Cute little Sheila Burke, blonde and hot to trot, was a bride with a problem, for her husband Arthur didn't seem able to hack it in bed during their wedding night aboard the cruise-liner Faustina.
But it didn't take the suave, sophisticated Claudia Fortescue long to straighten out Arthur's problem, and something else as well, while unknown to her, her husband Henry was comforting Sheila in his own very special way.
But women can't keep secrets, and as the two couples became fast friends they moved into the world of regular swapping, with guys and girls eager to try out everything in the book, and some more stuff besides.
Fast swinging, hard loving, they soon found they needed more members for their little club in order to keep the action as hot as they liked, though Sheila and Claudia had long ago begun to liven things up a bit by some lesbo swinging which had their husbands' full approval and eager watching!
So into the club came the innocent little Tessie Darmfell, and her semi-puritan husband whose reservations lasted about two seconds after the feline Claudia got a hold of him, as well as Hilda and Jack Bromley, an older couple that had spent a lifetime of bed-hopping and knew every trick to the trade.
The natural result was a massive swap party in which nothing, including a bit of spanking, was left untried, but where little Sheila began to have doubts that only lasted until her own husband showed her what real action was!
CHAPTER ONE
"Honey, you'd better get that meat of yours inside of me right away, cause I'm leaking so much pussy juice that this old ship'll sink soon unless you stop me by making me bang!"
And it was true that she really was pretty wet. Henry Fortescue could feel the delicious fluid dribbling all over his prying, curious fingers. He could taste it, too, cause he thought that girl juice was something nicer than the best champagne, and every few seconds he would bring his fingers up to his mouth so that he could suck the salty stuff off them.
"Don't worry, honey," he said, "in a bit I'm going to give you a real pussy-wrenching, clit-busting bang, though I'm afraid that that'll put the old S.S. Faustina in even more danger, cause I promise you'll be so sopping wet down there by the time I'm done, that a guy trying to tongue you off-which is something else I have on the program-would be in real danger of drowning. If I'm willing to take the risk-and this tongue of mine is just aching to feel your soft girlflesh-it's cause I can't imagine a better way to go."
Sheila Burke tried to give a little giggle, but it could only come out as a sort of throttled gasp, as Henry's fingers gently brushed over the soft knot of her labia, then gave them a hard pinch that nearly sent her off in a pounding, spasmodic come right there. If it didn't, it was because Henry had been around, and knew damn well how to keep a burning, passionate twat on the tooth-grating edge of a come without somehow ever being pushed all the way over.
"Pity I'm not a sadist," Henry thought, "cause sometimes I think the fillies would prefer to have the daylights whipped out of them than to have to go through this suspense."
He knew what he was talking about, too. Like any good cocksman he could tell by the "feel" of the woman he was working on, by the way in which her body shivered whenever he touched her labia, from the wetness of her pussy, to just what state of tension he had wound her girl-spring, and just how much tighter he would have to wind it before it bust.
Certainly, as Sheila felt the honey sweet pangs in her dainty sopping little twat, as she felt the fingers circle maddeningly nearer and nearer her little clit, her luscious little come-trigger, she felt that anything had to be better than the torment to which this handsome, self-confident male was subjecting her.
Yet at the same time, the agony felt so blissful that she almost thought that she would like to have it go on forever, rather than be resolved in the female pelvis-hammering spasms which she knew from the tingling in her tits and slit could only be seconds away.
What made it all the worse, she thought, was the way in which Henry was sitting there on the berth seemingly cool as a cucumber. A lot of that had to be pose, she knew, for a glimpse at his rampant prick-a sort of iron banana with a big red head-showed that he was pretty damn worked up by the job he was doing on her tender body. Sheila could even see a drop of pre-come fluid glisten on the angry head, showing how furious the big tool was at having so long been denied the feel of warm cunt walls around it, the feel of a wet passionate twat, like it knew damn well Sheila had.
But for a guy like Henry, a task such as fucking the life out of a pretty girl like Sheila-particularly when the girl in question was an unsatisfied little bride who had never had a good bang-was ideally a long, drawn-out task. He was going to give her a triple wham-off: a finger-off, a tongue-off and a regular fuck. And so for the moment he was keeping his whanger in reserve.
"Ohhh," Sheila thought, "how I'd love to grab that thick dick in my hands and give it a big loving squeeze!"
The thought of making the rod go off, of feeling the powerful pulsating beats in her hand, of seeing the male spunk squirt out of the hose, of feeling it perhaps splatter on her hand, so that she could lick it off, nearly made her come, what with the insistent pawing that was going on in the nest between her legs.
Henry felt her teeter on the edge, and drew his hand away from the feverish girl-flesh for a second, to prolong the torturing foreplay.
"I know what you're thinking, honey," he said, as he saw how Sheila's China-blue eyes devoured his dork, "and don't worry, in a second you'll have it in that dainty little mouth of yours. And after that-"
He didn't have to go on. Sheila could imagine what heaven it would be to be able to squeeze the swollen manhood in a playfully threatening way with her pearly teeth, and as for the idea of swallowing it up in her moist womanness, that was too delicious to bear thinking about, unless she wanted to come right then and there.
Henry Fortescue believed that every good fuck should have a gradual build-up, and so up to now, he had somehow managed to keep his paws and his mouth off of Sheila's creamy tits with their swollen, aching little nubs. She had been massaging them, of course, but it isn't the same thing to give yourself a feel-up as it is to be felt up by a sexy member of the opposite sex.
Now, he bent forward and gave a soft, lingering kiss, not to the luscious, bulging nipples-that would have been hurrying things in his opinion-but to the glorious curved underside of the breast, right where the thing met the chest-wall. Then, he pushed his tongue out, making a slightly painful indentation in the heaving female flesh-for Henry correctly understood that for women, a bit of pain properly applied by a man is more than welcome-and heaving the breast up toward the head, rolling and mashing the heavenly soft thing.
"Darling, my nipples, my nipples! I want to feel your tongue on them, I want to see them glisten with your saliva! They hurt! Make them hurt more, darling!"
Henry smiled at this feminine outburst, and began to draws his tongue in wide circles all over her breast. Clearly, the hard pink love button was where the snakey organ would end up, but Sheila felt as if she couldn't possibly stand the wait.
And, meanwhile, the fingers were far from idle between her silky legs. Henry had the thumb stroking the pad of flesh between the clit and the slit, now, while two of his fingers were actually up the girl-hole itself, sliding around on the juice, feeling the warmth of the woman-flesh, the flesh of the most intimate part of a woman's body.
Using an old trick which he had picked up heaven knows where, he would gently-but not so gently as to keep there from being any pain-pushing the joints of the fingers against the cunt wall. The result was a sort of fantastic feeling that moved now here, now there, as Henry changed the spot which he chose to press.
At last, he figured, the moment had come. He would like to go on tormenting this lovely creature forever, and he correctly guessed that she wouldn't mind that either. But his own prick was screaming for attention, and it would be nice to get on to other things.
He slid his tongue around inside his mouth and thought how delicious it would be to have the soft girl-flesh press against it as it soon would be pressing against it.
Sheila was literally writhing around on the bed, a hot bitch wanting a come, all the artificial demureness stripped away, and the essential female in her-that which is somewhere to be found in every woman who has a cunt-aching for a come, such as he was about to give her. All of a sudden the circles on the creamy tit had closed on the glowing nipple, which he had sucked into his eager mouth.
His hand stopped fooling around with the tender area between the slit and the clit, but went right into the attack on the little passion-button. Waves of exquisite agony piled one on top of another as Henry tortured the lovely girl up to the top of the roller-coaster. His teeth bit gently into the pink nub, his glistening wet fingers gave a sharp tweak to the clit, the other fingers which were inside her tender body gave a particularly instant nudge to the cunt walls, and suddenly the bubble burst with a hard-driving COME! COME! COME! that sent powerful shudders coursing through Sheila's slight frame.
Henry could feel the quivers in his mouth as he sucked and pressed the nipple, could feel the other breast shake with the hand which he had cupped around it, and down between her legs, he could feel the tender girl-flesh press against the hand that had so long tormented and teased it, while the pelvis heaved and bucked.
"Ohhhhh! H-Henry, it ... it's fantastic! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
A smile spread over Henry's handsome features as he saw the consuming passion pass over the young woman lying below him on the berth, who was now a writhing mass of female sensuality and pleasure.
What he had said just a bit earlier about how wet he was going to make her had turned out to be a really accurate prophecy. Sheila was a good leaky broad-just the kind that he liked-and he could feel more than one drop trickling down the palm of his hand from the still shuddering little quim. As an experiment, he gave a little nudge to the warm flesh, and could feel it recoil from his touch, so tender had he made it with his skilful manipulation.
"Henry, that was sheer heaven," Sheila's voice said dreamily. "If only Arthur was able to do that to me...."
Henry realized that though he might prefer to pause a second, to savor the next course in the banquet of love which he and Sheila were sharing, he had to press on at once.
The poor kid was new to the adultery line, and was pretty broken up about the apparent failure of her brand new marriage. It was because of that that he had been able to get her in the first place-the old consoling bit.
But if she stopped to think that on the third night of her marriage she had been fingered off by a virtual stranger, and a married man at that, she'd probably get so depressed that she'd refuse to let him do anything else with her. And there were still plenty of things which he had in mind for that slender, graceful body, most of them featuring his agile tongue or his turgid prick.
Furthermore, Henry, for all his willingness to get it on the side and to cheat on his wife Claudia, was a pretty decent sort, and didn't want to leave this delectable little piece any unhappier than he had found her.
The program he had in mind for the next few minutes was designed to provide her with so much action in her wet little box that she wouldn't have time to think about how unhappy she was, and afterwards would be too fucking tired to care.
And if she was good and fucked for tonight, she might not notice so much that her husband wasn't giving her anything, or might care less about the fact. It would be only a very temporary measure, but Henry was a man who lived pretty much for the moment anyway.
What an ass that Arthur was, getting all nervous and turning impotent on his wedding night. Actually, ass was a bit strong. Henry knew that Arthur was a pretty nice guy.
He and Claudia had been seated with them at the same table in the dining saloon, and a friendship was starting to develop on all sides. And as far as Henry could see, there shouldn't really be anything wrong with Arthur in the manhood department.
He looked like the kind of guy who got around, and indeed Sheila had told Henry that he had had quite a reputation before they had married, though she had wanted to stay a virgin for him, and funnily enough, that was what he had wanted her to do too.
"There should be a fucking law against a couple holding it back until the wedding night," Henry thought in exasperation. Sheila really was a fine kid, and to have a millstone like this hung around her neck was really unfair.
In fact, she had really begun to doubt her own sweet femininity, ever since that embarrassing night the Faustina sailed. Imagine, a bundle like Sheila, who with her dainty cotton dresses utterly symbolised by his own super-sensual, slightly decadent, totally animal and totally female (for the two terms are almost synonymous) wife Claudia-a bundle like her having doubts about herself, when in fact she had perhaps the cutest, most touchable labia he had ever laid eyes or hands on.
"I was right the first time. Arthur is an ass," Henry said to himself as he reached out and gently stroked one of Sheila's soft cheeks with the fingers of the hand which had been occupied with her breast and was thus still dry.
"Don't worry, honey, things'll still work out, just you wait and see." (He had seen from the expression on her face that he had better make some reference to her moral dilemma if he didn't want to be chalked down as a callous bastard-which, in fact, for all his cynicism, he really wasn't.)
"I hope so," she said, half sobbing, even as his hand got back into action around the weltering wet mass of her pussy in order to take her mind off her troubles. "But what about Claudia? I feel as bad about that as about...."
He didn't give her a chance to finish, but gently pressed his lips against hers, and then softly slid his hungry tongue between her teeth.
Women are such totally sexual creatures, as Henry realized, that even their strongest regrets arc no match to the feeling they get in their cunts when a man is skillfully "playing" them.
"What's it like, Claudia?" he had once asked his wife. "What's it like for a woman when a man starts in on her?"
"That, darling," she had answered in her feline way, "is something no mere man will ever be able to understand. The sense of passivity, of being beautiful and being sexual, the heavenly contraction in the cunt, the tingling of the clit as it goes button hard, these are pleasures which are reserved exclusively for us woman."
And so it was with little Sheila. One moment, she had been filled with all sorts of unpleasant feelings of guilt. Another second, as Henry had realized, and there might even have been talk of going back to her cabin.
Now, as his tongue snaked into her luscious little rosebud of a mouth, those thoughts were all slipping away. All she could think of now was the way in which her soft tits were rising and swelling, the way in which on them the once petal-like pink nipples were becoming hard little pleasure nubs.
Even though he had not yet had a come himself, Henry was a man who enjoyed waiting. This one was to be a sixty-nine, but first a good, lingering French kiss to get the filly all properly cranked up for the race.
Not that she needed much cranking, though. Henry had noticed before that often the most virginal chicks-not just the ones that tried to look virginal, for he had seen ones like that in high-class whorehouses where rich old men could pay a 300% supplement and get a "bride-scene"-but really genuine virginal types like Sheila, who was, indeed, still technically a virgin-were every bit as animal and sensual once the man got down to business as were decadent babes like Claudia, who didn't care who knew that there was almost nothing that they liked better than some good stiff prick, whether in their hands, between their breasts (a variation which Claudia had taught him) in their mouths, their well-scrubbed little assholes, or their hot eager cunts.
Already, as he filled his hands with Sheila's soft tits, gently rubbing away at the nipples, Sheila was starting to writhe around under him, and to entwine her long, silky, perfect legs around his own hairy stems, while her sharp fingernails clawed painfully into his back.
"Man, man," he thought, "if that fool Arthur ever manages to get that prick of his straightened out and hardened up, he's going to find that he has quite a little piece of property on his hands."
One of his hands had already reached down between their bodies to the soft mossy "V", which was covered with just the right amount of blond down. The clit was still there of course, as hard as he remembered it from a few minutes back, and those wonderful labia, which offered just enough crinkly flesh to get hold of without being too prominent as they were in some women he had known. Gently, he worked them apart, using his thumb and forefinger.
Meanwhile, his tongue had found out that though Sheila might still be a virgin, she had either done a lot of good old kissing in her time, or she had terrific natural aptitude.
There was something so soft and gentle about her tongue, so dainty, despite the fact that it was covered with saliva, as it pushed into his mouth and started to dart into every possible cranny, at one point running over his teeth like a hand runs rapidly down a piano keyboard.
Of course, his own tongue was far from being inactive, and the two organs writhed and twisted against one another in the same way that their bodies did on the berth.
Henry's prick, which quite literally ached from the fact that it had been kept so long unsatisfied, was even more massive than ever. And while during the finger-off, he had remained seated next to her reclining body-something he liked to do with women because it gave him a nice feeling of superiority-with the prick merely in sight of her hungry eyes, now she could feel it pressing eagerly against her smooth belly, a hard male rod, with a pair of tight, tight balls loaded with spunk to shoot into the inner feminine recesses of her body.
Every time his tongue did something particularly nice to her mouth, her body quivered under the prick, and this made the prick give a little extra hard twinge in return. And this twinge, this feeling of the readiness of the huge whanger, gave her another shudder, which again stimulated the rampant cock.
And so it went with belly and cock mutually stimulating each other until each person was almost ready to come before they had even half way gotten started on one another, before their eager tongues had even gotten close to each other's genitals!
Henry, as has been said, knew that girls like a bit of pain if it's properly applied, and he was glad to oblige. His hands were now really mashing the tender breasts, shoving them every which way in their soft, silky skin, tweaking nipples that ached from desire to be touched until they really had something else to ache about!
Even the way in which Henry pressed his lips against Sheila's petal-like lips was based on the same principle: that nothing turns a girl on like a little bit of loving hurting!
Henry realized, though, that if this were to be a sixty-nine, he'd better stop fooling around. His meat was about to fire its load just because of the pressure of Sheila's soft belly, and her passion had gotten sufficiently out of control so that although he had warned her that he could manage two shots in succession, and one should be for the sixty-nine and the other for the real fuck, his eager, lovely hands were worming their way in between their bodies so that she could get at the trembling meat, which she longed to feel wham off, even if only in her hands.
And Henry knew damn well that once he felt that silky touch around his manhood, he would be spewing to beat the band!
With a gasp, he pulled his mouth free from Sheila's, as if he were coming up for air. Then, as she closed her eyes and sighed, he began working his body down lower and lower on her, kissing her on the way and sliding out backwards, so to speak, between her legs.
First his lips caressed her soft throat, then her breasts, first one and then the other, with gentle kisses on the glowing nipples that caused Sheila to shudder (Henry wasn't terribly worried about setting her off, because his "feel" told him that she was multi-orgasmic, if ever a woman was), and finally on down the smooth belly, where lately his agonized prick had begged tremblingly for the still delayed pleasure.
He stuck his tongue playfully in Sheila's navel and wondered vaguely why lovers didn't make a bigger thing out of the belly-button. It seemed cute enough and (to judge from the little shiver that had run through Sheila's body) sensitive enough, but of course, he now had Sheila so damn overstrung that he was sure he could send a shiver through her just by squeezing her fingers.
Now he was down where it counted. Now his tongue was lapping the edge of the moss, where it rather suddenly began pushing from Sheila's creamy skin.
He slid his tongue hungrily between the front cleft, pressing the edge of it up against the body as if he wanted to slice it open in his passion. The tip had now fetched up against the clit, and against the folds of labia which (as he remembered from when he was fingering Sheila and she was all spread for his inspection like a side of meat) covered it to a surprising degree, although they were not themselves particularly oversized.
Now that was a shudder, he thought, as he pressed the tip against the love button. In fact, it was such a shudder that for an instant he really thought that Sheila was coming.
Lick, lap, lick. He coated the clit with loving saliva, but so wet was it with girl-juice that he certainly wasn't able to make it any wetter.
"C'mon, honey, I get something too, don't I?" Sheila said in a plaintive little girl voice which was half put-on and half her real voice and (her sensuality to one side, very real though it was) her real personality. A little girl's voice asking for big thick dick to suck! What a contrast!
"Well, fair's fair," he thought. "She hasn't really been able to get anything good of mine in her hand or mouth since we started, so I guess she must be pretty hungry for it." (Henry knew he was well hung, and was more than a little vain about his prick, which was a big, touch looking fire hose when relaxed, and a menacing steel rod when it wasn't. And even as far as being relaxed went, it was almost never utterly relaxed. There was always a sort of residual rubberiness to it of which Henry was particularly proud.)
So, Henry raised himself up on his knees, while still lapping away at the delicious looking, delicious tasting little twat, and sidled himself around so that little Sheila could get a good go at his whanger.
She had wanted it ever since she had seen it come out of the restraining pants a number of minutes ago. She still wanted it, but she was a little bit abashed by its enormous size, its glowing red tip, and the blue veins that carried the erectile blood into it.
But if she was afraid (and how much more afraid would she be when it came to cramming this into her tight little snatch) she was also eager for the meat which hung quivering at the ready just a few inches from her face.
Raising herself up on her shoulders so that she could get at it more readily-for Henry had teasingly kept it just out of reach-she darted her little pink tongue out and gave the rampant organ a lick like an affectionate little cat gives. And nothing could have possibly been more in character than that.
Henry had to catch his breath to keep from coming right onto her face and cat-like little tongue as she did that, so sensual was that little lick.
He still kept the prick just out of reach, however, allowing it to come down to the range of her tongue, then pulling it sharply back up.
All the while, he was giving her cunt the business with his tongue, so that she was being driven madder and madder in her efforts to try and get hold of his organ so as to be able to "retaliate" by causing him a similar teasing pleasure.
Finally, with a pull of her little shoulders, she shot her darling little head up and caught the prick in her soft mouth.
The mouth was soft, but to make sure that Henry didn't try playfully to take the action away again, she softly fitted her pearly teeth around the head of the dork, where the head swelled out from the steel shaft.
There was something incredibly sexy about the feel of those teeth, and Henry was enough of a decadent to realize that about half of the sexiness came from the symbolism of the fresh feminine teeth being in a position where they could castrate the man, though of course Sheila would certainly never try and do any such thing.
A stifled giggled from her prick-gorged mouth told Henry, however, that the symbolism wasn't lost on her either, and she was giggling about such a sombre idea in her little girl way.
Shit, what a fantastic piece. If only that ass Arthur knew what he was missing!
"Well, to hell with Arthur," Henry thought, "I'm not going to pass up dainty twat like this on account of him!"
Sheila may have been an inexperienced virgin, but she sure as hell learned fast. Of course, she had a terrific teacher.
Every time one of her experimental, tentative little tongue motions was particularly successful, Henry would pry his tongue into her female crannies in a particularly thrilling fashion, so that it wasn't long before Sheila really began to know the ropes as far as giving a guy a blow-job went.
As his slippery tongue slid around on the tender skin of Sheila's twat, which was glistening both with his saliva and its own copious girl-fluid, Henry drank in the wonderful smell of the cunt he was working on.
"No question about it," he told himself, "nothing on this earth can possibly smell nicer than a healthy young twat!"
Sheila was very dainty and clean, but thank heavens she didn't spray herself with those damn vaginal deodorants. "What the hell's the fun of sucking a twat that doesn't smell like a twat?" Henry asked himself.
In and out in and out, his tongue darted like a snake between the crinkly folds of the labia, and into the soft girl hole itself, where he could feel it being compressed by the soft but tighter cunt walls, which loved the feel of his highly educated tongue, but were going crazy in anticipation of his hard prick!
Meanwhile, the dainty mouth of his partner was sucking away on that prick as if it were some kind of very thick licorice stick! Sheila would slide the lips down the shaft with a kind of slow teasing motion that seemed calculated to drive any male clear out of his mind!
Meanwhile, her tongue was rubbing right over the tip of the sensitive organ, making Henry shudder with pleasure at every rub. It was a surprise even to him that he was still able to hold his wad back, so worked up and worked over was he, but he was a first class cocksman, and somehow managed to hang on anyway.
Likewise, although the prodding and poking of his tongue made Sheila feel as if her twat were on fire, he somehow managed to keep her just short of whanging off, so that the ever more painfully intense pleasure could be screwed up higher and higher.
The tongue felt the moist folds, and then lapped back into Henry's mouth, carrying with it some of the delicious girl fluid that he so loved to drink! Mmmmm that was good!
Sheila sucked away ever more teasingly, waiting for the huge dork to squirt its load into her dainty mouth, or perhaps even down her dainty throat. She was still a virgin, and the idea of having all that male spunk in her mouth sort of frightened her, but at the same time it made her feel terribly female and sexy. And that Henry was just driving her wild with that action between her legs!
Of course, the usual problem of a sixty-nine presented itself, namely that the breasts are pretty much out of reach of the lover, though Henry did what he could with his legs to mold and knead them as breast should be molded and kneaded. But there were Sheila's hands, and there is no girl alive so virginal that she hasn't masturbated and therefore played with her own sweet breasts.
After all, who could own such heavenly things and resist the temptation to fill her hands with them? And in this department. Sheila was certainly no exception.
Her long silky fingers knew just exactly what to do to wring the maximum amount of pleasure from the swollen globes! At some moments, as Henry licked away at her twat, she cruelly mashed and squeezed the big tits. Then, suddenly turning more gentle, she would start drawing her fingers in big circles over the creamy skin, wetting them first in her mouth so that she could pretend that it was Henry's tongue which was giving her the works on the two heavenly, tender mounds.
The circles drew closer and closer into the nipples, which were now so swollen that they looked as if they were going to burst!
The hard nubs ached for any touch, but for a long, teasing moment, that touch was denied, as Sheila purposely kept her fingers away from the glowing tips. She gently dug in with a long fingernail on the very edge of the nipples, right where the cream turned to coral pink, and where the little goose bumps try and imitate the one so much bigger, so much more tender bump that is only the tiniest distance away.
Then, all of a sudden, she couldn't bear to deprive the nipples any longer, and grabbed them between thumb and forefinger, giving them a hard rub that hurt but send incredible waves of pleasure down to her twat, where Henry's tongue could feel that she must have done something especially nice to herself.
The pressure on his cock was unbearable now, for Sheila's dainty little mouth was sending thrills up it that kept threatening to make it explode in the creamy passion of male come!
Henry could fee! the way his balls were caught up tight at the root, aching to shoot forth their gorging load of spunk into the soft pink recesses of Sheila's womanhood.
Sheila closed her eyes in ecstasy at the thought that soon this wonderful hunk of iron that was completely filling her mouth would be pumping its load into her. She ran her tongue along the rim between the angry head and the shaft and could tell by the response that that invoked that a bit more action like that and he'd be blasting off.
She knew she'd better hurry, too, because the feel of that tongue in her girl-hole and between the delicate soft labia was edging her closer and closer to a come with every second that went by.
Henry liked to be able to "trigger" a woman, to know that at any given second he could make her go off, and he achieved this by leaving one heavenly thing undone so that by suddenly doing it he could immediately get the girl off.
If he were making a girl come by caressing her breasts-a technique at which he was a real master-he would leave the touching of the actual nipples until last. In the same way, he had now slid his tongue in the delicious slit, had used his tongue to gently part the soft pink folds of the labia, and now was bringing it closer and closer to the button hard little clit, without actually touching the aching thing.
As Sheila felt his tongue get closer and closer to her fun-button without touching it, the agonizing tension in her body, the hunger for a spring-busting come, became ever more unendurable.
"Ohhhh," she thought, "I ... I can't stand this any more-heaven-I can't, I CANT!"
And she sucked with renewed intensity on his rod, in order to pay him back in both pleasure and frustration for the heavenly pleasure and frustration he was causing her.
As he lapped twat, Henry felt he could go on forever. Man, what a piece this fragile little blonde doll! But though, factually, as a great cocksman he was great at holding it in, he knew damn well that there are limits to everything.
There was a funny kind of gatering feeling in the tight snood of his balls, a weird numb tension in his prick, a sort of tightening of the back muscles that told him that he was on that pre-come plateau, where a man can't help blasting off, but where he hasn't done so yet.
He knew how much women liked it when both partners came together, and he rather liked it himself! So, just as his swollen meat got ready for the shot, he suddenly started covering the little clit with passionate licks. A shudder went through Sheila's body, and then another and then ... they were both coming together, right together! Sheila felt the gun quiver in her mouth, felt the ripples of force along it, as it fired and fired and fired!
Pump! Pump! Pump!
Sheila could feel the rich, creamy gobs shoot against the roof of her eager mouth, filling it with the delectable male goo!
But that wasn't all she felt! Rings of pleasure seemed to pass down her spine and into her cunt, which shivered and shuddered as the waves of female animality washed over her body.
Come! Come! Come!
Her pelvis bucked and heaved, and she could feel that Henry was keeping his face buried in the soft mound of female flesh, lapping the soft wet labia even as Sheila quivered and heaved in her delicious come-spasms!
Then it was over, and the two of them lay limply there in one another's arms, faces still pressed to genitals. Sheila savored the feel of the slowly softening prick in her spunk-crammed mouth, and the wonderful presence of the spunk itself.
Just before Henry had come, she had thought for a moment that it must be unpleasant to have male come in her mouth, but now she knew differently.
Henry could feel her lips contract as her throat worked, drinking down his male juice.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Sheila gave a little shiver of delight as the thick stuff slid down her throat.
Meanwhile, Henry was still gently licking her twat, even though it was by now so tender that it could hardly stand the touch of anything, let alone a prying male tongue.
They were gentle laps, though, not designed to really get her worked up again, but rather to keep her motor idling, and to say thank you in the nicest possible way for the blow-job she had just given him.
Even if he had found himself unable to hack it in the prick department, that husband of hers could have given his little bride a good tongue-off,-but apparently he was so worried about his failure to perform, that the thought had slipped his mind.
Henry gazed down at the female sexual skin, now literally glistening from girl juice. What a heavenly little hole, even nicer than Claudia's, perhaps.
"That ass Arthur!" Henry thought, as he waited to get steam up so that he could at last give this little honey the fuck she deserved. Thank heaven Arthur was already aware that a bicycle seat had already robbed Sheila of her maidenhead, back long ago.
"That ass Arthur!" Henry thought to himself again.
CHAPTER TWO
"That ass Arthur" was at that very moment moping around the First-Class lounge and feeling very sorry for himself. What a honeymoon this had turned out to be! He had thought it would be so great, he and his bride on this elegant old ship on the way to the South Pacific.
He'd had plenty of women before-he caught himself just as he was about to say "back in the days when he was a man" and the last thing he'd expected was trouble in the prick department. He'd used to think of himself as a real stud, and he could remember women who had thought of him that way too.
But there that first night, when he'd realized that like it or not, this tender woman would be stuck with his sexual performance, he'd found himself overwhelmed by the idea of the responsibility which he had towards her. And all of a sudden, the thought had flashed into his brain from nowhere, "What if for once I'm unable to get it up?"
He knew, of course, that impotence is a purely psychological matter, and that it is just caused by fear. But that hadn't helped. He'd started to worry about whether he could keep himself from worrying, and then he'd worried about worrying about that, until finally there was just no way he could possibly get the motherfucking meat hard.
Sheila had burst into tears in disappointment and humiliation, and that had finished him. Maybe for good, he thought with a shudder, looking around at the other men in the lounge. They were real men, unlike him!
"Hi there, Arthur, you look a bit down in the dumps?"
It was Claudia, Henry's wife, the totally sensual woman. She had medium sized, high, rounded breasts, which seemed to dare any man who happened to come by to fondle and touch them.
Her mouth always wore an expression of "let's fuck, big boy," and her perfect oval face was framed in a mass of raven-black hair. She was no better looking than his own little blonde bride, but she had a more animal quality about her.
"Oh hi, Claudia! Oh, I dunno, I just feel a bit depressed, that's all."
Claudia knew what about, too. She had gotten to be fairly good friends with Sheila, and the poor little creature, all afire with fear that she had failed her husband, had sobbed out the whole sorry tale. And Claudia had an idea.
Women are so hungry for pricks, that nothing infuriates and excites them more than the thought of one being out of action for some reason or another. That's why a good ploy for obtaining some cunt is to pretend that you're a queer looking for a girl who can convert you.
Well, Claudia knew damn well that there was nothing wrong with Arthur in the heterosexuality department, but knew that someone had to straighten out his problem and his prick for him.
In fact, Arthur was a very handsome man, and well enough hung so that Claudia's prying eyes could make out the bulge where his relaxed prick was crammed into his pants. It might be fun trying to get him back into action, she thought, and it would be doing that cute little wife of his a favor, too.
Claudia was very fond of Henry, and had to admit that he was a cocksman second to none, but she liked a lot of variety in her diet.
"Listen," she said to him, "why don't you come on down to my cabin and tell me all about it?"
Arthur had no intention of telling a woman about his problem, but there wasn't any way he could refuse to at least go chat with her, and besides, he rather liked being with Claudia.
"As a matter-of-fact, I'll even have the steward bring us a bottle of champagne."
"Sounds fine to me, Claudia," Arthur said. "Are you headed that way now?"
"I've got to go to the hairdresser, Arthur. Meet me there in about half an hour."
As he saw the glorious female form slink off, with every male eye in the lunge fixed on her, he thought about how in the old days he would have scored with a piece like that. Well that was all in the past.
In half an hour he found himself knocking at Claudia's cabin door.
"Come in ... it isn't locked."
He pushed the door open, and there sprawled out on the bed towards him was Claudia, totally naked, and totally desirable. She had her legs spread, so that the lips of her cunt were pulled back, revealing the dark mysterious little hole.
She looked so utterly feminine and so utterly sexy, that Arthur didn't even have time to doubt himself before he found his big tool swelling painfully against the restraining underpants.
"You look like you're glad to see me," Claudia purred. Now don't worry about anything happening, because I know all about everything, and won't let that hunk of raw meat get away from me."
She had hesitated to say this, for fear of wounding his masculine pride, but she was afraid that he would start worrying about whether or not he could keep the splendid erection which he had obtained.
This way, all the cards were on the table, and he didn't have to worry about being shown up as a fake. Here was one incredibly beautiful woman who clearly believed that he was a real man.
The effect was just exactly what Claudia had hoped for. His prick swelled again to the challenge, now that he knew he had nothing to lose in shame, and a great deal to gain. Claudia knew about his problem.
So he didn't have to worry about her finding out. If things didn't work out, he would be no more impotent in her eyes than he was already.
His feverish hands were already fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. As the pants fell away, the huge dork rammed the fabric of the underpants out like a spear, as it tried to point aggressively at the warm hole displayed in front of it.
Claudia didn't say a word, but just squirmed on the bed and licked her lips at the sight of the prick as Arthur pulled it clear.
It was long, and thick, and stiff as steel, just waiting to have its hardness rammed into the soft body of a woman. The balls had swollen up against the thing's root, and were now tightly gathered in Arthur's male sac.
His clothes were off, now, and he was on the bed, about to ram it in, so eager was he, after these terrible days of depression, to function again as a man! But Claudia believed that sex should have a good bit of foreplay.
As he knelt on the bed, she bent forward and softly kissed the quivering tip of Arthur's rod.
"Careful, Claudia, you'll waste what I have!"
"Oh nonsense," she said with a smile. "You're a two-shot man. The fact that Claudia could guess that showed what an expert she was with men, which in turn showed how valid her judgement must be about his potency.
"Finger me off, honey, I always like to feel a guy's hands down there in my nest," she purred. "Don't worry about me, I can bang all night."
Arthur didn't want the fuck over with too fast, so exhilarating was this feeling of being a man again, so he was more than happy to oblige. His right hand slid down to the inviting pink hole, and as it gently took the labia and started pulling on them and playing with them, Arthur noticed that Claudia was as leaky a piece as he'd guessed she must be when he had first been introduced to her the night the Faustina had sailed.
It felt great, really great to have a girl writhing in passion under his touch, and the only reason he didn't want the finger off to last forever was that he was eager to get that soft female body around his prick!
Claudia smiled at him, with as much of a smile as is possible when a girl is really getting the words down between her soft legs, for Arthur really did know what do with a girl's cunt.
If he was that great with his hands, what would he be like with that giant whanger of his, she wondered.
She and he were both lying on the bed-he didn't have that sexy but slightly annoying habit of Henry's of sitting up while giving a finger-off in order to be able to gaze down in a superior fashion at the female flesh he had brought to a boil.
His lips were caressing her cheek and moving towards her soft mouth. She trembled in anticipation of his tongue, while his other hand gently cupped and molded one of her luscious breasts. Arthur was a good cocksman, and he knew that girls like a bit of rough-stuff, particularly as far as the nipples go, but he didn't believe in overdoing it, and as he rubbed Claudia's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he was only just causing it the most delicate, subtle, delightful amount of pain. Just the right amount, Claudia thought.
Arthur's tongue was out now, and he drew it around Claudia's smiling lips as if it were a lipstick. Then she darted hers out, and the two tongues caressed each other in mid air, before Arthur gently forced his into Claudia's waiting mouth.
"He's so gentle but so manly," she thought, as the tongue ran along the roof of her mouth and against her teeth. Her tongue was in his mouth too, and they both pressed their bodies close together in a passionate embrace, while Arthur's hand insistently pawed the labia.
They were nice labia, Arthur thought, a bit on the big side, perhaps, but that was good, as it gave a man something to get a hold of. He gave them a forceful tug, and noticed with delight the shudder that that sent down Claudia's body. Yep, there was still some manhood left in him.
The touch of that soft breast was so heavenly, though, that he knew that he just had to get some more of it. Pulling his mouth away from Claudia's-no easy task, for it didn't want to let that tricky tongue go-he began working down towards the other breast, kissing her on the chin, and the throat as he went.
"Man, stud, that's really some finger action you have there," Claudia gasped as he slid his first three fingers up the warm moist slit of her womanhood. The thumb, meanwhile, was working away still on the labia and on the rest of the sopping area between clit and slit.
Arthur was too busy to listen to Claudia's compliments, though. The feeling of that creamy, spongy tit on his lips was absolutely out of this world. A bit more of this, and Claudia would be coming. She was wet enough as it was.
"On the nipple! Suck my nipple honey, I want your mouth there!"
Arthur was more than willing to oblige, but a bit like Henry, he believed that one should gradually build up to the big pleasures in life. Instead of taking the hard little pink button in his mouth right away, he gently touched the tip of it with his tongue. He could see the flesh of the breast shake as Claudia gave a little shiver of pleasure.
Now he was licking the nipple, running his tongue around the lovely little thing, teasing it so that although it was as hard as any part of a girl's body can get, it somehow seemed to get even harder, while the tits themselves continued to swell with passion.
The calm and collected Claudia who had invited Arthur down to her cabin for some champagne-which was really there, cooling in a silver bucket-had totally vanished, now, and been replaced by a she-cat in heat, a rutting doe, which could only think of one thing, and that thing was jutting out from his belly, pointing almost straight at the cabin roof in its eagerness to get inside Claudia's soft female body.
Claudia couldn't be put off much longer, and for that matter, neither could he. Unable to keep her lovely fingers off of his meat entirely, she had resorted to pulling and squeezing at his balls, and rubbing his big prick around the root, in the hope that all this would excite him without making him come.
Well, he was sure the first idea was right, because he was as excited as hell, but he was a lot less certain about the second one.
It seemed to him that it wouldn't take much to get that whanger of his shooting its gunk all over the teasing feminine hand.
"Oh darling ... I'm coming...!" Claudia gasped, and sure enough, she was. Even as his fingers continued to paw around inside her slit, he could feel the extra wetness, and the tensing of the muscles. He could even feel it through her nipple, and through the way her chest heaved.
Then, she was firing away. Brrrrrrrt! like a machine gun, and her delicate shoulders quivered as the shocks of pleasure ran through her.
Down between her legs, she started her come with his fingers still inside her, and he figured that with the heaving of her pelvis, he'd only risk hurting her if he tried to take them out now.
So, as her hips heaved and her pelvis shook, and as the whole cunt seemed to be run through a mangle, Arthur could feel it shudder around his sopping fingers, could feel the walls of the soft female organ contract around his fingers.
Then, it was over, and she was gasping for air like a landed fish as she lay on the bed beside him, while his fingers continued to rest inside her dripping cunt. With an impish smile, he pulled them out and brought them up to his mouth, while he licked his lips in anticipation. Then, he popped them in and sucked all the girl fluid off them.
"Yum, yum," he said, as he licked away, his fears of impotence completely forgotten as he lay next to this delightful and utterly sexy woman.
She was someone else's wife, and in a general way he felt a bit guilty about that, though he felt more guilty when he thought about his own trusting little wife.
She certainly wasn't the kind to suspect him of adultery, let alone ever commit it, he thought, utterly wrong.
"Arthur, you're a pretty fantastic finger-man," Claudia gasped.
"Well," he answered, "I had to take a lot of piano lessons as a little boy. That was before I found out that the instrument which I most liked to play was the woman."
"You certainly play it-or her-damn well. Anyway, you played me damn well. What was all this crap about your not being able to get it up for your little wife?"
Now that he had half proved himself by giving her a fantastic finger-off, she felt she could joke about his problem without it effecting his performance, and maybe her kidding would help it, since it often does a man good to know that women don't take nearly the devastating attitude towards our temporary failures as we do ourselves.
"Ah, I was just a bit nervous," Arthur said, clearly in much better spirits. Claudia's plan had worked. The thing which was farthest from his mind was the question of how his prick would perform when he actually got it inside of her.
"Well, honey," she said, "let's get on with it. The longer I look at that tool of yours, the bigger it seems to get, and I certainly would hate for it to get so big that you couldn't get it inside of me."
"How about a rear entry?" he said.
"Sounds fine to me. I feel like a bitch in heat anyway."
With a heave, she had brought herself up from the bed so that she was resting on it on her hands and kneels.
Behind her, Arthur had his glowing tool at the ready. At last, after these days of deprivation and humiliation, he was going to get it in. But the moment was too nice not to postpone a second. With the tip, he banged gently against the area all around the cunt, instead of slipping in.
"Your cunt's so dainty, I can't find it," he joked.
"Well, your prick's so huge that I hope you don't, or you'll ruin me for life."
"Ready or not, here I come," he said.
"I hope you won't come until I do, you greedy bastard!"
And then it went in. Claudia was a woman who had been much fucked since she was a little girl, but all those pricks hadn't succeeded in enlarging her tight little snatch. Which was just the way she wanted things, too.
Nothing made her feel more feminine than to be really gorged with prick!
It wasn't hard to be gorged in this case, either. Arthur really was well hung, and now that his tool was inflated, it was a massive tool indeed!
Fortunately, the finger-off had gotten her good and lubricated, so that although the prick encountered some resistance, it slid in easily enough. The sensation of the sides of the hole stretching to accommodate his manhood made Arthur feel as if he had a prick that was ten feet tall, however.
Claudia gave a gasp as Arthur drove it so far home that it was almost literally tapping at the doors of the uterus. She already had her hands on her hanging, swinging breasts, but soon she felt Arthur's hands pulling her own away, so that he could have the pleasure of manipulating the soft globes.
With an extra thrill in his prick, he filled his hands with the feminine softness, placing his thumb and forefinger around the hard nipples, which, in fact, had never really had a chance to go soft since the finger off he had given Claudia just a few minutes earlier.
With a sigh, he pulled back and then rammed home again, his rod sliding on the cunt-juice, his hands molding the tits. Sometimes they were content to just let them hang and to stroke them gently, at other times they pushed them rather harshly up against the smooth chest, then letting them fall with a sort of painful jiggling motion.
Of course, there wasn't much way he could get at her lips, but that didn't matter, as leaning forward he was able to get one of her dainty ear-lobes in his mouth and suck that. There was something weirdly sexy about the feel of the minute holes where the earrings normally went. Those earrings were glittering on the bedside table now, examples of Claudia's perfect taste. As a matter-of-fact, she seemed just about perfect in every possible department.
Certainly she was a perfect lay. Kneeling in dog-fashion, it isn't always easy for the woman to be as responsive as in other positions, but somehow Claudia managed to convey the (perfectly accurate) impression to Arthur that he was causing her a great deal of pleasure indeed, and that she was very grateful for the fact.
In and out, in and out, in and out ... the rhythm got faster and faster and more passionate as Arthur got more and more carried away by the fuck that he was giving Claudia. It was going to be a super-fuck, a real clit-twisting fuck, a fuck to end fucks, in which Claudia would think that she had poured out her soul along with her pussy fluid.
There was that sort of sensual thrill running through Claudia's body as it prepared to really let fly. He could feel it in the cunt, of course, but also in the breast that he had in his hands, and even in her back, across which his hairy chest and his stomach lay.
His own meat was getting ready to blast off too, he could tell that, as he shoved and shoved, reveling in the tight glove-like fit of the female body around his prick.
Then Claudia was letting go, and the feel of the cunt-spasms around his overwrought prick was easily enough to get that thing whanging away. Because of the trouble that he had had with his wife Sheila, it had been a hell of a long time-three days to be precise-since he had fired it, and it now seemed to spew up male come as if it would never stop.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
The big organ drove the spurts of creamy spunk deep inside of Claudia's receptive hole, as her whole body shivered with pleasure-pleasure at his come, pleasure at her own.
Then, at last, the shivers died down in her body, the shoulders came to a rest as she caught her breath, and the gun had run out of ammo for the time being. For a moment they just stayed there, with his still only slightly softening prick inside the warmth, his hands still cupping breasts that felt that they couldn't possibly take any more mauling but wanted it just the same.
"You're damn good, as good as Henry," Claudia sighed. Now there was a real compliment Not some insincere bullshit about how he was the greatest cocksman on six continents, but an honest appraisal and a comparison with a guy whose powers in bed she clearly respected a great deal.
"You're pretty fucking good yourself, Claudia," he said.
"Feel better now?"
"Incredibly so. Claudia, I don't have any way to thank you."
"Well, you can give it a try by giving me a proper sixty-nine after we drink that champagne. I want to wait a bit, not because I don't think your prick would be hard enough, (I know damn well it would be) but because I want you to stock up on some more ball juice, since as far as I'm concerned, half the fun of a good sixty-nine comes from having plenty of good male cream to lap down. We pussycats like cream, you know."
Arthur swung his legs over the side of the berth and grabbed the icy bottle of champagne. The cork went with a bang, and as the wine came frothing over the mouth of the bottle he winked at Claudia, as if to say, "remind you of something?" and she instantly burst out giggling. For all her super-feline sensuality, there was still a touch of the little girl about her, as there is about all women.
"By the way, where's Henry? I wouldn't think he'd be too happy if he came in and found us drinking champagne together in an intimate fashion like this."
It could hardly be more intimate, seeing as how a few glistening drops of spunk could be seen in the lovely hair which graced Claudia's cunt.
"Oh, he said he was going to do a workout at the gym all afternoon, and he's usually pretty punctual about those things. Of course, I suspect he's really trying to pick up a little young tail on the side, but that's neither here nor there. He and I suspect each other, but we seem to have both decided that suspecting is good fun, but that finding out can wreck a happy marriage. So he's down at the gym, as far as I'm concerned."
Arthur couldn't conceal from himself the fact that he was a bit impressed by this terrible casualness about fidelity. What he didn't know was that at this moment, Henry was about to dive his prick into his bride's little hole.
Only a deck away from where Claudia was giving Arthur back his manhood, Henry was about to innate little Sheila into the final secrets of physical love.
She was a bit skittish-Henry knew that if he wasn't careful, she'd burst out sobbing about how it was her husband whom she had wanted to take her virginity-but her lover was not just a great cocksman, but a man who thoroughly understood women, and who could sense their fears before they were aware of them themselves.
So, he tried as much as he could to reproduce the tenderness which should be part of every girl's bridal night, which should have been part of little Sheila's if it hadn't been for the impotence of that ass Arthur!
With one hand wrapped around her shoulder, after the shuddering release of the sixty-nine, he planted playful little kisses on the tender feminine face. It was a dangerous tactic, since it might give Sheila the wrong impression-that is, that he really loved her-but he knew how to handle it with the proper moderation.
Then, as the kisses grew less playful and more passionate, he moved a hand up to the right breast and began to very delicately caress it, as Sheila snuggled close to him.
She knew that all the adultery was wrong, that just because Arthur hadn't been able to hack it was no excuse for her to go fucking with Henry, but there was something so comforting about his strong, masculine hand, as it massaged her soft breast.
Already, the tit was starting to swell, the petal-soft rosebud starting to stiffen, even though he had hardly yet grazed the latter with his fingers.
Sheila could feel her sexiness down in the quim, could feel it moisten up, and between the gentle labia could feel her clit start to tighten up and tingle, as it waited for a male hand, a male mouth, the shaft of a male prick.
In short, all the miraculous changes that take place when a woman's body readies itself for love were taking place with hers.
Henry had his mouth against hers, and the tongue back inside that mouth of hers. She had come to know it well, and a little shiver of anticipation went through her body at the thought of that tongue teasing and playing with her own.
Now, Henry eased his body up onto hers, and she spread her thighs in the age-old gesture of female receptivity and submission to the rampant prick!
Henry rather preferred to do it when the girl had her knees pulled up high, for it made the twat tighter, but he was afraid that if he had Sheila do it, and if Arthur finally ever managed to get it up, she'd do it for him, and he'd start wondering where she'd learned tricks like that. Well, fucking was fun however one did it, he realized.
Sheila caught her breath in anticipation, as she felt the big whanger maneuver around between her legs, and gently tap against her stinging clit as a sort of playful gesture.
Then, in it went, sliding against the cunt juice that filled Sheila's sweet little girl tube. Her cunt was if anything a bit looser than Claudia's and made a nice change from it.
Since that bicycle seat of so many years ago had popped her maidenhead, he didn't have that to take care of, and frankly he was glad.
When he was a young stud, he had really been turned on by the idea of busting into a girl, "breaking the seal" as one of his friends used to say. But after a while he'd come to the conclusion that he really preferred to do without the blood and the pain. What the hell, a fuck is supposed to be fun for the girl too, he had thought before.
Sheila gasped anyway, for she had never realized what sheer delight it is for a girl to have a big thick hard male rod stuck up there. She was an innocent little girl, and had never had the occasion to try the various substitutes that other girls sometimes found for themselves while waiting for some prick to come along. Indeed, she didn't even know what the world dildo meant.
So for her this first fuck was the most heavenly thrill, for she now knew for a first time how really heavenly it is to feel all filled up and gorged down there, particularly by something as hard and skillfully manipulated as Henry Fortescue's prick!
Henry was taking it easy, both because he wanted to keep up the gentle atmosphere he had been cultivating to keep from frightening Sheila or letting her remember that this first fuck was not being given to her by her husband, and because by his own natural inclination he rather preferred a gentle, slow fuck.
Not that there wasn't fire in his balls. The soft moans that Sheila was already giving out showed there was, but it was a special kind of fire. As one girl he had fucked a long, long time ago put it, "you give a fuck which by all the standards in the book should be a real bore-slow, cautious, methodical. But when you do it, Henry, it becomes the most exciting fucking thing in the world, as my tingling pussy can testify!"
Sheila had nothing to compare by, but being a woman she was naturally sensual enough to realize that what was being done to her dainty body was being done very well indeed, and that she could hardly have hoped for a better initiation into sex than this.
In-out-in-out-in-out-so it went, and as the gentle stabs continued inside Sheila's body, she felt the tongue in her mouth as it seemingly wanted to explore all the way down into her throat.
There, at least, she could easily respond, and playfully gave it a dozen little shoves and squeezes with her own tongue, tickling and caressing both it and Henry's teeth and gums. Sometimes, she would draw the edge of her tongue along the underside of his fine teeth, and thrill to the rasping pressure brought to bear.
Her hands clutched his naked back, and in her passion she dug her fingernails into his skin, while his own hands kneaded and played with her swollen breasts, pinching the nipples, and tickling the skin, as they flattened the globes, shoved them around, and in general gave the adorable pleasure bubbles all the attention they deserved.
Sheila was going to come, she knew it, she knew it, she ... was ... COMING NOW!
It was a rapid, gasping kind of come, just what one might have expected from a breathless little girl like Sheila. The short little shudders hit her body one after the other, and Henry could feel them make the slight shoulders tremble.
He pressed the hands he had cupping the breasts so that the breasts were mashed against the wall of the chest, and so that he could feel the tremors in the chest as Sheila gasped for air.
"H-Henry, it ... it's...."
"Hush...." he said quietly. He hadn't timed it quite right-it sometimes is hard to do so with a girl you haven't had before-and his own gun still hadn't fired, but one more half shove, and THERE!
He felt the pre-come plateau, felt himself go over the edge of the roller coaster, and come swooping down, as his gun fired away. There wasn't quite as much spunk in it as he liked for a fuck, because a good deal of the contents of his sac had wound up in Sheila's throat not too much earlier, but there was enough, and the feeling of the prick pumping and pumping gave a sort of secondary kick to Sheila's own come spasms.
Then, they were both burnt out, both spent, and lay there with their genitals intermingled, their mouths still resting on one another, Henry's now quiet hands still cupping the breasts.
"Henry, that was the most fantastic thing in the world. Is it just you who can make a woman feel like that, or ... or...."
What she wanted to ask was whether or not Arthur would ever be able to make her feel that way.
"Sheila," he said softly, "the amazing thing about sex is how little there is to it. There are all sorts of guys who run around worrying if they're really hot stuff in bed. Some are, in fact, hotter than others, but by and large I think the differences are pretty overrated.
If what you want to ask me about is Arthur, there's nothing wrong with him that a bit of time won't cure. There isn't a man alive who hasn't found himself unable to cut the mustard on at least one occasion."
She looked a bit happier at that, and wore on her face the mysterious expression of the just-fucked woman. In fact, she even started sucking her fingernail and smiling, and looking thoroughly adorable in the process.
She was a nice piece alright, no question at all about that. Henry was still sure he preferred Claudia's type, but Sheila made a very welcome change. Great though Claudia was, Henry often found himself wanting a change from her supercharged femaleness.
So he'd gotten it on the side from time to come, and wondered vaguely if Claudia ever had. The thought that she might have irritated him, even though he knew that it was hardly fair to deny to her what he got pretty frequently himself.
Meanwhile, only a deck away, Claudia and Arthur were just finishing up the champagne and feeling in rather high spirits for having done so. In fact, Arthur had already playfully stuck the champagne cork up Claudia's cunt, and it was pretty clear to both of them that almost nothing could be nicer at the moment than a good sixty-nine.
"Okay, big boy, lets saddle up," Claudia giggled, for they'd drunk the whole bottle, and she didn't have much of a head for champagne, though she was terribly fond of it.
"Glad to oblige, partner," Arthur said, and the next thing Claudia knew, he had his whanger in her face, and his eager tongue on her twat.
Claudia giggled as she felt the swollen prick resting on the side of her face, and she slyly reached her tongue out and started to tickle it. If she'd been able to reach more of it, she would have tried the experiment of a sixty-nine with the prick outside the face, for she was nothing if not inventive.
Meanwhile, Arthur's tongue was boring deep between the glistening labia, into the weltering, warm pussy hole.
"Arthur," she said, still keeping his dork outside her mouth, "you're really damn good, did you know that?"
"Less talk and more action on my aching whanger," Arthur scowled playfully, lifting his mouth a moment from the girl hole, which he had been kissing as if it were a mouth.
"How about that? I try and compliment you, and all I get is scowled at," Claudia said, entering into the spirit of the joke. "Just for that, I don't think I'll take your nasty, slimy ding-dong into my mouth after all."
"Oho, baby, if you think a sexy piece like you can have a big prick sitting an inch away from her greedy little mouth and not pop it in, you're just kidding yourself."
"How right you are," she said cheerfully, "so what I'll do is bite it clean off just as you're about to come.
"You do that," Arthur laughed, "and I'll spank you so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a month of Sundays."
"That sounds like so much fun," she said only half jokingly, "that your prick is now in terrible danger." And with this, she did indeed "pop it in."
Arthur had been right, she was already so wound up that she just had to have the meat inside her mouth. Arthur's tongue had such a damn persistent way of poking her girlflesh that she had to get her mouth into action too. In fact, her mouth was so sensitive that she thought it was hard to tell which was nicer-to have something there or in her cunt.
Arthur loved eating girls out. Just to inhale the wonderful, rich smell was enough, and of course with a 101% female like Claudia, it went without saying that that smell was terrifically velvety and strong.
Her pubic hairs were more straight than curly, and were rather sparse on the now-glistening flesh, but that just gave her cunt a rather refined, elegant look. The labia were a bit large, but perfectly formed, and-as he gazed at them from only a couple of inches away, Arthur thought how he would have to think up new ways of playing with them and keeping them occupied for the next time he was banging Claudia.
The clit itself was utterly adorable-perty, stiff, just the right size for a man to gaze at or get his tongue around. It occurred to Arthur that he had not yet had a chance of properly inspecting his wife's goods, so flustered had he been when he had found himself to be incapable of getting a good hard-on. Well, that was an omission that would have to be remedied right away.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! went his tongue on the female flesh, shaping and pushing and shoving it, and driving its owner wild.
He longed to put his tongue on the little clit, but Claudia was such a sexy broad that he was afraid that if he did so he might end up by setting her off. And he wasn't quite ready yet.
Not quite! Claudia had had plenty of cocks inside her mouth at one time or another in the past, and knew damn well what to do with her tongue to make a man just about scream with pleasure. Everything she did, from the way she sucked it to the way she licked it, sent shivers up Arthur's male spine.
Somehow or another they both got into some nutty contest, with each trying to one-up the other by inflicting the greatest amount of pleasure. So both of them found themselves trying to think up new ways of stimulating the other's already almost stinging genitals.
In and out darted Arthur's tongue, with the rapidity of a snake's tongue. Then, it would give soft, slow, methodical laps, like a big dog gives. Meanwhile, Claudia would either very deliberately suck the big whanger, like a little girl with a stick of candy, or tease it lightly with her tongue. Sometimes she would concentrate on the huge hard knob, sometimes on the root, and at one point she sucked his balls in instead of the prick, and gently pressed down on them with her pearly teeth, as if to remind him of her playful threat.
The man has the advantage in a sixty-nine of having something to lick away on and taste while waiting for the final come. And it was an advantage which Arthur made the most of, as he lapped up the pussy fluid as if he had just gotten back from the Sahara desert.
But the girl, of course, has her own soft, sweet breasts to play with, though to look at the rough way in which Claudia was handling hers, one might wonder if "play" was the best possible term.
"Shit," she thought, as she sucked and teased the huge rod, "what could possibly be nicer than to be a woman and to be able to enjoy such pleasure as this?"
"Shit," Arthur thought, "what luck to be a man and to be able to feel pleasure like that little minx is inflicting upon my prick!"
Neither knew the other thought this, though in fact it was the nicest tribute that each could have played to the other's ability.
Both of them were frantic now for a come, for release from the incredible tension that had every nerve in their bodies vibrating like tuning forks. Claudia felt pangs of sugary sweetness down around her twat, where male saliva and girl-fluid mingled together on flesh and skin that was now so super tenderized that it could hardly stand the passionate touching it was getting from Arthur's tongue.
Then, they both came together, with their muscles shuddering at the release. Arthur had still some gunk left, and had built up some more during the pause they had had while drinking the champagne, and a delighted Claudia felt it spurt against the roof of her mouth in powerful gobs, while her excited lips could feel the ripples in the prick as it fired and fired, pumping the contents of the balls into her mouth.
Her own body was trembling, and her cunt, now utterly swash, quivered as it felt Arthur's mouth still frantically pressed against the flesh, riding the come out, despite the heavings of her pelvis.
"You taste so good, I'd like to try and lap you dry," Arthur said, "but you're so leaky you'd just keep coming and coming, and I'd probably drown first."
His prick felt the contraction of Claudia's lips as she swallowed down the spunk, and then felt her lips release it so that she could say, "you don't taste so bad yourself, big boy."
CHAPTER THREE
Claudia was lounging on her berth in the cabin, when she heard a faint tapping at her door.
"Come in."
It was Sheila, looking very downcast and penitent, with what seemed to be a tear trembling at the corner of one eye, and with her white teeth biting her coral-pink lower lip.
Claudia, who had an eye for such things, could have told her that looking unhappy made her very pretty-even prettier than normal, which wasn't easy with a cute bundle like Sheila-but thought the better of it.
The kid had clearly come to her for some sort of consolation. What had happened? Surely Arthur, who'd only left a half-hour ago, hadn't really tried to get it up again so soon and failed? No one would be that imprudent.
Sheila walked across the cabin to where Claudia was not standing. The two women had become quite close friends in the short time since the Faustina had sailed, and after the disastrous wedding night, or rather after the follow-up failure on the night after that, it had been to Claudia that she had come for consolation.
She had also confided in Henry, but that had been mostly because she had wanted some expert masculine advice on the subject of impotence.
"Gee, Sheila, who just rained on your parade?" Claudia asked, feeling genuinely sorry for the girl in her lovely cotton summer dress.
"Claudia, I've something terrible to tell you ... you'll never forgive me ... and after you were so nice to me ... Claudia, I've been in bed with your husband ... and enjoyed it!" and she immediately broke down in convulsive sobs.
Claudia was genuinely astonished, though being a woman of the world she was less astonished the more she thought things over. Henry, she had long suspected, was getting a bit on the side whenever he could, and what better possible target than this innocent little chick with her hashed-up marriage?
Claudia felt angry at Henry-this was the first time she could really be sure of his committing adultery-but she found it perfectly impossible to be angry with cute little Sheila, as she sobbed guiltily away there only about a yard away from her.
Of course she had been no match for Henry. Of course she had yielded. And all of a sudden, the humor of the situation struck her, and she started to giggle.
"W-what's so-so funny?" Sheila asked through her tears, genuinely perplexed. She had expected to be shrieked at, or even have her face slapped, and here was Claudia giggling.
"Funny, darling? Funny? Men are deceivers ever! You've been in the sack with my husband, and come here to tell me all about it. Well that show's you're a better person than I am, for the idea of going and hunting you up in your cabin never crossed my mind, and if you've been in bed with my husband, I've been in bed with yours!"
Sheila's jaw dropped open with astonishment. Not just at the thought of Arthur going to bed with another woman, but at the thought that he had apparently been able to pull it off in the prick department.
"W-was he...?"
"He was fine. And don't go around thinking all sorts of nonsense (like I can already see on your face) to the effect that he was able to do it with me because I'm better looking than you, or some rot like that. In the first place, you're better looking than I, and in the second place, the whole trouble started because you look like such a pure goddess that he couldn't believe that he was worthy of you, while there's something of the alley cat about me."
Sheila was giggling now too, in that delightful girlish way of hers, as she realized the absurdity of the situation, with her coming all the way from her cabin to get her face slapped, only to learn that her husband was a real man after all, and that he'd been giving it to the woman she felt so guilty at having "wronged" by her adultery with Henry.
"Don't tell me, let me guess ... you were also going to confess all this to Arthur, weren't you? I thought so. Sheila, you're one of the sweetest girls I've ever known, and your innocence is half your charm, but don't make too much of a good thing. It can get risky."
Sheila nodded and giggled again, and found herself in her friend's arms. Even Claudia, who had certainly had the occasional lesbian experience before, as is only to be expected in a woman of the world, had thought that it had just been a friendly impulse that had made her take the delectably soft body in her arms, but as soon as she felt the heavenly touch of Sheila's breasts against her own-and for the woman who has broken down her puritan inhibitions, there are few feelings nicer than that of another woman's breasts pressing her own-she realized that she had to have this little piece.
Sheila felt her clit tighten and her breasts swell as she pressed against the softness of Claudia's elegant, feline, and totally female body. What was this? Was she some kind of lesbian? Why did the scent of Claudia's perfume, and even more the rich female smell mingled with it, make her feel so funny?
Why could she not help imagining the touch of Claudia's silky hands on her own smooth body?
She gasped in surprise at the new emotions welling up inside her, and that was Claudia's opportunity. Quickly, tenderly, she pressed her own soft mouth against Sheila's, while sliding her tongue in between the perfect teeth.
Even a saint couldn't have resisted the touch of those lips, and for all her pure-looking beauty, Sheila was not a saint, but a very sensual woman. Involuntarily, her own tongue slid past Claudia's, and the two organs caressed each other with a sisterly tenderness.
"Man, man, is this little bundle hot to trot!" Claudia thought. "Arthur'll have to be every inch the man he showed himself to be in here a bit earlier, if he wants to keep this baby satisfied."
Suddenly, in a last revolt of prudery, Sheila tore her mouth away and gasped, "but Claudia, we're both women!"
"Oh really," Claudia teased, "I thought we were a couple of big hulking stevedores! C'mon, you silly little goose, we're only doing what comes naturally."
In the case of women that isn't as absurd a statement as it sounds and Claudia backed her argument up with another, much stronger. She already had one hand up the voluminous cotton dress and was stroking the smooth leg, which because of the weather wasn't covered by any stocking.
"I ... I g-guess you're right, Claudia," Sheila said. She wasn't really convinced, but she found herself totally unable to resist the masterful touch of this beautiful woman. In particular, her own hands were almost twitching with the desire to get a hold of Claudia's soft breasts. What were her nipples like?
Were they big or small? Light pink like her own, or a deeper color? And Claudia's slit, what was it like? Was there a lot of girl-moss, or only a bit? And was that straight or curly? Somehow, Sheila found herself hoping that it was sparse and straight, and most of all hoping that she'd have a chance to get her tongue on it.
She was not to be disappointed in any of these hopes.
Claudia's other hand had now reached to the front, where the long fingers were resting with their tips just lightly squeezing Sheila's cotton-covered breasts. The dress was a cute one with big buttons down the front, and Claudia smiled to herself as she started to unbutton them.
Sheila wanted to unzip Claudia's suit, but somehow she wasn't able to get the strength in her hands to do anything. She just stood there, passive and helpless, as the dress gradually unbuttoned in front of her delicate body.
It was open to the waist now, and all that impeded the view of Sheila's breasts was the bra she was wearing. It wasn't of very heavy fabric, however, and Claudia could make out the little bumps made by the now thoroughly excited nipples. Then, bending over, Claudia kissed the breasts through the fabric, pressing with her tongue on the spot where the nipples were, and getting an electric response from Sheila's whole body as she did so.
The dress fell to the floor, and Claudia started to work on the bra. Off it came, and the luscious pleasure globes bounced into view, every bit as tempting and lovely as one might imagine looking at Sheila in her cute cotton frock. What a girl.
It goes without saying that Claudia's tongue was instantly on the hard little nubs, coating the female flesh with a layer of loving female saliva. It had been a long time since her last lesbian experience, as she was no more lesbian than most women-which means that she liked some girl-stuff when it was really first-class-and she'd forgotten how nice it was to have the soft body of another woman in her arms.
Clearly, Sheila's inexperience and generally innocent personality cut her out for the passive role in the girl-to-girl bang-away that was coming up, and Claudia thrilled to the thought of being able to direct things in love again-for Henry was a pretty virile male, and insisted on calling the shots when they were in bed. In fact, the last thing that it would be fair to call Claudia would be a bitch or aggressive female, and so in general the lovers she chose were pretty masculine too, and she normally rather liked the passive female role in love.
But with another woman, particularly when that woman was someone as flower-like as little Sheila, it was a different matter. In a lesbian fuck, particularly when one of the partners is new to the delights of sapphic sex, someone has to take the lead, and Claudia liked the change that this meant.
As her tongue ran over the right breast, and her left hand squeezed and cupped the left breast, Claudia reached the other hand down into the panties from above, and passionately clutched the soft ass. How she would like to be kissing that! Well, she would be soon.
Farther and farther down the ass she moved her hand, extending the forefinger until it could just reach past the scrupulously clean little asshole and into the rear edge of the slit. With her long fingernail, Claudia dug gently against the rear extremity of the slit, as if she wished to pull it towards her.
The gestures caused a thrill of pain and pleasure-each almost equally intense-to shoot through Sheila's trembling body.
Sheila's hands had now reached the zipper of Claudia's dress, and were trembling in anticipation of the female treasures which they were about to unlock.
"Well, even if I am a lesbian." Sheila thought, "there couldn't be anyone nicer to be a lesbian with than Claudia!" The zipper came down, and with tremendously sensual wiggles, Claudia slipped out of her dress, so that it fell to the floor like a discarded snakeskin.
Then Claudia jutted her breasts out as Sheila fumbled with the bra. She was all fingers and thumbs, partly because this was her first lesbian experience, partly because of the intoxicating nature of Claudia's incredibly sensual beauty.
Sheila gave a little squeal of delight when she saw the consummate loveliness of the twin globes that peered back at her with their already hardening pink nipples. They were of only medium size, but they were very high and very firm, and almost cried out to be touched and fondled by Sheila's eager hands.
"That's right, Sheila, touch me on my soft breasts," Claudia cooed, more to keep the dominant role by giving instructions than because she thought that Sheila could possibly fail to touch anything so divinely inviting.
Sheila's hands were full of the soft girlflesh, and for a moment the two women stood there, still wearing their panties, each one caressing and holding the other's luscious breasts.
Then, Claudia moved forward and crushed Sheila to her in a tight, passionate embrace, as her tongue pried into the deepest recesses of her mouth. Soon, it would be prying into the inner most recesses of Sheila's heavenly little twat! Claudia's nostrils widened at the thought of the girlsmell which she would soon again be sniffing.
Neither girl could stand the waiting any longer, and so Claudia gently pulled back so that both of them fell, one on top of the other, onto the berth.
When they had been standing, there had been a sort of tentative quality to everything they had been doing to one another, but now that they were on a bed, the natural site of sexual activity, they started to go wild, writhing around and moaning in each other's arms.
Claudia now had her hand in the front of Sheila's panties, and had worked her finger between the fun-cleft so that she could gently prod the clit with her long fingernail. The effect was to almost make Sheila come right then and there, and as Claudia became aware of just what a hot little piece her lover was, she told herself that she'd better be careful not to make her go off too soon.
There is nothing nicer than a mutual come, particularly when it is between women, and Claudia somehow wanted to share Sheila's first lesbian come with her, though she correctly guessed that Sheila was such a multi-orgasmic little broad that there really wasn't too much to worry about even if she came too soon. It wouldn't be hard at all to get her cranked up for a second go.
But she had to get a clearer go at that little twat, there was just no question about that! Sliding her hands underneath the nylon of the panties, she worked them down so that the whole cunt-area of her little friend was exposed. Not exposed to the eyes, for Sheila was pressed too close against her for Claudia to hope to have a chance of getting a look at the little box, but open to Claudia's curious, exploring fingers. Insistent little hands were likewise working down her own panties, and she could guess that it wouldn't be too long until she felt the touch of Sheila's silky fingers on her own girlflesh!
And there she was completely right. Sheila had a sort of natural aptitude for sex, and so there was something just incredibly sexy about the way she took Claudia's labia in her hands and started to pull and coax and tease them, until Claudia began to wonder if her problem wouldn't be keeping herself from going off first.
It was such heaven to have another girl's mouth glued against her own that for a moment each girl found herself somewhat neglecting her lover's soft breasts. But natural instinct has a way of asserting itself, particularly since girls are so aware of what delightful objects their own breasts are that they go to great trouble to display them as fully as the law allows.
It is hardly surprising, therefore, that they should pay prime attention to each other's breasts when engaged in a lesbian tumble.
Anyway, each girl found herself pulling away from the other's triangle, and loved what she saw. There could be no doubt about it, both girls had really sweet little twats, though the actual close up inspection and adoration of the cunts would come in the sixty-nine that would inevitably follow the finger-fuck that they were now engaged in.
So, both girls bent their heads to try and get at each other's breasts though that turned out to be impractical, and since Claudia was, by tacit consent, playing the dominant role in this, it was she who ended up working on Sheila's lovely globes, while Sheila simply bent her lovely throat back and gasped in passion.
Claudia's tongue slid eagerly around Sheila's nipple, making it glisten in the most incredibly sexy and appealing way, and making the hard little thing swell up to an even more incredibly aching hardness.
Sheila envied Claudia the chance to lick nipple, but she made up for the lost chance by redoubling her effort between Claudia's legs, making her shiver with pleasure at her every caress of the soft, pink sexual skin.
Sheila really knew her business, or rather, invented it as she went along. With the soft folds of the labia, she was alternately gentle and rough, and touched the folds in a million different, equally exciting ways.
As for the clit, she just brushed it from time to time, letting Claudia feel how intense that pleasure could be, and then refusing to administer any more of it for several long seconds.
As for Claudia, when she was putting her main attention down there and not on the heavenly soft breasts, which still seemed to be swelling, she concentrated not so much on the soft and incredibly excitable outside parts of the cunts, as on the inside.
This was, of course, completely in keeping with her more dominant role, as Sheila could imagine that the hard, probing fingers were some kind of incredibly kinky female penis!
Claudia found it delightful to be able to use on a cunt the same tricks which she had had used on her own cunt. For example, Henry's old trick of pressing the joints of the fingers against the cunt walls. From the way that made little Sheila gasp, it was clear that he had tried that one on her too. Claudia smiled to herself at the thought.
Sheila's pussy was sopping wet by now, as was Claudia's, and from time to time each girl would withdraw her hand so as to be able to suck the female fluid off of it. As they did so, they would smile at each other like two little girls who have each bought an ice-cream cone.
The fingers, of course, were again like penises, and the effect was lovely. But it was for Claudia to think of a refinement. She took her fingers, and instead of inserting the moist things in her own mouth to suck, offered them to Sheila, who took them with a grateful smile, while offering her own to Claudia. Of course, this meant that each girl was, in effect, sucking her own pussy fluid, but neither of them really seemed to mind this at all, particularly as this was compensated by the pleasure of having the other girl's fingers to suck, and by the pleasure of feeling her passionately suck your own.
The two girls were now moaning constantly in their passion, and ramming each other's bellies together, grinding away in a frantic effort not to receive more pleasure, but to give more. The border line between physical and spiritual love is a thin one, and though in each case it was their husbands whom the two passionate females in heat loved, there could also be no doubt that a very definite feeling of trust and affection was born there as they twisted in each other's arms.
"Shit, if she doesn't leave my slit alone, I'm going to be coming all over her hand any minute," Sheila thought. And Claudia was saying to herself, "I hope I've almost gotten the little dear there, because I'm not going to be able to hold it back at all much longer."
Finally, Claudia, as the more dominant of the two women, decided to end it. It was not that she wasn't enjoying herself immensely-though the word enjoy seems too pale to describe the incredible sensation in her cuntflesh as Sheila's fingers probed and darted, or the feeling of warmth and tenderness that she got from being close to the other girl.
But her longing for the release of the come, and the mutual intimacy which that would bring, was too strong for her to hold back any longer. With her thumb, she suddenly gave a sharp rub to Sheila's little clit, which up to now she had been partially leaving alone so as to concentrate on the lovely hole itself.
That touch, gentle but forceful, of another's finger-another girl's finger-on her fun-button was enough to send Sheila off. As spears of ecstasy dug into her body, her muscles suddenly let go with a run, and she began to come! COME! COME! all over her lover's hand.
And for Claudia, the combination of Sheila's own skillfully loving touch with the feel of her come, the realization that she had brought the lovely little Sheila to a lesbian blast-off, was enough to trigger Claudia's cunt.
Bang! Bang! like the barrels of a shotgun. Sheila was going first, by a fraction of a second, but Claudia was firing too while the waves of Sheila's cunty-delight still swept over the lovely little blonde's body.
It was the sheerest heaven-two lovely girls coming in one another's arms, their soft female bodies, normal the playthings of mauling men, pressed tenderly against one another, the mouth of one of them still fixed to the nipple of the other-and heaven to be able to feel that way through the breast the quivers of the body underneath.
There can be nothing nicer for a girl than to feel the warm mound of another girl pressing eagerly against her hand, as the pelvises buck and the pussy-fluid flows. And for two women to be sharing this experience, is sheer poetry in motion!
The only thing which could have possibly made the scene any lovelier would have been if the girls had been deeply in love. Which, in this case, they were not, for each of them really did love her husband, for all his imperfections. But still, the feeling of warmth, and friendship, and mutual trust that had been generated in the past few minutes had been enough to make the girls feel so close together that they felt blissfully happy.
Then the tidal wave had finished breaking over them, and they lay there peacefully an instant in each other's arms, their fingers still down where they had wrought so much havoc on each girl's nerves.
Then, impishly, Sheila pulled her soaked fingers up from between Claudia's legs-not forgetting, as she did so to give a special little tug on Claudia's female equipment that gave yet another little jolt to her already drained and exhausted body-and took one of the fingers in her mouth and sucked the salty-tasting fluid off of it.
The other one, she offered to Claudia, who smiled, and took it in her lovely mouth, sucking her own fluid of it. Then Claudia did the same thing, and as the two girls lay in each other's arms, they took turns cleaning up their cunts in this weird share and share alike manner.
Of course, that kind of action can hardly fail to initiate a proper response among the organs that are being so constantly and carefully touched, and soon Sheila and Claudia knew that they had had only half their fun yet, and that it was the best part which was to follow.
With a smile on her face, Sheila slid herself from Claudia's arms, and Claudia realized that this time it was she who wanted to assume the dominant role. Clearly, there was even more to this delightful chick than Claudia had realized. Well, she didn't mind. There are a lot worse things in the world than being the passive half of a lesbian lovemaking couple.
Sheila worked her way around on the bed, heading for Claudia's cunt. She was literally trembling with eagerness, for she wanted so badly to see it up close.
She wasn't disappointed, for as many men had remarked before her, Claudia had an extremely elegant and aristocratic little twat. Even the rather large labia added an air of distinction to it.
As she gazed hungrily at it, Sheila wondered if her own twat looked anything as nice. She'd never had a chance to look at it in this fashion, of course.
In fact, Sheila's twat was as feminine and cute as all the rest of her. It had moderate-sized labia, curly blonde girl-moss, and a pert little clit just made for touching with tongue or finger.
What most intrigued Sheila was the smell that came from the cunt of her lover. It was partly the odor of come, partly just natural girl-smell.
Sheila, as a woman, was of course aware that women put off such odors, but the only time she had smelled such a smell on another woman-and that must have been a strong-smelling woman indeed, for the incident occurred when she was walking dressed down the street-Sheila had thought that the smell was just one of those body odors that had to be kept away, though fortunately for Claudia she had never stooped to using vaginal deodorants, which ruin the smell and, what is worse, have a by no means pleasant chemical taste that takes the romance out of almost any sixty-nine.
But now that she was able to smell it in a sexual sense, Sheila found the cunt odor to be as sexually exciting as a man does.
Indeed, the smell alone made her little nipples, which had gone slack since the finger off, fill up again and bloom like the little rosebuds they were.
Giggling to herself, Sheila decided to try the trick that Henry had used on her, and so, while suddenly placing her tongue on Claudia's cunt-and getting an electric reaction for her pains-Sheila kept her own little twat just out of reach of Claudia's tongue, which snaked out to its full length in a desperate effort to touch the pink girl-flesh, all folded and nice as it was.
Claudia was a good sport, and so, instead of asking Sheila to lower her cunt-something which Sheila would have certainly done, for she was not a hard-hearted girl-she kept bending her back and soft, smooth shoulders in an effort to get at the tantalizing flesh.
At last, she made contact, and ran her tongue along the edge of Sheila's pink labia, causing Sheila to shudder in pleasure even as her own tongue kept licking all along the rim of Claudia's dainty hole.
"Fun's fun," Sheila thought, "but I need that tongue on my twat!" and with this, she lowered her female area down to the height of Claudia's neck, so that it rested just on the other girl's chest and was readily available to her tongue.
That tongue wasn't long in coming, either, and soon each girl was desperately licking out the other, prying and poking her soft tongue into the other girl's female nooks and crannies.
Reversing, for some reason, the pattern that they had followed during the finger-fuck, Sheila found herself giving the most part of her attention to Claudia's actual hole, warm and inviting as it was, and dug around with her tongue in its very depths, while Claudia found herself working down around the clit of her girl-lover, and concentrating on the labia.
Of course, the pattern wasn't followed in any hard and fast manner, and as Sheila would pull her tongue sliding out of the hole so as to bring some cunt juice to her mouth, she would give a passing flick to Claudia's labia, so Claudia's tongue tip would often in an exploratory way probe into the inside of Sheila's body, but by and large, the pattern held.
The girl who was playing the more dominant, masculine role at the moment, was the one who penetrated the body of the lover, whether with her fingers, as Claudia did to Sheila the first time, or with her tongue, as Sheila was doing to Claudia. The girl who was playing the more female role concentrated on licking the other girl's clit, an organ which is, of course, analogous to the prick, though a great deal smaller-being only a round little button-and a great deal cuter.
The two girls meanwhile gyrated their bodies on top of one another to try and get some action for their aching, swollen breasts. Sheila had her hands on her own breasts, and was giving them-and particularly the nipples-a real workout, while Claudia was relying on the motion of Sheila's body to exercise hers.
Sheila's method had the advantage that it gave her more varied movements, while Claudia's had the advantage that the pleasure was caused by the lover.
They were almost there, they could feel it, and they could feel that it was going to be both together and big. This time it was less Sheila who set things off than had been the case with Claudia earlier, but this was natural enough, for though she had handled the active role very well this time, she clearly did not have quite the dominant personality that Claudia did.
They came so close together that they couldn't have decided if they'd had to who came first. Both of them suddenly found their bodies tensing, then releasing all at once in a series of shuddering spasms that tore through their bodies like a series of explosions.
As the pelvises heaved, each girl kept her face passionately mashed against the other's cunt, furiously lapping up the fast flowing female come, feeling with intense pleasure the soft hairy mound molding and pushing against their delicate features, at the heavenly smell that got even more intense.
And then it was over, as miraculously as any come ever ends, and the two girls surfaced for air, smiling at each other down the length of their bodies. Then they sat up on the bed as Claudia began to softly stroke Sheila's hair.
"Girl stuffs fun, huh?"
"With you, Claudia, it's the greatest, it really is. But isn't it a bit unnatural?"
"Only if one doesn't want to do anything else, but clearly you and I are a couple of chicks who really go for some nice thick cock, too. This is just nice as a sideline, though with you-cause I've done it a few times before-it's a really nice sideline."
Sheila giggled in reassured happiness, and put her arms around Claudia's shoulders.
"I don't think we'd better tell the boys this, do you?" she giggled, knowing the answer.
"No," Claudia said while wisely shaking her head. "I don't think we'd better. But as for the boys, how's this for an idea...?"
And Sheila's eyes opened wide as Claudia told her what the idea was.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Morning Sheila, you look fresh as a daisy. Sleep well?"
"Well, I don't know if you could call it sleeping," Sheila replied brightly as she and Arthur sat down for breakfast with the Fortescue's in the ship's dining saloon. "After all, good though I know Henry is, Arthur's pretty great in the sack too."
"Don't I know it," Claudia said with a knowing smile. "Don't you think it's great how the two men are just as good, even though their techniques are so different."
"Yeah. You know, boys," Sheila said turning to the men, "Your techniques really are suprisingly different.
As for the men, their mouths were hanging open in astonishment at this little exchange. Then the girls, who had planned this whole scene, both started giggling.
It dawned on the men at last that their wives had found out about their mutual infidelity, and taken it all in stride, as of course, was only natural, seeing as they were just as "guilty" as the men.
"Boy, you chicks are really great to tell secrets to, I'll bet," Henry said, and then everyone started to laugh.
"We're sorry if we've been mean," Claudia said, "But the idea was just too funny to resist. Also, there's something serious we've got to talk about."
"That sounds like a terrible start to a good breakfast," Arthur said, and it was true that the Faustina's galley staff, still nostalgic for the old North Atlantic run, prepared really great breakfasts.
"Maybe so, but I want to say it anyway. The little game of musical beds we've just had, has turned out fine, even though for years the idea that maybe the other person was cheating really annoyed both Henry and me. What made it all fun was the fact that we could tell each other about it, like Sheila and I have just done this morning. Once there's an element of trust, one sees that the presence of a cock in a strange cunt doesn't really matter at all. So, I think it's good to bring it all out in the open, so we can swap on a regular basis."
Sheila nodded her head in agreement, and Arthur said, "You see, Henry old man, the twats have been ganging up on us. Next thing you know, they'll only be after each other, and we'll be stuck out in the cold."
Both girls glanced away from the men for a second to keep from bursting out giggling. They'd decided they'd wait until their men got a bit more clued in on the morality of swapping before they told them about the lesbo angle. Men, they knew, are so possessive.
"Well, to express a masculine decision in the midst of all this gentle petticoat direction (and that's something we should try too, in my opinion) I think a bit of regular swapping is fine. What about you, Arthur?" Henry said.
"Sounds great to me. After all, I think each of us agrees that his wife has a delectable twat, but a bit of a change is nice too. Notice how although Sheila's a smaller girl than Claudia, in one sense, at least, Claudia's a smaller girl than Sheila."
The girls blushed at this discussion of their sweet little holes. Fortunately, they were all having a late breakfast, and the first class dining saloon was largely empty.
"What I think'll be nice," Sheila said, "will be doing it all together. There's more intimacy and trust that way, and besides ... it's really a sexy idea. My little twat is already just about to stain the upholstery of this chair."
"When shall we begin?" Claudia asked. It was obvious that the look on her face indicated that as far as she was concerned, the two possible choices of time were right after breakfast, and later that evening. She was far too sexy a piece to be able to put off getting some prick for very long.
"Let's make it tonight," Sheila said. "That way, we have all day to get sexy just thinking about it."
"Fine with me," Claudia said, "but I can't promise that around about four in the afternoon I won't find myself shoving a little something up my hole. You boys are absolutely forbidden to touch your whangers, though, cause Sheila and I want plenty of action."
"That's not fair. How do you know I won't want to beat off thinking about all the fun coming up?" Henry said.
"I do know you'll want to. That's why I've said you mustn't. That's the price you pay for having a prick instead of an ever-ready little cunt I mean, you guys are pretty damn strong in that department, but Sheila and I are going to take a lot of satisfying, aren't we, honey?"
"Shall we just swap among ourselves, or shall we go out in search of converts? I must have some kind of thing about old women, cause Mrs. Hilda Bromley really turns me on," Henry said.
"The more the merrier, though I think it would be fun if we kept the first formal swap just among us friends. That way we'll be confident old hands when it comes time to enlarge the group," Claudia said. She was already licking her chops at the idea of a swap with the Bromleys. Prof. Bromley was an old man, sixty at least, but he looked like one of those wiry old men who can still cut the mustard in bed, and who have picked up an amazing variety of tricks in the course of their lives.
That night, after dinner and some dancing, Arthur and Sheila, dressed in evening clothes as is the custom in first class, knocked on the door of the Fortescue cabin.
Claudia, who was also in evening clothes, opened the door to reveal what had been turned into a really delightful sort of swap boudoir. Somewhere or another she had dug up some red light bulbs and replaced about half of the original bulbs with these, so that the combined effect of red and ordinary light gave a dark, sexy, mysterious glow. On the bedside table were two ice buckets filled with vintage champagne, and little pillows were thrown here and there on the beds to make them look even more soft and inviting-as soft and inviting as the girls' cunts, if possible.
"Welcome to the land of sin and depravity," she smiled, in her sophisticated way.
Sheila and Arthur sat down on the edge of the berths, Arthur sitting next to Claudia, Henry next to Sheila, as they drank the first bottle of champagne, and discussed all the wonderful things that they wanted to do to one another in the hours to come.
As the last swallow of champagne went down, Claudia said, "That was nice, but not half as nice as what I'm going to be drinking. Arthur, did you know that your spunk has a most unusual taste?"
"I'm no great expert on male spunk, mine or anyone else's Claudia."
"Oh, I'll bet when you were a little boy alone, whenever you whacked off you'd put a bit of your own spunk in your mouth to see what it was like. That's what I did with my pussy fluid. Anyway, yours has a very nice taste, but a very peculiar one. Henry's is more conventional, though I think if I really had to drink a whole glassful, it might be his that I preferred."
By this time, Henry was paying too much attention to Sheila for him to really be able to listen to what his wife was saying. He was whispering dirty jokes in her delightful little ear, and when she giggled, with that delightful girlish giggle of hers, gently, he kissed her on the cheek. His hand reached up to the soft fabric of the evening dress, and he began to caress the even softer breast that was underneath it.
Arthur was about to get his paws on Claudia, too. The delightful creature was wearing a really plunging neckline, and he planted his face in the soft "V" and kissed, rubbing his lips against the soft female flesh.
It isn't easy to get your hand up a woman's evening dress, if it reaches to the floor, but Henry was succeeding, having had to start down at the ankle and then work up, gathering the folds of voluminous material on his wrist as his hand slid eagerly up towards the silky blonde triangle which he knew was waiting for him.
Sheila was wearing some sort of colored stockings that matched the dress, though the dress was sufficiently long so that it was hard to imagine how anyone could have seen them. Henry rather wished that he had been able to feel the cool creamy skin of her perfectly smooth leg instead, but there was something exciting about being separated from it by this thin layer of voluptuous fabric, and about the wait that had to be undergone before he could fully enjoy his prize.
Arthur was an enthusiastic breast man, and so he was not working his hands up Claudia's legs, but was worming them into her dress from above, without undoing it. That made the pressure on her nice proud breasts rather painful, but he could tell easily enough by the look in her liquid eye that she didn't mind the slight hurt one bit. And for Arthur, it was terribly exciting to have to force his hands against the fabric in order to fill them with the soft flesh. He was worming down, down, until a gasp from Claudia told everyone in the room (for Henry and Sheila were slyly peeping) that his fingers had at last reached the petal-like nipples, and were caressing them into their state of proper hardness.
Henry's hands could now feel the shapely knees, the rounded, luscious thighs, the skin between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of the panties-for Sheila had fortunately not succumbed to the frightful fashion for panty hose, the least sexy underwear in the world.
For a moment, he explored and played with the garter straps, working his Fingers between the elastic and the soft leg so that he could caress the skin into a state of raging excitement.
Sheila's nipples were already good and hard, and as Henry's hands were now both occupied beneath her skirt, she had to work her breasts over herself, pulling and squeezing them, and at last, fumbling down the zipper so that the pert little globes could pop into view and into the reach of her hands. It was heavenly, now, for her to fill her hands with the soft flesh, and to massage and rub it. It was heavenly to draw her Fingers across the hard nipples, sending shudders of pleasure down her spine. Of course, she would have preferred it if it had been Henry's hands, rather than her own, which were occupied there, but the things that those hands were doing under her dress were so nice that she certainly wouldn't have wanted them taken away from there. Her breasts' time would come.
Her cunt kept contracting in anticipation as Henry's probing fingers got nearer and nearer to it, obviously eager to tease and torture her little fun-button and her soft labia until she couldn't stand it any longer. In a situation like that, her twat would have been wet anyway, but the though of the little surprise she had prepared for Henry made it all the wetter. Sheila couldn't help giggling at the thought of it. Henry was too busy to pay attention to giggles, though.
He still had his pants on, and his prick was bulging in a merciless fashion against the confines of his pants, as the touch of Sheila's soft flesh made it go wild with the desire to be inside a soft cunt.
Sheila remembered in time how inconsiderate she had been in not liberating it, and so fumbled open the pants. WHANG! The big thick dick punched out the underpants furiously as it tried to point aggressively at Sheila's soft little hole. Then Sheila had the underpants down, and the prick came free at last, cooling off only slightly now that it was free of the clammy warmth of the underpants, and hungry for action. Sheila looked eagerly at the big prick, with its slightly bent but hard-as-iron shaft, its network of blue veins, and the big doorknob it had for a head.
She didn't want to set the thing off too soon, so she had to be careful, but that didn't prevent her from softly stroking the balls, which were now drawn up in a tight knot at the base, gorged with ball juice which they yearned to shoot into some moist female recesses.
The touch made Henry shudder, as he worked his hands slowly up to where he knew the panties had to be. He would enjoy pulling them off, he thought, so as to get at the tender girlflesh.
Meanwhile, Claudia and Arthur decided that they were so hot that they couldn't take much more playing around. Arthur's powerful fingers brought the zipper of Claudia's evening dress down with a run, and as she wasn't wearing any bra, that instantly brought her soft mounds into view, still bearing fast-fading red marks from the pressure his hands had brought to bear when working underneath the dress.
Claudia gasped in anticipation, as Arthur brought his tongue down towards one of the flaming tips. Then, to tease both the lovely woman whom he was fucking, and to tease himself, he kept the soft organ hovering just the faintest distance above the hard nub.
"Arthur, please, I've got to have your mouth on me right now," Claudia gasped, quite beside herself with passion.
Arthur was happy to oblige, but to prolong the delicious teasing he brought the tongue down not on the nipple itself, which ached for its touch and seemed to bulge upwards towards it to try and get at the hesitant tongue, but on the creamy skin of the breast, across which he started to pull it, drawing easy circles of saliva, and molding and pushing the soft female mound by the mere pressure of his tongue-tip.
Then, the circles closed in and in, so that Claudia could feel her already button-hard little clit tighten even more in anticipation of having the tongue at last where it belonged, that is, on the passionate little nipple. But for a long time Arthur just circled around the pink circle that marked the very outward extremity of the nipple, before at last zeroing in and lapping the anxious little thing.
Meanwhile, Henry's hands moved up and up, expecting to make contact with Sheila's panties. He thought that he could feel something-something silky, but it wasn't the panties. Something soft and delectable, something yielding and very, very wet.
Sheila wasn't wearing any panties! All the time that she had looked so demure on the dance floor in her long evening robe, she had been a hot little bitch in heat, with her exposed hole pointing straight down at the dance floor. The thought made Henry's prick quiver in anticipation of feeling those fine, soft cunt walls around it in the near future.
"You have a terrific cunt, honey," he whispered to Sheila, who was smiling now that her little surprise had been discovered at last. She knew she had a terrific cunt-Claudia had told her so-and she loved the pressure of Henry's hands on it.
In fact, it was so nice, that Henry hardly knew where to begin. The dainty, cotton-soft labia, now slick from pussy fluid, was inviting indeed, but his fingers remembered the soft depths of the hole itself, to say nothing of the cute, hard little clit. Certainly this first go would be a finger-off, both to permit his prick to save energy, and because he so enjoyed the feeling of soft cunt flesh on his fingers.
All of a sudden he pulled his fingers back and out of the dress. He held them in front of Sheila for an instant, before solemnly licking them. Then back they went, up the legs to the eager hole.
Now, he was able to get at Sheila's breasts properly, because the heavenly little girl had unfastened the dress, exposing them to his touch. The little nipples looked very tempting indeed, and he reached out with his tongue and gave them each a little lick that sent a tremor through Sheila's soft body. But inviting as they were, somehow that soft little mouth was even more tempting, and taking his lips away from one of the nipples, he kissed his way up the white, swan-like neck until he got to the mouth.
Sheila had a cute smile on her face, and Henry suspected that she was about to play some little joke on him, and sure enough, he was right.
His tongue snaked out, expecting to find the soft lips parting to receive it, but instead, they remained firmly closed. The joking refusal, and the challenge that it represented, turned him on even more. He shoved again, and this time managed to force his tongue between the playfully clamped lips. The pressure which they exerted was strangely erotic, and he thought to himself, "Talk about virginal lips!"
But Sheila was too sensual a little woman to be able to play little games of that sort for long, and soon her womanly hunger broke down her resistance, so that she was passionately squeezing his tongue with her own.
Then, she slid hers past his and into his mouth, so as to complete the french-kiss. He momentarily cursed himself for not having had the presence of mind to try her own little game on her, but soon the wave of passion that swept over him as her tongue skillfully teased the inside of his mouth made him forget any such thoughts. All he did instead was to work his hands even more eagerly on the soft labia, pulling and twisting the tender flesh in a manner that was now tender, now harsh, now tender again. And all the while, the pussy fluid dripped over his playful hand. He wanted to get a finger or two inside that little hole of hers, but at the moment those labia of hers were giving him such a good time that he felt he could wait on that.
Meanwhile, Arthur and Claudia were already rolling around passionately on their berth. Arthur had come to the exact opposite conclusion from Henry. He too agreed that the mouth of his partner looked inviting, but he thought that nothing in the world could possibly be as sweet as the pink nipples, except perhaps for the luscious labia.
So, he was sucking one of the nipples as if he were Claudia's little baby, and feeling up the other one with his right hand, while Claudia gasped and writhed in ecstasy. The other hand, it goes without saying, was already deep inside of Claudia's soft dark mysterious girl-hole.
It was interesting, Claudia thought, that he was going for the nipples and hole, instead of the mouth and labia, as Henry usually did at first. Later, Arthur would probably shift his attention to the things that Henry usually went for first, just as Henry's attention usually ended up where Arthur had started. Sheila had been right. The two guys, excellent cocksmen that they were, had really different techniques.
But one technique or another was usually just as effective on Claudia's super-willing female body, and she writhed in passion as Arthur continued to pry around inside her. In fact, the writhing made the prying all the better, for it forced the cunt sharply against the fingers in a most delightfully painful manner.
For both girls, the biggest trouble was keeping their hands off the guys' meat, which just seemed to be screaming out for a cool feminine hand. The women knew that the boys wanted to make a long evening of it, and that would mean a sixty-nine and a regular fuck in addition to the finger-off, and while they were both very potent, now that Arthur's little problem had been cured, neither girls wanted to humiliate her guy by asking for an immediate third shot that he might riot be immediately capable of. As they both knew, men's pride is pretty sensitive on that point. Furthermore, the guys got a real thrill from wringing the girls out while they stayed comparatively cool. There is something damn erotic about the feeling of having a girl come under you while you just look calmly down at her heavenly form with tender eyes.
So, although it wouldn't have taken much to get the guys' pricks blasting, the girls were trying to keep them from doing just that. Indeed, they even tried to keep their soft bellies from rubbing against the meat, for they knew how that can sometimes trigger a guy. But as the girls got hotter and hotter themselves, they got more and more eager to squeeze the gorged and quivering flesh.
Claudia concentrated on just gently tickling and squeezing the balls, while leaving the shaft alone. Of course, this was excruciating both for her hand, which ached to grab the big rod and press it until it fired its load of cream in big gobs all over her hand, and for the prick itself, which was really hungry to have just that done to it.
As for Sheila, she decided that if she were careful, she could give Henry's cock the occasional squeeze, but it required a fine sense of timing. Whenever he did something particularly nice to her little labia, she would cup the thick whanger in her fingers and gently squeeze. As she pressed, she could feel a sort of electric tension shoot through it, and could feel Henry's whole body tense, while his hand, which was working very near her dainty pink labia would give a sharp, rather painful pinch in their passion. One more squeeze would do it, she would realize, and so she would lay off the prick for a while until it had cooled off enough to be able to take another squeeze which nearly but not quite set it squirting.
Sheila thought the feeling of an excited male dork under her hand was incredibly exciting, and decided that some time she was going to have to ask either Arthur or Henry if she could simply jack him off. In fact, as she thought of the way Henry had made her come while just sitting on the bed, the idea of reversing the roles and giving a cool little feminine smile as a man spewed under the caress of her silky little hands.
Henry found each squeeze on his prick unbearable, and marveled each time that somehow it didn't set him off. Shit, how his prick and balls hungered for a come, but there was something exquisite about this waiting too.
"Well, you little bitch," he thought with a smile, "two can play at that game!" and he began to tease and tickle the labia in a particularly tantalizing way, causing a tremendous amount of pleasure to the pulsating little female organ, but somehow always leaving it with the maddening feeling that there was even greater pleasure to come.
By now, as Claudia could have predicted, he had his finger inside the warm little hole, and was up to his old tricks of giving hard little presses to the pink inside of the wet cunt, while the fluid dribbled all over his hand and onto the blankets that covered the berth.
Meanwhile, Arthur had shifted his attention too, and had drawn his own fingers out of a cunt that longed for their presence but also felt that it couldn't stand for that presence to last any longer. Arthur moved both hands down to the wet nest, and taking a labium in each hand, gave little simultaneous tugs to the soft girlflesh that sent spasms of pleasure and pain up Claudia's hole. He hardly cared if he was hurting her, because this tickling of the balls that he was getting was driving him wild, and because Claudia was giving variety to the action by taking what loose sac-skin there was-and tight as his balls now were, there wasn't much-and giving a sharp pinch with her fingers, sometimes digging in the long fingernails until it was a wonder that the scrotum didn't bleed. But Claudia was a past mistress, so to speak, at inflicting pleasure on men, and although she was aware that pain could be an important component of that pleasure, she also understood that with a normal man like Arthur, that pain had to be very carefully moderated to keep from annoying him. Several years ago she had known an old Viennese banker ... but that was another story.
Finger, finger, finger! Poke, poke, jab! Pull, pull, twist! Four bodies writhing on two beds only a couple of feet apart, husbands and wives, but not with each other! Skin next to sweaty skin, passionate female hands sliding on the smooth male backs or teasing the rampant, aching male pricks, and male fingers prying around in the delicious recesses of wet, impassioned femininity, pulling, and kneading, and molding, and shaping the soft pink girlflesh, which weltered in its own fluid as spears of sweet agony stabbed through the girl-bellies, and as lips or other fingers caressed nubs that felt they couldn't take a bit more touching, that were so sensitive that even the light touch of a bra would have been to harsh in ordinary circumstances, but that now with shuddering pleasure received the rough homage of male hands and the wet homage of slavering male lips.
Four impassioned bodies pushed almost up to the limit of their physical endurance, aching for a come, yet hoping that the come would never come so that this delicious suspenseful torture in the breasts and cunts and pricks and balls could go on forever.
"I ... I'm about to come," Sheila gasped, and as he heard this, Arthur went to work on Claudia's girl-parts with renewed, almost vicious intensity. It would be so nice if the two girls could be made to come together.
Sheila felt the tensing of her already knotted and twisted muscles, the heavenly sweetness in her soaking cunt, and then suddenly it was as if someone had punched her, as the powerful come beats pounded through her dainty body, making her shake like a leaf around the prying fingers of her lover, which were still inside her body, and which could feel through the cunt-walls every ripple in the young, totally sensual body. So intense was Sheila's come, and so intense, in consequence, was the pride which it caused within the man who had brought this delectable little creature to this pass, that Henry was within an ace of coming himself, and of firing his creamy spunk all over Sheila's white belly, though somehow he was able to hold himself back.
Both Arthur's frantic efforts on her cunt, and the knowledge that the lovely little Sheila was banging off on the bed next to her was enough to set Claudia off, and she shivered into a come which was no less powerful for the fact that it was somehow incredibly elegant Claudia was all woman, all right, and Arthur could feel the strong shudders of her vagina, but it was a different kind of come from the one he had experienced when fucking his wife last night There was something controlled about it, something feline and totally sensual, unlike the frantic shudders of little Sheila, who was always hot to trot but in a more girlish sort of way.
Then, the beats had died away, and the two women lay relaxed and satisfied in the arms of the men. But if they were relaxed and satisfied, the men were all a bundle of knots, for the pleasure of feeling the girls whang off hadn't done anything to make their own pricks grow any less furious. They needed a fuck, and they needed it now. But there was an impish expression on Claudia's face, for she liked to tease men who were eager for her box, and she knew that the men, too, really liked the agony of waiting every bit as much as they said they hated it.
"Champagne, anyone?" she asked as she pulled herself out of Arthur's arms and reached for one of the bottles in the silver bucket.
CHAPTER FIVE
While the champagne was being drunk, the men's pricks remained almost perfectly rigid, partly because they had gotten so incredibly worked up while giving the girls that finger-off, partly because the girls themselves, with that exhibitionism which is the most characteristic female thing there is, managed to sit up in such a way that the still dripping pink mouths of their cunts were fully visible.
The champagne was good and cold, but as they sipped it the couples thought of the nice warm fluid which they would soon be lapping. It wasn't as expensive as champagne, and it wasn't bubbly, but that didn't make it any less good. The girls licked their lips at the thought of the thick male spunk, while the guys ran their tongues over their chops at the thought of all the pussy fluid which they were slated to get. Of course, the girls hadn't had anything like that all evening, while the men had had the opportunity to lick their fingers, but that wasn't nearly as good as getting it from one's tongue right at the soft, pink, crinkly source between the girls' legs.
Claudia tossed off the last swallow of champagne, and lay herself invitingly down on the bed without saying a word. Sheila lay down in a purring little ball, inviting some strong masculine arms to pull her out into the right position to be fucked.
"Ten to one Arthur gives me a straight fuck this time instead of a sixty-nine. He looks like the kind of guy who digs the oral action, but really goes for the straight stuff when he's as turned on as he is now."
Claudia hadn't been fucked by a couple of dozen guys in her young life for nothing, and Arthur grabbed his gorged prick in anticipation of sticking it in Claudia's hole. But no one is ever completely predictable.
"How about some top riding, Claudia. You go for that?"
The fact that Arthur would be willing to participate publicly in a sexual position that gave the woman the aggressive role showed how sure of his masculinity he had become again since Claudia had gotten him back on the tracks only the day before. As for Claudia, she loved variety, and was game for anything. Also, she fancied herself as a pretty good top-rider.
"Fine by me, Arthur," she said softly, as he spread himself out on the bed, holding his massive prick aloft with one hand on the turgid root. The cock was so gorged and anxious that to hold it straight up like that, bent away from the body, so to speak, was slightly painful, but it was pain that would be amply compensated by the pleasure which Claudia's skillful cunt was about to give to him.
Claudia squatted above him and gradually worked her dripping hole down towards the massive knob. A drop of pussy fluid fell on Arthur's stomach, and the sight of it glistening there put even more starch into his aching pole. She probed around, to make sure that the cock was between the lips, and could plunge right in without harming her, and then she squatted down upon it, taking the big shaft a bit at a time.
Only her great skill prevented the so-long-deprived whanger from going off right then and there. And there was a second when she thought that it was going to. But Arthur gritted his teeth and hung on, until she had sat down upon him, taking the tool all the way to the root.
Then, she started to lift herself again, with the cock slowly sliding out of her. Then down once more.
For Arthur, not merely were the physical sensations fantastic, but there was an intense pleasure in the variety that was being offered. He'd been top-ridden a couple of times in his life, and found that by and large, other positions were better, but top-riding was like some kind of dessert or liqueur that one only has now and then, and normally doesn't care for, but finds heavenly from time to time.
Sheila and Henry watched the other couple get into action and couldn't hold themselves back no longer. What Henry wanted right now was a good sixty-nine, and that was just what Arthur's little blonde wife was dying to give him. Her twat was already dripping at the thought of his tongue slurping around down there, driving the tender girl flesh to the very pinnacle of cunty desire.
As for Henry, he was like Arthur in that his prick was almost literally dying for some action. That finger stuff had been nice-he sometimes said that he could never get enough of it-but it had driven his prick right up the wall. The only way it could be helped now was to have a chance to blast off inside some girl. Whether inside the cunt or the mouth didn't make a great deal of difference to him. He thought that both were almost equally nice.
For a moment he kept his whanger hanging just above Sheila's face, but he was in no state to want to play teasing games. He had to have some action, now!
As she took the long, hard dork in her mouth, Sheila realized, like Claudia with Arthur, that she would have to be very careful least her lover come long before her. Both the girls, after all, had had a good come already, and though they were the sort of hot multi-orgasmic chicks who were always ready for more, their little twats were nowhere near as desperate as the men's swollen cocks.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she thought, as she placed her coral pink lips around the shaft. Moving her face forward, she allowed the dick to run far back in her mouth until it was almost about to push into her throat. It wasn't easy for her to maneuver her tongue with her mouth full of prick, but she managed to do it anyway, gently running the tongue along the tender underside of the prick as it lay in her mouth. Mmmmm, that really did feel good, though it would feel better in a few minutes when that swollen meat was inside her pussy!
Henry could hardly stand the pressure of Sheila's soft lips and gentle little tongue on his tool. For a moment, he kept his tongue away from the soft, inviting girl-folds, because he was afraid the exciting touch of such incredibly delightful, incredibly female flesh would be enough to send him off. But then his hunger for twat got the best of him, and with the tip of his tongue, he gently prodded the crinkly pink labia. The thrill he got in response from Sheila showed to him that he wasn't the only person who was getting worked up, and that it wouldn't take too much tongue action of that quality to have her little twat explode.
At first, Henry limited his tongue motions to little jabs, making no attempt to actually lap the already moist skin. Every time he made a little indentation in the tender flesh, Sheila's legs tensed a little. She had evidently very sensitive thighs, and Henry decided to pay them a little attention, by running his tongue over them and in the fold of skin between the mount and the joint of the leg. The response from the little woman was gratifying, though of course, those secondary areas are never quite like the cunt itself, or the tender pad of flesh that is to be found between clit and slit.
It was to this area that Henry now directed his attention, while Sheila sucked away on his prick and balls until he thought he would have to scream.
Meanwhile, Claudia was continuing her even up and down strokes on Arthur, continuing with that sweeping motion of hers that made men whom she was top-riding grate their teeth in ecstasy.
For Arthur, who had put so much skillful work into fingering her off, there was something blissful about being able to lie there passive and leave all the work and responsibility to the woman, particularly when the woman was as cunning at top-riding as was Claudia.
Needless to say, neither man was in a position to give the proper attention to his girl's breasts, even though the breasts ached for attention. On Claudia's downstrokes, Arthur was able to reach up and poke Claudia's firm, nice tits, but that was about all. But fortunately, the girls were pretty much able to take care of themselves in that department. Claudia had both of her breasts cupped in her hands, and was running teasing fingers over the nipples, sometimes giving them loving but painful little flicks. Sheila, meanwhile, had her hands on the sides of her breasts, which were crushed down harshly under Henry's belly, and was molding and rubbing them, so that the furiously glowing tips rubbed against his underside.
As Henry sucked away on Sheila's twat, he admired again the incredibly dainty female smell emanating from the delicate little hole that had only been introduced into the mysteries of the prick a day earlier-and by him, at that! He had had enough of this teasing of the labia, now he wanted to go for the hole, itself, though he'd probably be out again before the fuck was over. He always liked to trigger a woman with a good vigorous licking on the clit, which he thus avoided touching until the last moment, but for the time being, he wanted to feel that cunt around his tongue!
There are few things more flexible than a cunt, of course, but Henry could still feel a certain resistance by the labia as he pressed in.
Sheila's little twat was so delightful that Henry felt that he would like to keep his tongue in it forever, even if all he were allowed to do was to keep it motionless in there, surrounded by the female warmth and moisture. But it sure as hell wasn't motionless in there now. First, he slid it as deep into the girl-hole as he could, ramming the tongue out until it couldn't stretch anymore. Then he would draw it back quickly, pulling it almost out of the trembling flesh, before slowly sticking it back in.
The result of this alternate fast-slow on Sheila was to make her want to wring her legs together in pleasure. Certainly, she knew he must know of how much delight he was bringing to her warm little twat-it was wet enough, at any rate! And he was making the most of that wetness, slurping it in with his tongue whenever he pulled the tongue back into his mouth, or sucking it up directly from the cute girl-hole itself. The feeling of Sheila's pert little curly pubic hairs, as they brushed against his adoring face, made his prick grow all the hotter in her mouth, where it was now stewing in her saliva, as her tongue ran up and down the bottom and sides of the organ as best it could, given the cramped space inside the mouth, and as she pulled her face back and forth so that the tight lips pulled along the veined shaft, coating it with a thin layer of lipstick.
"Man, does that Claudia babe know how to fuck a guy or what?" Arthur thought, as the motions of Claudia on his fevered prick became ever more and more insistent. He could feel a slight suction caused by the pussy fluid as the tight cunt walls pulled back and forth along the rod, just as he could feel the tickling sensation caused by the labia, which were pulled and shaped by the pressure on her whole cunt area.
Claudia believed in giving a man his money's worth, and so she really bottomed out each time, so that she could feel the hard nuts under her ass, and the prodding tip of the whanger against the doors of her little uterus.
She wished that somehow Arthur were able to get at her breasts properly, for the heavy, swollen things ached to receive a man's rough touch. But she was doing a pretty fair imitation of a man, anyway, handling her soft flesh roughly, and showing her little nipples no mercy, so that she felt that her breasts couldn't take any more mauling, though that was just what she continued to give them.
She felt that she would have to come soon, and knew that it wouldn't be any trouble arranging to have Arthur come simultaneously with her. The big problem had been keeping him from banging off too soon, so excited had he been. Now that she was in control by virtue of the position which she had chosen, she had the responsibility of applying that just slightly different pressure which would be enough to make his dork squirt its creamy load of spunk deep inside her pink girl-organs!
With Henry, the responsibility was his. He knew that by attention to Sheila's hitherto neglected clit, he could set her off as easily as if he'd turned a switch, but he had to time it just right so that the highpoint of each of their comes coincided.
What made things a bit trickier was that both couples wanted to come together, too, and there was the risk that each of them would be paying so much attention to them as to blow the right moment with his partner. Certainly, the desire of both couples to come at once protracted the fuck considerably, since each kept watching the other, waiting until they had started so as to then be able to trigger his own partner.
Finally, Arthur couldn't hold it back any longer. Claudia could feel his cock quiver in that nerve-twisting pre-come ecstasy, and then he was firing away. She could feel the contractions in his rod as rippling surges of energy sent the goo in big gobs right into her twat.
The action of Arthur's balls, as they pumped themselves dry set off quite a chain reaction. Claudia's twat, once it felt the action of Arthur's prick, started firing, and as Henry became aware, from the corner of his eye that the other couple was coming, he began to furiously lick Sheila's little button-like clit, setting her off almost at once, while a responding pressure right where the knob joined the shaft had him pulsing his male spew right into Sheila's delicate mouth.
Two couples going off almost simultaneously. Female hands clutching desperately at male bodies! Male pricks throbbing away into female orifices, cunt and mouth! Shudders of agonized pleasure driving four people straight up the wall!
Come, come, come! The men had been so long deprived, having had to leave their pricks inactive while giving pleasure to the women in the finger-off. Now, although the women were certainly having a good time, this was really the men's moment, the moment of fantastic release, as their balls unburdened themselves of their load of spunk.
Sheila tried to say something, but realized that her mouth was still full of prick and come, the prick lying like a pig in a sty in the creamy, gooey fluid. A few quick swallows took care of that, and she eased the prick out of her mouth.
"Man," she said, "you guys really weren't kidding when you said that you really needed that!"
"Yea-ah," the men said in unison.
"Let's have another bottle of champagne," said Claudia. She was being tactful, then she added, "I'm really thirsty." Of course, the real point of the champagne break was to allow the boys to really work up their powers again. This would be particularly helpful in Henry's case, for Arthur was just slated for a sixty-nine, and one can have one of those on a really mediocre erection. But Henry hadn't yet had his true fuck, and it was clear from the glint in his eyes that he meant to have one!
As they drank the straw-colored wine, Arthur said, "You know, it was really cruel of the girls to make us wait so long for that."
He said it in an impish manner that indicated that he didn't believe for an instant what he was saying.
"What's he up to?" Claudia wondered, though she thought that perhaps she had an inkling of a suspicion.
"Yes, you're right," agreed Henry. It was obvious that he was in cahoots with Arthur, and that the two men had planned a special surprise, the nature of which the girls didn't know. "In fact, I think that we should punish them a bit, don't you?"
"Punish...?" the two girls chorused.
"Yes," Arthur said, "punish. Nothing severe, nothing that a husband doesn't have the right to administer to his wife or to a friend's wife...."
"No more than twenty-five swats on the delectable ass with the bare hand," Henry added, winking at Arthur. The girls could see that this had all been well planned, and that there wasn't much that they could do to escape from the discipline which the men intended to impose on them. But as they fearfully eyed the big strong arms and the large palms, they weren't even so sure they wanted to escape it. There was a very definite wetness about their twats....
"Now wait a minute," Claudia said, but she wasn't allowed to finish. Already her husband's strong hands had grabbed her about the waist and lifted her onto his knee, with her creamy ass upturned to receive the reddening slaps.
"Arthur and I agree that domestic discipline is such an intimate expression of love that it should not be done on a swapping basis. Don't you agree, Claudia, dear?" And with this his hand came down in a resounding slap that filled the whole cabin.
"I said, don't you agree?"
Claudia, whose ass was really smarting from that first blow figured that this was not the time for arguments with her husband, so she gulped and said, "Yes, dear."
"Glad you agree." And another stinging slap came down on the flesh, that already bore in red the clear imprint of Henry's palm.
Meanwhile, Arthur had Sheila over his lap and was whaling away with all his strength.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The soft buttocks trembled under the rain of blows. Arthur and Henry switched hands quickly from one cheek to the other. Arthur believed in changing regularly with each blow. Henry thought the discipline was better if there was an element of uncertainty in it.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The two girls were frantically kicking their legs, and trying to wriggle, but strong male hands on their delicate waists held them securely in place.
The men were sure as hell not pulling their punches, and the girls felt that their asses were on fire. Anything would be better than this rain of blows, they thought, and yet, each wallop brought a new and tighter contraction to their wet and excited cunts, and the painful way in which their soft breasts swung down was somehow just as much fun.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! If only the men would stop for an instant to play with their fully exposed slits, they were sure that they would come, but the men were too carried away, and enjoying themselves too much to be able to think of any such thing.
Three more slaps, each harder than the last, and suddenly, the punishment had stopped. The girls felt tears trickling down their cheeks, and when the men saw this, they began to wonder if they hadn't carried the joke a little too far. After all, the girls hadn't done anything whatsoever to merit the punishment (the finger-offs had been just as much the men's idea, and the men had enjoyed waiting) while the unoffending asses were now flame-red. But there was a dreamy expression on the girls' faces that indicated that the men had not miscalculated. Henry bent down and kissed first the quivering red ass, then his wife's cheek, kissing away the crystal tears. Arthur did likewise, and suddenly both men had taken their women in their arms and were comforting and consoling the soft creatures, who clung close to them, relishing the warmth and strength of their men.
"Oh, Arthur, that was mean, but I do hope you'll do it again sometime," Sheila gasped through her tears as her husband stroked her long hair.
"What about you, Claudia, are you mad at me?" Henry asked as he gently rocked his wife in his arms.
"It hurt a lot, but you've no idea how feminine it made me feel!"
Certainly, administering the discipline had made the men feel good and masculine, as was apparent from the furious stiffness of their pricks. In fact, when the two men had been talking about the swap session over in the first class lounge while having brandy and cigars, Arthur, who suggested the spanking, suggested that it would be a good way for them to get ready for action again.
This extra benefit certainly wasn't lost on the girls.
"If giving me a spanking can get you in this state so fast," Claudia said, giving her husband's prick a squeeze, "I'm willing to sacrifice my ass for my cunt any time."
The couples paired off again, since obviously at a swap party it would be sort of dumb for husbands and wives to fuck each other. But it was obvious that the spankings had created such feelings of mutual tenderness and love that the husbands and wives were hardly willing to part with each other. But there was more stuff to do, and since both women and men wanted a sixty-nine and a regular fuck each, and since the two swap-couples had each started a different one, the only way everyone could be satisfied was by going on with the swap.
For Henry, the thing he most wanted to do was to get his whanger-which was now as stiff as it had ever been, thanks to the tanning he had given his wife's hide-into that delectably soft and delicate little hole of Sheila's. For a moment, he couldn't decide what position to use, until he realized that he and Sheila had never done a rear-entry together before, and that it was probable that she'd never had one at all, for the fuck which Arthur had given her the night before, once Claudia had restored his manhood, was likely to have been a frantic, straightforward sort of affair.
"How about dog-style?" he asked. Sheila smiled and nodded her head in agreement. Whatever Henry chose-and she believed that it should be up to the man to decide such things-she was sure that it would be very pleasurable indeed for her trembling little cunt.
So, without having to be told what to do-for the name of the position was descriptive enough-she was up on her hands staring at him, so to speak, with the round opening of her little cunt. As he stared back he could see the little drops of pussy fluid hanging on the curly blonde girl-moss, and what was better, he could see the angry redness where this little girl had had her ass properly warmed. His already stiff prick gave an extra surge, as he readied it.
In fact, Sheila's clean little asshole looked inviting too, and he was tempted to shove his meat in there and surprise her, but he figured that he'd better not try without having any lubricants handy. Certainly the cunt was well enough lubricated, there could be no doubt about that!
As Sheila rested on her knees and forearms, she avoided the urge to look around, for she rightly figured that for a girl the best part of this position, almost, is the moment of surprised contact, when the hard dork slides in.
She gave a little gasp as it went in, sliding on the love juice, sliding, sliding, until it could go no further. For all her daintiness, she had a fairly wide cunt, but it wasn't particularly deep, and it felt as if the big tool were sticking all the way through her.
Then, Henry drew it back, so as to be able to slide it home again, at that slow, deliberate pace which he somehow managed to make so exciting.
Meanwhile, the soft and inviting breasts had not been left unattended. His strong hands cupped the precious hanging globes, softly pressing them up against Sheila's body, then rubbing them around in circles. The thumbs and forefingers had the nipples, of course, and were gently massaging them into even more frantic hardness, while Sheila gently moaned.
In and out, in and out, went the big prick, and Sheila could feel the waves of sweetness wash over her. It was really too delightful to feel that long hard thing in her body, sliding back and forth, jangling her nerves, sucking the labia in and out, while her little breasts got all the attention that they could possibly desire.
Meanwhile, Arthur was drinking in Claudia's wonderful girl-smell, and something else besides, namely her luscious love juice! But his prick was not in her mouth.
"I'd like to try something different from a regular sixty-nine," Claudia had told him. "How about if I stroke your prick off with my hand. It'll be just as nice as having it inside my mouth, I promise!"
Arthur had been a bit dubious about the idea, but he thought he'd go along with it for awhile, at least, and wasn't regretting his decision a bit! Claudia had somewhere or other picked up a fantastic knowledge of how to beat a guy off, and was applying that knowledge in a way that was making Arthur swallow hard several times in succession so as to be able to keep control of himself.
Basically, she was just running her hand up and down his prick, but there was a way she had of squeezing at just the right moment which was enough to drive any male out of his damned mind.
And, of course, the other hand was busy tickling and pulling on his balls, which by now were so excited that they were jerked up in a tight knot beneath his shaft.
For a girl, one of the best parts of a sixty-nine is the feeling of the spunk shooting into her mouth. And Claudia didn't want to miss that, so she had gotten the prick pulled down at such an angle that it would hopefully fire into her mouth when the time came.
Meanwhile, Henry and Sheila were getting more and more frantically worked up, as he rammed his big tool in and out with greater and greater speed and enthusiasm, and as her twat filled more and more with cunt juice.
The little clit was getting all the action it could want from the labia, for each stroke caused them to pull back and forth across it, sending waves of pleasure through her cunt. Henry's prick felt wonderfully hard and vigorous, and it was obvious that it was in prime condition. The spanking that he had administered to Claudia had gotten it as excited as anyone could possibly want, while at the same time it was not so supercharged as to be in danger of going off at any second, as had been the case after the finger off. So Sheila could groan around and wiggle a lot without fear of the consequences.
As Arthur lapped away at Claudia's twat, he couldn't help thinking, "What's she got in there, a damned river?" But any thinking was difficult, with the way she was manipulating his prick. And every now and then, her pink little tongue would dart out and rub itself all over the bullet-hard head, sending new thrills through his body.
Of course, the fact that she had both hands pretty much occupied with his meat-one hand doing the stroking, the other pulling and pinching the balls-meant that she wasn't able to give her breasts all the attention they would have liked, but with the things Arthur was doing with his tongue, that was alright. From time to time she was able to sneak one of her hands away to pinch one of her nipples, or circle languidly over the creamy surface of the swollen globe.
"What a tongue that Arthur has!" she thought, and it was true. First it would pry into the depths of her wet hole, then it would come out again and either dart into his mouth, or rub along the labia, mixing the cunt juice from deep down in the twat with the cunt juice glistening on the surface. Then it would gently flick the frantic little clit, before going back to the hole, somehow leaving behind a delicious feeling that was compounded of both satisfaction and dissatisfaction, of fulfillment and frustration.
She was going to be coming, very soon, and so she gave a couple of extra passionate squeezes to his rod, which felt incredibly sexy now that it was compressed between a woman's soft fingers. Yep, that had him almost there ... almost, almost....
Then her cunt was heaving as the come-spasms rippled through her, and she felt him press his face into the luscious mound, the tongue still slurping away on the now fast-flowing cunt juice.
Another squeeze and his prick was firing. There was something fascinating, and incredibly sexy, about being able to actually see it as it trembled in her hand and shot forth its load in powerful beats.
In fact, she was so carried away by the sight that her hand trembled, and not all of the gunk went into her mouth as she had intended, some of it landed in big drops on her chin and even her breast.' But she managed to swallow what she did catch, and as he finished, and as her own body shuddered to a rest, she dipped her finger in the little pools of come and then stuck it lovingly in her mouth.
Henry and Sheila weren't quite with them this time, because Henry had given a really leisurely fuck that had drawn the pleasure out and out, until finally Sheila had gasped, "Henry, oh damn, Henry, Make me come ... this is too heavenly, I just can't stand it!!" And always a gentleman willing to oblige the ladies, he had given a final, deeper thrust that had set her driving away, as he continued to mash her breasts and fire away inside of her, in hard, powerful beats that sent gob after gob of come into her soft body.
Then they were finished too, and Henry gently withdrew his prick from Sheila's now super-tender cunt. Mind you, his prick was pretty sensitive too. And both couples flopped down on the bed for a moment, until Claudia sat up suddenly and said, "Put on some bathrobes everyone, and Arthur and Sheila, you go hide in the bathroom. We're clean out of champagne, and I'd better have the steward bring us some more!"
The next bottle of champagne was enough to make everyone, and particularly the girls, more than a little bit drunk. The girls started to giggle, and felt more and more tempted to let the boys in on the one thing that they didn't know yet-the fun that Sheila and Claudia were able to have in one another's arms.
In the first place, the nice thing about this whole swapping scene was the trust that it involved. Compared to real, sneaky adultery, there was no sense of guilt or anything else marring the fun. Everyone could laugh and drink champagne together. Secondly, each girl, now that she had been so thoroughly fucked tonight by a man couldn't help thinking that the gentleness of a lesbian fuck would be the perfect way to round off a thoroughly delightful evening.
"You know, it's funny," Sheila said cautiously, "how different boys are from girls...."
"Vive la difference!" Arthur said a bit thickly.
"No, what I mean is the way there are things that girls do that would mean something totally different if they were done by guys."
"F'rinstance?"
"Well," Claudia suddenly broke in, "take sex between girls, a really common phenomenon, by the way. Now to want to have sex with another guy, a man has to be queer. But most girls so like the feeling of their own femininity that they like the occasional fling with another chick, without being any the less normal and healthy for all that."
"Is that so?" Henry asked with a trace of relish. Claudia sensed that he might have already guessed what was coming. "What do they do to each other, these chicks, I mean?"
"Oh," Claudia said unconcernedly, "things like this." And so saying she reached her lips out towards Sheila, who was kneeling on the same bed. Sheila reached hers out in turn, and the petal like mouths gently touched.
"Wow!" the two men said in unison. Whatever reservations they might have had about lesbian love were crumbling away at the incredibly sexy sight in front of them.
Claudia now had her hands on Sheila's breasts, gently cupping them, and Sheila had hers on Claudia's. Then one of Claudia's hands released the soft globe it was holding, which plopped back against Sheila's chest, while Sheila reached all the more eagerly for Claudia's hardening pink nipples. Claudia's free hand now trailed down her friend's body until it found the soft nest between Sheila's legs.
The men could see a shiver run through the little blonde's body as Claudia's silky fingers reached through the fun-cleft to the passionate little clit.
The sight of their wives had the two men incredibly excited, even though the previous comes that they had had exhausted their whangers enough to prevent them from really becoming erect. Well, just looking on was good enough.
The mouths of the two girls were glued together, and the men could see the cheeks work under the pressures of the tongues that were engaging in a wild French.
As for the girls, the thought that their husbands were watching them made the lesbian embrace all the more delightful, for like all women they were exhibitionists at heart.
Sheila's clit was tingling, and Claudia's fingers were doing everything they could to keep it tingling, even as Sheila's soft pussy juice dribbled over Claudia's fingers.
Sheila had taken her hands from Claudia's breasts, so that the breasts could mash together nipple to nipple in a delightfully feminine and loving embrace. It goes without saying that the once petal-soft nipples were now hard and sensitive from the proximity of the other girl.
Both Arthur and Henry gaped and gaped as they watched the sight before them. It was not just that they were astonished to witness something which they had never seen before-and they had both been around enough in their lives for it to be somewhat unusual for them to now see something for the first time-but that they were carried away by the delicate beauty of what they were watching. For two men to make love is a grotesque and obscene act, but when two women do it, nothing could appear more natural or tender.
Sheila's hands were now between Claudia's legs too, though she had reached around from the back and was poking her fingers forward. The two men assumed that the girls were going to finger each other off, and in fact the girls got so carried away that that's what they also figured they were going to do. But suddenly Claudia pulled her mouth away from Sheila's and said, "Let's gamahuch."
"What's a gamahuch?"
"Something I read about once in a book. It doesn't sound too difficult, and I think it should be a lot of fun!"
In fact, both of the men had heard vaguely about gamahuching, and they craned their necks forward to get a good look at what it really was.
Claudia lay down on the bed, and Sheila lay in the other direction, so that the two cunts were staring at each other eye to eye, so to speak. Sheila had figured that she should keep her legs spread, and the men got a nice view of her moist pink girlflesh.
"Good heavens," Arthur said to Henry, "do girls have reservoirs in there or what?"
"These two do, that's for sure, but don't knock it. Next to the smell I think that that's the nicest part!"
Claudia was now scooting up to Sheila, cunt leading the way. She had turned on her side, so that her legs could pass one over and one under Sheila's right leg. That way, with a few more scoots, she was able to bring her cunt up so that it was actually touching Sheila's cunt.
Sheila gasped at the contact of labia on her labia, Claudia's moist labia on her labia. It was the most intimate way a girl could possibly make love to a girl, she thought.
This last sight put just enough starch in the men's pricks-worn out as they were by all the recent fucking-for them to be able to use the "flat-hand" technique of masturbation, for it only requires a rather mediocre erection. Needless to say each worked on his own prick, and they had eyes only for the girls, for both men were sexually completely normal and hetero.
Now, with half-jiggling, half-stroking movements, Claudia, who was playing the dominant role, since it suited her best, was rubbing her rather large labia against Sheila's sweet little labia, while each girl frantically worked on her own breasts. Sheila had a moment of inspiration, and cupping one of her breasts in her hand, moved it up towards her head so that by craning her neck she was just able to reach the nipple with her tongue. Claudia immediately did likewise.
It was an odd sight in cabin B-57 as the Faustina plowed on through the Pacific night. Two healthy, pretty young women were each rubbing their soft cunts against one another, while their husbands looked on and beat their own meat.
The pleasure in both cunts grew more and more intense, and there was a real slooshing sound, so wet had the tender skin become. Both girls felt a gathering in their loins, a sort of tension, and then, for the fourth time in the course of the evening, they were climaxing.
Lesbian lovemaking! Girlstuff! Two mounds mashing against each other as they fired, each girl reveling in the feeling of the other's soft femininity, as the rippling shudders tore through the tender bodies, while the two girls grabbed at each other with their entwined legs and gasped for breath to keep from being drowned in the ocean of sweetness that was pouring over them.
And on the other berth, two men, each, as far as he was concerned, alone with the spectacle, felt their gorged pricks shudder off in their hands, trying to pump even though there was nothing left to pump!
As Arthur put it, as he and Sheila left to head back to their own cabin, "You know, kids, that was a hell of a great evening!"
CHAPTER SIX
"You know, Hilda, it really is amazing all the sorts of things that people do behind closed doors," Sheila said, dipping her pretty little feet into water as she sat on the edge of the swimming pool.
"Like what?" Hilda asked with a good-natured smile. She liked this little nymph whom she and her husband had gotten to know quite well in the last several days. She half suspected that this remark of Sheila's was a come on, and as a woman of considerable experience, she was all ears. Sheila was wearing a cute little polka-dot bikini, and Hilda noted admiringly the way the fabric was filled out by the soft breasts. It would be nice to touch those breasts, she thought "Oh-like wife-swapping, for instance," Sheila said coyly, looking down into the blue water as it sloshed from side to side of the pool with the easy roll of the old Faustina as she knifed through the blue of the Pacific, brave in her white paint.
Sheila found her own little twat quite excited. If she was half animal she was also half little girl, and the way she was "seducing" this other woman caused a wet little circle on her bikini panties where they ran between her delicious legs.
"Do you speak from experience? I sure hope so."
Sheila giggled. "Oh Hilda-w-e-l-l, YES!"
There it was, she had said it, what would be the reaction?
"Have you an exclusive little group, or are new members welcome?"
"New members as good looking as you sure are," Sheila thought to herself. Hilda Bromley must be in her mid to late fifties, she reckoned, but she was still an incredibly elegant, very feminine woman. Claudia would be like her one day "Well, Hilda, as a matter-of-fact, new members really are. There are just two couples now, and we'd like a larger group."
"Sheila, you're the sweetest little thing. I've been propositioned before, but never so nicely. Jack and I would be delighted to join you. We're swappers from way back, and in fact were just starting to look around and see if we could get something going on the ship. You won't be disappointed with Jack. He may be in his sixties, but he has one of those pricks that goes right on till the guy croaks, and I swear, sometimes it seems to me that it gets harder every year."
"I'll bet he's picked up some interesting techniques in the time he's been around," Sheila said with a sly smile.
"Honey, he's so good that when he's finished with me for the night, I feel as if my cunt's been run through a mangle!"
Elsewhere in the ship, Arthur was being a bit less successful with the other couple that they had decided to recruit. It was felt that a total of four couples would be the perfect number, since it allowed a wide range of possibilities, without losing the intimate quality which everyone liked. Sheila had volunteered to go for the Bromleys, since she was already a fairly good pal of Hilda's, and since Hilda seemed like that kind of mature woman who has a real soft spot (right between her legs!) for dainty young twat. Arthur had been appointed to try and bring the Darmfells into the little circle.
Pete Darmfell was pretty cool to the idea, which Arthur only expressed to him in the most general terms, talking about how he bet there was plenty of swapping going on aboard the ship, and so forth.
"Sounds pretty degenerate to me," Pete said. His wife, who was standing nearby, lowered her eyes, however, and cooed, "Oh, I don't know, it might be fun just once-"
Arthur had let the topic drop, and talked of other things. When he conferred back with the others, they discussed whether to try to find a replacement for the Darmfells.
"I'm sorry to let them go," Henry said, 'That Tessie Darmfell has a nice body, and I bet she has a nice cunt, too, just the right size and shape. Now listen, Arthur, you said she sounded half interested. Now here's what I suggest we do-"
At ten o'clock that evening, the Darmfells knocked on the Burkes' cabin door. Arthur had called them up and suggested they drop round for a little Champagne and strawberries. They were, of course, in their evening clothes, and expected nothing more exotic than a little snack and chat.
What they saw when the door was opened made their jaws drop open. Sheila and Arthur, Claudia and Henry, and Hilda and Jack were all there naked as jays, except that Claudia had an open flimsy nightdress on to make her look even more appetizing. Henry and Arthur were exploring Hilda's lush, womanly body, Henry gently kissing the large brownish nipples, Arthur poking around with his finger in the cunt, every now and then taking the finger out from the mature crevice to sniff and lick it. Meanwhile, old Prof. Jack Bromley looked like a cat in catnip. He was sitting on the bed with Sheila gently stroking and licking his prick, and Claudia giving him a French kiss.
"Come on in, the party's just starting," Sheila said to the astonished guests.
"The champagne is in the bucket on the bedside table, though we thought that we'd have to get all warmed up before we could really appreciate it," Claudia said with a smile, as she took her mouth away from Jack's. Henry had once told her that he suspected that she liked champagne almost as well as she liked sex, and the remark wasn't too far-fetched.
Pete Darmfell's first reaction was to want to slam the door on the whole degenerate scene, but he had a funny sense of propriety, and figured that an explanation of why he and his wife couldn't stay was called for. And since he couldn't leave the door open, exposing the sexy antics to anyone who happened to pass down the corridor, he pulled his wife inside and closed the door after them.
At that point all the others knew that they had the battle as good as won.
"I-I don't understand," stammered the conservative Pete.
"Who needs to understand, big boy," Claudia said, as both women sidled up to him. Pete may have been something of a square, but he was completely A-OK in the prick department, and his meat gave a sudden surge against his tuxedo as he saw the two lovely naked bodies, and felt Sheila's hands on his cheek, and Claudia's undoing the front of his pants.
As for his wife Tessie, her eyes were as big as saucers as she looked at Arthur's whanger. She and her husband had gotten to be pretty good friends with Arthur and his wife, but she had never dreamed that Arthur was so splendidly hung. From his poking around with Hilda, his meat had stiffened into rampant eagerness, and Tessie could imagine what it would be like to have it in her tender little twat, which was already growing moist at the thought. Pete wasn't a bad cocksman, but a bit predictable, and Tessie sometimes told herself that she'd do anything in order to get something different. Now here was the opportunity.
"Pete," she said shyly, "I think it might be rather fun-"
But Pete was hardly able to hear her. His own will was melting away under the soft touch of the two lovelies who were half raping him. Sheila now had his dinner jacket, bow-tie and shirt off, and Claudia had loosened the pants so that she could get at the gorged prick.
"I don't know why you're so shy," she cooed, "You have a very nice prick!" By now she had it out, to and she wasn't exaggerating. Pete really did have a splendid big whanger, now all hot and ready to churn up some tender twat.
"Who are we going to pair up with?" Sheila said, treating as an accomplished fact the idea that Pete would agree to join the proceedings. And in that she was right. He knew now that he just had to get that meat of his inside either Claudia or Sheila, and what was even odder, the idea of his wife being fucked in his presence by another man turned him on almost as much as the thought of the lovely twat that was his for the asking.
"Well," Henry said, "New comers and regulars should pair off. Let's draw straws to see who gets whom."
The question, in other words, was whether Arthur should get Hilda or Tessie, whether Pete should get Sheila or Claudia, and the same thing for Henry and Jack respectively. Certainly it would be too boring for Arthur to have Claudia again, and Henry Sheila. After all, this was swapping, and the name of the game was getting as much different stuff as possible.
They settled it by drawing cards from a deck, with Arthur getting Hilda, Henry getting Tessie, Jack getting Sheila, and Pete getting Claudia.
"To keep the guys waiting, though," Sheila said, secretly hoping for another spanking, "Lets have the girls start things off with a masturbation race!"
That struck everyone as a great idea, and the girls lay down two on a berth to work themselves over under the hungry eyes of the men.
In a second, delicate silky fingers were prying around in soft girlflesh. The winner would be the girl who came first. Of course, girls are really insatiable creatures, and every one knows how much they jack off in private, so each girl knew her own capabilities and talents. Would it be best to concentrate on the clit right away, or leave it tingling in anticipation and begging for fulfillment, so that a light touch would be enough to set it off? Should a girl use both hands to work her cunt, or should she leave one to tease and torment her tits? Hilda even had a finger in her mouth. Well, the men thought, presumably that works best for her.
The men's pricks pointed up at the cabin ceiling like spears at the sight of this luscious female autoeroticism, while the girls themselves moaned and heaved in passion as their long silky fingers tickled the pink girl-parts.
Sheila was a stubborn little girl in some ways, and was absolutely determined to win. In and out of her little hole darted her fingers, which sometimes left the slit itself for a moment so as to tease the folds of the labia, and dance around the area surrounding the clit, while never giving the fun-button itself the satisfaction of being touched. With her other hand she was squeezing and compressing her breasts almost brutally, for in the short time since she'd been initiated into sex, she had learned that she rather liked rough stuff.
Claudia's technique was completely different, as feline and sophisticated as everything about her. She drew her fingers over her soggy mound in graceful, trailing strokes, hardly pausing to give special attention to anything, but giving fantastic pleasure to everything.
Hilda was fifty-six years old, and her twat and fingers had come to know each other pretty well by this time. She used a general technique, giving herself a bit of everything, but concentrating most of all on reaching her fingers deep down inside her slit. She had stumbled onto a technique that was just right for her, and which she aided by stealing sidelong glances at the other girls, something that none of them had thought of doing. And as Hilda was perhaps a bit more lesbian than the average woman, the sight of the naked young female bodies writhing and groaning on the berths helped her a lot in pushing her up to a come.
There were two girls to a berth, and as the berths themselves were rather narrow, each girl could feel the silky skin of her companion, as she lay next to her trying to get herself off. This was a big help to both Sheila and Claudia, because a terrifically tender feeling had been developing between them, and for each the closeness of the other was something wonderful and incredibly stimulating.
Little Tessie, who was a very pretty brunette, sort of a dark-haired equivalent of Sheila, though not so cute and girlish, was working herself over busily too, and the men noticed with interest the way in which the two girls who seemed the most petite and fragile-she and Sheila-were working their twats over in the most determined and business-like way.
Each woman felt her hands become moister and moister, as the excited cunts leaked more and more, and as the clits, slits and labia got more and more sensitive to the touch, so that it was almost agony to touch the fevered flesh.
Higher and higher up the pre-come slope of furious passion the girls drove themselves, and it was clearly becoming harder and harder for them to keep their hands off of each other. Hilda's idea of stealing glances had been borrowed by all the others now, except the glances were hardly stolen. Instead, each girl gazed rapturously at the sight before her as her deft fingers kneaded and squeezed and molded her womanhood.
"Claudia's got such big labia, it must be a big help to her in this contest," Sheila thought. And, in fact, Claudia was putting the size of her labia to the best possible use. Using a trick that men had tried on her plenty of times before, she had a lip in each hand, and was giving little two-handed tugs that sent wild thrills through her body. Then, she would run the little pink cockscombs together like one rubs the folds of clothing that one is hand-washing.
"Oh, what I wouldn't give to kiss Claudia now," Sheila thought, all desire to win the contest washed away by the mounting tide of tenderness which she felt for her friend.
"That little mouse Sheila has to be the most desirable piece in the world," Claudia thought. "Rather than beat myself off I'd rather be beating her off. Shit! Well, there'll be some lesbo fun later on this evening, we can count on that. I wonder what Tessie thinks of this stuff? Hilda sure looks like she likes a bit of twat from time to time!"
Claudia and Sheila were clearly in the lead, judging from the passionate way they were rolling around on the berth, and the girljuice was glistening on their hands.
"Ten to one it's Claudia or Sheila," Arthur whispered.
And it would have been, although Hilda and Tessie were driving themselves to a come pretty fast, but all of a sudden Claudia's forearm brushed Sheila's belly in a most delightful way, and Sheila instinctively took a hand off her sopping twat to clutch it. That was enough for Claudia, who suddenly abandoned her own cunt in order to roll on top of Sheila and have a chance to reach her own fingers down to the delightful girl area.
With that, Sheila began to kiss her passionately, and from the movements of the cheeks it was obvious that the girls were Frenching in one hell of an eager way, while crushing their tender breasts against one another.
The contest was a masturbation contest, and the two girls had forfeited it by starting to play with each other, but to look at them as they rolled around one on top of the other, dainty fingers occupied with each other's even more dainty twats, it seemed as though they didn't mind.
"It'll be Hilda now," Arthur said, glancing at the last two participants left in the race, but there again he was wrong Sheila and Claudia were coming now-they were so worked up that the mere touching of their sweet bodies was almost enough-and right after them, almost right with them, came Tessie, a real dark horse.
For Sheila and Claudia, who had forfeited the contest, any regrets they might have had for the victory they had abandoned were swept away in a tide of honey-like sweetness, as each female reveled in the femininity of the other.
Breast to breast! Mouth to lipstick-coated mouth! What on earth could possibly be nicer or more beautiful? Each girl felt the other's warm, luscious cunt juice flowing over her fingers, felt the soft clits quivering against their hands, felt the gentle mounds heaving as the discharge rippled through the lovely pelvises, while the tormented breasts ground and heaved together, and the searching tongues clung to one another in an embrace even closer than the one in which the bodies of the two girls was locked.
Tessie might have seemed like a dark horse, but there was nothing wrong with her twat, as anyone could see who watched her as she came. The slight, graceful shoulders heaved, the mouth, open in a delightful "O" gasped, and the fingers dug in even more firmly and determinedly as the pent-up passion was released in a torrent of sweetness and pleasure, which made her think she was going out of her mind.
Lately, she hadn't been too satisfied with the monotonous diet that she had been getting from Pete, and had been masturbating a lot, but somehow, with the other girls present, this was different. She glanced over at the interlaced bodies of Sheila and Claudia and thought how much fun they must be having. Well, she'd never had a lesbian experience before, but this swap-evening looked like it was working out pretty wild, and no one was going to catch her saying no if one of the other females made an offer. In fact, they were all so good-looking that she could hardly wait, and couldn't decide which one she liked the best. There was Hilda with her quality of maturity and experience; Claudia with her elegant decadence; and Sheila with her fragility and daintiness. Sheila rather resembled her a bit herself, but that wouldn't necessarily be a disadvantage. It would be rather like fucking a twin sister, and somehow she found that idea pretty exciting. It even made a new twinge run through her cunt, spent though that was with the jack-off that she had just given it.
Hilda was coming now, in even, steady strokes, with great poise and refinement, her breasts heaving rather than jiggling, even her gasping mouth somehow controlled and elegant.
It was a nice come, she thought, as she felt the contentment flush through her body, and as her fingers pinched and squeezed the already trembling flesh. She was sorry not to have been first, but then she wasn't used to rushing things in bed. In fact, though she masturbated often, she never did a quickie. For her, all sex should be taken with a certain ease and measure. That's why as a change her husband often liked slightly breathless little pieces like Sheila.
"It's not fair," she said jokingly, "I'm too used to using a dildo to be able to get a proper bang-off with my mere hands."
"Come off it," Arthur said, "Anyone who saw you fetch off could see in a minute that you were having a real pussy-twisting bang."
Partly at Claudia's insistence, everyone followed the ritual of having champagne after every round, though with more people here, the rounds seemed to go faster, even though the amount of champagne on hand had been doubled.
The men could hardly wait for the action to start again, and Henry winked at. Arthur, remembering the great time they had had at the last swap session when they unfairly accused the cunts of having made them wait, and even gave them a good sexy spanking.
"What are you winking about?" old prof. Jack Bromley asked. I hope with all this nice twat around you two aren't suddenly turning queer!"
He was kidding, of course, and everyone laughed.
"No, we were just thinking about an incident the other night, when the girls were naughty."
"Oh yes," Jack interjected, "I always like it when Hilda's naughty. Find that giving her little bottom a nice coat of red is just the thing to get my old whanger cranked up into good shape. Isn't that so Hilda?"
Hilda laughed a bit nervously, but it was obvious that she wasn't offended. Like all feminine women, she enjoyed having a husband who was a man and who knew how to get her to stay in line by means of the palm of his hand!
"Yes, I think something like that might be arranged tonight if the girls aren't good to us. What about you Pete?"
"I've been pretty lax in that department, and I guess that's why Tessie's been acting up lately. But I think that maybe there's a first time for everything."
Tessie blushed, but anyone could tell just by looking at the desirable girl that although the idea of having her soft body placed over her husband's knee and soundly spanked frightened her a bit, she also wouldn't want to miss the experience either. She bit her lip nervously in a very feminine gesture that made Henry glad that he had drawn her.
"I don't know about anyone else," Jack said, putting down his champagne glass, but the sight of all this unfucked twat enjoying itself without giving us a chance to do anything has my old war-horse of a whanger just about ready to explode."
He said this partly to get the party going again, and partly to draw the girls' eyes to his prick, of which he was extremely proud. It was very large, both long and thick, and rather odd in appearance. The blue-veined shaft was a pale white color, while the knob was an angry fire-red. Something about it made it look utterly ready for action, and the other girls found themselves envying Sheila, in whose little twat the odd, super-manly looking organ was supposed to go.
Everyone glanced around in agreement that champagne is nice but nothing beats fucking, when all of a sudden, Jack had hold of Sheila and was forcing her gently but insistently down onto the bed.
"How about top-riding me? Have you ever tried that? I'll teach you how. I bet no one ever asks you to do that because you look so fragile and passive, but looking at you whack off I could tell that you had a will of your own. I'm an old man, and I often find it restful to have the woman in charge."
Sheila watched as he lay down on his back on the bed. She had never top-ridden anyone before, but she was an eager little pupil in the school of sex.
"That's right, squat down like that-easy-easy-careful, I may be rather old, but I'm still fairly big."
"You're not kidding," Sheila gasped to herself, as she felt the big prick-head forcing in past the crinkly labia. Man, it really was almost to large to get in. But fortunately she was a wet little chick, and her pussy fluid was already dribbling down the shaft.
Mmmm that felt good, she thought, as the space in her body was filled by the big tool. There was something weird and wonderful about the way in which her leg muscles pulled as she sat down upon the prick.
"Like that, little girl?" Jack asked knowing damn well that she did. There was no mistaking those little delighted girlish gasps-half of fear, half of pleasure, that sexy expression on her little face, the glowing poking stiffness of the nipples which now bobbed above his face.
To tease him more, as she sat down, she bent her back forward so that the breast really hung down over his face like some luscious fruit! He could see that one of the nubs was almost right above his mouth.
She was all the way down now, resting for a moment with the feel of his compressed nuts under her soft fleshy ass, enjoying the feeling of sitting with something hard and stiff inside her tender body.
"It would be nice if one could get some kind of chair or hassock like this," she thought. "It would be particularly fun for a hen-party."
She had kept bent over, with the breasts a few tantalizing inches from his face. All of a sudden she felt a tender, passionate lick on one of the glowing rosebuds, now all swollen, aching and hard.
Jack had managed, by bending his shoulders off of the berth, and craning his neck forward, to just get his tongue on the thing. A bit more straining, and his lips had encircled the tender nipple.
Of course, it was painful to strain like this, but when the prize was something as absolutely delicious as one of Sheila's pink nipples, what aching in the back and shoulders wouldn't be worth it?
Sheila would have liked to tease him some more by drawing the tit just out of reach, but he had managed gently to fasten his teeth around it and dig in just enough to prevent her pulling it free.
A weird little endurance contest now developed, as Sheila ever so gently began to straighten her back. His teeth created a painful strain on her breast, which was pulled out a bit, while the tug on the nipple meant that he had to bend his back and shoulders all the more to keep from losing his grip on the nipple, since clearly he didn't want to bite into it too savagely.
At last, it was Sheila who won. With a laugh he released his hold, and the swollen breast flopped back in place. But both of them had gotten good and excited by the peculiar little game, and, deciding to strike while the iron was hot, Sheila began to ride Jack, going up and down with even, rather breathless strokes, doing her damndest to bend his prick down a bit more with every stroke so as to cause him an exciting amount of pain.
Meanwhile, all the other couples had gotten into action. Pete, perhaps a bit predictably, was giving Claudia a regular fuck, but he was doing it well. What he lacked in imagination and daring he made up for in good, dependable technique, and Claudia was not above enjoying a bit of pain, simple roast beef.
As for Henry and Tessie, he was giving her a rather peculiar fuck. He had his prick resting between her soft breasts, and was rubbing it up and down with a vigorous, steady motion. To get a better effect, he had both of his hands on the breasts, and was squeezing them together, so that his prick was almost completely surrounded and imprisoned by the soft female flesh.
She had to manipulate her own cunt, of course, but in exchange for the kinky feeling of having a hard prick between her tits, she was willing enough to do that, as the passionate smile on her face showed.
Arthur in some ways, was the real winner, for he had drawn Hilda, and Hilda was a woman of the most wide ranging experience as far as fucking went.
"Have you ever had any pressure applied to your prostate gland?" she had asked him.
"No. Is it fun?"
"You tell me. Now lets sixty-nine and I'll show you."
So he had gotten into position, wondering what this bit with the prostate gland would be. One thing was certain, and that was that even without it, Hilda could give a hell of a decent sixty-nine. Her tongue somehow seemed to be everywhere on his prick, which she hadn't yet taken into her mouth, on the theory that the really nice stuff should be saved until last. Instead, she was holding it in her hand, and was covering it with the most varied sort of licks. Some of them were quick and cat-like. Others long and voluptuous. Sometimes she just rubbed the tip of her tongue against the tip of his prick. At other times, she ran it all the way down his shaft, and then drew it over his hairy balls, leaving little droplets of saliva clinging in the hair. Arthur's sac had already pulled itself tight, but somehow with each of those licks it found a way of getting even tighter, until Arthur thought that it must burst.
With every second that passed he learned something new about his cock. He had always known in a general way, that different parts of it were sensitive in different degrees, but he had never been quite sure what those degrees were. Now, he could measure precisely just what the difference was between the head and the shaft, or between the front of the shaft and the back for that matter. For the first time he could fully appreciate how tender the point where head and shaft join is, at least when handled by an expert female tongue.
Mmm, that was fantastic! And no less fantastic was the pleasure involved in sucking Hilda's twat.
There was something intrinsically fascinating about licking such an old twat, one that, unfortunately, had seen the last of menstruation, one of woman's most delightful features. But it was a twat that still had a good, rich, mature odor, so Henry knew that there still must be lots of nice feminine secretions. One of the nicest being the come, which was dripping and welling around his tongue as it probed into a large crevice that had been perhaps enlarged by the massive prick that old Jack Bromley Had so often rammed in there.
Incredible as it might seem, Hilda's cunt was no passive instrument of his pleasure. Somehow it seemed genuinely alive, even though the only motions it had had to be imparted by more general motions of Hilda's hips. It was just an illusion, perhaps, but a very real one.
The labia were rather on the large side, and not pink, like Sheila's girlish lips, but a rich brown, as seemed fitting and proper in a married woman of Hilda's age.
The only thing that Arthur regretted was that he wasn't able, for the time being, to get at those lovely breasts. They sagged a bit, perhaps, but that was only natural and desirable in a woman of fifty-six. The wonderful thing about Hilda was the proud way in which she carried her age. She wasn't one of these pathetic types who tries to give the impression that if she's left her youth behind, it was only day before yesterday. Hilda was a woman who had lived a lot, seen a lot, and knew that age, as long as it's elegant enough, can have its own definite attractions.
And, elegant was the word to describe Hilda! Her dress had been simply stunning, and now, even as she lay naked, there was something about her body that just spoke elegance. Not surprisingly, she had kept a little diamond necklace around her neck, and on her naked flesh it made a knockout impression.
So it was no surprise that though he had drawn the oldest woman, Arthur counted himself as the luckiest man there as he ran his tongue into the weltering slit, then out again, trailing saliva and Hilda's own pussy fluid all over her clit. And when he touched that clit, what a sensation of delight ran through her body, and she would "repay" him by doing something extra nice to his prick.
Meanwhile, Sheila was getting more and more desperate for a come as she moved up and down on Jack's giant prick. Her leg muscles ached by now, but she certainly didn't mind that. What she minded was this inexpressible longing for a come that somehow seemed to elude her.
The expression on his face told her plainly enough that he was in clover, and would like this suspense to go on forever.
"Play with your breasts more," he had smiled gently at her, and she was only too happy to oblige. Her soft hands cupped and molded the softer breasts above his eager face, and her long fingernails trailed over the creamy flesh and the delightful nipples. It was obvious that he was longing to get his mouth on those things again, and being a kind girl (and one who knew something good when it was being offered) she paused on a downstroke for a while, bending over so that he could suck her nipple.
He sucked it a long way into his mouth, taking in a good bit of the surrounding breast, but neither he nor she seemed to mind that.
His tongue knew everything in the world that there was to know about nipples, it seemed, and Sheila couldn't imagine that anyone could apply a more subtle, delightful teasing to one of her little rosebuds.
"What'll it be like when his tongue is doing that to my clit?" she thought, and the thought was enough to make her whole body shudder in anticipation, so that for an instant he really thought that she was about to come. Then she calmed down a bit, and gently pulling the nipple out of his mouth-this time he hadn't tried anything tricky with his teeth-she resumed the dreamy up and down strokes.
"You know, this guy really has something!" Claudia thought, as Pete's powerful muscles continued to buck his prick in and out of her now slick pussy, each vigorous male jab causing a wave of pleasure to wash over her.
As for Pete himself, he was really having a hell of a ball. His wife Tessie was pretty good, but he'd never had anything to compare to what he was now getting from Claudia's feline body. She wasn't the sort of woman to try and take charge, he noticed gratefully, indeed she was very soft and yielding, but she put just the right amount of movement into her hips to let a guy know that he had a real woman on his hands! Her snatch was really tight, but he didn't mind that, particularly as it was well lubricated, and like most guys he really went for leaky broads.
As for Henry, he was finding little Tessie more than living up to his expectations. Not that there was much that she had to do with the weird breast fuck that he was giving her, but there was something wonderfully simple and genuine about her enjoyment, and she was being a really good sport about having to do the work on her cunt herself. He supposed that he could have done the position the other way around, so that his hands could have gotten at her pink little cunt (to which he had given an appreciative inspection earlier), but that wouldn't have been necessarily better for her, 'cause he was sure that she was looking forward to catching his spunk in her little mouth.
The mouth was closed, though, because she had told him that to make it more fun she was going to try and judge when he was about to squirt and open it at just the right time. It was a cute idea, but then she was a really cute kid.
Speaking of coming, that moment couldn't possibly be very far off. He already felt himself on that sort of pre-come plateau, already felt his balls readying themselves, and suddenly there he was shuddering away.
Tessie wasn't quite fast enough to get her mouth open, and the first gob squirted onto her chin, but then she was smiling, and the second and third pumps sent the male cream right in. With a smile she reached her tongue down and licked the spunk that had landed on her chin.
She hadn't come quite yet, though she was obviously about to, and Henry suddenly slid down so that he could get at her eager little twat.
Nice though, the feel of her own hands on it had been, the pressure of a man's rougher, hairier hands made all the difference, and in a moment, her little quim was banging off, trembling in a simple, quiet way that was rather different than Sheila's breathless comes. Here, like with the hair color, she was different than Sheila, whom she so resembled in other ways.
The different positions that everyone was in made it impossible for anyone to hope for a simultaneous climax of all four couples, and so Henry and Tessie looked on with amusement at the sight of the lovemaking going on around them.
Just as nothing is funnier than to look at a singer on television once the sound has been turned down, so nothing is odder than the sight of other people writhing away in the ecstasy of the fuck, when one has already fired one's wad and can look on cool and collected as a cucumber. (Though in that situation, a cucumber is still hard, while one's own prick is usually at least partially soft.)
Arthur and Hilda were just about there now, as was evident from the ecstatic look on both of their faces, and from the frantic way in which Arthur's dripping tongue darted around all of Hilda's female nooks and crannies, while she sucked away on his whanger-which she had at last put in her mouth-like there was no tomorrow.
She could feel through her lips-and her lips were very expert indeed in this sort of thing-that he was about to blast his spunk into her mouth, and so, at just the right moment, when he could feel him on the point of coming, she jabbed a finger hard at the space between the legs just in front of the asshole where the prostate gland is to be found.
The gland itself is a good way from the surface of the body, but as Arthur noticed, his head swimming with delight, the effect the pressure had on the outside was to communicate the most unimaginable thrill to his prick, making it go off at once. But it was not merely that the action Hilda had taken had made his prick go off. Somehow, it had made it go off a lot better than it ever had before, so it seemed like he was firing and firing forever, and so the feeling of release as he pumped his goo into Hilda's mouth was such that he could hardly notice the feel of her mound as it pressed against his face during the long, powerful come-beats which his skillful tongue had set off. It was, all in all, a hell of a sixty-nine.
Pete was going inside of Claudia, too, and she noticed with appreciation how deep inside her his trembling pistol was able to shoot its wad, while her cunt seemed to erupt in sweetness and delight around his hard male rod.
The last ones left were Sheila and Jack, now, but they weren't hurrying. There was something altogether too delightful about their fuck for either of them to want it to end so soon, though in fact, both of them had to really grit their teeth with determination in order to keep from whanging away! All that would be necessary, both of them knew, was one little stroke, properly applied.
"Up, down, up, down-" Sheila said to herself, rather proud, in a cute, girlish sort of way, of the skill with which she had been able to direct this fuck. She was looking forward to a regular one from old Jack, though. After all, the experience he must have had must be fantastic.
In fact, though Sheila was too innocent to ever guess it, it was the old satyr Jack who set them both off. All it took was a slight tensing in his leg muscles for the prick to be ready to fire at the slightest provocation, and at Sheila's next down stroke, it began blasting, sending an incredibly large stream of male goo into Sheila's lovely insides. And, of course, the feeling of a male prick shivering away inside her was enough to set her off at once. She knew, of course, that he had gone first, but didn't realize that he had determined the moment by the subtle tensing of his leg muscles.
As far as Sheila was concerned, it was a lovely come, and she actually managed, in a gasping kind of way, to giggle in delight as the short, breathless spasms hit her, while the rapturous look on Jack's face was ample proof of the delight which this fresh, dainty young twat had given to his experienced old prick.
It was no surprise to Sheila, or to Arthur, or to Henry to hear Claudia's silvery voice say, "more champagne anyone?" as she popped a cork, letting the wine bubble over the side like some frothy, expensive male spunk!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Girls," Hilda said as she swallowed the last of her champagne, "let's do something to keep the guys amused while they get themselves good and rested up!"
All the girls giggled because they knew just exactly what it was that she had in mind. In fact, the guys were sufficiently potent to have gotten off a second shot without too much trouble, but none of the girls wanted to miss an excuse for some lesbian fun.
Sheila and Claudia, who had grown increasingly fond of each other in the last few days, would have gladly enjoyed another fuck together, but at a swap party it is rude for the old regulars to stick together, freezing the newcomers out. And anyway, Hilda and Tessie were certainly inviting looking women.
No one had to say much for it to be decided that it would be Hilda and Sheila on one bunk, and Claudia and Tessie on the other. Tessie had apparently never known the delights of Sapphic sex before, and while Sheila had gotten good at woman-to-woman lovemaking, it seemed more reasonable for the slightly more dominant Claudia to do the initiation rites.
Sheila didn't mind a bit. Hilda, for all of her fifty-six years, looked absolutely delightful, and to increase her appeal she was sitting on the bed in such a way as to keep the lips of her cunt spread, so that it was possible to see the black warmth of her inviting hole.
Tessie trembled a bit in nervousness as well as anticipation as Claudia sat down on the bed beside her and placed a soft arm on her shoulder. After all, she had always been given to understand that there was something wrong with lesbianism. Was she sure she was doing the right thing?
What surprised her most of all was the way in which her husband seemed to be taking all this in stride. He'd come a long way from the puritan protectiveness of earlier in the evening. Now he was almost licking his chops in anticipation of seeing his little wife be given a lesbian fuck.
Claudia sensed Tessie's tenseness and nervousness, and realized that she had better go slowly. There wasn't a girl she had met in her life who didn't enjoy a bit of girl stuff if she was properly introduced to it, but some of them were a bit more timid than others.
As Hilda folded Sheila in her arms, Sheila glanced over to Claudia and thought how lucky Tessie was to have such a guide to lead her into the world of female love! Claudia was so lovely, and so utterly feminine.
Claudia gently started to stroke Tessie's hair, while laying her cheek softly against her cheek.
"Don't be nervous, darling," she cooed. "I think you and I are going to have a good time together."
That soft voice steadied Tessie a bit and sent a first surge of lesbian desire through her body. It was impossible to hear that soft voice of Claudia's and still feel nervous, as Sheila knew well.
Claudia was stroking Tessie's cheek softly with her fingers, and brushing her own cheek against the girl's silken black hair. There was something very sensual about her, and Claudia wasn't just kidding when she said that she thought that they would have a good time together. She was self-confident enough to know that she could hold up her end in the pleasure department, and anyway, there was something so delightful about giving lessons to a girl who hasn't yet learned that although the best love is that between men and women, woman-to-woman love has its own very real and very different delights, too.
Now Claudia's lips were softly caressing the cheek, making soft little nibbles, and as she felt the lips, Tessie's breasts started to swell in eagerness for the touch of Claudia's hand. Claudia had left them untouched for the moment because she hadn't wanted to scare her little lover, but now the time was clearly ripe, and she took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
The nipple was only semi-hard, but under Claudia's skillful touch, it soon blossomed into a stiff little thing aching for the very touch which it seemed too sensitive to be able to stand.
Claudia was picking up the pace fast, for she could see that little Tessie's fears were falling rapidly away from her, and that she was getting hungrier and hungrier for Claudia's attentions.
Claudia hadn't yet gotten so far as to caress the cunt, but she could imagine how it was getting wetter and wetter, and more and more eager, as the little clit stiffened into excited anticipation.
Claudia's lips were on Tessie's now and she wasn't really surprised to feel the other girl's tongue pressing against her own lips, asking for an entry. Claudia gave it gladly, sliding her own tongue into Tessie's mouth, and feeling with delight what a sweet little mouth it was.
The cool, instructing angle fell away more and more from Claudia's behavior, as the sheer delight of being on a bed with another woman took control of her. She grabbed Tessie's shoulders and heaved them back onto the berth, rolling heavily on top of her and reveling in the feeling of Tessie's firm breasts as they pressed against her own. Her hands moved down to Tessie's twat, and it was with delight that she felt Tessie's exploring fingers on her own moist cunt.
She had been right. Tessie really was pretty wet down there, and incredibly tender. Every little twitch that Claudia gave to her labia or her clit caused a sudden responsive shudder.
"Hot little piece!" Claudia said to herself appreciatively, as she dug around in the sex pad, and slipped her first two fingers into Tessie's rather tight twat.
And Tessie was a clever pupil, for she was already finding just which of Claudia's woman parts responded best to her touch, and which touch was best to use.
Sheila was a bit envious as she watched the other couple at play, but then Hilda took her in hand and all her jealousy slipped away from her.
Hilda was a smart and experienced woman, and she sensed the intensity of feelings that had developed between Sheila and Claudia, and she realized that she would only offend the little blonde if she tried to somehow muscle in on these feelings. So instead, she simply offered uncomplicated physical pleasure, unmixed with any pretended love, but very nice all the same.
She folded Sheila in her arms, and Sheila thrilled to the almost maternal touch of the older woman to the sight of her wise, understanding face. The delicate, very aristocratic lips planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and Hilda's voice said gently, "What would you say to a sixty-nine, dear?"
"T-that would be very nice," Sheila whispered back, taken in by the soft and tender touch of this woman, who wasn't offering anything emotional, but who still knew just how another woman likes to be touched.
Hilda eased her embrace on Sheila and slowly scooted into position. She noticed with appreciation what a delicate, nice twat Sheila had, but that was hardly surprising, for anyone who had ever seen it-Arthur, Henry, Claudia-thought exactly the same thing.
As she gazed gently at the soft blonde moss, with its delicate little curls, at the crinkly labia, a trifle small but thoroughly adorable in their pink freshness, and at the button-hard little clit, which was cute as a button too, she longed to press her tongue against these female treasures, but for a moment she held back, enjoying the anticipation, the delightful torment of waiting.
Sheila was equally eager to set to work on Hilda's mature brown equipment, but hesitated for an instant out of respect for the older woman, whom she felt should take the initiative and start first.
Suddenly, Sheila felt a sort of gentle pressure against her girl flesh, a sort of soft poking, and suddenly an electric thrill. Hilda had begun in on her cunt.
Instantly, her own tongue darted out and caressed Hilda's sex-folds, parting the skin to reveal the luscious large dark twat itself.
"I wonder how wet it is," Sheila asked herself, and then she proceeded to find out in the most straightforward and natural way possible.
Down into the hole slid her tongue, noticing appreciatively that it was very wet indeed. The hole was larger than Claudia's, and that meant that her tongue had a completely new sensation as it moved around inside the warm, wet woman-tube.
Gently, she pressed the tip of the tongue against the sides of Hilda's cunt, as if the tongue were an exploring male finger using Henry's technique.
The reaction from Hilda was immediate, and that was hardly to be wondered at, for she had had men use the "knuckle technique" before, and the thought of a somewhat similar feeling being given by a woman's tongue was enough to almost drive her up the wall.
While Sheila was giving her these incredibly sensual prods inside her cunt, she was doing everything she could to repay them with tender licks around Sheila's moist twat, concentrating particularly on the region immediately around the aching and eager little clit.
As Sheila and Hilda had these tender exchanges of licks, Claudia and Tessie were having their own special thrills. They didn't have the pleasure of actually getting to smell each other's girl-parts, or touch them with their tongues, but this meant that they had a good opportunity to get the most out of each other's passionate, heavy breasts.
At first, they were just caressing them with their hands. Then they started pinching a little harder, and harder after that, until the rich pleasure they were feeling had a large element of pain mixed up in it.
Suddenly, Claudia stopped hurting Tessie's nipples, as if to call for a truce, and Tessie was only too happy to oblige, for she felt that fun though hurting another girl's breasts might be-and there could be no doubt that it was fun-it was even more fun to cover them with tender, loving licks, to show them how lovely one thought they were, and to treat them with the tenderness which such priceless objects deserve.
It was Claudia's breasts which were the first to feel the touch of an eager female tongue, and Claudia responded with extra nice prods and pokes between Tessie's legs in her little moist love-nest.
Then Tessie backed off so as to expose her own luscious tits to Claudia's moist tongue, and it was for her to respond to Claudia's passionate licks with gentle feels around Claudia's own eager twat.
"Boy, I've heard of wet little chicks, but this Sheila really takes the cake," Hilda thought happily as she slurped the love juice into her mouth, digging her tongue into Sheila's little hole and wiping it around the soft knot of the labia in order to collect as much of the stuff as possible before eagerly pulling the tongue back into her mouth, only to dart it out again.
And while she was thinking this, a delighted Sheila was saying to herself, "Hilda may be past the menopause, but that sure doesn't mean that her cunt's dried out in any way." And with her own tongue, she slurped in the rich fluid.
The feeling to each woman as the other lapped her twat with the eagerness of a cat lapping cream was almost indescribable. They could feel the muscles in their arms and legs contract in excitement, and they were sure that at any moment they would be coming.
Claudia and Tessie felt the same way. The alternating sucks on the nipples-and each time, each one alternated nipples-combined with the feeling around the cunts, had them with their teeth really on edge.
Hilda finally decided that it was time for her and Sheila to bang off, for she really couldn't stand the teasing of Sheila's tongue any longer. She was just about to start the vigorous laps of Sheila's hitherto untouched little twat which she knew would suffice to bust the little blonde's cookies, when all of a sudden a devilish tickle applied to her own labia had her haunches tensing, her pelvis, firing, had her coming!
Even as she came she started to laugh a friendly laugh. Here she was, fifty-six years old, a woman who had seen plenty of lesbian fucks and had been damn sure that she was in control of this one, and a cute as a button little novice had set her off before Hilda could get her to come.
Sheila was trying to giggle too, for she had felt really impish and sexy doing what she had to Hilda, but it's hard to giggle when your mouth is pressed against an orgasming cunt, so Sheila buckled down and buried her face in the mound so that she could get the maximum amount of pleasure from Hilda's big, easy come.
The same sort of considerations cut Hilda's laugh short, and as the two women writhed together in ecstasy-for the thought of how she had beaten Hilda to the punch had been enough, combined with the older woman's skillful tongue-work, to set Sheila off, Claudia and Tessie shuddered to their pinnacle of pleasure, with Tessie squealing with delight at the feel of Claudia's pelvic muscles contracting around her hands.
Bang, bang! Four women trembling in delight as the come spasms hit them, with their lips on each other's nipples or twats, female lips on the most female parts of the body.
As they watched the scene, the men couldn't help feeling a bit useless, when they realized how incredibly much pleasure a couple of women can give to one another unaided.
But when they saw the incredible beauty of the tender way in which the females continued to embrace each other, long after the come spasms had gone, they had to feel a trifle awed, too.
But the party was continuing, and the girls finally let go of themselves reluctantly because it was obvious the men were extremely anxious to get back into action.
Not, however, quite the action the girls thought they had in mind, however. If Hilda and Tessie didn't yet know it, Sheila and Claudia could see by the glint in their husbands eyes that they had some spanking good fun in mind.
"What on earth have we done?" Claudia asked in exasperation before the men could even say anything.
"In fact, Claudia," Arthur said, "while you girls have been fucking yourselves silly on those berths, we've really been working hard thinking of something that you've done to make you deserve the spanking that you're most certainly about to get. It happens that our male brains haven't been quick enough to think of anything, so let's just say that we're going to spank you because your butts are so cute."
"That's not fair," Claudia said, but she purred it rather than said it.
Already a little bird between her legs had told her that being spanked would really be rather fun after all. It certainly had been the night before.
"Okay, girls," the men said, "let's get on with it."
Soon the soft female bodies were draped over the male knees, and Arthur began the action with a good resounding slap that drew a yelp from Sheila like a cork from a bottle.
Whack! The next thing the girls knew, a rain of spanks was descending upon their tender asses. Old Peabody must be a real pervert, Arthur figured, for he was only spanking his wife on one cheek, and she was really squirming around in genuine pain, but clearly, love is stronger than the excitement of spanking, for all his wife had to do was say through her sobs, "Fun's fun, darling, but be kind!"
If she had said that it would be easy for him to become merciful and start hitting both cheeks at once, though not until after he had given the hitherto untouched one enough spanks to "equalize" the pain it felt-something Hilda was genuinely grateful for, for in being spanked, nothing is worse on one's ass than unevenness.
Little Tessie was really bawling, for spanking was a new experience to her Pete, and clearly he was making the most of it, with great slashing downward strokes that soon had her soft little ass-which only a few minutes ago had been the creamiest white-a really angry red.
But though Tessie squirmed like a snake on his laps to try and avoid the stinging blows, her cunt was sopping, and the extra special tingling she felt in her twat told her that she was really getting a tremendous charge out of all this.
Whack! Neither Henry nor Arthur were sparing their little women either, but at the same time, they were being, perhaps, a little less exuberant than Pete, who was really giving his wife one hell of a splendid spanking.
Then, all of a sudden, little Tessie was quivering in a funny sort of way, and all the men realized that she had been spanked to orgasm. Pete stopped immediately, and shoved his fingers comfortingly between her legs, as her body heaved off.
The other men were tempted to follow his example, but they didn't know if their wives were really capable of such a thing, and though the discipline was all in fun, it had certainly gone on a fair length of time already, so each of them gave three extra hard spanks, and the girl's ordeal was over.
They came up smiling through their tears, happy that the spanking was over, happy to have received it, and slightly jealous of Tessie.
As for Tessie, as her husband caressed her protectively with his big hand, and kissed her tears away, she felt incredibly feminine and proud of her femininity. Men were big and strong. Women weak and in need of both protection and the gentle discipline which is one of the most sincere forms of protection. She wouldn't have wanted things any other way, and neither would the other girls, as they lay gently huddled against their husbands.
Then Claudia was opening another of her infernal bottles of champagne.
CHAPTER EIGHT
This was the last part of the evening's fun, and everyone knew it. The boys were all in great form now, after the excitement of watching their wives give each other lesbian fucks, and after the fun of the spanking. Now for a second shot, and then off to bed.
In a general sort of way, those who had sixty-nined the first time had regular fucks this time, and vice versa. But this wasn't true in every case.
"Do you want a sixty-nine?" Sheila had asked Jack with a smile, for after the husband-administered spanking, the couples had paired off as in the first round.
"Do you?"
That was a considerate reply for him to make, and Sheila respected him for it.
"Well, I always like a good sixty-nine," she said truthfully, and he could tell looking at her face that she wouldn't mind a chance this time to slurp down some of his spunk, "but at the same time I bet you know the most amazing things about fucking, and I'd really like to feel you working that big whanger inside of me. I mean, the last time was really fun and all, but I had to do the main part of the work, and though I didn't mind, I couldn't get the full benefit of being fucked by you.
"You're a sweet little girl to put it that way," old Jack Bromley said, "and if you want to have me give you a regular fuck, a regular fuck is just what you shall have. Is that what you want, an absolutely straightforward kind of go in the good old missionary position? I don't say that with the slightest bit of contempt, for it is my own belief that in life often the simplest and most straightforward things are the best."
Sheila smiled her cute little-girl smile and nodded her head quickly. Jack felt his already swollen and gorged dork give an extra twinge at the thought of a girl so fresh and cute.
"Very well," he said, and gently reached forward to kiss Sheila on the lips.
It was an amazing sort of kiss. At first he just allowed his lips to brush hers in the lightest manner, just enough to send a thrill from them all the way down into her twat. Then, he nibbled away a bit more insistently, suddenly catching her lower lip in his lips and sucking it, while a delighted smile spread over Sheila's face. And the sight of that smile-for Jack wasn't one of these men who approach women with closed eyes and so miss the best part-gave his huge dork yet another eager twinge. He held himself back, though, for he believed that waiting is the best part of sex, or at least certainly one of the best parts.
Neither his body nor his hands were touching Sheila's sweet little body. Both of them were leaning forward, maintaining a slight contact with the lips only. Then Sheila felt his tongue glide like a little snake into her dainty mouth.
His tongue had been educated in the mouths of hundreds of women, and so it really knew its business, but even as it glided over her teeth and gently squeezed her tongue, Sheila found herself wondering, "What is a kiss without love?" It was a peculiar thought, and she put it out of her mind at once, as the oral caress continued.
Jack's hands were gently touching her breasts now, the tips of the fingers prodding lightly against the firm female flesh. At first they just prodded and poked, before starting to feel around the folds where the tits met the chest. Jack slid his hands under the heavy globes and lifted them, then letting them drop with a slightly painful but wholly delightful jiggle. A thrill sent from Sheila's tongue told him that he was right on base there.
He repeated the trick now shaping the soft spheres in his hands, now massaging them lightly against the chest-wall, and all the while the languid kiss continued.
Sheila's nipples burned for the touch of his knotty old fingers, which though old were so full of sexual energy, but they had to wait awhile.
And then the touch came, first gentle, like all his actions, and then more and more insistent. With thumb and forefinger he began pressing and caressing them, until they were as hard as bullets. Then, suddenly he pulled her towards him, crushing her tender body against his wiry old frame, so that her belly could feel the hardness of his prick as it was pressed tightly between them. The pressure made the prick tremble, and its trembling sent another tremble, a larger one, through Sheila's whole body. Now, she could feel him force her gently onto the bed.
There was no question about it, though he might be in his sixties (certainly was, as a matter-of-fact) he was a cocksman without peer-gentle yet masculine, understanding yet not eager for excuses to help him escape any of his responsibilities as a man. Yet, why was it, Sheila kept wondering, that she kept thinking how much nicer it would be if Arthur were doing all this to her?
Then, in it went, gentle yet forceful, like every other aspect of his lovemaking. For a moment, Sheila's doubts fell away from her as she felt the rampant stiffness of his dork as it plowed its way in through her soft female flesh.
Back and forth it went, creating ripples of pleasure with every slight motion.
Back and forth, back and forth, sliding on Sheila's copious fluid.
It was heavenly, there was no doubt about it, just as the way in which he was continuing to suck and tease her nipples was heavenly, but somehow she couldn't help feeling-for the first time since she'd begun to swap-how peculiar it somehow was to have another man do this to her, while her husband was occupied with another woman.
Either men are more insensitive, or Sheila was just being silly, for certainly Arthur was bothered by no such scruples as he busied himself with enjoying Hilda's mature body. They too started with a kiss, but this was a really fiery number, not at all like the one with which Sheila and Jack started off, though that had been fiery in its own way perhaps. Arthur and Hilda had not begun with any playful nibblings, but had crammed their mouths together and sent their tongues slithering past one another, while Arthur filled his hands with Hilda's large, brown-tipped tits.
They were perhaps a bit slacker than in their younger days, but they were still good and firm, and as Arthur cupped and squeezed them he couldn't help feeling that they were perhaps the nicest that he had ever known. There was something nice, anyway, about having one's hands on such experienced breasts, about having one's hands where other men have had their hands and taken their fill of pleasure.
The nipples were really surprisingly large. Not only was each brown circle very wide, but the nubs themselves stood out proudly against the breasts in a very prominent way.
"All the better," Arthur thought, as he gave them a hard pinch that brought forth a little gasp from Hilda. As for her, she knew where the action was, and had her hand firmly gripped around his prick, as if she was afraid that the magnificent steel rod might disappear before she got a chance to feel it inside her body.
And that was where she wanted it, too, right inside her cunt, sliding around on the woman-juices. The sixty-nine Arthur had given her had been great, but though she enjoyed both oral stuff in general, and lesbo action in particular, when it came to really having her druthers, she wanted a good hard meat inside her every time.
"Want it, huh baby?"
"You bet I do, stud. Let's have it right now."
"What do you want for position? I've got a million."
"Anything, as long as its satisfying!"
"Okay, here's what it is...."
The position in question was one that he'd never tried before, but that he'd read about somewhere as being particularly worth trying. Normally he felt a bit doubtful about trying out positions that he'd only read about in books and hadn't had personally recommended to him, but he figured that Hilda was an imaginative twat, and even if things didn't work out like they were supposed to they could have a good laugh together about it.
Arthur was going to wheelbarrow her. He should have been a bit less nervous about it, for it's a real classic, but he didn't really know that. Both of them got off the berth, and Hilda lay on the floor on his stomach. He then bent down and picked her up by the ankles, while she let her weight rest on her elbows and forearms.
Then, he shoved his prick in in a sort of real entry, though certainly a very special and unusual one.
For the man, there's a certain kind of show-off fun in the wheelbarrow, and the pleasure of knowing that the woman is completely at his mercy, for presumably at any time he could withdraw his prick and drop her. For the woman there's a certain sort of wonderful breathless feeling, coupled with the sensation of the breasts hanging completely free (for with both arms holding up her body, she can't spare a hand for her tits), and the feeling of helplessness and dependence upon the man which, for a woman, is a by no means entirely disagreeable sensation.
Arthur felt his huge, swollen dork slide into the waiting woman hole, slipping on the moisture of the excited cunt. Hilda gave a gasp, and then he set to work in earnest, driving his piston in and out of her hole in such a way that the mere motion was enough to pull and tear at the labia, dragging them over the clit and exciting it terribly. As for his cock, there was an insistent downward pull on it that was just slightly painful, just painful enough to be thoroughly delightful.
Meanwhile, Henry and the little Tessie were setting to with a sixty-nine. As he moved his face down between her legs, he noticed with delight that her cunt was not overly hairy, as is sometimes the case with brunettes. There were rather straight, lanky hairs covering the outer lips, but they didn't in any way impede him from really getting a piece of the action. He sniffed appreciatively at the rich feminine smell. Just right! Not overpowering, but strong enough to let you know that you're dealing with a real woman! And not some dumb little twat who squirts sprays all over herself which burn the eyes and the nose and the mouth of anyone who's enjoying her stuff. The clit was nice and hard, and the labia were cute too. They weren't particularly large in the sense of hanging down, as was the case with Claudia's, but there was a lot of them, as a result they were doubled over each other in a really full crinkly wave that was terrific fun for Henry to unravel. He hesitated a moment, not knowing which of the wonderful girl-parts to attack first-everything looked almost equally delightful. Then, the crinkly full labia caught his attention, and he buried his tongue in the glistening soft folds. They were already covered with girl-fluid, and Henry noticed with a slight amount of surprise that they had a rather distinctive flavor to them. It wasn't a vile chemical flavor at all, just a particular girl-flavor that must, for some reason or another be peculiar to this little girl.
Then he moved his tongue towards the clit. Many an experienced oralist leaves the clit till last, for he knows that it is the most sensitive part of the cunt and wants to save the best until last. But Henry refused to be tied down to any rigid formulas of that sort. He thought it was often better to give the clit a little action right at the first, so that when it was left alone during the greater part of the tongue-off, it would be tingling with frustration as it remembered the pleasures that it had been given. Then, at the very last, he would bring his tongue back to it and give it the few passionate licks necessary to set it off.
Little Tessie writhed in pleasure. She had never been given a proper cunt-lick, because her husband was one of those silly men who believed that for some reason or other it was degrading to "go down" on a woman.
At least that's what he had believed, but that was an error which the lovely, graceful Claudia was busy correcting at just that instant.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," she had said softly to him as the other couples had paired off.
"I dunno, I'm not sure I go for that kind of stuff."
"Why not?"
"Oh, it seems a bit demeaning to have one's face shoved in some girl's pussy."
This had rather annoyed Claudia, who saw no reason at all why a girl's pussy wasn't perfectly worthy-indeed more than worthy-to receive a man's face.
"But in a sixty-nine, honey, I'd have my mouth around your prick. And I don't think that's demeaning, I think that's nice!"
The idea of having Claudia's nice little mouth around his meat had really tempted him, but still he'd held back.
"Well look, Pete, why don't you just take a look at my pussy? From a distance, I mean. You don't have to get close."
He agreed, mostly out of curiosity, for his puritan ideas on this score had prevented him from ever getting a good look at a girl's cunt, even though his own wife had a perfectly delightful one, and of course, once Claudia had gotten him to take a look at her twat, she had won, for as she perfectly well knew, she had a very dainty, very pretty twat, and there was no sexually normal man alive-and Pete was that-who could possibly look at it without wanting to plant his lips in loving homage upon the delicate soft pink flesh.
Without a word, Pete had crept forward, and his tongue had reached out gingerly as if it were going to touch a hot stove, until it came in contact with the moist skin. It drew back an instant, but the contact was really so nice that of course the tongue was back on Claudia's cunt right away, and soon it was lapping and prying away in the crevices of Claudia's twat as if it had been doing that sort of thing all its life.
That was Claudia's cue for going into action, and scooting down quickly, she formed her lips into a round, inviting "O" and then drove them around the male spike, on the tip of which a glittering drop of pre-come fluid could already be seen. It felt great as she took it in her mouth, hard and long and eager, just as a man's prick should feel when a woman is setting herself to the task of sucking it dry.
The touch of Claudia's cool lips on his desperate fevered shaft felt almost as good to Pete as the touch of her cunt on his tongue, and he shivered in delight as she moved her tongue around the cramped space in her mouth in order to excite the big whanger. Sometimes she would gently tickle the head with its little hole, at others, she would run the tongue along the length of the rod. Sometimes, she would press down with her teeth as if to say "You men may be virile and strong, but it's we women who still have the power!" She was only joking of course, but it was one of those jokes that is half serious, and it gave them both an intense thrill of pleasure.
As for Sheila, she was receiving the best fuck of her life from old Professor Jack Bromley. It was not for nothing that he had spent a lifetime fucking women, and now, it was into Sheila's slight little body that he was pouring all his wealth of experience.
To start with, he knew how to keep just the right balance of activity between the cunt and the tits. Down below, in Sheila's sweet little hole, his funny-shaped, wiry dick was somehow managing to set off every nerve as it heaved in and out with even, passionate motions. Every stroke made Sheila think that she was going to come, but somehow, every time, he managed to hold back just enough so that although she grated her teeth and clenched her fists, the come never quite materialized. It was the most fiendish, but also the most delightful, teasing torture to which any woman's cunt had been put since the world began. Every stroke made Sheila's clit want to scream out, "Please! Please! I've got to come! I'VE GOT TO!!" Every stroke made her little frame tense in anguish. And yet no stroke brought release, and torture was piled upon torture.
At the same time. Jack believed that one should never just have one thing on one's mind, and so his hands were giving Sheila a treatment next to which the Chinese water torture must have been kind.
Jack understood perfectly that what a woman's breasts want is a combination of tenderness and harshness, and that was just what he was giving to little Sheila. At one moment he was mashing and squeezing her tits until they ached, pressing them up towards her shoulders, sideways, every which way, while cruelly rubbing and pinching the nipples.
Then, all of a sudden, he would be gentle and considerate. He would allow the swollen globes to lie on her chest without being squeezed or cupped by his hands. All that he would do would be to gently run his finger over the smooth surface, centering nearer and nearer towards the pink nipple, but somehow hardly ever quite getting there, while the nipple, which during the rough stuff had begged to be left alone, would now be screaming for at least a slight caress, but now he would be very stingy even with the lightest touches, and this stinginess was just as agonizing, and just as delightful, as the harsh pressures earlier applied.
The nipples themselves were, of course, as hard as pebbles, while the soft breasts were gorged and heavy, and over both of them trailed his fingers.
In and out, in and out, while Sheila gasped for breath and ran her fingernails down his back, while her hips writhed under that incredibly persistent pressure.
She was coming, coming ... COMING! Jack felt the young woman's body virtually explode under him and around his big prick, as her muscles released themselves in a series of ripples that left her floundering and gasping like a fish out of water, while his own dork, always easily excited by the feel of a girl coming around it, and particularly so by the feel of Sheila's short, breathless come, fired its wad in short, convulsive squirts into the dark female recesses of Sheila's body!
It was a real clit-twisting, twat-busting come, that left Sheila completely exhausted and wrung out. And yet, funnily enough, somehow she felt depressed. There was Arthur still busy wheelbarrowing Hilda, and though Sheila didn't feel jealous, she couldn't help wondering if she and he might not be drifting away from one another physically. After the previous night's swapping fun, she had been sure that Arthur would have been too tired to want to try and perform-after all he'd certainly done enough coming!-and so she had just gone to bed without making any effort to get him to give her a good-night fuck.
As for Arthur now, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself with that wheelbarrow that he was giving Hilda. Both of them were really panting as he worked them up to the top of the roller-coaster with good hard strokes that sent his prick sliding in and out of Hilda's girlflesh. Of the two, Hilda was panting the harder partly because the position she was in made breathing genuinely a bit difficult, and partly because she just ached with desire to have her breasts caressed, but couldn't think of quite how to get at them.
Finally she could stand the hunger of the hanging globes no longer. Carefully, she transferred her weight from the forearms to the elbows, as Arthur continued to work his male tool inside her soft female body. This enabled her to bring the hands up while leaving the elbows to support her straining body. It wasn't easy, even then, for her to get a proper hold on her tits, but at least she could reach the most sensitive part, namely the large brownish nipples, which she eagerly took hold of and began to squeeze and tease, as she gasped both with the pleasure that she was giving herself there in front, and the much greater pleasure behind that was coming from the steady motion of Arthur's slippery cock.
She was coming ... she knew she was ... she WAS!
Her whole body trembled as the muscles released themselves in the woman-spasms. For a minute she was afraid of what would happen to her if Arthur dropped her, with his prick still in her cunt, but the waves of cunt-thrill which engulfed her were so intense that soon she couldn't think of that or think of anything. All she could do was feel....
And the shivers in her sopping quim were answered by the powerful beats of Arthur's prick. Man! It had never gone off like that before, pumping and pumping as if it wished to pump his soul clear out of his body, as it fired the gobs of come into Hilda's eager hole in great spurts.
"Arthur ... that was fantastic!"
"You're the one who's good, Hilda," he said as he pulled his meat out of her cunt and lowered her to the ground where she lay like a beached whale.
Henry, Tessie, Pete and Claudia hadn't yet come yet with their sixty-nines, but it was just around the corner. Henry was furiously licking twat now, for he could no longer stand the unbearable agony of waiting for the long-delayed come, while little Tessie, who felt much the same way, was eagerly sucking on his prick, tickling it with her tongue, and generally doing a surprisingly good and imaginative job. She hoped that her husband was having as much fun eating out Claudia as she was having being licked by Henry, because she was sure that she would like to see oral sex made a regular part of their married routine.
Henry's tongue tickled the little labia almost past the point of endurance, as it pried among the soft, female folds, and then dug into the hole itself, feeling the cunt walls part to make way for his slippery organ.
The hole was nice and tight, just right for a tongue, and Henry made the most of it, pressing the tip against the tender cunt walls, until a little quiver from Tessie's cunt, which seemed to pass into his tongue and then down his spine and into his prick, told him that a couple more laps would do it.
The tongue gave a couple of quick prods, and then touched the clit. The thing felt nice and hard and eager as he pressed his tongue against it, and then suddenly Tessie's cunt was exploding in his face, the mound pressing against his mouth in short heaves, the female come flowing copiously, despite the efforts of his tongue to lap it all up.
As Tessie felt herself come, she gave a final little suck to Henry's prick, and felt the big gun shudder in her mouth as in rippling beats it shot load after load of spunk into her. She thrilled at the feel of the male gunk hitting the roof of her mouth and dripping on her tongue, and so she still sucked, even after the whanger had begun to fire, and as her own body discharged itself in a come! come!! come!!!
Then the spasms died down, and she lay there for a moment with Henry's prick in her mouth, enjoying the feeling of being stopped up like that by the male tool. Then she gently released it, so that she could gulp down the male come. At first the idea seemed odd to her, but after the first swallow she could only wish that her mouth had been fuller of the lovely creamy stuff, which slid down her throat like some sort of nice castor-oil.
That left Claudia and Pete the last ones who hadn't come yet, and the others could sit up and enjoy their antics. Pete had known next to nothing about eating out a woman, due to his silly prejudice, but in matters of sex he was a good pupil, particularly as he had such a splendid teacher as Claudia.
She was using the age old trick of teaching someone the refinements of the sixty-nine. She would let him do pretty much as his fancy took him, but every time he hit on something that was particularly nice, she would reward him with an extra nice suck on his prick.
"How was I ever such an idiot as to think that eating a woman couldn't be fun?" Pete wondered in amazement as his tongue reached all of Claudia's crevices. It had already plunged into the depth of her cunt, and been pulled back with plenty of delicious cunt juice on it, and now it was prodding her labia with sharp little stabs that made Claudia feel very proud of her pupil's skill.
Her pupil was certainly getting his reward, though, for Claudia was one of those women who naturally likes to suck dick, and she was a real master at it too. She managed just the right combination of pressure from the lips and from the trapped tongue, and to vary the routine, she would sometimes take the thing all the way out of her mouth so that she could concentrate on simply licking it, in long strokes down the shaft, often taking the balls into her mouth instead and sucking those.
Pete felt that the time to bang off had pretty much come, for he knew that he had to come very soon indeed, and it was a grateful Claudia who felt his tongue get closer and closer to her burning clit.
She didn't have long to wait, really, for Pete didn't have the will-power to keep his tongue off that cute, fantastically desirable little button forever, and so, suddenly, he gave it a big cat-like lick.
For Claudia's over-wrought body, that was more than enough, and wave after wave of come-ecstasy slammed into her body, even as with a desperate gesture of her tongue, she sent Pete off.
COME! COME! COME! All over the room, it seemed that people were spurting themselves at and into one another. And it was good, it was so good. And they all knew it would last forever.
