradise.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Paul whelped as her orgasm rumbled along the delicate track of her nerves like a runaway freight train.
"I'm coming! I'M COMING!!!!" she screeched, wrapping her legs tightly about Lynn's waist.
"Me, too! ME, TOO!!!" Lynn yelled with the same intensity that her sister used.
The two gorgeous young redheads clung to each other, their mouths sucking frantically on each other's flesh as their orgasms rampaged violently through them. The struggle to reach the peak of human sensuality had been a physical and emotional debacle, made extremely difficult through the use of marijuana, but the supreme physical effort was worth it for they were experiencing a sequential series of eruptions which threatened to rip them asunder.
They no longer existed on earth, but were soulless bodies, dwelling in a heavenly paradise which abounded in exotic scents and vivid colors, where the streams overflowed with milk and honey and dildoes, of every size and shape, hung from trees.
Unfortunately, Utopia never lasts and they returned to the bed, to the cabin, to the ship and to reality-two completely spent, but contented girls, happy to be in each other's arms and enjoy the cozy warmth of each other.
* * *
After Lynn and Paula had left earlier, Pam returned to her stepfather's arms so they might continue dancing. And it was dancing in its most refined development; Martin's thigh was pressed along Pam's warm pussy, agitating the labial slip while one of his hands clamped on her ass, his other massaged her breast, paying particular attention to her taut nipple. She, in return for the pleasure he was giving her, had her hand at his crotch, squeezing and massaging his rigid cock with her deft fingers.
"How long are we going to keep dancing?" Pam asked, her pussy burning for phallic entrance.
"Whenever you're ready to stop is fine with me," her stepfather answered, just as anxious to get to bed as she.
"I was ready when you got hard."
"So was I," Martin said and then tongued her ear. She shivered from the sparks which leaped along her spine.
"Your cabin or mine?" she asked.
"Yours-it's fifteen steps further to mine," he answered, a lecherous smile on his lips.
They left the salon, walking slightly faster than usual in their anxiety to get to bed. A few moments later, they were naked in bed and Martin's mouth was on Pam's tit, sucking the succulence of her taut pink nipple while she gently stroked his turgid cock.
"Martin," she said softly, her mind wandering to the past.
Yes, honey-what's on your mind?" he asked, taking his mouth with reluctance from her wonderfully firm tit.
"Are you and Mommy happy?"
"That's a strange thing to ask. You know we're happy. Very happy. Why'd you ask?"
"I don't know. I was just wondering. I made you sell your company-retire-and cruise aimlessly around the world. I thought maybe you might be sorry you let me talk you into it. Don't you ever miss New York and work?"
She had taken her hand from his cock and it retreated to softness, so he raised up and leaned on his elbow, looking at Pam as she stared absently at the ceiling. She had obviously been disturbed by the nagging thoughts and it was his place to dispel them.
"First of all-let me straighten one thing out. I sold my company and retired to cruise aimlessly around the world because I wanted to. You didn't talk me into it. If I didn't think it was a wonderful way of life that both your mother and myself would easily fit into no amount of talking by you, or anyone else, would have made me do it. Second-I don't miss the cesspool called New York and I always hated work-it was an economic necessity, so I did it. Today, I'm worth millions, so work is no longer required. As for your mother and me being happy-we've never been happier in our lives. We've discovered a way of life, thanks to you and our wonderful companions, that makes the old, cloistered way seem like Devil's Island."
"Honest? You're not just saying it to ease my conscience?" she asked.
"Honest Injun. Cross my heart and hope to die. Scout's honor. If I'm lying, may I never have sex again. And if there are any other ways of signifying the truth of my feelings-I'll use them too."
"Oh, Martin-Daddy," she squealed happily. It was only on rare occasions that she called her stepfather, Daddy; either when they were having sex or when she was unusually elated over something he had done or given her. At the moment, the latter reason applied.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him warmly. Her hand went back to his flaccid meat.
"Oh, poor thing," she cooed sadly, "because of my silly doubts-my poor baby died."
"Don't worry, honey-you have an innate talent for resurrection."
"I have an idea!" she blurted out and sprang from the bed. "Let's watch the dirty movies I got at Dimples house of a thousand thrills you know, the place I told you about in Colon!"
"Okay," he said. "It should be good for a few laughs-who knows, it might even give me a hard-on."
"If it don't-I will!" she promised.
Martin set up the eight millimeter projector at the foot of the bed and threaded the film while Pam set up the portable screen at the opposite end of the room. Pam snapped off the lights and Martin hit the on switch and then they settled against the headboard to watch the three reels of pornographic film which had been spliced together to preclude the necessity of changing reels at the conclusion of each episode.
The first reel began simply enough; a telephone repair man answered a call to locate the trouble a big-titted girl encountered when she dialed. He wasn't in her apartment one minute before she had his cock out and sucked it to hardness. The loose gown she wore slipped from her body and he shoved his face into her hairy twat while she laved over his prick and balls, her finger shoving roughly into his asshole. A few moments of erotic gyrations in the sixty-nine position and then he lay on his back. She straddled him and his huge prick disappeared into the gaping hole between her legs. The camera changed positions to show the angle from behind her ass. The man's meaty extension appeared and disappeared as the woman humped up and down. A few moments of that and then the camera showed a full view of the room as the front door opened and a big black man entered. It turned out to be the woman's husband, who, instead of becoming angry, pulled out his massive, black cock and shoved it into her ass while she humped on the repairman's tool. The episode ended with the repairman promising to visit them again.
"You mean that's what I've been missing by not being with the telephone company?" Martin asked as Pam's hand encircled his hardening rod.
The second reel flashed on and emulated the first. But, instead of it being a telephone repairman, it was a grocery delivery boy who was entrapped by the lady of the house. In that one, as the lady sucked the boy's long, skinny prick, her fifteen-year-old daughter entered the room, stripped out of her clothes and sat on the boy's face. After sucking and fucking, inter-changeably, the boy left taking an order for the next day's delivery.
by now, Martin was rock-hard and Pam lay on his belly, holding his prick depressed so she could lick the bulbous head as she watched the next film.
The final reel was distinguished by its use of a huge Great Dane.
As soon as the large animal flashed on the screen, Pam laughed in remembrance.
"I wonder if he's as good as Hamlet," she wondered aloud, referring to the Great Dane that they had on Long Island where they lived before embarking on the endless odyssey.
"I think we'll soon find out," Martin remarked as a pert young girl with big tits came into frame with the dog.
The dog nuzzled into her crotch, brushing aside the material of her thin robe. The girl made a feeble attempt to push his face from her crotch and then dropped the robe to the floor, sighing ecstatically as the dog lapped over her pussy.
"Get her, doggy!" Pam shouted in encouragement as she engulfed Martin's cock-head in her mouth.
The girl in the picture fell on a nearby couch with her legs in the air exposing the deep red of her inner labia. The dog rushed into the opening, his nose rubbing against her taut clit and his tongue lapping the seeping walls of her vagina. The writhing girl moaned and groaned ecstatically from the dog's oral attention while another girl, slightly older than the first, entered the room and knelt beside the dog and began to play with his cock until the red dagger appeared from its sheath. As the dog continued lapping the one girl's pussy, the other began to suck the dog's cock.
"Wow!" Pam exclaimed, getting more and more aroused by the pictured depravity. "That's something I didn't try with Hamlet."
To Martin's surprise, the degenerate action and Pam's incensed sucking aroused his sleeping passion. He pulled Pam around so her pussy was close to his face while she still kept his prick in her mouth. He grabbed her breast in his hand, massaging it roughly while his other hand w-edged between her legs, agitating the pulp of her cunt-lips.
On the screen, the first girl began to eat the late arrival's pussy while the dog mounted her from behind and plunged his red devil into her asshole. The sound became a cacophony of muted growls and anguished groans as the mixed trio scaled the climactic heights. It ended with the dog whimpering weakly from the room and the girls lapsing into unconsciousness.
The loose end of the film slapped endlessly around the reel and the bright light flooded the opposite end of the room, but Pam and Martin were too obsessed with their immediate needs to correct the situation.
Martin aimed straight for Pam's angered clit once he buried his face in the heat of her quivering twat while Pam paid full attention to her stepfather's cock, sucking in as much of the turgid muscle as she could without gagging. Her fingers played with his thick stem and hairy balls while her mouth pursed over his extension, sliding up and down as her tongue laved along the sensitive underside.
His mouth captured her erectile organ and ground it unmercifully between his teeth while his finger invaded the tightness of her ass.
Aroused as they were, from the long foreplay and stimulating films, their orgasms were not long in coming. Together, they spasmed the seed of their love-making and together, they feasted on each other's geysering flow.
They had reached the pinnacle of sexual beauty and began to backslide, but neither of them was fully satisfied. Martin's rod stayed erect and Pam's pussy still hungered for further attention. She got to her hands and knees, her ass jutting out as an electrifying enticement and Martin eagerly rose to the bait.
He moved behind her, his steely prick slipping between the warmth of her legs.
"The dog gave you ideas, huh, baby?" Martin asked, reaching under and grabbing two handfuls of loosely hanging tits.
"I can almost get you-balls and all-this way," she mewled, reaching back for his stiff lobber.
He lowered his body so his entrance into her quivering slot would be straight and easily accomplished. He felt the heat of her cunt-lips surround his penis and knew that initial penetration had been made. Now, solidly w-edged between her clinging labia, he rose up and lunged forward in one smooth, forceful motion, sending his thick tool through the slippery tightness of her sodden vagina.
"Ooohhhh, yes, Martin!" she wailed in erotic appreciation as his cock-head poked into her cervix opening.
While he tore at her tits and rapidly pumped his long stump into her, she backed into each lunge and reached back to fondle his sweaty scrotum. To add an ecstatic nuance to the pistoning motion, she whipped her hips from side to side.
"Do me, Daddy-do me! Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy-do me-do me! Made me come a gallon!" she pleaded as she experienced a palpitating tremor with each inward thrust.
Martin's sweat ran in little rivulets down his belly to his loins and trickled into Pam's ass, following the deep crack of her ass to fall in salty droplets from her puckering asshole.
A gush of air escaped from her mouth each time he pounded forward, only stopping when his pelvis ground into the cushions of her ass. Like rutting animals, they clawed and scratched their way up the steep trail to the heights of orgasmic rapture; stepdaughter and stepfather engaged in the sexual ritual perpetrated through time by the base instincts of man and beast.
The sublime moment arrived to the accompaniment of guttural growls and hysterical wails. It was trumpets blaring and cymbals crashing, heralding the advent of another blissful milestone in the history of man.
Martin held his gushing cock immobile in his stepdaughter's convulsing cunt-meat, allowing it to spasm its milky load, unimpeded by any movement. Their love-juices mingled in the steamy depths and their bodies meshed in mutual need.
When the raging storm had passed, they dropped in a flexious heap, their chests heaving with the strain of drawing in air. As Pam cuddled in her stepfather's arms, holding his limp prick in her hand, a thought occurred to her.
"If we had it on film-we could make a fortune," she said, kissing him on the neck.
"We already have a fortune-we have each other."
She smiled and snuggled in closer as he kissed her on the mouth.
Their lips were still together as they fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A farewell party was planned for Curly the night before they were to arrive in Callao and the salon was a beehive of activity as everyone scampered about the large room attending to the chore assigned them.
Curly was ordered to sit idly by as the decorations were hung, the food prepared and the bar refrigerator stocked with champagne. The entire crew, save the helmsman and one engineer, were invited to attend the party and they would be relieved in time to enjoy the gaiety.
It was scheduled to begin at eight o'clock in the evening and promptly at that time, the steward sounded his gong to start the festivities.
Music spilled from the speakers and champagne flowed from an unending supply. The exotic hors d'oeuvres, prepared with love by Rene, were piled high on the tables spaced about the room.
Passengers and crew intermingled with an easy casualness, putting aside the employer/employee barrier for the night. Occasionally, a member of the crew would be led on deck to have his cock regaled by one of the hungry female mouths.
Dancing was almost continuous, stopped only long enough to play a game of charades, or musical chairs, or pin the tail on the donkey, or twenty questions-the winner getting the partner of his or her choice, alone on the aft deck, for twenty minutes.
At midnight, Donald, as the unofficial leader of the wandering band, sat on the bar and proposed a toast.
"To Curly-who, due to the call of higher education, is leaving the ship tomorrow to fly back to Los Angeles. We wish you God's speed-success and health in your future-and hope you put to good use the romantic education you got aboard ship."
"Here, here!" echoed in the salon as Curly sheepishly toed the floor.
"One more thing," Donald said, continuing to hold their attention, "the road to education and success has to be paved with more than good wishes so, for services rendered-behind the bar and in the boudoir-here's a token of our esteem."
He handed the young boy an envelope. Curly looked at it, trying to imagine what it contained.
"Go ahead-open it," Donald said, smiling broadly.
Curly soon leaned that Donald was extremely generous to go along with his other fine qualities. The envelope contained a check for five thousand dollars. Tears welled up in Curly's eyes and the words of thanks which he had so carefully framed, balled up in his throat.
"I-I-Gosh, Mr. Stoddard-I-I"
"I know, Curly-just use it well."
Before allowing the festivities to continue, Donald had one more announcement to make.
"There's one other going-away present in store for you-but you'll get that later. I will offer this much-you'll appreciate it more if you're not too drunk."
The music was turned up and dancing began again. Curly chose Cindy as his partner and the little girl cuddled into him, her pussy rubbing against his thigh as they danced. He tried to back away, embarrassed by the lump which was beginning to form at his crotch, but she wouldn't let him. Whichever way he moved, she moved with him, keeping his stiffening cock locked between her legs.
"Don't you like me?" she asked coyly. "Sure I do," he answered.
"Then why do you keep moving away when I push up against you?"
"You get me excited and someone might see," he said, pulling his hand from her tit after she had put it there.
"So they see! What's the big deal? Someone's always got a bulge at their crotch on this ship. If they didn't-then I'd worry."
"Well, maybe-but it's so light. Usually it's dark in the salon," he pointed out logically.
"Nobody's even looking at you, Curly. They've all got their own thing going."
Curly looked about the salon and as Cindy said, everyone had their own thing going. He relaxed and allowed the fourteen-year-old to push her pussy against his hard prick while his hand slid to her breast, his fingers kneading the firm flesh.
To one side, Joyce Madison, Cindy's mother, stood with Ellen and Dawn, surreptitiously watching her daughter and Curly.
"How's Cindy doing?" Dawn asked, her back to the dance floor.
"How would the U.S. Navy do against the Peruvian Navy?" Joyce asked, returning a silly question in answer to what she believed to be a silly question to begin with. "Curly's got a raging hard-on."
"Then he's ready?" Ellen asked.
"If he isn't-he's never going to be ready," Joyce replied.
"Alright, Dawn-let's tell the girls that it's all systems go on Operation Curly," Ellen said to Dawn.
They separated and sought out Lynn, Paula, Pam and Corny, whispering in each girl's ear that the light was green. One by one the girls disappeared from the salon.
Curly and Cindy still danced, their youthful bodies pressed tightly together. The young nymphet nibbled on his ear, doubling his pulse rate and making his swollen cock jerk spastically.
"Curly," she whispered in his ear, allowing her hot breath to sift over the cartileged ridges.
"Yes, Cindy-what is it?" he asked.
"You were the one who took my virginity and I want you to make love to me one more time before you're gone forever."
"I don't know, Cindy. The party's in my honor-maybe I'd better stay," he said, searching the room with his eyes.
"Don't you want to ball me?" she asked, pouting slightly.
"Of course I do."
"It's alright, silly. I'm the other going-away present that Donald told you about."
"You are?" he asked.
"Yes-I am. Let's go-I want to give you your present while you're still hard."
She took his hand and led him from the salon like a Judas goat leading a lamb to slaughter.
They went to her room and undressed in the dark at his request. By the time Cindy had stripped her clothes off, her eyes had become accustomed to the dim light cast through the porthole by the moon's reflection. She saw Curly, standing shyly by the bed, his four and a half inch, skinny cock rigidly out in front of him.
As she passed the window on her way to him, the soft rays of the moon silhouetted her and Curly's Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat at the tantalizing sight. She stood before him, her hand enclosing the throbbing meat at his crotch.
"Are you nervous, Curly?" she asked.
"A little."
"There's no need to be. You've had me before," she reminded him.
"I know," he replied. "But-but-but...."
Cindy, who was wise beyond her years in matters sexually, immediately surmised that Curly was nervous because he was on his own and would have to satisfy her without the coaching he had received the previous times. Each time he had indulged in sexual action, an older girl or woman had been in attendance to instruct him or lead the way. Now, he was unsure of himself because he was alone with someone younger than he and was afraid that he would become lost in a sexual quagmire, unable to remember the prescribed procedure that he had been taught.
Cindy recognized the symptoms and proceeded on her own. She dropped to her knees and put her mouth to his cock, her tongue laving lovingly over the pulsing flare of his glans while her fingers gently jostled his balls.
Low gasps of pleasure escaped Curly's lips as the precocious teenager sucked in the four and a half inch rod, her lips brushing against the brown pubes and her tongue stretching out to lap his scrotum.
"That feels good, Cindy," he moaned, his legs beginning to tremble from her oral attention.
She pulled her mouth from his and stood up, allowing her breasts to slid up his body as she did.
"Still nervous?" she asked, her hand encircling his penis.
"No," he answered, as he put his hands to her gorgeously full breasts and humped his cock into her fist.
"Would you like a glass of wine?' He nodded.
"Lie on the bed-I'll get it."
Curly, anxious to satisfy the lovely little girl, did as she suggested while she poured two glasses of burgundy and then returned to the bed, sitting on the edge.
As he sipped his wine, his back resting against the headboard, Cindy filled her mouth with the red fluid. With her mouth full, she leaned over Curly's erect penis and sucked it in. Moving her head up and down, she swished the wine over his phallus with the agitating action of a washing machine.
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm!" Curly crooned in ecstatic response to the searing tremors which leaped along the network of his nerves.
Little by little, the wine was swallowed until she only had a small amount left and that she forced into his urethra. When the ductile passage was filled, she moved her mouth to the tip of his cock, pursed her lips and sucked it out as though she were drinking a soda through a straw.
"Oooohhhh, God!" he moaned. "Oh, shit! Goddamn-it feels like you're pulling my balls out!"
Cindy, pleased with her innovation, sucked him dry and did it again. The second time was even more intense than the first and Curly was shaking like a leaf in a high wind. A third time was all his aching balls could take and she sucked his semen out along with the wine.
"God, Cindy-you made me come already!" he gasped, almost in awe of the young girl's sexual prowess.
She lifted her mouth from his embattled rod and said, softly, "That's only number one. By the time morning comes-we may have to put you on your plane on a stretcher."
"I don't think I'll be able to come again," he said, feeling as though all the energy his body possessed had been pulled out of the head of his cock.
"You will," she said, firmly.
She continued sucking his penis and to his utter amazement, she kept him hard. He put the glass of wine aside and wriggled into a prone position on his back while Cindy sucked voraciously.
As he lay back, his eyes closed and slowly humping his entrapped prick into Cindy's pursed mouth, he felt a movement on either side of him. A moment later, a warm mouth covered each of his small teats, sucking the nipples to tautness. In the hazy glow of the room, he recognized the flaming red hair--Lynn and Paula were attached to his nipples and sucking them greedily!
Curly drifted in a sexual euphoria, thrilling to the exquisite sensation of multiple attention. His belly jerked spastically as a fourth mouth covered his belly button and the tongue darted out to fuck the shallow pit. If one mouth was able to buffet his libido, four mouths walloped him with shattering force. The multiple attack didn't allow him the leisure of prolonged enjoyment.
He screamed in emotional anguish as his testes squirted forth another milky load into Cindy's avidly sucking maw. When she had vacuumed him dry, she pulled her mouth from his tool and he thought he would be allowed the luxury of rest, but he was mistaken.
"I'll take over," said the voice that left his belly button. He recognized the unique quality of the smoky tones-it was Pam.
He was turned to his side as Pam pulled his crying prick into her mouth. Lynn and Paula stayed with his nipples and Cindy moved behind him, her mouth going to his asshole.
As the red-haired Madison sisters kept up their relentless mouthing on his teats, Pam sucked furiously on his crying phallus, keeping it rigid while Cindy spread the muscular cheeks of his ass and forced her tongue into the rectal passage.
In the midst of the unceasing attack, Curly, for some unfathomable reason, wondered where Corny was. She alone was unaccounted for. When he saw a pink pussy, surrounded by coal black pubes nearing his mouth, he knew that Corny was no longer absent.
Eagerly, he buried his face in the scathing cunt-meat, hoping that orally participating in the love-feast would take his mind from the brutal four-ply assault being perpetrated on him. It was akin to a man biting a bullet when in pain.
Curly's ecstatic groans reverberated in Corny's twat as he attacked her erect clit with a vengeance. She, in turn, wriggled and gyrated rapturously and her wanton cries of pleasure replaced his pitiable wails.
Although he concentrated on Corny's convulsing love-bug, he couldn't shut out the shattering impulses which the other girls were delivering to the erotic areas of his body.
His chest ached from Lynn's and Paula's ferocious suctioning. His asshole quivered uncontrollably as Cindy rapidly tongue-fucked it-and his cock was swelling to the bursting point from Pam's savage mauling. He had already come twice in rapid succession and now the cannibalistic females were Coaxing another load from his beleaguered balls.
He screeofted in exquisite agony when they succeeded, his pathetic cry vibrating against Corny's clit and making it oscillate like a tuning fork. She let loose her lubricious flow a split second after Curly gushed his salty seed into Pam's greedily siphoning mouth.
When he had lapped in the honey of Corny's orgasm, he pushed her aside. Then, he pulled the tit-sucking girls off his mammaries, jerked his cock from Pam's mouth and humped his hips forward, making Cindy's tongue leave his asshole with a pop.
"Let me rest a few minutes-PLEASE!" he pleaded, his chest heaving heavily.
Three times his testicles had been called on to give up its precious fluid and three times they had gallantly answered the erogenous call; now they throbbed with a dull ache and needed time to recuperate. He lay on his back, spread-eagled, every muscle in his body quivering and jerking convulsively. He tried to blank his mind, to relax, to allow his fevered body to regain some of its stolen strength, but it was a luxury to be denied.
The impassioned nymphs swarmed over him like buzzards on a carcass. Their tongues and mouths laved over his body, nipping and sucking his flesh from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head and his psyche raced along a two-way path, shrieking for respite on the one and wailing ecstatically on the other.
Curly was being ripped emotionally apart in the bitter-sweet struggle of libido versus reason. It was the age old emotional war of the agony and the ecstasy-and slowly, irrevocably, the ecstasy was overcoming the agony.
His small penis started to wilt but their definitive attention forced the blood to return and pump it back to steeliness.
Their sexual procedure had been prearranged so there was no argument who would be the next to get his reactivated prick. Lynn squatted over him and grabbed his turgid meat, aiming it for the heart of her lowering slot while Pam and Corny took over on his teats and Paula sat on his face, her steaming pussy-lips enveloping his mouth.
With Paula astride his face, he was unable to see, but his senses were acute, almost as though his nerve endings were rubbed raw. Cindy, lying beside him, took his hand and put it to her fiery cunt while Lynn sucked his stiff shaft into the hot depths of her snapping pussy.
As Lynn gyrated and writhed on his impaling hunk of rigid meat, he sucked and bit and gnashed Paula's blood-filled nubbin while his fingers dove right for Cindy's anguished clit and thrashed it viciously. He still had one free hand and that he used to savagely maul Pam's free-swinging tit while she and Corny cannibalized his titties.
The teenage orgy would have done justice to the depraved societies of Sodom and Gomorrah. The six youthful bodies tested the strength of the bed as they squirmed and flailed with frenzied abandon. To add to each other's erotic pleasure, Lynn, as she rode her wailing clit over Curly's dick, put her hand in Pam's cunt, squeezing and tweaking the blood-engorged nub, while Cindy, who was being finger-fucked by Curly, performed the same act on her sister.
All holes were filled, either by cock, tongue or fingers and the room became pervaded with the caterwauling of impassioned youth. The bed took on the appearance of a human snake pit, their inflamed bodies lurching and undulating from the wanton, salacious, libidinous impulses which engulfed them.
Lynn, who utilized Curly's imbedded prick to its fullest, was the first to experience the exquisite pleasure of orgiastic release and heralded the impending explosion with an ululating howl. Her violent eruption triggered a cataclysmic series of orgasms; first in Curly, whose pitiable balls released a milky geyser for the fourth time and then in rapid succession, Paula, Corny, Pam and Cindy.
Curly feasted on Paula's creamy river as Lynn slipped off his cock and Pam left his tit to drain the remaining cum from his dying meat. The twins quickly put their mouths to each other's crotch and sucked the seeping juice which filled their love-slots.
Momentarily, at least, the girls were contented to relax and savor the afterglow of their orgasms, allowing Curly the same luxury. He took advantage of the sexual lull and dozed off, fitfully dreaming of being surrounded by huge cunts which were about to devour him.
The respite was short-lived. He was awakened from his nap by a soft mouth on his cock and a succulent tit in his mouth. He didn't know who was where and he didn't care, everything had become one mass of jumbled tits, asses and cunts!
The sun was coming up before he was allowed to finally go to sleep after having serviced them all, orally and phallically.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was just before noon when the S.S. Family Circle rounded the point and sailed into Callao Bay. The ship passed the island of San Lorenzo which sheltered the harbor, one of the safest and most spacious in South America. The men leaned against the railing looking at the cargo-handling facilities which included sufficient wharves for the berthing of more than ten ships simultaneously and steam cranes, modern warehouses and cold-storage plants.
Captain Hudson, who stood among them, informed them that more than two thousand ships were cleared through the port annually. The facts seemed to fascinate the men, but the women were conspicuous by their absence.
The young girls had managed to crawl out of bed by the time that Captain Hudson was barking orders to the crew as the vessel glided into its assigned slip. Curly was the only one aboard who remained in bed and he snored blissfully on, unaware that they had safely docked in the port of Callao.
If Pam hadn't wakened him, he would have slept through the day and quite possibly through the night. As he packed, he felt as though his scrotum had been put through a wringer and every muscle in his body ached. If he never came in contact with another pussy as long as he lived, it would be too soon for him.
The memory of his last night aboard the S.S. Family Circle would be indelibly etched in his mind and libido as long as he breathed and he felt sure that any other sexual experience he had in the future would be a disappointment.
They had radioed ahead to Hertz Callao and five cars waited on the dock for their use. After loading the bags they would need for their stay in Lima, which was eight miles east of Callao and had a population of close to a million and a half compared to Callao's one hundred thousand and so, consequently seemed to offer more in the way of excitement, they drove in a caravan to the airport.
After making the kissing rounds, Curly boarded his plane, still weak from his frantic endeavors of the night before and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the back of his seat.
The motorcade proceeded into Callao on its way to Lima. Each car was stocked with literature on the city's history and they learned that it was founded by the Spanish in 1537 and subsequently became one of the busiest ports on the west coast of South America. In 1746, the town was destroyed by an earthquake and tidal wave with the loss of 6000 lives.
When the car, driven by Richard Carlyle and carrying his wife and Donald and Dawn, passed the large sign designating the spot as the center of town, Donald was struck with an idea.
"How many miles did it take for you to come when you drove this road the last time you were here?" Donald asked.
"Eight point two miles," Richard answered.
"Darling," Donald said, addressing Dawn, "Dick got a blow job while he was driving this road and it took the senorita eight point two miles to make him come. Do you think you can beat that?"
"If I can't-I haven't got the fastest mouth in the west," Dawn answered with assurance.
"Care to make a little wager on the outcome?' Donald asked Richard. "Sure. What's the stake?"
"Our wives. If I win-I have Joyce and Dawn tonight. If I lose-you have them tonight."
The terms were agreeable with all and Richard made a U-turn, followed by the other cars. At the signpost, Richard stopped.
"Okay. Now, you have to go at the same rate of speed you did last time," Donald said, stipulating his only terms.
"I'll hold it steady at thirty-five. Are you ready?" Richard asked.
Dawn unzipped Donald's pants and pulled out his flaccid prick. "Am I allowed to get him hard first-or must I start from scratch?"
"From scratch."
"Alright-go."
Richard put the car into gear and started out, quickly gunning the car to the maximum speed of thirty-five miles an hour. Donald scooted down in the back seat and spread his legs as Dawn swooped down and engulfed his limp prick with her luscious lips. Only five tenths of a mile had passed and Donald's rod was standing upright, with Dawn sliding up and down on the first five inches while her hand jerked furiously on the remaining four that her mouth couldn't handle.
They missed the beauty of the surrounding countryside and the breath-taking stateliness of the towering snow-covered Andes range in the background.
Half the distance between the cities was covered and Donald could feel the seed in his scrotum beginning to boil, portenting its imminent exit. He humped and slowly gyrated his hips to help his suctioning wife bring about the bet-winning orgasm.
"Six miles," Joyce informed them.
Dawn increased the pressure of her lips and dragged her teeth lightly over his loose skin while her tongue waggled back and forth along the sensitive under-belly of his thick phallus. Her hand wrapped firmly around the base and agitated furiously.
"Almost, baby-almost!" Donald wheezed, his ass bucking wildly.
"Six and a half," Joyce called out.
It was going to be close, but Donald knew he was going to win. He had faith in Dawn's oral prowess and in his potency.
Joyce, watching the frenetic scene, became impassioned herself and pulled Richard's short, thick cock out, stroking it wantonly as she fingered in her fiery slot, pummeling her distraught clit.
"Seven miles," she said, her breath uneven.
"Get it, honey get it!" Donald urged. The salty cum was banging on the door, begging for release and Donald knew that a moment or two more would undo the lock.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he hissed, humping his hips frantically trying to spring the lock free. And then it happened! In a burst of roman candles, the semen rushed from its confinement and raced along the narrow passage of his urethra to the opening at the tip of her jerking prick.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he shouted excitedly as Dawn swallowed the gushing juice and milked it up to capture every opaque bead.
"What's the mileage?" he asked, panting for breath.
"Seven point four miles," Joyce answered and then engulfed Richard's cock, now that she didn't have to keep an eye on the odometer.
Donald saw her dive down and called out, "Don't expend too much energy-you've got a big night ahead of you."
In the other cars, the occupants were more intrigued by the local history and read from the literature on Lima. They learned that the city was founded in 1535 by Francisco Pizzaro and called, initially, Cuidad de los Reyes (City of the Kings) and that his remains still lay in the cathedral he built in a glass coffin.
A few minutes later, they entered the large metropolis and were surprised to find the startling contrast of modern ferro-concrete buildings and old Spanish structures side by side.
Lima, too, had suffered great loss of lives and buildings in the earthquake of 1746. One twelfth of the inhabitants, at that time, were victims of the violent act of nature.
En route to the Lima Hilton, the glass and concrete monument to progress and big business, they passed the old world beauty of the Universidad de San Marcos, founded in 1551 and the Catholic University built a hundred years later. As they transversed the stone bridge which crossed the Rimac River, which flows through the city, the Lima Hilton loomed like a glistening monolith in the bright sun.
The service at the Hilton Hotel was instant. Within five minutes of their arrival, they were safely ensconced in their air-conditioned rooms, laying plans for the evenings entertainment.
Richard called his swap club contact and made arrangements for the following night. They were to visit the home of Senor and Senora Rafael Bellavista, in the suburb of La Punta.
The rest of the day was spent in a leisurely fashion. The twins and their parents went swimming along with the Madisons. The Stoddards and Crafts went on a shopping spree while Pam, her brother, Jack, Robert, Lynn and Paula drove around to see the sights.
Their first stop was the cathedral that housed Pizarro's remains. The cordoned-off glass coffin was mounted on a gold bier and the Spanish conquistador looked as though he were sleeping. They visited the universities and followed the tourist pamphlet's suggestions to visit the commemorative sites, each marked with appropriate plaques in Spanish, French and English.
It was becoming dusk and they still hadn't visited a quarter of the historical sites, so wearily, they headed back for the comfort and propinquity of the Hilton Hotel.
That evening, the entire entourage dined in the Titicaca room of the hotel and were regaled by the exotic foods indigenous to the Peruvian Indians who were direct descendants of the Incas. After dinner, two bands alternated for dancing pleasure. One leaned toward the Latin beat while the other, although natives of Lima, played American tunes.
At ten o'clock, the floor show began and while the show utilized the talents of Peruvians, the star of the revue was imported from the States. The star, a beautiful girl of twenty-two, had only minimal talent for singing and dancing, but she more than compensated for it with the magnificence of her scantily clad body.
She recognized Dawn immediately, as did most of the people present. Dawn Wells, as she was known professionally, had retired at the height of her career, an internationally famous sex goddess. So, when Carol Towers, singing-dancing star of the Lima Hilton revue was asked to join the table, she readily accepted.
As the evening wore on, Carol danced with all the men, including Jack and Robert. Each, in turn, held her close and let her feel the strength at his crotch and she didn't back away. On the contrary, she found pleasure in the varied sizes and complemented their overt passes by pressing the warmth of her soft pussy against the hardness of their thighs. Also, each in turn, suggested a tryst later in the evening and Carol candidly countered the proposals by saying that she was more than willing to be a party to a sexual interlude, but she needed time to decide with whom, for obviously she couldn't and wouldn't service them all in one evening. On succeeding nights, yes-each in his turn. That was the kind of girl she was. She didn't believe in orgies and didn't believe in hopping from man to man on the same night. She enjoyed spending the night with one man; making love to him, cuddling with him and sleeping with him and now her only problem was to decide on who would be the first.
Donald was eliminated from the decision by prior commitment. Dawn and Joyce would keep him well occupied. So the choice was narrowed down to four males, all extremely desirable. Two young and two approaching middle age.
As always, when a decision has to be made purely on animal attraction, an intangible chemistry enters into it and Jack seemed to make her tingle a little more than the others when she danced with him and felt his hot phallus pressing into her sensitive flesh.
The other men would have their turn, but Jack was chosen to lead the way. She asked him to dance, indicating her choice. The others were slightly disappointed but not bitter nor resentful for they knew their time would come and there was plenty of feminine pulchritude available.
As Carol and Jack danced, she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck and pressed her hot pussy against the bulge at his crotch. His hand slid to the side of her bulbous breast and his thumb pressured into the firm meat.
"Do you like to dance in the nude?" she asked, nibbling his ear.
"Is there really any other way?" he returned.
"I have a bottle of champagne in my refrigerator and groovy tapes."
"Wine-a beautiful woman and song-poets write about it and minstrels sing about it-and I have it. Take me to your room and seduce me."
After amenably saying their goodnights, they left the large showroom, Jack's arm about Carol's waist. Donald, sitting between Dawn and Joyce, put a hand on each firm thigh and whispered softly.
"I like the way my son thinks-shall we follow his lead?"
Both women reached for his crotch at the same time and then laughed.
"We think a-like," Dawn commented.
"We all think a-like-that's why we get along so well," Joyce added.
"I'll drink to that," Donald said, holding up his wine glass. The three of them sipped to the toast and then left.
The four remaining men weren't exactly left out of the sexual cold. They still had seven females at their disposal, each more delectable than the next and each adept and willing to indulge a man's lust.
* * *
Carol and Jack arrived at her suite of rooms, his cock straining for amorous action and her pussy anxious to supply the arena. Laughing happily, he carried her over the threshold and kicked the door shut without looking back.
Carol inserted a Sinatra tape in her portable machine and then got the bottle of champagne. She undid the gown-long zipper and tossed the satin garment onto a chair as Jack popped the cork and filled two shallow champagne glasses.
Jack sat on the eight foot long divan and Carol sat on the deep-piled shag rug, her face resting on his knee, clad only in a peek-a-boo bra and wispy bikini panties.
He looked down at the deep cleavage of her billowy tits and put his hand between the meaty crevice, his fingers following the curve of her breast.
"To nude dancing," Jack toasted.
They sipped their champagne.
Carol moved her hand to his crotch and squeezed the rigidity of his swollen prick. "To fucking," she toasted. They sipped their wine.
Jack put his glass on an end table and stood up. "Shall we dance?"
Carol put her glass next to his and also stood up. "You're not dressed properly," she noted as she reached behind and unhooked her bra. The lacy halter fell to the floor and Jack eyed the two most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Even his sister's, whose tits he always considered the epitome of mammalian perfection, paled compared to the splendiferous specimens in front of him.
He stood mesmerized as Carol shucked her panties and allowed the silken gold of her triangular pubes to complete the breath-taking picture.
"It takes two to tango," Carol said, smiling at his prurient involvement. His concerted attention to her voluptuous figure flattered her and stimulated her already aroused libido.
"Oh," he blurted out, snapping out of his salacious trance. His clothes flew in every direction and his throbbing prick got tangled in his shorts.
Carol laughed. "Let me," she offered. Jack cupped his hands over the creamy smoothness of her upright mounds while she disentangled his penis and slipped his shorts to the floor.
In the nude, they melded together and swayed to the accompaniment of Sinatra's, 'September of My Years' album, with Jack's nine-inch shaft w-edged into the snugness of her crotch. As they moved to the rhythm of the plaintive ballads, Jack's rigid cock rubbed against the heat of her labial slit, abrading the sensitive flesh and incensing her libido still further.
When he moved his mouth to the luscious berry at the apex of her full globe, they stopped dancing and she dug her fingers into the sandy brown hair below her face. His free hand clamped into the full cushion of her ass and he agitated his prick more forcefully against her pussy-lips while his lips and tongue cannibalized her tautened nipple.
"Oh, Jack, make love to me. Cover my body with your lips and tongue," she rhapsodized.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, lying her down gently. Then, beginning at her forehead, he laved and kissed over her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks and chin, all the while his fingers rolled and kneaded the twin delights on her chest.
"Good, good, good," she cooed, her body slowly wriggling in erotic response to his ministrations.
Slowly, teasingly, he ran his tongue along the length of her neck, across her shoulders and up the steep slope of her heaving breast until he sucked in her turgid nipple while his hand left the succulent mound and scraped lightly across her belly and into the lushness of her yellow feathers.
As he pressured and rubbed the pliancy of her flesh against the ungiving bone of her pelvis, he nibbled hungrily on her blood-filled blossom.
Carol moaned in a sing-song fashion as her hips swayed languidly from side to side, attesting to the effectiveness of Jack's tongue bath.
He knew that the beautiful creature could have almost any man she wanted and he was making sure she'd remember him-making sure that she would never look back on that night and shrug her shoulders and say, "Oh him-yeah, he was alright."
One hand stayed with her breast, massaging it urgently while the other hand dipped between her legs and pressured the seeping meat of her labia as his mouth traveled along the satiny highway of her belly and engulfed the luscious pit in the middle. His tongue darted out and fucked the dimpled darling while his deft fingers spread the petals of her sexual cornucopia and probed the hot meat of her vagina.
Jack was only just beginning on his intended around-the-world-trip and Carol was already writhing uncontrollably from the rampant tremors which lashed her psyche.
He laved over her lower abdomen and then missed her quivering pussy, circumventing the eager hole to nibble along her inner thigh.
"Go back! Go in my pussy!" she cried, her fingers tearing at his hair.
"I will, baby-I will," he assured her, but continued down her leg until he lapped between her toes.
Carol's legs shook like a wet dog getting rid of excess water. He turned her on her stomach as he began the long climb up her other leg, his teeth and tongue feasting on her soft, succulent flesh. When he approached the rise of her buttocks, he spread the firm cheeks and tongued his way through the deep chasm until he hit the bulls-eye of her ass.
Carol was squealing unceasingly and her ass shuddered convulsively as Jack used his thumbs to open the tight orifice and jabbed his tongue in.
"Oh, God-Oh, God! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" she shrieked, as though unable to believe that it could happen to her when he hadn't even sniffed at her pussy.
Smug in the knowledge that he was emotionally overwhelming the gorgeous girl, he reamed her ass savagely and succeeded in attaining his first plateau.
"I'm coming! I'm COMING!" she screamed and pushed her ass in the air. Jack satisfied her immediate need and shoved his tongue into her ass as far as he could, wiggling it rapidly back and forth until she settled down into the softness of the divan.
Before her aroused passion could retreat, he flipped her on her back and shoved his face into her crotch, his mouth and tongue lapping in the creamy residue of her orgasm.
Wailing in exquisite rapture, she hooked one leg over the back of the divan and put the other on the floor, allowing Jack complete access to her scathing cunt. He went directly for the fleshy nubbin at the apex of her vulva and clamped his lips on it, mashing the blood-engorged organ in a vise-like grip.
Carol hadn't quite retreated from her lofty perch and Jack's ferocious assault triggered another, more turbulent, orgasm. She arched her body and stiffened like a board as she screeched, "I'm coming again! I'M COMING AGAIN!!!"
Jack's mouth was ready for the lubricious flow and he feasted royally. His tongue and lips worked like suction pumps, vacuuming in the creamy elixir while Carol moaned hysterically, caught up in a maelstrom of seething emotion.
When she finally eased back to the support of the divan, he stayed in her fiery cunt-meat, making sure that she didn't subside into emotional complacency for he still had the coup de grace to deliver. Once he impaled her on his massive nine-inch cock, she would throw rocks on all others.
He moved up and covered her body with his, his phallus poking hotly between her still widely-spread legs and his mouth mashing on hers. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her teeth and invaded her mouth to duel erotically with her tongue.
Squeals of delight escaped her lips as she humped her ass, rubbing the puffy ridges of her labia against the solidity of his swollen muscle.
"Put it in, baby put it in!" he said, the urgency of his words stabbing into her brain like white-hot knives.
She snaked her legs up his body and lay them over his shoulders as she grabbed his throbbing prick and guided it to the sodden slot of her cock-starved pussy.
He rammed it home-all nine-inches of meaty extension encased itself in the scalding flesh and his fully-laden balls slapped wetly against her ass.
Again and again, he rammed his gigantic cock into her, each time his bulbous cap poking into the narrow neck of her cervix.
Her nerve endings were frayed raw, attuned to every minute nuance of his plunging tool and she began to climax with each forward lunge.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, noooooo!" she wailed over and over, almost unable to cope with the seething volcano in her guts and the constant flow of boiling lava in her cunt.
Four short, rapid jerks and Jack reached the top of the erogenous mountain. He dug his fingers into her thighs and buried his prick to the hilt as he gushed copious wads of hot semen into her convulsing twat.
She climaxed with him-the ultimate in climaxes and it caused her nerves to snap. She lost consciousness as Jack still spasmed his milky seed in her inert flesh.
He pulled his dying tool from her pussy and lay beside her, his mouth surrounding the delicate pink of her nipple and areola. He fell asleep that way.
CHAPTER NINE
It was past noon when the phone in Donald's suite rang. The insistent raucous sound finally roused him out of his deep sleep. With his eyes still closed, he reached over Dawn's nude body and snapped the receiver from its cradle. His hands were functioning even less than his brain and the instrument slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. As Donald struggled over Dawn's prostrate body, he heard a man's voice on the phone, calling, "Hello-hello-hello."
With the upper half of his body hanging over the bed, Donald finally retrieved the elusive contraption.
"Hello," he said, sleepily.
"Rise and shine, buddy-it's past twelve," the voice said cheerfully.
Donald recognized the caller's voice. "Oh, hi, Richard. What time is it?"
"Twelve-thirty-five. And you won Joyce for last night only-do you suppose I could have my wife back?"
Donald smiled, thinking about the exciting time he had sandwiched between Dawn and Joyce all night. They had run the sexual gamut; he had performed cunnilingus on both of them and they had both reciprocated by practicing fellatio on him, he had fucked them both and also fucked Joyce in the ass while she and Dawn were engaged in mutual oral intercourse. And they had fallen asleep with his cock in Joyce's ass and his mouth attached to Dawn's juicy cunt.
"It breaks my heart to give her up-but we'll be down in about forty-five minutes. Where are you now?"
"In my suite-just getting ready to go to breakfast," Richard answered.
Donald was starting to come out of his stupor and the girls began to stir.
"Then you must have just gotten up, too."
"Why, hell-I've been up for thirty minutes."
Donald laughed. "You prick! You were starting to make me feel guilty for hanging you up. Who'd you spend the night with?"
"My daughters," Richard answered weakly.
"I'm surprised you're even alive," Donald said in mock surprise. He remembered the nights he spent with the fourteen-year-old twin barracudas and recalled it took him the better part of two days to recuperate from the experience.
"Are they with you now? And they're letting you go to breakfast?"
"To tell the truth-Corny's having her breakfast right now," Richard said.
Donald laughed again. "Good luck! See you at breakfast in about forty-five minutes. 'Bye."
He replaced the phone in the cradle and sat up, his back resting against the headboard. He threw the covers off and looked at the warm bodies on either side of him. Each of his hands covered a firm breast and squeezed the pliant flesh.
Dawn's eyes flickered open and she sighed softly in response to his loving touch.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"Richard. We have to meet him in the restaurant in forty-five minutes-so you two had better get your beautiful asses out of bed."
"Alright, darling," she said, stretching luxuriously. She leaned over and kissed his limp prick.
"Good morning, cock," she cooed. Joyce did the same.
"Why don't you two use the shower first?"
Donald suggested.
"Why don't the three of us shower together?" Joyce said, sitting up.
"Good thinking, Joyce," Dawn enthused.
"On one condition," Donald said apprehensively. "No fucking around. We've only got forty-five minutes to meet Richard and the twins."
They agreed, reluctantly-but they did agree, and then, "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!" It was Dawn who issued the challenge and she hopped out of the bed as soon as the word, egg, was out of her mouth.
Tits, asses and a lone cock bounced wildly as the three of them made a mad dash for the bathroom.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later, exactly, they joined Richard and his twin daughters at the breakfast table. The Madisons; Lester, Christine, Lynn and Paula had already finished eating, but lingered over coffee as the others began their meal. The others straggled in until the entire entourage was there with the exception of Jack and, of course, Carol.
"Jack must have really had himself a time," Richard noted, looking at his watch.
"You don't suppose they're still going at it?" Ellen asked, worried about her son's health.
"Not even Jack has that much stamina-even if he does take after me," Donald said with the proper amount of pride.
"I'm going to call," Ellen said. She got up from the table and treaded her way to the house phone. A few moments later, she returned.
"There wasn't any answer-in either room," she informed them, a trace of apprehension appearing on her face.
"Stop worrying, Ellen," Donald, her ex-husband said. "Jack's a big boy now-and I don't think Carol presents any danger."
"The hell she don't!" Lester said, whistling low. "Look at her."
All heads turned to see Carol and Jack, arm in arm, approaching the table. Carol looked absolutely ravishing in her brief bikini and terry cloth cape. Every male at the table felt his cock stir hungrily as they watched her sway across the room.
They joined the happy group and ordered a mammoth meal to replenish the energy they had spent in the previous night's encounter.
After dinner, they splintered into groups. The twins and their parents, along with Lester and Christine Madison and Carol and Jack went to the pool. Pam, Lynn, Paula and Robert were joined by Ellen, Martin, Donald and Dawn on their sight-seeing junket.
They picked up from where they had left off the previous day, visiting statues, fountains, churches and the Lima Gallery of Modern Art. In mid-afternoon they stopped for drinks at a picturesque sidewalk cafe. After the drinks, they decided that they had had enough of the tourist bit and headed back for the plush atmosphere of the Hilton hotel.
At a summit meeting around the pool, the young folks were invited to the swap party that evening, but they declined the invitation, preferring to take in the varied nightlife which Lima offered.
Robert, of course, was thrilled with the arrangement. It meant that he would have Carol because the parents would all be at the party and Jack had had her the night before-and she had promised to spend a night with each of them.
It was eight o'clock when the older folks piled into two cars and headed for the suburb of La Punta and the Bellavista mansion. Richard led the way, having traveled the narrow road on his last visit to Lima.
Fifteen minutes later, Richard turned into a gravel road which led into a wide, tiled circular driveway -lined by tall, stately trees. Parked around the circumference were Rolls Royces, Maseratis, Mercedes-Benz's and one immaculate, old Daimler.
It was obvious that the members of this particular swap chapter were people of great affluence.
The mansion, unlike the usual South American home, was Old English in design and rambled over almost an acre of land. The surrounding acreage was covered by beautifully manicured lawns and abounded in multi-colored flowers.
They were met at the door by Senor Bellavista, a distinguished gentleman in his early fifties, who, they later learned, was governor of the province. His wife was a delightfully charming woman of thirty-five who had Incan blood running through her veins.
The stereo system carried music with a distinctive Latin beat. They crossed the marble of the foyer and were shown into a large hall which featured an enormous fireplace. The twenty by forty, hand-woven rug was of an erotic design, featuring sexual positions which could only be pictured, but never physically attained. The massive furniture was leather covered and the solid oak tables were loaded with tempting hors d'oeuvres'. Champagne poured from an ice statue in an unending flow.
In the course of the stimulating evening, they met a ship owner, two lawyers, a textile manufacturer, a judge and other extremely wealthy business men.
Dawn, as anticipated, was the center of attraction. Almost every man at the party had, at one time or another, vicariously gone to bed with her as he watched her on film.
At eleven o'clock, when the champagne had removed any inhibitions which might possibly have been brought into the home, Senor Bellavista called for his friends' attention.
He spoke in English in deference to his North American visitors and it made no difference, for all those present spoke the language fluently.
"Friends, most of you know how we conduct our research into the behavioral patterns of the species, homo sapiens-but our procedure might differ from those in the United States. So, for the benefit of our American friends, I will explain."
"Fernando!" a dark-eyed Latin of perhaps thirty called out. "Is it permissible to cheat so I may have Senora Dawn Wells?"
The assemblage laughed; Dawn and Donald joined in the laughter. Dawn, because she was flattered and Donald, because he was proud that she belonged to him.
"If there is any cheating-I will arrange it in my favor," Bellavista countered.
Again they laughed.
"Friends," Senor Bellavista began again, "you see two silver bowls. One contains the names of the men and the other, the names of the women. Each one is in an envelope on a gold-embossed card should you wish to keep it as a souvenir. Obviously, only one of the sexes can have the privilege of picking and that will be decided by Miss Dawn Wells. Beneath one of the upturned cups in front of the bowls is a black marble. You, Dawn, will choose the cup. The one covering the marble will pick the names from the bowl. So, you are picking for your sex. But first, let me explain one more rule-the one who does the picking also decides the method of enjoyment. If it is all clear-please, Dawn, make your choice."
Dawn stepped up to the table, hesitated a moment and then opted for the one of the left. She picked it up to learn that she had made the wrong choice and the men would pick from the bowl.
One by one, the men dipped into the silver bowl and selected an envelope. When the drawing was over, they were permitted to open the envelope and learn who their mate would be. If anyone picked his own wife, those involved would negotiate a swap individually.
Senor Bellavista approached Dawn with a grin on his face. "It seems, Dawn, that I am most fortunate to have drawn your name. I'm sorry that you are not quite as fortunate to have a younger man."
"I have always found that the longer wine ages, the more potent the bouquet," she said, smiling and took his arm.
He bowed appreciatively. "You are gracious as well as beautiful. Gracias." He led her from the room.
Ellen had been selected by the dark-eyed Latin who wanted to cheat and they were both more than satisfied. She learned his name was Raul and the scion of a gold mining family.
Christine, by coincidence, became a middle-aged doctor's partner and when he learned that her husband, Lester, was also a doctor, he suggested she compare their bedside manner.
Joyce was picked by a rancher, whose rugged body rippled beneath his colorful clothes.
Donald got the rancher's wife, a full blown woman of the frontier, who appeared able to crush him between her legs.
Lester selected a young girl who had been married for only five months and had been introduced into the club by her in-laws with the eager consent of her husband.
Martin got a pure Incan, a dazzling beauty with high cheekbones and dancing black eyes.
Richard had to be content with a matronly woman who had borne seven children. He shrugged his shoulders and silently cursed the luck of the draw, wishing he had stayed at the hotel and tried to beat out his son for Carol.
Five minutes after the envelopes were opened, the great hall was empty, each set of partners hastily retiring to their assigned room. Richard, as might be imagined, malingered as long as he could and then reluctantly followed his buxom partner to their love nest.
After snapping on the lights in his bedroom, Senor Bellavista turned the dimmer switch until the large bedroom was illuminated by a hazy glow.
He leaned against the door and watched as Dawn stripped to her skin. He kissed his finger tips and tossed the kiss to the winds.
"Magnificent-incomparable! A dream come true. Many times I have seen you on the screen and dreamed of being with you and now that it has happened-" his voice trailed off and his chin dropped to his chest.
Dawn walked to him and pressed her body into his. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Alas-it has happened a year too late."
"What do you mean?" she asked, rubbing her leg against his crotch. She was surprised to find that there was no bulge, not even the slightest hint of one. Usually, a man was rock-hard by the time she was in the nude.
"That," he answered, referring to his lack of response, "a year ago I had an illness which left me impotent."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said sincerely. She put her lips to his and kissed him warmly.
"I cannot enjoy sex as you do-but I can enjoy giving pleasure. It is almost as pleasurable to me if I can fulfill your desire as having an orgasm myself. Do you mind climaxing alone?"
"You made the choice-whatever you want to do is alright with me-Fernando."
"Gracias, gracias," he whispered gratefully and crushed her to him. Their lips met and Fernando, because of his inadequacy, refined the art of kissing. His full lips and educated tongue stimulated Dawn to a greater extent than the act of kissing had usually done. When he cupped her breast in his hand and his fingers delicately kneaded the firm flesh, exquisite tremors of excitement skittered down her spine and into her loins. She wriggled ecstatically when his mouth encircled her nipple and areola and his hands slid to the cheeks of her ass, pulling her pussy onto the hard meat of his thigh.
His mouth and hands seemed to emit electrical sparks as they touched and fondled her. She knew that she wouldn't have his cock, but she also knew that he had perfected the art of foreplay and that he would fully satisfy her without having to rely on his penis.
She wondered how great a lover he must have been before he lost the use of his masculinity as he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he lay her down gently. Her emotions soared and her pussy burned with lusting desire, anxious to learn how he would still the agony in her guts.
He stood at the foot of the bed, their eyes totally engaged as he slowly took off his clothes. When he removed his pants and shorts, Dawn saw that his genitals were encased in an athletic supporter. He left it on.
He knelt at the foot of the bed and kissed over her belly, his tongue darting out at intervals to tickle the sensitivity of her nerve endings. It was like static electricity every time the tip of his tongue came in contact with her burning flesh and her hips jerked fitfully in spastic response.
He raised his head and looked at her. "Excuse me a moment."
She watched him walk to the closet, her body aflame with burgeoning passion and saw him pull a suitcase out. He brought the bag to the bed and opened it on the floor where she couldn't see the contents.
"Now that I am unable to use what nature gave me and took away-I must rely on a bag of tricks," he said, trying to underplay the tragedy of his impotence.
"Do you mind?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I told you before, darling Fernando-I'm yours for tonight. I won't mind anything you do."
They kissed again and Dawn had an almost uncontrollable urge to put her hand to his crotch, thinking perhaps that she had the panacea for his unuseable prick. But she didn't, knowing that because of his sensitivity, the embarrassment would be unbearable.
When their lips parted, he laved down her body, stopping momentarily at her breasts, her belly button and her pubic area. The pressure of his fingers turned her sideways on the bed and she raised her legs so he might find her fiery pussy more accessible. He used the tip of his tingling tongue to trace the delicate line of her quivering labia, but all the while, his hands were busy doing something removed from the areas of her desire.
As his tongue pressured between the petals of her pussy, she felt something cool, like metal, lay against her hip and then she felt his fingers probing the tight opening of her asshole. He forced the sphincter muscle open and jabbed the tip of his finger in.
The deeper his tongue went into her eager cunt, the deeper his long, tapered finger went into her anal canal.
The dual insertion heightened her rapture and her body responded by shuddering frantically.
"Fernando, darling Fernando-get my clit! I'll come faster if you eat my clit!" she sobbed, her hips humping around, trying to direct her anguished node to his spark-tipped tongue.
Slowly, he laved along the meaty path of her vulva toward her sexual control button. As he neared the erect nodule, his finger popped out of her ass and a moment later, she felt a thick, cool rod being forced in. The hard shaft bore a full ten inches into her rectum before stopping. And just as Fernando's lips captured her clit, she heard the soft hum of an electric motor and felt the steely rod spin in her ass.
She realized that Fernando was using an electric drill to ream her ass, but she didn't care--the sensation it gave her was exquisite and that, combined with the savage assault of her stiff clit, was rapidly spiralling her toward nuclear explosion.
"Faster, faster, Fernando!" she pleaded as she tore at the bedclothes.
Fernando squeezed the trigger and the drill hummed to top speed while he demoniacally cannibalized her turgid clitoris.
The increased tandem effort was all that was needed to catapult Dawn through the sexual barrier and into the realm of earthly paradise.
"Yes, yes, yes, yesssss!" she howled as the cascading orgasm ripped through her guts and raged into her contorted pussy.
Fernando slowed the machine's revolutions to a lazy whirl as he lapped in the musky seepage while Dawn zigzagged through a murky maze, aware only of a brilliant glow ahead of her. She was swept along on air currents, a ball of emotion, disembodied and disencumbered, content to follow the ball of fire which raced in front of her.
When the fiery glow disintegrated and she returned to the tangible feel of the whirling rod, she moaned softly, "Make me come again, Fernando-it was wonderful. It was heaven!"
Fernando's eyes were glazed, as though he had gone through the emotional turmoil of an orgasm himself. And Dawn realized that he had, vicariously, through her. When she climaxed, he recalled the exquisite feeling and intellectually, sensually and emotionally, he felt what she was feeling.
He kissed her passionately, then drew away. "I will, my love. I will make you come again. As many times as you want," he promised. "Another way, this time."
"Yes, yes," she squealed. "I'm willing to try every trick you have in the bag."
He replaced the drill in the suitcase and brought out a smaller machine, one that appeared to be a miniature jackhammer-and it was! But instead of a concrete-chipping bit at the end, it had a hard rubber rod with pimples about its perimeter. He turned a switch and the machine hummed into motion, the rod pistoning back and forth.
"Ooooohhh, hurry, Fernando, hurry!" she urged, knowing where the contraption would be used. She whipped her legs apart and jammed a pillow under her ass, making sure that nothing would impede the desirous rod.
Fernando stopped the machine and placed the rod in the apex of her vulva so it rested on top of her erotic switchboard. His free hand enclosed the sponginess of one tit while his mouth sucked in the taut nipple of the other. As he roughly massaged the one and nibbled hungrily on the teat, he turned the knob and started the machine.
The initial impact of the rubbery rod abrading her clit was like a jolt of lightning and she squirmed frantically.
"Oh, God, oh, God!" she shrieked, overwhelmed by the sudden thrust at her psyche.
As Fernando increased the intensity of his attention to her tits, he also increased the oscillating speed of the shaft.
Dawn knew that her climax wouldn't be long in arriving, so acute were the sensations ravaging her body. She wriggled and writhed and gyrated and bucked and flailed and whipped her ass from side to side as her orgasm drew closer and closer.
Fernando increased the speed to its maximum and the rubbery-nippled-rod lashed and bumped over her tortured clit, forcing her orgasm to leave its nest.
"I'm coming! I'M COMING!" she screamed and arched her body like a rainbow.
He slackened the speed until she began to settle back to the bed and as soon as her ass touched, he increased the speed to maximum. A moment later, she screeched again that she was coming and again he allowed her a moment of untortured reverie before returning it to maximum.
Three more times she climaxed from the unfeeling machine's rasping attention and on the fourth, she yelled hysterically, "I'm coming again-I'M COMINNNGGG!" She arched up grotesquely and shuddered uncontrollably.
"No more-please, no more. I can't come again-I'LL DIE!"
She lapsed into unconsciousness. Fernando put the suitcase in he closet and then lay beside her, his face in the moist warmth of her neck.
"You are wonderful, querida," he whispered to her unhearing ear. "You have come more than any woman before you. If only I were a whole man. What a wonderful pair we would be."
He kissed her still taut nipples and then kissed her lips before falling asleep, his head resting on her chest.
CHAPTER TEN
Their week in Lima passed all too quickly and the motorcade to the S.S. Family Circle increased by five cars. Senor Bellavista and his wife, accompanied by others of the swap group went along to see them off. Carol was in a car with Jack, the only member of the inner circle who had the pleasure of her company for two nights.
It was a sad goodbye as the graceful yacht glided out of its slip and threaded its way through the busy harbor.
Each of the passengers held fond memories of Lima, made memorable by a short-lived acquaintance. Jack had Carol to remember. Dawn had Senor Bellavista indelibly etched in her subconscious. Ellen had found Raul, the heir to the mining fortune, to be the epitome of Latin lovers. And so it was down the line. Even the fourteen-year-old twins had found mates of their age who more than satisfied their insatiable appetite for sex.
They were still leaning against the railing watching the tiny figures on the dock as they passed the island of San Lorenzo and headed for open sea.
Slowly, they dispersed and made their way to their cabins, intending to rest up from their strenuous stopover in Lima.
Donald, following his usual routine, made his way to Captain Hudson's cabin to confer with the old gentlemen and to scan his charts, determining their next port of call.
He rapped lightly and the captain invited him in.
"Hello, Captain. Did you have a nice week?"
"Yes, sir. I visited with friends in Callao whom I haven't seen for fifteen years," the spry old seadog answered.
"And how was your week, sir?"
Donald shook his head. "Enervating. I never met so many people eager to hop into bed-other than the shipload we have."
The captain smiled knowingly, having sexually savored a good portion of the female complement. "And you're complaining?"
"Hell, no, I'm not complaining-I'm just tired!"
"Have you decided what our next port of call will be?" the captain asked.
"Not yet-I'd like to look at your charts."
Captain Hudson spread the charts on the desk and they both studied the colorful maps.
"It looks like the only port of any consequence before Valparaiso, is Antofagasta, in Chile. Know anything about it?"
"They mine iron, lead, manganese and borax there-I know, I've hauled it out of there in my time. I think they have a population of about seventy-five thousand."
"Sounds good enough. If there's nothing happening there, we can at least restore until we get to Valparaiso. Captain Hudson-head for Antofagasta."
The old man gave his two-finger salute. "Aye, aye, sir."
Donald headed for his cabin and the captain headed for the bridge.
"Helmsman, steer a course of twenty-five degrees south latitude by seventy-five degrees east longitude. And hold your speed at ten knots constant."
"Aye, aye, sir."
The captain lit his pipe and watched the harbor of Callao sink below the horizon.
